Fake? I wanted this job...

I slipped my fingers into my pants and found that my pussy was already ahead of me on this one. I could feel the heat starting to grow as my fingers went through the thick nest of crimson curls, the dampness along the sides of my slit as my index finger and ring finger went along side my well-manicured kitty.

"Are you sure you want me to fake it?" I purred into the phone, my voice catching in my throat as my middle finger made the lightest of touches across the sensitive outer folds.

"Whatever you feel is..." a new male voice said in the background.

"Mmmm...whatever I feel," I purred huskily, cutting him off. I hit the speaker phone button and set the phone on my desk, standing at the same time. With my height being 5 foot even, the desk is the same height as my pussy. Which is perfect; I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to let them hear how wet this was making me, even though I was blushing brightly. I could feel my ears burning with embarrassment and it just made the fire in my pussy hotter.

"Can you hear that?" I moaned, slapping my fingers against my wet clit. I couldn't believe how wet I was getting! It was like someone turned on a faucet in my cunt and just let it drip! "Can you hear my wet little pussy? You want to see it? You want to see how wet I am? Oh fuck.....god I need something inside me...do you have what I need?"

I just started rambling, letting the orgasms build and wash. I didn't know until later that I was on the phone with them for over 20 minutes, crashing and building, crashing and building.

When I finally couldn't keep my knees under me anymore, I collapsed into the chair that I had started the phone interview in. I was barely registering that they were speaking to me and my pulse was still pounding in my ears.

"Ms. Andrews, did you hear what we said?" the woman's voice asked, cutting through the tingly aftershocks of my 20 minutes of orgasms.

"No ma'am," I breathed out, still all shivery

"We found your orgasm exceptional, especially when we could hear you squirt all over the phone," she continued. The news hit me like a punch in the gut. I looked at the phone and it was sitting in a puddle of my tangy juices. The thought made my pussy clench and a fresh flood of juices started coming forth.

"We want to offer you the position. Now let me ask you some questions,"

"Yes, ma'am," I said, my fingers trailing over my soaked snatch.

"Skin color?"

"White," I said all shivery

"Hair color?"

"Natural cherry red. Before you ask, so's my pussy," I said, pushing two fingers into my super-heated kitty. The tips curled around to that sensitive patch and just stroked her idly.

"Body type?"

"Thin, short, curvy hips, nice tits," I said, pressing my palm against my clit, making me moan loudly.

"Ms. Andrews, we appreciate your fervor for this job, but can you please wait until the interview is over before continuing what you started?" I took the pressure off my clit but I kept my fingers inside me, softly probing as she talked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I realized the partial submission while playing with myself was making me wetter.

"Ms. Andrews, one more thing..."