Chapter 1
The tall, long-legged girl was confused, but she did what she was told and finished removing her bra and panties. Her high, firm tits stood out in front and her nipples grew hard and ready. She stood a little higher on one leg so that her magnificent, firm-cheeked ass tilted a little to one side, and from the back, the brush of her cunthair was clearly visible through the space where her legs met her ass. She was clearly having an effect on her interviewer for already his prick grew large within his pants. She looked at it and smiled, knowing that it was a good sign that, the job was hers.
"Very nice," the interviewer said, walking around her. "The Senator has very high standards but I know he'll like what I see."
"Then I get the job?" Candice Staunton asked, standing on tiptoe. Her slight giggling sent ripples ran through her fine boobs.
"Let me say, young lady, that you've passed part one of the preliminary interview with flying colors!" said the interviewer, not taking his eyes for a moment off her beautiful body.
"What's part two?" Candice asked, pursing her lips pertly. This interview was getting stranger by the minute. She had come in to apply for a job as a secretary to the famous Senator, but now she was not sure her friend had explained all of the duties that she was expected to fulfill.
"Rather than explain," said the interviewer, "let me show you." With that he began to unbuckle his pants. Candice grew curious at this but waited to see what would happen. She did not have long to wait. In a second the interviewer had his pants on the floor and was walking over to the expensive, well-padded leather couch in the corner of the room.
Candice took stock of him as he sat down. He was a tall, well-built young man of about twenty-eight. More than just well built, actually, she thought, as her eyes lowered from the sight of his well-muscled biceps bulging under the short-sleeved shirt to a cock that seemed to her to be the largest she had ever seen. More than just the length, for the cock had risen to astronomical heights as the interviewer eyed the young lady, but the width of the cock was astounding! Candice had long, thin fingers to match her shapely bronze legs, but it would have been a struggle for them to meet around the head of the huge, blood-gorged cock of the interviewer.
That was what was strange, she realized. Up until that moment the interviewer was businesslike, almost cold, in asking her his questions. Now his huge, beautiful cock was telling otherwise. She felt her pussy begin to drip. She realized what was coming. Suddenly everything in her went limp. Now it all made sense—her friends' allusions to "extra duties" in the service of the senator, the lateness of the hour of the interview, that they were all alone in the building ...
"Come here!"
The interviewer's voice cut through her thoughts like a knife. Obediently the naked girl walked slowly over to the couch, feeling her cunt juice slowly seep from the crevice of her beautiful blonde cunt, her eyes firmly fixed on the towering cock of the interviewer. It was as if she were in a trance. She 'knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to take that big cock in her mouth, to feel the head against her lips, to feel the power of it forcing its way down her throat. She loved to feel a man's cock in her mouth and throat, and although she had primed herself to be prim and proper for the interview, it all slipped away and she felt nothing but lust.
The interviewer sat straight on the couch. Although this was his job, to "try out" girls for Senator Hughes, he knew from the sight of the bronze, naked, beautiful girl that was approaching him that this time it was going to much more than just work. This time he was going to enjoy it. He watched Candice approach, her huge breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her ardent breaths that were coming faster and faster. He watched the large, brown nipples perk brown and inviting on the beautiful boobs. Glancing up into her face, his eyes swept from her beautiful green, catlike eyes to her full sensuous lips, and as if on command, her pearly pink tongue slipped from between her teeth and moistened her lips until they glistened in the dim light of the office. Then he dropped his eyes past her wide hips to the triangle patch of blonde cunny hair that framed her cunt, He felt his prick grow even larger and throb almost painfully. No, this was not going to be work at all. He wanted to jump up and grab her and throw her on the couch, plunging his huge member up her cunt all the way to her throat. Though fuming with desire for her, he knew he could not. It was not the Senator's way. No, the girl had to prove herself. She had to show that she did not need prodding or orders. In the high-pressure world of national politics no one had any time to waste to be romantic.
