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The teenage girl was past caring who or what got her off provided the ogasmic torture stopped soon she had no way of knowing how long she had been kept in this state by the two, no three people using her body.
“Fuuuckkk” she howled as a cock or was it a dildo roughly slammed inside her tiny soaked pussy , “ homy god, homy god, homy god.” she breathlessly panted in time with the thrusts of her a****listic lover. It was him she realised as his spunk emptied inside her it meant,
The thought was never finished as she cried out with her own release before passing out in bliss. She never felt the four soft hands gently undoing the restraints or the strong pair of arms laying her naked in her bed.
“Thank you for your help ladies she was an exceptional candidate,” said the naked man panting heavily “will you pass my thanks to Miss McDougall. This one has passed the test with top marks.”
Earlier that day Samantha Chambers had stepped out of the taxi and stared what could only be described as a mansion in one of the most exclusive areas of the city. Despite the warm spring weather she shivered.
"You ought to wear more Miss," piped up the driver in a playful tone, "does your mother know your out dressed like that?"
Like what she thought, then blushed as realised that the bright morning sun was behind her and silhouetting her petite frame through the short white sundress she was wearing. It was obvious she was bra-less but then her breasts had never properly grown and were barely noticeable, combined with her slight frame and short height she was frequently taken to be much younger than she was. She smiled as she bent over to pay the driver, leaning so that the top of her dress fell open allowing him sight of her unrestrained boobs and pert nipples.
Still bent over she told the driver "Keep the change", her bright green eyes twinkling at the thrill.
"No need Miss, you have already given me the biggest tip I've had in a long time." he replied and leant back with a handful of change his eyes firmly fixed on her nipples throughout. Looking at his crotch Samantha could see an unmistakable bulge and smiled.
She watched the cab pull away and turned to look at the house again, a broad flight of steps lead to an imposing black door set with heavy brass fittings Doubt began to creep into her mind, was this what she really wanted to do? It wasn't too late to change her mind, she could turn around now, walk away and be back on the train home inside an hour. No she thought I've come this far this what I want, with that she shouldered her bag, pressed the heavy brass door bell and committed to everything that was to follow.
She fidgeted twirling a hand in her long flame red hair until the door was opened by a smartly dressed young woman who cast an quizzical eye over Samantha.
"I'm Samantha Chambers", she blurted out, her earlier confidence with the cab driver had evaporated, "Miss McDougall, sent me, I have an interview for the university scholarship.”
The young woman beamed broadly " the university scholarship of course we have been expecting you, I'm Rosalind, Mr and Mrs Weston's personal assistant. Come in we cant have you standing on the doormat all day."
Samantha followed the PA into her office where she sat as on a black leather sofa while Rosalind settled in a matching armchair opposite. She was probably in her mid twenties thought Samantha as she appraised the secretary, her hair was cut in a bob a shade darker than her hazel eyes. Nice clothes she thought, white blouse, silk she wondered, her black skirt was shorter than she would expect for someone in such a position and just above the hemline were those tan stocking tops?
"Before we go any further Samantha its vitally important we both understand the conditions attached to the scholarship, now exactly what did Miss McDougall tell you?"
Her face reddened as she recalled the interview with her teacher, Samantha closed her eyes and recalled the conversation.
“In order to qualify for the scholarship I will have to take part in a interview over the course of two days in the company of Mr and Mrs Weston. During that time I will have sexual intercourse with Mr and Mrs Weston and any other person they ask me to. I will be asked to perform a variety of sex acts some of will be for the first time and will be asked to take part in at least one role play session. I may leave at any time and may not talk about what goes on here."
"If I am successful in my application I will receive a very generous scholarship to include my own flat and living allowance. I will be allowed to maintain sexual relations with whoever I like provided I remain d**g and disease free. In return I will be expected to spend f******n days a year in the company of Mr and Mrs Weston. This time will include sexual intercourse with both of them and any other person they ask me to.”
"I'm impressed you remembered it all its quite a speech, you have a talent. Now you understand there are some formalities, may I see your identity document please?"
