At the turn of my summer vacation I was called for an interview at a medium-sized, quiet company with around 40 employees, where I could professionally exercise what I liked most. It gives me a lot of courage but I have to admit that apart from selling well your professional qualities, you have to take care of your image and I didn't think about it many times, which has cost me more than one job. My boyfriend keeps telling me that the first thing they see is the facade and as a woman I have to exploit it to the maximum. He always says half seriously, half jokingly, that I should dress elegantly and sexy, with a low-cut top and a mini skirt, because most interviewers are men and whether well or badly, physical appearance, aspect, and coquetry make them requirements influential in the final decision. Besides, he adds, there's little supply for such demand so apart from selling my qualities well, I have to deploy all my charms to win numbers, and if necessary, provoke some other careless one crossing their legs showing a thong if the interviewer looks for it, well then, let them, something that would make him very excited because he loves seeing me desired or seen more than usual.
I put on makeup and a bit daring and waited for the interview to pass without a hitch and be able to influence getting the job. I'm 24 years old. Today I chose for the occasion white thongs (suggested by my mischievous boyfriend) and a flesh-colored bra, a white blouse, a black skirt up to mid-thigh, no stockings since it was very hot, and shoes with a bit of heel, nothing out of this world but I got dressed up. When I was about to leave I looked in the mirror and saw myself sexy and that boosted my self-esteem, the slightly fitted blouse accentuated my breasts and waist while the skirt outlined my hips and bum. To be honest, I thought it was a bit short since I'm not used to wearing skirts and the height up to mid-thigh worried me, but my husband He told me I was perfect, gave me a kiss with tongue like the ones that make me feel good when saying goodbye and wishing me luck, knowing that seeing me dressed for an interview would provoke more than one of his sexual fantasies. When I got into the car, I noticed my skirt was rising precariously.
When I arrived at the company, a well-dressed man in his mid-40s, taller than me, neither ugly nor handsome, but rather average, with slightly gray hair, beard, clear eyes, and a few extra pounds, introduced himself as Julián. He invited me to go into a room near reception, taking a good look at my legs first. Since my boyfriend had told me those things beforehand, I was paying attention to where my host's gaze was directed, which meant the facade operation had been a success.
The office was large, with bookshelves around, an enormous meeting table, and in the back, a small reading area with armchairs and a small center table. I was about to put my things on the meeting table when suspiciously Julián directed me to the armchairs at the back, saying that just beside there's a window that looks out onto a patio where workers take breaks to get some fresh air and natural light would enter. But I quickly realized that decision wasn't being made for the light, since sitting down in front of me he had a perfect view of my legs, which I closed tightly as I sat down so he wouldn't see my thong, remembering my dilemma when I got into the car and my skirt rose. My husband 'hit it', this man was trying to take advantage of my outfit to recreate the view, I had to be very alert or I'd show more than I wanted, since I wasn't ready to show him my underwear and didn't want to think about 'provoking' some carelessness.
I couldn't stop looking at my legs and I started feeling a mix of sensations: rage, disgust, fear, and still not understanding, a ... Growing morbo, my husband's neglect came back to haunt me. When I thought about the things he says to me about exposing myself, I wondered what he would say in this compromising situation? I'm sure with how perverted he is, he'd give his approval for me to warm up this gentleman and that's when I started getting turned on inside. I had someone in front of me who was key to improving my personal situation and all they were doing was sending me signals that they wanted meat.
The interview starts with everyday questions, where I live, my personal situation, studies, etc., while without much subtlety, Julian would lower his gaze to see if I made any movement and could see me under the skirt. I didn't know whether to cross my legs or not, since the armchair wasn't helping and my skirt could lift up from underneath. I was more worried about showing my intimacy than the actual interview, which my interlocutor noticed.
Then, while explaining what his company did, its history, products, he would point out photos and samples around the office, looking for me to make a gesture with my legs that he was eager for to happen. I just thought about squeezing them tighter.
The interview continued, now focusing more on my professional experience and studies, where I unleashed all my artillery, Julian nodded in approval but in his gestures, I noticed it wasn't anything he had heard before, which demoralized me, but I wasn't going to give up, so I exposed all my knowledge of languages and at one point, he asked if he could see the English diploma, which being foresightful, I already had in my folder, which was still on my lap to help cover myself. In that moment when I opened it to show him the document, between tension, nerves, the compromising situation with my skirt and the pages not well put away by the flaps, they fell onto the I usually get several of them on the left side, and when I realized it, I made an instinctive quick gesture to avoid them from falling, which was absurd, but all I managed to do is have my body arch towards that side and as a result of that movement, my legs opened more than I wanted, giving him a perfect view of my white thong on Julian. Finally, I had succeeded, he had already seen my thong, obviously not losing any detail of the spectacle, the very pig, and quickly got up with the supposed intention of helping me, but nothing was further from reality, all he wanted was to bend down in front of me to see more closely my most intimate garment.
