The Interview (The Hotwife Coach, #1) Page 2

  "Certainly, Mr Hatfield. Of course."

  Mr Hatfield explained to me that he'd like a second opinion. Some advice from a colleague.

  The door clicked.

  "Ah. Tom. Thanks for popping in. I wonder if you could have a look here. This is Emma. I'm going to be providing her with some coaching and I'm just going through her first exam.

  "She appears to have a very high drive. Masturbation at least daily. Quite desperate for sex outside her marriage. I'm wondering whether this might be the issue.

  Tom moved closer. Looked intently between my open legs.

  "How long have you stimulated her for, Max?"

  Mr Hatfield laughed.

  "Absolutely not at all. I've not even touched her yet."

  "Emma, did you miss having an orgasm this morning?"

  I really wasn't sure of the answer they were hoping for. The vulnerability of my position, three people looking at my arousal. Focused on my most intimate place.

  I explained that I'd had two small orgasms as usual that morning.

  "For the notes, Daisy. Enlarged clitoris without stimulation. Consider full orgasm training. Nothing to worry about, Tom?"

  "Oh no. Not at all. Not at all. I suspect you're right about full orgasms. We may find that she's not expending thoroughly. Never quite bringing her arousal down.

  "Shall I look internally as I'm here?"

  Mr Hatfield passed Tom a pair of gloves. He hardly seemed to take his eyes from me as he pulled them on.

  "Interesting. There's a lot of lubrication here but the opening's still quite tight. Two fingers comfortable, Daisy. For your notes. Do you have a speculum?"

  Mr Hatfield passed it to him.

  “It’s warmed. It should be comfortable.”

  I gasped as he inserted it. Catching my clitoris and causing another rush of wetness. I began to realise that I was enjoying the examination perhaps a little too much.

  Both men were staring intently between my legs. Methodical and concentrated.

  “Full length, Daisy. I doubt we’d struggle with that.

  “But there may be an issue with one or two of our larger gentlemen. Initially, at least. Daisy, could you make a note that we may need to look at a few stretching exercises? I have one or two gentlemen in mind who would enjoy taking Emma, but we’d need to prepare her properly first.”

  “Max, I wonder if you could stimulate the nipples again? A little extra arousal might help to open things up slightly.”

  I felt my nipples harden even before Mr Hatfield had moved back to the head of the examination couch. As he caught each of them between a thumb and forefinger, I felt another rush of desire.

  I felt the strength of the speculum pushing the walls of my pussy apart as Tom began to extend it.

  “Ah yes. Yes. I’m getting somewhere now. It’s tight - very tight, but modifying that won’t be an issue at all, I’m sure.

  “Nothing to worry about at all, Emma. I’m sure that Max - Mr Hatfield - will make sure we attend to this issue very shortly.”

  “As I’m here, I’m just going to try a little clitoral work. I doubt this will present any problems, but it’s best to make the examination as thorough as possible. We’ll keep the nipples stimulated for now, too, I think.”

  He nodded to Mr Hatfield and I felt the pressure on my nipples increase.

  “I’m very happy with these, Emma. Very happy indeed. Your breasts are going to be a very significant part of you attracting the right kind of pleasure, and you clearly enjoy them having attention.”

  Tom laughed quietly. “I doubt we’re going to have much issue at all attracting the right kind of pleasure for Emma. It’s very clear that we have someone with strong potential here.”

  Tom stepped back a little, leaving me stretched as wide as I’d ever been. I’d fantasized about being looked at this way. Having someone properly examine me. I’d never imagined that fantasy becoming reality.

  “Emma, I want you to breathe very carefully. I’m not permitting you to have an orgasm at this time - we’re going to address that separately shortly. I just need to give your clitoris a little stimulation and see what happens.”

  I felt a finger. The lightest of touches. Directly on the very head of my clitoris. Causing me to gasp with almost unbearable pleasure.

  He brushed it lightly three or four times more. Not so directly that time; more gently.

  “Yes. That’s much as I expected. If you could make a note, Daisy.”

  He hesitated. Forming the correct wording for my notes.

