The Job Interview

Walking back to the office for the first time in three weeks, Claire headed directly to the floor she has never been to. She took a last look at her own reflection from the elevator's door, making sure that she hasn't missed anything. Her straight shoulder-length blonde hair down, long eye lashes over her bright and big blue eyes, light make up on her beautiful sweet face, gray lady suit with tight pencil skirt over a white collar shirt showing off her 36D breasts and perfect body curve, dark stockings and creamy white three-inch heels showing off her perfectly toned legs.

"It'll be alright," Claire reassured herself. Her finger tips playing with the shiny brand new diamond ring on her finger. She's nervous. After all, it's her interview with the billionaire owner of the company for a big promotion. She closed her eyes, took a deep breathe, thinking back to body massage her husband gave her earlier in the morning and the five-minute love-making afterwards. She can still feel his cum inside her womb. She smiled for a second, feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Welcome back to from your honeymoon, Claire," said Jason, her manager who was already standing at the elevator door when it opens at the top floor. He's the one who put Claire up for this promotion. "Are you ready for your promotion interview?"

"Yes I am, I'm ready ..." Claire replied with a nervous smile on her face, not sure what else to say, she continued with her classy British accent, "... thank you for this opportunity, Jason."

"You deserve it, Claire," Jason said while gesturing to the door with a grin on his face, "follow me, the boss is waiting for you."

The floor was empty and hallow, and the echo of Claire's high heels clicking was loud and clear when she walked with Jason towards the room in front of them. Inside, a few sheets of documents lied on an empty desk with a pen next to it. "Sign here, here, and here please Claire."

Claire quickly signed the documents, and then raised her arms up in front of Jason. Click, click - Jason locked Claire's wrists together with a pair of golden handcuffs before walking out of the room "Good luck with the interview, Claire."

Claire then stood in the room and waited in silence. She reassured herself that this was the right decision. After all, she has been debating about this since she started planning on her wedding. She knew what was coming. The boss has a special taste - he loves married women, young and newly married ones. The terms are clear - promotion to the head of any business unit of choice, which means at least $1 million annual pay, in exchange of one day of "sexual slavery" every week.

And Claire knows what "sexual slavery" means. It's written in the contract she just signed. It means doing anything she can to please the boss. More importantly, it means letting the boss does anything he pleases to her body. And she knows, the boss loves sadistic sex.

"Come on in, Claire," the door opened behind her and Claire nervously walked in. The golden handcuffs on her wrists making noises. The noise that the boss has been expecting for a long time. Inside, the boss's sitting on a leather couch looking at a big screen - the screen shows the view of the entire waiting room where Claire was waiting and pacing.

"I've been watching you, Claire," the boss says with his legs spread, a blonde women in a business suit moving her head up and down, sucking the boss's rock hard cock, "I must say you're perfect for the job. Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir ..." Claire tried to keep her calm as her heart beat speeds up, "... yes, sir. I'm all yours."

"Call me Chris," the boss replied, simultaneously padding the blonde woman's head between his legs, "alright you're done Brittany, Claire will take over from here." The blonde woman stood up, starred at Claire for a second and walked out as if it was usual business. That was Brittany Simpson, Claire recognized the youngest business unit head of the company.

"Now show me what you've got," Claire walked towards Chris, kneed down and ready to suck, but Chris stopped her by lifting her chin up, her beautiful blue eyes looking at Chris with a bit of nervousness. Chris guided her hand to his dick, sliding it up and down, "why don't we start with some introduction first, my dear?"

"My name is Claire Robinson, I'm 28, from London ..."
"Shhhh ... Robinson?"
"Oh I'm sorry ... Watson, Claire Watson ..."
"Ms. Watson?"
"No sir, Mrs. Watson ..."

"Call me Chris. Now how long have you been married, Mrs. Watson?"
"3 weeks ... Chris, 3 weeks ..."
"And how in love are you with your newly wedded husband, Claire?"

"Madly, madly in love ..."
"Then look at me, Claire, why are you coming to this interview?"
"Because ... because ..."

Claire hesitated. Then all of a sudden Chris grabbed her by her hair, and slapped her, backhanded, across her face. Unexpected, Claire lost her balance and fell to the floor.

"Tell me, Claire! Tell me now!" Chris picked her up from the ground, and guided her hand again to continue to stoke his cock.

"Because ... because I'm a cheap whore who's selling my body for money ..." Claire uttered while Chris grabbed her head and guided her mouth towards his cock. She opened her mouth and accepted the 9-inch monster in. It was larger and thicker than her husband's, and Claire was grasping for air every time she moved her head back.

But Chris had other ideas. He pushed his cocked all the way down Claire's throat, and held the back of her head with his palm to locked it in position. "eemmmmm ... hemmmmmmmm ... HEMMMMMMMM ..." Claire started gagging within seconds. Soon Claire started struggling. Her arms swinging up and down with the golden handcuffs. And Chris couldn't help but let out a moan as Claire's tongue kept moving on his penis.

