Cute Girls

Tara’s Long Road Back From Tragedy

“edited by angel love”

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I knew it would take a long time to get over the death of my Dom Carl and my fellow sister in the lifestyle, Monica. For five years I had given myself freely to Carl when he and Monica took me in and I began to cohabitate with them. Carl and Monica both satisfied my desires for submission and love in every way I could have asked for.

Carl treated us both equally as our Master in every respect. That included sex, Domination, love, caring and when needed discipline. The three of us shared the same bedroom and the same king sized bed. Whoever slept in the middle that night was the lucky one depending on your perspective I guess.

I always liked sleeping the middle with Carl on one side and Monica as it gave me an extra sense of peace and security. It was especially true the nights they made love to me. We always slept naked so it was easy for them to turn to me and both begin giving me pleasure. I would be lying on my back and Monica would turn to me and begin to kiss me and gently touch my naked body, as only a woman knows how. Carl would join in the fun and would also kiss me and touch me in a seductive manner; although a little rougher.

The two became quite adept at playing my naked body like a fine fiddle with alternating kinds of touches. Monica would kiss me ever so gently; her lips barely touching mine, and her tongue flicking ever so quickly against my lips. Carl would then kiss me but would do so as if taking a prize. His kisses were firm and his tongue would enter my mouth forcefully. I thrilled to his strong touch and kiss and would feel the sensation all the way down my naked body.

They both knew I was very sensitive just below my ears on my neck and they loved to tease me unmercifully. Monica would lick me there gently until I started to giggle and I would ask her playfully to stop but it only encouraged her. Carl would do the same thing but again more forcefully and he would also bite me there, not enough to draw blood but I would know he was there. Again I would feel the pleasure all the way down my naked body.

They had so many ways to tease me and wake the stirrings of sensuality in me. Carl loved to see me giggle so he would let Monica roll over on top of me. Then Carl would hold my hands together above my head and let Monica work on both sides of my neck. She would switch from side to side letting her tongue lick that sensitive spot on one side and then quickly switch to the other side. By now my naked body was squirming and wiggling trying to avoid her licks and I was giggling like a little schoolgirl.

Every so often as she switched from side to side she would pause and look down at me and the reach down and give me one of those gentle kisses. Oh the feel of those kisses as she would look into my eyes each time and I could feel the love from her eyes and her kiss. Then as I lay there moaning gently that little imp Monica, would go back to my ears again with that teasing tongue.

Sometimes she would put one hand on each side of me and rise up enough so that her nipples on her breasts would graze against my own nipples, which were now quite hard. She knew how to wiggle her upper body just enough so that her nipples would brush back and forth against mine several times. It would drive me wild with deSire and I wanted to touch her but Carl held my hands in place.

Once Monica had her turn then Carl would roll over on top of me and do the same thing but as I said before a little rougher. He would bite me on the left side and then the right side and back and forth he would go. He likewise would often pause in between to kiss me letting his tongue explore my mouth. He didn’t need Monica to hold my hands down, as he was strong enough to do both.

When Carl was on top of me I could feel his hard erect manhood as he lie between my bare thighs. The tip of it was right at the entrance to my love channel and it would only take a quick thrust and he would be inside of me. I desperately wanted my Master inside of me but knew better than to ask. It would come in time.

Carl and Monica also knew how to use their hands and mouths on other parts of my body as well. I would turn my head to Monica and as she kissed me her right hand would go down to my right breast and nipple and gently caress and tease it. At the same time her left hand would be stroking my long blonde hair affectionately. At the same time Carl would be holding my hands together and biting me on the neck as his left hand kneaded and squeezed my left breast firmly.

Oh God the feelings running through my naked body as these two who loved me raised my level of passion to great heights in different ways. There was gentleness on one side and strength on the other side and my body was responding to both.

They both had another trick they used to tease me. They would both lean over me and their faces meet just above my lips. They would stick out their tongues and exchange the kiss of lovers as I watched helplessly and slightly jealous. I wanted either of their lips on mine. However, even as I watched them kiss their hands were still on my breasts and nipples working their magic with them. After teasing and taunting me they would break off their kiss with each other and both of them would kiss me and tell me they loved me. I was almost ready for heaven.

