The Unconventional Hiring: Dr. Kavita's Erotic Interview Methods

The door to the doctor's office swung open, revealing a large, older Indian woman sitting behind a grand mahogany desk. Her lab coat was open, revealing a glimpse of her ample, sagging breasts. She gestured to the chair in front of her, and I took a seat, trying to ignore the flutter of excitement in my stomach.

"So, you're the young man who's interested in working for me," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I must say, your search history was... intriguing."

I felt my face heat up, and I looked down at my hands. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that."

She leaned back in her chair, a smirk on her face. "Oh, don't be sorry. I find it fascinating, really. A young man with such a specific fetish. Tell me, why do you find the idea of cutting old women's breasts off so appealing?"

I was taken aback by her bluntness, but I found myself unable to look away from her. She was so confident, so direct. I couldn't help but be drawn to her.

"I-I don't know," I stammered. "I guess it's just something that turns me on."

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "And have you ever touched a woman's breasts before? Can you imagine the weight of them in your hands?"

She reached up and cupped her own breasts, her fingers tracing slow circles around her nipples. I felt my cock twitch in my pants, and I couldn't help but stare.

"No," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I haven't."

She stood up from her chair and walked around the desk, stopping in front of me. "Would you like to?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

Before I could answer, she reached down and grabbed my hand, placing it on her breast. I could feel the weight of it in my hand, the softness of her skin. I couldn't believe what was happening.

"Imagine another woman in my place," she said, her breath hot on my ear. "Imagine cutting her breasts off while you touch them, while you feel their weight in your hands."

I felt a surge of excitement run through me, and I couldn't help but start to touch her more, my fingers tracing patterns on her breast.

She took my hand and led me out of her office, into the waiting room. There were several older, larger women sitting in the room, all of them staring at us with curiosity.

"Everyone," the doctor said, her voice loud and clear. "This is our new employee. I'm sure you'll all get to know him very well."

She turned to me and smiled. "Go on, touch them. Imagine cutting their breasts off while you do it."

I was hesitant at first, but as I started to touch the women in the waiting room, I felt myself becoming more and more aroused. I could feel their eyes on me, watching me as I touched them.

I looked over at the doctor, and I saw that she was watching me too, her hand buried in her pants. She was masturbating, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

I couldn't help but start to masturbate too, my hand moving in time with the doctor's. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax, and I knew that the doctor was feeling the same way.

We reached climax together, our bodies shaking with pleasure. I looked over at the doctor, and I saw that she was smiling at me, her face flushed with pleasure.

"Welcome to the team," she said, her voice still low and seductive. "But remember, you must always be respectful and professional, despite our unconventional dynamic."

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I knew that I was excited and nervous about what was to come.

"You'll start by observing me and the other women in the office," the doctor said, her hand still buried in her pants. "Learning more about our bodies and how to please us."

I nodded again, still in shock. I couldn't believe that I was going to be working in an office like this, but I couldn't wait to see what happened next.