Heath's muscles cramped as his body slowly awakened. The sound of the shower roused him and the heavy fog from the bathroom only added to his sleepy state. His boss Cheryl had awoken before him and left the sheets of her bed strewn every which way. He wondered if her frenzied late night bout of masturbation was the cause. He knew it was her right, and laying at the foot of her bed, was not always witness to the act. Most likely she had considered him but thought of him sleeping peacefully and instead chose her vibrator which now rested on the nightstand like evidence at a crime scene. He found himself growing jealous of the instrument and walked to the bathroom to join his mate.
She was barely visible behind the dense mist of the shower yet he made out her form; bare and perfect behind the clouded glass. At the sight of her his cock lengthened. Since meeting Cheryl he found he had become much more aroused than usual, even at the must mundane actions. Trivial things like watching her brush her hair or cross her legs was enough to bring him to full erection in moments. Now he merely stood in the doorway, the heated air soothing his body and tickling his swelled prick.
Behind the glass she saw him and decided to give him a show. Lather collected on her body and she rubbed it over her breasts, as if enjoying herself. She turned away from him, as if she hadn't yet noticed him. She stretched like a cat, pulling her hands to the ceiling and raising up on her tiptoes. As she came down, she bent over and grabbed her knees, to stretch the muscles of her thighs.
From behind her Heath had the perfect view. He stared open mouthed as he came closer to see the full roundness of her ass and the plump pussy beneath. He noticed her tiny asshole, which he adored and showered with kisses whenever she asked. He gasped.
He forgot himself and she was shocked when she turned to see him tugging on his swollen cock. The night before they had made love and, warning him against coming, she climbed on top and rode him until his cock grew sore. As he came close to peaking, she collapsed. With her breath ragged in his ear she could only give one command- "Floor. Now, boy. I must sleep." With that she rolled her perspiring body off him as he meekly descended to the foot of her bed.
His body hadn't forgotten the disappointment and, like a wronged animal, his instincts took over, forcing him to complete what had been taken from him. Cheryl saw this and angrily rapped on the shower door. Staring at her, the droplets of moisture clinging to her pussy hair, he quickly looked up to see her brow furrowed and a foreboding index finger scolding him for his action.
"What did I tell you?" She asked.
Sadly he freed himself from his grip. His head hung down. Dripping wet, she stepped from the shower, grabbed his hand and pulled him behind her to the bedroom. He watched the shining wet cheeks of her ass bound with each step. She stopped and turned to face him. For a moment, she appraised him; his lean, muscular body, boyish face and thickened shaft betraying his intent. Like all boys, he had a bad habit, one she took upon herself to curb. He was a wonderful person, bright, sweet and kind. With her help he would prosper as a man.
A press of her hand on his shoulder urged him down. Silently he fell to his knees until he was almost eye to eye with her womanhood. Admiring the soft swell of her mound, hidden beneath a thin layer of auburn hair, he found it even more difficult to keep his attention focused. Gripping a handful of his hair, she pressed him against her sex.
"Don't speak, just listen. You have certain expectations you must live up to in your position. You are a good worker, and willing to take on tasks most wouldn't." She paused to sigh slowly as his tongue began stroking her labia lovingly before continuing, "Part of your job description is to follow orders. You are my assistant- professionally, socially and sexually. It is an enviable position, and one most would work their whole lives to attain, but you must learn to follow orders and work with authority. Namely me." She was quivering now. How did he become such an expert pussy licker? She must remember to find his teacher and thank her.
Reluctantly, she pulled him by his chin until he looked up at her. A mixture of her juices and moisture from the shower covered his mouth. He looked up at her innocently. "Learn that and you'll do well," she said in what was barely more than a squeak.
Glad her admonition was finished, she reclined on the bed, her knees parted to allow him access. He renewed his attentions, placing soft kisses on her lips, circling her vagina. His lips parted and gently sucked her flesh between them, savoring the warm taste that flowed into his mouth. As he took her into him, his tongue reached out to bathe her soft flesh.
Since meeting him, her ardor had been greatly revived. Each day she awoke with a passion and found herself needing relief before bed each night. Several times in the past weeks, she took time off to find a quiet moment to satiate herself. Her climaxes had grown deeper, more fulfilling, and each time she was touched she found herself more easily stimulated.
As Heath's lips pressed against her vulva she remembered this and realized how thankful she was for his devotion and attentiveness to her every need. His tongue slipped out, tracing the full lips of her pussy making her breathe deeply and stretch like a cat. As she grew more excited, he nibbled up and down her slit, stopping at the bottom of her opening and gently pressed his tongue into her. She squealed girlishly before catching herself. Her legs parted further and she lifted her knees to her chest, allowing him better access to her furry mound.