I was getting into heat seeing how I could warm him up, feeling sexy and desired, but the situation was slipping out of my hands, one thing is a small oversight and another is being open-legged in front of an unknown man within 50 centimeters, and that had its consequences.
At that time of uncertainty where seconds seemed like minutes, Julian not only enjoyed his achievement with a slobbery face, but also interpreted that he had carte blanche to continue his harassment since he had never done anything to cover me up and noticed that I knew he was showing my thong. I kept incredulous in front of this situation, I couldn't believe what I was doing in front of this man, then he didn't think of anything else but putting his hand on my leg and starting to caress it, very soft, with care, still cautious of my reaction. I froze, I was about to jump up and get out of there, but the desire to get another job and especially the growing heat that was already getting out of control, prevented me from doing so, all I could do was give a shudder and look at him, but he kept going, with his legs open, like an authentic slut, would he like to see me like this in front of my husband? I thought to myself, I didn't want it to go that far, I was asking for forgiveness in my thoughts for the I was about to let him, I was getting my hand on his whim!, His hand runs along my thigh from the knee to the cotton fabric of my thong and the beginning of my sex, again and again, he had me at his mercy, he sat up a bit and whispered with a perverted voice that I should be quiet, that if I behaved well the job would be mine. He didn't take long to attack my large breasts, unbuttoning my blouse and removing my bra, he gave me a lick wrapping his tongue around my right nipple, which made me whimper timidly, but enough for him to know I was horny and willing to please him, I was going to get it without any obstacle, I was going to get it from an unknown man for a job, while continuing to suck my nipples... I felt strange but horny, slowly, as I continued to give myself pleasure in my breasts, he lifted my skirt all the way up to my waist and delicately removed my thong, knowing he could take his time, having the situation totally under control. He started rubbing his fingers on my clitoris and the juices that were already emanating from my sex... When his tongue passed over my sex I was out of control, I didn't take long to cum, my whole body entered tension and exploded with pleasure. Opening my eyes I saw him standing in front of my face, his cock totally hard, which I grasped with lust and brought it to my mouth without thinking. He was giving me a blow job, putting it all the way in and taking it out again, slowly, recreating himself with tongue strokes on the glans, that's when Julian started articulating words again and told me he didn't expect me to be so slutty, so submissive, that he liked it for the position and I was hired... as long as these sessions kept repeating. At that moment I withdrew and told him not to overdo it, but he grabbed my head and told me to be quiet, to keep sucking. I obeyed but started to think again and a panic set in when... That I didn't have an escape, that very probably I would have the job I desired so much, but with the condemnation of having sex with a depraved person like him until he got tired. Of course I was going to tell my boyfriend and I knew it would give him a lot of morbo about that.
Before he came in me, he took out the cock from my mouth and I prepared to receive a good amount of cum on my face and mouth, swallowing all his cum. I remained quiet, pleased but hurt by what had happened, like it was possible that this morning I had gone out for a simple job interview and at the end I had ended up doing a tremendous blow job and being manhandled by a complete stranger.
I put on makeup and a bit daring and waited for the interview to pass without a hitch and be able to influence getting the job. I'm 24 years old. Today I chose for the occasion white thongs (suggested by my mischievous boyfriend) and a flesh-colored bra, a white blouse, a black skirt up to mid-thigh, no stockings since it was very hot, and shoes with a bit of heel, nothing out of this world but I got dressed up. When I was about to leave I looked in the mirror and saw myself sexy and that boosted my self-esteem, the slightly fitted blouse accentuated my breasts and waist while the skirt outlined my hips and bum. To be honest, I thought it was a bit short since I'm not used to wearing skirts and the height up to mid-thigh worried me, but my husband He told me I was perfect, gave me a kiss with tongue like the ones that make me feel good when saying goodbye and wishing me luck, knowing that seeing me dressed for an interview would provoke more than one of his sexual fantasies. When I got into the car, I noticed my skirt was rising precariously.
When I arrived at the company, a well-dressed man in his mid-40s, taller than me, neither ugly nor handsome, but rather average, with slightly gray hair, beard, clear eyes, and a few extra pounds, introduced himself as Julián. He invited me to go into a room near reception, taking a good look at my legs first. Since my boyfriend had told me those things beforehand, I was paying attention to where my host's gaze was directed, which meant the facade operation had been a success.
The office was large, with bookshelves around, an enormous meeting table, and in the back, a small reading area with armchairs and a small center table. I was about to put my things on the meeting table when suspiciously Julián directed me to the armchairs at the back, saying that just beside there's a window that looks out onto a patio where workers take breaks to get some fresh air and natural light would enter. But I quickly realized that decision wasn't being made for the light, since sitting down in front of me he had a perfect view of my legs, which I closed tightly as I sat down so he wouldn't see my thong, remembering my dilemma when I got into the car and my skirt rose. My husband 'hit it', this man was trying to take advantage of my outfit to recreate the view, I had to be very alert or I'd show more than I wanted, since I wasn't ready to show him my underwear and didn't want to think about 'provoking' some carelessness.
