Chapter Six: A New Life
Andrea felt different in the morning, lighter, like the burden of her arousal had been eased in some way. She was still attracted to Mike, and she still very much favored him by comparison to her boyfriend. The difference was that she had come to accept her attraction to him. In fact, she embraced it, and she looked forward to seeing him not with unwilling acceptance but with eager excitement, intending to service him however he asked.
Having stroked Mike to orgasm had been life changing. As his load cascaded across her face and body, she came to realize the power he had over her and all the good it had done to her. Mike had given her the best sex of her life, some of that being as simple hand job. With ten inches and fat balls, he had made her into his woman, almost into his property. She was a slut, and she was powerless to be anything else. At this point, she didn't want to be. She was glad to be his, and she was glad to give him what he wanted, whenever he wanted it.
Andrea put on her only push-up bra today. With breasts as large as hers, she never found push-up bras necessary. It kept her bosom directly under her chin and tended to distract her just as much as it distracted everyone else. Mike, however, would love it, and she was excited to see him excited over it. That was why she wore a thong, too, so that when Mike pulled down her pants, he would be greeted by her ready and willing body. She wanted no confusion as to why she was there at work.
She stared at her plump backside as she prepared for work and smacked her bottom before pulling her pants on. Mike had talked about fucking her ass. Experimentally, she had tickled her asshole last night in the shower but went no further. It had tingled some but was unfamiliar. She could hardly imagine fitting her fingers inside, let alone Mike's big dick, but Mike wanted it, and she was willing to try.
The drive to work was dark and lonely. She fantasized on the way, imagining Mike's reaction to her bra or to her thong. These fantasies followed her inside at work and followed her to the office. She greeted Jackson inside, and he returned her greeting with a smile. She hardly noticed. Her thoughts were fixed on Mike.
One problem: Mike wouldn't be there until the afternoon, which gave Andrea time alone at work. She figured it at least gave her time to finish all of her work and, as she stepped into her office, she breathed deep of his stink that lingered there. It had smelled of Mike since the first tit-fuck, though each new encounter left the smell more pronounced and pervasive. Normally, she considered it a distraction. This morning, however, it was a comfort. It gave her something to remember him by while she waited on his arrival.
Mornings normally drift by lazily. Ever since Mike fucked her cleavage, they were a drag. This morning, however, went fast. Andrea made herself a whirlwind of productivity, doing paperwork, making orders, and smiling the entire time. She made absent small talk with Jackson but listened to nothing he said. Their conversation was empty and shallow, and her thoughts never strayed far from Mike--Mike's smile, his rough hands, his long, hard dick. She was on the floor stocking when Mike entered the store, and she stood tall to steal a glance at him over the shelves as he made his way to the office to sign in.
"Mike!"
Mike, now seeing her over the shelves, turned and smiled. She, meanwhile, hurried to his side. He watched her breasts bounce in open delight, and Andrea smiled at his scrutiny. "Boss?" Just the sound of his sandpaper voice made her wet.
Andrea stopped beside him holding a tote full of supplies. They walked together to the counter, and she left the tote beside an empty register before following him into the office. At the door, she stopped and looked back at Jackson. "Jackson, er, Mike and I have to have a private meeting privately." She felt giddy and shaky, and she was afraid that everyone could see her intentions in the way she moved and spoke. Her nipples ached in her bra. She pointed at the tote. "Could you stock that stuff?" She turned back to Mike and found herself struck by his handsome, chiseled face. "Thanks," she added absently, closing and locking the door behind her without waiting for a response.
Alone with Mike now, and with her back against the door, the musky scent of their past pleasures becomes more pronounced. Her nipples swelled against her bra, chaffing against the fabric as she bit her bottom lip. Mike, in return, clocked himself before turning to her with a cocky grin. "Well, hey there, bosslady. Can I help you?"
Andrea drew a deep breath. "It's been a whole weekend since we've seen each other..."
