PIMPED: An Office FemDom Novelette
Joe Brewster
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Copyright 2009 Transgressivefiction
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oooOOOooo
Jen was yakking away at the new girl out on the picnic table. That's where the smokers hung out during break.
Jen had a nice big ass and big bad mouth. I liked to look at that big ass of hers but generally kept out of earshot.
Today I made an exception to the rule. I wanted to get up-close and personal with the new chick; a tall good-looking blonde with long hair and blue eyes.
Jen stood fidgeting, shifting her cigarette between her fingers as she talked. She liked to talk. Hold court. She wasn't much for the bantering give-and-take of actual conversation.
"This transcription shit is a bitch," Jen was saying. "No matter how many words a minute you give them they want more. It sucks. But the money's right."
"I like it," the new chick said. She sat back, relaxed, taking long slow drags on her cigarette while gazing up at Jen.
It made for a sexy tableau. Blondie sitting down in her jeans and beat-up athletic shoes, with her legs stretched out a mile in front of her; Jen standing up in a tight black skirt, straddling the new girl’s legs, wearing 5 inch black patent leather pumps.
"You're new,” Jen said. “Wait till you'd been here a while. You get burnt out quick at this. You need a hobby. Something to liven up your day."
Neither of them said a word to me as I sat down at the other end of the table. Jen shot me a dirty look. The tall blonde gave me a little smile. She seemed nice.
"What kind of hobby?" The new girl asked.
"Sex," Jen said bluntly.
The blonde smiled. She may have blushed a little too.
"There are all kinds of little rooms in this place for telecom equipment. Find a chump-ass bitch and take him in one of them at break," Jen suggested. "It gives you something to look forward to. It breaks the monotony."
"What do you mean by "Bitch"?" Blondie asked.
"Bitch means Bitch. Someone you use sexually. Someone like this guy if you like him," Jen nodded toward me. "He's a real nerd. A dork. I see him checking out my ass all the time so I figure he's straight. He looks smart enough to let you use him if you want to. He could learn to eat pussy well enough, I bet."
I kind of laughed but Jen ignored me. Blondie looked interested.
"Is that what you do?" Blondie asked Jen.
"Not with this little shit," Jen said talking about me. "I just used him as an example. He'd do the trick. He's the right personality type. A real wuss. A guy like that you just grab him by the collar and take him off to one of the equipment closets. He'll kneel for you.”
I wanted to say something but Jen just went on talking like I wasn't even there.
"Right now I'm playing the Bitch," Jen revealed. "Ethan, the boss, is a good looking young guy. And he is hung like a horse. Man, he is so hot with that big fat cock of his. You know, not just long but thick too. And when he lets loose his load--Damn! I'm getting wet right now-- when he lets loose I get my protein shake for the day. He's a fucking gusher.
“I go down on him a few times a week and let him fuck me standing up from behind or anything else he wants. Whenever he wants. I'm his bitch. He calls the shots. He's the master. If he says "swallow" I swallow. If he wants to shoot it in my face, then I'll be wearing his cum like a facial mask. That's the way it is. I do right by my man," She smiled triumphantly.
"I get more of a kick giving head to a guy like him,” Jen went on, “than having a nerd like this eat me. I love giving head. But it's gotta be the total package. Good looking, big dick and the guy has got to have money. Whether or not he spends it on me don’t matter. Shit, let me tell you, when a guy's got money, real money, it fuckin' shows - even if he's naked as a jaybird.
“I'll be his cock-gobbling bitch anytime he wants to stand still for my bobbing tonsils. I don't go down on bums. No fucking way.
"But," she went on. "If I didn't have any other prospects I'd let a guy like this lick my clit. He'd do in a pinch. They don't have to be anything special to let them go down on you. Put a bag over his head with just a mouth-hole cut out for his tongue if you need to. That'd work. But he'd never feel my lips around his dick. No fucking way.
“I'd have cum in his face myself when Ethan was out of town, or busy with his boss shit, but this little twerp is afraid of me. He ogles my ass all the time but steers clear of me during break. The chicken-shit little twerp must like you a lot to come over like this with me here."
Blondie just smiled.
I started to say, "I just needed some air," but Jen cut me off.
"Shut the fuck up, Bitch! Me and Audrey are talking here. If I want any shit from you I'll slap it out of you," She said this while grabbing the front of my shirt as though she was grabbing me by the lapels of my coat. I wasn't wearing a coat. Her nails dug into the skin beneath my shirt and undershirt and I winced. Audrey (so that was Blondie's name) gave me a look that indicated she thought Jen was a little over the top, to say the least.
"Now sit tight and shut-the-fuck-up!" Jen let go of me with a shove.
She seemed pissed at having had to acknowledge me directly. Like she thought I ought to know my place and be seen and not heard. What a joke! What am I, a little kid? But if she was going to hook me up with Audrey's pussy, damn, I'd let her slap me around all she wanted.
