The Interview Pt. 01

"I almost feel like I'm the one being interviewed now," he said, as he settled into one of the meeting room chairs across the table from her. She was in town to conduct an interview with a game developer during the big annual convention, and she had also arranged to meet up with the online friend that was now sitting across from her. The room was booked for another 30 minutes, so they had agreed to sit here and chat, rather than struggle to shout over the convention noise that dominated the rest of the building.

"Does the idea of being interviewed make you nervous?" she asked, surprised that she wasn't more nervous, herself. After all, she barely knew this man she'd met just weeks before in an online game, but he was polite and charming, and meeting in such a public place seemed harmless enough. They'd been flirting with each other online since they first met a few weeks ago. Nothing serious, of course, but she really enjoyed how sexy and special he made her feel. He was just as handsome in person as he was in his pictures, but taller than she had expected, which was a pleasant surprise.

He smiled and leaned back in the chair. "Not at all. I've got nothing to hide."

It was her turn to smile. "If you say so."

"I take it you've heard otherwise?" he asked.

"Maybe," she replied, avoiding his gaze as she continued to pack up her laptop and other belongings she'd taken out for the interview.

"Well, let's do it then - interview me!" he suggested. "You can ask me anything you like, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

She was on an emotional high following the success of her first interview, and was feeling brave. "I want to know about the women."

"The women?"

"Don't play dumb. I'm sure you know what stories I've heard, and you agreed to answer me honestly."

He leaned forward, obviously intrigued. "Okay then. What, specifically, is it you would like to ask me?"

She paused for a moment to consider, looked him in the eye, then continued boldly: "Are you really a 'tyrannical predator'?"

"Ha!" he chuckled. "Predator, no," he said, shaking his head slowly. "Pervert, yes."

"There's a difference?" She'd always been extremely fond of his voice, and discussing something like this with him in person made her flush slightly.

"Of course there is! A predator seeks out prey against their will. Whereas I've certainly engaged in perverted behaviour, but only with other willing, consenting adults. That's a HUGE difference. I've never once pressured a woman to do anything for me that she didn't want to do."

"And what perverted things do you ask women to do for you?" she asked.

That confident smile again. "You said you've heard stories, so I'm sure you already have a pretty good idea."

"But I asked you, and you agreed to answer me honestly." She wasn't usually this direct, but she'd already gone this far, and she wanted to know the truth.

"I ask them to cum for me."

She paused, swallowed, and said nothing in response. She had no idea how to respond, so she did nothing, afraid that any action or movement on her part would betray how excited she'd become while listening to him talk like this. Instead she waited for him to continue.

"Not many, of course." he continued. "I don't go around trying to seduce every woman I meet. But during the two years I've spent playing this game I have grown close to a few women, and we've shared some intimate experiences together."

"Intimate experiences?" she asked, thankful that the industrial strength air condition system in the convention center was keeping her outwardly cool even though the conversation was definitely getting her hot.

"There's nothing in this world I enjoy more than making a woman cum," he said bluntly. "I love women, I love pleasing them, and nothing makes me cum harder than hearing a woman moan my name while she cums."

Neither spoke, and neither looked away. She shifted slightly in her chair and wasn't at all surprised to learn how damp her panties had become. Her right arm rested on the arm of the chair, and when she shifted it brought her legs within reach of her hand. She toyed nervously with the hem of her sundress, waiting eagerly for him to tell her more.

"I don't think that makes me a monster. Do you?"

She shook her head "no" in response, not trusting herself to speak. She felt like she was under some sort of spell, even if it was just natural charm, and she understood already why some women might do just about anything to make this man happy. Confident that the movement was obscured from his view by the conference table, she ran her fingertips lightly over the exposed skin of her bare thigh. She realized how glad she was that her husband hadn't accompanied her on this trip, and she looked forward to replaying this conversation in her head later, once she was alone in her hotel room.

"Women seem to enjoy talking to me, and I suppose I can be pretty charming sometimes. But I wasn't kidding when I said I'm a pervert, and I guess sooner or later that becomes impossible to hide. Inevitably the conversation turns to sex, and then I just can't help myself," he explained. "I seem to have a way with words, and once I start saying dirty things women are usually happy to give me what I want."

Fingertips on her thigh were no longer enough. She shifted in her chair again, this time parting her legs slightly. Slowly, subtly, her fingertips inched closer and closer to her eager pussy. She ran her fingertips slowly over the crotch of her panties, thrilled to discover just how soaking wet she was. She had no idea what had come over her, but she knew she wanted him to keep talking.

"What sort of dirty things?" she asked provocatively.

"The type of things that make them want to do what you're doing under the table right now," he replied.

She froze. Her heart stopped. And she blushed so hard she could actually feel the heat race to her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she said timidly. "I don't know what..."

"No," he snapped, freezing her in her tracks as she tried to withdraw the offending hand from her crotch. "Don't stop."

"What?" she blurted out. "But I'm married!"

"So married women don't masturbate?" he questioned.

"Well, of course I do, but..."

"Then do it now," he interjected, "and let me watch."

She hesitated; shocked that he'd make such a bold request, and even more shocked that she was actually considering it. She couldn't help but realize that she still hadn't moved her hand away from her pussy, and that made her want to touch it even more.

"Don't worry - I'm not going to touch you. Just put your hand back between your legs and I'll tell you all the dirty things we both know you want to hear," he suggested.

She said nothing, but lowered her hand the necessary few inches and resumed stroking her swollen lips through the thin, silky fabric of her drenched panties.