  “Clitoris exceptionally sensitive. Recent full orgasm extremely unlikely. Check ability to expend correctly.”

  “I think we’re done here, Max. Do you agree?”

  Mr Hatfield removed his hands from my breasts as I felt Tom close the speculum and gently remove it.

  One of them repositioned the bed, moving me into a seated position and bringing me to look straight into Tom’s eyes for the first time.

  He was a little younger than Mr Hatfield. Ten years or so, perhaps. His ocean blue eyes seemed to look right into me. I realised then that we’d spent several minutes in each other’s company and all that he’d seen was my naked body and my open sex.

  I felt desperately objectified, almost ashamed and yet aroused in a way that I’d never remembered feeling before.

  Tom turned his attention back to Mr Hatfield. “Have you completed the rear inspection yet?”

  “No. I thought it best to have the opening first. I wonder if you have time to help with the other part too, actually. I’d like to do a little observation of Emma being taken if you’re able to assist me?”

  Daisy spoke gently to me again. What a job she had, assisting these incredibly in control men. I wondered whether she’d ever be tempted to experience this process herself.

  As she guided me to a second piece of equipment, I realised what a rear inspection was to involve. Daisy bent to a set of leather restraints almost on the floor and asked me to position my legs so that she could secure me. She then whispered that I should lean forward, arms outstretched.

  I found myself face down on a second couch. Higher than the first and clearly designed for exactly this purpose. My breasts pushing against the leather. Standing naked with my pussy brushing lightly on the edge.

  Daisy fastened my arms to the restraints at the head of the couch. She whispered something about needing to keep me in position.

  Both Tom and Mr Hatfield moved behind me.

  Mr Hatfield spoke first. “We haven’t asked you about anal, Emma. Is that something you enjoy?”

  My speech was muffled by the placing of my head. I moved slightly to speak more clearly. Explained that I’d never experienced anal sex properly. I’d played lightly around there, but never been entered. Another fantasy revealed. Another shame unraveling.

  “It will be necessary, of course. Again, this is about attracting the very best gentlemen and the greatest possible pleasure for you. We’ll be gentle, and I’ll coach you, but it’s essential that all of your holes are properly available and properly prepared.”

  I felt another wave of pleasure and desire as I set my head back onto the couch.

  Two hands, possibly one from each of the men, moved against my hips. Repositioning me slightly.

  One of them moved away.

  Mr Hatfield spoke. He was closest to me. Tom stepping to the side, I think.

  “Another note, Daisy. Just note ‘from behind’. It’s no surprise that Emma’s figure lends itself to being taken from this direction. We find that a lot with our BBW hotwives. There’s a lot of leverage from the hips with this type of figure.”

  “If I step back for a second, Tom, perhaps you can see whether that’s something you agree with. I know that a larger woman is something you find appealing.”

  I heard all of them move a few steps behind me. Further notes for Daisy that I couldn’t catch fully. Something about three holes. Something that sounded as if they were talking about more than one man b
eing involved with me.

  “She’ll be presenting in standard lingerie, I assume, Max? Stockings would really complete the picture. And heels, of course. I can see that she’s desperately ready, but we do need to make sure that she’s properly presented.”

  “Of course, Tom. Daisy. Notes, please. Stockings. Heels. Suspender belt. And the training anklet, obviously, at the appropriate time.”

  I felt someone approach me. Only one of them now.

  “Emma. This is Tom. I’m going to complete this examination now. I have my cock in my hand, and I’m very aroused at the sight of you here exposed to us all.”

  I groaned with delight.

  “I want you to imagine placing yourself in a fantasy situation right now. You and I alone here together. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine what you might ask for in your fantasy?”

  I moved my head to the side again. Trying to retain a small modicum of composure.

  “I’d ask for your cock inside me, I think.”

  Tom seemed surprised.

  “You think? Are you unsure about that? You’re unsure about whether or not you’d like to be fucked?”

  “No. No.” I knew I sounded desperate now.

  “No. I’m very sure. I’d like to be fucked. I know I’d like to be fucked.”

