Uninhibited
This is the third installment of the Beth and William story, detailing Beth's seduction into bondage and submission.
Beth found herself getting excited. It was still before lunch on Friday, but she already was anticipating a visit from him. Silly girl, she thought, he didn't promise to come back. She went to the ladies' room quickly, locking herself in a stall and using her fingers to reach a small, quiet orgasm. Hell, Beth thought, I still don't even know what he looks like. His smell, his touch, his strength, his voice, but not his face, his hair, or his coloring were known. She found herself watching every man near her, comparing the known sensations with possible matches. After washing up she stopped at her boss' office. Angie was generally a pain in the ass, but she owed Beth for keeping her safe from some of the mail room staff at the Halloween party last month. "Angie, I need a couple hours for some personal stuff. Can I work through lunch and head out early?"
"Sure. Hot date?" Angie was digging for details with a small leer, the start of a lecherous smile at the corner of her mouth. Suddenly Beth's mind put all the pieces together.
"Nope, just home for a lonely night. I have to pay a couple bills in person." She realized her boss wanted her; that was why she had clung when the boys had been hitting on her. Damn. Beth shrugged a bit, "Maybe I'll get a better offer." As she turned she watched Angie in the window reflection; mouth slightly open, pale, hungry. Beth thought about the payment she gave to Mindy a week prior. Another twinge shot from her sex as she considered what her boss would taste like. Her mouth twisted up in a smile, "Sweet lord I have turned into a kinky sex fiend," she thought.
Beth dove into her work, letting the time fly by until her desk alarm chirped. Beth grabbed her coat and bolted for the elevator. The elevator arrived with one occupant, a man in a long black coat and a battered fedora. Beth favored him with a sexy smile; she was anticipating a visit from the mysterious W. Her mind wandered as the elevator descended. She imagined his presence, inhaling the scent of his sweat and feeling the touch of his skin. At the fourth floor the man brushed past her as he exited the elevator. The doors shut before she realized the scent was real – was his! That was him! She punched the next button, stopping the elevator at the third floor. She ran to the stairs, her feet flying up the flights. In the door, looking left and right. Where did he go? The receptionist inside the office was walking towards her, an envelope in hand. "Miss, are you Beth?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. Did you see…?" Beth's breath came in short panting bursts.
"A gentleman gave me this; he said you would be here at three but he could not wait." The receptionist was confused, flustered. "Are you angry at him, miss?"
"No, I just, just wanted to talk with him, to ask him." Beth caught herself, "Never mind. He gave you something for me? Just now?"
"No miss," the girl was confused, "he gave me this about an hour ago. He left after that." Beth's eyes locked onto the envelope. She tried to calm herself; deep breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. Calm down, Bethany Marie, calm down. She took the offered envelope, realizing she could smell herself from the exertion and desire. The girl remained, eyes downward, waiting. Beth resisted the urge to tear open the envelope, calmly opening it instead, pulling out the paper.
"Beautiful, Sorry I can't stay here at your building and wait. This young lady has been left all alone in her office; it would please me greatly if you would assist her. The panties in the envelope are proof of her compliance…"
Beth stopped reading and tilted the envelope up. A lacy thong slid into her hand. She looked at the blushing girl; the young woman was chewing her lower lip nervously and shifting back and forth. "Lift your skirt." The girl complied, cheeks burning red, showing a cleanly shaved pussy to Beth. Beth nodded, returning to the paper in her hand.
"… and she is quite willing. Don't worry, beautiful, I will find you very soon. Enjoy! -W."
She looked back to the girl, discovering the she had not dropped her skirt. Beth's mouth was watering and her own sex felt as wet as this girl looked to be. "What is your name?"
"Sandra, miss."
"Well, Sandra, it appears we have some things to discuss. Can you lock out the elevator for this floor?"
"Yes, miss. I will call the guards downstairs." She walked to the desk, skirt held above her waist, bottom swaying nervously. Beth sized her up – maybe twenty years old, mousy hair pulled back, brown eyes, glasses. Maybe a B-cup, ass a little flat, tummy less than perfect. Not a ten, no, but a willing six or seven. Beth was amazed at the change from two weeks prior in her own mind. "Besides, he told me to do it," she thought, "it is all his fault."
Sandra hung up the phone and looked at Beth expectantly. "Why are you still wearing clothes, Sandra?" The command rolled off her tongue easily. The girl's hands flew to her skirt fastening, dropping it in a puddle on the floor. The sweater and blouse came off in a tangle, over her head. Sandra's hands unfastened the front catch on her sports bra, freeing her breasts. "Come here." The girl scrambled to Beth, a blush of embarrassment, fear, and desire spreading over her torso and face. Beth held her arms out to her sides. "Undress me, Sandra." Sudden, devilish inspiration struck, "kiss the skin you reveal."
"Yes, miss, right away, miss." Sandra dropped to her knees, tugging at Beth's slacks urgently. Beth grasped her hands. "No, not like that." Beth stepped out of her shoes. "Hands behind your back, use that lovely mouth," Beth hesitated a moment, "sweetie."
Sandra complied, tongue and teeth undoing buttons. Beth had to lean on the desk while Sandra worked the zipper down, the tip of Sandra's nose rubbing along Beth's mons, tickling the short hairs Mandy had left behind. Sandra worshipped Beth's legs, smothering kisses as directed. Her teeth grasped the sopping wet material of Beth's panties, pulling them down and off. She shifted back up immediately, burying her face in Beth's sex. Beth laid back on the reception desk, allowing the girl to try and consume her, shuddering as a series of small orgasms built momentum. After the sixth or seventh small climax Beth pushed Sandra back. "Your turn, sweetie." Beth moved the younger woman onto the carpet bearing the company logo, placing the dripping pussy directly over the name. Beth licked and sucked, copying motions from her last encounter with the mysterious W. Her fingers slid in and out of Sandra's cunny, twisting and prodding the sensitive spot just inside. Beth placed a finger against Sandra's anus, heard the girl gasp, then felt Sandra's bottom pull at the finger during the next orgasm. Beth pressed the finger in with the pull, then squirmed it about. She was pleased by the thrashing she inspired. Sandra collapsed, as the last orgasm rippled through her. Beth smiled, creeping up to kiss the younger woman softly on the lips. Sandra murmured quietly, then returned slowly to her senses. She hugged Beth tightly to her, crying and muttering into Beth's breasts. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
"I don't want it to end, I want more, please, more?" Red rimmed eyes and tears. Beth hugged the younger woman to her chest, cradling her head. "Sweetie, you come up to the twentieth floor anytime." She looked Sandra in the eye, "you bring that sweet twat up when you need a licking and when you want to suck my pussy, sweetie. If I call you for a lunch date you know what I'll want. Can you handle that?"
