delve a little deeper....
Please note: This is a fictional story, not about me and does not reflect services I offer.
Content note: Group sex, coercion, bareback, anal sex.
Ever since I was a teenager I knew I wanted to work in The City. After a school trip to The Tower of London where I sneaked off for a wander and found myself in the Square Mile I knew I wanted to be a part of that world. I loved the way everyone seemed to be striding purposefully to where they wanted to be. I loved the fact that ancient churches nestled between sky reaching glass towers and the sense of history hidden between the facades of international monetary organisations.
I didn't have to work very hard at school to get the three A grades I needed to take me to one of better universities after refusing to try for Oxbridge based on some long forgotten teenage notion of rebellion. My first class Economics degree came easily and I was proud of it despite the whisperings of my fellow students that my success was mainly down to sleeping with at least three of my lecturers.
All rubbish of course, I wasn't sleeping with any of my lecturers. I was merely fucking the head of the business school and that made no difference to my grades. The guilt of a 50 odd year old man screwing one of his students made him far harder on me than I deserved. His high expectations of me coupled with a paranoid fear of being rumbled meant I actually needed to work harder to get my first.
I left university grateful for his initiation into kinky sex and almost more so for his pillow talk which generally involved tales of his time in the finance world. The tales of fast living, stupidly high bonuses, insider trading and covered up scandals fascinated me. I was also vaguely aware that anyone who left their chosen profession to teach was generally because they had failed or couldn’t hack it.
After the obligatory gap year where I wandered half heartedly round South America wondering why I had for once followed the herd into wasting my 21st year by doing something deemed worthy and life enhancing. In reality it meant meeting up with wide eyed Brits, Americans and Antipodeans who all wanted to drink too much and shag each other. After disregarding men, nay boys of my own age in the first term of university I wasn’t going to start having inebriated, fumbling sex under the scratchy blankets of a youth hostel now.
My urge to work in The City of London had not gone away and I couldn’t wait to get back and start my career. Despite hating most of my gap year and spending much of it having ensconced in a bug filled apartment with a Cuban dentist who liked to share me with his friends I embellished my CV to include my ‘life changing’ time in South America to balance my academic achievements.
I realised that whilst I had the theory of the world’s financial markets sewn up in my honours degree I wasn't actually much use to an employer and that I would have to embark on the rounds of recruitment drives to get a trainee position of some sort. After several rounds of interviews and assessment centres with various banks, accountancy firms and other city firms (I was indiscriminate, adjusting my CV and passion for whatever it was I was applying for) I found myself either not getting the jobs I really wanted or turning down the ones that sounded so dull I’d rather jump off Tower Bridge than accept.
My lack of focus and applying for anything that sounded vaguely appropriate was how I found myself in a restaurant in Spitalfields Market trying to make intelligent conversation and eat without spilling sauce down my crisp white blouse. The job advert I had answered hadn’t told me a lot, it wasn’t a firm I was aware of, although I had quickly realised that I really didn’t know very much at all.
The role was that of a trainee, trainee of what I was not sure but the blurb asked for a forward thinking, open minded young person with a head for finance determined to get on in life. Well, that sounded like me. Rather than the usual interview in a windowless office or cringe making group exercises usually undertaken for graduates, I was to be taken out for lunch to discuss the position followed with a tour of the firm’s offices and some practical tests. It was all a bit vague, but with my new found fuck it I need a job attitude I had gone along. Apart from anything free food was as good as interview practice.
The interviewer was a woman in her early forties, and introduced herself only as Hannah. I wasn’t sure what her position in the company was, she hadn’t offered that information when we swapped firm handshakes and it seemed a bit rude to ask half way through lunch ‘So what is it you do?’, I could only assume she was something in HR even though her style was most definitely not human resources.
We chatted about my travels and she regaled me with some rather risque stories about her experiences inter-railing in Europe when she was a student, making my very carefully edited tales sound pathetically jejune. We spent a while observing people around us, me being very diplomatic until the second glass of wine kicked in. My interviewers comment about a woman lunching by herself a couple of tables away included the phrase ‘her shoes are too shiny, one can only assume it’s because she wants us all to know she’s not wearing any knickers.’ had me falling about laughing and I was soon joining her in ridiculing our fellow diners.
