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	           -  The Interview -
		by  Ann Douglas

	“.....And I’d really like this opportunity to
work for Amicorp.”  the young dark skinned
woman said as she finished her presentation.
	Henry Morrison sat back in his chair,
taking the time to reexamine the application on
the desk in front of him.  Patricia Brown, age 18.
Senior class honors, various other school awards.
 	Every year, Amicorp had open admissions
for their intern program.  The final selection came
down to the result of a personal interview with
one of the various department managers.  Or so it
usually went.  In reality, the chore was considered
a total waste of a day and a smart manager usually
passed it off to one of his subordinates.  On this,
the last day of the interviews, it had been passed
off to Henry Morrison.
	Patricia Brown was the eleventh of twelve
planned interviews and she was turning out to be a
pleasant surprise. Having already chosen three of
the four winners, the 44 year old assistant
manager was going to have no problem picking
Patricia as number four.  
	As was his usual practice when he drew
this duty, Henry had scheduled all the female
applicants for the afternoon session.  If nothing
else, he got to sit back and enjoy the attention of a
few sweet young things.  The slightly balding
assistant manager had never really been a winner
with the ladies, having married the only girl he
ever really dated in high school.  With the
honeymoon phase of his marriage having ended
many years before, he actually looked forward to
these little indulgences.  
	It was a great surprise that he actually
found someone who was more than qualified.  He
have been more than willing to trade that for one
of his afternoon delights.
	Not that Patricia was hard on the eyes.  In
fact, he was sure that if she wanted, the pretty
young woman could’ve pursued a modeling
career.  She had a lithe, tight body with small but
firm breasts.  Her charcoal black facial features
were equally small but crafted as if by an artist.  
	“Well this certainly is an impressive
application.”  Henry said as he closed the folder.
“But as I’m sure you understand we have to
review the qualifications of all the candidates
before making a final decision.”
	“Of course.”  Patricia said with a cheerful
smile.  “I’d like to again thank you for your time
and hope to hear from you soon.”
	Henry reached under the top of his desk
and pressed a small button.  That is turn set off a
small flashing light on the desk clock on the
receptionists desk. It was a usefully tool for
cutting bad interview short or as was in this case
simply letting Mrs. Carvey know he was ready for
the next meeting.
	In response, the door opened and the 52
year old receptionist walked in, another manila
folder in her hand. As she walked around the large
wooden desk, Patricia again thanked them for
their time and rose to exit. 
	As she walked out, Henry couldn’t help
but notice the great way her skirt hugged the
outline of her tight little ass. In fact, it so held his
attention that he didn’t realize that he had risen
ever so slightly out of his seat to get a better look.
	Had Patricia turned around, she wouldn’t
even have noticed from her vantage point.  Mrs.
Carvey on the other hand couldn’t help but see
him rise and the disapproving look on her face
gave her opinion of his action.
	“Geez, that’s just what I need.”  Henry
thought.  “Old fuss and bolts making some
complaint that I was ogling one of the applicants.”
	He ran his hand through his thinning sandy
hair for a few seconds and then got an inspiration. 
He glanced up at the clock on the wall and saw
that it was quarter after four.  
	“You know Mrs. Carvey,”  he said in a
normal tone, ignoring her hostile look. “We’re
almost through for the day.  Why don’t I wrap up
the paperwork on these last two interviews myself
and you just take off early.”
	Elizabeth Carvey didn’t have to be asked
twice.  She quickly agreed and dropped the folder
on his desk.  Quickly moving for the door, she
was almost out it before Henry could ask her to
send in the last girl before she left.
	Opening the folder he was surprised to
find it contained only the single sheet of the
application form.  No letters of reference, so
resume, no writing samples....nothing.
	The sound of footsteps entering the room
told him Mrs. Carvey had wasted no time sending
in the last young lady and making a quick
getaway.  Quickly, Henry scanned the slim
information before him.
	Janet Parker, 19.  That was it except for
address and phone number.  A little confused,
Henry looked up and got his first real good look
at Miss Janet Parker.
	Or rather at Miss Parker’s rather
impressive 38DD chest.  Which was all he first
noticed when he lifted his eyes and saw the tall
mahogany hued woman standing in front of his
desk.  It took a few seconds for his focus to
expand, but ever so slowly he began to take in
other features.
	First he became aware of the open denim
blouse that Janet wore over the skin tight tank
top.  A very low cut top that clung so tightly to
her breasts that he could easily see the four inch
halos around her nipples. 
	 His next impression was of gold, lots of it. 
Five gold rings, three on one hand and two the
other.  Add to that several gold bracelets, two
necklaces and large double ringed earrings. The
final piece was a gold overlay of one of her front 
teeth.
