I humor him about my tongue piercing

Initially, I thought the interview wasn’t going to go well. Now that questions for the tongue piercing that Paul has clearly seen during the interview have arisen, I think that I’m going to tank my interview. But he isn’t overly concerned about it. He doesn’t have a worry that it would get in the way of my work. Yes, my tongue will hurt and swell because it’s still healing, but he isn’t too worried of the pain I feel. He actually seems intrigued by the very existence of it. “So why did you get it in the first place?” he asks.

“Well, my roommate Emily encouraged me to get it during a shopping trip. She has one of her own,” I tell him.

“Emily. Emily. Oh, the other manager, the one who took you to my office, his brother Tyler has a girlfriend named Emily. Those two are quite the lovebirds, I hear,” Paul comments and mentions about Tyler and Emily and their exposed love life. It seems he is interested in that dynamic for some odd reason.

While I think my interview is not going well, humoring him about my tongue piercing seems to have garnered his interest. “Yeah, Emily said that a tongue piercing will improve oral, I think,” I state. I’m embarrassed that this subject has come out in a job interview and therefore believe that the job offer is done for. I hang my head in shame.

Paul stands up and moves to the door. I hear a click, but I’m unsure if he has opened it so I can leave. He returns back to his desk and stands in front of me. With a gentle hand under my chin, he pushes my head up to look at him. “Improve oral, you said? Would you care to give me a demonstration?” Paul asks, not an ounce of shame on his expression.

“I… I… I actually haven’t done something like that before,” I tell him.

“There’s always a first time for anything, Eliza. To start, how about you get on your knees, undo my belt and my pants and just pull it out,” Paul commands, in a gentle way of course. His towering height is already an aspect of intimidation. He hasn’t thrown me out yet, but he hasn’t indicated that I’ve got the job. I guess it all comes down to an actual performance.

So, I do what he says. I shift off the chair and get on my knees, which puts my face on the same level as his crotch. He leans back on his desk, giving me the freedom to do everything myself. I’m picturing myself as the girl in all those pornos. Is this what they call ‘assume the position?’ I raise my hands to his belt and undo it. I leave it hanging there, still inserted to his slacks’ belt loops. I look up at him and he nods, which either means it's a gesture for me to continue or that I’m doing a good job. I drop my eyes to the button of his slacks. I manage to separate the two sides and pull down the zipper, revealing his boxers underneath and a looming bulge that is warm to the touch. I look up and Paul nods once more. I continue, parting the waistband of the boxers, lifting it off of his body and with my other hand pulling the warm member from underneath it. I pull it up and out, letting its sheer size and weight keep his boxers pulled down. I can’t help but let my mouth hang open at the sight of it. It’s clearly larger and wider than my former cock.

I remember that I’m supposed to demonstrate how my tongue piercing improves my oral activity as I realize that I have been looking at his cock in awe for a minute or two. I wrap one hand around the base of the cock, finding right away that my fingers and thumb can’t quite encircle the circumference of the shaft because of how girthier it is. Once the cock is stabilized by my hand I pull the tip of it down so that it is level with my mouth. And I just begin, putting the cockhead past my lips, into my open mouth. My nostril sniffs a distinct musk that initially causes me to gag, but I’m able to keep my lunch down. With something occupying my oral cavity, my salivary glands start to release lubrication which I start to saturate the outside of his cock.

The shame I felt before seems to go away. Slowly, but surely, I begin to enjoy the feeling of Paul's cock as it slides in and out of my mouth. As the member slides against my tongue, it knocks my piercing here and there, causing me slight pain, but the very activity I am performing grows to be fun and I endure through the pain. I’m still learning how to best use my pierced tongue to add to his pleasure, but from his moans I know I’m doing good so far. It isn’t that long until I begin to feel his cock twitch in my mouth. I try to pull away, but with a hand firmly on the back of my head, I’m unable to withdraw as his cock explodes, filling my mouth and throat with his seed. I’m **** to swallow every drop of his warm cum, but I somehow find that the taste and mouthfeel isn’t as disgusting as I initially thought it would be. Even after swallowing his load, his cock stays in my mouth as I continue to tease it. He pats my head, which I believe is him telling me of a job well done. He keeps his hand on my head, keeping his cock in my mouth, as he pulls the corded phone from its cradle. He speaks into the phone, “Yeah, Adrian. Consider Miss. Eliza hired, but not for the receptionist position. She did so good in the interview that I’m actually promoting her as my personal assistant. Make sure to email the paperwork to her so she can fill it all out. She’ll start on Monday.”

Paul allows me to pull my mouth off of his cock and hands me a handkerchief so that I can clean my face up. He puts his cock away and fixes his pants before extending a hand towards me. I shake it with a slight smile.

“Congratulations, Eliza. Adrian will show you the way out. I’ll see you Monday,” Paul says, opening his door and allowing me to leave. I find Adrian, Tyler’s brother and the manager that escorted me earlier, and he shows me out.

I find Emily ready to pick me up and she takes me back to campus. Along the way I tell her all the details, that it wasn’t for Tyler’s brother and that to nail the interview, I had to demonstrate that the tongue piercing improves oral. I can’t say for sure it did.

Once I’m back on campus, I decide to get dinner by myself to reflect on how the day’s been going. I can finally say I’ve had oral sex before, but on the giving end, not receiving it. My image of females in the office, shaped by a multitude of similar porn scenes, can be said to be true. All in all, I have a job now that can supply me with an income that allows me to buy more clothes. Maybe I should hold off on buying any more tongue piercings.

I return to the dorm finding Mason in the common room watching TV. He has the volume turned up real loud, but it’s for a good reason. When I enter my room, I find two sets of bare feet hanging out from under the blanket. This is the bed of Emily and they sound like they are in the middle of who knows what number of lovemaking sessions. I try to give them some space, but I quickly discover that they have no care in the world for anyone outside of themselves. I don’t think I can last in these conditions for the whole year.