"I can see you're interested," Jen said to Audrey. "I'll set it up at our next break. I'll find a room near your workstation. What do you think?"
"I'll give it a try," Audrey said softly. She was definitely excited but unsure at the same time.
"Sounds okay to me," I said.
Jen scowled and flicked her just-lit cigarette at me.
"Listen, Asshole," she said, "just keep smiling that shitty little grin of yours and keep your fuck-hole shut. It's a wonder you can talk at all with your balls in your mouth, you silly-ass bitch. If you were a real man you would've split the first moment I talked shit about you. But you didn't. You sat there with that weak sheep-ass grin and let me dog-walk your ass, you sniveling little wimp. Reach me that butt."
I picked up her cigarette and handed it to her.
"You ought to have "Grade A No.1 Choice USDA Bitch" stamped across your forehead -or your ass cheek, you whimpering cheap-fuck.
“All the while I girl-talked with Audrey about my man--the kind of personal shit that any normal guy would excuse himself from hearing-- you were glued to your seat, hanging on every word-- like some prissy little wallflower at a girl's pajama party.
“A dude with any class would've walked off at that point -but you didn't. That must mean I own your ass and I can say anything I want in front of you because you ain’t shit to me but a pussy-licking bitch.
“Either that or you’re a girly-guy hot for juicy gossip like some faggot hairdresser. Is that what you are? Fess up. You’re either our pussy-licking bitch or just one of the girls--one of the two-- because you sure ain’t a real man."
She paused, still scowling at me.
"Well, which is it?" Jen demanded of me.
I liked the idea of going down on Audrey but now Jen included herself as using me. Not that I’d mind going down on Jen, as far as the actual act of eating her pussy was concerned, but I didn't want to put up with her shit all the time either. I just stared at her, paralyzed.
"Now that I'm talking directly at you, you go and dummy up. What a fucking pussy! Well which is it? You are gonna tell me you're either our punk-ass sex-bitch or admit to being our fairy girlfriend or I swear to God I'll kick your ass right here."
She took off her right shoe and held it threateningly in her hand.
“So which is it? Are you our muff-diving bitch-boy or our freaking fairy-girlfriend?"
This was surreal. Jen stood above me, shoe in hand, like a domineering mother berating her child. And for what? To get me to admit I wanted to eat pussy?
I wondered if her mother used to do this to get her to eat ice cream and candy.
Jen was nuts. She was so totally outrageous I was actually beginning to like her. What an extraordinary personality.
"I don’t mind going down," I said.
She conked me on the head with the sole of her shoe.
"So you're our pussy-licking bitch, right? Then say it!" she conked me again. It didn't hurt much but it made a hell of a sound. Audrey covered her mouth in shocked surprise.
"Ouch! Damn it, Jen! I'm your pussy-licking bitch. Okay? Are you happy?" I said.
She conked me once more.
"Don't get cute with me, you pin-dick little prick, or I'll kick your ass for real. And if you don't follow instructions any better than you listen to me when I tell you to keep your fucking mouth shut that is exactly what I will do," Jen was pissed. "Tell me you don't believe me. Just go ahead and tell me and I'll kick your puny little ass right now, shithead! I swear to God. Go ahead," she taunted me.
Well, let me say this right here: I could kick her ass. Shoe or no shoe, I could kick Jen’s ass all day long. But I couldn't win. Could you imagine me slugging a chick in the chops? I'd be ridiculed. I'd be laughed at. It would be just as humiliating for me to beat Jen’s ass as to get beaten-up by her. The whole thing was stupid.
Believe me I’m not just rationalizing because I was afraid of her. Jen was no martial arts babe. I'd have knocked her on her ass with one punch. But that's where she had me. I wasn't so much bigger than her that I could manhandle her, you know? I couldn't just wrap her up and overwhelm her with brute strength. She was crazy. I'd have to put her lights out quick if she came at me in some schizoid rage. So I gave up. I had to. I had no choice.
"Okay, Jen. You win. Whatever you ladies want me to do, I'll do. I'm happy to be your bitch," I said.
Audrey looked pleased.
"That's better," Jen snorted. Then she threw her shoe at me, "Here, bitch, make yourself useful."
I got down on my knees and helped her into her shoe.
"Should I kiss your foot?" I asked.
It seemed like the kind of servile thing a bitch might do, so, what the hell---besides, I thought it might be a sexy turn-on for Audrey.
"You can kiss my ass, is what you can kiss, smart-ass," Jen said, disgusted; completely missing the point.
When she saw I was serious she softened up a bit. I think she noticed how Audrey was into it. She seemed to perk up. She thought it was pretty cool of me.
"Bitch, didn't I already tell you if I wanted anything from you I'd let you know?" Jen said. "This is not a question and answer routine. If there is something you think your bitch-ass should do, then do it. If you're wrong I'll go upside that thick head of yours.
