[M]eeting [F]or an out of town interview. [Con/Non-Con][Kink]

Michelle straggled in after a long day. Her business attire was a mess. Stumbling in her 3 inch heels, that she didn’t really need. At 5’11 she already had legs that went on for days. She liked the way they made her butt stick out though.

It’s never a bad idea to try and look your best in business, she figured. She had worn a knee length black pencil skirt that had ridden above her knees at this point. She had un-tucked her thin peach colored blouse and unbuttoned her black jacket. It was stuffy on the plane and she had undone as many buttons as she could while still keeping her DDD’s from being obscene. Her make-up had staying power. She didn’t bother with the cheap stuff. A not too sultry maroon lipstick and long curled eyelashes. Her hair waved raven black as she walked through the hotel door.

Approaching the desk she was exhausted, a 4 hour flight delay meant she already had to reschedule her final interview. Luckily Mr. Allen was understanding. They’s met in the previous interview. She felt like they had hit it off famously and was looking forward to seeing him again.

He moved his schedule around. Instead of meeting her in the lobby, he left the key at the desk. He’d pick her up in the morning and they would go meet the board in the afternoon like they had planned.

“Room 523, Miss Stevenson”, the desk clerk told her. She couldn’t contain rolling her eye’s. Five floors stood between her, a hot shower, and a king size bed.

As she walked down the hallway, butterflies were taking flight in her stomach. Her heart was beating so hard, she was afraid others could see it. Her breathing increase and she was scared but optimistic. It was all becoming so real. The first phone interview, then one in person, and now a final encounter. She had dreamed about being here for this for months. She didn’t want to get to excited, but she couldn’t contain her blushing. She tried taking a deep breath before sliding the key through the lock. *Beep, Click* and she pushed the door open.

It was pitch black in the room and she felt her stomach drop as she reached to find a light. A strong hand took firm grip of her wrist and pulled her in. Spinning her out of her heels, it twisted the arm behind her back. As she began falling an arm around her chest caught her and directed her toward the bed.

“Hello, Michelle, why did you keep me waiting?” A familiar deep voice whispered in her ear

“Who are you? What’s this?” she started to yell. Before she could get another word out the man had taken something from his pocket and shoved it in her mouth. With one arm pinned behind her, she reached to remove the gag. He snatched the other wrist behind her as well. The familiar ratchet of a zip-tie rung loud to her before he leaned back down in her ear.

“Don’t act like this wasn’t what you wanted.” The voice slightly familiar continued, “You fucking tease in the barely slutty outfits. You should have expected this by now.” Mr. Allen, that’s the voice, but why?

He reached down to the zipper of her skirt and slowly unzipped it. She tried screaming *NO! STOP PLEASE* but it was all muffled in vain. He’d invited her to a nice hotel, no paper thin walls to be heard through. Once, unzipped he leaned back to appreciate her beauty. She was trying to kick and scream. However, as he straddled her legs, there was no where to go. She was stuck.

As she finally slowed and tried to turn, **THWACK!** his hand welted her right cheek. She screamed again in vain, before letting out a whimper. Another **THWACK** welted her her left cheek. It felt like lightening through her pussy. Tears began filling her eyes and he slid her skirt down to her knees. Her lacy pink thong was flanked by large hand prints.

He got up off her and went to flip on the light. She rolled herself over while he was gone and got a good look at his return. His head was shaved bald and his eye’s were as black as his soul. His nostrils flared and his jawline was chiseled. She didn’t remember the tattoo’s, but there was no mistaking it was Mr. Allen. He had the same broad shoulders and barrel chest. His arms still looked to big to fit in a shirt. He was at least 6’1. His body hair was well groomed, and his dick was raging hard. It looked to be 7″ cut, and just thick enough to make her worry about what he had planned.

“No, No.” He said, “I want that ass back.” He grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her back over. Her skirt kept her from being able to get the leverage she needed to resist. Peeling down her thong and skirt, he gave her ass a cold kiss before tossing the skirt aside. She clenched her legs together and he straddled them again. **THWACK**, **THWACK** His large hands rained down heavy on her ass. Alternating feelings of burning hot, and icy air alternated through her bum.

Leaning forward in her ear her whispered. “Fucking look at that thing jiggle. I love it!”

He removed the gag from her mouth. “No! Stop, please!” she cried before her filled her mouth with the lacy wet thong. Tears were flowing by now as her body convulsed and sobbed. **THWACK THWACK** In the light her ass already had a purple hue. He ran his hands around her ass. They felt like sandpaper she was so sensitive. Spreading her cheeks wide, he let a long string of spit drop on her tight pink asshole and run down to her twat.

