The Interview (The Hotwife Coach, #1) (3 page)

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 escalated. Stronger thrusts. His cock brushing my clit with every motion he made. In and out. Deeper and stronger. Fucking me hard. Hard.

“If this isn’t a hotwife, I don’t quite know what is, Max. This is a sensational fuck. We’re going to make a lot of men very, very happy with Emma.

“And Emma? You’re going to orgasm for me. You’re going to feel an orgasm with my cock inside you.”

His thrusts became more forceful again. Pushing and pushing. Relentless.

“I’m rising, Emma. I’m going to be cumming inside you very soon. You’re going to be feeling my hot seed rushing into you. Filling you like the hotwife you’re becoming. You’re a slut, Emma, and you’re going to be taken over and over this way. You want that, don’t you? You want to be fucked this way now?”

“Yes. Yes. Please fuck me harder. I’m so close. So close.”

He grabbed me again. What would I call this? It wasn’t like sex that I’d ever experienced before. I was being taken. Roughly. Used, perhaps.

I felt my orgasm. The beginning of it.

“Yes. Yes. It’s happening. I’m nearly...”

I felt a hand lift my face from the couch. Found myself looking into Mr Hatfield's eyes as he pulled my hair back from my face.

"You are just sensational. Your pleasure in being taken so firmly is really something. You can feel him, can't you? Every inch of him filling your tight little hole. Your cunt. It feels good, doesn't it?"

I couldn't speak. Found the energy to make a pleasured sound that became another moan as I felt Tom push himself further into me. Pounding his way further and further.

"You don't need to hold back. You're learning to enjoy this. Just give into it. Let Tom's cock take you, Emma. Let him take you right to your orgasm.

"You're going to be fucked this way often. I can't wait to share you. To give other men this pleasure.

"She's good, isn't she Tom."

"Beyond good, Max. Way beyond. It's a long time since my cock's felt anything like this. Absolutely made for hard, solid fucking. And she's loving it. Her cunt's dripping like crazy. The sound she's making as I fuck her. She really is something else.

"I'm going to have to let go. Explode inside her. She's going to feel my spunk filling her, and I know that's going to take her over the edge."

I hadn't thought. No protection. Just being taken, and now about to be filled with Tom's hot wet seed. I felt him fucking me harder. Banging against my clit with every thrust. Both hands pulling me onto him. Relentlessly taking me. Using me.

Mr Hatfield smiled at me. "See, Emma? I knew you'd make a great trainee. Your first real fuck."

"You want to orgasm, don't you? You're almost ready? I need you to be a good girl for me. You're going to cum, but you need to wait just a few seconds more. Tom's going to cum first. You're going to beg him. And you can have your orgasm the moment he tells you. Now, tell Tom what it is that you want in that tight little cunt of yours."

All inhibition gone. I almost screamed at him, "Fuck me. Harder, please. Just take me and fill me. Cum inside me. Please, please. Cum inside me hard."

Tom grabbed me by the waist, straining my tethered wrists as he pulled me closer.

"You fucking slut, Emma. You perfect fucking slut. Feel this right inside you."

His voice gave way to a gutteral, desperate sound. "Give it to me. Your orgasm. Now!"

He thrust into me three, maybe four times, grunting like a wild animal just taking its pleasure.

I couldn't hold it. As he filled me with his seed, I felt my pussy tighten around his cock and my orgasm took me over. My whole body in his power. Him holding me firm and hard against his erect cock. Holding it inside me as I writhed my clit against him.

"Oh. Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes."

Waves went through me. Every part of me shook. I was grateful for having been secured in place. Able to let the restraints hold me firmly. I would have fallen to the floor in that moment otherwise.

My orgasm raced across me. Not just my clitoris, but across every part of my body. Every bit of me was shaking with being used, being taken and being fucked so hard.

Mr Hatfield moved the hair from my face again.

"Good girl. Good girl. An exceptional beginning. You were made for this."

Daisy moved to unfasten my leather restraints. Massaged my wrists and my ankles as she released me. She whispered to tell me how well I’d done. How pleased both of the men were.

I heard the door click and turned around to see why. I saw Tom leaving. Mr Hatfield shouted after him to thank him and to say that he’d see him in the morning.

I was used to intimacy after sex. Not being abandoned in that way. But this was so different. I was glowing with the excitement of what had just happened. I’d never imagined that an interview might lead to this.

Mr Hatfield instructed me to dress and to take a seat back at his desk.

He smiled as I sat back in the chair that I’d first been in just an hour or so earlier. So nervous and hesitant about revealing secrets. Now so spent with exhaustion of the things I’d experienced. Tom’s seed dripping from me, soaking my underwear.

“That’s a good face, Emma. Your make up looks dreadful, your hair’s so untidy and your cheeks are flushed with that unmistakable glow. That’s what I like to call the ‘just fucked’ face. It’s a remarkable sight, particularly in someone so new to this.”

I smiled at him.

“I feel strange,” I told him. “I hadn’t expected all of this today, and I’m so glad that I called. I feel amazing.”

“I’m sure you do, Emma. It’s a very special moment to be taken properly for the first time. Tom’s quite expert at knowing what our new hotwives need. But you’ll be experiencing a lot of different men during your time with me. There’ll be lots of new things for you to try.”

“Am I going to be accepted for coaching, Mr Hatfield? Do you think I’m suited to this?”

He laughed at me a little.

“Emma. It’s very, very rare that I see someone so perfectly suited. You’re going to be an outstanding student. I haven’t the slightest doubt about that.

“I’ll need to see you again in three days. I want you to arrange an appointment with Daisy. Ken will need to attend too, of course. There are some issues that he’ll need to be clear on before we begin properly.”

I felt myself flush bright red at the thought of explaining all of this to Ken.

I needn’t have worried at all.

Ruby Harper writes about women losing their inhibitions and finding that reality can be even hotter than fantasy. Her stories are short, erotic and always feature dominant men who know how to take control.

Ruby spends most of her life in a quiet part of northern England and loves music, village life and exhausting walks with Charlie the golden lab. She's been reading since as far back as she can remember and writing for almost as long.

Ruby's stories are best read in private.

To sign up for Ruby’s email newsletter, please
click here
.

https://rubyharper.wordpress.com

Did you love
The Interview
? Then you should read
Presenting Emma
by Ruby Harper!

Max Hatfield is an exacting, dominant man who has built his enterprise around coaching women in becoming hot wives.

He has everything covered – presentation, beauty regimes, dressing to please. And the skills that women need if they’re going to satisfy the gentlemen who are part of his exclusive club. 

When Emma’s given one of Max Hatfield’s business cards, she sees a way to make her fantasies come true. A way to learn, and a way to be taken in a way that she never has before. Emma, the shy, home-loving wife who plays out her fantasies alone has discovered something new and embarked on a journey that will change her forever. 

And Ken? Ken’s just the husband. Thrilled at this new part of Emma’s life, but not yet realising what it is that he’s been wishing for. To be locked in chastity. Cuckolded as he sees his wife enjoying the attention of new men. Real men who can give her the pleasure that he’s never been able to. 
With scenes introducing cuckolding, chastity and the presentation of Emma’s first anklet this story is definitely for bedtime reading when husbands are fast asleep.

Read more at
Ruby Harper’s site
.