My Job Interview
by Harry

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I wasn’t really satisfied with my job.

Not that it wasn’t challenging; it’s just that my superiors didn’t take me seriously. At 26 years old, standing 5’7 and weighing 120 pounds, they seemed to think of me as a kid and I could tell my moving into management wasn’t going to happen. I found an ad for a marketing manager with a small software firm and after sending my resume and making it through the phone interview, I was finally invited to interview with my potential boss.

I arrived 30 minutes early and the receptionist barely looked up from her book when she told me to take a seat and wait so, I picked up a magazine and tried to relax before my meeting. Shortly after I sat down, in walked a tall, well-built, seemingly cocky guy. He was about my age, good looking and stood at least 6’4” and weighed about 230 pounds. Immediately, I became insecure about my size.

He seemed arrogantly confident as he strutted up to the receptionist and introduced himself as a candidate for the marketing manager position. She giggled and flirted and was much nicer to him than she had been to me as she assured him her boss would be with him directly.

The receptionist then walked into the offices and came out to explain that her boss was on an unexpected call and would be tied up for another hour. She told us we could continue to wait but she had to leave for her lunch hour. We thanked her as she left the room

I tried to keep calm by reading but I really needed this job. I felt as though someone was staring at me and when I looked up from my magazine, sure enough, the cocky dude was looking straight at me. I glanced back down trying not to be flustered but I felt myself suddenly blushing and growing self-conscious. Not what I needed before this important interview. To cool down, I took off the jacket of my suit and laid it on the chair next to me. I went back to reading but could tell this guy was still staring. Was he just trying to psyche me out?

As I pretended to read, he casually said, "Nice shoes."

Without looking up, I said thank you.

He added, "Wow, look how small your feet are. Mine are huge compared to yours." I looked up and notice that his shoes are indeed huge. I felt perspiration break out on my forehead and I felt insignificant as I looked at his big shoes and compared them to mine. I have small feet for a man and only wear a size 7. His had to be at least 13.5, black wingtips.

"Damn, I'll bet your feet would be swimming in my shoes. Ha ha."

"Umm...I suppose they would," I said, blushing deeply and looked down at my magazine.

"No really. Want to try them on? I warn you, I've been wearing them all day so they're kinda hot inside."

"No thank you," I responded, looking around, embarrassed, hoping no one heard this odd question.

I watched him slide one shoe off, his damp sock clinging to his big foot. I couldn’t help myself. Those feet just looked so powerful and his presence so commanding, I stared with my mouth hanging open.

Without any question in his voice, he said, "Take your little shoes and socks off and leave them under your chair. Come over her and try my sweaty shoe on."

I gasped but obediently slid my shoes off and removed my socks and left them under my chair. As I stood, I wondered why I was doing this. I’m a man too! Why was I acting submissive to this bully? But still, I walked barefoot over to him and stopped. His huge shoe lay there and as I started sliding my little foot in, I could feel the heat emanating out. I slid my foot in and stood in his shoe, the heat his foot left behind burned against my sole and I let out a guttural moan as I felt my cock rapidly harden.

He smirked at me and kicked off his other shoe. I thought he wanted me to step into it so I reached my foot out for it. Instead, he pressed his sweaty socked foot on top of my bare foot and said, "No, no, no. Lift it to your face and take a long, deep whiff."

I was shocked at this ridiculous command. But, as if I had no will of my own, I lifted his shoe and pressed my face inside. I could feel the heat and smell the scent of leather combined with the strong odor of foot. The smell was intoxicating and I begin to moan and whimper into his shoe. I could no longer think straight and I just couldn’t get a grip on myself to stop.

As I took deep breaths in and out smelling that shoe, he reached out and rubbed the back of his hand against my rock hard cock saying, "Good little boy. Now tell me what you want." I could feel his thick fingers pushing against my crotch as he began rubbing my cock and brushing against my balls. My body was shaking as he rubbed back and forth on my shaft. I knew I looked ridiculous with one foot in his shoe, my nose taking in his shoe scent but I couldn't stop.

This was the most incredible sensation I had ever experienced and I truly appreciated this stranger making me feel so good. I could feel my dick about to explode in my pants and I moaned into his shoe, “I’m gonna cum.”