Eventually they worked their mouths down my upper chest letting their tongues roam freely over the entire area. Eventually they would let their mouths and tongues find my sensitive breasts and nipples. They combined the same type of mixture on my breasts and nipples they had earlier used on other parts of my body. Monica was again the sensitive one using her tongue and mouth in gentle teasing movements. Her tongue would gently flick over my nipple as she licked my right breast. Carl on the other hand would bite and suck fairly hard on my left breasts and nipple. He tried to get as much of it in his mouth as he could.

In either case I found my naked body wanting to thrust both of my breasts and nipples into their mouths as far as I could. The sensations from both of them were different, but wonderful. Thank God I didn’t have to choose.

As their mouths worked on my breasts and nipples they let their hands roam over my naked body further driving me wild. Each of them took one of my legs and spread them further apart. Monica began to gently stroke my V patch while Carl was able to find the crack separating my bare bottom cheeks and run his finger up and down it. As my naked body squirmed in lust, Monica let her finger slide up into my love channel and find that wonderful, wonderful spot. At the same time Carl let his finger slip into my bottom hole and began to work it back and forth.

My entire naked body now was driven by pure lust and torn between the various feelings. I wanted to thrust my hips up so that Monica’s finger would go deeper into my love channel and on the other hand I wanted to thrust my bare bottom further onto Carl’s finger which was working its magic down there. I think they read my mind because they both had one of their legs over my spread legs and held them firmly in place as they played with me.

My naked body was wild with deSire now and I moaned softly in pleasure. I think they both knew it was time for me to cum and so they switched positions. Monica knelt down between my spread thighs and put her face down next to my V patch and began to lick me on both sides of my inner thighs coming ever so much closer to my love channel each passing time. At the same time she put her hands under my bare behind and began to squeeze both cheeks. Eventually her finger would find my anus and stroke it as well.

At the same time Carl had moved back up to the top and was kneeling at my side. He took my hands and placed one of them on Monica’s hair and the other one on his hard erect throbbing manhood. He began to massage my breasts and nipples with both hands as he bent down and kissed me with his tongue exploring my mouth.

It could not be any better as every part of my naked body was affected by their touches. My naked body was squirming and wiggling as I moaned unashamedly loudly now.

“Ohhhh, ahhhhh, yes, yes, more, more, oh god yes, it feels so good yes yes ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh!”

It didn’t take long before my body exploded with a massive orgasm as I hung onto Carl’s manhood for dear life and pulled on Monica’s hair. It took quite awhile for my naked body to quit shuddering and to settle down but they were not done with me yet. It was simply time for them to change positions.

Carl climbed on top of me and placed the tip of his manhood right next to my V patch and the entrance to my love channel. He put one hand on each side of me and raised himself up. He was strong enough to support himself in this position and he loved it because he wanted to be looking into my eyes and mine into his as he entered me. At the same time Monica put her hands on my breasts and nipples and began to gently play with them.

Carl now let the tip of his manhood just barely enter my love channel and I strained my hips up to receive him but he controlled it so only the tip of it was inside of me. He looked down at my lust filled eyes and said simply, “You know we both love you very much don’t you Tara?”

“Yes Sir I know, and I love you both.”

He was now moving the tip of his manhood back and forth inside of me teasing and taunting me. He could feel my naked body squirming and wiggling under him and my hips trying to thrust up so his manhood would go further into me.

He could see the pleading look in my eyes and knew all to well what I wanted.

“Do you want more of me Tara?” he asked gently.

“Yes Sir,” I moaned softly.

He entered me a little more and said, “Is that enough Tara?”

“No Sir, I want more!”

“How much more Tara?”

I screamed in sexual frustration, “All of it Sir I want all of it!”

“Are you sure Tara?”

“Yes Sir please Sir please all of it!”