Samantha handed Rosalind her passport which was swiftly copied on her computer scanner.
"There is also the confidentiality agreement for you to sign and a documents outlining everything that will go on here and what will happen if you are successful. Please sign both sets and we keep one each."
Samantha complied and apprehensively handed the papers back to the secretary.
"Any questions so far?"
Samantha shook her head.
"Rightho," said Rosalind cheerfully "legal stuff done so we can start your interview now, please masturbate yourself to orgasm, we need to see how you perform from a standing start so to speak."
"Okay," replied the girl feeling far from it, what did she mean "we," quickly scanning the room her eyes stopped on a small video camera. "Are you recording this?” she asked somewhat shocked.
"Yes Mr Weston has had to go to an urgent meeting this morning and asked to stay in the loop, he will be back later and review the video.”
Samantha steadied herself for a moment and thought through what she would do next. With a moments hesitation she stood up and slipped out of her dress which were quickly followed by a pair of white cotton knickers.
Rosalind mentally licked her lips and watched intently enjoying the tiny teenaged body on display to her. Very nice she thought, this one has potential.
Laying down on the soft cool of the leather Samantha brought he knees up displaying her pubic mound to the secretary and the camera. A light down of unruly red hair framed her tiny slit.
“Is this what you want to see?” she purred silkily, lifting her bottom off the sofa opening herself to examination. “I’m getting very wet, look your sexy secretary is really turning me on. I could do with a big hard cock right now but failing that I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. ” With that she pressed her right hand against her pussy, arching her back while her left hand played lazily with her nipples. Her fingers we soon flashing over her swollen clit slick with the moisture she made.
"Bet you like what you see ah? Can't you wait to get in here, I'know I can't." she panted breathlessly. One finger slipped inside herself then two, her thumb franticly circling her clit. If it took moments or minutes Samantha wasn't aware of the passage of time but suddenly she felt the orgasm growing within her as she lost control.
As she regained her breath she composed herself and scanned the room, was Rosalind breathing oddly, it looked like the secretary had been turned on by her show. Samantha smiled directly to the camera and slowly licked her slick fingers before purring "Can't wait to meet you in the flesh Mr Weston."
Rosalind had indeed enjoyed the show a great deal and was in need of changing her knickers.
"Good, Mrs Weston will be finishing her morning swim very soon and she likes her coffee afterwards, come with me and I will introduce you."
Rosalind carried the tray of morning coffee into the marble lined pool room, Samantha took in the hot tub, sauna and large shower. The biggest feature was the twenty five meter pool and the woman in it. A lithe figure was cutting powerful strokes through the water as she swam the crawl, Mrs Weston covered her final length then walked up the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
“Hello you must be Samantha, I have heard so much about you" said Mrs Weston, in a cut glass accent as she extended a damp right hand. Samantha hesitated a heartbeat then took the proffered hand and shook it, Mrs Weston’s grip was firm.
All she could manage to say was a faltering, “Pleased to meet you.”
“You don’t sound very sure of that.” quizzed Mrs Weston.
Rosalind stepped in “I don’t think she is used to seeing someone swimming without a costume.”
“Probably not, but if she passes the interview she is going to have to get used to it, now call me Isabelle, lets have coffee and a chat shall we?”
Over the course of two excellent cups of Blue Mountain and questions about her exam prospects, university choices and so on Samantha took the time to observe her potential benefactor, Mrs Weston remained naked throughout short black hair drying rapidly. Her body was toned to perfection, strong muscles rippled beneath taught skin which was kissed with a healthy summer tan, Breasts were firm. a c cup perhaps and there was a well groomed patch of pubic hair visible. It was hard to gauge her age but she thought Isabelle was probably in her early forties.
As the conversation continued Mrs Weston’s blue eyes stared intently at the school girl, considering the best course of action. The second coffee was drained and as Rosalind cleared away she made up her mind.
“Time for a sauna girls we have lots to arrange before David gets home, I have some ideas I want to run past you.”
