Don’t we all have a dream job? A job we would do everything to get? Everything, no matter what someone asks of us? I for sure had such a dream job. A job I wanted since I can remember. And when the chance opened up to get my perfect job I did everything to seal the deal.
I did everything, no matter what they had asked me to do. Just to show them my dedication, to show them that I was more than just serious of getting that damn job. And to take away the surprise, in the end I got my dream job. But the last two steps towards it were unusual ones. Some very arousing but more than just unusual ones.
Back when I was around thirty two years old I was looking for a new job. I didn’t got fired in my old job, I just wanted something different, something a little bit higher up in the corporate ladder. And it had to be in one of those companies I was dreaming to work for since forver. Luckily one of my dream corporations was hiring the exact position I wanted. So I set up the best resume, the best CV I had ever written and then I sent it over to them.
Weeks passed by until I got an answer. I even called them a couple of times while I was waiting for them making up their minds: They always told me the same. They always told me that they would get back to me, that the would call me soon.
The waiting got to me. I began to count the hours. I was ready to pic up my phone seven days a week. I came to a point where I wanted an answer, any answer, it didn’t really mattered if it was a positive or a negative one. I just wanted it to be over.
Then one Tuesday morning, I was already at work, sitting in my office pretending to be productive, my phone rang. It was the HR department from the company I wanted to work for: “We have to apologize for letting you wait that long. But it took us some time to do some thorough background checks on you. And so far, you are a match. We want to get to know you in person.”
A sight escaped my body. Then I felt like jumping around and yelling out something like victory. But I had to keep my shit together until the phone call was over. I had to play it serious. And I did.
We set up an appointment on the upcoming Friday afternoon, then we wished each other an awesome day and then the phone call was over. Now I just let go. I let my feelings out. No need to hold back anymore.
I was jumping around in my office. I had a little victory celebration. For myself. And not because I was thinking that I had the job, just because I survived round one. I made it to a personal appointment. An appointment I had to prepare myself for. The next two days would be two busy ones.
At first I did a lot of research: I tried to find out something about the people I would most likely have to deal with, I researched the company itself – not the hardest task, because I wanted to work for them since forever, so I already knew a lot about them – and then I brushed up my knowledge about the position I was applying for.
Besides feeding my brain with facts and information I got an expensive haircut, I let some professional shave my face, I had a manicure, I bought myself some new suit and a pair of fancy shiny shoes. I wanted to make a next to perfect first impression. And to be honest, keeping me busy all day long, it helped keeping the anxiety on a bearable level.
Then Friday was finally there. I got up, I went to work, around noon I left work, I told them I had some doctor’s appointment in the afternoon, I got back home, I dressed myself to impress and then I took a cab to the address were the appointment should take place.
About fifteen minutes later I entered an office building in one of the most expensive parts of the city I was living in. The receptionist called upstairs and told me that I was there. Then she smiled at me, she gave me some directions and sent me towards the elevator.
In the elevator I took a few deep breaths in and out. I focused myself. I mentally prepared myself to kiss some ass. To show me from my best side. To impress the persons I had to deal with. To get my dream job. And yes, I was prepared to do literally everything to get the job.
After arriving on the floor I was heading too I stood in front of a receptionist again. I told him who I was, I told him why I was there and as soon as I was finished made a short phone call: “He is here. Yes, I will do.”
After the phone call was over the secretary gave me his full attention again: “She will have time for you soon. You can wait over there. And may I serve you something to drink?”
I politely declined his offer then I went over to the seating area and sat down. I flicked through some of the magazines that were laying on the table. Those magazines really convinced me that the company I was applying for work was the best thing on Earth. And yes, I might be sucker for those kind of things.
About ten minutes passed by then the secretary came over to pick me up and then he guided me into an office. There the about thirty five year old head of HR – she was wearing an expensive looking business costume and as mentioned above, I did some research, so I knew who she was – was already waiting for me. When I came in she stood up, she told the secretary that his services wouldn’t be needed anymore and then we shook hands.
