My Interview with a fat man
I don't know if there is a word for it, I would think there probably is, I mean there is a word for every fucking kink, when it comes to fucking and knowing what it is that stirs your juices to make you want to ride some cock.
My kink or sexual aberration, is that what disgusts me, makes me fucking horny, when I imagine him actually getting what he wants, against my will. It's almost like a self loathing, I'm punishing myself by surrendering to his will, letting him dominate and have me, standing outside myself and witnessing and feeling the sheer pleasure he is having, it has to be more than a physical thing, there has to be a deeper connection, how else can my own orgasms be amplified because they're linked to his. When you think about it, how many women have said, "I don't know why I did it, I don't even like him"? What they don't say or admit to, was, how strong did they cum when they did.
I went for a summer job interview. It was for temping at a scrapyard, a dirty environment but because the owner was finding it hard to get a temp girl, and I was also finding it hard to get the sort of job I wanted, our paths collided. It was mid June, and I was already three weeks behind schedule, when I friend of mine suggested I give it a go, he was paying god money, and yes the environment was not great as was the portacabins that were meant to be office space, but it was only for five to six weeks and the extra money would cover my loss of three weeks and give me enough to party.
I knew of the owner, he was a grotesque grossly overweight man, rough and ready, and as my friend said, he had a healthy appetite for young girls, who were prostituting themselves down by the docks, his car was always cruising looking for pussy, so I felt confident when I answered his advert by phoning his office and listening to his wheezing on the other end of the line, and agreed to go over that very afternoon for an interview.
I went to McDonalds for a burger and went through the interview in my head, all the time admiring myself in the huge mirrors on the wall, he would like what he saw, and then the sex thing just kicked in, I started imagining him making indecent proposals, to which I could make more money, and saving him cruising costs and prostitutes, he could have me and I could bank the money.
By the time my burger was finished, I was a rich girl and my knickers were soaked, I had formulated a plan and was determined to get this job. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up before making my way to the yard on the outskirts of town.
I went into the yard and immediately the wolf whistles started, which made me smile and gave me confidence. I went into the portacabin that served as the office and was pleasantly surprised at how spacious and clean it was and that it had many machines and even a TV.
He sat behind a desk, and he was large and rotund, but now actually seeing him, he seemed not as grotesque as I mentally imagined him at first. When he spoke he sounded cultured and polite, nice actually, so that within minutes my plan started to unravel and my prospects disappear.
He did appear to like what he saw in me, physically, his eyes were running over me with rapidity, up and down and hopefully better than the girls he picked up when he went looking for sex. I handed him my resume, which was not great, as I was still only s*******n, and only showed my grades, but he did like the fact I was still in my teens, and my skirt was half way up my thighs, but my eyes were revulsed by his straining buttons on his shirt and his belly hung over his belt. I was into six packs, and his, if he had any, were buried under tons of lard.
"I really needed someone with more experience", he said, which sent my heart into a tailspin, my aspirations and need for money really hit hard as I realised I was not measuring up to what I thought would be a nod and wink, now it would need to be a nod and a wank. The shoe was on the other foot now and it was I who was desperate, and I stood up and went over to the desk and picked up my resume, and started to thank for for his time, and noted, his eyes were on my small breasts.
We froze, my hand was still on the table clutching my resume and he reached across and covered it with his big meaty hand, holding me there, his eyes burning through the cotton of my blouse, "We could come to some arrangement", he said, and I noted he was beginning to sweat profusely, as I pulled my hand away and stood straight up, making sure my small breasts were prominent in his eyesight.
"What arrangement", I replied, "I have a boyfriend", I babbled on, letting him know I knew it was sexual? "You could work at a reduced capacity and be more attentive to my needs", he suggested, just as if he were negotiating terms with a street hooker.
I was breathing heavily by now and my nipples were rock hard and showing through my blouse. Everything was racing in my head, did I have a job, and just fuck him daily, or was he asking for a blow job just now? "You want me to be your PA", I asked, my voice sounded thick, and my knees knocked as I felt my legs would give way.
