2 comments/ 94430 views/ 9 favorites How Much Do You Want It? By: istanbulnoir 'If you want to fuck this' she said, running her fingers down towards her exquisite shaven pussy, 'you've gotta suck that first,' pointing at the eight inches of erect cock that stood out from Venus' lap and curved upwards and pointed at her sculpted silicon tits. I had guessed that this was coming. I ached to fuck the Mistress. I always did, but did I ache to fuck her enough to suck a transsexual lady's cock first? Was I willing to earn it like that? I wasn't sure if I wanted to suck Venus off. Half of me did, the other half did not. I liked the idea of it. Venus is beautiful. I worship the Mistress. She is old enough to be my mother, and I am a good boy. I had no choice in the matter, so I moved towards Venus and knelt down between her legs as she sat back in the chair. I could always tell myself that I had only done it because I had to, that it had been no decision of my own. Venus looked down and smiled maliciously and the Mistress looked on, cruelty in her eyes. From the corner of my eye I saw her fingers reach her cunt lips. She began to rub herself in anticipation at the fulfilment of her vicious and voyeuristic desires. And against my will, my cock was hardening. That made her smile more. It was not as hard yet as Venus' cock, though. Venus twitched inches from my mouth. She pulled on her cigarette and continued to look down at me. She said 'Come on baby, you know you want to; suck on Venus' clitty.' The Mistress sat back in her chair too, opening her legs a little wider, so as to be sure that I had a perfect view of the reward that waited for me. Her cunt lips stuck out and her black leather boots ended at her thighs. They seemed to be trying to reach her twat. In a trance I took Venus' cock in my hand and began to stroke it. Slowly I directed it towards my lips. I stretched her shaft as far down her cock as it would go, and gazed at the bulbous purple helmet and the rim between helmet and shaft where I would let my lips come to rest first. Then it was in my mouth and I felt the soft hardness of her helmet on my tongue and I glanced over to see that the Mistress had stuck two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, and Venus gasped as I began to suck her cock. I licked all the way around her helmet and gazed up at her perfect surgical tits and her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Inside my mouth, I ran my tongue up and down her frenulum and lingered on the urethral hole. I felt her shudder and I heard her cry out. Now it was time to suck in as much of her prick as I could take. Slowly my lips slid down over her shaft until I had taken four or so of her eight inches of glorious ladycock. I closed my eyes and sucked her faster and faster and I wanted to taste every last part of her cock and I wanted to feel her spunk exploding into her mouth and I wanted to drink all of her. I had given myself to them completely and avidly I sucked Venus until I knew she was about to reach her orgasm. I pulled my mouth away and held it open a couple of inches from her throbbing cock. I steadied the rod to make sure the spunk would hit its target. It was warm and oily. I remember that. Venus gave me four generous spurts of spunk and I caught them all in my mouth. As the final one hit me I glanced over and saw the Mistress' body buckle and lock and she came too. She shook as her climax ripped through her and as I watched I wished that I could make her cum like that when she allowed me to fuck her. She came to rest finally and she was spent, but she watched intently as I returned to sucking Venus' cock; cleaning up the spunk that was coated over her helmet, mixed with my saliva. I felt Venus' dick begin to soften in my mouth and she was spent too. My cock was rampant and I was ready for my reward. I looked over to the Mistress and she looked back for a long moment, as though sizing me up, and then she said 'You know, I've changed my mind, I'm not in the mood right now,' and she closed her legs. How Much Do You Want This Job? "You want this job so bad I'm sure we can COME to some arrangement?" she announced from her side of the desk. I was being interviewed by probably the hottest woman I had seen in my life! Her blouse barely covered a huge set of tits I couldn't stop myself from staring at, her legs were long and thin with a black cotton miniskirt, and a pair of sharp blue eyes that made me go weak at the knees. I was lost in a daydream, imagining her naked and spread waiting for me to sink my hard cock inside her – I couldn't help my mind from drifting. "Stand up!" "What?" I asked, "Is that the interview over?" "Oh no, honey, it's just beginning." I was confused. But it didn't take long for me to understand exactly what her intentions were. "So tell me," she continued, "are