The Interviews
Part 2
(Posted on Wednesday, August 23, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

NOTE: See ts334.htm for the 1st part.

Mr. Stevens continued to suck my toe through my stockings. This was quite a strange and new sensation to me as I have never had anyone pay attention to my feet that way before. He stopped sucking my toe and removed the other shoe. He now had both of my stockinged feet at his becken call to do with what he wanted. As long as it got me the job, I didnt care.

He told me to stop reading and put the book down. I placed the book on the floor and sat in the chair with my feet right in front of him. He said that the job was mine if I passed his final test. He announced that he was going to "tickle me" and if I laughed at all, I would not get the job. On the other hand, if I managed to keep quiet, the job would be mine.

"Great." I thought. I agreed to take the final test. He asked me to lay fully back in the chair and to lay face down. So I laid the chair as flat as it could go and turned over onto my front. He took hold of my ankles and pushed then to each side of the chair, where he tied them to the arms. I couldnt move.

"Let's begin." He announced.

I felt his fingers on the heel of my left foot. He slowly moved his fingers up and down the sole of my foot. As his fingers approached the base of my toes, he started to tickle them, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I tried not to laugh, but it was so difficult. His fingers were driving the soles of my feet wild. I could feel myself getting wet.

He then started on my other foot, doing exactly the same thing. The sensation was getting unbearable. I needed to laugh, but couldn't. Suddenly he stopped and untied my ankles. I turned over in the chair and smiled at him. "Have I got the job?" I asked.

"One final thing." He answered. He took hold of my feet and placed them with the soles facing each other. He took hold of a reel of tape and taped my feet together, only leaving a gap between the stockinged soles. He pushed his finger in between my soles and started to carress each sole. This was not tickling me, but it was getting me rather exited.

I said to him, "Why don't you use something else instead of your finger?" Without a second comment, he had unzipped his fly and uncovered his manhood. He pushed it in between my soles and along my stockinged feet.

He placed his penis in between my toes. I wiggled them so that I could feel his hotness between my toes. I pushed harder as he did the nylon material my caressing me with the shaft of his penis. He gasped. "Pump!" I told him

He placed his hands on the tops of my feet to close my stockinged soles around his manhood. He started to pump in and out. I could feel heat building up between my soles that was caused by the nylon material of  my stockings. I couldn't take them off, but I needed some lubrication, so I grabbed my bag and found a tube of hand cream. I squirted the cream in between my soles. I could feel that this was lubricating his pennis.

Faster and faster he pumped in between my soles. I was so wet. I needed to relieve myself. I placed my hand under my skirt, pushed my panties to one side and fingered myself. He was cumming. He pumped faster and faster. Suddenley I felt a large amount of hot fluid on the soles of my feet. I came as well. The wetness inside my pussy was second to none. He slipped his manhood out from between my very wet stockinged feet and cut the tape. I looked at the soles of my feet. They were covered in a mixture of hand cream and cum.

"How will you get home?" He asked.

"Get my shoes," I told him "and put them on my feet for me." He slipped each shoe onto my feet. I stood up. I could feel the warm sticky cum in bewteen my toes now. "Is the job's mine now?" I asked

"See you on Monday." He replied.

I left his office. As I walked to my car, I could hear squishing between my toes. This made me even more exited. I got into my car, lifted my skirt up, and slipped my panties off. I started to finger myself again while at the same time wiggling my toes in my shoes. I slipped off the left shoe and smelled it inside as i continued to finger myself. I came again.
 

I can't wait to start the job on Monday.