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Subject: {ASSM} "Interview2"  by  deirdre  (MF, MM+, D/s, daydreams)  -- rp by H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Interview2

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" at a.s.s.m.,
April 15th-30th. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

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.


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