He wrote numbers on the back my resume, it was money he was willing to pay, a basic weekly salary, and then numbers for services, and as he wrote, he spoke, blow-jobs, sexy undies, fucking, he knew his stuff, "Show me your tits".
"Huh", I gasped. "Show me your fucking titties", he reinterested, and I stood there pondering, and when my hand went to unbutton my blouse, he fumbled with his zipper on his pants.
I unbuttoned my blouse to show my bright pink lacy brassiere, and by that time he was out and wanking himself, his cock was huge, the biggest I had ever seen, "You like it", he asked me, knowing my eyes were telling him I did, "Bigger than your boyfriends", he queried again, as I lifted my brassiere and felt my small tits fall free for him to gaze at, he moaned and groaned, and suddenly a stream of semen shot out from the end of his cock and watched amazed and excited that I could make him cum so easily.
I pulled my brassiere back down and began buttoning up my blouse, when he asked for my panties. He had cum but was still playing with himself covered in cum. I raised my skirt and reached or the elastic of my knickers and pulled them down and stepped out of them, tossed them to him and he began cleaning himself. He tossed them back to me, "Put them on and pull them up really tight", he ordered. I did as he commanded, letting him see my pussy and how the semen soaked panties were deep into my open crotch, "Are you on the pill", he asked, tucking his massive cock back into his pants?
"No", I lied, "I'm still a virgin", I lied again.
He turned my resume paper around and pointed to the numbers, they were huge by my standards, and then he opened a drawer and took out a metal box, and counted out £150 pounds. "Can you start work tomorrow morning"?
I picked up the money as my eyes scanned the numbers, "Do you want sex everyday", I asked him, my fingers crossed he would say yes?
He just nodded and smiled, suddenly he undid his pants again, "Suck my cock", he asked, and I went around the desk and dropped to my knees, the heavily scent of chlorinated semen hit my nose and my nostrils flared until he filled my mouth with his cock and I sucked and bit down on it, I was a happy girlie doing what I liked best and finally getting paid, regardless of the body type, sex is sex and money is money.
My kink or sexual aberration, is that what disgusts me, makes me fucking horny, when I imagine him actually getting what he wants, against my will. It's almost like a self loathing, I'm punishing myself by surrendering to his will, letting him dominate and have me, standing outside myself and witnessing and feeling the sheer pleasure he is having, it has to be more than a physical thing, there has to be a deeper connection, how else can my own orgasms be amplified because they're linked to his. When you think about it, how many women have said, "I don't know why I did it, I don't even like him"? What they don't say or admit to, was, how strong did they cum when they did.
I went for a summer job interview. It was for temping at a scrapyard, a dirty environment but because the owner was finding it hard to get a temp girl, and I was also finding it hard to get the sort of job I wanted, our paths collided. It was mid June, and I was already three weeks behind schedule, when I friend of mine suggested I give it a go, he was paying god money, and yes the environment was not great as was the portacabins that were meant to be office space, but it was only for five to six weeks and the extra money would cover my loss of three weeks and give me enough to party.
I knew of the owner, he was a grotesque grossly overweight man, rough and ready, and as my friend said, he had a healthy appetite for young girls, who were prostituting themselves down by the docks, his car was always cruising looking for pussy, so I felt confident when I answered his advert by phoning his office and listening to his wheezing on the other end of the line, and agreed to go over that very afternoon for an interview.
I went to McDonalds for a burger and went through the interview in my head, all the time admiring myself in the huge mirrors on the wall, he would like what he saw, and then the sex thing just kicked in, I started imagining him making indecent proposals, to which I could make more money, and saving him cruising costs and prostitutes, he could have me and I could bank the money.
By the time my burger was finished, I was a rich girl and my knickers were soaked, I had formulated a plan and was determined to get this job. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up before making my way to the yard on the outskirts of town.
I went into the yard and immediately the wolf whistles started, which made me smile and gave me confidence. I went into the portacabin that served as the office and was pleasantly surprised at how spacious and clean it was and that it had many machines and even a TV.