you willing to give me what I want in return for the job you want?" "Er..." I stood next to my chair with the only answer that was in my head, "yeah, I need this job so tell me what I have to do." "What if I wanted you to strip?" she asked. "I...I don't think...er..." I pondered on what it could result in when I was quickly interrupted, "Mr Jones. The door is behind you. I suggest you exit via it if you are not willing to prove you want this job. If you are, then remove your shirt; show me your manly chest." Realising the potential of the situation I placed my tie and shirt neatly on the chair, now standing topless before my interviewer. "Take off your shoes and trousers. I want to see you standing in your underwear. And don't forget your socks!" She was leaning back casually over her chair, pen in her mouth, chewing and tonguing it suggestively. Within seconds the only thing covering my eager young body was a pair of loose cotton boxer shorts. She got up and took a long ruler from her desk, not bothering to pull down her miniskirt, which was now slightly hiked up from how she was sat. The tops of her thighs were no longer left to the imagination as I ogled her from where I stood. She then began walking round me, rubbing the ruler in her hand, eyes roaming up and down my almost naked body. I'd say I'm fairly thin, but finally my 20 years of life have started to fill me out a bit so I guess I'm half way between thin and average build. My chest is toned, mainly due to being thin rather than the sparse sessions at the gym. I'm not particularly hairy and have shaved balls – a request of a previous girlfriend. My hair is generally roughly spiked with a clean shaven face. As Amy went out of sight she brought the ruler down on my arse. It was fairly gentle, more playful than bondage. She stoked the ruler up and down my back, teasing the waistline of my boxer shorts, causing my package to begin to firm up. "I suppose it's unfair for you to be almost naked and me fully clothed isn't it?" "Er...yeah..." I replied, sounding quite dumb. "Right then, give me your hand and close your eyes." I did as I was told. She took my hand in hers and placed it on her bare neck, slowly beginning to trail it down her cleavage. As I felt her chest beginning to bulge slightly she brushed my hand across her blouse, my fingers straightening to trace the outline of her bra underneath. "I've had around 5 men this morning wanting this job," she said as she directed my fingers to her buttons – I automatically began to undo them with my eyes still closed, "the interviews have been half an hour each. Four of the five have fucked me, the other was so ugly I only let him lick my slit, equal opportunities and all that but there was no way I was going to have his dick inside me. One shagged me on the desk and 3 on the sofa behind you." By this point I had finished with her buttons. She let her blouse fall from her and pressed her tits against my bare chest. I instinctively moved my arms around her and undid her bra as she pressed into my tent pitched boxers. My eyes were still closed, her tongue now licking my neck around my ear, occasionally nibbling it playfully. "I want you inside me," my hands running under her short skirt as she whispered, "I want your big prick inside me, you can be better than the others I know it." My hands brushed across her slit, noting she was wearing no underwear, "I started out the morning with knickers, but found they just took up the valuable time in these interviews. Open your eyes." With that she put her hand in the waistline of my boxer shorts and used them to pull me towards her desk, giving me seconds to view the gorgeous pair of breasts she was displaying, before our mouths met in a passionate kiss. I couldn't resist running my hands all over her hot body, groping her tits, then feeling under her skirt to touch the wet pussy beneath. Amy ripped down my boxer shorts and pulled my hard dick towards her hole, I had no problem entering her wet opening, probably by the fact that I wasn't the only lucky man to be inside her this morning. She grabbed my arse cheeks and pulled me deeper into her, every movement was frantic. "Oh...mmm...fuck me...oh fuck me..." escaped her lips between her erratic breaths. I was slamming into her as her hand followed my arse cleavage to my own hole. I moaned as her finger pushed its way inside. I'd never had this done to me before but I wanted this job, besides, it felt quite good! "Ah...ah...I'm...getting close!" she moaned. With Amy close to orgasm I was now in full control of the situation. "Turn over," I ordered sharply, "bend over the desk, I want to fuck you from behind!" There was maybe a second lost as she turned round on my command, my rock hard prick immediately slamming back into her from this new position. With her skirt hiked right