She kept everything waxed. Fresh as a newborn his fingers easily slipped between her legs. There was no need for spit. She was already dripping wet. He turned his fingers up and plunged to into her pussy. It ached so good, she couldn’t help but arch her butt into the air.

“I knew you wanted it slut!” He growled, “I’m gonna treat you like my personal whore!” He began jack hammering her pussy with his hand. She could hardly contain it, between crying whimpers she let out a moan.

Grabbing her by her black hair he drug her to the edge of the bed. She used her legs to flip over and her pulled her head off the edge of the bed. Standing over her stroking his huge cock in her face. “Now lets see these” as he tore open her blouse. A matching sheer bra showed her dark little nipples standing at attention. He gave one a twist through her bra while he reached over to the nightstand. Pulling out some scissors he snipped through the tiny black bow in the middle. It sprung apart in an instant and he peeled back the cups. “Fuck you look better than I imagined.” He spoke softly. Running his finger tips around her hard nipple, down her navel to her pussy. He dipped a finger in and brought it to his lips to taste. “Just like I hoped” he grinned his other hand pressing his cock into her cheek.

He smeared precum across her mascara streamed face. He used a finger to fish the panties out of her mouth. She got one deep breath before he crammed his cock in. The most cock she’d ever had in her mouth and it was amazing. He let it sit for a moment just enjoy the twitch as her mind made her try to gasp for air. Then he slid out slowly letting her take in fresh air again. Slowly fucking her throat, he couldn’t help but stare as it bulged out her neck with each thrust. Her eye’s were watering involuntarily streaming more mascara across her face. He was getting to riled up and needed to relax.

Pulling his cock out he took a moment to smear around her once beautiful makeup. Her face was now painted with swirls of mascara and maroon lipstick. Saliva and precum providing the fluid to make her a mess.

“Please, Sir. Please stop. I’m sorry, I didn’t…..” Her panties went back in. Her mouth containing a mix of flavors muscus, make-up, cum, and pussy juice. The bouquet of aromas missed by the burn in her nostrils.

“Now, what we’ve all been waiting for.” he said. Reaching toward her legs he spun her with ease. She tried clamping them shut. Crossing them in vain, he caught her by the calf. With his arms wrapped around her lower legs she bucked and struggled with his cock grazing her pussy. Pulling her close he kneeled onto the bed. Pinned under his immense size, she continued to fight. Until his big hand wrapped around her throat. Squeezing without choking the room was closing in on her.

When she woke up he was already inside of her. Plugging away at her warm lifeless body. All she could feel was the stretch of her pussy. The swelling between her legs. Next thing she new, an unknown wave rush through her body. She convulsed underneath him in an uncontrollable orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s right you little slut I knew you wanted this dick. Fucking take it!” he grunted and groaned. He grabbed her ankles and lifted high in the air. Her eye’s wide as saucers, she muffled, *NO! PLEASE NO!* until her asshole felt it was about to split in too.

“AHH, fuck yes! God it’s so tight!” He screamed pounding away at her helpless frail body. He wrapped his hands around her neck and focused in on her tears. Fishhooking the panties out of her mouth one last time.

“Please! Please stop!” She pleaded in a defeated whimper.

Their faces inches apart. Balls deep in her ass he shoved as far as he could and looked her in the eye, “Is it all that you wanted.”

His evil look burned right through her as she nodded yes. With a fist full of hair, he ripped his dick from deep in her bowels, and pulled her face towards it. He shoved his thumb in her mouth. Grabbing her lower jaw he forced her mouth open and began jerking his dick until it exploded. The first shot hit the back of her throat with so much force it caused her to cough. As she bit his thumb he let go. His next pulse streamed across her face. She took his cock back in her mouth swallowing pulse after pulse as is flooded in.

Falling back on the bed she grinned up at him, “Thank you sir. That was amazing.”

“No problem, babe. You want me to cut you loose?”

This was a consensual rape role play between two adults. The phone calls and interviews were planning sessions for how it went down. I narrated it third person so that you couldn’t decide who I was, but could lose yourself in either role. It is 100% true and still gets me going just thinking about it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6n9kci/meeting_for_an_out_of_town_interview_connonconkink

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  1. I’m always looking for fun interesting partners. Feel free to PM me if you enjoy this.

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