“Kissing my foot might have been a nice touch but not if I have to hear that whiny-ass voice of yours, you limp-dick motherfucker.
“You better get with the program - and be quick about it - or I'll pimp your ass out all up and down the wise-crackin' line and you can forget about licking on Audrey and me. You hear me, Bitch?"
"Yes, Jen," I said.
I got down on all fours and kissed the top of her instep.
"Goddamnit, Bitch!" Jen yelled. "It's for show, asswipe. You're not supposed to make out with my foot for chrissakes. I'll teach your ass."
True to her word she cuffed me one upside the head.
At least she didn't El Ka-bong me with her shoe again.
"Now I've got a red mark!” Jen shouted. “Can you believe this shit? The simple-minded motherfucker gave me a hickey. On my foot! What an asshole!"
I guess I was a little too eager to please.
"Bitch, go back inside," Jen said. "Be waiting at your desk at next break. I'll take you to Audrey's new bitch station. Now get the fuck out of here."
oooOOOooo
At next break Jen came and led me to an equipment closet.
It was quite a walk from my desk.
Without a word Jen walked me, holding the back of my neck in her clenched hand.
She was like an elementary school teacher taking a student to the principal’s office.
She looked ridiculous.
Everyone stared at her as we walked through the halls.
She had no clue.
People snickered into their hands and pointed.
She had no shame.
I felt sorry for her. She really didn't seem to understand what a fool she was making of herself.
But that was Jen. She didn't care. She was shameless. She acted so above it all, you know? Like the rules of common decency didn't apply to her. I found it amusing.
I think the main reason people laughed at her now, as we walked, was because, in her arrogance, she tried to humiliate me. Publicly. But it backfired.
Before leading me down the hall she took out a lipstick and wrote "Bitch Boy" across my forehead. Can you imagine?! She had no idea how silly that made her look. I mean, they all knew who wrote it. Sure, she meant it to demean me, but it was really more demeaning to her. Using another person as graffiti! How crass! What kind of person would do such a thing? You see?
Anyway, it turned out she did have enough sense to be embarrassed. Once we got behind closed doors she slapped me around.
Good honest open-handed bitch-slaps.
"Bitch, when I walk you out, keep your eyes to the ground at all times. You are not to look at anyone, you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma’am," I said, playing along.
You see? She felt embarrassed that I had witnessed everyone laughing at her. That's why she wanted me to keep my eyes toward the ground. That's why she bitch-slapped me. I got her good that time. She knew from now on she better watch her step with me or I'd embarrass her again. I had her scared.
I had expected to find Audrey sitting waiting for some face. No. The room was empty. I might have guessed Jen would get first licks from me. She wanted to turn me out before giving me to Audrey to use.
Jen stepped out of her heels and peeled off her skirt and pantyhose. She wasn't wearing panties. She slipped her shoes back on as she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra. She was now completely naked except for her heels.
Man, they packed power.
Keeping her heels on had an impact on me.
As Jen lay back in the big leather chair her pose seemed almost tender. Her shapely body, soft and white as it was, had no trace of hardness or severity.
But those pumps of hers - as iconic and forceful as combat boots on a soldier – when she slipped them on again I knew by the glint in her eye that I'd be hard-used and humiliated to the utmost of her enjoyment.
Naked in heels, the sight of her kicked my ass.
"Put these under your knees, bitch," She handed me a couple computer mouse pads.
You see, even though the floor was carpeted, Jen felt the need to supply kneepads for me.
Like a real pro, she was looking out for her bitch.
It felt good to know she didn’t think of me as some chump she could take advantage of and let wreck his knees. I was important to her.
She spread her thighs wide and bent her knees and placed her feet together, sideways, on the small of my back so that her pumps were sole to sole pressing down heavily.
This gave her leverage to drive herself into my face and really punk me out.
I went down on her and tasted nothing but piss.
Her bush was saturated with it.
Obviously she had taken care to empty her bladder before our encounter.
She was being respectful of me. She knew if she had an accident and pissed in my mouth that would be uncool. I knew she was probably just pressed for time and forgot to wipe.
No big deal.
Lying there, staring into my face, with the words "Bitch Boy" looking back at her, I think Jen’s conscience started to bother her. She felt guilty. She shouldn't have written that and she knew it.
Otherwise why did she start spitting in my face?
The room didn’t have a sink so Jen began to clean me off only way available, she spit on me.
She was anxious to wash away the graffiti.
As her wet slime drooled down my face her pussy got wetter and wetter.
Her pussy became a sopping mess of female stink. What a lovely stink!
Her menthol-flavored cigarettes made her slobber taste sweet as it slid down my face into my mouth. Though my eyes stung slightly.
She groaned loudly as she used her powerful thighs to grind herself eagerly into my mouth. Driving my face into her soft, sloppy crotch and every now and again jabbing me in the back with a stiletto heel, spur-like, to let me know who’s boss. Somehow she knew that would turn me on.
