After some time of doing shitty zero-hour contract jobs and a few other things, I managed to get a job interview at the very recruitment agency I had been attached to. It would be a pretty simple job, ring up people in the morning, give them a time and location, and see if they wanted the riveting job in a factory or a warehouse.
I had only just come out, as I found out I’m XXY, so my natural tits were growing in but I have my cock too. I still had aspirations of big fake breasts, but for that, I needed lots of money.
Having always had a bit of a thing for the office look I had quite a few outfits to choose from, but nonetheless, I settled on the classic three-quarter-length white blouse, a big wasp belt, and a black pencil skirt. My little confidence booster would be underneath a red cage bra thong suspenders, black fishnet stockings, and my black mid-platform heels. With my long pink hair, smokey eyes with nice eyelashes, deep red lips, and glasses, I looked hot as fuck. I had to resist stroking myself in the mirror. A few pics later and I was off.
The interview was taking place at a classic service station hotel. I was directed to sit and wait by a door by one of the hotel staff who pleasingly made lots of eye contact with my tits.
I walked over making sure to sway my hips and sat down giving the guy lots of leg to enjoy. The interview itself went a little like a car crash, he asked me did I knew the history of the company and why the company was better than others. I made a few stabs at answering them but got the distinct impression I was missing the mark. “Look, Willow. What are you really after with this position?” My future boss said looking between my eyes and my tits, I hadn’t noticed I had a little bra and choker showing.
“Well sir, I. Erm. I want to help others get jobs.” I replied, my mishap dawning on me, the embarrassment turning me on, my nipples hardening, my cock twitching.
“Let me just stop you there. Slut. What do you really want?” he said and my god it was a turn-on. Add that one to the bucket of Willow’s turn-ons.
“I. I want to be your office whore, used at your beck and call, and get the big round fake tits I’ve been saving for.” I replied looking down.
“Well then, I think I can make a position for you but first I need to test something.” He said standing up and walking over to me unzipping his fly.
I looked over biting my lip and reaching out to take his cock in my hand, quivering with anticipation. Slowly rotating as I rub his cock. my cock was rock hard. He directed my mouth to his cock. Taking it in my whore mouth I slowly bobbed up and down on it, massaging his balls as I do so. I could feel his cock getting ready to cum, so I stood up and continued stoking his cock. He felt up my body trailing up my tits, taking me by my neck he pushed me down onto the table. Hiking up my skirt, he had the realization that I had on some amazing sexy lingerie and my cock was stiff against my thong.
“Oh I, see Willow. Well, no wonder you were so good with your mouth. Let’s say every time you fuck me I’ll add a little more to the pot and get you your fake tits, I love a trans girl with big fake tits.”
“Thank you, Sir, that would be wonderful,” I replied as he led me over to the window.
“Now hands on the sill, if you remove them I’m going to cum all up the back of your skirt and blouse and you’ll wear your cummy clothes to work tomorrow.” He instructed sliding my skirt up around my hips and reaching round to unbutton my blouse letting my small tits out.
“Yes sir,” I said, bracing myself legs wide palms on the sill.
“Those tits won’t do. I need big round ones to fuck and make them swing when I fuck my whores.” sliding his cock into my hole.
“Oh fuck.” I said with a gasp.
“Mmm, of course, you like it slut.” He said, fucking me slowly building the speed.
Slowly, slowly. Going deep. Building to a hard fast fuck. Making me grunt and squeal. Pushing me closer to the window, fucking me harder, deeper pumps. My legs. They buckled.
“You dumb bitch.” He grunted then pulled out and came all up the back of my skirt and blouse, the warm cum quickly cooling and soaking into my clothes.“Now sit on the floor with your whore legs open and cum on yourself. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow, you’re getting new tits before you go to work. Before then you, my dirty plaything. You can pay off your debt. My private whore.” he commanded.
“Yes sir, thank you, sir.” I, replied soaking with precum, stroking looking forward to my new tits.
“Now fuck off.” He said as I came all up my front onto my blouse.
I stood up a little wobbly from the orgasm pulled down my skirt, did up my blouse and headed out covered in cum but up a job and new tits.
As I stepped through the door still a little wobbly I caught a guy checking me out. I gave him the best fuck me look and somehow he obliged and dangling his keycard and beckoning me over. Striding over trying my best to look sexy only slightly aware I had cum on my blouse front back and up my skirt.
“I hear the interview went well. Think I’ve got another job lined up for you.” The new guy said.
“Well I am in high demand now so I’d be expecting competitive rates,” I replied without really thinking through what I was saying or suggesting.
“Oh. I think we can come up with something. Follow me.” The new guy instructed.
I followed him into the elevator and he dutifully felt me up as we rode it. Feeding his hand up my skirt to finger my hole. I could feel his bulge pressed into my ass.
Upon entering his room he opened with his proposal. “I want a maid, for cleaning around the house but mostly one that I can fuck. I want you in a respectful maid uniform, but to be anything but underneath. I will pay you well and any extras I will stuff into your stockings like a good little whore. Do we have a deal? If you agree suck my cock.”
I quickly got down on my knees and drew his cock out of his pants. I was so amazingly horny after my first interview. Now I had another job and it was broadly the same as the other one. Slowly running my tongue up his long shaft, I squeezed his ass and caressed his balls. Lapping at the head, teasing it. He held my hair and pressed my head into his cock. Face fucking me. I could feel my cock yearning against my thong. Soaking it.
Suddenly he cried, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” A huge load came streaming out landing all over my tits and face. Leaning down he kissed me and then rubbed his cum into my skin.
“Did I get the job?” I asked.
“Yes, and you may only call me master. I will see you tomorrow at noon. That’ll give you plenty of time to get your new uniform. Here this should cover it. Good whore,” Master said with a little tremble in his voice. Stuffing cash into my stockings as he ejected me from his room.