Candice reached the couch, felt the cool leather against her knees, and let herself slowly slide down against its edge until she was kneeling on the rug in front of the interviewer. She reached out one hand and circled the base of his cock. Though her fingers were long she could not circle it. Leaning forward, she swung her body left and right over his cock so that her breasts brushed against it. Her nipples felt as if they were going to shoot off her tits. She looked up into the face of the interviewer, but there was no sign of any emotion in his eyes. The interviewer had won many a poker game just on the strength of those deep, probing, fathomless eyes. No, she had to do it on her own.
She breathed heavily, still swinging her breasts on his cock. She began to move the hand on his cockbase very slowly up and down, squeezing his swollen prick ever so softly, and with her other hand reached between his legs where she found the bulging bag of his balls. She began to massage them, and the interviewer moved ever so slightly to allow her clear access. Suddenly she realized that this beautiful cock was hers. The thought came to her and filled her brain. She began to massage his balls harder now and all the thoughts of the job drifted away.
Rearing back and straightening up, she pulled his cock toward her and lowered her head upon it, circling the tip with her luscious lips. She sucked on it long and hard, and her mouth was suddenly filled with cock, with delicious beautiful cock. He put his hands on both sides of her head and pull ed her full force on the length of his member, its huge head pushing at the walls of her throat. After a few more sucks she raised her head slightly and began to tease him with little flicks of her tongue on the tip and base of his cock, finding a fold of skin on the underside and nibbling it. Her hand could feel the heat rise from his asshole and balls but his face still was blank.
She sucked harder on him, raising and lowering her head, forcing the cock into her throat as far as it would go. It seemed as if the massive prickhead would tear the walls of her throat apart. But as if possessed by a devil, she continued. Her saliva dripped from the sides of her mouth, lubricating the entry of the prick, sliding it in and out of her mouth deftly and effortlessly. Some of the saliva dripped down the length and stood like pearls on the interviewer's pubic hair.
The interviewer found it almost impossible to keep his cool with this beautiful doll sucking his cock. He tried to imagine it, her mouth passing rapidly from tip to base. He could feel his prick pushing against the walls of her throat and her gag reflexes tightening, causing delicious pressure, He could hear her slurping and feel her saliva running out of the corners of her mouth and down his cock. He looked down at her hair, golden blonde and smooth, framing his crotch like strands of golden wheat. He could feel his balls begin to bulge in their sac and he wondered if he could hold out.
Candice was a fantastic cocksucker and she was giving him the full treatment. She wanted him to break, to come all over her face. No man had ever resisted the allure of her lips and her cunt, and she was not about to break her perfect record now. She sucked him even more furiously, tightening her lips as the passed the fold of his cockhead, forcing her tongue to whip around the sides like a dervish as her mouth moved up and down. Her free hand massaged his balls, feeling them grow larger and fill with come. She couldn't wait for his hot jism to drip down her throat. She couldn't wait for his breaths to come faster.
Suddenly, the interviewer could play the charade no longer. Bending over, he circled her head with his strong, well-muscled arms and forced her head down on his tool, forcing it, driving it deep into her throat. There was only about two inches of the cock left outside of her throat and he jammed her head down all the way, hearing her utter a little moan.
"Suck me off, you bitch!" he uttered in a frantic whisper.
The sound of his voice turned Candice on even more and she sucked his cock even faster. She opened her mouth all the way and leaned forward, aligning her body so that the cock could slide easily into her throat. The interviewer was almost in a frenzy from the sensation of Candice's hot, slippery lips and tongue on his member. He could feel her hair swish against his thighs.
She reached forward and cupped his ass in both of her hands. Then with one last fantastic effort she pulled him forward and pushed her head down, taking all of the massive cock in her mouth and sliding it down her throat.
The interviewer felt everything in him about to burst. His balls felt as though they were going to go off like firecrackers and his cock too would blow up. The pleasure of this girl's mouth was unendurable and suddenly he felt flushed and heady, the blood flooding his brain, making him feel as though he was falling or rising or ... With the last pull of the girl, he felt his come rising from his balls and following her lips up the length of his cock, filling the head like a balloon. With a mighty effort he managed to hold it for one more stroke, and then he threw his head back and shot his wad over and over again as the girl in a frenzy continued to move her head up and down. He could hear her swallowing furiously, trying desperately to eat every last bit, but he seemed to fill her mouth and still came until it dribbled down the side of her mouth.
