The Interview (The Hotwife Coach, #1) Read Free Page A

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