Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news00.sunet.se!sunic!news99.sunet.se!news.funet.fi!mordred.cc.jyu.fi!forwiss.uni-passau.de!suelmann From: suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de (Michael Suelmann) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: *REPOST/deirdre: Interview2 Date: 9 Dec 1995 22:10:11 GMT Organization: University of Passau, Germany Lines: 150 Message-ID: <4ad1g3$ijd@mordred.cc.jyu.fi> NNTP-Posting-Host: fingon.forwiss.uni-passau.de Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:115664 Status: N From: an65862@anon.penet.fi Subject: deirdre: Interview2 Date: Sun, 12 Mar 1995 16:09:48 UTC Having seen some people modifying stories in order to switch a character's gender, I decided to try it with one of my own stories. *Interview* was a story about a woman at a job interview. This is the revised version. -- deirdre Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to alt.sex.stories.d. 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 undesirable in real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual situations. 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 Interview2 by deirdre, 1/23/95 I glanced at the other guys sitting around the room. They'd been there when I arrived and one else 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--I guessed him to be a fraternity boy; one had brown hair and I couldn't tell his background too well. He seemed rather casually dressed for a job interview. The other was Afro- American and was *very* well dressed. Just one of us would get the job--if there weren't other people 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 fraternity guy was reading a magazine but I couldn't. I looked at the receptionist. She had brown hair and a pretty face--sort-of heart shaped. She'd smiled once when I came in. I wondered if she would go out with me. Her clothes were rather conservative--maybe she was hanging out for an executive. Or maybe she was required to dress like that here. She was talking to me! I should pay more attention. She told me to follow her. I looked at the other guys--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 up to me. I looked down at her. Suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled me down into a kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth immediately. She held my head in her hands, not stopping. She broke it suddenly and held me at arms length. She looked at me and then said: "Get down on your knees." 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. "Now!" 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 cunt and licked. She still held my head--pressed it against her. "Thatta boy!" she said. I wondered about the whole thing but just kept licking. She had the nicest body--I couldn't believe I'd just fallen into this. She pushed me away finally and I ended up sitting on my ass. 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 guys. The frat boy approached me and unzipped his pants and took his cock out. The receptionist took my head between her hands and guided it to his cock. "Get busy," she said. I stared at his cock, not believing this. He grabbed my head and they were both pulling it toward his cock. I opened my lips. Hands were undressing me. I sucked. Soon I was wearing nothing above the waist and my pants and underpants were pushed down to the floor. The fraternity boy laughed a little while I sucked. Hands were still pushing my head onto his cock. Other hands were holding my wrists, holding my arms straight out. He came. He pulled away. "Nice work, slut," he said, grinning at me. The black guy approached and unzipped. He'd taken off the jacket of his suit. In seconds, his cock was out. He pulled my face to his cock. He started talking slowly: "Suck that, you white boy". I sucked and sucked. He kept talking and talking and pumped my mouth harder and harder. I just sucked and sucked. Finally he came. Then he pushed me off. The third man came into view. He was completely naked. He was more muscular than I had noticed. He looked at me and smiled. He seemed kind. He approached and then pushed me backwards. I lost my balance and had to roll back on the floor, ending up laying on my side. He pushed me onto my back. He stood above me. I felt hands pulling my clothes the rest of the way off. He straddled my head and started descending. I looked up at his cock. It came closer and closer and soon he was kneeling, his cock right over my face. I took it in my lips though he hadn't said a word. Someone straddled my body, behind him, pinning my arms to my sides. The guy started moving his hips forward and back and made a "mmm" sound. His body moved slowly back and forth. "You better suck him good," came a voice right near my ear. It was the receptionist. Her voice sounded angry. I just sucked and sucked the best I could. It sounded like the guy was getting excited--his breathing was picking up and he was pumping harder. He was vocalizing on each breath. "Come on, slut, do your work!" came the receptionist's voice again. I kept sucking and sucking. Then there was semen in my mouth again. I swallowed. He stood up, towering over me. He 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 shirt. My hands were tied together behind me. "He's right here." It was the receptionist's voice again. I saw yet another man's feet. I bent my head back and looked up. It was an older man in a suit--maybe 35 or 40. "He thinks he 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 man. I saw a small smile play on his face, then he looked at me with no expression at all. The receptionist unzipped his pants and took his cock out. She stroked it lightly. He was leaning against the side of a table. Hands pushed my head to his cock. "You'd better suck *him* good if you know what's good for you," came a voice in my ear. I think it was the fraternity boy. I sucked and sucked as best I could. Hands still held my head. "Is that all he can do?" the man asked. I tried to suck better. I did the best I could. He could give me the job. "Suck him, 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 sucking harder. Someone was still pushing my head against him. His cock was pushed to my throat and I was afraid I might gag. I knew he wanted me to do better, but I didn't know how. I sucked and sucked. I heard someone talking further away--the receptionist on the telephone: "yes, he *really* must want the job... yes, as soon as you possibly can... sure, the more the merrier... no, not yet... sure, you can bring it..." I sucked as the cock pushed in 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 guys were no where in sight.