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From: "Dana Most" <danadmost@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} INTERVIEW {Dana Most} (group cons) 
Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 13:10:04 -0500
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INTERVIEW - Copyright Dana Most 2001

THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY REPRODUCTIONS,
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   "Come in.  Come in, Susan.  Come sit with us on the couch."
   Susan was strikingly beautiful.  Black hair, cascading over her
shoulders, framed a perfectly symmetrical hispanic face.  She carried
her petite, slender, frame with dignity as she joined the forty-year-old
couple on the couch.  The couple, both gifted in the looks department,
shifted slightly to create a narrow space between them.
   "Have you met Roy, the owner of our company?"
   "No, Miss Russell," Susan responded shyly, "I know who he is, but
we haven't met before."
   "You're going to have to call us Claire and Roy, Susan, or it will
be impossible for us to complete the interview."
   "Yes, . . Claire."
   "Have you met Jerry Stoneham?"
   "Oh yes, him I've met," Susan added warmly, "I kinda like him."
   "Good. Good," Claire continued. "He'll be joining us in a moment.
   "Do you know why we invited you in?
   "No.  I'm not sure."
   "Don't be nervous.  We--" Roy's smooth effort to create a mood for
Susan was interrupted by a knock at the door.  "Come in!"  he said
loudly.
   The door opened to allow a handsome black man.  Dressed in expensive,
casual, clothing, he looked to be in his mid-twenties.  As he walked
over to plant a more-than-casual kiss on Claire, his hand brushed across
her left breast.
   "Sit down over there," Claire added, in a somewhat breathless tone,
as she gestured toward an overstuffed chair, facing the trio from across
the empty coffee table.
   Roy continued.  "We've asked you in because we're considering you
for a promotion."
   "How nice," Susan said quietly.
   "Nice for all of us.  How long have you been with Sexual
Adventures?"
   "Three months."
   "Well, I'll tell you . . that's an exceedingly short time for us to
be considering this opportunity.
   "Claire was with us . . six months, was it?" Roy asked, looking
expectantly at her."
   "Seven.  And even then I was flattered by the offer."
   Not to be left out, Jerry said "I was here eight months, myself."
   "So everybody knows why I'm here except me," Susan said, with a
lovely, disarming, smile.
   "I suggested, and Roy concurs, that we should consider you for our
VIP section.
   "Do you know what that is?"
   "I believe so.  Those our the escorts who are introduced to the top-
paying clients."
   "Exactly," Roy said with satisfaction, "That's exactly right."
   "But this kind of job requires a little more than a beautiful
body," said Claire, "I'm sure you must realize that."
   Roy broke in again, "What do you suppose we mean, Susan?"
   She sat there for a full half-minute, as she considered her answer.
"You want to be sure I can perform," she finally offered."
   "Excellent," Roy confirmed, "But more than just perform, perform
with style and dignity."
   There was a few seconds of silence before Claire prompted, "Style is
what makes the big bucks, Susan, anybody can spread their legs."
   "So?" Susan prompted in response.
   "So," Jerry jumped in, we're here for a good old-fashioned orgy."
   "Really?"
   "Uh huh," Roy put in, "Is that all right with you?"
   "Good on me," she answered, "Who's calling this dance?"
   "Roy and I will do the calling," said Claire.  "But let's all have
a sherry first.
   "Do a little loosening up."
   Roy fetched four drinks from the sideboard, and they enjoyed some
introductory conversation.  As they finished, and Claire was putting the
glasses away, Susan said "I'm loose!"
   "Help me move this table to the side, Jerry, " said Roy, rising to
help with the task.
When the table was moved aside, he sat back down but continued  "Would
you change seats with Claire?" As their two partners changed seats, Roy
leaned over Susan and began a kiss.
   It was a sweet kiss.  One hand was behind her head, cradling it, and
holding her head at the perfect angle to him.  The other hand stroked
her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, and came around again in front.  The
kiss was long and tender, it inspired Susan to trust this lover.  After
awhile, there was the barest touch of sex.  Roy's hand began to work on
the buttons of her blouse.
   The four people in the room looked eminently successful, perfectly
matched to the successful clientele they'd be servicing.  Jerry in his
designer jeans, and western-style silk shirt, complimented Claire in her
tasteful office dress.  Susan was wearing a woman's business suit, with
silk blouse, jacket and skirt.  And Roy completed the group in an
expensive looking suit, that could have been designed by Armani.  Anyone
who walked in the room with an income less than half a million, would
have known to immediately get out.  To insure that, the office door was
closed and locked.