Between the spitting and getting my face washed in her pussy I was soaked in her bodily fluids from my chin to my eyebrows.
Damn, she was good.
I licked blindly at her hairy hole with muscular tongue thrusts and she seemed to burst with gurgling fuck-juice.
I wondered if she wanted me to hold it in my mouth until she gave me permission to swallow.
I liked playing her bitch. I was really getting into it. But finally I thought, ‘Fuck that.’ And I drank it down. Fun’s fun but in the end who cares what she wanted? I had to show her that she didn't control me.
Suddenly she made a large yawning sound. I thought she was in the throes of climax, but no, she wasn't done yet. She had her mouth opened wide and made the "AahhhH" sound.
She wanted me to imitate.
I opened wide.
She hawked up a lugie and gobbed it into my mouth.
Well, almost into my mouth.
Actually all but a dribble of the phlegm landed above my upper lip. I sucked on the dribble like a drawstring and the savory mass slid into me and down my gullet in an instant.
Her thick, slimy, mucous stirred a fire in my belly.
This sweet thing that, but a moment ago, had been deep inside her was now melting into the deepest part of me. Warming the cockles of my cock, as it were.
See? She really did respect me. She gave me her essence, didn't she? Such intimacy implied respect, didn't it? Of course it did.
The whole thing had a hypnotic effect.
We seemed to copy her description of her sessions with her own sexual master.
The face full of bodily fluids, the mouthful of sexual juices, the only thing different was the thickness of the fluids. She used her phlegm-wad to recreate that sensation for me.
See how masterfully she drew us together in the bond of submissiveness?
She let me experience the wonderful things she felt in her bitch experience.
What a wonderful gift! Now we were two of a kind. Equals.
"Okay, fuck-face, playtime’s over,” Jen said. “Start bobbing on my clit like you're giving head." Well, I was giving her head already but I knew what she meant. I'm a good bitch, too, like her. I do right by my Master.
I made fish-lips around her clit and went to work massaging it.
My chin made mushy sounds as it pushed in and out of her soaked muff.
Jen appreciated the sound effect and added her own as she screamed with naked abandon.
Climax was swift at this point as she grabbed my head and mashed her powerful hips into my face while I carefully protected her raging clit from the force of her own violence.
"Oh, you clit-sucking, Cunt!" Jen exclaimed with pride in me, her find, her protégé, "You eat a mean pussy I'll say that for you, dingle-dick. Whew! Now get me a cigarette."
I grabbed the pack and got one out and lit it.
"I needed that, bitch. My clit was fit to pop," She said before taking a hard drag on her smoke and blowing it right in my face.
"You'll do fine. That tongue of yours is strong. You've got the tongue of a real ass-eating fool. And I got just the ass for it too, you fuck-tard slut."
What? I didn't get into this just to suck ass for Jen. I wanted Audrey. Maybe I'd lick out Audrey's asshole if we showered together or something and it was clean but Jen could forget it.
No fucking way. That was too much.
Jen sat up and told me, "Gimme your T-shirt, bitch."
She used my undershirt to towel off her stomach where gobs of spit fell while she was making my face wet. Then she wiped her privates, ass included.
Finally she got down to business, "Okay dipshit hold still while I clean you up."
She wiped the writing off my face along with her spit. Now she was being my bitch, see? She was cleaning me off. Why would she do that if she didn't think of me as her equal?
A real dominatrix would just piss on her bitch to clean him off. But we weren't like that.
Obviously that stuff about ass-eating was all in fun. Like the pet names she called me.
She didn't really mean anything by it. That's what friends do. They kid around with each other.
We were friends now.
When she was done she wadded up my shirt and mashed it in my face playfully. Like a pie in the face, see?
"Get the fuck up, bitch-boy. Oh yeah, it might not be written across your face anymore but you're still my bitch-boy. And don't you forget it," She continued kidding.
"You passed the first audition, dumbfuck, when I'm done using your ass I'll tell Audrey you're a decent lick-bitch. I'll give you my recommendation."
What did she mean by "first audition"? What did she mean by "when I'm done with you?"
She saw my reaction and mistook it for excitement, "Don't wet yourself, creampuff, I told you I'd set you up, didn't I?"
"When?" I asked.
"Fuck you! That's when! When I'm damn well good and ready, bitch. You've got stuff to work out with me first, asshole. You didn't think I'd put you together with "Miss Thang" out of the goodness of my heart, did you, you stupid motherfucker? What a dumb-fuck!
"I said I'd get you together with Audrey and I will, so don't worry about it. Things are getting complicated around here. We got a bunch of assholes working here. They gotta stick their nose into everybody's business. They gotta fuck with people and talk shit gossiping and stuff.
"A lot of them are uptight about me taking care of the boss's needs. I don't give a shit. They can all go fuck themselves for all I care, but it's creating a problem for Ethan. We're always using up more time than I get for break. People are complaining. Shit, he's the boss. Hell, he's practically the owner. If it's okay with him then it ought to be okay with everybody else.