up round her waist I had a perfect view of her tight butt hole as she bounced on my dick. "Oh fuck....oo...oh baby, I'm gonna cum over your hard meat, fuck me, fuck me big boy..." I felt her pussy contracting around my hard member as she rode into her orgasm, squealing in ecstasy. I slowed the pace as she came down from a hard orgasm. With her pussy now incredibly wet, I pulled out and began wiping her wetness over her butt hole, seeking come back for the arse probing she had given me earlier. Amy seemed to welcome it as she pushed her butt into the air and parted her rear cheeks with one hand. Being a gentleman, I slowly nudged my way in, fully soaking in the pleasure of this new, tighter hole. As I had entered her fully I began to increase the tempo of my thrusts. She was clenching her arse around my hard cock as her free hand rubbed her clit, trying to climax for a second time. "Mmm...no one's had my arse today...push it deep inside...oh...oh...push your big cock deep inside my arse, fill it, fill it with your hot cum!" Her breathing was now heavy pants, "Oh...ooo...I'm gonna cum again, I want you to fill me while I cum...ah...oh..." Her arse was tightening even more as she rubbed her clit to orgasm. I couldn't take it, I let out a loud moan as reams of hot sticky cum filled her back entrance. I grabbed her tits with my hands and pulled her up to almost a standing position as I continued to coat her insides with my cum, jolting as my dick throbbed inside her. After riding out the joint orgasm she pulled away, causing my cock to plop out. We both began to redress ourselves as she gave me feedback on my performance, "Not bad! I must say, none of the men this morning have tried their luck with my arse. It felt good," she said whilst discretely trying to wipe the cum leaking from her arse, "I think I can safely say you're through to the second interview stage. Mrs Quate will also be interviewing alongside me. She's almost 50, but doesn't look a day over 30. Mind, age is experience – believe me, I know. Now you know what to expect, I expect you'll be well prepared." She guided me to the door as my mind raced through what the next interview could bring. "Mr Peters!" she called out to the man waiting in reception, "I'm ready for you now." How Much Do You Want This Job? I'm a 35 year old married man. I own a medium sized manufacturing company with about 75 employees. I've never used my position as the owner of the company to extract any kind of sexual favours from an employee, until now. On a Friday afternoon in May, one of my file clerks came to my office and said that she had to quit her job. Her husband was relocating to another city and it was a good move for their family. It was late in the day so I decided not to worry about it until Monday. Over the weekend I pondered the situation and decided that on Monday I would post the job on the company bulletin board and try to fill the vacancy from within. On Monday I posted the job in the morning and waited to see if anyone responded. During the day a few people left résumés with my secretary which I was planning on taking home that evening. I was working late that night in order to try and get caught up on some office paperwork when I heard the buzzer at the front door to the plant. I figured that the cleaners must have forgotten their key so I went to the door to let them in. When I opened the door I was greeted by one of my warehouse workers, Angie. Angie was only 19 years old. She had been working for me ever since she dropped out of school when she was 16. Angie was about 5'6" in height with a slight build and a beautiful ass. She had shoulder length brown hair and she wore glasses. Some people might have seen her as mousy, however I had often thought she was concealing a bit of a wild child underneath her demure exterior. She got married when she was 18 and I suppose getting pregnant would be next. "Good evening sir," she said in a shy voice. "I wondered if I could speak to you for a few minutes about the job you posted today." "No problem, Angie. Come on in!" I responded with intrigue. "How did you know I would be here?" "I took a chance that you might be working late. I was hoping you would be going over the résumés of the people who are interested in the job," she replied. "I know that I don't have any experience with office work," she continued, "but I know the job doesn't require a great deal of skill and I thought it might be a way for me to move up in the company." Angie was wearing a tight fitting tube style dress that hugged to her every curve. As she was speaking to me I couldn't help but get distracted by thoughts of ravishing her right then and there on my desk. The material of her dress was so thin that I could clearly see her erect nipples and I could make out the panty line of her skimpy thong. Perhaps