He sat behind a desk, and he was large and rotund, but now actually seeing him, he seemed not as grotesque as I mentally imagined him at first. When he spoke he sounded cultured and polite, nice actually, so that within minutes my plan started to unravel and my prospects disappear.
He did appear to like what he saw in me, physically, his eyes were running over me with rapidity, up and down and hopefully better than the girls he picked up when he went looking for sex. I handed him my resume, which was not great, as I was still only s*******n, and only showed my grades, but he did like the fact I was still in my teens, and my skirt was half way up my thighs, but my eyes were revulsed by his straining buttons on his shirt and his belly hung over his belt. I was into six packs, and his, if he had any, were buried under tons of lard.
"I really needed someone with more experience", he said, which sent my heart into a tailspin, my aspirations and need for money really hit hard as I realised I was not measuring up to what I thought would be a nod and wink, now it would need to be a nod and a wank. The shoe was on the other foot now and it was I who was desperate, and I stood up and went over to the desk and picked up my resume, and started to thank for for his time, and noted, his eyes were on my small breasts.
We froze, my hand was still on the table clutching my resume and he reached across and covered it with his big meaty hand, holding me there, his eyes burning through the cotton of my blouse, "We could come to some arrangement", he said, and I noted he was beginning to sweat profusely, as I pulled my hand away and stood straight up, making sure my small breasts were prominent in his eyesight.
"What arrangement", I replied, "I have a boyfriend", I babbled on, letting him know I knew it was sexual? "You could work at a reduced capacity and be more attentive to my needs", he suggested, just as if he were negotiating terms with a street hooker.
I was breathing heavily by now and my nipples were rock hard and showing through my blouse. Everything was racing in my head, did I have a job, and just fuck him daily, or was he asking for a blow job just now? "You want me to be your PA", I asked, my voice sounded thick, and my knees knocked as I felt my legs would give way.
He wrote numbers on the back my resume, it was money he was willing to pay, a basic weekly salary, and then numbers for services, and as he wrote, he spoke, blow-jobs, sexy undies, fucking, he knew his stuff, "Show me your tits".
"Huh", I gasped. "Show me your fucking titties", he reinterested, and I stood there pondering, and when my hand went to unbutton my blouse, he fumbled with his zipper on his pants.
I unbuttoned my blouse to show my bright pink lacy brassiere, and by that time he was out and wanking himself, his cock was huge, the biggest I had ever seen, "You like it", he asked me, knowing my eyes were telling him I did, "Bigger than your boyfriends", he queried again, as I lifted my brassiere and felt my small tits fall free for him to gaze at, he moaned and groaned, and suddenly a stream of semen shot out from the end of his cock and watched amazed and excited that I could make him cum so easily.
I pulled my brassiere back down and began buttoning up my blouse, when he asked for my panties. He had cum but was still playing with himself covered in cum. I raised my skirt and reached or the elastic of my knickers and pulled them down and stepped out of them, tossed them to him and he began cleaning himself. He tossed them back to me, "Put them on and pull them up really tight", he ordered. I did as he commanded, letting him see my pussy and how the semen soaked panties were deep into my open crotch, "Are you on the pill", he asked, tucking his massive cock back into his pants?
"No", I lied, "I'm still a virgin", I lied again.
He turned my resume paper around and pointed to the numbers, they were huge by my standards, and then he opened a drawer and took out a metal box, and counted out £150 pounds. "Can you start work tomorrow morning"?
I picked up the money as my eyes scanned the numbers, "Do you want sex everyday", I asked him, my fingers crossed he would say yes?
He just nodded and smiled, suddenly he undid his pants again, "Suck my cock", he asked, and I went around the desk and dropped to my knees, the heavily scent of chlorinated semen hit my nose and my nostrils flared until he filled my mouth with his cock and I sucked and bit down on it, I was a happy girlie doing what I liked best and finally getting paid, regardless of the body type, sex is sex and money is money.
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