Office Girl Allison

Office Girl Allison Ch. 17 — Adele's Night Out, Part IV: Reclaiming Adele

© William D'Ark 2022

This story is considered Not Suitable for Work and meant for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains graphic language as well as numerous sexually explicit scenes and images related to power exchange and exhibitionist-voyeur relationships, including bondage, discipline and sadomasochistic (BDSM) lifestyles that may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual and/or BDSM activity depicted in this work is presented as expressly consensual between adults. All characters and events are entirely fictional and any similarity to real persons living or dead is coincidental.

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(William Narrating)

'Sheryl, if Ernie becomes the family dominant, are you prepared to become his submissive?'

'Yes, I think so,' she replied, rubbing her hands together. 'I've been reading about it.' She looked at Ernie and said, 'I would just need to go slowly.' She paused... 'But I think you want to push, to go faster.' Then Sheryl looked at me and asked, 'How do we deal with that?'

I turned to Adele. 'Tie up your robe please. Then bring in the snack tray from the other room.' Looking at Ernie, I said 'May I take Sheryl from you for a few minutes?'

Ernie looked at Sheryl and gave the first direct order I heard him speak. 'Do what he says,' he told her. Sheryl looked bewildered. 'Go to him,' he said firmly.

She stood up and walked over just as Adele brought in the tray. 'See if Ernie would like something from there,' I said, taking Sheryl by the hand.

'Come sit on my lap. ...No, not sideways, sit facing me, your legs straddling mine.'

Sheryl settled onto my knees with her thighs parted. White panties peeked out from below the dress's split hem. I held the woman's wrists against the arms of the chair, parting my knees so Sheryl's thighs widened more. Her eyes reacted. Her nipples hardened too.

Ernie was fitting goat cheese onto a sourdough cracker, trying to watch. Adele filled his glass with champagne.

'Adele, while you have the champagne, bring Sheryl's glass. Let's give her have a long cool drink.'

Adele approached from the other side so Ernie could see.

'Drinking from a glass without your hands,' I said to Sheryl, 'requires trust. And Adele, you have to be attentive enough so she doesn't choke.' The two women gazed at each other. 'So...fill her glass... Good. Now, Sheryl turn your head... Adele let her have some.'

Sheryl tilted her head as Adele tipped the glass. Sheryl gulped the carbonated wine, one deep swallow, then a second... A little ran from the corner of her mouth.

'That's perfect. Nice work you two. Adele, clean up that little dribble please.'

'Yes Sir,' she said, leaning over to kiss the side of Sheryl's mouth, flicking the lips with her tongue.

'Excellent. Now, put down the glass and step around behind Sheryl. You can help us with something else.'

'How was that?' I asked Sheryl. 'Everything go down alright?' She nodded, swallowing again. Her cheeks were flushed. Was the wine causing it? Or the helplessness she was feeling, restrained and displayed. Or was it was the uncertainty, the possible thrill of having Adele poised behind her not knowing what to expect next. Maybe all those things were at work, joining forces inside her chest, causing rapid heartbeat and heavier breathing. Possibly even causing slick juices to gather between her legs. We would all soon know.

I looked over at Ernie looking at me. He was feasting on treats and guzzling wine. I nodded to him, he nodded back. Sheryl belonged to me at the moment.

'Sheryl, I complimented you on the dress earlier this evening. I like all the possibilities it offers. Did you choose to wear it for that reason? Because of all the possibilities?'

She squirmed on my lap and pulled at her wrists. 'I don't know,' she quietly replied. 'Maybe. I know Ernie likes it.'

'I'm sure he does. Anyone looking at you would like it. Because it offers so many possibilities. Let me show you one that I find especially exciting.'

'Do you mind?' I asked her, staring straight into her eyes. 'We won't do this if you don't trust me.'

She snorted a bit... trying to squeeze her legs together... 'Show me,' she said quietly, twisting her body to and fro.

'Yes. My pleasure. Adele, reach up to the loop knot behind her neck. Untie it please. Hold onto the cords...'

Sheryl's eyes grew wider. She licked her lips. Adele did the task and held up the untied halter ends from behind.

'Perfect, thank you. Now... Sheryl, one of the great delights of this dress is that you can adjust the neckline. It's already quite nicely scooped in front. But if we loosen the tie... allowing the bodice to drop down... Adele? Yes, like that... not all the way. Just so the front panels drape lower in front... With the nipples just

barely

covered.'