The introduction was a brief one, then we sat down at a small conference table in one corner of the huge office. There she handed me some paperwork to sign. It was a non disclosure agreement – because she was going to share some sensitive information with me – and a second form that stated something that everything was done on consent. I had never ever seen such a form before, so I asked her about it. She gave me a short but precise answer: “Our legal department want to keep things on the saver side. That’s why they came up with that form.”
Once I had signed both forms twice, one for me, one for them, the interview was ready to kick off. But before it began the interviewer asked me another question: “Is it okay when it is just the two of us? The person that normally sits next to me has called in sick today.”
It told the her that it was perfectly fine with me. A smile appeared on her otherwise totally stoic face: “Thank you, then the interview will begin now.”
Then she began to ask me questions. Questions about my previous professional life. Questions that were aimed to get a deeper insight into my personality. One question followed the other. Just your ordinary standard job interview. Until she asked me the following: “How far are you willing to go to get the job?”
She asked me with a serous expression on her face. A serious expression that tried to hide a more than just lust filled smile. It took me a few moments to come up with a suitable answer: “Everywhere. I would do next to everything to get hired by your company.”
Now a devilish smile appeared on her face. While the smile showed up she unbuttoned the upper buttons on her shirt and gave me a fantastic view down her cleavage: “You sure about that? You sure that you would do anything to get the job?”
Then I looked her in the eyes. With a more than just dead serious expression on my face: “Yes, I am. I want that job. I really want that job.”
The smile on the interviewers face got even bigger: “Good. Get undressed and down on all your four.”
A shiver went through my body the moment she gave me that order. I wasn’t even thinking. I just complied. I got out of my clothes, then I went down on the floor, on all of my four. She was somewhat pleased with the result: “You forgot to confirm the order I gave you.”
Without thinking about it – it wasn’t the first time for me being in a similar situation – a “Yes mistress. I am sorry mistress” came out of my mouth. While excusing myself I felt my cock getting hard. I clearly was turned on by what was going on.
Then she gave me my next orders: “My shoes look dirty, don’t they?”
I nodded with my head. She got her “Yes, mistress” and then I crawled over to her. A little smiled appeared on her face when she saw that I didn’t even tried to stand up and walk the few steps over to her: “I see, someone has already trained you well. That is something that heightens your chance of getting the job.”
A smile appeared on my face. Then my tongue landed on her heels. I licked them clean for her. I took my time to not miss any spot. She ignored me while I was doing what she asked me to do. She was doing stuff on her phone. And she took a picture or two of me cleaning her shoes. She asked for permission first.
Once I was done, once her shoes looked fancy and shiny again, I placed myself on the floor in front of her. Patiently waiting for my next order. While trying to get a glimpse of her underwear when she moved into a different seating position. To my surprise, she was wearing none.
Naturally she caught me starring. She caught me checking her out. While I still had a hard one between my legs. She was everything but amused about my doing. She got mad: “So you filthy pervert have got noting better to do than peeping on me? Peeping on me, a totally innocent woman?”
Inner me was already looking forward to the punishment that was laying in front of me. While outer me played the guilty sinner. I told her that I was sorry. That I never ever would do something like that again. The interviewer, the head of HR, didn’t gave a damn about my excuses. She sent me over to a dresser standing on the wall next to her desk: “There is a whip in the bottom drawer. Get it for me. And don’t dare to stand up.”
So I crawled over to the dresser, then I got the whip out of it – one of the five, maybe six ones she had in there. Then I put the whip inside my mouth and crawled back to her. While crawling my hard dick bounced back and forth.
Once I was back at the conference table she took the whip out of my mouth. Then she petted my head. And then she asked me one simple question. While smiling in my face: “How many strokes do you deserve?”
I knew that she would give me more strokes than I would ask her to give me. So some thinking went into the number: “Thirty two.”