Hearing that, he stopped, pulled his hand away and commanded, "Take my shoe down and tell me what you really want and I’ll let you cum. Tell me like a good boy. Tell me what you need."

"Oh god," I gasped, confused as to why he didn’t let me finish when I was on the brink of cumming. At this point, I was so crazy with lust I’d say anything to cum. I finally let myself go and begged this stranger, "Please, please let me worship your big hot feet. I want to suck your toes and smother in your hot feet. Then I want to take your cock in my mouth and suck it like you deserve. I need to feel your big cock pulsating in my throat. All I want to do is service you.” I shocked myself with that outburst and was beyond humiliation but, at this point, I just didn’t care. And I also knew I’d be more relaxed for my interview after I came so as long as no one was around at the moment….

As soon as I said the words, he patted my rock hard cock through my pants and sat back. I felt so foolish, standing there, one foot in his shoe, a shoe in my hand and a rock hard cock that was beginning to leak through my pants. My balls were drawn up in the expectation of cumming.

“Just what I thought,” he sneered, shaking his head. “Pathetic.”

I was confused and needing more. I thought we had an unspoken connection. I looked at him pleadingly but he just laughed at me. I watched as he peeled his socks off his enormous feet before taking his shoes back and stepping into them barefoot.

He stood and said, "Here you go, boy. Here are my sweaty socks. Take them. Now, you are going to go down the hall to the men's room. The hallway looked pretty empty so you should be alone in there but if not, that's tough. You are to go into the stall and take off all your clothes except your briefs. Leave your clothes hanging in the stall and walk out to the sinks. Kneel in front of the sink in your little undies and bury your face in my funky socks. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT touch yourself at all. If you touch your cock, you get nothing. Understand."

Humiliated at my weakness I whispered, "Yes sir."

He said, "Good boy. Here’s one last sniff for you." And he pulled his bare foot out of his shoe and held it up. I leaned down and briefly admired his big soft sole and long toes before I pressed my face against those soles and sniffed right under his toes. The smell was so intense I could nearly taste it. All too soon, he took it away and commanded, "Now move."

I scurried out the door and down the hall barefoot, excited beyond words and also scared of getting caught. I thought, “What the hell am I doing? I have a job interview in a matter of minutes.” But I kept walking down the hall as directed.

I slipped into the men's room and looked around. I saw no one so I was quite relieved. I locked the stall door and took off my tie, shirt, pants and tee shirt and hung them on the door. I took a deep breath to steady myself and, with his socks in my hand, I walked out of the stall and over to the sink.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw that I was flushed bright red, my chest heaving in excitement. I dropped to my knees and held his smelly socks to my face. Instantly my cock was throbbing and begging for attention and precum was making my briefs stick to me. I wanted to touch myself but I knew it was forbidden. I contentedly inhaled his scent from the dirty socks, knowing that he’d be using me right here very soon.

As I continued breathing into his socks, basking in the scent, I heard the door open.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. What am I going to do with this dirty little foot-licking, cock-loving whore?”

I pulled my face away from his socks and see him looming over me, smirking. I was speechless at the subservient whore I'd become in such a short time. He stepped toward me as I knelt there in only my briefs, coming closer and closer until his crotch pressed to my face.

"Feel that dick rubbing your face, you little slut? You're going to get the privilege of sucking it very soon." I moved my face back and forth, feeling his cock harden in his pants, wanting more. Pulling away from me, he sat on the counter right next to where I knelt on the floor. Mesmerized, I watched his every move, my rock hard cock leaking more and more precum into my briefs. Reaching his powerful leg out, he began rubbing his shoe against my face.

"Kiss my ankle." I complied, planting gentle kisses on his bare ankle. "Now slide off both my shoes." My cock throbbed even harder as I slid off one shoe and his strong scent again hit me. I obediently removed the other shoe and waited for instructions.

"Good boy. Now tell me something. How bad do you want my big sweaty feet? Tell me and maybe I'll let you suck my toes."

"Please sir, I want...no, I NEED your feet. They're so huge and thick and masculine. Please let me worship you. I don't deserve it but I'll do anything for you. Just please let me have your feet all over my face. I beg you." I was shaking in desperation and sheer horniness.