   Susan responded to Roy's opening her blouse, by starting on the
buttons of his shirt.  But Claire spoke up with a caution, "Susan,
you're not on a clock anymore.  I want you to tailor your actions to
complement the clients'.
   "Don't try to match his ardor.  Let him keep the initiative if he
wants it.  Continue kissing and don't try to undress him until his
clothes start to get in your way."
   It was good advice, and Susan would've told her so, if her mouth
wasn't so full of Roy's delightful tongue.  She stopped work on the
buttons and, instead, caressed his chest from the outside.  By now,
enough of her blouse was unfastened for a hand to get in, and it did and
slipped under her bra cup.  Susan shifted her body to give him easier
access.
   Now she could feel her breast was exposed, and Jerry and Claire could
see her too.  It gave her a thrill!   The whole experience made her feel
so lucky, making money, screwing around with lots of pretty people, even
the fat guys with bad breath turned her on when she could feel the power
she had over them.
   A mouth was sucking her breast.  She could do the arithmetic, if
Roy's tongue was still in her mouth it must be Jerry sucking her tit.
"Oooh, that felt good."
   The hand on her thigh was in for a surprise, when it found out what
she was wearing.  She knew what would happen at this interview, and
she'd dressed in nylons and garter belt so she'd get a passing grade.
As the hand slid under her skirt, Roy broke off the kiss and she could
see him looking at her.  He was handsome.  She's heard that and that he
was extremely wise about running a business.  She couldn't be sure if he
liked her but she knew, by now, that she really liked him.
   Her blouse was completely open and Jerry was suckling on her right.
Her other tit was busy too, Jerry massaging it by hand when he wasn't
rubbing her belly.  What a lot of fun this was, and both men so good
looking.
   Susan's right hand felt for the cock on her right, as her left felt
the cock on her left.  Both were straining for erection against the
confines of their pants.  She wanted to release them so they'd reach
their potential, but satisfied herself by grasping what she could
through the material in hand.  They were fine feeling cocks, both
strong, both long and  both happier for her attention.
   Claire was there at her feet.  She was working on the clothing.  As
Roy's hand discovered the bare flesh of her thigh, Claire's hands were
unfastening the tops of her stockings.  She watched Roy's face as his
hand explored the edges of her panties, his brow was furrowed in
concentration and his tongue was licking his lips.  A finger crept into
her panties, followed by the hand that was tickling her labia.  Her
pussy was wet now, and so was the rest of her pubic hair.
   Claire's hands were sliding across Susan's thighs as she began
rolling down the stockings. So sensual.  First the left, then the right,
then hands returning to be with Roy's as three hands played with her
pussy.  She wanted to be rid of all this clothing!
   Fingers and hands were all over her cunt, massaging the outside and
inside.  Then Claire's hands were gone, along with both shoes and
stockings.
   Not a word had been spoken since Claire offered Susan advice, this
continued except for Susan's heavy breathing.  Claire was opening Roy's
belt, zipping down his fly, and pulling his pants down his legs.  Susan
shifted her hand to the outside of Roy's boxers until Claire pulled them
down as well.  As Susan grasped the newly freed cock, she could see from
the corner of her eye that Claire was undressing Jerry.
   Both cocks and one pussy had emerged from cover.

   "Suck me!" Jerry gasped, to no one in particular, and "Oooh!" as
Claire complied.  There was sound now, Claire's sucking sound along with
her purring, and Jerry responding with  "Ooh.  Nice.  There, there.
That's good."
   Susan wondered about the purpose of this interview.
   Roy finally spoke.  His fingers withdrew from Susan's snatch and he
gestured as he said, "Come lie down with me on the floor."
   It didn't take any persuading.  She joined Roy on the floor, leaving
the couch for the other couple, and lay on her back as Roy slid down her
panties.  He had a gift for sex, Roy did, on a par with his gift for
business.  She was sure of that.  His mouth was on her pussy, his tongue
was in her, his fingers were in her and then his hands were massaging
her buttocks.
   She exerted a little control.  "Let's take off the rest of her
clothes," she said, disengaging and standing up.  "I want to do sixty-
nine."
   "No.  Get undressed, you suck my cock facing towards me, and Jerry
will fuck you from behind--"
   Claire piped in, interrupting, "And I'll stick my pussy in your
mouth, Roy, while Susan licks my asshole."
