The job ad read, "Luncheon hostess, part time, excellent benefits. Must be young and attractive". When I got to the address indicated for my interview, I still wasn't certain what a luncheon hostess did, but it certainly sounded like something worth checking out.
The suite of offices was plush, and the man who interviewed me made it clear that the job was mine if I wanted it badly enough.
"What does that mean?" I asked, suspecting that I knew the answer, but not completely certain if I was reading him right.
I was.
He simply shrugged and drawled, "Now I reckon you ought to be able to figure that out, sugar. Right?"
I had to grin. Of course I could figure it out. He was a big, heavy man who looked uncomfortable in a business suit. I think he was from Texas, and that he, and the company, had plenty of money was obvious.
But I still didn't know what the job entailed. Evidently that could wait; right now, it was evident that he was expecting something more from me than just talk.
All right, what the hell. He'd get what he was looking for. Taking a chance that my hunch about his accent was right, I began to speak.
"I hear that Texas women are something else. Is that right?"
"Damn right, sugar. Damn right."
I was sitting on the edge of the desk now, leaning forward so that my tits were almost completely visible to him. His face began to get a little bit red.
"We're not so bad out here, you know."
"That a fact, sugar?"
"That's a fact."
I was close enough now that he could catch my perfume, and I knew that this was exactly what he wanted to happen.
"Texas women give the best head in the world," he announced, looking me straight in the eye to see how I would react to his bluntness.
"Is that, a fact?"
"That's right, sugar, that's a fact."
I walked around the desk and dropped to my knees. Obviously I had to prove that I could give head as good as his Texas girls if I wanted the job.
I began to unbutton my blouse. In the back of my mind I was aware of an unusual sound; a sort of hissing or whirring. But I didn't pay any attention to it.
When my upper body was naked I could tell that he liked what he saw. I started to take off my skirt, but decided against it, figuring I might as well save something for later.
"Why don't we just take a look at what you've got beneath those pants, Mr. Hoffheinz. Maybe I can change your attitude about women out here."
"I doubt it, sugar, but you're sure welcome to try."
It was a challenge, pure and simple. And I was completely confident that I could pull it off.
To start with, his cock was limp. And long. So long, in fact, that the thought of what it would be like when it was hard was almost enough to make me change my mind about being able to so this successfully.
I needn't have worried. I did just fine.
First I rubbed it lightly between two fingers, playing with it gently while the first rush of blood caused it to stiffen slightly.
Then I bent over it and kissed it, moving my lips like butterflies all over the length of his meat.
"That's good, sugar, real good."
"It'll get better."
It grew in my hands, getting larger and larger until it was so big all I could think about was a giant horse's cock I had seen one time. I know it wasn't really that bit but it certainly seemed that way.
I began to lick it, getting it wet all over with my tongue while my fingers played with his dangling balls.
"Think you can handle it, sugar?"
"I don't know," I said, feeding his ego. "You can sure tell you're from Texas."
He laughed loudly at that, but I knew that I couldn't stall much longer; I wanted to get his meat in my mouth.
I paused at the top, looking at the broad expanse of tightly pulled skin that covered his cockhead.
My tongue darted out, shooting into the slit at the end of his cock. Then, taking a deep breath, I spread my lips and began to go down.
For a long moment I struggled, trying to get his cockhead past my lips without biting him. It wasn't easy, but I did it.
Already my mouth felt completely full.
"Come on, sugar, show me what you can do." I began to push down, feeling his hard rod slide through my mouth and into my throat. For a moment I thought I was going to gag, but then I got control of myself by breathing through my nose.
I was beginning to feel more confident about things and more turned on as well.
His cock was amazing!
I realized now that Howard's cock really wasn't all that big. It was just that on our honeymoon I had never seen another man's cock, so I didn't have anything to compare it to.
This was different.
By any standards, the cock in my mouth was huge. Yet I knew that I was going to be able to take it all; don't ask me how, I just knew it.
"Good, sugar, real good. Keep suckin' ole Roy." Finally, unbelievably, I felt my lips pressing firmly against the short, wiry hairs of his crotch.
I had done it!
From that point on I was in control. First I moved up and down, sliding over the length of his rod, feeling it move inside me. He didn't do anything at first, but after a few moments he began to shove into my mouth, plunging his prick deeper and deeper into my body.
It didn't matter. I could take it all.
"Damn, sugar. That's a fine mouth you got there! Damn fine."
He didn't know the half of it.
Now I began to swirl my tongue around his meat, spiraling it so that each thrust brought new, powerful sensations to his cock.
"Yeah, sugar, that's it. That's good!"
He was ecstatic now, and I knew that I was making him forget all about Texas girls.
Swirling and flicking my tongue at will, I had him reduced to moans and groans in a matter of a few seconds. His hands were all over my tits, fondling them and feeling my hard, sensitive nipples.
Suddenly I had an idea.
I could feel his cock beginning to spasm and I knew that he was going to come before too much more time had passed. I had to make my decision.
A second later I pulled my mouth off his wet, slimy cock and slammed it between my tits before he had a chance to figure out what was happening.
Then, using my hands to press from the outside, I squeezed his cock between my tits and began to ride up and down, forcing his cock to fuck me between my tits.
"Damn, girl. Yeah, that's fine. Fine!"
He groaned and began to thrust wildly, while both of us watched his long, purple wand flashing in and out of my tits.
It began to throb.
"Come on, Roy. Let me see you come!" I gasped, suddenly wanting desperately to see and feel his cock explode.
I didn't have long to wait.