	“You Morrison?” she asked.
	“Yes.”  he answered, thinking that this was
definitely going to the interview of the day.
	“Well, I’m here for one of those intern
positions.”  Janet said as she put her hands on the
waistband of her ever so short skirt.  “Where do I
sign up?”
	“Well it’s not that simple.”  Henry said in
turn.  “Why don’t you just take a seat and tell me
why you think you qualify for this job.”
	With a shrug of her shoulders, she took off
the dark sunglasses she’d been wearing and took a
seat.  
	Henry listened in silent amusement as the
girl went on for the next ten minutes on why she
should be one of the new interns.  Based on her
presentation, he’d think twice about even hiring
her to stand behind the counter of a fast food
place.
	Again glancing up at the wall clock, Henry
decided to give her another five minutes before
sending her on her way.  Not that he minded
staring at those bodacious ta ta’s a little longer. 
Definitely the best tits of the day. That was if the
stiff cock in his pants were to be used as an
indicator.  
	The minute hand finally reached half past
four and Henry moved to bring the interview to a
close. 
	“Well I’m afraid I have to be honest, Miss
Parker,”  Henry said, trying to cushion the blow.
After all, he really wasn’t a bad guy.  “But there’s
only one opening left and I’m afraid the young
lady who preceded you is somewhat more
qualified.”
	“Oh really?”  Janet said somewhat
sarcastically.
	“I’m afraid so.”  he replied.  “Unless you
have some other hidden assets that you haven’t
mentioned.
	“Sure, I’ve got other assets.”  Janet said
with a grin.  “In fact the recruiter who put me in
for this program seemed very interested it them.”
	“I don’t understand,”  Henry said as he
again lifted the single sheet from the folder. “I
don’t see any letter of recommendation or.....”
	“Well it’s not exactly the type of thing you
can put down on paper.”  she said as she got up
and leaned over the desk, giving Henry an
unrivaled look down the deep valley between her
brown breasts. Her hands pressed flat against the
shiny surface and she practically crawled closer to
the still seated Henry.
	“I have ... the tightest ...  little black ass ... 
you are ever going to ever see.”  she said in a
slow deliberate voice.  “And given the chance I’ll
pump that cock of yours so dry you won’t be able
to fuck again for a week!”  
	“What?”  Henry said in shock, unable to
believe what he had just heard.
	“What about it?”  Janet said as she slid
over the desk so that she was now sitting on the
edge next to Henry.  “Ever fuck a black girl
before?”
	“Young lady, I’m going to have to ask you
to leave this instant.”  the still startled older man
said, his defensive reflex kicking in..
	“Your mouth says one thing but that bulge
in your pants says something else.”  Janet added in
a seductive voice as she reached down and placed
the palm of her hand on his clothed covered cock.
	The sudden pressure of her fingers against
his most private parts killed what ever words that
had begun to form in his throat.  His mouth
opened but he was struck mute.
	“Don’t I have a beautiful mouth?”  Janet
asked as she brought her face only a few inches
from his.  “Don’t you think it would feel nice
wrapped around that pretty hard cock?”
	Henry was quickly loosing control.  It was
one thing to sit there and fantasize about having
sex with these girls, it was something else to have
one suddenly offer it to him. The sight of her
tongue gliding out from her mouth and across her
bright red lips was almost enough to send him
across the edge.
	“Is this your wife?”  Janet asked as she
picked up the framed photo on the edge of the
desk.  “I’ll bet she doesn’t suck your cock, does
she?  And I’m positive that she’s never let you
butt-fuck her.”
	“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!”  Henry
frantically thought as she again applied pressure to
his captive cock.
	The pressure abruptly faded as Janet
suddenly withdrew her hand and grabbed both of
her breasts, squeezing them hard.  Her thick
nipples pressed though the thin material and long
red tipped fingers pressed against them.
	“You like my tits, don’t you?” she asked
as she bounced the large jugs.  “I bet you’d like to
see them, wouldn’t you?”
	Not even realizing he was doing it, Henry
nodded his acknowledgment.  He was hooked. 
Parts of his mind called out for him to flee, but an
erotic paralysis held him in place.
	“Well feast your eyes on these jewels.”
Janet said triumphantly as she grabbed the bottom
on her tank top and pulled it up and over her
mammoth mounds. Freed of their restriction, they
bounced only inches from Henry’s face.
	“Why don’t you take a little taste, honey
pie.”  she commanded as she grabbed the back of
his head and pressed the long thick nipple into
Henry’s willing mouth.