As anticipated she wasn’t happy with that number: “Only sixteen for each cheek? I think you can handle thirty two on each one. So sixty four in total.”
She waited for my confirmation. It took a couple of seconds until a “Yes mistress, you are right mistress” came out of my mouth. Then I went in position. I staid on all of my four and lifted my ass as high up in the air ass possible. She stood up and placed herself behind me.
Seconds later the sound of a whip cutting through air was filling the room. I was preparing myself for the first hit. But the hit wasn’t coming. She had stopped shortly before the whip hit my flesh. She was teasing me, she was playing with me.
Then the sound of something cutting through air came up a second time. Not even a moment later the whip landed on one of my ass cheeks. A shiver when through my body the moment it happened. A moan escaped my throat. My dick got even harder. It felt good.
And it began to feel even better. One hit after the other landed on my ass cheeks. After some time the interviewer realized that she had forgotten to count the hits. She ordered me to count them for her. My ass already began to burn. While my rock hard dick was spitting nasty juices. My mind began to clear. I began to drift off.
The pain got more and more intense with every hit she gave me. My ass turned red, then a little bit blue. The pain slowly but steadily began to drive horny out of my body. My hard one began to get limp. But he kept on spiting juices. And those juices collected on the wooden floor beneath me.
Once the sixty four hits were done she stopped for a while. She gave me some time to breath. She gave the pain time to go away. Then she gave me ten more hits. She took her time with those. The pain was intense, the pain felt nothing but good. I politely asked her to keep on going, she declined: “Time for something else. Time to let you taste the sweetest thing on Earth.”
Then she pulled up her skirt and sat down. After she had sat down she slowly spread her legs for me. She took her time while doing so. My mouth was watering. I crawled over to her. I enjoyed watching, I enjoyed watching her already wet pussy. And then I dug in.
I tasted the sweetest thing on Earth. She was right, pussy is the sweetest thing out there. I dug in deep. I stuck my tongue as deep inside her as I could. I played with her clit. I made her moan out loud. I made her eyes running in circles. While she gave me a gentle hit with the whip from time to time.
After I had licked her pussy for some time she asked for more. It was time for me to slid a first finger inside her dripping we pussy. Her moaning got more intense the moment my finger went in.
More and more tension was building up. She stopped spanking me. She enjoyed me finger fucking her while my tongue was taking care of her clit. Her hands ran through my hair. It didn’t took long and her hands held on to my head. She was close to an orgasm.
She got one hard thrust after the other. In the end three of my fingers went in and out of her pussy. While my tongue still was on her clit. And then, one last hard and intense thrust. Her legs began to shake. Her hands fell of my head. She came. She had an orgasm. She was gone. Her brain was off.
When she was herself again, she smiled at me. She looked down at me – I still was naked and on all of my four on the floor in front of her – and told me that I had potential. She told me that she would hire me. But she also told me that the decision wasn’t hers to make. But she would recommend me to the one that made the decision.
Then she fixed her costume, she put away the whip while she allowed me to get dressed again. Once we both were presentable again she told me that I had passed the first round. But that I wasn’t hired yet. That I would have to come in on the upcoming Tuesday for a second interview. An interview with the CEO of the company. Her secretary would give me the details.
When she was done speaking I nodded with my head, then the head of HR and I shook hands while looking each other in the eyes and then she guided me towards the office door. On our way out she gave me one last compliment: “You really know how to eat some pussy.”
I blushed a little bit, I told her that I had a good teacher and then I left the office. As soon as she had closed the door behind me I went over to her secretaries desk. I told him that about what the interviewer had told me before. He handed me the information. He did that all with an “I know exactly what was going on in there” smile on his face. I thanked him for the cooperation and then I left the building.
I went back home, looking forward to the weekend, enjoying the sensation my spanked ass gave me while getting more and more curious about the upcoming Tuesday: “Will there be another session like today?”
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