Candice felt warm inside. Knowing that she had just given a man the ultimate pleasure always filled her with a feeling of great accomplishment and power. And knowing that this man that she had just sucked off, knowing that the come in her mouth was from a powerful man, an important man, only added to the mystique.
"Was that good, baby?" she purred seductively.
The interviewer could not answer right away. His breaths were almost sobs, and he felt as though he was drunk. But he had been trained to keep his composure even in the most pressured situations and quickly found his head. "That was quite satisfactory, Miss Staunton, but, er, do not think that the interview is concluded."
Candice looked up at him and smiled. She lowered her head and began systematically to clean the come off of his half-limp prick. Holding the tip with one hand she twirled it slightly as she licked it, loving every minute of the taste of the interviewer's come. She really loved the taste.
The interviewer felt her tongue lapping up his jism, and her soft tongue and warm saliva bathing his prick, and although he had just shot his wad a few moments before he felt his desire reawaken.
"You have a beautiful cock," Candice purred. "You could take this cock and fill all of my holes at once and there'd still be plenty left over."
"That's just what I intend to do," said the interviewer matter-of-factly. Candice felt the juices running in her cunt again. Having this beautiful cock in her mouth had excited her tremendously but she herself had not come. She had had the urge to finger herself while she was sucking him off, but she had not and now felt glad, realizing the meaning of the interviewer's words.
The interviewer reached down and pinched one t of Candice's nipples hard enough to hurt slightly but also to feel good. She looked at him. His eyes were now blazing with desire and he reached down and grabbed both of her large breasts in his hands. They were firm and solid and molded into his hands like a cup, Candice moaned very softly. She had always had very sensitive breasts and this man grabbing them and rubbing them was turning her on indeed. He kneaded them against her chest in large circles, then suddenly grabbed her by her sides and pulled her to him, crushing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her mouth opened and his tongue found hers and probed deeply into her throat. He could still taste his come in her mouth. Their probing tongues met and locked and Candice was on the couch in a minute, one leg thrown over the interviewer's hip so that her pussy lips brushed teasingly over his rock-hard cock. Reaching out, the interviewer grabbed one of Candice's nipples and rolled it between his fingertips until it was taut and firm. Candice moaned, a deep-throated, gutteral, half-animal cry that burned the interviewer's brain until he too forgot his job, forgot his duties, forgot everything except the writhing Candice and her delicious boobs and her warm wet hole.
She grabbed his prick and pointed it toward her dripping pussy. "Put it in there!" she breathed in his ear, desperately. "Fill me up with your cock!"
But the interviewer had other ideas. With his tongue still deeply embedded in Candice's delicious mouth he deftly flipped her on her stomach. Candice's ass rode high on her, and now, on her stomach, the two soft mounds of her buttocks rose invitingly. The interviewer lustfully grabbed her asscheeks and spread them apart. Between them, framed by the last bit of blond cunthair, her bumhole puckered red and flaming. Steam seemed to rise from the place between her legs. Seeing this, his desire rose to fever pitch. He was on her in a minute, positioning his huge organ toward the tiny hole.
"Oh, please be gentle!" pleaded Candice. "Your cock is so big. It'll hurt so much if you put in there."
The interviewer, however, had no idea to be gentle. This woman had broken down his cold, stony defenses. He was a good aide to Senator Hughes, never breaking down or becoming nervous, even in the most dangerous situations. In fact, it, was his cool that the Senator admired most in him, considered the most valuable. And now, in the space of a few short minutes, this woman had done what raging diplomats and threatening gangsters had failed to do. She had broken him down into a mass of irrationality and lust, a man bent only on his own pleasure. He felt the call of the rut deep within him, felt it as he had never felt it before. Now, with his monstrous cockhead only inches from the asshole of the lovely girl, he felt no mercy.
