The Interview Part 1

We always see on, porn movies, helpless girls getting fucked on their job interview. Well, that isn't always a fantasy, nor does it happen only in clips like those.

So I had finished my exams and was looking for a job (more people you know = more sex!) And I got an interview recently, and was contacted to go down to the office for the interview. Dressing up for it is predictable - a tight white shirt which totally revealed my nipples though they don't protrude unless agitated, with an ultra-mini-skirt which, once lifted, would give a view of my privates. I wore black laced leggings but cut away the middle portion, leaving the front part of my labia which I forgot to shave, the vagina, and the whole butt crack exposed. The slightest movement of the tight skirt would give away my modesty (if any to begin with).

Upon arrival at the office, I was lucky I'm the only one. What a bad impression to give my potential coworkers with my attire. There, I was greeted by a flat-chested, average-looking counter girl, who led me into an interview room.

Once in the room, the interviewer was a young girl in her twenties. She was wearing very much the same as me, except with a coat, so I couldn't tell the bra she was wearing. But even through two layers of clothing, one could distinctly identify her voluptuous figure - at least a D cup and a stark, stunning hourglass shape. As she was sitting facing the door, and having her legs open, the first thing that actually caught my eye was the translucent C-string she was wearing - I could even see her nicely shaved pubic area. She got me to sit down and passed me a name card with the name 'Rachel Toh', Once the door closed, it was only two of us and she took off her coat, baring her jugs in full view under her ultra-translucent shirt. One could even see the laces if she was wearing a bra. But she wasn't - it turned out to be a braless DD cup, though no sight of nipples meant nipple stickers.

After about five minutes of asking me some basic questions, explaining the company to me and what-nots, the conversation moved slowly into fashion and body. She took a sip of water and asked me, "Charmaine, can I ask you a question? Why are you not wearing a bra?" I thought I'd be gone and the job too. Since there was all of it at stake, I dared myself upon: "You too, Ms Toh." And I got wet almost instantly, and subconsciously slipped my hands down to the skirt and starting giving my gentle touches.

"Take it easy, Charmaine." She replied. "And call me Rachel. Now come over and sit on my lap." She continued, and turned away from the table with her legs together, ready for me to ride. Surprised yet turned on, I walked over sexily in my three-inch heels and slowly sat sideways on her, and we started kissing. The pecks were full of saliva, probably from two thirsty mouths, thirsty for pussies. The smacking of our tongues could totally be heard from any passer-by.

Just as we were about to undo each other's blouses, the door opened. It was the counter girl from just now. Rachel stopped our kissing, and commanded, "Angel, 4 nips, 2 dill!" Angel, the counter girl, stripped away her one piece dress immediately, which was without any underwear, and removed the dildo in her pussy, placed it on the table, and ran out of the room naked, and then in no time, came back with the nipple sets and the other dildo, and left it on the table, got dressed, then ran out again.

"Isn't she joining us?" I asked while starting to unbutton Rachel's almost-transparent blouse, while she did the same for me. "Nah, who wants an airport runway now? You get to fuck her anytime later." She said indifferently. In no time our tops were off, baring two pairs of large jugs, which Rachel took the greatest pleasure in clipping on the nipple sets, while I helped remove her star-shaped nipple stickers.

Once the nipple clips were on, Rachel turned both machines to full speed, it was seriously extremely stimulative. We proceeded to stimulate one another's pussies after throwing the white blouses aside, with me knowing I had to remove Rachel's skin coloured stockings and C-string before I could attack her slit. Just then, her hands lifted up my skirt, which bared my whole bottom with the cut-out for her viewing pleasure. I stood up for her to lick it, while I caressed her hair instead. She unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground; thereafter knowing that without the need to pull off my stockings, she did really splendid tongue work for a good two minutes or so, before stuffing an ultra-thick dildo into my already wet hole.

The dildo sent really strong vibrations through vagina and to the whole of my hips, so much so I got immobilised for a moment. Rachel then undressed her skirt herself, and then allowed me to bend over to smell the C-string she got, while I realised she already had a vibrator inside her, oblivious to Angel. She reached into her documents file and passed me the remote control, and I of course knew what to do on the spot! I was in total control of her, right there. I sat back down on my chair, rolled closer, and we stayed liplocked for the next 7 to 10 minutes, exchanging our fluids and setting our most sensitive areas off.

Moans were in the air amid the intense kissing. I counted a total of three climaxes, before we decided to go down to the floor for a 69 which ended up in a wet mess. After the second and more shocking mutual orgasm on the floor, I took out both our vibrators, got her to sit up, and we started fingering each other to one last orgasm. The carpet was now totally soaked in our juices, and then Rachel stood up and got dressed quickly, forgoing all her undergarments while she took the files out and told me to get ready.

Still having some horniness remaining, I grabbed the vibrator which was in her, smelt it, and started rolling it over my labia, while Angel came in to do a quick clean up.