The Interview (The Hotwife Coach, #1) (2 page)

It was very rare that anyone saw me undressed. The doctor occasionally. Ken less often. Never in a situation like this.

Daisy seemed to be taking every possible measurement, as if fitting me for an outfit that would cling to every curve.

“I’m writing your notes here, Emma. I’m using words like ‘Whore’ and ‘Insatiable’. Do those seem accurate descriptions to you?”

I nodded quietly. Although I’d begun to feel relaxed in Mr Hatfield’s presence, having Daisy in the room was less of a reassurance and more about my secrets being revealed to another person. I felt sure that she’d be typing the notes up later. Perhaps typing things that Mr Hatfield hadn’t yet chosen to share with me. Creating a file with my details. Knowing what was in store for me before I’d properly agreed.

"Thank you, Mr Hatfield. I have everything I need. The gold to begin with?"

"That's right, Daisy. If you could place the order this afternoon?"

Daisy nodded. Delighted to have an instruction to progress.

Mr Hatfield looked up from completing the papers.

"So. We're looking at presenting you appropriately. Perhaps some new skills for you. We'll need to develop your confidence, of course, but that will come in time.

"Just place your hands behind your back for me."

I felt his eyes exploring every part of me. One or two more notes made on my papers. He walked from behind his desk and stood behind me in silence. I daren't move. I hardly dared breathe.

"I assume it's a long time since you've tasted cock?"

I was to get used to those sorts of questions. I remembered his insistence on honesty.

"Yes. Yes it is. A very long time."

Mr Hatfield explained that oral skills were important. Particularly for being able to attract the most accomplished of men.

"Emma, I'm going to need to complete a brief examination now. It's important that you're physically suitable for what lies ahead. I'm going to need you to slip out of your bra and panties for me."

As I stripped to being naked, he pulled back the red curtain to reveal an examination area. At the centre of it, a white medical couch clearly designed for open legs and the most intimate of testing.

"Just put yourself on there for me. I'll be with you in a second."

I heard him preparing instruments. Placing something on a trolley and moving it towards me. Then the snap of him pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

"Your legs need to be in the stirrups. I do need to be able to see you properly."

He looked briefly at my body as he helped me into position. My curves softened as my legs were pulled up and apart. I couldn't hide the fact that I was more than a little overweight.

He pushed my breasts together, catching each nipple on the edge of a thumb. "These are all real, I see. That's an excellent advantage. A lot of men enjoy really large breasts. It's rare to find a woman who has them at this size without any artificial help.

My nipples hardened at his touch. "We'll need to make sure you present them properly, of course, but I can give you lots of help with that."

He seemed to be ignoring my arousal. He positioned himself between my legs and traced a line from under my arms to the bottom of my hips. "I'm sorry about my weight, Mr Hatfield. I know I need to do something about that."

"Oh no you won't. You'd be surprised. Men very often prefer a larger woman. There's something about having a substantial body to hold onto. You'll find that. It's unnecessary to hold back with a larger figure. You're far more capable of being taken properly. Far more than a smaller woman would be."

Again, he was so matter of fact. Seemingly unaware of my arousal. He opened the office door slightly.

"Daisy, I'm examining Emma. Could you make a few notes for me?"

Daisy was with us almost immediately, clipboard at the ready. Mr Harper spoke directly to her, clearly dictating notes for my file.

"BBW. Large natural breasts. No. Substantial natural breasts. Nipples pert and responsive. Long hair. Needs re-styling.”

I wanted to intervene. Did I have no choice on things like this? It was as if I was simply an object.

I remembered my fantasy and felt a rush of wetness just as he turned his attention to my pussy.

"Waxing regime needed. Excessively wet with no direct stimulation."

Daisy caught my eye as she looked up from her notes. Smiled as if congratulating me.

"Clitoris exceptionally large. Exceptionally."

He took a closer look.

"Actually, Daisy, I wonder if you could see whether Tom's free for a few moments.”

"Certainly, Mr Hatfield. Of course."

Mr Hatfield explained to me that he'd like a second opinion. Some advice from a colleague.

The door clicked.

"Ah. Tom. Thanks for popping in. I wonder if you could have a look here. This is Emma. I'm going to be providing her with some coaching and I'm just going through her first exam.

"She appears to have a very high drive. Masturbation at least daily. Quite desperate for sex outside her marriage. I'm wondering whether this might be the issue.

Tom moved closer. Looked intently between my open legs.

"How long have you stimulated her for, Max?"

Mr Hatfield laughed.

"Absolutely not at all. I've not even touched her yet."

"Emma, did you miss having an orgasm this morning?"

I really wasn't sure of the answer they were hoping for. The vulnerability of my position, three people looking at my arousal. Focused on my most intimate place.

I explained that I'd had two small orgasms as usual that morning.

"For the notes, Daisy. Enlarged clitoris without stimulation. Consider full orgasm training. Nothing to worry about, Tom?"

"Oh no. Not at all. Not at all. I suspect you're right about full orgasms. We may find that she's not expending thoroughly. Never quite bringing her arousal down.

"Shall I look internally as I'm here?"

Mr Hatfield passed Tom a pair of gloves. He hardly seemed to take his eyes from me as he pulled them on.

"Interesting. There's a lot of lubrication here but the opening's still quite tight. Two fingers comfortable, Daisy. For your notes. Do you have a speculum?"

Mr Hatfield passed it to him.

“It’s warmed. It should be comfortable.”

I gasped as he inserted it. Catching my clitoris and causing another rush of wetness. I began to realise that I was enjoying the examination perhaps a little too much.

Both men were staring intently between my legs. Methodical and concentrated.

“Full length, Daisy. I doubt we’d struggle with that.

“But there may be an issue with one or two of our larger gentlemen. Initially, at least. Daisy, could you make a note that we may need to look at a few stretching exercises? I have one or two gentlemen in mind who would enjoy taking Emma, but we’d need to prepare her properly first.”

“Max, I wonder if you could stimulate the nipples again? A little extra arousal might help to open things up slightly.”

I felt my nipples harden even before Mr Hatfield had moved back to the head of the examination couch. As he caught each of them between a thumb and forefinger, I felt another rush of desire.

I felt the strength of the speculum pushing the walls of my pussy apart as Tom began to extend it.

“Ah yes. Yes. I’m getting somewhere now. It’s tight - very tight, but modifying that won’t be an issue at all, I’m sure.

“Nothing to worry about at all, Emma. I’m sure that Max - Mr Hatfield - will make sure we attend to this issue very shortly.”

“As I’m here, I’m just going to try a little clitoral work. I doubt this will present any problems, but it’s best to make the examination as thorough as possible. We’ll keep the nipples stimulated for now, too, I think.”

He nodded to Mr Hatfield and I felt the pressure on my nipples increase.

“I’m very happy with these, Emma. Very happy indeed. Your breasts are going to be a very significant part of you attracting the right kind of pleasure, and you clearly enjoy them having attention.”

Tom laughed quietly. “I doubt 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 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.