I realised this wasn’t your usual run of the mill interview and fluctuated between wondering if this firm was very laid back or this was some kind of test I was going to fail at by being as bitchy and silly as she was or if she was just an out and out nutjob.
By the time we had tucked into our main course and ordered a second bottle of wine we were giggling about men who kept their socks on in bed and I had learnt nothing about the job I was being interviewed for.
‘You realise, it’s all about personality’ Hannah told me as she finished her final mouthful, ‘It’s not about your degree or your ambitions, it’s about being the right person to fit into our company.’
I nodded in agreement, unsure how to answer and wondered if I had the right personality.
‘Would you like to come back to the office and meet some of the others?’ she asked smiling.
‘Yes please, it would be great to see where I would be working... I mean if I were successful’ I stumbled over my words and mentally kicked myself for sounding assuming I had the role.
We didn’t have to walk far to the office. It was situated in a typically City tall glass building with a reception desk lined with attractive but efficient looking women and an aquarium stretching along the back wall.
‘We’re on the top floor’ Hannah informed me as she led me to the lifts. The lifts were larger than my bedroom at home and had plushy carpeted with floor to ceiling mirrors. I stood in front of them trying to surreptitiously check my hair and make up.
‘You look fine!’ Hannah suddenly said. I was obviously not being as discreet as I had hoped. I turned around to face her and she stepped forward looking me in the eye. Discomforted, I could feel myself blushing, it seemed rude to step away but I wasn’t comfortable with her being so close, the lift was big enough for about 20 people for goodness sake! Smiling at me she slowly undid my top button. Horrified, I remained rooted to the spot.
‘The men like a little cleavage here’ she said smiling as she moved my blouse collars to one side.
‘Indeed, so do many of the women!’ she said with a quite frankly lascivious wink.
Not knowing what to say I remained quiet as the lift came to a halt and the doors glided open. Hannah gestured for me to exit before her and I tentatively stepped out taking in the offices in front of me. Straight ahead was an open plan office with about a dozen people working on computers or on the phone. A couple of men in suits were bickering by a white board and occasionally scribbling words on it too far away enough for me to read. There were a couple of private offices off the main office, they had frosted glass so what was going on inside couldn’t be seen. Nudging me by my shoulder Hannah led me away down a corridor of closed doors. She told me to keep going down to the end. I hesitated outside the last door and stood aside as Hannah pushed it open. As she did her breasts rubbed against mine. I was pretty sure she did it on purpose but I managed not to respond outwardly and scuttled through the door.
The room was a pretty standard conference room with windows along one side offering a fantastic view over the city and the river. A man in a pinstriped suit stood up to greet me offering me a hand. I shook it and smiled.
Hannah introduced us and said that David was a senior manager within the company and that he was the person I most needed to impress. They both laughed at this, I nervously joined in. I guess after the very informal lunch I was relaxed and had suddenly remembered this was a job interview, not just a girly lunch. Not to mention Hannah’s behaviour had unnerved me. David offered me a seat and started to tell me about the company. Hannah stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder which I found slightly odd and not sure if she was being reassuring or simply standing guard over me.
At last I was hearing about the job and what was expected of me. It seemed like a good opportunity career wise despite the fact I’d spend the first year being nothing more than a runner and photocopying girl. However, the statistics thrown at me by David about the company and the high standing it had in the financial world were impressive so it seemed like a good place to start and I wouldn’t get too pigeon holed as they dealt with a broad array of markets and had several offices worldwide.
David then visibly relaxed and sat back in his chair smiling at Hannah.
‘She has a great body’, he said
I looked up at Hannah, maybe hoping she would reprimand David for his comment, but Hannah’s face was not at all horrified and she was smiling and nodding.
‘Yes, and reading between the lines she has the right, how should we say... disposition to fit in here!’
They both laughed again. I felt awkward.
