“Really?” I asked.
“She’s been eating cunt here or sucking cock since she was nineteen. No one has more experience,” she stressed.
“I can’t fathom,” I said.
“Hmmmmm,” she smiled and pressed a button. “Joan, come in here.”
“What are you doing?” I asked as Joan arrived.
“Yes, ma’am?” she asked.
“Are you hungry?” Janna asked.
“Always,” the woman responded with a grin, obviously understanding the real meaning of the question.
“My friend Christine here needs an orgasm; will you be so kind to give her one?” Janna offered, as my face went beet red.
“Of course,” Joan nodded. “I’d love to.”
“Great,” Janna said, before turning to me, “Enjoy.”
She walked out and I said, “Joan, you don’t have to.”
She walked up to me and said, “Yes, I do. Plus, I want to.”
“Really?” I asked.
“It’s part of my job,” she said, as she reached me.
“But I don’t want you to because you were ordered to,” I stressed, feeling bad.
“Trust me,” she said, as she pointed to the desk, “I really do want to. This is one of my perks.”
I sat on the desk and she spread my legs and said, “Panties? Tsk, tsk.”
She tugged them off and surprised me by tossing them in the garbage. She said in a firm voice, “When you visit this firm you will never wear panties or a bra, is that clear? It’s a new rule her Master made for her a couple weeks ago, so now it applies to all of her pets, too.”
I stammered, “Y-y-yes, ma’am.”
“Good, now let’s get a nice look at this cunt,” she said, as she moved her face between my legs.
I stared in stunned silence as this woman who could be a grandmother inspected my cunt.
“Nice wet pussy,” she approved, before I felt her tongue part my pussy lips.
Janna hadn’t licked my pussy for more than thirty seconds last time because I was so revved up, so this was the first time I got to savour oral pleasures from a woman… and God, did she know what she was doing.
She took her time, seeming to enjoy giving pleasure as much as I was enjoying receiving it.
She kissed my pussy.
She licked my pussy.
In passing, she briefly licked my asshole, which felt strange and oddly pleasurable.
She teased my clit.
She tugged on my clit.
She attacked my clit and pussy.
As my moaning increased, she slid two fingers inside me and instantly found my previously mythical g-spot. She tapped on it while sucking on my clit and I came… hard.
I bit my lip not to scream and alert anyone outside of the office.
She lapped up my cum, stood up and said, “Thank you for letting me service you.”
“Oh my God, thank you,” I said, my wetness still leaking out of me. “I never believed the g-spot was real.”
“Oh, it’s real all right,” she smiled. “The key is to explore the inside of a cunt with your fingers. Take your time. Learn your way around its inner complexities and learn to give yourself to the task at hand… well, usually just at fingers.”
“And tongue,” I added, my legs still spread open… my body still quivering in aftershocks from my orgasm.
“Well, have a good night,” she said.
“I just did,” I smiled, as I got off the desk, my left knee almost giving out.
She laughed, “That often happens after I’m done.”
“I imagine,” I laughed back, as another gush of wetness leaked out of me.
Then I headed out.
That night, Ken said, “I have it set up.”
“Friday at 4,” I said.
“How do you know?” he asked, surprised.
“Janna told me.”
“Oh.”
“Are you going to watch?” I asked.
“Kareem won’t let the husbands do that the first time,” he said.
“Why not?”
“I think he wants to have complete control.”
“Oh,” I said, having assumed he would be there to watch.
“Don’t worry, there will be a guard on duty there,” he said.
“That makes me worry,” I said, not liking that at all. “Someone else will know.”
“I made sure it’ll be Dele,” he said.
“That’s a little better,” I said, although I still wasn’t thrilled.
That night, Janna texted, No coming again until Friday, is that clear?
I agreed… although after the past few days I was now constantly horny.
The next day and a half, I worked. I ignored the burning in my pussy.
Janna didn’t call.
Ken worked a lot.
Then Thursday morning, just before lunch, Janna called me and asked, no she ordered, for me to get to her office right away.
When I arrived, she ordered, “Under the table, pussy cleaner.”
“Nice to see you too,” I joked, as I walked to her desk, hungry for her pussy. It was weird, I was suddenly a pussy-pleasing booty call… not something I ever imagined becoming.
“I’m busy, so just get me off; I have a big case this afternoon and I need to be focused,” she said, rolling her chair back to allow me to crawl underneath it.
“I’m your straight pussy-licking booty call,” I acknowledged.
