Savanah’s Internship Interview

My internship experience was invaluable. Though I can’t decide if I learned more seated, behind a desk and decently clothed or on nakedly cavorting on my boss’s bed. But this is about the latter, (if you wanted to read about the former, you’re reading the wrong blog).

When I saw the list of companies from my guidance counselor I knew which one I wanted. It would be a great highlight for my just starting career. My pussy hoped for more when I sat down for the interview. He was gorgeous and tall, tanned but not too dark and solidly built.

I wore a short dark dress that clung in the right places, underneath the dress was worthy of a Victoria’s Secret fashion spread. Hey I was nervous so I dressed to “appear” confident, BUT I didn’t expect my black thong would end up in my boss pocket – during the interview!

I thought my dress was a decent length when I checked the mirror, but apparently too short dress slipped up in the middle of the interview and he glanced down on my lap, I belatedly tugged down to cover the lacy tops of my black garter hose. Not soon enough. He looked at me and put a hand on mine to stop me from tugging down. I froze. I was thinking furiously if he was thinking I wore what I wore to get the internship. I was scared I’d be thrown out. I was scared this would get back to my school. His tone did not give away anything. He continued on his questions and my previously easy, confident manner changed to stammers as he started to lightly stroke my knee.

He stops speaking and my stammering babble trailed off. His hand slowly, confidently moves up my thigh, another hand pulls up my dress. I have no idea what to do. This is where the heaving bosoms also happen and did I mention that my bosom is impressive? My dress is already high up my legs. He stands up and sit on the coffee table across me, each hand grabs a knee, pulling my legs apart and pulling me forward with such force I had to grab the couch, and a hand slowly moves from my knee, up my inner thigh and a finger moves inside my thong and plunges straight and forcefully into my soaking pussy with so much force that I did nothing but gasp and I utter something between a moan and a squeak at the force of his hands. I was so overwhelmed with sensation I moaned, arched my back and slapped my legs together in all one movement. His hands move up my thighs to my thong and slides them off. He pockets the thongs as he standa up and steps away. My befuddled mind struggles to catch up and I fumble with my clothes.

He stands up in front of his desk, butt and hands resting on the edge of it. “I’ll give you a place on the internship program,” pauses, “and something else.” I was still woozy so I just stare back. “Let’s discuss the second aspect somewhere else and as this is the last thing on my calendar today I only need less than an hour to wrap up. Why don’t you go ahead and meet me, I’ll send the details to your phone.”

Taking this as a dismissal, I wobbly stand up, “Thank you for you time, Mr Jacobs.”

I spent the new few minutes leaving his office in a daze. As I left the building, I receive a text with a hotel name and the room number. It turned out to be a small, classy place and I had a feeling that he kept a long term arrangement with them. I was instructed to wait in the bar until I’m sent for.

Mr Bartender recommended a glass of house wine while I waited, which wasn’t long. Another text with the room number arrived after 30 minutes. I knocked and the door swung open to reveal Mr Jacobs holding a tumbler of dark amber liquid. He has already discarded his jacket and tie, leaving his white shirt open a couple of buttons down.

He gestured for me to come in and awkwardly, I stand in the middle of the room looking around. I hear the clink of a glass as he puts down the tumbler, he steps behind me and touches my neck, twists me so that I face a mirror. His fingers fumbles with my zipper and I feel the chilly breeze of the airconditioning and heat of his fingers as he unzips me. I am mesmerized, his hands are on my shoulders and he pulls my dress down my front, pushes the dress down my full breasts and down my hips. My dress is pooled down my feet and I’m standing in 3 inch stilletos, garter hose and a black lacy bra.

His hands rest on my waist as he takes in the sight. “The second aspect of the job is being my little slut, my weekend fuck toy.”

I watch as his hands move and my black lacy brassiere is pushed off and Mr Jacobs strokes and fondles my breasts. My breasts are so full that Mr Jacob’s hands do not completely cover them. I am still mesmerized. Mr Jacobs start to gently fondle them and I can’t help but moan. He gets rougher, his mouth starts to explore the side of my neck and his hands travels from my breasts to my stomach and further down until his hand once again explores my already sopping wet pussy. He abruptly steps back and I stagger, trembling.

From the mirror I see him pick up his drink and sits on the couch. Crooked his finger in a come here gesture and I comply, I walk towards him in my black garter hose and fuck-me-stillettos uncertainly. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants and brings out his erect 8-inch fat dick. I falter and impatiently he orders me on his knees in front of him. His hand grasps my head and forces his cock into my mouth. For balance I grab his thighs, my mouth lightly touches the tip of his cock. He lets go of my head and watches me as I hesitantly grasp his cock and take more of him into my mouth. I can’t resist, it’s thicker than my previous boyfriends’ dicks and I lick the lenght of his cock. He gasps and I slowly take in his whole length. He moans loudly as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Because of his size I blow him slowly, my slurping competes with his moans. I feel him tense up and he savagely pulls my head away. “I don’t want to come yet. Get up and go to the bed.” I sit at the edge and watch as he strips. No bulging muscles, but no flab either. He slips on a condom.

He approached me and grasps my knees and roughly pulls my legs apart. Hands travel up my legs and fingers dip into my sopping wet pussy. My initial resistance disappears as his fingers do magic on my wet cunt, his touch firm enough on my clit to make me moan loud and his fingers started to finger fuck me getting me closer and closer to a climax. I was squirming, my legs twisting and my hands holding onto the bedsheet grasping as my boss gets me off moaning loudly.

As I fell back on the bed, panting, trying to recover from the intense climax, I feel the tip of his cock on my stilll contracting pussy. Mr. Jacobs was not gentle, his cock stretched me as he shoved it into me. “oh god oh god oh god, ah fuck, Mr Jacobs gently please,” I beg. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans and enters me savegely, the pain had me pulling back. “Fuck,” as he pulls me back, grasps my kneeds and savagely enters me again, “aaaaaaahhh,” I moan as his cock stretches me. He was standing, his back arched and my new boss savagely fucked me. Fucked me for his pleasure. His thrusts are hard and fast. I was moaning, my back arched, my hands grasped the bedspread. He grabs my ankles and he lifts my legs to go over his shoulder and pushed down, which made the me moan even louder. This was for his pleasure. But his savage thrusting, his taking of me, was new to me. A man taking what he wants.
He pauses, I gasp, moving back from him and trying to prop myself up, he grabs my calves, leans into me almost folding me in half, a hand roughly fondling my breasts as he slowly thrusts. I feel more of him! I gasp in surprise at how much more full it is.

Mr Jacobs stands again without losing contact with my pussy. His hand from roughly fondling my breasts goes down to my clit, where I start losing it.

“Mr Jacobs, aaah, please, oh god, oh fuck”

“Your pussy’s so fuckin hot Savanah, come for me my little slut”

“oh fuck oh fuck Mr Jacobs, ahh aaah aaaah”, my hands were grasping at the bedspread, my head trashing, my legs trembling while Mr Jacobs furiously rubbing on my clit as he thrusts into me, making me come violently.

But he wasn’t done, here I was overwhelmed by all the sensations and Mr Jacobs’s hasn’t come yet.

He flips me over, grabs my hips and enters me savagely from behind, eliciting a small scream from me. My legs  “My little bitch is going to make me come!” Hard, fast thrusts, our moans and groans, Mr Jacobs leans forward wraps an arm around my chest and comes in me, “oh fuck, you hot little bitch”.

“Did I pass the interview, Mr Jacobs” I ask in a low trembling voice.

“You get an A, Savanah.”