3 My "Interview"

His hand turned the key in the lock of his beautiful townhouse, and my eyes shifted towards his jeans once again.  My fingers had longed to grip his firm ass from the second I'd seen it.  Every part of me wanted to scream for him to hurry up as the thoughts of my interview raced through my mind.  I couldn't believe how quickly he had turned a business interview into a pussy-throbbing, soul-aching, and lust-inducing conversation.

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His hands had moved with unnatural grace, gripping the red wine glass gently and with class. His every move made my body quiver with desire, but I couldn't show him any of the lust that yearned to escape my mind. I desperately wanted to reach my hand under the table, inch my way along the inner seam of the jeans that molded to his lower body so perfectly. I needed to feel the strength and power that they hid inside of them. However, I had to show restraint. Today was an interview, not a date, and the last thing I needed was for him to turn down the job.

"Shae, I'd love to be your personal assistant, but I'd have a hard time working so intimately with someone who was so distant." Patrick's hand reached for mine, and though I was afraid of my reaction, I left my hand where it rested. The instant his fingers held mine, I shut my eyes and let out a soft, breathy moan as I dropped a little in my chair.

I took a few deep breaths and opened my eyes to see Patrick staring quizzically at me.

"Ohhh… I can be intimate.

With my response fresh in his mind, he pulled his hand back and smiled a half-cocked smile.

"So I was right about your eyes stalking my body for the last hour."

His words were cocky and arrogant, but the way he said them made my heart beat faster. He stood up and took off his jacket and sat in the chair next to me. His hand ran under my thigh-length summer dress, and it took every ounce of willpower within me to keep myself from leaning back and letting the entire restaurant know what was happening.

Patrick's fingers slid my panties to the side of my dripping pussy. Brushing his large coarse fingers against my soaking wet lips, he whispered, "How about we continue the interview at my house?"

I didn't have words for Patrick's question and simply nodded.

Now that the door was open to his townhouse, he ushered me in first. When the door clicked shut, I couldn't hold back any longer. The proper boss was gone, and I was a lust and need filled woman with a gorgeous man in front of me. I pressed myself against him and took his face in my hands as my lips met his. The lust that had filled me before ignited with passion as his tongue danced with mine. I could feel him smiling at my wantonness, and I pushed away from our embrace even though his hands on my ass felt sublime.

Just like the cheap whore that I felt like, I knelt down in front of him and pushed him back against the bannister. My hands were shaking, but I managed to unbutton those jeans that I'd wanted to be inside of for the last hour. I pulled his shirt up so that I could taste his stomach and work my way down to the hard cock that I could feel through his pants. It wanted out, but it was time to make him feel a little desperate now. My hands weren't shaking now as I finally was able to touch the rippling muscles that covered his perfect body.

As I pulled his cock free, it sprung out in front of me, and I gripped his shaft as my lips embraced the head. Patrick let out a soft moan of pleasure as he looked down at my blond hair. I looked up at the man that had brought these cravings out in me, and it was my turn to smile a little as he leaned back against the bannister without my urging this time. I could feel his need, and it fed my desires. My pussy was hungry for him, but this was a perfect appetizer.

I pulled his cock up so that I could lick my way from his balls to the tip, and a drip of precum fell onto the tip of my tongue. I couldn't take it any longer, and stood up. His hand immediately gripped my ass, and I could feel his strength flowing into me. He was just as lost in lust as I was, and my ass throbbed from his firm grip. I began to pull my thong down, and he released me.

He pushed me against the bannister and let his pants and underwear fall to his ankles. His cock brushed against my slick slit, and my juices coated him. Every touch felt like electricity running through me, and as he entered me, a deep moan left my lips. He wasn't gentle as he gripped my hip and neck and pulled my body to his as he thrust deep inside of me, filling me completely.

His hands went to the zipper on the back of my dress, and the soft cotton cloth left my back exposed as it fell to the sides. He pulled my arms through the sleeves and exposed my lacy white bra to the open air. Any other time, I would have felt vulnerable, scared, or exposed, but in his strong arms, I simply felt lost in the sensations.

He pulled his cock out of me for a second as he slid my dress and panties to my feet. I held onto the ornate stair railing as he pressed himself against me while his cock slid back into me, and every part of my mind was lost in the moment. He leaned back, and I was thankful for my heels as he began to thoroughly pound my pussy. Patrick was just as lost in his sexual craving, but his movements were still just as smooth as they had been at lunch as he delicately ate the grilled salmon that he'd ordered.

My mind returned to the lunch as he got down on his knees and expertly sucked and swirled his tongue around my clit. The visions of his refined conversation and deliberate movements that had turned me on so much before mixed with the knowledge that here he was on his knees eating my pussy like a professional.

There had been no words up to this point, as we'd been too lost in our individual sexual frenzies. Now that I was left with my fantasies, I softly cooed, "Oh Patrick, that feels so good. I bet that my little pussy is the perfect dessert." His tongue worked faster as I began to grind against his stubbled face, and the prickles that would have been painful any other time were magnificent pushes towards the edge of orgasm.

He gripped my thighs and pressed his face to my pussy. I was sure that he'd leave bruises. His tongue was so intense that I wanted to pull away, but his strength kept me in place. Then I felt the unmistakable sensations rushing through me. My knees buckled, and I would have fallen if Patrick's arms around my thighs hadn't held me up as a world shattering orgasm ripped through my body. I let out a loud moan and gripped his shoulder as the waves passed through me.

His tongue left my clit, and he lay back on the stairs with his hard cock standing upright. I was tempted to take it into my mouth again, but the need to feel him fill me with his cum overwhelmed my initial desires. Instead, I straddled him and softly slipped his cock inside of me once again. Everything was so much more intense as my throbbing pussy was already aching from my orgasm.

"Shae, that feels so good." He had been nearly silent this entire time other than soft moans and gasps as he let me take control. Now that he knew that I'd already cum, he became much more vocal. His hands went to my waist, and as my body drove up and down on his rock-hard shaft, he caressed my body.

"Ohhh…," he pleaded as I increased my tempo, and my soft moans became almost constant. He was begging me to go just a little faster, a little harder. I could feel him begin twitching inside of me already, and there was no doubt about how close he was to giving me his cum. My fingers went to my clit and began to tap softly. I was already hypersensitive from his expert licking, and this drove me wild.

Patrick couldn't help himself at this point, and he pulled me back onto him. He gripped my waist tightly and began to thrust quickly and deeply inside of me. Within seconds, he let out a loud groan as I felt his warm cum fill my pussy. The feeling sent me over the edge, and I sped up my tapping as I orgasmed around his cock. As our orgasms resided, I lay back on the strong man that had interviewed me, and he whispered in my ear, "I'll take the job. But I think we'll need to make sure to set aside enough time for the more 'intimate' parts."

THE END.