This is chapter two of an ongoing story. If you haven't read chapter 1 yet, I suggest you do so first. As I said before, I file this under BDSM because of the strong power exchange undertones... the full manifestation of the D/s relationship won't happen until the next chapter, but if you're willing to stick with me, I hope you'll find it worth the wait. This isn't a quick story. The plot builds slowly, and each successive chapter is longer than the one before it, so far. However, the rest of the chapters will have more sexual encounters than the first one. All comments welcomed and appreciated, but if you have criticism please keep it
constructive.
Special thanks to Fetishep for editing.
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The next morning I took special care with my appearance. A slightly less conservative blouse than usual was paired with a slightly shorter skirt and taller heels. I left even earlier than usual too, and made sure I was already at my desk working when my boss walked through the door. It could have just been my imagination supplying what I wanted to see, but I'm pretty sure she almost smiled. I reported to her office after work, exactly as instructed. She had me give her a back massage, then a foot massage, and then she dismissed me, much to my disappointment. Once home, I cooked my dinner, and then treated myself to a night of porn and orgasms.
The weekend passed slowly, and Monday evening I was back in her office, hoping tonight would be the night she took advantage of my not-so subtle offer. Once more, she sent me home after just a massage. For the fifth night in a row, I tried to appease my body's cravings before falling into a restless sleep full of dreams of her. The rest of the week passed almost exactly the same. Friday afternoon, after Janet left, I reported to her office as usual. After I closed the door behind me, she instructed me to kneel on a pillow at her feet. She had provided me a pillow to kneel on earlier in the week, so I thought nothing of it as I began massaging her feet. This time, however, she told me to continue my work on her legs. I used the opportunity to admire the incredible muscle tone in her calves. I was almost in a trance when she gave me her next order. "Now lick my pussy."
I stared up at her for a few seconds, uncertain I'd heard her correctly.
"Is there a problem?" she asked, after the silence had stretched on just a little too long.
"No, ma'am, you just surprised me."
"I see. Well, either do what I told you and lick my pussy now, or go clean out your office. Which will it be?"
I didn't answer with words. This wasn't a situation that required much talking, after all. Either I obeyed, or I left. After the last week of sexual tension, I wasn't about to give up now that I'd finally gotten the invitation I was looking for. I began to kiss up her leg, using the tips of my fingers to slowly pull her skirt up her legs. As the skirt exposed more, I began to wonder what she would have on underneath. Would it be something sexy, the stereotypical sexy executive in the matching lingerie? Would she be as conservative underneath as she was on the surface? It never even crossed my mind to anticipate that underneath her skirt she would be wearing nothing, but that's exactly what I found. I gasped a little, surprised and even more turned on.
I slowly dragged my tongue up the soft skin of her bikini line, and then repeated the move on her other leg. I breathed in deep, luxuriating in her scent filling my awareness, trying to memorize every facet of this experience to savor in private later, and then flicked my tongue across her clit, quickly. I then ran my tongue up from her opening up to her clit, and moaned as her taste filled my mouth. The world narrowed to the pussy in front of me, and the need to draw even a single moan from her. I swirled my tongue across her clit in broad strokes, then returned to her opening, probing it, letting her fluid coat my tongue, before bringing it back up to her clit, mixing swirls and patterns with horizontal and vertical lines. I continued to alternate my attention between her increasingly swollen clit and long strokes down to her opening and back up. I used my tongue to probe her opening, which elicited a surprised moan.
Before long, her hand came to rest on the back of my head, her fingers twined in my hair, applying the subtlest of pressure to limit my focus to her clit. When her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling it just a bit, I could tell she was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, determined to bring her to orgasm and prove just how useful I could be to her. As she started to cum, she gripped my hair tight, shoving my face into her pussy as she writhed and bucked. I struggled to stay on the right spot, and breathing became quite difficult for a few long seconds. After her orgasm, I slid my tongue back down to her opening, and then licked up to her clit in one slow motion, flicking it lightly, causing her to shudder. I smiled up at her, suddenly shy and unsure. I got a hint of a smile in return before she dismissed for the evening.
I hurried home, desperate to satisfy the ache that had been building between my legs since she first told me to eat her out. My skirt was around my waist and my panties were on the floor within seconds of my door closing behind me. I flopped down on my couch and began furiously rubbing my clit with my right hand while my left undid the buttons on my shirt and freed my breasts from my bra. While I worked my clit, I began to knead my breasts, stopping frequently to pinch and twist my nipples. I replayed the scene in her office over and over while I brought myself closer to the brink, and then backed myself off, and then brought myself there again. I drove myself into a frenzy picturing the way she'd smelled, the way she'd tasted, the look on her face as she came. Within a few minutes I was at the edge, and then falling over it into bliss, holding a pillow hard over my mouth to muffle my screams as I roughly massaged my clit with my fingers.
I lay on the couch after I was done, panting, but not even really close to sated. Then it occurred to me that today was Friday, which meant I had 2 more nights to get through before I could service her again. I pulled myself off the couch, showered, dressed, and headed out to find someone who could take the edge off the ache that threatened to drive me insane if I left it untended for an entire weekend.
I walked into the bar down the road, dressed in a short skirt, low cut shirt and high heels, and headed straight for the bar. It was a typical Friday night, which meant it was packed, but that suited my needs just fine. I ordered a drink, and then leaned against the bar while I scoped out a likely prospect among the crowds of girls trying too hard to pretend they were only interested in having a girl's night out, and guys trying too hard to score their next lay. From across the room, a guy caught my eye. He was blatantly checking me out, and just grinned when he saw me catch him. I smiled at him in invitation, and as he crossed the room to me, I took the opportunity to size him up. He was about 6 feet tall and well-muscled with dark hair and a 5o'clock shadow that actually worked, wearing dark jeans, and a casual button down shirt. Let's just say he was hot, and leave it at that. He nodded at my nearly empty drink when he reached me, "May I buy you another?"
I nodded, as I downed the rest of the drink I'd been nursing. He told me his name, I told him mine, and with the pleasantries out of the way, we got down to the flirting. The tension mounted between us as the time passed and the drinks flowed, and finally he said the words I'd been waiting to hear.
"I'm going to kiss you now," he whispered in my ear. I responded by angling my face toward him to give him better access. The kiss started sweet, but given my hyper-aroused state, it quickly became aggressive. Our tongues danced together in a fight for control of the kiss as his hand stole around my neck to embrace the back of my head. I stepped further into him, pressing myself against his body, waiting for the telling press of a bulge into my stomach that told me he was as turned on by the kiss as I was. I finally broke off the kiss.
