imagine
you're at a job interview, nervous as can be. your hands are trembling as you twist the door handle to rush into the bathroom and check your makeup one more time. you look down at the outfit you spent hours at macy's looking for to make sure there are no stains from breakfast. you bare your teeth and examine them closely for even the tiniest piece of food. you decide against touching up your mascara one more time in fear of looking like a raccoon. after a rather lengthy but much needed pep talk, you leave the fancy restroom of this building and go straight to where the interview is supposed to take place and sit down. suddenly, you hear the irritating squeak of a door opening and closing. a very attractive male with chin length, wavy, brown hair who appears to not have shaved in a week comes in. he sits down at the table in front of you. his green eyes could hold the world. he sits his fine ass down at the desk in front of you. finally, he introduces himself.
"hi, my name is ashton and i will be your interviewer today! how are you today?"
you state your name and tell him you're great, only wondering if it would be unprofessional to tell him that you felt like shitting yourself, or that your stomach felt like it had dropped to your ass. he asked all the necessary questions, questions you would expect in a job interview. but it soon took a turn for the strange. he decided it would be appropriate to ask you if you liked sex. you, being the easygoing motherfucker you were decided to answer it with a yes without hesitation. and this horny fucker decides to get even weirder with questions like, "when did you lose your virginity?" "have any kinks?" "are you naughty?" and you kept answering his questions. had it been anyone not as attractive, you would've left. but you were basically trying to hint that you wanted to have sex with ashton. you get lost in your thoughts for a second and as soon as you tune back in, this fucker has his shirt off. but you ain't complaining. after what he says next, that's where it gets good.
"you're a bad little girl aren't you? you know what happens to bad girls here,"
"what?" you manage to whisper.
"they get fucked right in the twat hole!"
he makes sure you are okay with what's about to happen right before he takes off your shirt and fondles your right titty named mabel with his third toe. it's the best thing you've ever felt. he takes your left titty named belinda and puts your nipple in his earhole.
"fuck, you have a nice earhole,"
"thx"
"so fleshy and moist, god damn it!"
he takes his apple bottom jeans off, puts a monster sized condom on his 17 inches, and inserts his wong into your throbbing, wet, red earhole. it doesn't take long for you both to finish at the same time. after you empty your sensitive ear from the sticky white substance that resembles glue and tastes like it too, it's your turn to fuck him. you fuck his protruding nostrils with your sexy pinky toe. the pleasure is unbearable. ashton gets mad because the pleasure was that good. he decides enough is enough. he pulls a book off the shelf and starts chanting in an unfamiliar language. suddenly, you see a bright light and once it stops, you're in the same room, with the same surroundings and the same ashton. you try to talk and all you hear is a ribbit. ashton turned you into a frog.