The interviewer succeeded in getting the head of his prick into Candice and she let out a cry of pain. "Take it easy, Lover," she begged. "You're so big. Don't you want to put it in my other hole. I'm too tight in there. I'll hurt you."
It's not me who's going to hurt, thought the interviewer. He thrust forward and rammed another two inches of his massive organ up into her. Candice was forced to spread her legs all the wider to accommodate the interviewer's prick and each time she did he fucked her all the faster, ramming more and more of his cock into her. He could feel the walls of her rectum shake and convulse with each thrust, and with each stroke the girl uttered a high-pitched shriek. Her cunt juices dripped from her down over his cock, lubricating it. He whaled into her in huge, short strokes, a crazed expression on his face. Then suddenly, as if everything in the world had changed at once, Candice managed to relax her muscles and her ass became a cunt for him, her hole gripping him, milking him, the pleasure-pain of a moment before replaced with only pleasure.
Candice had changed her tune too, for she had relaxed at the instant that she had come to love the huge organ in her behind. Her cries were changed to encouraging whispers, "Oh yes, yes, do it to me like that. Oh, yes, Lover, it feels so funny but it feels so good. Oh, yes, don't stop, more, Lover, shove more in me!"
If there had been an ounce of resistance possible in the interviewer before, now there was none. Hearing Candice's whispering encouragements he reared back for a second and then rammed the entire length of his gigantic cock deep within the stretched bumhole, impaling Candice completely, as on a skewer. As the last inches of his cock were inside her he felt his come rise and pour out of him. He shot a tremendous load, pumping furiously, draining himself with repeated strokes within Candice's brimming ass. It seemed as though there could never be enough room in Candice for his huge organ and his fantastic wad, and come dripped profusely from her asshole, covering his dick and settling on the fine leather couch. Then, with the last of his milking strokes, Candice whimpered, stiffened and relaxed, the two of them still together in the cornhole position, both straightening and panting, each wanting to stretch and roll over the floor, but each not wanting to break the embrace of their heavenly holes.
He took himself from her and rose from the couch, reeling drunkenly. He walked over to the large oak desk and poured himself a glass of ice water from the glass pitcher on top and poured it down his throat, feeling the ice-cold water revive him and clear his head slightly. Pouring another glass for himself and one for Candice, he started again toward the couch where the naked beauty still lay on her stomach, moaning slightly. She looked beautiful as she lay there, covered with sweat and come, her hair tousled and wet, clinging to her forehead and back. Her long legs were behind her and held close together, as if she was trying to hold each drop of his come deep within her. Her arms were crossed in front of her face and her face was buried deep in her pillowed arms. He reached the couch and putting his water down, dipped his fingers into her glass and stroked the cool, refreshing water on the back of her neck. She seemed to revive slightly with this action and turned her head to him, her luminous green eyes misted, the pupils large and dark. They did not say a word to each other, and he put one hand on her face and cupped the curve of her jaw, feeling its firm shapeliness, and then bent down and kissed her long and hard. He handed her the glass of water and she raised it to her wet, parted lips and drank deeply, her breasts heaving with the rhythm of her panting. Her eyes peeked over the top of her glass, and again he found himself looking deeply into her eyes and something moving him and turning him on, and once again his crotch began to quiver and rise.
This chick is incredible, thought the interviewer, she's much too good for the Sen ... And then, as if stopping himself from having the mutinous thought, he looked away from her and stared at the rag.
Candice sensed this and raised herself up on one elbow. "Now, Baby," she purred. "Don't be shy now. You've only just sampled the appetizers. When are you going to get hungry for the main course?" With that she turned over on her back and spread her legs wide apart so that her still-wet pink cunt was in full view. The interviewer looked quickly up into her face and saw the lust in her crooked smile. He felt his cock reawaken and rise defiantly of his thoughts, and though he knew the dangers of forsaking his position as the Senator's subordinate, he once again only knew himself as a man. He looked down at her feet, dainty and shapely for a woman her size, and swept his eyes up the length of her body, stopping at each place and reminding himself, "That is mine." And each time he stopped he felt his cock rise another inch toward the ceiling and he knew that he had to relieve his lust, that he had to stick his tool deep inside that cunt, and that no Senator or even army would stop him.