Oh God the feeling of relief when in one quick thrust he buried himself into me as far as he could go. Slowly but surely he began to thrust back and forth inside of me slowly at first but gradually building up speed. I don’t know how we timed it but we all three managed to cum at the same time and he fell exhausted on me. You are probably wondering how did Monica cum? Well as Carl was thrusting in and out of me she had let one hand drop down between her legs and fingered herself to a climax at the same time as we did.

Carl finally rolled off of me and lay next to my side and Monica lay down on my other side. Both of them faced me and put one arm over me and I never felt so secure and loved in my entire life.

I giggled slightly and Monica said, “What are you giggling about now?”

“I was just thinking tomorrow night is your turn.”

Monica simply smiled and snuggled closer. I snuggled closer to my Master and pulled Monica even closer, and drifted off into a perfect sleep.

Although we spent many nights together loving each other like we had that night we had other special nights as well. We had a great respect for one another’s needs and desires and had a sharing relationship. We also knew that each of us craved private times with one another as well.

We had other bedrooms in the house so it was not uncommon for my Master Carl to take me to one of the other bedrooms where I would willingly submit to him in private. Likewise there would be times when he would take Monica to one of the bedrooms and she would have the privilege of submitting to him. However, whenever one of us submitted to him privately, we would all still spend the night in the same bed. The two that had just made love would put their arms around the other one to let them know they were still loved.

The same thing was true for Monica and I. There were often days when our Master would be gone and we would be home alone. It never took much, a simple glance or touch, and we would want some time together. One of us would take the other by the hand and off to the bedroom we would go. Some times it would be just plain fun. I caught Monica bending over one time in just her panties and I couldn’t resist. I gave her one good swat as hard as I could and ran laughing. She ran after me and after a good chase through the house she finally caught me in Master’s study. After wrestling me to the ground with both of us laughing hysterically we finally took each other right there on the floor.

Master Carl actually enjoyed watching Monica and I make love and would do so every chance he got. We always tried to be a little more provocative and sensual when he watched as we both enjoyed pleasing him. Needless to say once we had pleased each other we would often end up on our knees in front of him pleasing him as well.

There was another element to this wonderful relationship that I have not told you about. Carl was not only our Master in bed but in many other areas as well. All three of us were into BDSM as well, and those bonds (no pun intended) drew us even closer together. Over the years our Master had collected quite an array of toys, which he loved to use on us and which, Monica and I, being masochists at heart, loved as well.

His toys ran the gambit from sexy toys to toys of discipline. They include all kinds of ankle and wrist cuffs, neck collars, dildos, nipple clamps, paddles, whips, hairbrushes, floggers, riding crops, leather slappers, candle wax and others too numerous to mention. Not only did he like to use different toys on us but different positions as well.

Generally when he was in the mood for some good old-fashioned BDSM he would call one or both of us into the living room. There one, or both of us, would be stripped naked and then after he got naked himself we would be led off to the bedroom or the room of his choice for our discipline.

He loved variety so we never knew where or how we would be disciplined, or with what. We have been bent over the arm of the couch, over the top of his desk, tied up in a doorway, tied down over a coffee table, spread eagled and secured on the bed, and other positions too numerous to mention.

His favorite place though was always the bedroom. He liked it for several reasons. First, he had installed hooks in the ceiling and in the floor. This way he could have us standing naked and spread eagle, to do to us as he pleased. Second, he had a full-length wide mirror on the wall so we could see ourselves being disciplined and he could see it in the mirror as well. Third the bed was right there in case he got into a sexual mood after our discipline.

Just like our sex sessions he varied our discipline sessions as well. Some times we would be disciplined in private. Other times either Monica or I would be disciplined while the other watched. Sometimes we would both be disciplined one right after the other.

One of his favorite methods was to have either Monica or I discipline the other while he watched. Then after that was over he might or might not have sex with one of us. I can remember one night when my wrists were secured to the ceiling hooks and my legs spread apart and secured to the floor hooks. Monica was then instructed to discipline me and believe me she did. That night she used nipples clamps on me, the paddle, the whip, and finally the flogger. As Monica worked me over he lay on the bed and simply enjoyed watching me. When Monica was done with me he called her over to the bed and made love to her while I watched. That was the worst part of the whole night.

