The interview
(Parts 1 and 2)
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.
“I think you’re the best fit for the position Jenny” you say, still rocking me back and forth on top of your groin.
My hands are wrapped around your neck. I keep buckling up and down, feeling you swell beneath me.
It’s my turn to smirk.
“I think so too” I say.
Your hands are immense, still feeling up and down my ass. You cup my cheeks, massaging them.
“You’re definitely what I’m looking for, but..” you pause.
“I think you still need to finish your interview. Let me know if you need to stop the process any time.”
I startle briefly. What? I replay the events of what’s happened. Did I start this crazy heavy petting? No. This was all his idea. Or am I a sex crazed maniac who can’t go through an interview for a nanny job without getting soaked through my panties? I feel like such a sexual deviant.
“I’m so sorry, I just got swept up in the moment” I say, slowing down my pace of grinding, and begining to dismount.
Your grip on my ass tightens, and you make sure I don’t slow my place all the way down.
“That’s not what I meant” you say. Your tone seems different. Could that be anger in your voice? There’s a power there.
“Oh” I say. “What do you mean?”
“I just have one or two aptitude tests for you first”
I nearly roll my eyes. My clitoris is throbbing, and my pussy completely soaked. I’ll have to really contain myself for this last leg of the interview.
“Ok” I say, making no moves this time to dismount. I want him more now. I just want him inside me and to keep grinding.
“I want to know about you, Jenny.” You ask.
“Ok,” I respond.
“What are you comfortable with?” You ask.
“A lot, I would imagine” I reply.
You chuckle, still riling yourself up underneath me.
“You may prove me wrong, but our definition of a lot is likely different”
You reach into your suit pocker and produce a small zip lock bag of cable ties. My heart starts to race. I was not expecting this.
I don’t know this man. The door to this room is locked. Now, he has me on his lap and is going to tie me up and fuck me.
“Let’s start with something easy” you continue. “Or would this be ‘a lot’?” You tease, waving the bag in front of me.
I lean back and put my hands out toward him, showing that I’m game. We lock eyes. He slowly takes a cable tie out, and ties one around my wrists.
“Good” he says, looking surprised. Those words make me gush. I can’t stop looking at him and staring at his eyes. I realise that I want to please, and it’s not just for this job.
You place my bound wrists so that again I am looped around your neck, still straddling you. Although it’s the same position as before, I feel less in control. I feel like I’m yours, and that you can do what you like.
“Well, that’s the first part of our practical exam over” you say.
“That wasn’t so bad” I say, trying to remain composed while dripping wet.
You seem to ignore me.
“But there’s been a lot of niceties. Let’s see how you react to bad behaviour”
“Bad behaviour?” I ask.
“Exactly.” You reply. You move your hands to my waist, still grinding.
“Let’s say a young, beautiful woman comes in to the office and tries to sleep with a married man to get a job. Would you say that’s bad?” You ask.
I gasp.
“Well, no, I ”
Then I feel a quick SMACK on my ass.
“No? Not bad?” You ask again, looking into my eyes.
Another smack.
I gasp and grind harder with the impact, my hands draped around you neck. You’re holding me in place, and it’s hard to protest with my hands bound.
“No, I don’t think that’s the whole-”
Another smack.
I gasp.
SMACK.
“It’s not bad-”
SMACK.
SMACK.
“We both want-”
SMACK
SMACK
SMACK
“Jenny, you really need to be taught a lot. But I think you know that.”
You keep spanking me and telling me that this is wrong.
You flip me over, so I’m lying on the couch face down ass up. My hands are still bound and resting in front of my clitoris.
You rub my ass up and down where you smacked it. It feels nice.
I start to touch myself at the front, grinding on your knees.
You continue massaging my ass cheeks and tentatively move my panties to one side, about to slide a finger in. I’m so excited, finally, you will enter me.
Then, you stop.
“Oh Jenny, even now! You’re touching yourself! Usually, I would encourage that but…”
SMACK
Smack
SMACK
“You have to be taught a lesson.”
You slide out from under me.
I’m still lying face down on the couch. I hear the sound of shoes being thrown of, and see your clothes gradually fall to the floor. I’m still touching myself, despite your remarks. And I feel you lie on top of me, and hear a zipper come down.
“Well Jenny, that was the second part of the practical.” you continue “and I have to say , I’m disappointed. You behaved very badly, touching yourself like a bad girl. I need you Jenny. I need you to be a good girl for me now. I want you to do well.”
I nod. “I’m yours” I say.
“Who’s? Who do you belong to?”
“You.” I say.
I push my ass slightly up, waiting for him to enter. He puts his hands on my ass, squeezing me and positioning himself. I feel his weight on top of me. We are so close to each other.
He slides my panties to the side and for the first time, I feel his cock brush against me.
“Who do you belong to now?”
“You.”
“Good girl ” you say, and you enter me.
It’s so much that I’m afraid I’m going to come now. I keep touching myself at the front, still bound by the cable ties. He reached up to my face and moves me so our lips are close.
I feel his breath, his body, his skin and his massive cock pumpy slowly inside me. His rhythm perfectly matched mine. He turns my cheek and we start kissing passionately as he continues to slowly fuck me.
It’s like he knows my body. He knows just where to touch, just how to move, just how to kiss. I’m beginning to go over the edge.
“Oh” I say “I’m gonna cum”
“Cum for me.” You say. “You’re mine, you’re gonna cum for me.”
I start cumming and feel him swell to.
Oh God, is he gonna cum?
“I’m gonna cum inside you” he says.
“Do it.” I reply “I’m yours”
Suddenly, I feel a hot liquid inside me. We both lay there, breathing heavy.
“My God” I say.
“Yes” you reply. “How soon can you start?”
You squeeze me with a hard hug and kiss and start cleaning up our mess.
This is going to be very interesting.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tks10n/mf_the_interview_con_dubcon_dom_light_bdsm