I had a sudden flashback to my first time with Katie, going down on her on my couch. She was in almost the exact same position as Sam - lying fully exposed to me, one leg on the ground, the other comfortably resting on the back of her couch. Sam was guiding my between her legs, and I became aware of the sharp tang of sweat and her muskiness combining into a powerful aroma. I had just enough time to admire her pussy for a second before my face was buried in her wetness, her hands entwining in my hair, holding my mouth firmly against her.
I heard her exhale softly as I extended my tongue and tentatively licked her already wet slit. She tasted both salty and a little bit sweet, and I moaned at the feeling of her softness under my mouth. I licked slowly and flicked her small hard clit with the just the tip of my tongue, gently.
I felt her body quiver and her hands spasmed slightly.
"ohhhh god..." I heard her exhale, as I began to trace another path from the bottom of her pussy all the way to her clit. Her hands slowly relaxed and I felt her body shift as she drew her arms back up over her head and arched her back slightly, giving me even more access to her.
I groaned as another jolt of electricity shocked me, this time on my testicles. Sam moaned in response as I continued my slow, patient licking. I felt her heel on my back as she moved her leg from the back of the couch to rest on me, enclosing me even more as her muscular thigh pressed against my cheek. I could feel her juices start to cover my face, and my mouth was flooded with the taste of her.
"Ohhhhhh....." She breathed again, stretching her arms fully over her head. "Just like that....you're good at this....."
I flushed with pleasure at her praise, but remembered my lessons Katie had taught me, and continued with my slow, slow licking, each lick ending with a flick of her clit, which was now larger and even harder against my tongue. My cock was struggling against the cruel steel cage, and I cursed internally for the millionth time that I was locked in this device. I could be getting laid - fucking this amazing, gorgeous and eager woman. My mind glossed over the ethical problems in a hormone - fueled fog, my only thought was of plunging my hard cock deep into the warmth of her pussy...
I cried out as the next shock tore through my dick, my voice muffled against her. Sam moaned again.
"Oh fuck....I love how into this you are...god it turns me on so much..." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hands reach down and grasp her heavy breasts through her thin white crop top. Her nipples were hard and clearly outlined against the already straining fabric of her shirt. She was slowly massaging her boobs, clenching and unclenching her hands, her thumb and forefinger occasionally tweaking her nipples.
"hmmmmmmm......fuck.....who knew.....sleeping with your boss would feel...." She was beginning to breathe heavily, interrupting her words. She moaned again. "...so....fucking....good..."
I was trembling with desire, trying desperately to ignore both my cramped cock and the relentless electrical pulses punishing my arousal. I knew that trying to calm down and relax was utterly pointless when I was eating out Sam. Recent events with Amber had made me think I was never going to get sexual contact again, and even knowing I was locked, it was still amazing to be having sex.
Minutes of slow, steady licking went by. My hands were around her hips, holding her against my mouth. I felt her breathing grow ever so slowly faster and deeper, and began focusing my tongue on her clit, licking and circling. I felt her gasp as I sucked on her clit lightly for a second.
"Fuck...."
I sucked her again, pulling her clit into my mouth for just a second or two. My right hand slid under her butt, feeling and squeezing her ass.
"Damn...that feels....fuck.....amazing...."
I continued this pattern for several more minutes as I felt her body react and her moans become more desperate. Her body was beginning to shake slightly, and she was muttering "oh fuck...oh fuck..." under her breath constantly. Her hands were kneading her breasts quickly and constantly.
"Oh fuck!! Chris....you're gonna make me cum..."
Suddenly her back arched and both thighs clamped around my head. Even with her legs blocking almost all sound I heard her ragged cry as her whole body shook violently for several seconds. I fought to maintain contact with her clit, continuing to do exactly what I was doing before. Katie's words were echoing in my fevered mind.
"When I'm cuming, DO NOT for the love of god just decide to go apeshit with your tongue. Keep doing what you were doing to get me there. I can't tell you how many orgasms I've had ruined by guys that lost their shit when I started to cum and messed it all up."
I held on and after what seemed like an eternity, the pressure of Sam's thighs on my head lessened, and her legs fell to the side, spent.