Whenever Master disciplined us we always ended up very hot and wet between our legs. There was just something about seeing his strong naked body in action as he disciplined us. We never rebelled, as we were both his and glad to be his. He had the knack of causing pain in our naked bodies but making it sensual as well.

I must admit that when I disciplined Monica I enjoyed it as well. I knew the pleasures of pain from my own experience and was only too glad to give it to Monica. Monica had a beautiful body with full breasts and nipples, curved swelling hips and nice firm thighs.

One night I had the pleasure of flogging her with her hands tied to the ceiling and legs left free. The nice thing about it was that as I flogged her, her naked body would twist and turn her breast bounce up and down and she would dance from foot to foot trying to avoid the flogger. She of course couldn’t get away and I had my way with her. Master was so thrilled with that performance that I got a special treat that night of his tongue bringing me to an orgasm.

Our BDSM lifestyle became a part of me as much as the sex part. Both Monica and I craved the feel of his flogger or some other device landing on our naked bodies. Our Master knew our desires well and he gladly fulfilled them because he cared for us both and also because they satisfied his longing to Dominate and control.

There was one other part of our lives that played an important role though not the real glue that kept us together. That part involved punishment for punishment’s sake whenever Monica or I acted out of line. Whenever we got out of line or did something stupid we would be treated like naughty little girls. That generally meant we were going to receive a good sound spanking on our bare behinds.

Whenever that was going to happen the guilty party would be summoned to the living room and informed they had been a naughty little girl and were going to be spanked like one. Either Monica or I would be stripped naked and then after he got naked himself he would lead us off to the bedroom where we would be spanked

When we were spanked he would take us down over his bare thighs just like naughty little girls. We would then be hand spanked, paddled, and hairbrush spanked. Master Carl would never stop until we were crying, howling, kicking our legs, begging and pleading for mercy. When he was done with us we were always very soundly spanked naughty little girls.

Once our spankings were over there would be no sex as this was a pure punishment spanking. Often he would let us sit on his lap and cry our eyes out as he told us that he was sorry he had to spank us but it was for our own good. Both Monica and I would feel badly knowing we had displeased him and knowing we deserved what we got. When I look back I don’t remember ever getting a spanking from Master Carl that I did not deserve.

Make no mistake about it I never wanted to be spanked for misbehaving but there was one spanking I wish I had gotten. I had done something that made Master Carl quite angry. I had overdrawn our checking account causing several checks to bounce. Needless to say I was going to be spanked and quite soundly.

Master Carl never spanked us when he was angry so he decided to wait awhile until he had calmed down. He told Monica he wanted to go for a ride and they would come back later to punish this naughty little girl. Out the door they went together and onto the motorcycle in the driveway.

Whenever one of us was to be spanked Master Carl would often do something special with the other one as an added punishment for us. Riding the motorcycle was a treat for us so the image of Monica riding off with him became a part of the punishment. Unfortunately I was about to be punished in the most horrible way imaginable for me.

I had waited for over two hours, but Master Carl had not come back to spank me. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and when I opened it there were two uniformed policemen standing before me. They asked if they could come in and I knew immediately something was wrong. They told me that Master Carl and Monica had been driving the motorcycle out near the edge of town when a truck crossed over the centerline tossing the motorcycle like a toy into the ditch. Both of them had been killed instantly.

My first instinct was one of disbelief. It could not be true. It had to be someone else. I was in total shock and one of the officers had to hold me up to keep me from collapsing on the spot. As it gradually dawned on me that it was true, my scream of horror could be heard down the block. My entire life as I knew it had just come crashing down around me. My darling Master Carl and my sweet soul sister Monica were gone.

“Nice piece!” She recovered more fully. “Not a bad looking cock you have down there!”

Her words surprised me. She said them with such confidence, such self-assurance. She came right out and just said what was on her mind.

“Longer than most, I would say,” She continued to stare. “And not a bad girth as well!”

I couldn’t believe it! This woman was incredible. I was a stranger to her. We had just met, yet she had no trouble complimenting me on the size of my cock.