I couldn't stop looking at my legs and I started feeling a mix of sensations: rage, disgust, fear, and still not understanding, a ... Growing morbo, my husband's neglect came back to haunt me. When I thought about the things he says to me about exposing myself, I wondered what he would say in this compromising situation? I'm sure with how perverted he is, he'd give his approval for me to warm up this gentleman and that's when I started getting turned on inside. I had someone in front of me who was key to improving my personal situation and all they were doing was sending me signals that they wanted meat.
The interview starts with everyday questions, where I live, my personal situation, studies, etc., while without much subtlety, Julian would lower his gaze to see if I made any movement and could see me under the skirt. I didn't know whether to cross my legs or not, since the armchair wasn't helping and my skirt could lift up from underneath. I was more worried about showing my intimacy than the actual interview, which my interlocutor noticed.
Then, while explaining what his company did, its history, products, he would point out photos and samples around the office, looking for me to make a gesture with my legs that he was eager for to happen. I just thought about squeezing them tighter.
The interview continued, now focusing more on my professional experience and studies, where I unleashed all my artillery, Julian nodded in approval but in his gestures, I noticed it wasn't anything he had heard before, which demoralized me, but I wasn't going to give up, so I exposed all my knowledge of languages and at one point, he asked if he could see the English diploma, which being foresightful, I already had in my folder, which was still on my lap to help cover myself. In that moment when I opened it to show him the document, between tension, nerves, the compromising situation with my skirt and the pages not well put away by the flaps, they fell onto the I usually get several of them on the left side, and when I realized it, I made an instinctive quick gesture to avoid them from falling, which was absurd, but all I managed to do is have my body arch towards that side and as a result of that movement, my legs opened more than I wanted, giving him a perfect view of my white thong on Julian. Finally, I had succeeded, he had already seen my thong, obviously not losing any detail of the spectacle, the very pig, and quickly got up with the supposed intention of helping me, but nothing was further from reality, all he wanted was to bend down in front of me to see more closely my most intimate garment.
I was getting into heat seeing how I could warm him up, feeling sexy and desired, but the situation was slipping out of my hands, one thing is a small oversight and another is being open-legged in front of an unknown man within 50 centimeters, and that had its consequences.
At that time of uncertainty where seconds seemed like minutes, Julian not only enjoyed his achievement with a slobbery face, but also interpreted that he had carte blanche to continue his harassment since he had never done anything to cover me up and noticed that I knew he was showing my thong. I kept incredulous in front of this situation, I couldn't believe what I was doing in front of this man, then he didn't think of anything else but putting his hand on my leg and starting to caress it, very soft, with care, still cautious of my reaction. I froze, I was about to jump up and get out of there, but the desire to get another job and especially the growing heat that was already getting out of control, prevented me from doing so, all I could do was give a shudder and look at him, but he kept going, with his legs open, like an authentic slut, would he like to see me like this in front of my husband? I thought to myself, I didn't want it to go that far, I was asking for forgiveness in my thoughts for the I was about to let him, I was getting my hand on his whim!, His hand runs along my thigh from the knee to the cotton fabric of my thong and the beginning of my sex, again and again, he had me at his mercy, he sat up a bit and whispered with a perverted voice that I should be quiet, that if I behaved well the job would be mine. He didn't take long to attack my large breasts, unbuttoning my blouse and removing my bra, he gave me a lick wrapping his tongue around my right nipple, which made me whimper timidly, but enough for him to know I was horny and willing to please him, I was going to get it without any obstacle, I was going to get it from an unknown man for a job, while continuing to suck my nipples... I felt strange but horny, slowly, as I continued to give myself pleasure in my breasts, he lifted my skirt all the way up to my waist and delicately removed my thong, knowing he could take his time, having the situation totally under control. He started rubbing his fingers on my clitoris and the juices that were already emanating from my sex... When his tongue passed over my sex I was out of control, I didn't take long to cum, my whole body entered tension and exploded with pleasure. Opening my eyes I saw him standing in front of my face, his cock totally hard, which I grasped with lust and brought it to my mouth without thinking. He was giving me a blow job, putting it all the way in and taking it out again, slowly, recreating himself with tongue strokes on the glans, that's when Julian started articulating words again and told me he didn't expect me to be so slutty, so submissive, that he liked it for the position and I was hired... as long as these sessions kept repeating. At that moment I withdrew and told him not to overdo it, but he grabbed my head and told me to be quiet, to keep sucking. I obeyed but started to think again and a panic set in when... That I didn't have an escape, that very probably I would have the job I desired so much, but with the condemnation of having sex with a depraved person like him until he got tired. Of course I was going to tell my boyfriend and I knew it would give him a lot of morbo about that.
Before he came in me, he took out the cock from my mouth and I prepared to receive a good amount of cum on my face and mouth, swallowing all his cum. I remained quiet, pleased but hurt by what had happened, like it was possible that this morning I had gone out for a simple job interview and at the end I had ended up doing a tremendous blow job and being manhandled by a complete stranger.
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