	“Mmmm, not bad.”  Janet cooed as she
felt his tongue play with her offering.
	“Uh uh"  He tried to respond, his words
muffled by the girlflesh.
	“Suck it baby, suck on my tits.”  she
repeated.
	Still holding the back of his head pressed
tightly against her breast, Janet reached down and
undid his pants.  Pulling down his boxer shorts,
she caused his hard cock to springs free into the
open air, bringing a much needed relief to Henry.
	Running her long brown fingers up and
down the length of his full six inches, Janet pushed
his face to her other breast. A wide smile covered
her face, party due to the ministrations of Henry’s
tongue, partly due to her satisfaction at Henry’s
turning out to be just one more man she could
manipulate with her hot dark flesh.
	“I’ll bet that skinny bitch who was here
before me gave you a hard on, didn’t she?”  she
said as she continued to stroke his cock.  “Did you
picture her naked on your desk here, her legs
spread wide in invitation?”
	Henry by now was totally under the ebony
girl’s erotic control.  She had reached into his very
soul and plucked forth his deepest fantasies.  He
had never discussed them with anyone, least of all
his wife.  Janet was quite correct when she
doubted his wife’s interest in either oral or anal
sex. Their twice monthly foray into the monotony
of the missionary position was all that she would
sanction.  He was so much under her spell that
even if Mrs. Carvey were to suddenly reappear,
he’d be unable to resist the siren’s call.   
	Janet abruptly pulled Henry’s face away
from her chocolate ambrosia and replaced her wet
nipples with her equally moist lips.  She forced her
tongue between his lips, filling his mouth with the
heat of her passion.
	Janet could also feel the heat of his own
lust in the base of the hard cock she now cradled
in her hand.  A tight experienced grip held what
she knew would be a torrid of hot cum in check. 
	Again she offered her large mounds to him
and just as eagerly as before the 44 year old
accepted them.  
	For long minutes, Henry devoured Janet's
breasts, covering them with kisses.  His shirt and
tie had been undone in the tryst that followed as
Janet stoked the hairs of his flabby chest. She also
continued her hold on his cock, letting it grow just
soft enough so that he was no longer in danger of
shooting too soon.
	"Lean back lover,"  Janet said as she eased
him back onto the chair.  "Mama's gonna make
you feel real nice."
	The young woman dropped to her knees in
front of him and took his cock into her mouth.  As
the wetness of her thick lips engulfed him, Henry
fell into a pit of passion.  With careful strokes of
her tongue she brought him again and again to the
point of release, then suddenly stopped short of
orgasm.  Henry hadn’t had a blow job since his
little brother’s bachelor party some two years ago. 
That hooker had been an amateur compared to the
19 year old now sucking his manhood.
	Don't stop,"  he said as he drifted in
estacy, "Oh God please don't ever stop."
	Janet deep throated him again, taking all
six inches into her mouth.  He was as hard as he
could be, and soon even her practiced hand
wouldn't be able to keep him from exploding.
	"Have you ever butt-fucked a woman,
Henry?"  she asked in a deep sexy voice.  "Have
you ever filled a woman’s ass with this big
beautiful cock?"
	Henry didn’t answer but the answer was
obviously no.  It had been hard enough convincing
a the few women he’d slept with to spread their
legs for a normal fuck, the possibility of getting
them to spread her cheeks was near impossible.
	“I’d much rather fuck your pussy.” he said
in a moment of audacity, reaching under her skirt
and brushing his hand against her pantiless crotch.
	With a loud slap,  Janet hit his offending
hand with her own.  The force she used was
enough to make his hand sting.
	“Hands off the pussy!”  she shouted in an
angry voice. “Only my man gets to play with the
pussy.!”
	His momentary  assertiveness quickly
faded and he mumbled an apology.
	“You’ll fuck what I tell you to fuck.” 
Janet commanded.  “And you’ll do it when I tell
you...and not before.”
	Henry mumbled a feeble yes, his tone
telling her she was his to command.
	“Since you seemed to be so interested in
my pussy, maybe I’ll let you have a little taste of it
after all.”  Janet said as she grabbed the back of
his head and directed it under her skirt.
	Without warning, the older man found his
face pressed against a very wet and pungent
pussy.  The wild curly bush was wet with the
residue of recent intercourse, the taste and smell
of it filling his mouth and nostrils.
	“My man fucked me for luck before I
came over here.”  Janet said as she crushed his
mouth against her clit.  “I expect you’re getting a
taste of him down there as well.”
	The thought that he was tasting another
man’s cum, surprisingly caused Henry no distress. 
All that mattered was the rising tide in his loins
and the urgent need to have some kind of
release..and soon.