“Thanks,” I spoke under my breath. She could speak with such confidence, yet I could hardly speak at all. No woman had ever had such an affect on me.

“Now make it rise the rest of the way,” She shocked me even more with what she said next.

“What?” I asked back, astonished.

“You heard me,” She glanced up with a serious look in her eyes. “It’s already half-way there. Make it rise the rest of the way. I want to see it full.”

I couldn’t believe it. She was so domineering. No doubt I wasn’t her first. She had naked men in her office before, probably many more. She probably bribed them all, telling them to get naked if they wanted the part.

Even more unbelievable, I started to give her what she wanted. I couldn’t help it. My heart was racing; my body sweating. Her behavior made me feel so hot, so excited. Even though I knew what she was trying to do, I helped her do it. Besides, my cock had a mind of its own. It never listened to me before. Why did I expect it to listen while standing naked before a gorgeous woman?

“Even better!” She made sure to let me know what was happening. “Very nice! Very impressive! That’s quite a fine stalk you have down there.”

Her words did nothing to stop it from rising. They aroused me even more. The little she-devil knew exactly what she was doing.

“Most definitely longer than your average six inches,” She spoke as she got up from her chair a second time. “Perhaps eight; maybe even nine?”

I grew nervous as she stepped around. My cock inflated to full mast as she looked at it from above.

“I think more like nine!” She stepped up beside me. “Maybe even ten!”

Glancing down to check for myself, I saw the head of my own cock pointed directly up at me. I already knew it was hard. I could feel it, but actually seeing it point up gave me a surprise.

“Big cocks don’t usually point up so far up like yours does,” She commented as she looked at it. “Usually they are too big to point up, but yours looks to be especially hard.”

Indeed it was. The thing felt as if it was going to explode. Desperately I wanted to find somewhere to stick it. I would have loved to use her pussy, to fuck her, and I think she wanted to be fucked by it too.

“Are you aware,” The woman who’s name I still didn’t know whispered into my ear. “Are you aware, Duane, that you possess a rather massive cock?”

“Yes,” I answered shyly, pleased that she liked it, surprised by her compliment of it.

“You should be proud of it!” She admired. “You should be proud to show it off, to display it for any woman who asks to see.”

“Yes,” Even her perfume smelled sexy.

“You should allow women to enjoy it,” She spoke. “Enjoy looking at it if they wish; even to enjoy playing with it.”

I jumped at her touch. I couldn’t believe she actually touched it, and the way she touched it!

She giggled as if it was no big deal. “My, you are a shy one!”

She didn’t just touch, but confidently grabbed it. She grabbed my cock like she had grabbed a hundred cocks before me. Her fingers encircled around my thick shaft and gave a tight squeeze.

“It feels as hard as it looks!” She spoke impressed. “And so unusually thick too!”

She squeezed tighter and then tried to give it a pull. I was forced to push my waist forward and stand on my toes.

“Yes, you would look good in a shower scene,” She sounded impressed. “And you would look even better in cuffs.”

My heart skipped a beat with the mention of handcuffs. What did she mean, handcuffs? Did she want to handcuff my hands behind me? Or did she want to handcuff me down to a bed. I pictured her riding me from above as I lay handcuffed down to her bed.

As quick as she grabbed it, she let go again. She backed away and stepped around to sit back down in her chair.

“Very impressive,” She complimented one last time. “I just have a few more miscellaneous questions to ask you. Standard procedure, as I’m sure you understand.”

“Yes,” I answered weakly.

“Any problems with drugs?”

“No.”

“Any arrests or convictions?”

“No.”

“What about drunk driving? Ever been pulled over? Any DUIs?”

“No,” I answered each question in turn. It felt odd to be answering her questions in the nude. It felt even odder to answer them while sporting an erection that she could freely observe. I considered covering myself, but she never offered me cover. Besides, I got the distinct impression that she wanted me to stay nude.

“You currently work as a waiter?”

“In the evenings.”

“Would you keep your job if you took this part?”

“The job has flexible hours,” I tried to explain. “I can cut back if I need too, but would probably want to keep it as a backup.”

“So this part would take priority over your job as a waiter?”

