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From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann)
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Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Interview
Date: 8 Dec 1995 00:50:56 GMT
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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you believe
fantasy stories should never depict situations undesireable in real life.
Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations.  Be
warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have very little sex, and
are judged by some readers to stop before the goodparts.  Do not read this
story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Interview
by deirdre, 10/15/94

Three other women.  They'd been there when I arrived and no others had
come in.  No one had gone in for their interview yet.  I looked at them
surreptitiously: one was blond and well dressed and looked like a college
grad--a sorority girl; one had long brown hair and I couldn't tell her
background too well but she was very attractive looking.  She seemed
rather casually dressed for a job interview.  The other one looked like she
was hispanic and was *very* well dressed.  Just one of us would get the
job--if there weren't other women being interviewed at other times.

The receptionist had taken my name and told me to wait.  She hadn't said
anything about how long it would take but obviously it would be a while
since I was last.  I was too nervous--the wait was going to drive me
crazy.  I mentally went over how I should act.  *Don't let your mind start
drifting away*.  What a silly thing to worry about for an interview when I
was so wound up--what was my Mom thinking?

I sat there.  The blond was reading a magazine but I couldn't.  I looked at
the receptionist.  She had a job and I didn't.  I wondered if *she* had gone
to college--a lot of secretaries seem to be grads these days.  She was
well-dressed: probably better dressed than I had been all through college.
I guess you have to be to work in a corporate office like this.  She had
brown hair and a pretty face--almost heart shaped.  She'd smiled once
when I came in.

She was talking to me!  I should pay more attention.  She told me to follow
her.  I looked at the other women--none seemed worried that I was going
first.  She led me to a door but it wasn't the door to the interviewer--I
knew which one that was.  I'd figured this door was a closet or something.
Inside was a narrow room--it had some file cabinets and a table in it and
was dusty.  She told me to shut the door.  I turned around, still confused.  I
noticed her blouse was unbuttoned part way--I could actually see her bra.
She told me to come and then she came to me.  We were about the same
height.  Suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled me into a kiss.  She
kissed me hard--I didn't know what hit me.  She held my head in her hands,
not stopping.  I felt her tongue.

She broke it suddenly and held me by the shoulders at arms length.  "Get
down," she said and pressed down on my shoulders.  She wasn't smiling
like she had when I first introduced myself.  She just looked very serious,
her face still framed by that brown hair.  "Come on!" she added.  I got
down on my knees.

She lifted her skirt.  She had on nothing underneath.  She pushed my head
down to her crotch.  "Lick," she said.  Her aroma overcame me.  I pushed
my tongue into her vagina and licked.  She still held my head--pressed it
against her.  "Thatta girl!" she said.  I wondered about the whole thing but
just kept licking.  She had the nicest body--I felt lucky that it was her
that I had to lick.

She pushed me away finally and I ended up kneeling, sitting on my heels.
Her skirt dropped to its normal position and she walked to the door.  Her
blouse was still partly unbuttoned.  She opened it and went out.  She was
back in in a second with all three of the other women.  The blonde
approached me and lifted her skirt.  She was wearing nothing underneath
too.  The receptionist pressed my head against the blonde's crotch.  "Get
busy," she said.  I started licking.  She tasted different.  Hands were
undressing me as I licked.  Soon I was wearing nothing above the waist and
my skirt and pantyhose were pushed down to the floor.  The blonde giggled
a little while I licked.  Hands were still pushing my head into the blonde.
Other hands were holding my wrists, holding my arms straight out.

The blonde pulled away.  "Nice work, slut," she said, grinning at me.  The
hispanic woman approached and pulled up her skirt.  She'd taken off the
jacket of her suit and just wore a skirt and blouse.  She also was wearing
nothing under her skirt.  She pushed my face into her crotch.  She started
talking slowly in spanish: "mi" something-or-other.  I licked and licked.
She kept talking and talking and pressed my head harder and harder.  I just
licked and licked.  Finally she pushed me away.

The third woman came into view.  She was completely naked.  Her long
brown hair was pushed behind her shoulders.  Her body was so smooth.  She
looked at me and smiled.  She seemed kind.  She approached and then she
pressed me backwards.  I lost my balance and had to roll back on the floor,
ending up laying on my side.  She pushed me onto my back.  She stood above
me.  I felt hands pulling my clothes the rest of the way off.  She straddled
my head and started descending.  I looked up at her crotch.  It came closer
and closer and soon she was kneeling, her crotch right over my face.  I
started licking though she hadn't said a word.  Someone straddled my body,
behind her, pinning my arms to my sides.  The brunette started moving and
made a "mmm" sound.  Her body moved in small slow circles.  "You better
lick her good," came a voice right near my ear.  It was the receptionist.
Her voice sounded angry.  I just licked and licked the best I could.  It
sounded like the brown-haired woman was getting excited--her breathing
was picking up and she was moving even more.  She was vocalizing on each
breath.  "Come on, slut, do your work!" came the receptionist's voice
again.  I kept licking and licking.  I felt brunette come--her legs shivered
and a spasm went through her whole body.

She stood up--I was surprised at how quickly she could stand.  She seemed
like she hadn't finished coming down from her climax.  She stood next to
me and pushed my body over until I was lying on my stomach.  I felt
something being tied around my wrist--I think it was the sleeve to my
blouse.  My hands were tied together behind me.

"She's right here."  It was the receptionist's voice again.  I saw yet
another woman's feet.  I bent my head back and looked up.  It was an older
woman in a suit--maybe 35 or 40.  "She thinks she wants the job,"
continued the receptionist with a little giggle in her voice.  Arms grabbed
my arms and shoulders and got me to get back up on my knees.  I looked up
at the woman.  I saw a small smile play on her face, then she looked at me
with no expression at all.  The receptionist drew up her skirt.  She was
wearing nothing underneath.  She was leaning against the side of a table.
Hands pushed my head to her crotch.

"You'd better lick *her* good if you know what's good for you," came a
voice in my ear.  I think it was the blonde.  I licked and licked as best I
could.  They dropped the skirt on my head--behind it.  Hands still pushed
my head.  The woman had her legs apart and I was right underneath her.

"Is that all she can do?" the woman asked.  I tried to lick better.  I did the
best I could.  She could give me the job.

"Lick her, slut!" came the receptionist's voice.  "If you know what's good
for you, you'll do a good job!"  I didn't know what to do--I tried licking
faster and faster.  Through the skirt, someone was still pushing my head
against her crotch.  My neck was bent back uncomfortably.  I knew she
wanted me to do better, but I didn't know how.  I licked and licked.  I heard
someone talking further away--the receptionist on the telephone: "yes,
she *really* must want the job... yes, as soon as you possibly can... sure, if
he'll behave himself... no, not yet... sure, you can bring it..."  I licked as
hands pressed me still harder.

"Are you OK?  You can go in now."  The receptionist was standing in front
of me.  I was sitting in the waiting room, fully clothed.  She looked a little
concerned.  The other women were gone.  I looked at the receptionist's
legs.  She was wearing pantyhose.