Still with her hand on my shoulder Hannah stared to rub it, slowly moving down pulling open my blouse and showing more of my cleavage as if to show it off to David. I was frozen but also partly excited. Did I have to screw him to get the job? I wouldn’t mind, this was a great company and a fantastic salary.
‘We’re very open minded here’ David spoke again. ‘The reference from your university professor was excellent; he’s verified you’re just the sort of girl we want here. We work hard, but we also play very hard too. We need bright kids like you to bring up in the company but we also need girls who are sassy, fun and will keep my boys amused'.
‘And girls remember!’ Hannah added laughing. I laughed back; very aware of her fingers tracing a line across the tops of my breasts. Bending over me now, Hannah was now unbuttoning my blouse. I can do this I thought! David’s meaning was pretty clear to me and I did sort of find the whole thing a little bit horny. I was a little unsure about how to act; if they just wanted a pretty young girl to ogle at it wouldn’t do for me to be too dirty or naughty. I would let them take the lead.
‘Stand up’, Hannah instructed me. I stood. ‘Sit there’ she said indicating the large board room table. I shuffled myself on to it, my legs swinging off the edge.
My blouse was now undone all the way. Hannah stood in front of me and opened it up revealing my sensible white bra. I found myself wishing I had something raunchier on, but was hardly expecting anyone to be looking at it today!
‘Let’s have a look’ David said jovially as if asking to see my CV or holiday photos.
Hannah pulled my breasts, one at a time out of the cups of my bra. She stood back as if to admire them for a second before stretching her arms out and taking a nipple between each of her thumbs and first finger. I gasped as she started gently pulling and twisting. David was still sat back in his chair smiling. He was lazily rubbing the very obvious bulge in his trousers as he watched us.
‘Go, on get yours out too’ he instructed Hannah. She gave my nipples a hard twist before releasing them. She turned around so her back was facing me. I took some initiative and unzipped the long zip on her calf length dress. Turning back to me she wiggled a little and let the dress fall to the floor. Beneath the dress she had on a black lacy bra holding very full rounded boobs with matching knickers and suspender belt. She looked delicious, very very sexy and I was turned on a little bit more. She moved closer to me and pushed herself up against me taking my face in her hands and kissed me passionately. I responded to her soft lips and I could feel the excitement stirring in my sensible white knickers.
Hannah had her hands firmly on my tits now stroking, squeezing and occasionally flicking her fingers across my hard nipples.
‘I do love young firm titties’ Hannah said coming up for air and appraising me again, ‘but I do think you should give mine more attention!’
Jumping off the table I stood facing Hannah and took her much bigger boobs in my hand and started to suck on her left nipple. She leaned back with a sigh as I licked, and sucked on her. As I did her moans grew louder and David moved behind me cupping his hands around my boobs squeezing them tightly, just how I like it. I could feel his very hard cock pushing against my back. His hardness turned me on and I found myself wanting to see it, touch it and suck it. I decided that he probably wouldn’t say no and a bit more initiative would probably do me some good. After all this was a job interview!
Turning round I looked David in the eyes, gave him a dirty grin and sunk to my knees. Maintaining eye contact I fumbled at his trouser fastening until I had got his trousers down to his knees and his cock had sprung out of the gap in his boxers. Hannah had now sat on the table and was watching as she stroked herself through her knickers. I teased David’s cock by gently taking it in my hands and licking up and down the shaft swirling my tongue around his glistening bell end and licking up the precum that he was leaking in copious amounts.
‘I think you should fuck her’ Hannah suggested, as I looked up she was licking her own fingers and I caught a glimpse of her wet cunt peeking out from her knickers. I liked the idea she was fingering herself as she watched me and wished I’d seen that part.
David had kicked his shoes off and was now pulling his trousers off taking his underwear with them. His large hard cock was almost straining, he was desperate to fuck someone. Wanting to show willing I unhooked my skirt letting it drop to the floor so I was left standing in my tights, knickers and bra which was still pulled down revealing my tits. I unhooked the bra and threw it to the floor. As I went to pull down my tights David grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms up above my head. He deftly slid his cock between my legs and started thrusting. I was pushed back against the table and his grip on my wrists had tightened. The rubbing against my pussy and clit had me moaning and I could feel myself getting damp. He started kissing me with ferocious passion fuelling my desire to get screwed hard. His strength and forcefulness was a huge turn on.
