I couldn't really tell you much about the content of my interview , but what I can tell you is I knew there and then that should I be offered the position that I would fuck The Director! He had an aura about him that made me gravitate towards him without any self-control. He was confident and charismatic, but without being arrogant and gorgeous too, older than me with greying hair and firm tight body and I could see through his shirt that he looked after himself. His East London accent had an easy familiarity to it and I knew I needed him with urgency. Yes, I noticed he had a wedding ring but it was irrelevant, my carnal instinct had taken over and lust was at the forefront of my mind. I imagined as he talked to me, him bending me over his desk and pounding me with his strong arms holding me down, defiling me, using me for his own gratification until he exploded deep inside my vice like pussy. As you can imagine when I was offered the position I was very pleased! I could now get to work on making this a reality. I didn't actually see him much over the next few weeks, but when he did come in I would stare and his firm arse imagining him pumping cum over every inch of my body. My desire to lick and suck him was at times was quite unbearable and it took everything I had not frig myself off at my desk. I wanted that cock deep in my throat and I wanted him thrust, making me choke and gag. I couldn't help but flirt, lots and lots of sexual innuendo, testing the waters, pushing boundaries and making at times my other colleagues uncomfortable. Whenever I could I would wear tight or short clothing and would do plenty of bending over, eye contact and generally sauntering around. I was sex starved that's for sure due to my own personal circumstances and the need for attention and to be desired was overwhelming. Now I knew he enjoyed the attention and liked to flirt back, but I'll be honest when he Skyped me saying that he had fulfilled one of my fantasies of fucking in a sauna with his wife, he automatically rose further in my estimations. He confided in me that he used to swing with his wife and the stories of his sex filled debauched nights and holidays only resulted in a sopping pussy and creamy knickers at the end of the day. TBC