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1)The following piece of erotic literature is not intended for people under the legal age of their jurisdiction.
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Marcy the Housekeeper: Interview
After several years of wondering if I'd ever make it through things finally started going my way. I avoided taking advantage of the positive turn of events at first mostly because I didn't really believe things were finally going my way. That in itself turned out to be a good move, because it led to several financial windfalls in my favor. So, here I sit at twenty-eight with a lucrative book deal and talking to some friends about a little project to show off at some film festivals. Today in particular is fun for me though. I'm waiting to "interview" a prospective new "housekeeper". At least that's what I've told my parents and friends. Dad is clueless, but Cassie and Steve know the truth I'm pretty sure.
Anyway, I'm sitting in my home office waiting for Marcy to show up for her interview. I'm supposed to be finalizing script drafts to present to Cassie tomorrow, but I'm far too distracted to be productive with that. Instead I'm going over the several dozen e-mails and messenger logs I have from the last couple months. Just as I'm thinking about taking care of a little developing tension the doorbell rings. Smirking to myself I head for the front door without a second thought. Upon reaching the door I casually swing it open to find Marcy standing there nervously, medium sized travel bag held in front of her.
"Hello Marcy, you look lovely this afternoon," I say smiling with my best charm as I notice her trying to check me out without me noticing.
I can't honestly blame her, my current physical condition is one of the many things going right for me recently. Besides that I'm only wearing a skin hugging pair of boxer-briefs with a raging hard-on straining the front. As her eyes reach that point I see an instant blush creep across her cheeks.
"Thank you sir. I'm not late am I?" she replies quietly, eyes down-turned in submission, but also focused on the obvious bulge in my shorts.
"Nope, right on time," I comment, smiling and stepping just enough to create a narrow path into the hall ", come in, is this all your luggage?"
"Yes sir," she answers, pulling the bag closer to her midsection and not entirely avoiding sliding her hip across my bulge as she passes through the narrow space.
"Ok. If you'll have a seat in the living room we can start," I say closing the door and walking slowly behind her, enjoying the show that even her modest skirt creates as it hugs her tight little ass.
"If it's ok sir, I would like to use the ladies room first," She says, shifting her fingers around the handle of her bag.
"That's fine. I need to get something from my study, so I'll meet you back in the living room. Bathroom is just down the hall to the left," I reply, watching her head that way.
"Thank you, sir."
Smiling to myself I went into my office to find my notebook. Beyond helping me keep several prospectives straight in my mind it is also a great character reference for my writing. Slightly distracted I stood there looking over my notes and remembering some of the more productive interviews I'd had in the last couple weeks.
"Sir?" came Marcy's quiet shy voice from behind.
"Yes? I was just going over some ... " I stop as I turn around to find her much changed from how I last saw her.
"I thought the interview might go easier this way, is it ok?" she asks, one hand slowly trailing down from her neck over the open weave black mesh hiding nothing of her lovely breasts to her bare midsection.
My eyes continue down across the barely existent mini-skirt not doing much to hide a slight bulge to the tops of her fishnet stockings. A quick glance reveals a perfect hot pink pedicure wrapped in blood red open toe stilettos. Bringing my eyes back up along her body I notice the bulge in her skirt is slightly larger and she is now idly thumbing one of her nipples through the mesh of her top.
"I completely agree, and it's fine," I finally reply, stepping around my desk to pull out the chair there in an oddly gentlemanly gesture ", please, have a seat."
"Are you sure?," she replies giggling quite cutely and turning on her toes, revealing the very high cut back of her skirt which does nothing to hide the sable foxes tail emerging from between her firm shapely ass cheeks.
"Do you like it sir?" she asks after a few seconds of me staring, giving my a sexy little smile over her shoulder.
"Very much so my dear," I reply, leaning back against my desk, barely keeping myself from adjusting my cock in my shorts.
"Oh my, that looks much too uncomfortable. Can't have that, sir," she says, looking very concerned as she turns and is on her knees with my cock out in the open air before I can react at all.
"Showing initiative, very good," I comment, sounding calm despite the steady throb of my cock just a couple inches from her bright pink lipsticked lips.
"Would you like a sample of my work now, sir?" Marcy asks, looking up quite innocently with those baby blue eyes as if she's not talking about a very sexual act.
"Yes, I think that would be very enlightening," I say, barely managing to maintain a serious interviewer tone in my voice.
"Very well, sir," she responds in that quiet little voice just before sliding those wonderfully smooth bright pink coated lips around the pulsing red tip of my member.
Normally I would leaned back, closed my eyes, and just enjoyed the ride. Something in her eyes told me to keep watching though, so I did. I expected a slow build up with some light sucking and lots of licking. Instead I watched as with no apparent preparation this quite shy girl slowly but steadily took my entire length into her mouth until I felt her throat massaging around the head. At this point a low growl escaped my own throat, causing a shiver to run through Marcy's body. Glancing down, past those pink lips wrapped around the base of my cock and her stiff nipples sticking out of the form fitting mesh shirt, I see clearly a very stiff cute little cock sticking out from under that little mini-skirt. I smile, sliding my hands gently to the sides of Marcy's head, fingers laced through her hair around her ears.
"Marcy, I can see quite clearly that you enjoy your work. I need to test you on some specific job related tasks. Are you ready?" I ask, looking down into her eyes, which practically beg me to continue.
"I'll take that as yes," I say barely loosening my grip on her head just in case I'm wrong.
When she doesn't pull back I tighten my grip again, slowly pulling her back off my cock. The entire time she tries to hold onto it through shear force of suction, her perfectly manicured hands never leaving her thighs. Eventually I manage to reach a point where she only has the head of my cock between her lips.
"You really want it to stay there don't you?" I ask, smirking slightly as I look into her begging eyes and she nods.
I try to make a couple short quick thrusts to test her resolve, but almost end up shoving it down her throat she is sucking so hard. As the tip of my cock brushes the transition to her throat I feel her moan in disappointment. That's all it takes, I push the rest of the way in holding my cock deep in her throat for several seconds, watching those lovely blue eyes. The only thing I saw there was a wordless plea for more and more. For the next few minutes I alternated between holding my cock deep inside her and jackhammer fucking her mouth, never seeing a hint of asking for a break in those eyes. At one point there was a slight change that caught my attention, so I stopped cock buried completely in that warm talented throat, looking down into those eyes and smiling.
"Good little boys make such great little cocksucking whores," I said evenly, glancing down to watch her little cock.
Another shiver ran through Marcy's body. At the same moment I felt a trickle of precum drop onto my foot. I slowly raised my foot up until I was rubbing the precum into her hairless little balls.
"Did you think I'd forgotten my buddy Marc who gets all worked up watching his slutty sister act like a cheap whore?" I asked, smirking as each derogatory term is followed by a fresh squirt of precum.
A barely perceptible shake of the head tells me what I need to know. I continue to gently rub her cock with my foot as I slowly push her back off my cock. She's lost track of the last time she breathed, nearly a minute ago. As my cock slips from between those pretty pink lips I lightly smack her cheek, making her look up into my eyes.
"Breath dear," I say quietly.
"Ye.." She gasps ", Yes, sir."
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