Adele draped her wrists across Sheryl's shoulders, letting the halter ties slide through her fingers. As she did, Sheryl's breasts came into view showing rock hard, fire pink nipples and tight areolas. The dress's fabric plopped back across her chest. Adele peered over Sheryl's shoulder lowering the scooped front... more... a little more...

'Perfect Adele. Tie up the remaining cord. See, Sheryl? You are still street legal... but look how much more bare skin is revealed.'

The scoop front bodice had dropped below Sheryl's sternum. Edges of areola threatened to show at the very narrow upside-down-V panels.

'Not only are you showing more skin, but the loosened bodice shows more breast flesh as you walk. That's exciting isn't it?' I said, filling Sheryl with the positive image while smiling innocently.

Sheryl was carefully studying the new look. 'Ernie would like me to show like this,' she said, wriggling her hips across my knees, panties flashing.

'I'm sure he would. So would I. So would Adele. And anyone else who was looking. Because you had knowingly, purposefully, decided to wear the dress... So people would

look

at your breasts. You're already mostly naked underneath but it adds an extra layer of excitement when you take things to the next level like this. Don't you think? Can't you feel it?'

'Yes,' she fidgeted. 'It does. I do feel it.' Her nostrils were flaring, taking in more air.

'And you know what?' I added... 'It doesn't matter if nobody sees! It doesn't matter if you go all night and never notice anyone looking. It only matters that you

want them to see.

That you dressed so they could.'

She was taking all of it in.

'And when people do see your body, our brains go to just one place. We can only think of one thing. Do you know what that is?'

She hesitated... 'What, fucking me?'

'Well, yes, there's that; you're so pretty and desirable. But there's a step in between. Adele is going to show you what that is. What our brains...

all

our brains... everyone who sees you... thinks about when you dress to show your body.'

I looked sideways at Adele. 'Do it.'

Adele, reading my mind for the second time that evening, stepped behind Sheryl and gently, lightly ran her fingers across Sheryl's neck and shoulders.

'

huuUHH...'

Sheryl reacted, inhaling deeply.

'The only thing we think about is what it would be like to touch you,' I said firmly.

Ernie stood up for a closer look.

Adele let her fingers trail downwards across Sheryl's shoulder blades, down her sides, across her ribs...

'

Ahh... Ahh...'

Sheryl arched her back. I could see goose bumps rise up on her arms. Fine hairs stood straight in the air.

The retied bodice had opened up side vents revealing half of Sheryl's breasts. Inching her way forward, causing Sheryl's torso to shiver, Adele's hands swept across the exposed breasts using her nails and reaching all the way inside to run fingers across Sheryl's belly... As if to hug her... but pulling back so the hands could engulf each breast and work the nipples from inside the fabric.

'

Jsusij...uhhhuo... greackk....'

Sheryl babbled, snapping back her head, tugging hard against my grip. '

Huhuhuuu...'

Her hips ground at my knees. She tried to stand but I held her wrists firm while Adele pushed down from behind.

Sheryl was going nowhere.

Adele's hands were tickling, tweaking, stroking, teasing, then going through the motions again, across her back, in front, then focusing on the breasts... tugging at nipples, pinching and twisting, tapping the tips with her nails... with Sheryl shouting and crying. '

Aaggg, huugg'

she moaned. 'Stop, stop! You're driving me

crazy...

Please...

stoppp...

'

I nodded to Adele who stood up straight, hands at her side. Ernie had moved to get a different, angled view.

'Do you really want us to stop?' I asked her.

'Yes. Please stop. It's too intense. I can't handle it.'

'Well...okay, we will stop if you say so. But there's one other thing I would like to show you.'

She was gasping for breath. Looking down at me. Shaking. Moisture in her eyes.

'What other thing?' she asked. ...Submissively. Quivering.

I looked at Adele and gave a downward motion with my chin. I arced my eyes too, in a downward loop.

Adele nodded. She stepped forward and, from beneath the back of the split hem dress, palmed her hands across the firm round cheeks of Sheryl's ass.

'Ohh!' Sheryl said. 'No William, nooo. Not there. Not that. Oh my

god...

'

I looked over at Ernie, whose arms were folded watching the scene unfold. He nodded and stepped closer to his wife.

'You belong to him till he or I say otherwise,' he said in a low voice. 'Be a good girl. Trust him.'

