Hank and Jean dressed for work the next morning. Now that they were living together Hank decided it would be good to establish some guidelines for Jean's conduct and attire. She'd already given him a morning blow-job, and was told as she was doing so that this would be a morning ritual unless she was told otherwise. She was also informed that she would never be wearing panties again, to the office or anywhere else. As Hank told her, "This is my pussy now. I want to be able to play with it whenever I want." Jean slipped a low-cut beige lace bra on that barely supported her enormous jugs. Another guideline from Hank. She would wear some type of sexy bra under her conservative work clothes for the office whenever he wanted her to. And today was one of those days.
Jean looked at herself in the mirror as she finished putting on her earrings and made those final touches of make-up. She looked good and she knew it. She was wearing a cream colored button up blouse, that she kept buttoned completely unless told otherwise by Hank, a beige skirt that buttoned up the front, that went down to just below her knees, and a blazer to give her a very professional look.
She not only looked good, she felt good. She felt at peace for the first time in years. For years she'd lived in dread and fear of the comments that would come her way from the man she lived with. Now she actually looked forward to the comments. She was discovering quickly that while Hank was a demanding lover, he was also an attentive lover who always seemed to know what she needed and how to satisfy that need. But more importantly, she felt safe with Hank.
Hank stood in the doorway smiling as he stared at her. "You are a gorgeous creature!"
Jean turned and almost threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you!" she said almost crying. "I love being here! I love being with you!"
Hank chuckled that sinister laugh Jean had grown to love. "Good! I love having you here! I'm gonna keep you busy! Real busy!"
Jean returned his smile. "Use me babe! I'm your bitch now! Use your bitch! Make me your slut! Make me your whore!"
Hank dropped his hands and cupped her ass, pulling her body into his harder, groaning as he did. "I've got all kinds of wicked plans for you bitch! Now let's get to work!"
They hadn't been at the office for 30 minutes before Jean's cell began ringing. It was Ed. Jean looked at Hank. "Your call babe." Hank told her. "You don't have to talk to him if you don't want."
Jean thought for a second. "No! I want to!" She hit the button and began to talk. "Ed! We're over! It's over! I've put up with your shit long enough!" Jean pulled the phone from her ear as her husband began screaming in the phone, calling her every name in the book and threatening her with everything he could think of. Just as Hank was about to take the phone from Jean's hand she ended the call and turned her phone off. "I'm not taking his shit anymore!" she said defiantly.
Hank smiled. "Good for you! From now on either me, or your divorce attorney will talk to him. Not you!" Hank went back to work thinking of how he could shove it in Ed's face. He then had a wicked thought.
Both spent the day working on two separate cases that were coming to trial. Before either realized it, people were filing out of the building. It was 6:00 and everyone had gone home for the evening. Jean walked into Hank's office with the briefs she'd been working on all afternoon. "I think everyone has left," she said in passing.
"Good!" Hank said as he continued working. "Why don't you pour us a couple of drinks." Jean walked over to the bar on the far wall and poured them both their favorite after work drinks. Just as she was about to turn and take Hank his drink, "Lock the door!" he ordered her. Jean grinned as she walked over to the door and turned the lock. She then returned to the bar, picked up their drinks and walked them around Hank's desk till she was standing next to him. He took his drink from her with his right hand as he slid his left hand up the inside of her thigh. His fingers glided over her skin as they made their way northward. He could feel the heat radiating from her cunt the closer he got to it. Jean felt her body tensing as he played with her.
His fingers finally reached her fuck hole. His fingers quickly became covered in her juices. Jean moaned softly. Hank studied the expression on her face with satisfaction as he took a sip from his glass. Jean's eyes were closed as she leaned against the desk. Hank slipped his middle finger inside her pussy and pushed it all the way in slowly. Jean moaned loudly and spread her legs slightly without even realizing she was doing it. For several minutes he slid his finger in and out of her gushing cunt, exploring every crevice and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her body was being driven towards climax.
Hank pulled his hand from between her legs and stood up. "You're overdressed." He watched as Jean stepped back and began undressing. There was a time just a week ago that Jean would have hesitated before complying with Hank's order. Now she responded as though undressing in Hank's office was the most natural thing in the world, and something she'd been doing her whole life. Jean unbuttoned a few of the top ones on her skirt, just enough to slip it down her thighs. Her pussy glistened with her cunt juice. Hank reached out and stroked the length of her pussy as he took another drink. "There's a couple things I'll never get tired of. One is looking at you. The other is playing with you." Hank said as he sat back down.
Jean began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, teasing Hank as she did. The sides of her blouse were spread further apart with each button. The fabric and buttons straining to contain her enormous mounds of flesh. When the last button was released Jean slid her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor next to her skirt. She started reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra when Hank stopped her. "Leave the bra on. At least for now." Jean stood there in her heels and lacy low cut bra. She looked like a slut, felt like one and couldn't wait to perform like one.
Hank reached across his desk and cleared a portion of it, enough for Jean to lay on. "Climb up and lay down," he told her. Jean complied gladly almost giggling as she did. Jean laid on her back with her legs spread on either side of Hank's chair. He took her legs by the back of her knees and spread them apart and pushed them back till they were almost touching her chest. He dropped his head and began to devour her cunt and clit. Jean's body arched off the desk as his mouth worked its magic on the most sensitive part of her body. He licked and nibbled on her clit to a chorus of moans and groans coming from Jean. The longer he licked and sucked the more swollen her clit became and the closer she got to climaxing. Her breathing started coming in gasps as her orgasm built inside her. Hank sensing her impending climax pulled off her cunt and sat back.
Jean whimpered with need as his mouth was pulled off her. "Get down here and show me what a great slut you are." Jean sat up and slid off the desk, then onto her knees between Hank's spread legs. Jean unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Without hesitation she then reached inside his shorts and pulled out his hard erection. Hank smiled at his eager slut as he lifted his ass enough to slide his pants off. Jean let go of his cock long enough to pull his pants down and take them off, throwing them to the side. She then returned her loving attention to his male meat and the sack that hung under it. With her left hand she stroked his pole, while right hand cupped his nut sack and massaged it. Hank sipped his drink as Jean stroked his cock.