  I heard Mr Hatfield’s voice from the edge of the room.

  “I’m making notes here, Emma. I’m thinking about your manners, and about how you ask for things. A lot of gentlemen prefer a woman to be very polite. Do you want to think about that for me? Perhaps think about how you might ask Tom to enter you.”

  My head was spinning. Out of control at the situation I was in. Less than 24 hours ago all of this had been confined to fantasy. And here I was, the opportunity for penetration by someone other than my husband. The opportunity to be taken in a way that I’d only ever dreamed of.

  What might a girl in an erotic story say here? How do they find it in themselves to just let go? To give into their desires?

  “Please, Tom. Please will you fuck me?”

  The words escaped my mouth. Thinking aloud.

  I felt Tom’s huge, masculine hands grasp the edges of my hips.

  I felt his cock site itself at the entrance to my pussy.

  Mr Hatfield moved a little closer.

  “Emma. I want you to be sure of this. Tom’s ready to take you, and his hard cock’s almost entering you right now. But once this happens - once he fucks you - you become a trainee hotwife. Your old life disappears, and you’ll shortly be signing a coaching contract that will address all of the improvements we need to make.”

  I felt Tom’s cock nudge a little closer to penetrating me. His hands tightening around my hips.

  “She’s ready, Max. I can feel how much she wants this.”

  I was losing myself. Desperate.

  “Please. Please fuck me. I need this so much.”

  Before I’d finished speaking, Tom had inserted his full length inside me in one long slow forceful push. I screamed with desire for more. Pushed back to make sure I was taking him properly. Unsure of anything I was doing and led only by my own lust.

  “Notes, Daisy, please.”

  I couldn’t believe that he was still adding words for my file.

  “Willing. Desperate. Some work on elegance needed.”

  “Fuck me. Harder. Please fuck me harder.”

  “Oh dear.” He laughed. He was laughing at my desperation as he pounded my tight pussy over and over. Pushing and grabbing. Riding me as if I was nothing other than an object. Exactly as I’d imagined being fucked properly. I’d never experienced anything like it. Never been filled so strongly.

  His pace escalated. Stronger thrusts. His cock brushing my clit with every motion he made. In and out. Deeper and stronger. Fucking me hard. Hard.

  “If this isn’t a hotwife, I don’t quite know what is, Max. This is a sensational fuck. We’re going to make a lot of men very, very happy with Emma.

  “And Emma? You’re going to orgasm for me. You’re going to feel an orgasm with my cock inside you.”

  His thrusts became more forceful again. Pushing and pushing. Relentless.

  “I’m rising, Emma. I’m going to be cumming inside you very soon. You’re going to be feeling my hot seed rushing into you. Filling you like the hotwife you’re becoming. You’re a slut, Emma, and you’re going to be taken over and over this way. You want that, don’t you? You want to be fucked this way now?”

  “Yes. Yes. Please fuck me harder. I’m so close. So close.”

  He grabbed me again. What would I call this? It wasn’t like sex that I’d ever experienced before. I was being taken. Roughly. Used, perhaps.

  I felt my orgasm. The beginning of it.

  “Yes. Yes. It’s happening. I’m nearly...”

  I felt a hand lift my face from the couch. Found myself looking into Mr Hatfield's eyes as he pulled my hair back from my face.

  "You are just sensational. Your pleasure in being taken so firmly is really something. You can feel him, can't you? Every inch of him filling your tight little hole. Your cunt. It feels good, doesn't it?"

  I couldn't speak. Found the energy to make a pleasured sound that became another moan as I felt Tom push himself further into me. Pounding his way further and further.

  "You don't need to hold back. You're learning to enjoy this. Just give into it. Let Tom's cock take you, Emma. Let him take you right to your orgasm.

  "You're going to be fucked this way often. I can't wait to share you. To give other men this pleasure.

  "She's good, isn't she Tom."

  "Beyond good, Max. Way beyond. It's a long time since my cock's felt anything like this. Absolutely made for hard, solid fucking. And she's loving it. Her cunt's dripping like crazy. The sound she's making as I fuck her. She really is something else.

