Getting Ready for Job Interview
by K Ali

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Victor was my room mate right after college. He was straight and always bringing girls home, but I think he knew how hot I thought he was. He was always walking around the apartment in nothing but his underpants--old school tighty whities--and socks. I always got hard looking at his big feet in his dirty sweat socks.
 
Victor had a swimmer's build--lean and muscular--and he hardly ever showered. I loved the funky smell of Victor when he came back from working out or from a long run.
 
One day we were both sitting at our computers working on our resumes for job interviews. Victor looked so hot. He hadn't done laundry in a couple of days, so he was wearing an old pair of cum-stained tighty-whities, and old gym socks that were dirty on his sweaty feet.
 
He was staring at the screen, rubbing his washboard abs when his alarm went off.
 
" Shit," he said, "that's my reminder! I only have fifteen minutes to get to my interview!"
 
He hit the print button and came over beside my computer where the printer was. His crotch was exactly level with my face and boy did it smell. My mouth started water at Victor's musky stench and I stole a look over at his package. Because his underpants were old, his thick cock and balls were just hanging against the thin fabric. I wish I could bury my face in the crusty cum stains.
 
Victor took his copies. "Dude, I'm so late," he said. "Do I need to take a shower first?" he asked me.
 
I shrugged my shoulders, trying to be nonchalant.
 
" No dude, tell me," he insisted, sniffing his own pits. Wow, I wish that was me with my face buried in Victor's ripe armpit!
 
" I don't know, Vic," I said again.
 
He stopped sniffing his pit and looked at my with annoyance and maybe a little mischievousness. "Dude, you are so going to tell me if I need a shower or not."
 
Before I could do anything, Victor grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into his armpit. He wrapped his arm around the back of my head and dragged me out of my chair. His thick, hard bicep was pressing against the side of my face and I could hardly breathe because of the rich, stank smell of Victor in all his masculine glory.
 
" Are you going to tell me now, bitch?" Victor hissed into my ear, laughing.
 
I didn't want Victor to think I was loving his sweat pit smashed into my face, and anyway I had always wanted to get my hands on his hot body, so I struggled. I wrapped my arms around his taut, muscular torso and tried to wrestle free. I couldn't budge him.
 
" Whoa, bitch," said Victor, in disbelief. "Are you trying to wrestle me?" He put his ankle behind mind neatly and shoved me hard. I tumbled down to the carpet and he fell on top of me hard
 
 
Victor forced my arms out to the side. His long, hard legs lay on top mine, his plump crotch pressed against mine. I wriggled to escape, not wanting Victor to feel the tremendous boner I was popping, but he wouldn't release me.
 
He forced my down and looked into my eyes. "You sick fuck," he said, laughing.
 
I couldn't move. I just stared into his beautiful face.
 
Just then the phone rang. I cursed under my breath. I had been expecting a very important job interview call, but it couldn't come at a worse time.
 
Victor smiled slowly. "I'm going to get that," he said.
 
He released my arms and walked on his hands and knees over my torso until his knees we resting lightly on my torso and his ripe crotch was hanging down just over my face. He reached for the phone which was on my desk. Grabbing it, he sat right on my chest, the rough, crusty underpants ticking my chin, placing his big smelly feet on my shoulders, pinning me down.
 
" Hello," he said into the phone. "Yeah, you got the right number." He inched forward then and sat right on my face. My nose was flooded with the funky, stale, stench of his cock and balls. He pressed his asshole right down into my nose.
 
" Jesus, Victor," I mumbled.
 
'Excuse me just one second," Victor said into the phone, and then stood up.
 
" Fuck," I muttered under my breath, but Victor heard me. He looked down with a bemused look on his face.
 
" Don't worry, bitch," he said. "I'm just looking for a pencil to take a message." He lifted once stinky, sweaty foot and pressed my chest down to the ground. "Don't go anywhere, kid," he told me.
 
" Yeah, listen," Victor said into the phone, "he's kind of busy right now, but I'll take a message and he'll get back to you."
 
Oh no! Victor was making it sound like I didn't want the job. I struggled to get up, but he kept pushing his foot into my chest. I could see the strong muscles in his thigh and calf spring to life forcing me down. Victor was too strong. I couldn't move.
 
" Oh, you want to set up an interview?" Victor said. "Well, I'll be sure to give him the message."
 
" Victor," I said, getting agitated. "Give me the phone!"
 
" Ummmm, will you excuse me a second?" Victor said sweetly into the phone.
 
" Victor," I started to say as I struggled to rise.
 
Victor picked up his sock-clad foot and stepped right on my face. I got a mouthful of his rank foot odor and my cock was completely hard again. "You are a persistent bitch," Victor said, grinding his foot into my face again. "Why don't you shut the fuck up?"
 
The bottom of the sock was crusted in dirt, and it smelled so bad I started licking it and kissing it.
 
" My foot doesn't make you hot enough?" Victor snarled. "Wack off, fucker!"
 
That was all I needed. I grabbed my cock out of my pants and started to jerk myself off as Victor pressed his stale, rank socks in my face.
 
As I started to moan with pleasure, Victor literally tore the old underwear off, his fat nine-inch cock sprung out. He sat down again, his sweat, stinky balls smothering me. I had the perfect view of his huge, veined cock, smelling musky and like cum. His gripped it in his hand and began jerking off while rubbing his balls and asshole into my face.
 
" That's so great," he muttered.
 
His big stinky feet were right next to my face. He pressed his feet against my head, then he spattered his washboard stomach with ropes and ropes of nasty, thick cum. "Fucking lick it off, bitch," he said hoarsely, pressing his stomach against my face. As I drank the cum from the hard ridges of his abdomen, I gripped his ankle and foot with my hand.
 
" Yeah, you want this," he said, rising slightly, pulling his left sock off, lifting my head with his other hand and stuffing the sock into my mouth. "Now, fucking eat it," he said, wrapping his muscular arms around my head. My saliva flooded my mouth, and I sucked on the rank sock as my cum burst out of my cock, my whole body shuddering.
 
Victor stood up, left me lying there, limp, his sock still in my mouth., drenched in his cum.
 
" Good boy," he said. "You got the job."