“No, you’re my straight-laced pussy cum bucket,” she corrected.
“I do love your cum,” I agreed, as she rolled the chair back, spread her legs and I serviced her.
For almost an hour.
My knees ached.
My jaw was sore.
She then rolled her chair back and said, “Lie on my desk.”
I obeyed, happy to get out of that confined position.
“Take off your blouse; Joan told you about the bra and panties so you’re not wearing any, right?” she demanded.
“Yes ma’am, no underwear. Is the door locked?” I asked.
“Just do as you’re fucking told, slut,” she demanded, annoyed by my questioning her.
I obeyed and lay back on her desk in just my skirt.
She straddled my face and I resumed licking as she pinched my nipples. I would learn over the next while she not only loved playing with my tits, but also abusing them because they were so much bigger than hers. She liked pinching them, slapping them, and even called them udders a week or so later when she fucked me with a strap-on.
It became obvious also that she criticized people for having bigger tits. As she rode my face on her desk and slapped my tits around she called me ‘cunt licking slut’, ‘big-titted airhead’ and ‘big-boobed bimbo’. Oddly, the name-calling turned me on… I liked being a slut for her, a bimbo for her… just a mindless vessel for her pleasure.
She came after a couple of minutes of using my face, got off me, and said, “See you tomorrow.”
I weakly got off the desk, my face drenched with her cum, and said, “Good luck with the case.”
“Thanks,” she smiled, as she pulled me close and kissed me possessively. When she broke the kiss she sibilated, “Tomorrow we become scandalous sisters of sin.”
I laughed, “You do like alliteration.”
“I guess I do,” she shrugged, pinching my nipples hard before going back to her desk.
I got dressed, returned home and worried about tomorrow.
…..
Friday was a nerve-wracking day.
Ken promised me it would be okay.
Janna called me, predicting it would be the best day of my life.
Yet I was a mess.
I was a mother.
I was a wife.
I wasn’t a cheap slut who fucked convicted criminals.
Yet, the entire day as I fretted about this, my cunt was wet.
Janna arrived and helped me dress.
No bra.
No panties.
Just a red dress, beige thigh highs and red three-inch fuck-me heels.
Janna drove me to the trailer and I signed in as Mrs. Mwangi, which was strange. It occurred to me if they checked this wife’s signatures they would all be different.
I went in, was groped by a female security guard who was smirking the entire time and used an upper-crust accent as she commented on my lack of ‘undergarments’. Did she know who I really was? She obviously knew why I was here.
I wanted to die of embarrassment, but I walked in a daze thru the metal detector.
Even though my red dress wasn’t slutty, the lack of a bra showcased my tits and I felt like a streetwalker meeting a John.
Only he wasn’t paying.
I went into the trailer and saw Dele.
He just nodded politely and opened The Door for me.
The room was nicer than I envisioned; not fancy, but clean… but it smelt of sex. I wondered if I had a black light, whether the room would glow.
Kareem walked in a moment later, said ‘Hello, Dear,” before walking up to me and began kissing me… just like we’d been married for years.
Somehow I hadn’t expected this.
Sex is sex.
Sucking a cock is sex.
Getting fucked is sex.
Kissing though, is intimate.
I froze in his arms… shocked and horrified by this much involvement… wondering how my curiosity had gotten me into this so far that I was about to do this.
He whispered to me, substantially more tenderly than in the video I’d watched, “It’s okay to be nervous, but I expect total obedience from you. Is that clear?”
He knew why I was here, even if I didn’t yet completely understand. He looked into my eyes and ordered, “Take off your dress, I want to see those big white titties.”
I obeyed, lifting my dress over my head. Suddenly I was completely naked in front of him except for thigh high stockings and three-inch heels.
He stood back and looked me over, seeming to approve, which oddly made me feel good. I was attractive to a much younger man.
He moved back to me and surprised me by slapping each of my tits.
I yelped.
I covered my tits with my hands and he scowled and ordered, “Display those white flapjacks.”
A million emotions coursed through me yet I obeyed, actually pushing my tits out to showcase them. Proud of how firm they still were.
He pulled on my nipples.
He slapped them some more.
I stood there, both turned on and mortified. Two completely different feelings swirling inside of me.
I’d thought I would be sucking him by now… maybe being fucked by him… yet, he seemed entertained just by molesting my tits.
He told me, as he cupped them, “I love these nice big tits.”
I moaned as he leaned forward and sucked my left nipple into his mouth, “Thank you.”