"But anyway," she continued, "because sex is involved and everybody knows it, it gets complicated. If I get paid without doing my hourly work there is all kinds of shit that could fuck him up. Not me, him.
"One old hag here is especially giving him grief, really giving him shit and threatening to make him fire me," She said.
"How can she do that?" I interrupted.
"Don't worry about it, bitch, she can. That's all. Don't ask me how, bitch. If I say she can, she can.
“Bottom line is Ethan wants me to make it right with her. Anyway, I need to take care of business. It's up to me to resolve the situation, you hear me? I need to smooth over any hurt feelings this biddy might have. I hate it but Ethan says I've got to, so I will. He owns my ass.
"I talked to her and we worked out two stipulations she had. I had to give in to this cunt's demands. I hate her guts. God, I hate her guts. And now she gets to use me. It's killing me," Jen was really fuming.
"I'm her pimp. Can you believe it?" she asked incredulously. "She gets to humiliate me like this? The moldy-ass witch! She used me for a pimp so she can get licked. I had to go through all the trouble of latching on to your ugly ass and prepping you just so she can use you. She is just sitting back and laughing, I know it. Laughing at me. It makes my skin crawl to think of how she's using me. You're her bitch."
"What?" I asked, not sure that I heard her right.
"What the fuck do you think I mean, asshole? I didn't stutter did I? Or are you so full of shit that you're ears are clogged? I'm pimping your ass out, bitch."
"Wha-"
"Deal with it, Bitch! That's the way it is. You’re getting pimped. You better fucking deal with it."
"Wait-"
"No. You wait, Bitch," She said. "That's the good part, slut. That's just to smooth things over. Damn, you are gonna enjoy it. Sure she's old but that just means you might actually get your dick wet, bitch. She hasn't had a man in a long-ass time. She's so cock hungry right now she might even go down on you. Once you stop and think about it I know you are gonna thank me. So quit whining."
She paused.
"Well-?" She asked.
"'Well' what?"
She leaned up and grabbed my hair and pulled my face to hers.
"You've had enough time to think about it," she told me. "Aren't you going to thank me?"
I didn't want any part of being pimped. It sounded so demeaning. PIMPED. But I couldn't help thinking about Audrey. If I bailed now I'd never get a shot at her.
Hell, for all I knew Jen was just running a number on me with this pimp stuff. Playing. And, even if she wasn't, I could hold off bailing till I saw what I was up against.
Maybe there'd be some nice pussy in it for me.
Hell, Jen was basically pimping me to Audrey anyway. So what’s the difference? What's the big deal? I figured I’d give it a try.
"Thanks, Jen," I said.
"Fuck!" She barked. "I'm giving you all free pussy you can handle, plus Audrey is gonna let you lick her, and all you can do is mumble 'thanks'? Eat shit and die, motherfucker. You should be kissing my ass," She let my hair go. "What a fucking loser."
"You're right, Jen. I'm just overwhelmed. I don't know how to act. I'm sorry," I bent down and kissed her feet (I’d have kissed her ass but she was sitting on it).
She just frowned.
"Anyway, the other part is Ethan says that from now on I have to make up any work I miss, because of our sessions, by staying late or coming in on Saturday," She said. "So you have your choice, or if you want to spread it out, you can do both. You're a good typist. You can handle it no sweat."
I wasn't happy about it but, all in all, it was still worth it. I'm glad Jen thought so highly of my typing ability. I am good. No doubt, that's the only reason she asked me to do her make-up work for her. She knew I would have volunteered anyway.
"If the Old hag wants you to do any make-up work for her tell her to fuck off," She said. "Bad enough I have to pimp for her, no way will I let my whore do her office work. That's too degrading."
"I wouldn't mind," I said, playing the slave-bitch to a tee.
"Too degrading to me, asshole!" Jen said. "I'm pimping you out as a whore: a good-for-nothing slut that gives-up sex on demand. I'm your pimp not an employment agency so act accordingly, bitch."
"Thanks, I will," I said, to avoid having another hunk of hair pulled out of my head.
oooOOOooo
Since I would be working after hours doing Jen's make-up work, it was decided I should have my first session with the "Old Hag" after work. So we could be alone.
As it turns out the "Old Hag" was Ethan's mom, Mrs. Winthrop. That was why Jen was so pissed. They hated each other. Audrey told me about it. It seems Ethan's mom is a real classy lady. She is the real owner of the place though Ethan has a share. The old man died a while ago and the widow took over to keep busy. Mostly as a figure head, according to Audrey, and she got her information from Jen most likely so who knows what the truth is?
I took some mouse pads with me and at 7pm I entered the widow's office and, as per Jen’s instructions, waited on my knees at the widow's desk.
I was rather comfortable with the mouse pads and all.