"Good girl," he said, as she resumed touching herself, and she felt a surge of pleasure wash over her at those words.

"Cum. Cunt. Cock. Pussy." He enunciated each word slowly and carefully. "I've never been shy about using these words, or saying bold things to the women I like. I love women, and when I meet someone special I enjoy letting them know how I feel."

She was stroking her needy clit through her panties faster and faster, but tried to be subtle about it. It felt so good, and she wanted to do more, but she felt shy knowing he was watching her every move, and so continued to settle for just teasing her clit while he talked.

"Take yourself, for example," he continued. "The first time I heard your voice I couldn't help but think 'dear god, I bet she sounds magnificent when she cums', and the first time I saw a picture of you I got hard instantly thinking about all the unspeakable things I'd love to do to you."

An involuntary little gasp left her lips as she pressed harder on her clit.

"I'm glad you enjoy hearing these things as much as I enjoy saying them," he said with a smile. "My cock is ridiculously hard right now knowing what you're doing under there. And there's no need to hide it - make yourself comfortable and enjoy it!"

She slid lower in the chair, spread her legs wider and bit her lower lip mischievously as she finally gave in and slipped her hand inside her panties. Her middle finger stroked her drenched slit and all thoughts of being shy vanished instantly. She put her head back, closed her eyes, and let out a long, soft moan.

"You like hearing about how hard you make my cock, don't you?" he asked rhetorically, as one of his own hands disappeared beneath the conference table. "I had a feeling you were a naughty girl, and I'm thrilled that I was right."

Her right hand continued to work inside her panties. She used her index and ring fingers to spread her lips, and used the tip of her middle finger to rub her greedy little clit. It felt so good. Her left hand spread flat on the top of the table as she let out another moan. And just as she did, they heard voices in the hallway.

He held out a hand, palm up, motioning for her to hang on, and said "Don't stop - I'll take care of it"

He pushed back from the table, stood up, and walked to the door. An impressively large bulge was visible in his jeans, and he made no effort to hide it. He turned the knob on the back of the door, locking it withan audible click, but rather than return to his seat he came and stood next to her chair.

She froze as he came near. Touching herself was one thing, but actually fucking him was a whole different story.

"Don't stop. I said I wasn't going to touch you. Just keep doing what you were doing."

She did as she was told, and stared at the stiff cock barely constrained by his jeans as she continued to play with her pussy just a few feet away from him.

"I wasn't lying when I told you how hard I was. Does it turn you on to see the proof for youself?" he asked, as his left hand gently squeezed his stiff cock through his pants.

"Mhm-hmm" she moaned, rubbing her clit faster than ever.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he offered, as his right hand pushed the arm of her chair, rotating her around and exposing her legs to his view. "Such a dirty girl, with your dress hiked up like that and your hand buried in your panties. Now show me what you're doing down there."

Again she did as she was told, removing her hand from inside her panties and tugging them to the side instead, exposing her swollen cunt to his eager view. Her lips were visibly glistening with her wetness, and it turned her on so much to expose herself to him like this.

"That's a gorgeous little pussy you have there. I want to watch you finger-fuck it," he said, as he continued fondling his big cock through his jeans.

She stroked her drenched gash up and down and few times and then slowly slid her middle two fingers inside, moaning as she did. She began to fuck them in and out slowly, both thrilled and mortified by the sounds of her own wetness, knowing that he would hear.

"I love how wet you are. That's so fucking hot," he said, as he began unbuckling his belt. "Don't stop."

He unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped his fly, and reached inside the waistband of his Calvin Klein trunks to pull out his big, beautiful cock. It was long, thick, and the bulging vein on top and swollen head confirmed his claims about just how hard she made him. It was also less than a foot away from her face, and seeing his excitement made her fuck her pussy even more eagerly.

He ran his fingertips lightly along his full length, letting her get a good look before he wrapped his left hand around the shaft and began to slowly stroke himself. His right hand reached out to her and pushed one of the straps of her sundress off her shoulder. She took the hint and used her free hand to take care of the other strap, then pulled down her bra to expose her full breasts to him.

"You're ferociously sexy," he said, as he continued to stroke his stiff cock, "and I want you to cum for me."

She nodded her consent, and withdrew her drenched fingers to resume work on her clit. His eyes devoured her body while his hand increased the pace on his big cock. It made her feel so sexy, having him watch like this, and judging from his already heavy breathing neither of them was going to last very long. He put his right hand on the table to steady himself and began furiously pumping his thick shaft. She worked her clit faster to match his pace.

He let out a sexy little growl as he slammed his fist all the way down to the base of his cock and paused. "I'm so close, but I need you to cum with me," he urged.

She was close, herself, and attacked her clit enthusiastically wanting to cum together with him.

As he waited for her to catch up, a dribble of pre-cum oozed from the swollen head of his cock, which was now just inches away from her face. Without even pausing to think about it, she leaned forward and licked the pre-cum from his tip while wrapping her free hand around his shaft. He jerked with surprise, and then exploded inside her mouth as soon as she wrapped her warm lips around him. Caught up in the swirling torrent of emotions, she came right along with him, moaning around the big, bulging head of his cock as he filled her mouth with spurt and spurt of warm, salty cum. Her body shook with her own orgasm, and she continued to pump his shaft eagerly, not wanting to waste a single drop of his cum.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand up to his mouth, and then sucked her own wetness from the two fingers she'd used to fuck herself. He moaned softly as he did, then bent down to kiss her gently on the cheek.

"That was spectacular. Call me when you get back to your hotel" was the only thing he said before he zipped up his pants and left the interview room.