His tongue, hardened to a point, dabbed into her slick hole. She had been aroused all night since dropping off to sleep after two orgasms and her mind had been filled with warm, sexy dreams that made her wanting as soon as she opened her eyes. She eagerly anticipated the moment her boy's lips would pleasure her, even as she stepped over his naked, sleeping form to make her way to the shower.
Now, with his lips on her sex and her body being pleasured, she could think of nowhere else she'd rather be. Her body responded to him completely as his tongue trailed up her sensitive skin, tasting the dampness of her soft hairs. Her arousal rose quickly and he soon was mouthing the hidden pearl of her clit. His tongue fluttered over her hood, teasing her before slowly taking it between his pursed lips. She was gulping for breath, her fingers running through his hair, almost pulling at them, as he tenderly stroked the underside of her jewel. The flat of his thumb pressed against her opening, pressing tenderly, as if guarding it before entering her. He pressed downwards, soothing the highly sensitive skin there with a series of firm strokes along the bottom of her canal.
This quickly brought her to the edge and, with his bottom lip against her opening and her clit pressing against his tongue, she came with a fury. Her thighs wrapped around his head and she held him roughly against her. Unable to breathe for a moment, he could only inhale the slickened scent of her pussy, mixed with the fresh clean aroma of her recent shower. It was heavenly and Heath sighed to himself, surrounded by the air of his lover.
As her body came down, the grip of her legs relented and he fell back on his haunches. She lay sprawled across the bed for slow minutes, her chest expanding with each deep breath, before rising up on her elbows. Her hair, not yet dry from the shower, hung messily over one eye. "Time for you to take a shower," she told him. "We've got to be at the office in an hour."
Doing as he was told, he made his way to the bathroom and quickly showered and shaved. When he returned, Cheryl was dressed in a short business skirt, matching top and a navy jacket folded on the bedspread. He admired the sight of her bent over as she arranged her underwear drawer. Her ass, rounded and full, stretched the confines of the tiny skirt.
Turning, she noticed him gazing at her. He was fresh from the shower with tiny droplets of water quickly drying on his skin. The bathtowel was thrown over his shoulder while he stood naked, his cock rapidly lengthening. Despite all the attention she received last night, his body had received little. It wasn't due to selfishness on her part, but rather fatigue following a series of drawn out orgasms that stretched through her body, making rest a priority.
"Your uniform is hanging in the closet."
Uniform? What did he need with a uniform? The look on her face let her know all he was thinking. "It's to make look your best," she told him. "First impressions are everything."
His uniform consisted of a black shirt, two sizes too small and a pair of shorts that ended halfway down the thigh. He held it up on the tiny coathanger, looking for more than what he saw.
"Come on now," she chided, patting the curve of his butt tauntingly. "Get dressed, we have to leave soon." She stood back and watched as he reluctantly stepped into the clothes. When he finished, she had him turn to face her. His strong physique filled out the clothes and his erection, now completely full, pressed against the seam of his shorts. To Cheryl, it looked almost painful.
His cheeks turned a faint pink as she stepped closer, eyeing him like he was a tiny animal caught in a trap. Stepping on the balls of her feet, she leaned upwards to place a full bodied, open mouthed kiss on his lips. He was stunned by her brazenness but soon responded in kind, his arms wrapping around her form and pulling her close. Just before she broke their kiss, her hand reached below his waist and pressed against the stiff length of his cock, cradling it in her palm for a moment. This caused his heart to race and left him flustered as she exited the bedroom.
Her office was on the floor beneath where they had her interview. It was spacious, though not excessively large and had a beautiful view of the city, as well as a sliver of the green forests beyond, though she doubted it would be visible on all but the clearest of days. Heath followed her in though he expected the desk that stood by the door of her office was most likely for him. A new Dell Computer rested on it, along with stationary and filing cabinets that stood behind the chair.
He seated himself and quickly began to work sorting through the files and organizing the space to his liking. Cheryl seemed at ease in her new surroundings as well and through the door that she left ajar, he could hear her working busily.
By midmorning several coworkers stopped by, their curiosity getting the better of them. One, a svelte, athletic redhead, walked to his desk, placed her knuckles at the edge of the wood and demanded to know his name.
"Heath," he answered nervously.
A tiny scowl appeared on her brow, "Heath what?" He was confused; afraid he'd upset her. Pleased with his nervousness, she added "Heath, maam?"
"Oh uh, Heath, Maam."
"Is your boss in, Heath?"
He said she was and ushered her into the office. As he sat back down at the desk to organize his desktop, she stole a look back at him.