I could hear water running in the next room. This was an executive office, of course, as befits the owner. It was outfitted with a shower in the washroom from the sound of it. The widow was cleaning up for me. That was nice.
The water stopped.
Out walked a slinky blonde in a terrycloth bathrobe. This chick was all of 29 - tops.
Damn! No wonder Jen was pissed. She was jealous of this chick.
Damn! She must have been a trophy wife.
Damn! I should have gone in for this bitch business a long time ago. This was nirvana.
"Well," said the widow, walking toward me. "She told me she'd have something sexy waiting for me when I got out of the shower but I wasn't expecting you. What exactly did she tell you to do for me?"
"Anything you want,” I said. ”I figured I’d go down on you to start things off. If that's okay?"
"Well, this woman is a lot more perceptive than I ever gave her credit for. Yeah, for starters you can go down on me. I don’t mind. That's just what I need right about now." She sat down in the chair in front of me and spread her legs wide. Straight out. Damn! She had the wingspan of a condor.
"Just go easy on me, sweetheart, I haven't had any loving in quite a while," She said, as she slid closer to me and hung her knees over the arms of the chair on either side.
"Did Ethan have anything to do with this?" She asked me.
"Maybe," I told her not wanting to say too much. I think Ethan set the whole thing up just to fuck with Jen. His young stepmother didn't seem to have any prior knowledge of the situation. No matter. It was my job to see that she was taken care of properly and that is all that concerned me now.
Something about this setup didn’t seem right but I wasn't about to complain.
My tongue felt like it melted into her as I went down on her fabulous pussy.
"Oooh, that feels so good, Sugar, ahhh," she said. She wanted to enjoy herself but first she wanted to set the record straight it seems, "well, if Ethan thinks this is going to soften me up for him (Ohhh yess ahh yess yes) he's mistaken. (That's it go slow, darling, that's nice) He never did understand women. Oooh."
She stopped talking and started enjoying my work. She took my head in her hands and held it tenderly, not rough like Jen. She didn't push or tug on me. She smoothed my hair back with small, soft strokes while looking on as I licked.
She had the relaxed manner of a sympathetic soul. She understood how much I enjoyed her stunning body. She understood that I was grateful to bury my face in her beautiful bush. She wanted me to enjoy myself as much as I could while I did my best to please her.
She took deep breaths that seemed to ease the intense sensations I created as they moved throughout her body.
She savored the stirring feelings inside her body as I rubbed the side of my tongue on her clit.
She grit her teeth to hold off the pent up urges unwinding now inside her.
She felt herself being slowly coaxed toward orgasm but not slow enough.
"I love that tongue," She said breathless. "Oh, so smooth. Ahh, careful, I'm close, oh, don't let me cum yet, ahh, hold still." She gently pushed my face away with her hand.
We paused.
"Here, let me do something for you," She got up from her seat and stood me up against the desk. "This'll keep me hot and bothered but I don't want to cum yet."
She pulled my cock out of my pants.
"Oh my," She said. "Are you housebroken? Can I take you home? You have the perfect penis for me. I think I'm in love."
She said it all so lightly that it was hard to know if I should take her seriously. She didn't seem to be using a mocking tone. I let it slide without comment.
She grasped my shaft firmly and sucked at the head of it from one side, pulling her lips away with a loud slurping sound as the suction broke.
"I love a thick dick with a big fat head," She said as she kissed at my cock. "This head is huge. Oh, I am going to have some fun with this."
She ladled a glop of warm slobber on the head and slid her tongue down and up again.
She made several attempts at slipping her lips around the bulb of my cock. She delighted in exaggerating the size of it as she groaned in frustration at each mock failure.
When finally she put the meaty treat in her mouth a moan of yummy satisfaction resonated, "UmmmMMM"
She now bobbed on the knob in lively way while jacking the shaft with gusto.
At odd intervals she pulled it out for a quick kiss or long lick before cramming it back in her wet warm mouth.
It was fantastic watching her go at my pecker with such loving energy. The sight, sound and feel of her had me ready for climax in no time. I was just going to shoot my juice when a knock came at the door.
"I have a package for Mrs. Winthrop," A male voice said.
She got up, tied her robe closed and opened the door.
"I'll need a signature Mrs. Winthrop," he said.
"I'm not Mrs. Winthrop but I can sign for it."
"That's fine. As long as I get a signature," The guy said.
The mystery chick walked back to the desk with two packages.
"Aren't you Mrs. Winthrop?" I asked.
"No," She said. "I’m Chloe, head of HR. Why do you ask?"
"I thought you were Mrs. Winthrop. I was supposed to, uh, help her out tonight. I never met her before. You seemed to be expecting me- this is her office, right?"
"Yeah," She answered. "It's her office. But she let me use it to get ready for my date with Ethan. So I could shower up. I work late.
"I thought she sent you over to get me relaxed before my date,” Chloe said. “I didn't want to go out with Ethan. I don't like him. But I owe Mrs. Winthrop—Edith-- a lot so I finally let her talk me into at least one date.