“Exactly!” I nodded my head.

With each answer she jotted something down in her file. Most of the time she seemed to enter quick check marks. With mention of the waiter job, she paused to write out a few notes.

“And your age?” She wanted to know.

“Twenty two,” I answered.

“Ah, the perfect age for a man!” She liked this answer the best. “Legal, yet still young enough to have much vitality.”

I took a hard swallow, knowing what kind of vitality she meant. She was talking about my cock, of course, my ability to keep it erect and on display. No doubt some of the shower scenes would require multiple takes. My youth would allow me to remain erect for extended periods.

“Brown hair and brown eyes,” She looked up to me to observe. “And with about a nine inch cock.”

She casually stated the words with no hint of embarrassment or reaction, and then wrote something down in her file. I could understand the part about my hair and eyes, but then wondered if she wrote down anything about the length of my cock too. The thought of her scribbling in “nine inches” sent an erotic wave of lust through my body. I imagined the piece of paper in front of her asking for “Cock Length,” and immediately after it she wrote in a “9.”

“Any particular hours you are not available to work?” She took me by surprise when she went on, unconcerned about the mention of my cock, acting as if it was a perfectly normal question to ask a perspective employee.

“Not really,” I tried to recover the best I could. “Like I said, my job as a waiter has flexible hours. I can pretty much work any hours needed.”

“What about upcoming time off?” She wanted to know. “Any planned vacations? Any non-refundable airline tickets over the next few months?”

“Nothing planned right now.”

Except for the brief mention of my cock length, most of her questions seemed perfectly normal. They were common questions for an employer to ask a perspective employee. The only odd part was the state of my undress. Even odder was the state of my erection. It should have gone down, especially when she asked such normal questions, but it instead seemed to grow harder. I guess the experience actually turned me on. The knowledge that I was standing naked before her in the nude actually increased my arousal.

“Any previous experience working as a male model?” Her questions gradually turned more poignant.

“None.”

“And no other nude modeling?”

“No.”

“What about strip joints?” She seemed intent on finding some form of nudity in my background. “Ever work as a performer at a male strip joint or as a hired stripper at a bachelorette party?”

“Afraid not,” I felt as though I was disappointing her.

“That’s too bad,” She sounded disappointed. “Because with a cock like that, you would be in high demand!”

“Thanks,” I said weakly. It felt strange to be complimented on the size of my cock. It felt even stranger to thank her for the compliment.

“What about CFNM?” She confused me next. “You said you worked as a waiter. Did you ever work as a waiter in a CFNM environment?”

I had to pause for a moment to think about her question. “C-F-N-M?” I couldn’t come up with anything.

“You know,” She saw my confusion. “Clothed Female, Naked Male. It’s a party where the women remain clothed and the male waiters walk around naked serving food and drink.”

“No CFNM either,” I had never heard of such a practice. I wondered if such a place even existed.

“Then I have someone I must introduce you to,” She offered. “With your experience as a waiter and given that big cock of yours, you would be in high demand. I bet you could pull in fifty dollars an hour with tips.”

The pay sounded awesome. It was certainly a lot more than I made at my current job, even with tips, but the practice sounded a bit unnerving. I couldn’t imagine myself naked in a restaurant full of clothed women. I suppose it would be fun, in a way, with so many women free to look at me, but still.

“I know a few guys who work as CFNM waiters,” She described it to me. “They love it, especially when the women grab at them. I could introduce you to someone if you think you would be interested?”

“I don’t know,” I wasn’t sure. It felt erotic enough to be standing in the room with only one clothed female. I had a hard time imagining myself standing in a restaurant full of women. And to be grabbed at too! She didn’t say what they grabbed, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I imagined women grabbing my cock as I walked by their tables. In a strange way, I wanted to be grabbed. I especially wanted the woman sitting on the opposite side of the desk to grab me. I felt like even grabbing myself, but held back.

“Is that a yes or a no?” She questioned my answer. “I think you would enjoy it. I think you would have a good time.”

“Maybe I might be interested,” I answered with only slightly more confidence.

