I really didn't think I was going to like the guy. I mean I knew he wanted me to let him fuck me. I figured that out as soon as I saw the huge leather couch in his "office". I had worn my shortest black dress to the interview because I wanted to show my body off to good effect, but I really had intended to keep it on until I got home. I definitely had no intention of taking it off for this disgusting pig.
"How old were yew the first time yew... uh... yew ever had sex?" he asked me. His Southern drawl made him sound really stupid, even stupider than he had sounded over the phone. I wouldn't even have gone to the interview if I didn't need the money so bad. But do love my credit card, and they were going to put a hold on my account if I didn't send them some money. If I didn't take care of it and fast there would be no more shopping sprees and I could not let that happen.
Shopping is the only thing that really gets me off. As soon as I walk into an outlet center or a strip-mall, my heart starts pounding like a hammer. my thighs get weak and I start to get so wet. It's all I can do to resist the temptation to finger myself right there at the entrance to the store. On many occasions, I've flicked myself off sitting there in a dressing room with my panties and my skirt around my knees, just to take the pressure off a little so I can shop for more clothes.
When I get home, that's when I really let myself go. The first thing I do is take off all my clothes. Then I lay out all my new clothes on the big double bed in my bedroom. Just looking at all those new dresses gets me so hot and wet that I climb onto my hands and knees and plunge my face into the pile of new clothes. The silky smell of those new dresses gets me so horny that I push my ass high into the air and start fingering my dripping clit, flicking it and pumping my ass into the air until I cum so hard I feel like I"m going to black out. When I get my bearings again, I'm usually all twisted up in my new clothes, sticking to my sweaty body.
But I've never had to "get my bearings again" with a man. I mean sometimes it feels good and all, but mostly I'm just laying there on my back watching some skinny frat boy push his junk into my pussy two or three times before he gets all slack-jawed and blows his load. Sure, he has a great time, but I have to flick myself off while I daydream about walking through a Neiman Marcus with a new gold card.
So, when he told me that he wanted to "try me out" to see if I was good enough for his production company, I figured what the hell. But this guy seemed different somehow. He reached down and pulled a small camera out of a drawer. Then he sauntered out from behind his desk and over to the couch. I stood up. Time to get it over with I thought and started to pull my dress over my head. "No." he said and pulled the dress back down over my shoulders. He put both his hands on the neckline and tore the whole top of my dress in two. The sound of the expensive cloth being torn against its will gave me a funny feeling in my stomach. Suddenly I was standing there, halfway naked. I looked down and, for some reason, my nipples were hard as rocks. I couldn't understand it. I was even getting a little wet. Was this rough hillbilly actually turning me on?
My body was reacting one way, but in my mind I was furious. "How dare you..." I started to say. But suddenly he had those huge meaty hands on my bare arms. He squeezed them hard and he didn't let up. The more he hurt my arms, the wetter I could feel myself getting. His face was right up against mine. His hot breath smelled like whiskey and man. I couldn't move. "Now my girl," he said in a ragged whisper, "I'm going to give yew a good fucking and we're going to see how yew take it."
I couldn't believe this was happening. I started to say "you can't," But he spun me around with one quick movement of his hands and said "Don't tell me whut I can't." He pulled the rest of my once beautiful black dress off. The torn remnants of it floated to the floor and lay there in a pile. Then he picked me up and threw me face down onto that huge leather couch. "Yew spread em," he said. His voice was equal parts power and desperation and his breathing was ragged.
I did what he said. And I was naked on a strange couch in a strange office. I heard the jingle of metal as he unbuckled his belt and took off his slacks. Part of me wanted to run out of there, whether I had clothes on or not. I should leave. I should call the police. But I didn't do any of these things as he put his big hands on my hips and pulled himself into me. His cock was huge, larger than any of the little frat boys I had been with before. I felt so full, I wanted to spread my legs farther apart to let him even deeper inside of me, but I couldn't do it without falling off the couch, and I knew he wouldn't let me do that.
He was grunting like a wild boar as he pushed himself deeper into me with each stroke. He had moved his hands to my waist and they were hurting me. He was hurting me deep inside every time he plunged his cock deeper and harder into my aching body. But I couldn't even beg him to stop or scream for help because it felt so good. I moaned like an animal. We were both animals. I needed it. I needed him to pound himself into me with all of his anger and desperation and power.
I needed more. I lifted my ass up higher and he pushed himself even deeper into me. "Oh God," I moaned in my exctacy. "Fuck me harder. Fuck meeeeee." He started grunting louder. He sounded like a bear. I could feel an orgasm coming, but I wasn't there yet. It still didn't feel like when I came home from shopping. I was so close. He was pounding into me as hard as he could. I pushed back even harder, but it was no good I wasn't going to cum.
Suddenly he reached forward and pulled both of my arms out from under me and my face hit the couch. Then he put one hand on the back of my head and mashed my face into the rich brown leather. I could hardly breathe, but the little air I could get smelled of expensive leather. It was like smelling my new dresses only more so, much more. He started pounding into me like a jackrabbit and then everything went kind of white. "Ugh mmmffff," I moaned."mmfffnngggod ohgod. OH GAWD! I'M CUMMING. O god o god. I'm cumming on your coooock." He started spanking me as hard as he could and the pain brought me to another orgasm almost as soon as the first one had ended. He shoved my head down into the couch again. I took a deep breath full of sweat and leather and everything faded into white.
Later, when I came to, he thanked me for my time and told me he would "see if I kin find a place fer you on one of my films." I haven't heard back from him yet, but I have every reason to believe that he will call me any day now.
