Temptation (Ch. 02)
soppingwetpanties
This story can be read by itself, though Chapter One will give you more context.
This is one of WN's fantasies dealing with female body worship, a noble calling.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter Two
Arthur Cranston was jarred awake at 5:30 a.m. by the incessant ringing of his old fashioned wind-up alarm clock. Ordinarily surly at that time in the morning Arthur woke up refreshed... and happy. He wanted nothing more than to go to work.
You might think Arthur was just another middle aged divorced working stiff who had nothing more in life than his job. And if you made that observation two days ago you would have been right. But he had a different reason he wanted so badly to get to work. So badly it hurt.
The previous day started out like all the others: budget meetings in windowless conference rooms, bad coffee, meaningless reports and all manner of corporate bullshit. All that changed during lunchtime when the building's management conducted a routine fire drill. While Arthur was outside sharing his gourmet sandwiches with comely young blonde Trish Cooper in the park adjacent to his office, his HR Manager, Liliana Perez, a buxom Latino firecracker, was snooping in his office, finding and downloading his secret stash of porn from his personal laptop onto a thumb drive. Ultimately IT Director Valerie Kingsley came into possession of the lurid content, all of which revolved around submission and female body worship.
Though Arthur appeared to be a regular guy and acted like one, he wasn't. Regular guys didn't want to be dominated by a woman and made to worship her body. Arthur wanted to, but was never given the opportunity to do so -- not by his ex-wife or his half a dozen ex-girlfriends. The first time was the previous day when Valerie Kingsley rewarded him by sitting on his face so he could worship her ass while Liliana sucked him off and then let him eat his cum out of her overflowing snatch. It was without a doubt the best day of his adult life.
There was a small price to pay. Valerie extracted Arthur's promise not to seek a promotion to Director of North American operations for Lumière Paris, a French women's cosmetics and skin care company, a position Valerie also coveted. It was Arthur's long-term goal to achieve that lofty title, but the prospect of worshipping both Valerie and Liliana's bodies was too enticing to refuse - not when he spent every moment of his free time fantasizing about doing exactly that. He never fantasized about going to work.
Arthur woke up with an erection. He often did, but this one was different. He'd been up for ten minutes brushing his teeth and then making coffee and his boner got harder, not softer. He couldn't get Valerie's face and body out of his mind. She was just the kind of Domme he dreamed about. Beautiful, cold, calculating to the point of manipulative, with a streak of nasty and cruel thrown in for good measure. Her beauty included thick dark and shiny hair, a wonderful soft rounded ass and the full rounded breasts of a mature woman.
He didn't care she was a lesbian. His fantasies never included intercourse with his Domme. He wasn't worthy of that. His reward was touching her, tasting her and licking her. He wanted to serve her in whatever manner she demanded. That got him off.
Arthur stepped into the shower and the hot water made him glow. His morning shower usually felt good but this morning it felt great, but his erection was starting to hurt because he'd been hard so long. He recalled Mistress Valerie telling him something about not touching himself but he didn't think she was serious about it. What harm would come from a quick jerk-off and yielding to this innocuous temptation? Arthur started thinking about Valerie's sweet, sweet ass. The brown circle of anal pleasure. His hand started moving slowly as he replayed the scene in his office the previous day, his tongue finally touching her tantalizing pucker, swirling around the rim and pushing inside, feeling her asshole clench as he pleasured her. It was the first time he'd been allowed to worship a woman's asshole until he was satiated. Then Liliana, his manager and go to person, a woman whose breasts he worshipped from afar every day at work. Liliana's tits were the shape of small cantaloupes, barely contained by her tight fitting tops. She titty fucked him and then let him cum in her mouth. Arthur visualized sucking on her long thick nipples as his hand went faster.
Valerie's domination of Arthur started when she and Liliana came into his office, purportedly to show him who had stolen the porn off of his personal laptop. While Valerie was exposing Liliana's duplicity, she showed Arthur one of his favorite videos --
Office Submission: New Conquest - Brianna dominates her male boss.
There was no doubt as to Arthur's kink, and Valerie's threat to expose him to the rest of the office if he didn't withdraw his request for promotion sounded and felt like blackmail. But was it blackmail when Arthur was coerced to do the exact thing he'd wanted to do for his entire adult life?
The humiliation of Valerie and Liliana knowing his dirty secret and threatening to expose him made Arthur ashamed, terrified, and then wildly excited. When Valerie sat her sweet ass on his face and Liliana put her juicy fat lips around his cock he thought he'd gone to heaven. The thought of being dominated by two beautiful women made Arthur's hand a blur as he stuck his face inches from the shower head, the hot water beating against his face as he brought himself off, splashing his cum against the tiled wall in successive spurts until he was spent, physically and emotionally. Arthur's knees felt weak so he used his hand to brace himself against the wall until he recovered. He watched his cum run down the tiled shower wall and join fine streams of water meandering into the drain. He wondered if it was an allegory for his life, flowing along until it suddenly dropped into a black hole - the dark spot in Arthur's soul.
Life was about to take a different, and better, direction for Arthur Cranston.
* * *
Arthur arrived at his designated parking space, D-17 in the West Lot. His white Honda Civic was lost among the sea of family sedans parked in an upscale suburban office complex in Parsippany, New Jersey. He made his usual stroll past recently staked up maples, dodging puddles on the sidewalk made by the lawn's sprinklers. There was still a chill in the air that made Arthur's cheeks red.
The expansive glass walled entrance to the lobby was the building's most impressive feature. Arthur went in beaming, the sunshine highlighting his salt and pepper hair, and his clean shaven face still holding the angles of his younger years. He chose his best navy blue suit, a French cuffed shirt and polished black wingtip shoes. He looked and felt like he was twenty years younger.
"Looking good Mr. Cranston," said Elrod, the building manager, an African-American man with distinguished white hair, who was greeting building residents as they entered the building.
"And a good morning to you," Arthur said, pushing the call button for the elevator. It was the first time in forever that he actually was happy to be in the office.
Arthur got into the elevator and was about to push the button for "5," his floor, but temptation got the best of him. Even though Mistress Valerie had him under his thumb, his infatuation with Trish Cooper, a young blonde ingenue he hired off the campus of Columbia University as a junior sales associate, inspired him to push "4" for her floor and pay her an unplanned visit. Ordinarily Arthur would have had second thoughts and passed on his visit to Trish, fearing rejection, but on this day Arthur felt at the top of the world, and that feeling overcame his natural shyness.
Trish was no ordinary college co-ed. She was strikingly beautiful, the kind of woman who effortlessly turned heads. She had long, flowing natural blonde hair with gentle curls, the perfect shade between honey and platinum. Her features were delicate, yet captivating - high cheekbones, full lips, bright intelligent baby blue eyes that gleamed with charm - and ambition. She was tall, almost as tall as Arthur, with the long sinewy legs of a cross-country runner. Those legs looked spectacular in heels, and on the day Arthur decided to pay her a visit she was wearing her favorite Jimmy Choos.
The elevator stopped at the fourth floor, the floor containing advertising and sales. The department was almost exclusively women, and in a sea of well-dressed women in full make-up, Trish still stood out. Arthur eyed her as he walked down the hallway towards her office. Trish was wearing a sleek, semi-sheer ivory silk blouse that was unbuttoned enough for Arthur to peek at her expensive lace bra, the outline of which was evident through the blouse. She was wearing a stunning diamond choker, a slender band of platinum encrusted with a row of meticulously set, brilliant round cut diamonds that shimmered with every move of her neck.