"Ethan's a pig," She went on. "I'm an old friend of the family so I know him a little. My mother was Edith's roommate in college. Our families go way back. Edith has looked out for me ever since mom died and even before that, actually. She's great. Very classy. But Ethan's nothing but a pig."
"So where's Mrs. Winthrop?" I asked.
"I don't know," Chloe said. "But she doesn't usually stay this late. Maybe she did leave you for me."
"Well, I hope so," I said. "I mean, I hope she's not going be mad at me. Why would she do that if she wants you to be with Ethan?"
"She thinks she knows Ethan,” Chloe said. “Well, at least she knows he's a sex hog. But she's old school. She wants a grandson. So she's trying to get me hooked up with him. She approves of me, of course, and she knows how independent I am. She says I'm practical. In her mind "practical" seems to mean calculating and unemotional.
"She's offering me a deal. I can sign a big pre-nupt giving me a huge pile of money once I give her a grandson and Ethan would get total control of the company at that point. So that's his incentive."
"Besides you," I said.
She smiled at the compliment.
"Ethan doesn't care about me," She said. "He can get just about any hot chick he wants. Even if he wasn't rich he could get women. He's a real stud. He'd like to nail me, sure, but after that forget-about-it," she made a face and waved her hand.
"And that's what I think Edith was afraid of," She said. "That's why I think she left you here for me. I've been so busy lately I haven't had much of a social life. None, actually. So I'm horny as a toad-frog. And you've got to admit Ethan is hot. If he wasn't such an asshole I wouldn't mind letting him nail my ass."
"So why not just sleep with him then?" I asked. "If Edith wants you to marry him why would she care if you went to bed with him?"
"Because, once we did that, Ethan wouldn't want anything to do with me - aside from using me for sex. And then only if I was submissive to him.
“I have no problem playing the submissive role once in a while, for fun, but not all the time. Besides Ethan is cruel with his sex partners after he "conquers" his bitch. I think I'd have to be artificially inseminated to have Ethan's baby if I didn't get pregnant on the first try.
"So," she went on. "Letting me use you would serve a dual purpose for Edith. It would show me that she was open-minded enough that she didn't expect me to be faithful to Ethan. And also, it would assure that I didn't give in to Ethan's advances tonight and, basically, ruin everything before it got started. And that is exactly what might have happened.
"I have no intention of marrying Ethan but I'd have to be pretty disrespectful of Edith not to go out at least once, you know? And as horny as I am and as hot as Ethan is, physically, there was a good chance I might give in to him just to thwart things and have a few orgasms. So leaving me her bitch was a smart thing for Edith to do."
Chloe opened the packages. They contained a slinky black dress, sheer black thigh-highs and a sexy pair of shoes.
Chloe held up the dress and shoes, "Does this outfit say "Fuck me" or what?"
We laughed.
She slipped out of her robe and into the dress.
"Help me into this stuff," She said.
I assisted her in trying on the stockings and shoes. She looked sizzling hot. Especially since she had no underwear on. That dress clinged to her ass like shrink-wrap.
"Wearing this around Ethan would be like waving a red flag in front of a bull," She said.
She did a 360 model turn in front of me and then a half-turn again with her ass facing me.
"You're gonna have to go to work on me so I can keep Ethan off me tonight," She said, still facing away from me. "Ethan is all sex. I can't think of him without thinking of sex. And being horny like this makes it nerve wracking.
“And Ethan is into all kinds of sex,” she said, “a lot kinkier things than I've ever tried. Not that I wouldn't like to. So, do you see the dilemma here?"
She bent over and lifted her dress enough to expose her ass cheeks.
"I mean, I can go forever without a guy," She went on. "But when there’s a stud like Ethan available and I know he wants to nail me and I know he's kinky and I'd really like to try some kink, well things begin to stack up."
She obviously wanted me to lick her ass cheeks while she talked. I licked and listened.
"Did you know Eth spent time in prison?" she asked, rhetorically—I was too busy licking her ass to answer. "He spent two years in a real hell-hole not some federal country club. For drug dealing. He wanted to make some money of his own. To break away from Edith. Anyway he got caught.
"Oh that's so relaxing," She said as I licked her bottom.
"One day not long after he was released," she said, "I attended a family gathering at the Winthrop place. I went outside for some air and Ethan was talking with a bunch of his cousins underneath where I was on the balcony. They didn't see me. They were teasing Ethan about sex in prison. About sodomy. They were being total assholes.
"Ethan just laughed," She said. She shifted and it seemed like she wanted me to lick her butthole but I wasn't sure so I kept away from it. "He bragged how the cons tried to rape him in the shower but he turned the tables and hurt a couple of them really bad. Ethan took one of the weak guys as his punk. He said how he raped his punk and made him do all sorts of sick things. It was pretty graphic."