As Rosalind started to strip off Samantha realised she was going to have to get naked too.
“Fuuuckkk” she howled as a cock or was it a dildo roughly slammed inside her tiny soaked pussy , “ homy god, homy god, homy god.” she breathlessly panted in time with the thrusts of her a****listic lover. It was him she realised as his spunk emptied inside her it meant,
The thought was never finished as she cried out with her own release before passing out in bliss. She never felt the four soft hands gently undoing the restraints or the strong pair of arms laying her naked in her bed.
“Thank you for your help ladies she was an exceptional candidate,” said the naked man panting heavily “will you pass my thanks to Miss McDougall. This one has passed the test with top marks.”
Earlier that day Samantha Chambers had stepped out of the taxi and stared what could only be described as a mansion in one of the most exclusive areas of the city. Despite the warm spring weather she shivered.
"You ought to wear more Miss," piped up the driver in a playful tone, "does your mother know your out dressed like that?"
Like what she thought, then blushed as realised that the bright morning sun was behind her and silhouetting her petite frame through the short white sundress she was wearing. It was obvious she was bra-less but then her breasts had never properly grown and were barely noticeable, combined with her slight frame and short height she was frequently taken to be much younger than she was. She smiled as she bent over to pay the driver, leaning so that the top of her dress fell open allowing him sight of her unrestrained boobs and pert nipples.
Still bent over she told the driver "Keep the change", her bright green eyes twinkling at the thrill.
"No need Miss, you have already given me the biggest tip I've had in a long time." he replied and leant back with a handful of change his eyes firmly fixed on her nipples throughout. Looking at his crotch Samantha could see an unmistakable bulge and smiled.
She watched the cab pull away and turned to look at the house again, a broad flight of steps lead to an imposing black door set with heavy brass fittings Doubt began to creep into her mind, was this what she really wanted to do? It wasn't too late to change her mind, she could turn around now, walk away and be back on the train home inside an hour. No she thought I've come this far this what I want, with that she shouldered her bag, pressed the heavy brass door bell and committed to everything that was to follow.
She fidgeted twirling a hand in her long flame red hair until the door was opened by a smartly dressed young woman who cast an quizzical eye over Samantha.
"I'm Samantha Chambers", she blurted out, her earlier confidence with the cab driver had evaporated, "Miss McDougall, sent me, I have an interview for the university scholarship.”
The young woman beamed broadly " the university scholarship of course we have been expecting you, I'm Rosalind, Mr and Mrs Weston's personal assistant. Come in we cant have you standing on the doormat all day."
Samantha followed the PA into her office where she sat as on a black leather sofa while Rosalind settled in a matching armchair opposite. She was probably in her mid twenties thought Samantha as she appraised the secretary, her hair was cut in a bob a shade darker than her hazel eyes. Nice clothes she thought, white blouse, silk she wondered, her black skirt was shorter than she would expect for someone in such a position and just above the hemline were those tan stocking tops?
"Before we go any further Samantha its vitally important we both understand the conditions attached to the scholarship, now exactly what did Miss McDougall tell you?"
Her face reddened as she recalled the interview with her teacher, Samantha closed her eyes and recalled the conversation.
“In order to qualify for the scholarship I will have to take part in a interview over the course of two days in the company of Mr and Mrs Weston. During that time I will have sexual intercourse with Mr and Mrs Weston and any other person they ask me to. I will be asked to perform a variety of sex acts some of will be for the first time and will be asked to take part in at least one role play session. I may leave at any time and may not talk about what goes on here."
"If I am successful in my application I will receive a very generous scholarship to include my own flat and living allowance. I will be allowed to maintain sexual relations with whoever I like provided I remain d**g and disease free. In return I will be expected to spend f******n days a year in the company of Mr and Mrs Weston. This time will include sexual intercourse with both of them and any other person they ask me to.”
"I'm impressed you remembered it all its quite a speech, you have a talent. Now you understand there are some formalities, may I see your identity document please?"
Samantha handed Rosalind her passport which was swiftly copied on her computer scanner.
