The Interview
Copyright© 2026 by BNW
Chapter 36
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36 - Jake's interview for a new job doesn't go quite as expected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control NonConsensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Wimp Husband Incest Mother Daughter Spanking Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Nudism
SATURDAY (The Party) - Part 3
As disgruntled wives tugged their husbands away from Emily’s captivating orbit, she looked around the opulent room. She noticed Jake had slipped back into the expansive room unnoticed, and the server with the ponytail approached him and handed him a flute of champagne. Her gaze traveled over to the ornate fireplace, where Jessica and Jake’s mother were engaged in an animated discussion. Earlier, she had discreetly watched Rachel head toward the front entrance, knowing she was going to the guardhouse to provide the security guard with an unbelievable story to share with his friends. Everything seemed to be unfolding as planned.
With purpose, Emily directed her attention to Franklin. She flashed a dazzling smile, her bright blue eyes sparkling behind her glasses, as she sauntered toward him. Leaning in, she caressed his cheek and whispered seductively in his ear. “I would really like to see your ... private collection,” drawing his earlobe into her lips, her breath warm and inviting against his skin.
Franklin’s cock immediately stiffened, pressing urgently against his tuxedo pants. He smoothly placed his hand at the small of Emily’s back, his fingers caressing against her exposed skin. He glanced about the room, making sure his wife couldn’t see him. “I would be delighted to show you my most valuable piece,” he murmured, taking her hand and discreetly placing it on his crotch. His voice fell to a confidential whisper, “I’ll even let you play with it.”
Emily’s eyes widened, a delicate blush of false innocence spreading over her cheeks. “Oh, Mr. Bower, you’re being naughty,” she giggled, biting her lower lip shyly. She allowed herself to be guided through the crowd, her body close to Franklin’s as they slipped from the main hall. The party’s din subsided behind them as Franklin led her down a long corridor adorned with smaller, but no less impressive, artwork. As they walked, his hand slid down inside the back of her dress, fingers following the curve of her bare ass.
“This is my private office. I know you’ll like what I have to show you,” Franklin stated with a smug confidence as they neared the heavy mahogany door. He punched a series of numbers into the metallic keypad atop the door handle. With a light click, the lock disengaged, and he opened the door, ushering her inside.
Franklin switched on the light, casting a soft ambient glow throughout the space. Emily’s eyes quickly scanned the room. The office was exactly as she expected – rich leather furnishings, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and elegant French doors leading to a private patio. “Cognac?” he asked, his voice as smooth as the liquid he offered.
Emily nodded, a gentle smile spreading on her lips. “Do you mind if I get more comfortable?” she asked, her eyes twinkling as she bent over and slipped off her shoes, the heels dropping onto the antique rug with a quiet thud.
Franklin softly chuckled. “Not at all, my dear,” he replied, staring at her for a moment before moving toward an ornate, polished cabinet and retrieving a crystal decanter.
With his back turned, Emily quietly slipped out of her dress, the fabric whispering against her skin as it cascaded to the floor. She reclined nude on the supple leather sofa, the cool, smooth surface embracing her curves.
Franklin nearly dropped the brandy as he turned and saw Emily. Her midnight blue dress lay in a pool on the floor, her glasses and the sapphire necklace the only adornment on her petite, naked body.
“My God,” he breathed, his pupils dilating as they roamed hungrily over her exposed flesh. “You are exquisite.”
Emily smiled coyly. “I thought this might help you ... expose your private collection,” she purred, stretching languidly, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement.
Franklin hastily placed the crystal glasses on the corner of his desk and loosened his bow tie with unsteady fingers. “Indeed,” he agreed, his tone low and filled with desire. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it carefully over his desk chair before moving toward her, his eyes never leaving her nakedness.
“I can’t wait to see it,” Emily exclaimed, spreading her legs and running her fingers through the silky patch of dark pubic hair located above her parted sex.
Franklin’s lips curved into a lecherous smile as he reached down and unzipped his fly. He lowered his pants and briefs just enough to free his erection, which sprang forth eagerly.
Emily eyed his member with feigned admiration. “Oh my, that is definitely a treasure I can enjoy,” she cooed, wrapping her hand around his shaft and giving it a light squeeze. Franklin’s cock was below average at best, but his ego required the flattery, and Emily was happy to provide it.
“Would you like to taste it, my dear?” Franklin inquired, moving closer until he stood directly in front of her.
Emily nodded excitedly, looking up at him as she leaned forward, her tongue slowly circling the sensitive head before she took his entire penis into her mouth. She let out a small, throaty moan, pretending delight, knowing full well that the vibrations would drive him wild.
“Oh God,” Franklin groaned, his head lolling back in ecstasy, fingers running through her raven hair, disrupting her elegant updo as he surrendered himself to the blowjob.
Emily reached up and cupped his sagging, fleshy ass cheeks while she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She knew exactly how to make men like Franklin putty in her hands—when to suck harder, when to ease off, when to moan as though his mediocre endowment was driving her wild with desire. Franklin’s knees nearly buckled from the intensity of the pleasure. After a few minutes, Emily sensed he was getting close: his breathing became erratic, and his grip on her hair tightened.
She pulled away suddenly, leaving his cock glistening and jerking in the air, a string of saliva dripping from the tip. “I need your cock inside me,” she uttered softly, leaning back on the leather sofa and spreading her legs wide, revealing her pink, glistening folds.
Franklin fumbled with his pants, pushing them down to his ankles and scrambling forward, positioning himself between her thighs. He guided his erection to her entrance before thrusting forward with more enthusiasm than technique. As he pushed into her, Emily arched her back and cried out as though his entry was the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever experienced.
“Oh my god,” Emily moaned exaggeratedly as he began to pump frantically, his face contorting, droplets of sweat forming on his brow. “Fuck me, Franklin. Hammer my tight pussy with your cock.” Franklin’s ego swelled along with his dick as he began thrusting, his movements awkward and uncoordinated. From his jerky, uncontrolled motion, she knew he wouldn’t last long.
Emily’s eyes flicked to the elegant French doors, where the dim moonlight revealed Margaret peering in from the shadows and gave her a subtle nod. She returned her attention to Franklin and curled her legs tightly around his waist. Her voice rose in an evocative crescendo, “Yes, yes, just like that, you’re going to make me cum,” she urged, her cries masking the faintly perceptible sound of Margaret quietly slipping inside.
As Franklin continued vigorously pumping into Emily’s pussy and grunting like a beast, Margaret slipped a hypodermic needle out of her pocket and approached. In one brisk motion, she jabbed it into Franklin’s neck, depressing the plunger and releasing the sedative into his bloodstream. The effect was immediate; Franklin’s strenuous movements halted abruptly, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed onto Emily, his body limp and unresponsive.
“Thank god you got here before this pig came inside me,” Emily exclaimed with disgust as she forcefully pushed Franklin away, his softening cock slipping out of her pussy with a wet squelching noise.
Margaret laughed, her manner light and teasing. “What? You weren’t enjoying yourself?” Emily shot her a derisive smirk, her eyes flashing with frustration and relief. “Come on, we need to hurry,” Margaret said urgently, tugging up Franklin’s pants with quick, efficient movement.
Emily swiftly scooped up her dress from the floor and slipped it back on, while Margaret retrieved Franklin’s tuxedo coat from the back of his desk chair and draped it haphazardly over his inert form. Style mattered little where he was headed.
Emily slipped her slender arms under Franklin’s armpits, and Margaret grasped his feet. Together, they maneuvered his limp, unconscious body through the French doors and unceremoniously dumped him into the open trunk of the sleek black town car.
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