“I think you should,” She tried to talk me into it. “The best part is in the end, you know, or at least that’s what the guys tell me.”

She smiled at this. I didn’t know why she smiled, not at first anyway. She just looked up at me and smiled.

“Because in the end,” She continued after a long pause. The volume of her voice diminished. She spoke to me almost in a whisper. “Because in the end, because of all the touching and fondling going on, about half the waiters end up cumming on the tables.”

I think I visibly jumped in her presence. I couldn’t believe it. Not only naked, but made to cumm as well! I heard about bachelorette parties where the soon-to-be bride was teased into masturbating the male stripper. It was no different than stories of the bridegroom invited to fuck the female stripper, but I never knew of it happening to any of my friends. I suppose it did, once in a while and for the appropriate fee, but it certainly wasn’t very common. Even less common was the practice of masturbating a male stripper until he cummed, I figured, because I couldn’t imagine the stripper agreeing to such a thing.

Yet at the same time, I wanted to so bad. My cock was pounding. I felt a tremendous desire to reach out and grab it. No doubt I would, immediately after I got home. I just hoped I could wait that long.

“Well, you just let me know if you might be interested,” She put down the file. “You don’t have to tell me now. Maybe by the end of filming you will be more willing.”

My prospects sounded hopeful. It sounded as if I already had the job. She almost said it, but not quite. I hoped the embarrassment I suffered at being naked was worth the effort.

“Perhaps I will,” I asked carefully. “Can I assume that means I have the part?”

“Not exactly!” She put up her hand, showing me her open palm as if telling me to hold on. “Your prospects are excellent, but I still have 5 more men to interview before the day is over.”

I recalled seeing two of them already. They arrived after me and probably still sat out in the waiting room. I distinctly remembered that both of them were handsome and looked like they were running backs for a football team. I wondered if she would make them strip too. I wondered if they would show off cocks as big as mine.

“So the part isn’t quite yours yet,” She sat back in her chair and gave me a hard look. “But there is one thing you can do to increase your chances, if you wish to know?”

Silence followed. I wanted her to finish, to go on, but at the same time was afraid what she might propose. I was already naked, after all. She had already put me in her place, at her feet, perhaps even under her feet. In the back of my mind, I hoped she would propose I go home with her. Even better, I hoped she had a back room someplace in her office where we could go. That was what I hoped, but not what I expected.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked at last. My instincts told me to do whatever was necessary to get the part. My logical brain told me to put my clothes back on and get out of her office as fast as possible.

She paused before answering. Her head leaned back into her large office chair. Her eyes looked off to space. She wore no smile. No hint of doubt or embarrassment showed on her face. Everything about her radiated confidence as she spoke three simple words: “Masturbate for me.”

“What?” My natural instincts took over. I couldn’t believe it! Did she really say what I thought she said?

“You heard me,” She made sure I understood. “Masturbate for me,” She turned to look up into my eyes. “Your cock: Jerk it!”

I still couldn’t believe it. My eyes probably bulged out of my head. My face certainly radiated a look of shock and surprise. Even my cock seemed to respond, jumping at the sound of her words.

“I know you want to,” She acted completely relaxed. “It’s obvious!” Her eyes momentarily took a look down at my protruding member before again drilling into my scull. “So go ahead and jerk yourself off.”

I hesitated. I didn’t know what to do. Yes, I wanted to. She could easily see that much for herself, reading my mind through the stiffness of my cock. Yet at the same time, I was in an office. Even worse, I was in an office with a near stranger, a female who wanted to watch.

“Well?” She spoke up again after about another minute of silence. “Do you want the part or not?”

I felt my hand reach for it. My cock wanted it so bad. It seemed to be controlling me. Or rather, she was controlling my cock, and my cock in turn was controlling the rest of me.

“Good boy!” She spoke when she saw it. Once again, she smiled. She had a delightful smile, but didn’t display it often. She looked delighted at the prospect of watching me masturbate myself.

A moment later I touched it. I didn’t look, but instead closed my eyes and grasped myself. To my surprise, I was already wet. She had seen me pre-cumm, I realized, and then wondered if that’s what gave her the idea to ask me to masturbate myself.