As David continued to grind his hard cock between my legs he lowered his head to start licking and biting on my tits. From the corner of my eye I spotted Hannah fiddling around with a laptop. She then used a remote control to lower a screen on the wall. Wondering what she was doing I watched as before my eyes I appeared. Well, my face appeared from behind David. I was hidden by his sturdy naked body including his rather pert bottom. I looked about for the camera which must be projecting the room onto the large screen. As I looked the door burst open and three men practically fell into the room, like a bunch of over excited puppies.
‘Hello boys!’ Hannah said smiling, totally unphased that she was in nothing but sexy black lingerie.
‘You’ve finally got the hang of the technology then!’ the older of the men said to her grinning widely.
‘Yes, I think so you cheeky git!’ she replied, ‘I assume our little party is in full technicolor on the main room wall?’
‘Oh yes!’ The men all grinned and nodded and turned their attention onto me.
‘This the new trainee?’ another man asked looking at me.
I was flushed, ponytail dishevelled and wearing nothing but a pair of tights and white knickers. I glanced at myself on the screen. David hand moved away and was idly stroking my nipple. Hannah told them that I was being interviewed and she wanted some more opinions on my suitability for the job. She told them to introduce themselves to me.
The older man strode over and stood in front of me.
‘I’m Vince, you are seriously foxy’ he said running his hands over my nipples lightly and staring me hard in the eyes. I returned his gaze and smiled back.
‘You’re not so bad yourself!’ I replied cheekily, causing raucous laughter from the others in the room.
‘Ahh a cheeky slut!’ he said lifting me by the waist and back onto the table. He pushed me back so I was flat on my back. Pushing himself between my legs he opened them wide.
‘We need to lose these!’ he said pulling my tights away from my skin on my thigh and pushing a finger through the 10 denier. A short moment later he was ripping away at my tights and had made a huge hole between my legs. He pulled and ripped for a few seconds more and my tights were in tatters around my ankles.
‘Do you mind?’ Vince asked of David as he undid his trousers.
‘Not at all, go for it mate!’ David replied still stroking is cock. ‘I told you you could have first dibs on the next one after that huge deal you pulled off!’
Now naked from the waist down, Vince had not bothered to remove his tie, shirt or cufflinks. He got up onto the table and steadied himself above me, his legs between mine. His fat cock was hard and despite the randomness of the situation I was desperate to feel a cock inside me. I was as horny as all hell.
‘I can’t stay long’ he said looking down on me, as he did one hand went between my legs. ‘Feels like you’re already gagging for it slut.’
He brought his hand up to his mouth sucking on his long fingers which were wet with my juices. Placing his hand back on the table he steadied himself and started to push himself into me.
Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips and started to push myself into him in rhythm with his strokes. I could feel that the others were watching me and I liked it, I have always liked a crowd and the whole situation turned me on hugely, not to mention Vince’s fat cock inside me was really doing it for me. Vince was really banging me now, I was gasping with pleasure at each thrust. He was muttering about what a cock hungry whore I was and to be honest I couldn’t disagree.
‘I thought I told you two to introduce yourselves’ I heard Hannah say from across the room. Within seconds the other two men had clambered onto the table and were kneeling each side of my head.
‘Hi, I’m Rufus’ a man probably only a year or two older than me said. He had a smiling friendly face and a shock of floppy ginger hair. His cock was resting on my cheek and I turned to take it into my mouth. I didn’t think he’d mind!
As I sucked on his length Vince had slowed down a little and was watching me. It was hard to keep Rufus’s cock in my mouth as I was jolted back and forth by Vince screwing me. Rufus didn’t seem to mind and held his cock at the base and guiding it in and out of my mouth. As I sucked the third man was caressing my tits. Although I couldn’t look at him he introduced himself as Sam and told me that he was head of acquisitions and that Rufus was last year’s trainee and how it would be great to get a new girl in.
