The interview
I walk inside, and sit down on a comfortable couch opposite you.
“Jenny, is it?” You ask.
“Yes” I reply.
You nod approvingly, looking me up and down. I’m dressed in a nice dress and look quite well.
“So,” you begin “In the advertisement, we said we were looking for a nanny. Someone who could be around the house.”
I nod.
“Do you have any experience in nannying or housekeeping?”
I know I have to give a good answer. I really can’t mess this up. This job pays very well, it’s a live in job and my lease is just up. They advertised as having minimal duties and generous time off. It would be beyond perfect for me, so I need to convince this man to hire me.
I begin my spiel about my experience working with kids, my enthusiasm for housework and all the other bits and pieces I’d practiced the night before. You smile wide throughout my little speech, seemingly interested and engaged.
“Well, Jenny, I have to say you seem perfect. Maybe a little under qualified, but there’s really something else that we’re looking for in this job. I think you would be great at it.”
Your smile continues as you ramble on. The more you talk, the more your smile stars to shift. It becomes hungrier. Your speech changes too. You are more deliberate in your words as you try to convince of this job opportunity. After a few minutes of back and forth, you just sigh.
I begin to worry.
“Did I say something?” I ask.
“Jenny, can I be honest with you?”
“Of course” I respond.
“It’s a bit of a secret” you say, standing up and pacing towards the door of the office.
“That’s no problem” I answer, returning a smile.
While standing at the exit, you stop still. You lock the door. Then you make your way to the small couch I’m on and sit down beside me, as if nothing has happened. I eye the door suspiciously before I suddenly feel your touch.
“Jenny” you say, putting your arm on my leg. “My wife and I have an arrangement”
All of a sudden I can feel the heat of your hand on my knee, the warmth of this body beside mine.
“We have a very open marriage. This position is not just a nanny job. Really, it’s a lot more than that.”
You look at me deeply in the eyes, your hand still on my leg.
“Oh” I say, slowly “What exactly else is the job?”
You start to move your hand up my leg, testing the waters. You stop just under my dress. You come closer to me, and I fully realise how broad of a man you are. You smell wonderful and feel so strong.
“Maybe you just don’t have all that much… experience with this” you continue, putting your other hand to my cheek.
It’s at this point I’m not sure what to do. I can’t just have sex with this man! What on earth! This is an interview. He’s married. He could be lying about everything!
But then again, it doesn’t feel bad. I like being here with him. Feeling his touch on my skin, looking at his best body. It feels so good.
His hand on my face comes towards my mouth. His thumb brushes my lips and my mouth opens, ready to take his finger in my mouth. Instead, his head comes close to mine, our lips drawn close together, but not quite touching.
“Come over here” you say, and you scoop me up quickly. All of a sudden, I’m straddling you in my dress.
I gasp. I feel you hard underneath me.
I’m not sure what to do.. We haven’t kissed or done anything. I could just leave.
Then I feel your huge hands on my ass. You reach under my dress to cup them and start rocking me so that we start grinding onto one another.
Should I stop? Oh God. I can’t stop myself. This feels so right.
Then you start kissing my neck, tenderly.
All of a sudden, I really want this job. As you kiss my neck, you grab my hair at its base and pull lightly. You grip me tightly.
“Do you want this?” You ask, eyes staring at me.
“Yes” I gasp.
Something tells me I’m going to get on very well with my new boss.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/tk63yz/mf_the_interview_light_dom_con_dubcon
Don’t leave me hanging! Tell me there is more!
Please say there’s a part 2!
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