"There is also the confidentiality agreement for you to sign and a documents outlining everything that will go on here and what will happen if you are successful. Please sign both sets and we keep one each."
Samantha complied and apprehensively handed the papers back to the secretary.
"Any questions so far?"
Samantha shook her head.
"Rightho," said Rosalind cheerfully "legal stuff done so we can start your interview now, please masturbate yourself to orgasm, we need to see how you perform from a standing start so to speak."
"Okay," replied the girl feeling far from it, what did she mean "we," quickly scanning the room her eyes stopped on a small video camera. "Are you recording this?” she asked somewhat shocked.
"Yes Mr Weston has had to go to an urgent meeting this morning and asked to stay in the loop, he will be back later and review the video.”
Samantha steadied herself for a moment and thought through what she would do next. With a moments hesitation she stood up and slipped out of her dress which were quickly followed by a pair of white cotton knickers.
Rosalind mentally licked her lips and watched intently enjoying the tiny teenaged body on display to her. Very nice she thought, this one has potential.
Laying down on the soft cool of the leather Samantha brought he knees up displaying her pubic mound to the secretary and the camera. A light down of unruly red hair framed her tiny slit.
“Is this what you want to see?” she purred silkily, lifting her bottom off the sofa opening herself to examination. “I’m getting very wet, look your sexy secretary is really turning me on. I could do with a big hard cock right now but failing that I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. ” With that she pressed her right hand against her pussy, arching her back while her left hand played lazily with her nipples. Her fingers we soon flashing over her swollen clit slick with the moisture she made.
"Bet you like what you see ah? Can't you wait to get in here, I'know I can't." she panted breathlessly. One finger slipped inside herself then two, her thumb franticly circling her clit. If it took moments or minutes Samantha wasn't aware of the passage of time but suddenly she felt the orgasm growing within her as she lost control.
As she regained her breath she composed herself and scanned the room, was Rosalind breathing oddly, it looked like the secretary had been turned on by her show. Samantha smiled directly to the camera and slowly licked her slick fingers before purring "Can't wait to meet you in the flesh Mr Weston."
Rosalind had indeed enjoyed the show a great deal and was in need of changing her knickers.
"Good, Mrs Weston will be finishing her morning swim very soon and she likes her coffee afterwards, come with me and I will introduce you."
Rosalind carried the tray of morning coffee into the marble lined pool room, Samantha took in the hot tub, sauna and large shower. The biggest feature was the twenty five meter pool and the woman in it. A lithe figure was cutting powerful strokes through the water as she swam the crawl, Mrs Weston covered her final length then walked up the steps at the shallow end of the pool.
“Hello you must be Samantha, I have heard so much about you" said Mrs Weston, in a cut glass accent as she extended a damp right hand. Samantha hesitated a heartbeat then took the proffered hand and shook it, Mrs Weston’s grip was firm.
All she could manage to say was a faltering, “Pleased to meet you.”
“You don’t sound very sure of that.” quizzed Mrs Weston.
Rosalind stepped in “I don’t think she is used to seeing someone swimming without a costume.”
“Probably not, but if she passes the interview she is going to have to get used to it, now call me Isabelle, lets have coffee and a chat shall we?”
Over the course of two excellent cups of Blue Mountain and questions about her exam prospects, university choices and so on Samantha took the time to observe her potential benefactor, Mrs Weston remained naked throughout short black hair drying rapidly. Her body was toned to perfection, strong muscles rippled beneath taught skin which was kissed with a healthy summer tan, Breasts were firm. a c cup perhaps and there was a well groomed patch of pubic hair visible. It was hard to gauge her age but she thought Isabelle was probably in her early forties.
As the conversation continued Mrs Weston’s blue eyes stared intently at the school girl, considering the best course of action. The second coffee was drained and as Rosalind cleared away she made up her mind.
“Time for a sauna girls we have lots to arrange before David gets home, I have some ideas I want to run past you.”
As Rosalind started to strip off Samantha realised she was going to have to get naked too.
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