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

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 being 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