Her pussy dripped. I realized she was making herself wet with the buttfuck story. Now I was sure she wanted me to rim her asshole. So I did. It was clean. She just got out of the shower. And it looked so beautiful.
"OOOhhH," She moaned. "Yes. You do that so well. God, that is so relaxing. Keep at it until all the tension is gone from my asshole then get rough and bend me over the desk and fuck me like I’m your punk."
I slowly twirled the tip of my tongue around the tiny circle of her tight asshole until I felt it give way just a smidge. I slipped my wet tongue just slightly inside her and wiggled it a bit. Then she was ready. She lay down over the desk and kept her dress out of the way for me.
"Start off banging my cunt,“ She said, “Fuck me hard.”
In one quick motion I slam my dick to the hilt in her and started banging away.
"Hard, bitch! Punk my ass! Fuck me hard! OoOOOh! Bang my ass!"
I shoved her down flat against the desktop and began hammering my hips into hers, hard, like she wanted. I could be rough. I'll show her.
"Give me that doggy dick, doggy style, oh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK me!"
I rammed her so fucking hard I couldn’t believe it but she took it. She enjoyed it. She wanted more. She really got excited being treated rough like a punk.
Her wet pussy dripped stink juice down my sack and each time I rammed her ass juice splashed onto the side of the wooden desk so hard you could hear it. Like hard rain. This got her wound-up even more.
"Bang my bitch ass! Bang it! Harder! OhhhHh! Harder! Ahhhh!" she started to cum. She jerked and quivered and jerked a little more. Then she jerked a little less. And less. Then lay still.
"Oh, that was nice. Thank you. You did good," She said. "Put that robe over the chair so I can sit down," She was still dripping profusely.
I draped the robe over the chair for her and then I got down to lick her juice off the side of the desk.
"Ah uh-uh," She admonished me as she pulled off one of her stockings.
I backed away from the desk and she ran her bare toes up the wet spot and held her foot to my face. I sucked the sweet-soulful flavor off her toes while holding her foot in both of my hands. She cooed approval, and we repeated the process till the desk was dry.
"Let me taste my juice for myself,” she said, “Come here." I stood with my cock in her face and she began licking and slurping and sucking. I was quickly getting hard again.
"I still need your cock in my ass yet, are you up for it?" She asked, looking up at me between licks. "I need a hard stiff rod in my soft sweet ass. (slurp) I need to be reamed raw. (SSSlucK) Do you hear? (lick) Pump your big headed doggy-dick pecker into my sissy-sweet ass till it's sore. (SSslURP-suCK) sore!"
She had my hard cock in her hand. She knew damn well I was "up for it". She was being ironic. It suited her. I played along.
"I don't know, you may have taken the strength right out of me," I said.
"Do you mind if I get you ready again?" She asked coyly, as she grasped my throbbing dick.
"Don't just "try",“ I said, getting into the spirit of things, “try hard.”
She laughed and gave me a couple slow bobs and kissed the tip of my pecker and pronounced me "ready".
We headed for the shower. She picked up a tube of balm to use as lubricant. First she wanted to relax under the showerhead while I massaged her with body wash as the water pelted us with warmth.
When she was ready she asked, "Give my asshole a few more licks before you fuck it, okay?"
I knelt behind her and nuzzled my cheeks between hers as I let my tongue find its way to her rim.
Softly, I held my tongue in place as she slowly swiveled her ass in a circle. After a moment she stopped and I stuck my tongue into her freshly cleansed asshole and eased deep into her with gentle wiggles.
She was primed and ready for me to shove my cock up her ass.
I applied the body balm to my throbbing cock.
Before entering her I pressed my cock along the crevice of her ass cheeks; a sausage between the buns.
Holding my body close to hers I dropped my cock till it was in line with her butt-hole and pressed my dickhead into its center as it gave way with gradually relaxing firmness.
"OoohHH, oOOHhh," she sighed loudly.
I was deep in her ass.
She grasped the showerhead and leaned away from me with her ass up.
"Go for it," She said, "Fuck. Fuck me." She paused. "Fuck my ass, Now!"
I banged her ass like a jack-hammer.
"OooooOOOooH. Give me that doggy dick. Give it to me. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck my fat ass. (talk about irony) Jack that fucking pecker into my punk ass! Punk me! OoooHhhhH! Fuck your punk bitch with your dogdick pecker!"
Chloe got into her role like an Actor on steroids.
I played along, "If you keep screaming like that I'm gonna tear your bitch ass in half, you hear me?"
"No, please. You’re killing me! Uhhhgh! I can’t take it! Your thick-headed doggy dick is ripping my punk-ass in two. Oh! If you PUNK ME HARDER I'm going to pass out." She moaned and continued with the line of irony. "If you start wiggling it sideways I won't be able to take it. I'll tell the warden. Pleased don't FUCK ME SOO-OO HARD! Please! Don't twist it! PLEASE!"