Nothing turns Chris on more than exerting control over a young and beautiful newly wedded woman, who betrays her husband at the peak of their love, voluntarily degrading herself to a piece of fuck meat in exchange for money and power. Especially these business women, properly dressed up in suits and heels, looking professional from the outside but cheap and dirty once pulled into office.

Chris's cock is harder than ever now. He let go of Claire, and without giving her time to catch a breathe, he picked her up and threw her onto the large bed inside, face down. "Tell me Claire, how often did you have sex with your husband during your honeymoon?" Chris asked as he ripped the classy gray pencil skirt off Claire.

"Everyday ... we had sex everyday ..." Claire mumbled with her face on the pillow, still trying to catch your breathe.

"How was he, Claire?" Chris asked, now ripping off Claire's stockings into pieces.

"He was ... gentle, and loving ..." Claire's voice now shaking a bit, thinking back to the loving-making with her husband while Chris strips himself naked behind her.

"How can he not be, to such a beautiful young woman?" Chris grabbed one of Claire's boobs from behind with one hand, and started whispering behind her ear, "but guess what, there's no need for me to gentle and loving, because you're my sex slave now!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..." Claire let out a scream as Chris stuffed his rock hard penis into her anus, completely dry and unlubricated. "AHHHHHHHH ... AHHHHH ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..." she continued to scream as Chris frantically pumped his cock in and out of her anus.

"God this is one fucking tight ass ... fuck ... yes ... OH YEAH ..." pumping harder, Chris started squeezing Claire's boobs with both hands from behind, at the same time kissing and licking her neck and ears.

"Oh god this is so tight ... your husband's never fucked you in the ass before???" pumping harder and harder, Chris started feeling Claire's anus lubricating itself with blood.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ... NE-NE-NEVER ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ..." Claire's screaming on the top of her lung now as she felt massive pain in her stretched anus. Chris's cock is so huge and she felt like her anus is being torn apart.

Chris pushed his body down, directly on top of Claire's. He's losing his mind now as immense pleasure rushed to his manhood. His eye sight is now resting on the giant wedding ring on Claire's finger. It's shining at him, right on Claire's tightly gripped fist. She's another man's woman, and she's selling herself behind her husband to let another man mount her sexy ass for pleasure. Another man's beautiful wife is his cheap piece of tasty fuck meat. His toy. His slave.

And that thought drove Chris to the edge. He has to make Claire his. He grabbed the keys and unlocked the handcuffs. Then he pulled his cock out from her wounded anus, turned her around, and started ripping everything off her body - her suit, her shirts, her ripped stockings, and her heels, leaving her only with her wedding ring on.

All of a sudden, the properly dressed beautiful married woman is shamelessly in front of her boss. Tears rolling down her beautiful face after being brutally fucked in her mouth and ass. Chris paused for a moment to admire her body. So fresh, so smooth, so tender, and so beautiful. He started kissing and licking her body from her face to her boobs, her boobs to her thighs, her thighs to her feet, and then all the way back up.

Then without warning, he slammed his shit-coated cock into Claire's pussy, tight and wet! "Oh shit, you're turned on?!"

Being the sadist he is, Chris never needed his sex slaves to enjoy the sex. But now, Claire all of a sudden wrapped her arms and legs around him and started fucking back. "Oh yeah, Chris, fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck me like a cheap piece of fuck mean! AHHHHHH!"

A shameless married slut! Her pussy wall squeezing, milking his cock deep inside her pussy where her husband shot his cum in just earlier in the morning. She wanted it - his cum in her womb reminds her that she's married, and that she's offering herself to her boss who was devour her.

As Chris kept pumping in her pussy, she started feeling an immense wave of pleasure she's never felt. She loves her husband, but he's so boring in bed! She's hardly had an orgasm with him since the first few months they started dating. She needed more!

Then she heard from her boss the "interview" process. She watched the tape. She saw those other married women throwing themselves at the billionaire boss, she saw the pain on their faces, and then eventually uncontrolled orgasms for some of them. It looked adventurous, dirty, and exciting!

Her pussy was already wetting itself the moment when Chris slapped her across her face. Then the gagging during the blow job made her feel like she's throwing herself all out for sex. Dirty, and exciting sex. And then the sharp pain when her anus was devoured, it felt like nothing's she's ever experienced before. Her pussy was dripping by the time her anus was bleeding - she was screaming, and loving every moment of it! She's a masochist!

And now she had no idea how long it's been since Chris's put his cock into her hungry vagina. His cock is hitting her G-spot with every thrust, and she's holding to his body tighter and tighter as her orgasm finally hit.

"OH YEAHHHHHH ... I'M CUMMING CHRIS ... I'M CUMMING ... OH YES ... OH YES ..."

Chris couldn't help himself either, his cock twitched a couple times and started shooting a huge load of warm cum into Claire's womb.

Claire kept holding onto Chris as his cock softens in her pussy. Chris collapsed on Claire's body. Both now breathing hard, sucking in air that smells like sweat, cum, and blood.

"Congratulations Claire. You are promoted. My secretary will put our next meeting on your calendar," Chris said while standing up.

But Claire held his hand and pulled him back, "Thanks Chris, but I think I'm ready to see the torture room now."