From what I had seen Sam was a big black man, with big white teeth and a smiley face. He seemed the kind of man who looked an absolute sweetie when happy, but probably very scary if you pissed him off. As he chatted to me, which quite frankly I couldn’t follow what with the sucking and fucking I found his cock with my hand and started to stroke it. He was hardening and growing to a very very impressive size. I knew those stereotypes had to have some substance!
Suddenly, with a loud grunt Vince had pushed deep into me and I could feel his cock throbbing hard as his hot spunk flooded into me. As he pulled out of me I felt a trickle of cum slide down my pussy lips. Leaping off the table Vince started to grab his clothes.
‘Top fuck’! He called over to me, ‘sorry I can’t stay, gotta be at the Bank of England like half an hour ago. Hope to see you again; I want to rip all your clothes off next time!’
‘Hang on a minute’ Hannah interrupted, ‘you can’t go stinking of cum and cunt’ she chided him like a mother complaining her son had dinner round his mouth. In a very unmotherly fashion she dropped to her knees and started to suck and lick his cock cleaning it of my slippery juices and his spunk.
‘Mmm, you do taste good’ she murmured between mouthfuls of dick ‘You must come see me later and let me have a full load, It’s been ages’.
‘Oh come here Hannah!’ Rufus called over having pulled his cock from my mouth,’ let me give you mine’. He leapt off the table and playfully shoved Vince out of the way who was now scrambling back into his clothes.
Rufus shoved his cock into Hannah’s open mouth. David was knelt behind her clearly about to complete the spit roast, I was now sat up watching. Vince’s cum had made a little puddle on the table. I was wondering if I should mop it up with something, but was too distracted by Hannah doing a great job of both sucking and being fucked.
As I watched Sam wandered over to me and slid his fingers into my pussy. ‘I love sloppy seconds’ he told me. ‘Your snatch feels real good now’. I leant back to give him deeper access to my cunt, his large fat fingers felt great inside me and his thumb was grazing against my now very sensitive clit. I could feel myself building up to coming, my breathing getting harder and the urge to come was overwhelming. I held back because I was enjoying the sensation of being fingered whilst I watched another woman get fucked. As I watched Rufus pulled out of Hannah’s mouth and shot an impressive load all over her face, she opened her mouth to catch what she could, greedily swallowing it down.
‘I’m going to come Dave!’ She said breathlessly to the vigorously pumping man. He looked pleased and smiled as Hannah’s whole body shuddered in orgasm. Lucky bitch I wanted to come too. I leaned back and opened my legs wider and began to focus on Sam’s fingers inside me. I was getting close, I could feel my orgasm building and I was moaning loudly with pleasure.
‘Oh no you don’t girly!’ Hannah suddenly hissed into my ear. I hadn’t noticed her and David had stood up and come over to me and Sam so engrossed in my own pleasure.
My orgasm left me.
In a shocking change of character Hannah grabbed my ponytail forcing me to move as she pulled. She twisted me around so I had to hop off the table and stand facing it. With her other hand she pushed me over so I was bent over. Pulling my hair hard so I couldn’t move she kicked my legs apart.
I don’t mind a little domination so I was quite excited about this and opened my legs willingly. David now moved behind me and started to push his cock into my arse. I wriggled and tried to indicate he was pushing in the wrong place. ‘Ouch!’ I said as he prodded his dick into my arsehole. ‘Up a bit!’ I said half laughing, not wanting to embarrass him for not aiming right.
‘David!’ Hannah admonished. Have a little care!’ Relieved Hannah was on my side I relaxed. Not for long though. Her hand still gripping my ponytail tightly she suddenly shoved her finger into my wet and still spunky pussy, wriggled it around a bit and started to rub against my arse.
‘No, no!’ I exclaimed ‘I don’t do anal!’ I was uncomfortable now. I didn’t like this; my sexual experiences had never gone as far as anal sex. I wasn’t going to tell them that exactly, but nor was I going to have my anal cherry burst in this manner. I wriggled my body and clamped my legs tighter together protesting.