I could use this job vacancy to my advantage. "If I do this for you, Angie, what's in it for me," I asked. "You'll get a hard working, conscientious employee," she responded. "Actually that's what the company gets," I pointed out, "But what do I get personally. There are several people interested in this job. Why should I give it to you." "What do you want," Angie said in a puzzled tone. "Can't you think of any skills you might have that you didn't indicate on your résumé? Isn't there something extra you could demonstrate that would tip the scale in your favour." "I'm not sure I know what you mean," she said, "I think my record will show that I've always been a good worker." "I know you're a good worker, Angie," I stated, "but aren't you good at anything else?" "What are you suggesting, sir?" she asked. "I'm suggesting that you get down on your knees and give me a blowjob," I demanded. "I want to see your lips wrapped around my cock as it slides in and out of your sweet looking mouth." This was so uncharacteristic of me but I was so overcome with the potential opportunity that I couldn't help myself. "But sir, I'm married," she pleaded. "I know that you little minx," I said, "So am I. But that shouldn't stop us from having a little fun. I know you're a bit of a wild one. We've all heard the rumours about the tattoo you have on your tit." "What if I just show you that," Angie begged. "Not enough," I firmly stated. "Don't you want this job or not?" I asked. "Of course I do," she whimpered. "If I do this you have to promise me that it stays between us," she pleaded. "Of course it does," I stated. "Do you think I want my wife to find out." With that she came around the side of my desk and got down on her knees. Angie was gorgeous. I again noticed how her dress clung to every curve of her supple body and her thin bra did little to hide her nipples. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. She reached forward and started to unbuckle my pants. Her hands were shaking as she pulled down my zipper so I gave her some help. Once my pants were undone I stood up and rested my ass against the desk. She pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles and took hold of my cock. "I still can't believe I'm doing this," she cried. "Just think of it as part of the interview process," I casually said. "You should find some comfort in knowing that this means the job is yours." She nodded in agreement as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. It immediately started to get rock hard. At 6 inches my cock isn't huge but it's definitely big around. Angie guided the head of my prick towards her pouting red lips. They opened up enough to let my cock slide into her mouth. It was warm and inviting as I slid over her tongue. I could feel her hot saliva envelope my cock like a blanket. I was in complete bliss. She started to move her mouth back and forth over the length of my prick. It was slow at first as if she was resisting what she was doing but then she suddenly started to get into the whole situation. While her mouth was busy working on my prick her hand was playing with my balls. She pulled her mouth off and spat on my prick to give her hand more lubrication as she pumped my rigid pole. "Oh my god, Angie, for being only 19 you're a fantastic cocksucker," I moaned. "I may be only 19," she said, "but I've had a lot of practice". She continued to work her lips up and down my shaft until it was totally covered with her saliva. I glanced down to look at Angie's mouth sliding over my hard cock when I noticed she had her hand up her dress and inside her panties. She was working herself hard enough with her fingers that she also started to moan. I held the back of her head and pulled her closer to me. She was able to take my whole length into her mouth. I was starting to shake as my orgasm came closer and closer. Angie could also sense that I was about to cum. "DON"T STOPPPPP," I screamed. "I'M GONNA CUUUMMM." Just then Angie pulled my cock out of her mouth. "What are you doing," I snapped. "I was just about to cum." "I know," she replied. "That's why I stopped. I thought you might want to fuck me as well." She stood up and pulled down the top of her dress, exposing her shear white bra. I could clearly see her nipples through the material. They were dark brown and at complete attention. Her areolae were slightly lighter in shade and puffed out from her tits. I reached forward and pulled the straps off her shoulders allowing her bra cups to slip down over her boobs. They were slightly smaller than average but they were perky and pink just like I had hoped. I took one of her tits in my mouth and tasted her hard nipple with my eager tongue. "Of course I want to fuck you," I panted. "But what changed your mind," I asked? "I'm horny as hell" she whispered. "Can't you