I was so upset. I had no idea what to do. I was up all night talking with my husband. We were desperately trying to think of a way for us to get the bank to work with us.
Just two months ago, my husband had a great job downtown in the big city and I was working at one of the major insurance companies in the neighboring towns. Unfortunately, a recession hit and my husband lost his job completely and I was outsourced.
After months of looking, I finally got an interview with a large company. I was very excited because the salary would be three times what I was making at my last job, meaning my husband could take a job, making a little less if need be.
I got ready for the interview and decided, in case it was a man, there was no harm dressing a little provocative. I wore my white blouse with a deep, but respectable amount of cleavage showing, black skirt, and seamed nylons with black heels. I also wore my hair up in a French twist, again respectable but sexy.
Being a curvy BBW, with an ample bosom, I figured showing off some cleavage couldn’t hurt. Imagine my surprise when the interviewer was a woman! I figured she would see right through me and dismiss me immediately.
She was very pleasant instead. She was tall, very tall, in fact I’d say she was 6′ at least. She had short, cropped red hair and dark red glasses that she wore on the end of her nose, as if she was judging you, but still, as I say, pleasant. She was also quite muscular for a woman. She seemed very fit. Like she may have, at one time, been a female bodybuilder, but kept up her shape. I have to say, I was slightly aroused, but kept my mind on the business at hand.
We discussed my previous work experience, situations where I had difficult people to deal with, investigations I had to do into claimants. Overall, she seemed pleased, but I did notice she kept having to readjust her seating position and more than a couple times she dropped things and asked if I’d pick them up.
Had my interview been with a man at the time, I would have thought he was putting the moves on me, but being naive, I thought nothing of it.
A few days later, we were thrilled to get the call that I had gotten the job! I was to meet up with Susan, the woman I interviewed with, at 8am Monday morning. I got to the office at 7am because I was so excited.
Susan was in her cubicle and waved me over. I sat down and before I could thank her for the wonderful opportunity to work there, she came around her desk and got right next to my face. “When we are alone in the office you will address me in a certain way if you want this job. Do you want this job, dear?”
I was mostly dumbfounded. I shook my head up and down reverently. “Very good. You will address me as your Mistress or ma’am. Do you understand? Otherwise, I revoke the offer of employment, under the guise of something else of course. Say you understand.” I replied, “I understand.”
Since I answered incorrectly however, she felt it was time for my first lesson. “I understand… WHO!??” Whap!! I felt the hard sting of her hand on my face. I wanted to cry so bad! I held it in. Although it hurt, it strangely felt exciting.
While I was tempted to defy her, I felt starting my first day with a large red bruise on my cheek would be bad. Instead I answered “I understand, Mistress” She replied to this gently. “Very well, my pet. You have done much better. Now go and find your desk and go about your day. You will report back to me at lunch. Do you understand? ” “Yes ma’am”
I hurried to my new desk and began to set up my area. I started my orientation, met my fellow workers, but before I was alone with anyone, I received a phone call at my desk. “I need you in my office. Immediately!” I was terrified. Surely, I wasn’t fired, I hadn’t been there long enough. I knocked and entered.
“Yes ma’am? Is there something I can do for you?” “These employment papers you turned in aren’t in the proper order! Please put them in the correct order now.” “Oh! I’m so sorry. Yes ma’am! Right away!” As I went to take the papers to the other side of her desk, she held me there with her hands firmly on my hips. “You will do this standing right here!” I thought that odd, but I started to arrange the papers, and then I felt a hand going up the inside of one leg!
I was shocked! Just as I was about to bolt, she held me firmly in place with her other hand. “Stay right where you are, you naughty girl! And do as you’re told!” I was extremely nervous and at the same time totally aroused.
She traced her hand all the way up the inside of my leg, up my thigh, until she got to my pussy. Now, truth be told, I was soaked! That’s how turned on I was, but I didn’t know if I was going to be in trouble for it.
“You’re wet. Is that because you’re a slut?” Without thinking I answered, “Yes ma’am, I’m a slut. I’m your slut.” “Very good.” She said and stuck one finger inside my panties. “Cum, slut… cum right now!” And I came! Hard! Just from that small amount of affection. At the time I answered her, “Yes! Ma’am!!”
“You made a mess, slut. Clean it up.” I quickly got down and began to look for a cloth or napkins. She wrenched me up by my hair! “Did I say you could use paper?” “No ma’am…” “With your tongue, slut! NOW!” I looked at the cum and piss on the floor and her legs and shoes but fearing punishment, I quickly started to lap up my mess.
I started with the floor. It tasted like sweet and salty both together. It wasn’t as bad as I thought so I worked harder. Making sucking noises while I worked.
When I got to her legs, I took my time. I went slow. I took long, deep licks enjoying every taste, looking up at her while I did. At first, her eyes were just closed, then I heard her start to moan.
Then I felt her hand on the back of my head guiding me, holding me where she wanted and moving me where she needed. Next, I saw her other hand slip under her skirt. She pushed her panties aside and began fingering her clit.
For a moment, I forgot all about licking and sucking her legs just looking at her amazing cunt. It was wet and glistening and she worked it like a pro. Then I heard her, in a raspy voice tell me to kneel. So, I knelt right in front of her, her fingers never leaving her hot, beautiful cunt.
Then, all at once, her other hand was behind my head and she had my face in her pussy! “now” she begged “suck my pussy!” I put my face inside and it was like I’d done this my whole life.
My nose was buried in her pussy and my tongue was taking long deep laps and my lips were right where her clit was, sucking it for all I was worth. Once I had a rhythm going, I was an old hat! I was sucking her clit fingering her cunt and working my way inside. I was in.
I started to tongue FUCK her fast and deep. I could hear her moaning. I kept going faster and harder. She grabbed my head and moved it in and out until she couldn’t take it! She pulled me out with such force I thought for sure I screwed up.
The next thing I knew, she had me up by her face. My wet, hot, cunt was rubbing against hers. We were moving in a deep, passionate rhythm. Faster, harder, moaning together, until we both climaxed loudly and I collapsed on top of her.
“You will come to my office every other day. You will please me like this and your loan will be made current. Do you understand, my beautiful slut?” I nodded and she grabbed my throat. “Answer me!” “Yes ma’am!” I said shaking the lust from my mind.
“Now go home and tell that husband of yours, your my plaything and that you will be coming here when I call.”
I didn’t hesitate. I quickly responded, “YES, ma’am!” “Good. You may gather your things and go” I quickly gathered my clothes, went to the little girls room, got dressed and went home to my hubby. What a story I would have for him.