‘Come on boys!’ Hannah said and I felt the strong arms of Rufus and Sam manhandling me. With Hannah still with a firm grasp on my hair I was yanked about until I was bent over a chair. Sam and Rufus were keeping me in place with firm grips to my arms and body, Hannah was to one side of me pulling open my arse cheeks. Mercifully she had released my hair.
‘Just relax!’ she said.
I was caught between a mixture of fear and sexual excitement. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, I didn’t want my arse fucking, but on the other hand I couldn’t help feeling aroused.
Hannah’s finger was now rubbing my arsehole again. It felt OK, I relaxed. This wasn’t so unpleasant.
I felt David move between my legs and Hannah’s finger was replaced with David’s much rougher one. I felt a wetness land on me, I realised Hannah had spat on my arse and now David’s finger was working its way into me, to a place no one had ever been. His finger hooked around my opening and I felt his cock against me. I wiggled some more. Sam and Rufus gripped me harder.
I took a deep breath as David’s stiff cock pushed its way into my tight hole. It hurt. I felt stretched and violated. I also sort of liked it.
David clearly bored of taking his time made a hard push and his length was inside of me. I yelled loudly, it fucking hurt.
‘Give it a second’ Hannah said, to me or him I wasn’t sure but he stopped still, his cock deep inside my tunnel. I relaxed too and the pain began to subside. Hannah knelt down and I felt her fingers reaching for my cunt. She found my clit and started to rub. I relaxed some more and started to enjoy her attentions. I could feel my pussy getting wet again and I started to throb inside. David’s cock started to feel good inside me and I started to push back on it, my body naturally moving as Hannah fingering me and rubbing my clit bringing me closer to orgasm again. Sam and Rufus had loosened their grip on me and they were both now stroking their cocks. My arse passage seemed to have relaxed too and David’s cock started to slide back and forth more smoothly now.
He started to pick up speed again. The feeling was intense, still a bit painful but also very very exciting. I was still very vocal, gasping and moaning in pleasure.
‘See if she can take you too Sam’ Hannah suddenly said moving my hand from my now dripping pussy.
I stopped, confused. David pulled out of me (that part felt amazing!) and Hannah motioned to Sam to get on the floor.
‘Go on, sit on that big black dick!’ she said. I straddled Sam’s bulk and guided his cock inside me. I started to ride it, loving feeling so filled up by this firm black cock.
‘You need to keep still!’ Hannah said, not unkindly.
I stopped and David got himself into position behind me. I guessed what was going to happen so I moved forward offering my arse to David. After some fumbling about with both cocks I felt David push back inside my arse. As David started to pump my arse I was pushed up and down onto Sam’s cock. I could feel his breathing getting harder and he started to move his hips up and down so he was fucking me as much as I was fucking him.
Almost simultaneously David and Sam started to come. I could feel their spunk gushing into both my holes. Both cocks were throbbing, pushing deep inside of me as if to fill me us much as possible with their come.
Hannah clapped her hands in excitement! ‘Oh that was fucking hot!’ she exclaimed. ‘You were brilliant!’ she said to me smiling widely. David pulled out of me and I dismounted from Sam so he could get up.
‘Dirty bitch!’ said Hannah pointing at my thighs which now had come running down them. ‘However, young Rufus needs to come again! Can you take another one?!
Oh yes I said lying back down again on the floor. I opened my legs and looked at him, ‘Come here and fuck me!’ I said.
‘Such a good cum slut!’ Hannah said, ‘look how much she wants it! She reminds me of me! Sam, darling, give Jodie in HR a ring, tell her to bring down a trainee contact Tell her take her knickers off and prepare to assess how good our star candidate is at licking pussy.’
I know I haven't blogged in ages, It's not that I don't think about it but when inspiration strikes I get busy doing something and I then don't get round to it.
I've also started a couple on non sex work projects (not details for you I'm afraid) so that means I am a bit busier. I shall still be escorting as they aren't full time jobs and mainly involve me working from home and able to do flexible hours so I shall mainly fit these things in around my lovely clients. My availability page will tell yo what I'm doing when.
Anyway, I have a filthy story I wrote a couple of years ago for you which I will edit and post later, but for now here are a few snaps I took the other night.