see the cum running down my legs." I lifted up the hem of her dress and looked more closely. She was right. Her thighs were glistening with her own juices. She scooped some of the liquid from her thighs and let me lick it off her finger. It was so wonderful. She then stepped back and did a little shimmy with her hips which made her dress fall to the floor. I reached forward and hooked my thumbs into either side of her panties and pulled them down her legs. The sight before me was heavenly. Angie's bush was neatly trimmed. Her wispy hair was a bit darker than the ones on her head. I pulled her toward me and let my tongue dance through her mound. Her pubes were wet and sticky from her heightened arousal. I lifted her up onto the edge of my desk and she instinctively pulled up her legs and propped her feet on the edge as well. This allowed her legs to spread completely open giving me full view and access to her sweet smelling pussy. "Okay boss, lick my pussy until I cum on your face," she commanded. It seemed the tables had turned. Now she was giving me orders, orders that I was happy to comply with. I dove in like a teenager about to lose his virginity. Her pussy was well lubricated and my tongue easily traced it's way up the folds of her slit to her protruding clit. I worked my tongue all around the area while purposefully avoiding her little bud. "Please don't tease me anymore," she begged. "Flick my clit with your tongue and eat my pussy. I'm aching to cum." "Your wish is my command," I said with a grin, and I did just that. I licked her clit and feasted on her cunt until her hips were bucking up and down out of control. "Oh my god," she squealed, "I'm cumming." With that said her pussy seemed to open up and spill it's fragrant juices all over my tongue and face. She was shaking uncontrollably until her orgasm subsided. "That was fantastic," she said after regaining her composure. "But I still want that hard and long fuck. Are you ready?" My cock was definitely hard and ready to pump Angie's sweet pussy. "Lay back you slut," I ordered, "and be prepared to get impaled by my cock." Angie leaned back on her elbows with her legs spread wide open for easy access. It had been a long time since I fucked a 19 year old pussy but I was up to the challenge. LOL! I moved forward until the head of my prick was nestled against her hot slit. Then, without warning, Angie wrapped her stilettoed heels around my back and pulled me into her juicy pussy with one big thrust. It was heaven. Her cunt was hot and slick from her recent cumfest and I moved in and out of her hole like a drill press, never missing a beat. "Your cock feels so good in my pussy," she panted. "Don't stop fucking me until I cum again." I wasn't about to stop fucking this slut even if she asked. As I pounded her pussy I leaned forward and took her left tit into my mouth. Her nipples were aching to be licked and sucked. I swirled my tongue around the target and gently bit down on her protruding buds. "Suck my tits, sir," she said coyly. "I love having my nipples bitten while my pussy is full of hard cock." While I was fucking her pussy for all it was worth, Angie was using her hand to play with her clit. She was feverishly rubbing it in hopes of having another mind-blowing orgasm. After a few more minutes of this rapid pace I could sense that we were both getting close to cumming. Being the gentleman that I am I wanted to hold out and let her cum first. Then, just as I had predicted she started shuttering with a wave of pleasure. "I'M CUMMING" she shrieked. "Don't stop fucking my cunt. Oh my god, I'm still cumming all over your cock. Feel my hot juice on your prick," she panted. I pulled out of her pussy and watched in amazement as she used her pussy muscles to force out her own cum. It dripped all over the edge of my desk and finally landed on the carpet. "I want to eat your cum now," she begged. "Fill my mouth with your hot cream boss." With that, she stuffed my aching cock between her lips and sucked me like it had never been sucked before. She played with my balls and moved her hand up and down the shaft of my prick. It didn't take long for me to near the point of no return. "Suck my cock you little minx," I begged. "Here it cums." And just like that my cock let loose with a flood of cum that first landed on her tongue and then splattered on her face and hair. I came so much that it dripped down her chin and landed on her tits. Angie even managed to scoop up some of my cum and rub it into her pussy. It was so erotic I thought I might cum again. Once we were finished we did our best to clean up ourselves with a box of kleenex. We got dressed and gave each other a long and passionate kiss. As she walked out the door she looked back at me and said with a wink "Do you need me to come back tomorrow for a second interview."