"Ok...ok ok ok" She breathed, gently pushing me away from her. I rested my head on her thigh, my face just inches from her sopping pussy. It was covered in juices and saliva, glistening in the dim light of her living room. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and just lay there, struggling to catch my own breath. I occasionally twitched as the cage punished me, but somehow it didn't seem to matter as much. I was in heaven, inches away from Sam's pussy after giving her what seemed like an amazing orgasm. I felt oddly fulfilled - almost as if I was the one that got off. As we both lay there, content to just relax and catch our breath, I wondered if that was the result of another subtle rewiring of my brain caused by the cage. It already made every sexual situation so much...deeper? Impactful? I knew that a hint of leg or deep cut top made me quiver, much more so than before the cage. The constant low-level horniness I was feeling made me so much weaker to subtle teases like that. I was also not allowed to see porn, and that might have something to do with it as well. Sort of like being re-sensitized to the female body.
I felt Sam stir, and she reached down to grab my arms. She pulled me up to her, and I slid between her and the back of the couch, more or less on my side, slightly facing her. She turned on her side as well, facing me. Despite my face being covered in wetness, she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply
"Fuck Chris...that was amazing...who taught you how to do that?"
I froze. How did she know? I started to stammer something.
"Hush," she laughed, putting a finger on my lips. "I really don't want to know. But I'll certainly reap the benefits." She smiled, and I found myself smiling back. Her dark eyes were shining in the dim glow of the streetlights outside.
She shifted a bit, and pressed herself against me. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, and she nuzzled her head against my neck, trapping my arm under her. I smelled the clean scent of her hair right against my nose. She shifted her hips and put one leg up over mine. She was still naked from the waist down, only wearing the low cut thin crop top.
"Is this how you expected your night to end up?" She asked, her voice telling me that she was smiling.
"Uh...no. No, not at all."
She laughed, and I felt her breasts move against my chest.
"Didn't think so. Me neither. Seeing you at the club was...a surprise."
We laid there in silence for a second.
She shifted slightly so she could look up at me.
"I'm serious Chris. I won't tell anyone about your...um...issue. I'm not that kind of person."
I breathed another sigh of relief. I had wondered if I had traded one super humiliating secret for another. Was it really any better if every single person at my company thought I couldn't get it up than the reality of me being locked in a cage? I was hoping that it would be neither.
"Thank you."
"That can't be...easy..." She said, putting a hand on my stomach. "To explain. I mean to dates and stuff. It must have been hard."
She was still looking up at me, her eyes intense but full of sympathy. I suddenly thought that Sam would be a dangerously good manager some day. Sharp, but she also seemed to really connect quickly and easily with people. It was a super weird situation - a one night stand essentially between a boss and my employee. Not even my employee, technically. An intern. But somehow it felt like I had known her for weeks.
"No. Thank you. It's not really easy." I lied, hoping to get off this topic.
She seemed to sense that I wasn't comfortable talking about it, even if it wasn't for the reason she thought. She shrugged and went back to resting her head against my neck.
We laid there in silence for another minute. I was finally calm enough to not be getting any shocks, although I was thoroughly enjoying the feeling of this nearly naked woman pressed against me.
"I still can't believe you made Jake my team leader."
I laughed, thrown off by the ridiculously out of context comment. She giggled slightly along with me and poked me in the ribs.
"What? We can't talk about work now?"
She looked up at me, and impish grin on her face.
"I mean....where did that come from?" I said, smiling back at her.
She shrugged, and I felt her breasts rise under her thin shirt.
"Just trying to make conversation. Not sure what else we have in common."
I could see her point.
"So just tell me if work is off limits or something."
I shook my head, still chuckling.
"No...no it's fine."
She nodded.
"Ok....so...why Jake?"
It was weird at first, having a serious conversation about work with an intern I had just eaten, but it did help to diffuse the awkwardness. She asked really insightful questions about how the company was set up, what people had responsibility for, and things like that. I realized she had really done some thinking about my company.
"Ok...but back to Jake," she said, as I finished up a long explanation of the team management choices.
I chuckled again, amused by her insistence on this.
I shrugged. Or as best as I could manage from my horizontal position with Sam's head resting on my arm. Which was starting to go tingly and numb, I realized.
"He's got seniority, and he does a decent job."