The heat in the room rose noticeably. Sheryl's cheeks turned red and her eyes watered.

'Yes,' she breathed. 'That other thing. Show me.'

Adele didn't need my prompt. She lifted the back of the dress high above the panty line. Her hand snuck inside the underwear, slipping past the elastic and down, middle finger first, between the cheeks, pausing to circle the anus, then all the way to the slick oily labia that, by this time, was giving off a musty forest floor aroma.

'

Haa...AH!'

Sheryl reacted, lowering her head.

She pushed her hips back, against Adele's hand. Little fucking motions began as Adele slipped her fingers inside Sheryl's pussy,

Ah Ah Ah ...

rubbing at what must have been a swelling nubby clitoris. Adele's arm moved back and forth, back and forth as Sheryl's widely parted knees allowed, slipping in and out, hunting for the magic switch—the G-spot—while circling and thrubbing the clit with her fingertips.

Even if Sheryl had resisted, her fate was sealed; the orgasm would be strong if not long lasting.

Within moments she had decorated the carpet with cum, leaking white stuff between my knees. She struggled against my hold, dropping a shoulder while crying out '

Cummmingg!!,

Ohhh!,

Fffuuckkk...',

gritting her teeth before grunting and snorting the final waves, all the while pushing against my chest.

I looked over at Ernie who showed a smile of approval.

I released Sheryl's wrists. They would probably bruise by the following day. I took her into my arms, hugging her till my nose lay buried in her hair.

'You are a very good girl,' I said to her. 'You trusted us to pleasure like this. You came hard, while all three of us watched. I know Ernie is proud of you too. I'll give you back to him.'

She rose up and stumbled backwards into Ernies arms, the panties, the dress all falling into place. Ernies arms went inside the loosened bodice where he hugged her close with his hands cupping Sheryl's breasts.

'I love you,' he said in her ear. She seemed euphoric, mouth open and eyes closed. She reached up to stroke Ernie's head as he caressed and fondled bare skin inside the lounge dress.

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After that, Sheryl relaxed. She became accepting, childlike even. I had passed some kind of test she held in her mind. She nuzzled next to Ernie while they snacked from the tray. We opened the second bottle of champagne and I asked if Sheryl would like to trade the dress for something more like what Adele was wearing. 'May I?' she replied. So I told Adele to give her a tour of the dungeon and select something from the wardrobe there. Ernie talked on about training options. After a few minutes the girls returned with Sheryl wearing a similarly sheer half robe in robin's egg blue.

'Do you mind being naked in the lights here?' I asked her, pointing to the barely covered windows.

'Oh,' she replied looking around. 'I hadn't even noticed! So, no, I guess not. Are you okay with it?' she asked Ernie, tossing the lounge dress over an arm of the couch.

Ernie rose up and kissed her, drawing her towards the tall front glass. With her facing outwards he undid the robe's silk tie, pulling back her arms and baring Sheryl, his wife, to the outside world. Entirely naked.

'This,' he said. 'This is what I want. This and more.'

Sheryl stood there basking in Ernie's glow. A car zipped by... She turned around bashfully. 'Maybe,' she said to her husband. 'Do me like this gradually, please. We'll see.'

'You are so hot,' he told her. 'I want you right this minute.'

'Really?' she replied with genuine surprise. 'In front of them? No... Well maybe someday. I'm not ready for that.'

Perhaps Sheryl was okay with something else I wanted to suggest.

'Ernie's pleasure is important too, don't you think?' I asked her.

She blinked at me. Clearly the idea of reciprocal pleasure was something she hadn't given much consideration.

'If I offer this other girl, Adele, to Ernie to use... Does that feel threatening to you?'

She said. 'I'm not threatened by her. I would like to be more like her, really. I already imagined giving a girl like her to Ernie someday. Somebody I could trust. Like, maybe for his birthday or our anniversary.'

I stood up and walked towards Sheryl. 'Ernie, you may take Adele into the study if you want to. You can have her there for as long as you like. Sheryl and I will be here, talking and snacking.'

I didn't even look at Adele. It was time she learned what it felt like to be lifestyle property. To trust me in the same way Sheryl was learning to do.

Ernie rose up from the couch and took Adele's hand. 'Show me where the study is,' he told her.

I took the seat Ernie had vacated. I took Sheryl's hand. 'More champagne?' I asked.

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(Adele narrating)

William didn't look at me, giving me to this man I had just met. I wasn't sure how to react.