He thrust two more times, and then it happened. His cock began to shudder and pulse, then suddenly it exploded.
Hot sizzling cum was everywhere.
I couldn't believe how much jism he poured onto me, splattering my neck and face until I was practically blinded by it all. My entire body became a squishy, slimy mess as again and again ho squirted his juice onto me.
Finally he was finished.
Through glazed eyes he looked down at me. I knew the job was mine. And I knew that for the moment at least, he wasn't thinking about Texas.
"You what?" Howard practically growled.
"You heard me. I got a job."
"What the hell for? Jesus Christ, we've got everything we could…"
"I'm bored, Howard."
"Shit."
"You're very articulate."
"What kind of a job is it?"
"I'm a luncheon hostess," I explained. "What the fuck's that?"
"I don't know."
"Shit."
I went to bed. Ten minutes later Howard followed me, and I could tell from the expression on his face that he was still spoiling for a fight. I really didn't care, but there was no way I could escape it so I resigned myself to it.
It wasn't the kind of fight I expected.
Howard stood at the end of the bed glaring at me. I didn't say anything, but sat up with my back against the pillows wearing a flannel nightgown.
"So you're bored?"
"That's right."
"Your favorite word again."
He took off his shirt, then his trousers. I was surprised to see that his cock was fully erect.
"My my, you don't look bored now."
"I'm about ready to bore a hole right through your cunt."
"Oooohhhh. I'm scared…"
Now he was naked, and his erection was a truly angry one. He started to climb into bed.
"Howard, not tonight."
"Fuck you."
"He's learned a new expression."
I couldn't believe I was being such a bitch, and neither could he. For a long time he just stared at me from the other end of the bed, his eyes reflecting his rage.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Three or four cocks. I lost count."
"Goddamn it!"
He lost control. In two seconds he was all over me, dragging me up from beneath the covers and positioning me on top of the bed.
"What're you gonna do?" I asked, feigning terror. In actuality I really was a little uneasy with ail this; he seemed like he wasn't certain himself what he was going to do.
"Is this going to be a fate worse than death?" I sneered, goading him to further action.
"Jesus Christ."
He grabbed my nightgown and ripped it down the front, exposing my tits and cunt.
"That's very childish."
"Shut up."
"Whatever you say."
It was strange to see how his rage was being transformed into sexual excitement, but his cock was a visible measure of how this was happening.
He ripped the gown again. This time it split all the way down and I was completely naked.
"Crude, but effective."
"I don't know you."
"Then fucking me ought to be that much more fun, shouldn't it."
"Shut up!" he yelled, slapping me solidly on the cheek. For some strange reason that I didn't understand at the time, I liked it.
"Come on, Howard, fuck me. Just wake me up when you're finished."
I held my cunt open with both hands, gesturing for him to put his cock in it.
With a growl he lunged forward, mashing his cock deep into my pussy with a single wild thrust.
I lay motionless.
He began to fuck me with as wild a series of motions I had ever imagined, but somehow I managed to do nothing. It was strange to be totally passive like this, and even though he was hurting me I still remained perfectly still.
"Do something, bitch!"
I yawned.
He slapped me again, this time harder, I could feel a hot flush mounting my cheek, and I could tell that he was getting incredibly turned on by this whole macho exhibition.
Then something started happening inside me that I couldn't really understand. Since I'd already had such a busy day, it had never occurred to me that I might get turned on by Howard, of all people.
But it was happening.
My cunt was beginning to tremble as his thrusts became more and more powerful. No matter how much I tried to freeze my mind and body, I couldn't help but feel a growing excitement deep inside my body.
Howard broke into a grin as he felt me coming to life beneath me.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Fuck you."
"You like being slapped around a little. Christ, you're incredible."
"Just fuck me, you prick."
He grinned and jammed into me so hard that I couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Owwwww!"
"Shut up, you love it."
I shut up. No matter how much I wanted to keep my body passive, I just couldn't seem to do it. Completely against my will, I started grinding up against him, shoving my cunt against his rod as it continually imbedded itself in my clit.
"You're gonna come, aren't you bitch?"
"Shut up."
His grin became wider and wider. Now he was totally out of control, and so was I. My hands were around his shoulders, clawing madly at his back, while he held my head in place by grabbing my hair.
"It won't be long now, bitch. Not long at all." He was going to come. No! Not yet… I wasn't ready for him.
It didn't make any difference. Even as my mind was reacting to the fact that he was about to come.
I knew that there was no way I was going to explode tonight.
Howard wouldn't let it happen.
"I'm gonna come, bitch. Right now."
At that moment he jerked his cock from my cunt, grabbed it in his hands, and shot off all over me.
I could do nothing.
Lying there I felt his hot cum splatter all over my body. His load was incredible for him; almost as much as Mr. Hoffheinz had shot onto me earlier in the afternoon.
Then he was finished.
For a long time he lay heavily on top of me, and then he was asleep.
Silently I slipped out from under him. On my side of the bed I lay awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling and thinking.
What was happening to me?
I couldn't quite figure it out, but I did know that I had baited Howard so badly because I wanted to; and that more than that I had wanted him to be rough with me, slap me around, even hurt me a little.
Was I feeling guilty?
I had to admit that in the last few days I had changed quite a bit. First with the salesman, then with the two plumbers, and then with Mr. Hoffheinz. But I hadn't felt bad at the end of any of those encounters, and even when I got home I didn't exactly feel bad.
I just wanted Howard to fuck me.
And hurt me.
It was a long time before I drifted off to deep, but with sleep came relief from the problems that were floating around so forcefully within my mind.