  "I'm going to have to let go. Explode inside her. She's going to feel my spunk filling her, and I know that's going to take her over the edge."

  I hadn't thought. No protection. Just being taken, and now about to be filled with Tom's hot wet seed. I felt him fucking me harder. Banging against my clit with every thrust. Both hands pulling me onto him. Relentlessly taking me. Using me.

  Mr Hatfield smiled at me. "See, Emma? I knew you'd make a great trainee. Your first real fuck."

  "You want to orgasm, don't you? You're almost ready? I need you to be a good girl for me. You're going to cum, but you need to wait just a few seconds more. Tom's going to cum first. You're going to beg him. And you can have your orgasm the moment he tells you. Now, tell Tom what it is that you want in that tight little cunt of yours."

  All inhibition gone. I almost screamed at him, "Fuck me. Harder, please. Just take me and fill me. Cum inside me. Please, please. Cum inside me hard."

  Tom grabbed me by the waist, straining my tethered wrists as he pulled me closer.

  "You fucking slut, Emma. You perfect fucking slut. Feel this right inside you."

  His voice gave way to a gutteral, desperate sound. "Give it to me. Your orgasm. Now!"

  He thrust into me three, maybe four times, grunting like a wild animal just taking its pleasure.

  I couldn't hold it. As he filled me with his seed, I felt my pussy tighten around his cock and my orgasm took me over. My whole body in his power. Him holding me firm and hard against his erect cock. Holding it inside me as I writhed my clit against him.

  "Oh. Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes."

  Waves went through me. Every part of me shook. I was grateful for having been secured in place. Able to let the restraints hold me firmly. I would have fallen to the floor in that moment otherwise.

  My orgasm raced across me. Not just my clitoris, but across every part of my body. Every bit of me was shaking with being used, being taken and being fucked so hard.

  Mr Hatfield moved the hair from my face again.

  "Good girl. Good girl. An exceptional beginning. You were made for this."

  Daisy moved to unfasten my leather restraints. Massaged m
y wrists and my ankles as she released me. She whispered to tell me how well I’d done. How pleased both of the men were.

  I heard the door click and turned around to see why. I saw Tom leaving. Mr Hatfield shouted after him to thank him and to say that he’d see him in the morning.

  I was used to intimacy after sex. Not being abandoned in that way. But this was so different. I was glowing with the excitement of what had just happened. I’d never imagined that an interview might lead to this.

  Mr Hatfield instructed me to dress and to take a seat back at his desk.

  He smiled as I sat back in the chair that I’d first been in just an hour or so earlier. So nervous and hesitant about revealing secrets. Now so spent with exhaustion of the things I’d experienced. Tom’s seed dripping from me, soaking my underwear.

  “That’s a good face, Emma. Your make up looks dreadful, your hair’s so untidy and your cheeks are flushed with that unmistakable glow. That’s what I like to call the ‘just fucked’ face. It’s a remarkable sight, particularly in someone so new to this.”

  I smiled at him.

  “I feel strange,” I told him. “I hadn’t expected all of this today, and I’m so glad that I called. I feel amazing.”

  “I’m sure you do, Emma. It’s a very special moment to be taken properly for the first time. Tom’s quite expert at knowing what our new hotwives need. But you’ll be experiencing a lot of different men during your time with me. There’ll be lots of new things for you to try.”

  “Am I going to be accepted for coaching, Mr Hatfield? Do you think I’m suited to this?”

  He laughed at me a little.

  “Emma. It’s very, very rare that I see someone so perfectly suited. You’re going to be an outstanding student. I haven’t the slightest doubt about that.

  “I’ll need to see you again in three days. I want you to arrange an appointment with Daisy. Ken will need to attend too, of course. There are some issues that he’ll need to be clear on before we begin properly.”

  I felt myself flush bright red at the thought of explaining all of this to Ken.

  I needn’t have worried at all.

  About Ruby

  Ruby Harper writes about women losing their inhibitions and finding that reality can be even hotter than fantasy. Her stories are short, erotic and always feature dominant men who know how to take control.