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I knew I wanted him the moment I set my eyes on him. I could feel my pussy throbbing as blood flowed to my labia and swelled up my clit. Why is it that I can only think about him throwing me across his desk and fucking me like the slut I want to be. I should be concentrating on this interview yet as I cross my legs all I can think about is him lifting up my skirt and finding my pantyless pussy, wet and hot waiting for him.

“What are my skills?” Umph. I can think of many. I could come over there and kneel in between your legs. Unbutton your pants and pull your dick out with nothing but my mouth. I could suck your dick until your toes curl. Spit on it to make it wet and shiny. Get it ready for entry into my tight pussy. I could sit on your dick and ride you while I cream all over your dick turning it from brown to white. Yea I got plenty of skills. Which one would you like to experience first?

“I’m a people person, I am a problem solver, I can listen to people’s needs and help them find solutions.” Did that come out right? Could he hear the quiver in my voice? Does he know how aroused I am at this very moment? Can he feel the vibrations of my throbbing pussy? Damn my nipples are hard. Can he see them through the layers of my bra and shirt? I shouldn’t have worn a bra today. Instead I should have let them be free, loose, and hang. Is he attracted to me? Look how he is licking those full lips. I bet those lips would feel good on my clit, hell on my nipples too. I can envision his tongue circling my nipples while he is looking at me. I can feel the sting of his bite as he twist my nipples in between his teeth. Shit, this is out of control. What did he just ask me? It’s getting harder by the moment to keep this silly smile on my face when my whole body is tingling from the sensations my wondering mind has created.

“When are you available to start working?” I am ready right now. Let me just lock the door so we won’t be interrupted. Let me take off these stifling clothes. Can he smell my heat? I smell my heat and it is intoxicating. Are my eyes smoky? Can he tell? Shit I want to fuck him so bad. If I say this to him will I lose the possibility of getting hired. “I am available for work anytime.”

When I get up will I leave a wet spot on the chair? Will he notice? If my husband would fuck me right I wouldn’t be in here fantasizing about a man I don’t know. A man who could possibly be my new boss. Oh my gosh what is wrong with me. Being undersexed is not all that it is cracked up to be. I just want to put my fingers on my clit and massage it while he watches. I want him to take his hard dick and slap me with it. Will he do so if I asked?

As I put my finger in my mouth and suck on it I can see his eyes get wide. Oh shit, I didn’t just do that did I? Damn girlie get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. “Well, I think this interview is done, I plan to make a decision within the week, you should hear from me by Friday either way.” As I shake his hand to leave I wonder if he is thinking about the way I unconsciously sucked my index finger. I was imaging it was his dick. I bet his dick is big, fat, and juicy. I bet he has big veins, I bet he would love if I licked his veins from the base to the head. “Great, I hope to hear from you soon. I am really looking forward to working  you. I mean to working with you.” Whew. I gotta get a handle on myself.

Now that I am back in the car with a throbbing clit and wet pussy I need to take care of this before I leave. Thank goodness for tinted windows. Aww…my clit has been waiting for some type of stimulation and masturbation is better than nothing. My right nipple is sensitive as I twirl it between my fingers I imagine that it is my interviewer. As I rub my clit in circular motions I see my interviewer licking my clit. Aah..so good. Oh my so good. As I get the motion on my clit going and pinch my nipples at the same time I can feel the sensations of my body come alive, jumping up and down ready for release. And finally sweet release. I put my fingers inside of me and then lick off my juices. Sweet they taste so sweet. I betcha they would taste even sweeter on his dick. I hope I get this job.

I sucked his dick tonight until he came. I was glad when he finally came. I think I sucked his dick for about 30 minutes maybe more. Next time I will try to time myself. In the beginning I was somewhat turned on. He did do something different tonight that really surprised me. He rubbed my back and kissed me closed mouth on my lips, neck, and cheeks but just when I started to relax and enjoy the attention he stopped and turned over on his back signaling me to suck his dick. This is the same routine we go through every time we have sex. He lies on his back and grabs his dick signaling me to suck it. It never changes but hoping to get something out of it like dick penetration I sucked his dick; it’s something I have done a lot. Since the sex between us is so sparse I am willing to suffer through the dick sucking just for the hopes of feeling his dick inside my wet pussy.

I started zoning out while sucking his dick thinking about my Waffle House experience a few weeks ago in order to keep myself aroused. It is in these moments that I miss being single the most. I miss the thrill of the prowl, the excitement of a new partner, and new adventures at my choosing. The great thing about being single is if one bed partner isn’t working out you can always kick that partner to the curve and find another. In marriage it’s not so simple or easy to do. There are so many things to consider when contemplating divorce. I would rather my husband fulfill all of my sexual desires so I wouldn’t have to cheat and behave like the slut I have been behaving like lately but I can’t hide or stop my feelings, desires, and needs for constant sexual attention. Now I’m married  and stuck to the same hum drum routine each time we have sex which wouldn’t be so bad if that included my husband taking an interest in getting me aroused. But he doesn’t so I continue to create my own excitement and I feel very guilty in the process. Thinking of past encounters or current ones helps to ready me physically for penetration by making my pussy wet. My husband rarely prepares me and when he does it’s by spitting on his fingers and rubbing them on my pussy to make it wet.

But tonight once I realized he wanted me to suck his dick until he came I wouldn’t even let him touch my pussy. I felt like if he really wanted some pussy he wouldn’t just lie there on his back and allow or expect me to suck his dick for longer than 20 minutes or until he cums. At this point I became very upset and wanted to get the whole thing over as soon as possible. While I sucked his dick I just thought about all the errands I had to complete the next day until he finally came.

Minutes after he came he looks over at me and says what can he do to make me feel good. I mean really didn’t he already know the answer to this question? For real though, men can be such selfish bastards but if we behave like them we are holding out and giving him cause to cheat. I looked at him square in his eyes and said nothing and I meant it. I didn’t want a pity fuck. Besides I can take care of myself which I did.

Self preservation is what I am all about these days as it has become a necessity to my sanity.