Should I be angry? He hadn't given me even a nod of encouragement.

Should I be proud? He knew I would give this man any sexual favor he wanted. I knew it too. I had accepted so much already from the man I wanted to call my Sir.

Or should I be... moody? Reluctant? ...To show my displeasure at being treated like a lifeless

thing

?

Just like Roman used to do. And like my fucking

father

had done... my daddy...

I was trying to work all this out when Ernie and I entered the back room, William's study. And there... as before... I was stunned by the overtly salacious, lewd, obscene... and somehow

erotic,

titillating images that loomed over us from the art filled wall. Ernie only paused for a moment or two before pulling the silken robe away from me.

But my body reacted quickly to the many overpowering visions of sexuality, filling me with desire in an instant. I suddenly understood what William had done, creating an environment that went to the core of human passion in a way nothing else could do. You couldn't

not

look at the pictures, the artwork. You suddenly saw yourself in every one of those images and idols.

...That was

IT!

The thing I couldn't quite see before..!

These images were totems, fetishes, graven depictions and godlike images. They went to the core of me on

purpose!

It was part of a planned, premeditated confrontation William wanted every viewer to contend with, where both divinities and devils inside us all were ready to be released!

There I was, naked, awed, as conflicting archetypes began to seethe inside me.

Ernie sat me down on the plush pillowed daybed. He spread my legs while I was just that moment coming to grips with what was happening to me. He pulled my hips forward and locked his lips onto my already juicy labia. His tongue

ssslliidd...

up and down my cunt, tickling my clit and snaking inside my gaping pussy. ...Then with his fingers... fucking

meee

... forcing

mee

e... closing that circuit...

oh my goddd

...

He used me for nearly an hour, till nearly midnight, cumming inside me twice more and releasing

soo mannyy cums

from my absolutely orgasm-starved fuck holes. My mouth, my cunt, my ass...all my holes became like fucking cum cannons. The day bed bumped and jostled far from the wall as he turned me over and around, lifted me up or pressed me to the floor. I heard myself making loud primitive animal like sounds, combining my worst fear with my most strident wish—I had become

such a fucking slut!!

A

fuck slut

! A

slut

without limits. AND...I had become a very real, wholly alive

woman

... born to be a sexual creature pulled between heaven and the seven hells. It was all the same, I realized. I was both goddess and she-demon surrendering to his wishes, the mix of emotions and revelations reeling inside me with every thrust, every kiss, every fabulous, endless, primal, ...high

minded...

orgasm!

Dozens of them. Hundreds even. Building, building... to some screaming explosive completion I barely remember.

He used them till I thought he had drained me dry. And that had never happened before.

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I woke from a shallow sleep with crusty eyes and stiff hips. How could one man have done that to me... so well? For so long? Was I that much a temptress? A succubus? Or was he a living Priapus?

I struggled into the front room, naked and no longer concerned about being so in front of others. Sheryl lay between the two men like a purring cat, her robe pulled back, the men's hands on her breasts and inside her sex, working her slow and certain towards what must have been just another cum as she lay there completely open to it all. The snack tray had been mostly emptied, the champagne bottles too.

Soft classical music drifted on the air.

Ernie rose and took me by the hand. 'Take my seat,' he said to me.

William was giving me a look of acceptance, satisfaction, maybe even pride.

He and Sheryl had listened to the entire thing. He had toyed with her all the while, making her cum many times with his hands before Ernie finally drove me comatose. He had rejoined his wife while I slept, the couple hugging, kissing, fondling... Whispering their reunion.

I curled up tight onto the small space Ernie vacated. He pulled at Sheryl's hand and the two slowly rose and regrouped, making their way out the front door. Sheryl didn't bother to cover up as she walked to their car barefoot and dressed only in wavy blue air. William waved and smiled, saying, 'Call me, we'll work out the details.' If he was adding them to his training program, I felt sure that would take some of his attention from me. From Allison too. But I was in no mood to challenge whatever had been agreed to. I just wanted to sleep.

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That was not to be for at least another hour. William took me to the back of the house, to the master bedroom and the adjacent marble bathroom. He poured a bath and helped me slip into hot water and reverie. I remember my backside and thighs stinging as he lowered me down. He took up a soft sponge and fragrant soap, gently, slowly, scrubbing and rinsing before letting me soak. He talked quietly about how well I had done and how proud he was of me.