well…i drove there and i went in and trembling i said to him ‘hi i am <my_name> and im here for the special interview’ i dont think he was expecting me to actually come but he walked up to me and past me and locked the door to the whole office building then told me to follow him…we got to this door to his boss’s office and he told me go through it so i did..when i went through i realized that the blinds are open and we can see people walking the sidewalk but i didnt know if they could see us…seeing them there was soooo hot.
he closed the door behind me and we started with some small talk and some things i think i might not be allowed to mention here. as we were doing this i said to him ‘this is the strangest interview ive ever done’ then he looked at me and said ‘we havent even gotten to the written part of the interview’. i had an idea what he meant but i played innocent and thats when he said ‘im gonna write on your face with my cum’ and at that point i was totally trembling and super ready to go
he told me to get on my knees and remove my top, which i quickly did and then he took off his pants and walked over putting his cock in my face…so i began to suck it. he wanted me to suck slow and after a few minutes he started playing with my neck, my boobs, my hair. he liked holding my shoulders in place so all my movement came just from my head and neck…he was clearly feeling me out and enjoying me and i was starting to taste his salty precum which i really loved and also watching people walk by thinking that if they only looked to the left they would get a free slut show. then he asked me to stop and got up. he went and grabbed his boss chair and sat in it in the middle of the office and told me to get back to sucking…and i did so like a good slut
it took a few minutes but all of a sudden he stood up and told me to tilt my head back so i did..then he shot his load all over my face. it was so much i couldnt open my eyes and i loved it…then he told me to wait there while he gets paper towels. i sat there face up trying not to move so cum doesnt drip on the carpet..feeling it dribble down my face, to my neck, to my cleavage… while i was there, on my knees eyes closed an a huge mess…i hear the coffee machine in the break room next door. he was making himself a coffee while i was sitting glazed in his boss’s office. finally he came back and it took about 4 paper towels to clean me up..even then it wasnt all cleaned and i still had a little in my hair and some had dried up.
i guess he also got dressed while i was waiting on him to bring me something to clean up with, but i finally managed to get up and get dressed, then i asked him for his phone number because i didnt have it. he said i can give him mine and he will text me so i did that, and though i never got a job (not that i was looking) he did eventually call me and we did something even more fun and exciting at my house a few weeks later.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/znyo7n/going_to_a_much_older_strangers_work_just_to_blow