   "Super!" said Susan, "but when do we get to the testing part?"
   "The test . . is to see if we have fun," Roy answered, "If we like
you, fuck what the client says.
   "By the way," he continued, his hand reaching out to her pubis,
fingers twirling her hair and stroking along her slit, "I love what
you've done with your hair."
   "Thank you," she answered, her hand now fondling his scrotum, "I
got a haircut especially for you."

   So after everyone was naked, they assumed the positions described.
It was a skilled little group.
   Susan held Roy's cock in her hand as her lips closed tightly.  Her
tongue pressed hard underneath and then swirled around caressing.  When
her mouth pulled almost all the way off, her hand would stroke up and
down.
   Jerry's stroke was arrhythmic.  He slid his cock, slowly, all the way
in, then jerk out partway, back in again, and pull out slowly till the
knob rested at the entrance.  Slide up and down along her lips, push
just the head in, rotate just a touch, pause, and then push quickly all
the way in.  It was taking her breath away, as if the cock was the bow
and her cunt the violin.
   Roy was taking it all in, but with body flat on the floor, there was
not enough opportunity for artistry.  One hand caressed Claire, rubbing
her ass and sticking a sliding a finger near her asshole, sometimes
taking the place of Susan's tongue, sometimes brushing lightly Susan's
cheeks.  The other hand was massaging Claire's tits, then moving over
and stroking Susan's hair.
   Claire was bent as if riding her horse.  Her ass lifted above Roy's
chest, her cunt pressed against his mouth.  It was a delicate position,
she didn't want to smother her boss, and she didn't want to sit on him;
with all of that, as she got closer and closer to orgasm, she mustn't
surrender to thrashing.  She slid her vagina along his tongue, sometimes
pushing down, sometimes withdrawing until she could feel his tongue
barely touch her.  It was another musical instrument, it was the drum
beating the stick.
   Jerry came first and fell off to the side, as Susan increased her
cock-sucking.  Then Roy came and come swallowed.  And last, Claire
jerked with pleasure and sang out loudly with pleasure for the group;
then she too fell off to the side.
   When all was done, Susan sat up on her haunches, surveyed the three
orgiasts, and breathed deeply as she wiped her mouth with her wrist.
Roy reached up and gently pulled her down, so they lay sideways, facing,
heads cushioned on the thick carpet.
   "You passed your interview, and, if you want to, it's perfectly
alright to leave."
   "Do I have to?" she whined, "Is everybody leaving now?"
   "I didn't mean you have to go.  I just meant you've got the job
whatever we do from here on.
   "But if you want to stay, I did promise Jerry a favor."
   "Tell me what it is.  Please!"
   "Jerry asked if he could get a blowjob from you, and I told him it
was up to you."
   "Sure.  I'd love too.  His cock looks like it oughta be
delightful."
   "You heard that, Jerry?" Roy asked.
   "Yup.  I sure did.  Whenever Susan's ready.
   "In a minute," Susan told him, "Just let me get my strength."  But
before the minute was up, she began speaking again as if to no one in
particular.  "Y'know, Jerry is only the second black guy I ever had sex
with before."
   "And that means . . , what?" Roy asked.
   "Oh.  It's not a bad thing, " she said, pausing again to gather her
thoughts.  "It's really good y'know.
   "Y'know how doing it is partly visual?"
   Jerry helped her along.  "Yeah.  It's probably why guys get off
watching two women making it.  What you see is getting you off."
   "Exactly!" Susan continued.  "With me, . . watching a black cock
going into me is especially erotic.  The black and white thing just
turns me on."
   "Well," offered Jerry, "I'll be really happy to offer my
blackness."
   "I want it," she said, " I never sucked a black cock before, and
thinking about it is getting me wet."
   "Then stop all this talking shit and get on with it," Claire said,
"I wanta watch it too."
   With that, Jerry got to his feet, and Susan to her knees staring at
what Jerry had to offer.  It was impressive, not because it was overly
large, because it was exactly the same size as Roy's, but because the
skin was dark, dark, ebony, a black barely touched with brown.  And it
stood out, pointing straight at Susan's mouth.
   Jerry stood there and let Susan come to him, which she did without
using hands.  Her lips slid over the head of his cock.  On the
underside, her tongue began to stroke, then caress, then stroke again.
