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From: The Dark Lord Ziax <lordziax@gmail.com>
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Subject: Ziaxan Chronicles: The Job Interview
Date: Fri, 03 Apr 2009 23:42:02 -0400
Organization: The Empire of Lord Ziax
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So as many of my readers might have gathered by now I have a weakness
for fine, shapely legs. Likewise, I have a terrible weakness for
petite girls, so when this naughty little slut named Kayleigh walked
into my life you can sure bet I took notice.
Another young college girl looking for extra cash, Kayleigh showed
up at my club looking for work as a waitress. After a quick interview
with Carla, my manager, she was quickly upgraded to a direct interview
with me. Carla knew I'd enjoy this little slut and I was feeling
particularly horny that day. Usually I like to work the girls a bit.
I let them start out as a waitress, then convince them to dance or
strip, and slowly work up to employing them as call girls, and then if
they are worthy, claiming them as my sex slaves. Of course, once my
slave they often end up being brought into my underworld, lost to your
world forever. Kayleigh however was shrewd and intense, and combined
with my extraordinary horniness that day, I was certainly not letting
her leave without fucking her.
As Kayleigh sat across from me, tugging on her skirt, it was clear
she was playing the game. I could tell she knew how to use her sex to
get what she wanted, and she came to flirt in order to get her job. I
could also tell she knew nothing about waitressing, and had no
intention of being a waitress. She knew the rumors about Club Sin,
and likely the rumors about the modeling agency and probably figured a
slutty little treat like herself could make decent cash as a call girl
in a sex club. She smiled a smile of false innocence as she tugged
at her plaid skirt. Meanwhile I wasn't hiding my obvious interest in
her as I looked her over, even licking my lips at one point. Finally
after I had asked her a few questions about her experience, she lead
the conversation toward her real interest.
"I've never been a waitress before," she pushed her hair back as
she spoke quietly, "but I heard from a friend that you were hiring for
other positions as well. She called it an executive hostess or
something, said I'd be good for the job." As slutty as she was she
was shy when it came to asking about working as a prostitute, for that
is the code which she used.
"I see," I smiled, "well it is not bad work for a young, single,
fun loving college girl in need of cash. I am not sure you have the
ambition for it however." She frowned at me and insisted she did. I
stood and walked around the desk, sitting down on the couch along side
her, lounging comfortably. "Do you know what being a hostess entails
my dear?" I placed my hand on her knee, caressing her thigh as she
jumped slightly. She swallowed hard, visibly nervous. "Well dear," I
asked her, "let me hear you say it." Still she fumbled nervously
before getting the courage to say it.
"It involves having sex for money," she whispered softly.
"It involves being a whore," I stated coldly, and she nodded
nervously. "Let me hear you say it," I squeezed her knee.
"It involves being a whore," she said clearly, obediently. I could
sense her fear and arousal as she followed my command.
"Have you ever fucked for money before?" I asked her. She stated
she hadn't but that she had always been told she was good in bed. I
had no doubt she was, looking at her it was clear she had a talented
body. "Can you suck cock?" I then asked, she fidgeted only slightly
this time, it was obvious she was getting used to the situation.
"I'm fantastic at sucking cock," she whispered, licking her lips.
It was clear she wasn't sure where this was going, and was enjoying
the fear and mystery. I on the other hand, needed to cum.
"Then show me," I told her.
"What?" she asked, taken off guard. I grabbed her by her hair and
pulled her over, she slapped at my arm, protesting as I pulled her
face close to mine, reminding her who was in charge.
"I said show me whore," I said sternly and let go her hair. She
nodded slowly, fearfully, as she slowly slipped off the couch onto her
knees. She pulled her hair back, looking up at me with that mix of
fear and lust in her eyes that just drives me wild. Leaning over, she
licked her lips and swallowed hard as her hands ran over my crotch,
feeling my hard cock throbbing within my pants. She moaned out loud
as she felt it pulsate beneath her fingers, fumbling with my belt and
the button of my pants as I watched her intently. As she tugged my
pants down and my cock popped up, erect and hard, already glistening
with precum, she moaned, her eyes filled with hunger now. She was
overcome by sexual energies, but at the time, probably had no idea
what was affecting her.
"Oh my," she moaned, reaching out with her small hands to grip my
large shaft. Her touch was soft, delightful, the perfect mixture or
timidity and desire existed in her touch. She looked up at me
hungrily, pleading with her eyes for my permission. I nodded, and she
leaned forward, her tongue darting over the throbbing tip of my shaft,
making little circles around the opening as I groaned loudly. Stroking
the lower shaft and my balls with her hands she licked and kissed the
tip, teasing it as she watched it throb and grow harder. As she licked
it again she noticed Carla had entered and sat along side us on the
chair of the plush couch, leaning over me, hands on my shoulders.
"Do not stop on my account girl," Carla told her, "pleasure your
master, I am only hear to observe, as you may be working for me very
soon." Carla managed my call girls and my slaves, and took their
training very seriously. She leaned over and kissed my neck as I
nodded once again to Kayleigh. "Do as I say girl," Carla added, "you
don't want to make either of us unhappy."
Kayleigh swallowed hard again and wrapped her lips around the tip
of my cock, sucking at it, but taking only the tip in. Sucking and
kissing she worked the head, getting me harder, twisting her tongue
around the shaft, taking more of my cock in a little at a time.
"I think you could do good things with this one Carla," I groaned,
enjoying the pleasure of her soft little mouth on my shaft.
"I am glad you approve of her my lord," Carla kissed my neck and
massaged my shoulders as the college girl sucked harder at the tip,
and then bobbed her head down, taking the whole shaft into her mouth.
I could feel my cock slam against the back of her throat as she forced
it all the way in, and I groaned loud, griping her hair and Carla's
hair tight, hurting them both.
Kissing Carla full on the lips I let Kayleigh continue the blow
job. Her tongue wagged wildly across the bottom of my shaft as that
pretty little head bobbed up and down faster and faster. The tight
wetness of her mouth caressed my cock, as the power of my cock
intoxicated the new whore, driving her wild with hunger. Carla licked
her lips, eyes fixed on the work the little whore was doing, impressed
by her cock hunger, and jealous of her at the same time.
I assured Carla she would get her share of cum after Kayleigh was
done, and we both goaded the little slut on. Fast and wild her cock
sucking continued, my shaft glistening with her saliva. Carla didn't
want to wait however and fell to her knees before me and began to suck
at the base of the shaft while Kayleigh worked the head. I groaned,
gripping both whores by the hair as they worked my cock.
Their little moans and whimpers of pleasure as they doubled teamed
my cock only served to increase my arousal. The hard glistening shaft
throbbed as they ran their tongues up and down my cock, taking turns
deep throating me. First Carla, then Kayleigh, one mouth then the
other, sharing in my cock with wild hunger. Then they began to suck
at the shaft in unison, tongues and lips working their way up and down
the throbbing organ.
I groaned loudly, gripping their hair tight as I came uncontrollably.
My cum gushed out, showering both of them with the hot seed. Hungry,
wild, and desperate, they both licked at it wildly, wanting to devour
every drop. Once my cock was clean, Carla stood, taking her place by
my side again. Kayleigh looked up at me, her eyes fillled with hunger.
"So am I hired," she asked.
"Not yet my dear, not yet," I grinned as she looked at me with
surprise and a mix of fear as I added, "time for the next test..."
(to be continued)