She objected, not mad at him, knowing that being the second interviewed girl for the sex-kitten position put her at a disadvantage, but saying she still wanted her chance. She liked his style, she accepted his desire for dominance, she wanted a real man to be a good girl for. It was unfair to her to not give her the same chance to win the position, etc.
I’m putting it in job interview terms, not how they ACTUALLY talked, but that was the gist of it.
He had been advertising for a submissive girl and she’d applied, but I’d applied as well, only had applied from “inside” the company, and I had won the job.
He agreed with her that he wasn’t being fair but didn’t want to sour things with girl #1 now that she had passed the onsite interview so well the previous evening. He was making an immediate hire, so to speak.
So as I was working on his nuts and his sack, after having made him a sandwich and sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, he was telling me that all my efforts were passing “initial” requirements and that even though I had “been hired’ as his live in sex-toy, it was on a probationary basis, not yet a permanent position — the cheeky bastard.
He was having two conversations at once! One with her on the phone, being civil and sympathetic with her, explaining what had happened. And another conversation with me, but one-sided as only he was talking and I was ball-worshipping and listening! Implied by what he was saying to her, with my part of the conversation consisting of how I held his balls and cock, and how I used my lips and tongue to lick and kiss and mouth his dick and his testes as he talked to her, but also communicated to me by what he said to her.
All I could do was moan soft enough not to be heard as I curled my tongue around his nuts turn by turn and used my hands to push one and then another of his balls into my mouth as I gently jacked his soft and spent dick to remind him I was there, even as he was “enlightening” me on his own actions these last weeks.
I thought I was manipulating him, while learning that he wasn’t as naïve and clueless as I thought. He was chasing me even as he was chasing her — and I was chasing him. I just hadn’t been clear-eyed enough to know it. Maybe he’d been non-responsive to my hints on purpose, and maybe he’d not been so naïve in letting me poke and prod around.
Rather than angering me at being manipulated myself, I kind of gained some respect for his sexual hunting skills at this growing realization.
I was also astonished at how frank and honest these two forty-somethings were with each other. They’d found each other online, learned over time the requirements and desires to date, I’m sure had seen pictures and chatted, and weren’t trying to play any games with each other — they’d gotten to the point where life was too short for that. He was treating her as an adult and she was treating him as an adult, letting him know she wasn’t pissed, she knew she was one of many girls that might fit the bill of kept and obedient woman, and fill the position of submissive fuck-slut, but she still wanted the position that I had won, if even temporarily.
I couldn’t help myself, I moved from his balls back to his cock, hoping he’d recovered and I could actually suck him like an obedient wanna-be sex slave should suck while he was dis-entangling himself from the sexually submissive female candidate that wasn’t under his roof, but wanted to be.
But he smiled at me, even as his cock didn’t twitch — he wasn’t recovered yet and used his hand to grip my hair and move me back to the tight set of tasty and heavy balls framed through his unzipped fly to put my tongue back on his family jewels.
The call ended with disappointment on her side and sympathy on his side. She asked and he agreed to contact her immediately if things deteriorated with me. If she hadn’t found somebody else, she promised to re-apply for the personal and private fuck-slut position immediately.
After the call ended, I moaned much louder with his left ball in my mouth, coming off to say thank you to him for breaking tonight’s date.
He responded by pushing me back, off and away from his balls, and onto my back, now completely naked and below him while he was fully clothed, but with his sated sword and his two big stones visible and large outside the fly of his jeans, while still seated on his throne, and told me to play with myself and give him a show.
And I did!
I was wet, turned on, engorged in my pussy lips, feeling submissive and obedient and dominated by his will and skill, reflecting on the fact that all along, he had known I was after him and was putting me off only to increase my desire and determination so that if it happened, it would be even more on his terms than on my own.
I rubbed my pussy, amazed at how good my cunt-lips felt, and how puffy and engorged they were, after making him lunch, sucking his cock, swallowing his cum and then worshipping his balls while he talked to my competitor for the open position of sub-slut for Mr. M. I was totally turned on by the situation as it had developed, after I had offered my handcuffed nude body to him last night, and he had ravished me rather than rejecting me.
My fingers felt so good rubbing against my little girl parts that I knew I’d cum immediately if I touched my clit even a little bit hard and I didn’t want to cum too soon, since he wanted a show. I wanted him to enjoy watching me touch myself wantonly as I hiked my knees up, spread my legs wide, spread my pussy lips with the fingers of my right hand to show him my pink meat while I rubbed my tits and pinched my nipples with my left hand.
I actually put my legs on the front of his club chair, one on each side, and scooted a bit closer to him, I was so turned on and feeling so slutty and obedient, but in a good way, a wanting-to-please-my-man way.
He used his foot and hands to position my legs to his satisfaction, just a bit higher on the arms of his chair, and nice and wide, on the rounded end of the chair rather than on the inside half closer to his seated figure, and I got closer to orgasm by the contact of his clothed legs and rough hands on my feminine and totally turned-on body.
Now if I touched my clit at all, soft or hard, I would get over the top.
“Are you satisfied, Lacey?” he asked. “Did I break my word to this other girl to your satisfaction? You’ve made me into a jerk, standing her up…”
“I’m sorry, Mr. M…I don’t think you’re bad.” I replied, rubbing myself and getting closer, in agony to cum, but at the same time not wanting to, wanting to draw it out for him.
“You’re young and tasty, but when you make me a fool eventually, I’ll go get a girl my own age. Maybe this same girl will be available,” he teased me as I rubbed my pussy helplessly.
“I’m not going to let that happen, Daddy,” I replied, unable to stop from moaning as I responded, I was so close to climax, lost in girlish fantasy. “Can I call you Daddy? Please Daddy!”
He was silent, not replying, just watching as I looked up at him, on my back, naked, rubbing my pussy, my legs on his chair, absolutely all of me available and visible for his viewing pleasure.