	After a few more moments, the tall brown
woman released her grip and let him remove his
head.  She reached into her purse and removed a
small carry jar of Vaseline.  It was the kind of
thing someone would carry around to moisten
their lips.
	“Get behind me.”  she ordered as she
leaned over the edge of the desk and hiked up her
skirt.
	Popping the lid off the small jar, Janet
scooped up a  generous portion of it with her
fingers.  First she smeared it  over the head of his
cock, then the base.  The touch itself was almost
enough to cause him to empty his load.  That
done, she slid a gel covered finger into her ass,
then a second, moving them in and out.  Satisfied
with both the level of lubrication and tightness,
she bent lower until she was flat against the top of
the desk and spread her legs.  This caused her
asscheeks to spread a little as well, leaving no
doubt as to the content of her invitation.
	A little unsure of what exactly to do,
Henry moved behind her and aimed his hard cock
at her veteran pussy.
	"No, not there....."  Janet said loudly again
as she reached back and roughly took hold of him,
guiding him to her smaller tighter hole.  "Here..." 
she ordered as she eased the head of his cock
against her pucker hole.
	Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside
her, her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered
cock.  Henry couldn't believe the tightness of her
ass, or how good it felt around his cock.  He slid
back a little, drawing it out about and inch, then
two......then he thrusted forward and buried his
shaft deep inside her.
	"Fuck  yes!!!!"  Janet yelled as she felt the
pain/ pleasure combination  rip into her.  "Fuck
my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!"
	As her hole relaxed more, Henry began to
develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each
stroke. Janet followed the rhythm, pushing her ass
back to meet each new thrust, until his now
engorged balls slapped against her ass.  Her frenzy
increased with each new penetration, until she
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise. 
	Her large breasts pressed flat against the
hard wood of the desktop as Janet slipped one
hand free and down between her legs.  The long
slender fingers found their way to her clit and she
preceded to frigg  herself mercilessly, adding to
the torrid volcano raging within her.  Feeling
Henry begin to tense behind her, she managed
through sheer effort to again find her voice.
	"Fuck me...."  she panted in gasps.  "Fill
my ass with that beautiful cum."
	A few seconds  later, Henry fulfilled her
request as he experienced the most explosive
orgasm of his life.  In 23 years of marriage, he’d
never climaxed like that.  Janet's sphincter seemed
to tighten around the base of his cock as a
fountain of cum rushed into her.  Each additional
thrust brought more, until he was finally drained
completely.  Then in exhaustion he collapsed on
top of her.  His cock still inside her as if, even
drained ,she was unwilling to get him go.
	For a long minute, the only sound in the
office was the ticking of the wall clock.  
	“Not bad.”  Janet said as she opened her
eyes, breaking the calm.  “Not bad at all.” 
	Henry reacted to her voice by lifting his
body off her, his now limp cock sliding out as he
rose.  He glanced down at the image of his now
shriveled organ, covered with the aftermath of
their coupling.  He couldn’t recall the last time it’d
had such a workout or how good it could feel
afterward.  It was like he was in his 20’s again.
	“You surprised me.”  Janet said as she
rolled over and off the desk.  “You actually were a
pretty good fuck.”
	Henry smiled at the compliment. It’d been
many years since anyone had said anything like
that to him.  
	“So Mr. Morrison, now what do you think
of my qualifications.”  Janet grinned as she pulled
the top of her tank top back over her breasts and
adjusted her mounds into a comfortable position.
	“No doubt about it.” he replied, still
catching his breath.  “You definitely have some
hidden assets.”
	“So I get it?”  she asked. “The job I
mean.”
	She paused a  moment and then added
with an evil grin. “Because as far as what just
happened goes, I certainly already got it.” 
	Henry took a deep breath and looked
down as the scattered papers on his desk.  He
picked up a set of crumpled papers that had
previously filled one of the folders.  The name on
the edge of the folder read Patricia Brown.  It was
the only job interview that Mrs. Carvey hadn’t
processed before she left.
	Looking up and again at the bountiful
mounds hanging just a few feet in front of him,
Henry ran his tongue along the inside of his
mouth.  He savored the memory of their taste. 
Without taking his eyes off them, he dropped the
papers into the wastepaper basket.
	“Welcome to Amicorp.”  he said with a
broad grin.
	With a quick kiss on his lips, Janet thanked
him and was on the way out the door.  Henry
watched her ass wave as she walked and couldn’t
help comparing it against the ass she’s just
replaced.
	“Definitely superior assets.”  he thought to
himself as she exited to the outer office.  “I
wonder if I could get her assigned to my division.”


END		



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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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