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Chapter 5: Oral Abilities Interview

Huge and veiny and shiny. Her strap-on wobbled in front of me, the drooping member weighed down by its thick tip. It hung down between her stocking-covered legs. Their feminine silkiness contrasted absurdly with the terrifying blackness of the dildo. It made me think about my cock and how it might look sticking out of my satin uniform. How a patron might ask to see it. What they might want to do with it.

Somehow, I managed to get even stiffer.

"The second I saw you," she said, reaching down and cupping my chin in her hand. "I knew I had to get those big, pouty lips wrapped around this."

My mouth was slightly open, ready to be filled. Nobody had ever talked about my lips like that before. I suddenly became very aware of them.

I like hearing that.

"I — I have to —" I stammered, unable to even say the words.

I stared at her huge strap-on, the slit on the tip looking back. It looked way too big to fit in my mouth. I wasn't even sure I could get my hands around it.

"It's a skill that all our bunnies need," she said casually with a shrug. "Don't want to hire a girl who can't serve our clients."

I didn't want to admit it, but something about it made me want it in my mouth. I reached out slowly, like I was in a dream, letting my fingers drape across the shiny black skin. It was slightly sticky, but it didn't bite. I tightened my grip around it and felt its girth and heft.

Tanya was grinning above me. "That's right, baby, start with your hands. Everyone likes that."

I began to stroke it experimentally. My hand glided up and down its length while Tanya watched. Her cheeks were beginning to turn pink and she was biting her lip. She was breathing faster now, breasts heaving in her low-cut blouse.

?_Is this turning her on too?_

And then I realized: Wait, why "too?"

My cock was straining against the lace of the panties and the purple satin of my uniform. I shifted my weight and felt the pantyhose stretch across my legs, sending a bolt of silken pleasure shoot through me. My cheeks peeked out from behind, covered in the dark, sheer hose, a fluffy white tail in the middle.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked, my voice high and soft. "Do you like it when I play with the tip?"

I ran my thumb in a circle across at before beginning to stroke the shaft. Tanya sucked in air between her teeth, chest rising and falling again. She spread her legs apart even further, skirt slipping up over her hips. I realized she wasn't wearing any panties — just the harness and the massive black strap-on.

"Don't go too fast," she instructed. "Go nice and slow. Make them desperate for you."

I bit my lip, trying not to think too hard about who "they" might be. I stroked the shaft, working the underside and tip, Tanya moaning as if I was playing with her and not just a strap-on. Then she reached down and wrapped her fingers around it, lifting it up and pointing it at my mouth. I swallowed hard, mouth drying out.

"Time to give them what they came here for."

She didn't give me a chance to respond. Sliding off the desk and pushing the strap-on forward in one smooth motion, she slipped it into my mouth. It wrenched my jaw open, the shiny black shaft sliding across my slick tongue. I squealed but it was muted by her member.

Then I wrapped my lips around and sucked.

My cock twitched in my panties. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I'd come here to be a bartender, and now I was on my knees sucking a strap-on cock. Dressed in a drop-dead sexy bunny outfit and heels.

And I've never been more turned on in my life.

"Oh, look at that, " Tanya moaned, looking down at me as she began to slide the strap-on in and out of my mouth. "You're pretty as a picture. Prettier, actually. Look at those big, dick-sucking lips getting my big cock all nice and wet."

I slurped and sucked as she began to pick up speed. Every thrust drove the strap-on deeper into my mouth. I fought against my need to gag, opening myself up to her as she began to fuck my face. I could feel my eyes beginning to water but blinked it away.

"What a perfect little bunny slut," she grinned, sliding her fingers into my hair and knocking my bunny ears to one side. "Suck my cock, bunny. Get it as wet as you can, because it's going inside of you next."

My eyelids fluttered. My cock twitched, trapped behind silk and satin and nylon. There was only one thing she could mean. I shouldn't want it. I shouldn't let her do it. I shouldn't even be here.

But I was. And I did. And I was going to let her.

"Is that part of the interview too?" I asked as she withdrew the massive black dildo from my mouth.

"Oh yes," her said, her grin broadening. "I told you, we give our clientele a special service they can't get anywhere else."

She pulled me up from my hair until I was standing in front of her. I squealed as her hand brushed across my turgid cock stuffed in my uniform. I was so hard that the outline was clearly visible through the purple satin. She ran her finger up and down it a few times before curling her hand behind and finding it buried within my clothes.

Then she pulled it out.

My gasp of surprise turned into a moan of pleasure as she began to stroke it. The bodysuit was pushed to one side to let my cock stand straight out. She had pushed my panties down and torn a hole in the pantyhose to let me free. The air in the room was cool but her hand was hot and soft.

"Hot, horny little bunnygirls," she continued as she stroked me and I groaned, legs turning to jelly as she worked my cock. "All dolled up and ready to get played with. Eager to suck."

Her eyes flashed as she met my gaze.

"And eager to fuck."