Candice knew this. She knew her power over men. "Come here, Lover," she purred.
The interviewer climbed on the couch in front of Candice. Before him, opening like a flower, were the puffed pink lips of her dripping pussy. He knelt over her, savoring the sweet salt smell of her and began to kiss and lick her belly just above the line of her cunthair. Candice shifted her long legs onto his back and thrust her cunt upwards into his face. The interviewer looked for one short instant and then plunged in, licking and sucking the juices that ran freely into his mouth and down over his chin, mixing with the come still on the couch. He rolled his head back and forth into her, feeling the folds of her cunt. Candice was in uncontrollable ecstasy, she moaned and undulated, moving her legs back and forth behind the interviewer so that one side of her pussy and then the other rubbed against his chin. She put her fingers into her cunt so that he was eating them too, and then dripping with jism and saliva, she thrust them in his ears. He plunged into her like a madman, eating her, sucking her juices, and then suddenly got up and towered over her. Candice could see that his tremendous prick stood at full readiness, and before she could do anything he plunged the blood-gorged member into her.
Candice's legs stood straight out to the side and then over her head. She moaned "Oh, Baby, that's beautiful, that's it, yes!" The interviewer worked his cock into her and then rammed it in full force. Candice screamed with pleasure, clawing his back and searching out his mouth with hot, hungry kisses. He moved in and out of her with a frantic motion, pulling out until his cockhead was wrapped by her pussylips, and then plunging into her again. She wrapped her legs around him tightly and moved her hips in a circle, the feeling of her cunt milking him an unbelievable sensation. The muscles in Candice's pussy began to quiver and then tighten and the interviewer knew she was about to come. Priming her with a few short strokes, he rammed his prick in full length and Candice screamed and went limp in his arms. Again and again he used the same motion, a few short strokes and then full thrust and each time Candice came until he felt her come dripping on his legs and down her thighs.
Then, suddenly, he felt the most unbelievable sensation. It was as if someone were taking his prick and massaging it, starting at the base and working toward the tip. He moaned and looked down, expecting to see his cock out of Candice's pussy and her fingers around it. It was, however, still firmly lodged in her cunt. The feeling was unbelievable, unlike anything that he had ever before known. Time and time again he felt the fingers running up and down the length of his shaft and he felt his balls quicken with come.
It was Candice. She had learned of a special technique for control of her pussy muscles and she was giving the interviewer the full treatment. Each time she tightened and rippled her cunt she could hear him moan with delight and she knew that she was giving him the fuck of his life. There was an added bonus for her too, for each time she did it, she massaged her own clit so that she came again and again herself.
The interviewer was almost screaming now. Candice loved to hear men scream with the pleasure of her cunt. Men were always so cocksure with women. While the women screamed and whimpered, the men were always so quiet. Not so with Candice. She could get a man into a frenzy in a million ways.
The interviewer felt the rise of his come work its way up the shaft of his cock until it seemed to bulge to the breaking point, loaded with come. Then Candice tightened one last time at the base of his prick and moved quickly up until the gates opened and he flooded her with a stream of come, just as she herself came too in a scurry of gasps and moans.
They just lay there too exhausted to move. The sweat dripped from their bodies onto the couch and their breathing was loud and seemed almost painful. The interviewer could hardly see, much less get up. There were red, hazy spots before his eyes and his head pounded from an excess of blood. He tried to raise himself on his arms but he really wasn't sure whether they would be able to support him. He had completely forgotten who he was, or where he was, and was about to drift into sleep when a voice filled the room.
"Miss Staunton will do just fine, Richard," came the crisp, authoritarian voice of Senator Hughes. "Please show her to my office."