“Your prospects are looking better and better all the time,” She said it almost in a laugh.

Once I held it, I couldn’t help it. I was so damn horny I couldn’t help but stroke myself. The domineering woman sitting on the opposite side of the desk watched me do it. She seemed to take delight with the sight of a young man jerking himself.

Only after I started did I wonder what else she might want. “Did she want me to give myself just a few strokes?” I questioned to myself. Perhaps she only wanted me to make myself pre-cumm, to make myself wet. Women enjoyed the sight of a pre-cumm covered cock, I knew from past experience. I hoped that was what she wanted.

“Or did she want more?” My mind questioned in dread. Did she want me to keep stroking? Might she actually want to watch me cumm? I couldn’t believe any woman would demand so much of a man to get a part, but then this was no ordinary woman. Nothing about her surprised me any more.

“That’s enough!” She held up the palm of her hand once more. “At least for now.”

I stopped at the sound of the first of her words, but then gasped in dread a second later with what she said next. What did she mean, “at least for now”? Did she want more? Did she have something else planned for me when I was in front of the camera?

I let go. It actually proved difficult to let go. My cock still wanted it, but my mind finally took back control of the situation. I dropped my hand back down so that both arms hung weakly at my side.

We appeared to be done with the interview. She seemed to have extracted a sufficient amount of humiliation from me. This was normally the point in the interview where I would have shook her hand and thanked her for the opportunity, but I wasn’t sure. I was still naked. I remained hard and now very wet.

The dominatrix sitting across the desk seemed to like to see me wet. So far she did a good job at almost ignoring my erection, acting as if she had men standing with erections in her office every day. Now, however, she looked right at it. She made me self conscious with the way she looked. It was as if she wanted it. I wished she would just take it.

“Is there anything else?” I interrupted her stair. At last, I wanted to go. I also wanted to finish jerking myself off. Soon I would be alone in the privacy of my own bedroom, provided I even made it that far. I began to wonder if there might be a private bathroom downstairs or in a nearby filling station where I could finish the job.

“One more thing,” She added, much to my discomfort. “If you don’t mind?”

I couldn’t imagine what else she might want of me.

“Did you notice the little student aid I hired as a receptionist at the front desk?” She changed subjects. “The short little Asian girl sitting behind the counter?”

“I think so,” It took me a few seconds to recover enough to answer. I remembered more than I wanted to admit. I especially remembered standing over the desk of the receptionist, looking down at her, looking down into her bountiful cleavage.

“Of course you did,” She smiled at me and gave a laugh. “Every young man does. So young, so cute, and there’s no way you could have missed her big tits - usual for an Asian girl, isn’t it?”

It certainly was.

“Her name is Yuko,” She gave out her name. “She’s a High School kid, a junior, I think, but that’s not important right now. What is important to you is that Yuko likes to check out big cocks.”

She went silent. She didn’t need to say anything more. I understood her request without the need to hear her verbally ask it. She wanted to invite her receptionist, Yuko inside.

“You don’t have to agree if you don’t want to,” She spoke with a sly tone. “I will understand if you say no, especially for someone so young. I suspect it will be especially embarrassing for you to expose yourself in your current condition to someone so young.”

She wanted me to invite another woman into the room, and a young woman at that - provided she was to be believed. I couldn’t know if her receptionist was really in High School or not. It was possible, I suppose, but I couldn’t know. In my mind I tried to remember what the girl looked like sitting behind her desk, but mostly I remembered only her cleavage. Yes she was young, certainly still in her 20s, and possibly even a teenager, but I recalled no redeemable feature that would suggest she was still in High School - But then it was difficult to tell nowadays with all the makeup some girls wore.

“I simply figured if you are willing to expose yourself in front of a camera,” She continued in her sly tone of voice. “Then you logically will have no problem with me calling Yuko inside for a little treat.”

I caught the meaning of her words. Again, she didn’t have to say it, not explicitly, but I could tell what she really meant. This was yet another test. If I really wanted the part, then I would allow her to invite Yuko into her office. If I didn’t agree, then I would be shown to the door.

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