He laughed loud and shook his head at me. "I've never met such a pathetic, filthy foot whore." With that, he pressed his big feet to my face. His soles smothered me and I gratefully took in the overwhelming smell of his dirty feet. I could feel an orgasm building, my body was shaking, feeling as though I might cum without even touching my dick.

"Suck my big toe. SUCK IT NOW!" I quickly swallowed his big toe, my tongue sliding between his toes, tasting his nasty feet and as I cleaned them with my tongue, my orgasm released and I moaned into his toe, sucking harder as my cock took on a life of its own and shot again and again, filling my briefs with cum. The relief nearly wiped me out and I knelt there sucking his big toe and shivering as my orgasm gradually subsided.

I pulled back, relieved after cumming, trying to catch my breath. "Thank you," I smiled. "It was like you knew exactly what I needed. I guess I’d better get cleaned up and ready for my interview" The intensity had passed after cumming so I began to stand up realizing how trashy I looked and felt. I also wanted to get out of the bathroom before anyone came in and saw me.

But he had other ideas. He pressed his foot to my shoulder. "Get back down there. You're not finished servicing me. In fact, we've only just begun. "Lick my feet. Clean in between each toe and suck every inch of my big feet. Now!"

After cumming, I really had no desire to play this anymore but I figured he deserved to cum too and maybe we could get it over quickly. "Yes sir." I moved my tongue up and down his soles, licking his big feet. I glided my tongue up to his toes, pressing my wet tongue between each toe one at a time, cleaning out all the built up funk between them. Then I started from his big toe and moved onto the next sucking each toe clean. After about 15 minutes, his feet were shiny and clean from my mouth. And all the foot licking I'd done had my cock rock hard and my orgasm building again, my body was burning even though I was naked except for my soaking wet briefs.

He held his foot out and looked at it. "Not bad. You did an OK job, my little foot slut. Hmmm...do you want a treat now?"

I had no idea what he was talking about but I nodded Yes.

"Reach inside your boy briefs and play with your little pecker. Make yourself cum for me. How does that sound? Get started, time is running out."

I slid my hand into my briefs and felt my hot hard cock. Standing before him, I stroked myself furiously, getting hotter at the control you have over me. He then reached down and picked up his shoe and held the opening to my nose. I took in his scent and moaned, rubbing my cock faster. The humiliation, the smell, the stroking; it was all too much. In no time, I was ready to cum again.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum."

"STOP RIGHT NOW! Take your hand away from that dick."

My eyes are glazed over, holding my hands away from my body, my balls ached and my cock was quivering after being denied that orgasm. I looked at him confused.

“Psyche!”, he laugh at me. I felt so foolish and more than a little scared of this guy. I wondered what I had gotten myself into but I didn’t have time to wonder long.

"Now take these pants off of me." Immediately, I reached and opened his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down. I tried not to stare at his cock but that was difficult as his thick 8 incher cock was nearly slapping my face. As I knelt and held his pants down, he stepped out of them and I left them next to him on the floor. I look up expecting he’d be happy and ready for my mouth.

"What are you doing????? You never leave my clothes on this dirty floor. Who do you think you are? Fold them nicely, you dirty slut."

Embarrassed, I folded them neatly and placed them on the counter. I then glanced down at his hard cock, so thick and angry looking. My legs were weak, I wanted to taste it so bad. I unconsciously licked my lips.

When I looked back at him, he was staring and smirking again. Shaking his head, he chuckled, "I've never ever met such a cock-hungry whore. You can already taste this big dick, can't you? Ask nicely, now."

"May I please suck your big cock... sir?"

"Hmmm...maybe. Why should I let you suck this cock?" He asked as he stroked his thick meat in my face. I was shifting from one foot to the other, crazy with lust for that cock.

"I need it, sir. Please, please let me suck your fat dick? I need it so bad. I need to feel it in my mouth."

“And why should I let you? What are you, boy?"

I paused, then screamed, "I'm a dirty cocksucking, cum loving whore. I need to service your cock. Please allow me to pleasure and service you. I'm such a cock slut I can't resist taking a stranger's cock in my mouth after I've worshiped his dirty feet!"

He then put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down, "Poor little whore. You were meant to be used, weren't you. Go ahead, suck daddy's big cock. Show me what a good little cock sucker you are."