She took her time, hoping Jerry's legs wouldn't tire.  After a moment,
with lips pressing strongly, she slid the cock deeper into her mouth.
   Both Claire and Roy were appreciating Susan's imagery.  The black
cock, sliding into the pretty white mouth, was creating a general
arousal.  Claire put her head on Roy's chest, possessively fondling his
penis, while Roy's hand played with her breast.
   Once, as Susan's mouth had just engulfed his cock, Jerry shuddered,
and  "Jeezus!" came out of his mouth.
   "What the hell happened?" asked Roy, grinning.
   "She dragged her teeth across the top and bottom, as she slid my
cock out of her mouth."
   "Doesn't sound good," Claire said.
   "Oh no.  It was just lightly, . . and when she slid her mouth back
it felt extra warm and cozy.  Gave me a chill.  I swear."
   "Hmmmm, I'll have to get a blowjob myself next time.
   "Aren't your legs getting tired?" asked Roy.
   "Yeah."
   "Why don't you lay down on your back, and let her get between your
legs to suck you.
   "Is that alright, Susan?"
   "Fine with me."
   "Can I fuck you while you're sucking him?" Roy continued.
   "I'd love it!"
   "So scoot," Roy said.
   While they were changing positions, Claire asked "What about me?  I
got urges too, y'know."
   "How about you lie next to Jerry, and Susan can take turns eating
you out and sucking on Jerry."
   So Claire lay alongside Jerry, while Susan, ass sticking up in the
air, had her pussy filled by a resurrected Roy's cock.
   Susan was busy, now her tongue plunging into Claire, and now her
mouth engulfing thankful Jerry.  Roy was busy, in and out of Susan's
cunt while a wet finger was stroking in and out of her asshole.  No one
seemed in much of a hurry.
   Finally Jerry came, after a steady panting and moaning buildup.
Susan swallowed some, and drooled some, and turned her attention to
Claire.  Susan was using her fingers and tongue on Claire while her
other hand diddled Claire's asshole.  And Claire came with loud and
explosive breathing.
   Now, just Roy and Susan remained.  Just when it seemed that Roy would
ever finish, he stopped stroking to ask a question.  "Susan, have you
ever been buggered?"
   "Just once.  And to be honest, I didn't like it," she answered,
almost collapsed onto the carpet.
   "Well," Roy explained, "I don't like it much either, but many of
our clients do, and it would help if you'd be willing to do it."
   "So you want to do it now?" she asked.
   "Yes.  If you agree."  When Susan didn't disagree he took that to
mean she was willing.  "Claire would you get me that tube of
lubricating jelly?
   "I want you to keep a tube of this with you, whenever you go out on
a date.  Don't even try it unless you're prepared.
   "I'm going to lubricate your asshole, and, to make sure I don't hurt
you, I'll grease up my cock as well."  And when Susan offered her ass
up again, he proceeded to suit deeds to his words.
   Roy's cock, fully erect, began its entry into Susan, pausing to let
the orifice open for each millimeter forward of its journey.  "It's
very important not to force it in.  Nobody with any decency would enjoy
it, if you had to go through this in pain.
   "Decency?  Fucking me in the ass?" Susan grunted.  "Surely, sir,
you jest."
   Her asshole was slowly sliding over the glans as Roy kept up steady,
light pressure.
   "You got turned on by my finger in your anus, didn't you?"
   "I liked it.  Actually it got me more aroused, but . . . "  With
that perfect word, Susan had to stop to catch her breath.  The head of
his cock was now all the way in, and the rest would be sliding behind
it.  It wasn't all that unpleasant.
   "You see.  Don't knock it until you've tried it.  I'm gonna tell you
a little secret."
   "What?"  Susan huffed.  His cock was all the way in, as much as it
was going to go, and Roy had stopped for a moment to give her muscles a
rest.
   "I'm enjoying this.
   "Perhaps because you're so sexy and you're letting me do this."
   "Well, I'm going to admit something to.  And I wouldn't say this to
anyone who didn't have his cock up my ass."
   "Tell me, Susan," he said, as his cock began making its outstroke.
   "I'm enjoying this a little bit too.  But don't ask me why."  She
stopped to catch a few breaths as the cock finished its slow journey out
and began on its way in again.  "I think I like you a lot, Roy, if I
can say that to my employer."
   "I think I like you a great, great, deal too, Susan.  But we better
not tell anybody or they'll accuse me of sexual her-ass-meant."

   THE END


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