The Interview

I’d seen the card on the notice board of a local trans charity where I work as a volunteer.

Housemaid required for mature gentleman, hours negotiable, generous rate of pay.

The contact details were an email address.

At first glance I had dismissed it, but as the ad was placed on the trans forum notice board perhaps the gentleman was looking specifically for a trans or shemale employee.

I became more curious and thought it won’t do any harm to investigate further, I decided to apply.

A few days later I received a message to say that I had been shortlisted for an interview and could I attend the following week. I read the address and was surprised to find I was to report to the Brittania hotel on Weds at 2:30 pm.

I was to give my name at reception and would then be directed to the appropriate suite.

Candidates were to be interviewed followed by a short practical assessment.

I decided that making a good first impression would be essential.

I took a little extra care with my hair and makeup, using a lovely deep scarlet lipstick to match my nails.

I wore my dark red satin blouse and tight black pencil skirt with my usual sheer hold up stockings and shiny black stiletto heels. Underneath I wore a gorgeous Black lacy 1/4 cup bra and matching panties.

To make an extra special impression I decided to take my skimpiest maids uniform in my bag and if possible I’d change into it before the practical assessment. It was a very revealing outfit and I knew from experience that men find it very appealing.

Finally ready, I applied some of my favourite perfume picked up my bag and coat and hurried out, not wanting to be late.

I arrived at the Brittania in plenty of time, the foyer was busy, staff with cleaning trolleys, porters with cases and lots of guests checking in and out. I joined the queue and was soon at the front desk.

I showed my letter to the receptionist and after making a brief call she directed me to one of the larger suites on the fifth floor.

While in the lift I removed my coat applied a final spray of Chanel and looking in the mirror decided to undo another button on my blouse. My full breasts and deep cleavage were now difficult to miss. My boob job had been a great success and viewing my reflection in the mirror I thought definitely money well spent.

The lift stopped, the doors opened and walking past an open mouthed businessman I made my way along the corridor to suite 501. I ran my hands over my tight satin skirt checking for creases and taking a deep breath I knocked on the door.

A few seconds later the door opened and my potential employer stood before me.

A tall gentleman, well dressed in a Navy suit, Tan brogues and a dark Pink open necked shirt, classy but casual.

He smiled and said I’ve been expecting you please come in.

I smiled back as I wiggled past him, he’s very attractive just my type!

Please sit down he says indicating towards the sofa as he moves to the armchair. I ensure that my stocking clad legs are very much on show as I sit and make a token attempt at smoothing my hemline.

We get on very well, I ask a few questions regarding hours, duties etc, it doesn’t really feel like an interview, more like an informal chat.

After a little while I ask about the practical test.

Well I like a nice cup of tea, he says, so perhaps you can demonstrate to me that you can make a proper pot of tea and serve it correctly.

“Yes of course, but would it be ok if I use the rest room first”?

I think he may have assumed this was purely to wash my hands but whilst in there I quickly change into my maid outfit.

I walk back into the room ensuring that my breasts are bouncing nicely with each step. My stocking tops are on show and my frilly White maids pinny is barely covering my panties.

“I hope you don’t mind but I thought it might be appropriate for me to wear the correct uniform while undertaking my duties, I hope you like it”.

I look across and I can tell from his expression that he likes it, very much!

‘Let’s get you a nice cup of tea” I say.

As I prepare everything on a table in the corner of the room I bend over frequently, my breasts are almost falling out of my skimpy bra and my miniscule skirt is riding up exposing my panties. The Black sheer fabric is stretched tightly across my buttocks contrasting with the pale flesh of my upper thighs.

I pour his tea, and take the cup across to him placing it on a side table. He takes a quick sip and savours the taste as his eyes quickly return to my breasts, "very nice" he says, "well rounded and quite beautiful".

I think he likes me!

Now that I’ve blatantly displayed my assets to this gentleman I realise it would now be awkward to work for him if there wasn’t going to be a sexual element to my duties.

Should I take matters into my own hands or wait to see what transpires. In my indecision I accidentally drop a teaspoon and as I kneel down to retrieve it I realise my mouth is now just a few cm from his crotch.