Gratefully, I kissed his cock head, parted my lips and took the head in. I heard him moan as I ran my tongue all over the crown. I sucked the head hard, feeling it pop in and out of my lips. Licking all the precum off, I savored the sweet taste on my tongue.

"Take it, bitch. Take more of your man's cock."

I slid my mouth down, taking inch after inch until his entire cock was down my throat. I gagged a bit and started to pull back but he held my head firmly, my nose in his pubes. I tried breathing through my nose since his cock was cutting off my air.

"AAAHHHH...good boy. See? You can take the whole thing. Doesn't that feel good down your whore throat."

I was completely panicked but trying not to move. Finally, he released my head and I pulled off his cock and took a deep breath.

"Now you've seen what I like. Keep going on your own. Deep throat this big prick."

I dove down, feeling his pole fill my throat. It was easier this time since my throat was already opened but still gagged me a bit. I went down deep, held it there and then moved back up to the head and licked. Then down deep and up to the head again. I had a smooth motion going as I bobbed up and down, taking every inch.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and said, "Lick my nuts."

My tongue bathed his balls. I could feel how they'd drawn up so I knew his orgasm was approaching. As I licked and suck his heavy balls, he ran his wet cock all over my face. I'd never felt so cheap in all my life. With my mouth full of his balls, I hummed. I was enjoying taking care of his nuts when I felt his big toe moving against my wet, brief-covered hard on. I moaned harder on his balls, instantly I'm on the brink of orgasm. I guess he sensed is so he pulled his foot away. I suck his balls and tried to move my hips to find his foot for more toe friction to bring me to my much-needed orgasm.

He laughed again, "No, no, no, boy. Get back on my cock and work it."

I once again took his cock in my mouth and slurped on it. I'd never enjoyed a cock so much in my life and I was sucking hard and deep to please him. My lips were tight and my tongue was sliding up and down the shaft. I cock began pulsating in my mouth and I knew he was about to cum.

I looked up in his eyes and he asked, "Ready for a drink?" With that, he unloaded burst after burst of hot, sweet cum into my mouth. There was so much I begin to choke.

"Don't you dare spill a single drop."

I swallowed load after load, savoring the sweet hot cum. I didn’t know anyone could cum so much but I sucked hard to milk out every last drop of his cum.

I was proud of my work and could taste his cum lingering in my mouth and by now. I needed to cum so bad my cock was hard, wet and craving attention. I was about to reach down and stroke but remembered my place. I looked up and asked, "May I cum now, sir?" I expected you to allow me since I worked so hard on his feet and cock.

He gently smiled down, "Not yet, my little bitch. I still need to tap that pretty ass. Now get back to sucking and make me hard again."

I wanted to cry in frustration but instead, I took his soft cum covered cock in my mouth again.

I held his soft cock in my mouth, still sucking the cum out from his orgasm. I rolled it with my tongue and felt it gradually begin to lengthen. When his meat had again grown to its full magnificent length and I slowly slid my mouth up and down the entire thing. His meat tastes so good in my mouth, I start bobbing up and down like a man possessed. I was moaning and slurping when I felt him grab my hair and pull me off.

He held tightly me by the hair and looked down at me. "You're a hungry little cock hound, aren't you? Maybe I'll feed you again in a little while. Stand up now and step out of those wet panties."

I jumped up and tore my briefs off. They were soaked with cum and my cock was still hard and leaking. He hadn’t given me permission to stroke myself and by now, I knew not to touch it without that permission. Plus, I was really hoping he might stroke it for me. I hadn’t felt another person touch my cock in a long, long time.

You laugh, "You’re all kinds of horny, aren’t you little boy?" I nod in agreement.

“Do you want me to help you out?” Looking down at my cock, you add, “I can see what you need. You want me to do it for you?”

I’m so relieved that he’s taking pity on me, I nearly weep. I’m finally going to feel his hand or, I pray, his mouth on my cock. I assumed he wanted to show his appreciation for all the servicing I gave him.

"Turn around, spread your legs and hold onto the sink and just remember... you begged me for it."

I spun and bent over the counter, my legs spread, my cock throbbing in anticipation. I felt his strong hands on my ass, rubbing my cheeks and spreading them. I suddenly realized what was about to happen and I begin to pull away. As I squirm, he hold me down my the small of my back and slapped my ass hard, three times until my ass wass stinging.

"You wanted me to help you out and that’s what I’m going to do. I’m gonna take that tight ass and use you like the bitch boy you are!"

"Oh please no, not here. I can't take it like this. No one’s ever entered me! Please don’t, sir."

"You'll take it just fine." With that, he part my ass cheeks, and spit several time on my asshole. With his hand still pressing on the small of my back, I felt his wide cockhead against my spit-slicked asshole.

I made one last plea for mercy, "Please, please don't do this. I really..." But he stop me mid-sentence as he pushed hard and entered me. "Oh God NO NO! Take it out. Please pull it out. It hurts too bad." Nothing ever hurt so bad, my body was trembling in pain as I flailed underneath him.

'Relax. It feels better for me when you loosen up, so breathe and relax. This is happening with or without his cooperation. And only the head is in. You've got a lot more dick to take up this pretty ass."

Slowly, I felt his cock sinking into my tight asshole. Inch by inch, the torture continued. I'm trying to breath in and out but the punishment is too much. Then I felt him stop moving forward and I knew my ass was now filled with his huge cock. I lay beneath him, powerless and beaten.

"Wow. Your ass is as hungry as your mouth," he laughed. "You took my whole cock in one slide." Slowly, he pulled back, it felt like my ass is being pulled apart. He continued pulling out until his cock head popped out. I exhaled in relief just before he jammed hard and stuffed his entire length back up my ass. I screamed loudly.

"Shut up and take it. You begged for it and I'm obliging you."

As he fucked me, he reached both hands around and pinched my sensitive nipples, making my ass tighten on his prick. Harder and harder you pinch until the pain ran from my nipples down to my ass.

He began to piston in and out of my ass with his big hands gripping my chest. It still hurt but, at the same time, it began to feel incredible. I was moaning in ecstasy and begging him to stop at the same time. Just then I heard the door open as my face was pressed to the mirror and this strangers cock was deep in my asshole. In the mirror, I could see an older man standing there in shock.

"Get away from that young man," he yelled.

He simply responded respond, "Shut up and close the door before someone else hears. He loves what I'm doing." As my assailant talked to the man, he continued pounding in and out of my ass.

The man closed the door and watched, intrigued.

My man reached down and held his hand to my hard aching cock, teasing it with his fingers. I want to feel his fingers touch me but he only grazed my crotch. He held onto me and pulled back so just his cock head was in my ass.

Then he leaned down and said in my ear, "Let's show this man your trick." I had no idea what the trick was but I couldn’t think straight anyway. He lifted his leg up, cockhead resting in my sore ass and he rested his heel on the counter below my face wiggling his toes near my mouth. Without the older man hearing, he whispered in my ear, "Suck my big toe and I'll make you cum like you need so bad." And then he slammed his hard cock balls deep up my ass.

I screamed at the invasion in my ass and wrapped my lips around his big toe. As I sucked and moaned on it, he still didn’t stroke me but I didn’t care. I had this hot man’s cock in my ass and his huge feet in my face; I was in ecstasy.

Once again without touching myself, I was nearly there and moaned into his foot, "I'm gonna cum." Hearing this, he pulled his foot down and yanked his cock out of my ass, before pushing me down to my knees and stroking his cock in front of my face.

He looked at the man and said smugly, "See, this boy loves being used by a real man." As he pumped his big cock in front of my face, he said to me, "Suck my head, you're about to take my cum."

All resistance gone, I wrapped my lips around his crown just as he unloaded. Two shots hit the back of my throat before he pulled out and shot his hot load on my forehead, cheeks and into my hair.

"Lay on the floor, slut boy." I lay back on the bathroom floor, smelling and feeling his cum on my face. Standing over me, he milked out the rest of his cum onto my naked body as he pressed his dirty foot over my face. He smothered me in his thick funky smelling foot as he commanded, "CUM NOW!"

Laying on the floor, his big thick foot rubbing his smearing his cum over my face and pushing it in my mouth with his toes, I finally sprayed my own load all over my chest. Moaning gyrating on the floor, I came over and over feeling like I was releasing a series of three orgasms instead of just one.

Finally, I was spent. I lay under his foot, exhausted and humiliated gasping for air and breathing in his foot scent when he turned to the older man and asked, "So, we're both here to interview with you for that manager position. Which one of us do you think could control a staff?”