I very much enjoy sucking cock and feel that I’m rather good at it. I think having a splendid and fully functional cock of my own definitely gives me an unfair advantage over genetic girls. I know exactly what men like and if I can just get his cock into my mouth I’m sure my appointment as housemaid will be a foregone conclusion .

Looking up I ask if there are any other duties that I will be required to perform.

“Oh yes my dear” he says. “Most definitely! I will require some very intimate personal services from you. That’s the reason I specifically wanted a Shemale maid, as I know how much you girls love cock. So let’s get started with the real practical test shall we? I want you to take my cock out of my trousers and get me hard. If you really want this job you will have to give me your best blowjob and swallow my semen you slutty girl”.

This is exactly what I was hoping for. I reach up and unbuckle his belt, pulling the fabric of his suit pants aside. I can now see the outline of his semi hard penis beneath the fabric of his boxer shorts. I slide my hand inside and as my fingers begin to caress his hardening penis he lets out a groan of pleasure.

“That’s it girl, get me good and hard, then I want to see those lovely red lips of yours around my cock.”

I’m feeling very turned on by his instructions and I’m desperate to get to his cock. I want to suck on that fleshy foreskin and feel his swollen glans filling my mouth. But first I carefully lap up some tasty drops of precum that are oozing from within and swallow them. Mmmm, delicious!

THE EMPLOYERS VIEW

She really has a very good technique. I’m sipping a lovely cup of darjeeling as I watch this sexy bitch. She is looking up at me her eyes locked on mine as she sucks on my swollen penis. Quite a sensual and erotic sight!

I watch her gag slightly as she deepthroat’s me before sliding her luscious red lips back up, sucking on my cock head. She repeats this heavenly manoeuvre several times then holds my penis to the side and lowering her head slightly begins to lick my balls. Working on each in turn she laps away coating them with her saliva. Then placing her mouth gently around each in turn and carefully sucking while her tongue continues to flick across the sensitive flesh.

After each of my balls have been sucked she runs her tongue between them licking the stiff base of my penis through the skin of my scrotum before continuing along my perineum almost to my anal sphincter.

Very gently she takes hold of my foreskin using a thumb and forefinger on each side. She holds the very edge of my foreskin and gently pulls upwards extending the loose skin beyond my glans creating a little funnel shaped orifice. She lets saliva drip from her mouth filling the orifice that she has created. It looks like a small tight pussy hole oozing frothy cum. .

Still pulling upwards on my foreskin she begins to insert her tongue into the frothy saliva, then a little further and I feel the tip pushing slightly into my pee hole. She is tongue fucking my pee hole using her saliva as lube. Entranced I then feel her tongue probe around the sides allowing her warm saliva to run between my glans and foreskin, then pushing even deeper running the tip of her tongue under and around the ridge of my swollen glans. Meanwhile the tips of her long finger nails are slowly and gently tracing a path from my tightened scrotum along my sensitive perineal line to my anus. My sphincter contracting involuntarily each time there is a fleeting contact.

I watch her mouth open and my purple glans disappear again as she slides those perfect painted scarlet lips down my shaft. So warm, so moist, so unbelievably sexy!

I look into those big cobalt blue eyes, deep and full of mystery and realise this girl has a great talent for keeping one on the brink of orgasm for an indefinite period.

My glans is now pushed into her throat once more but I can still feel her agile tongue lapping away at my veiny shaft. She looks up at me and I’m finally unable to contain myself any longer.

I see the joyous look in her eyes as my seed floods her mouth and I watch her throat bobbing as she swallows each spurt of my semen.

When she finally slides my shaft from her mouth I see she has swallowed it all. I watch as she licks every last drop of semen and saliva from my penis before taking a napkin and drying me off.

I have a feeling I won’t regret engaging her services, although I may not get many household tasks completed. While she visits the bathroom to tidy up her appearance I reach for the telephone and speak to the reception desk. “Please tell any further applicants the position is filled, I’m cancelling further interviews”.