Leo Directs
Leo sighed and licked her wet fingers, loving, as always, the taste of her juice. Back to masturbating, she thought vaguely and a little sadly.
The move to the north midlands had taken her just that little bit too far away to carry on having fun with Dennis and Monica's dogging group. The group had been Leo's entry into a world of free sexuality, of a letting go of any hang ups she may have had. Introduced her to the delights of eating out Monica's pussy, always wet and sometimes cum-filled, while being powerfully fucked by some man or several men, even many men or even Monica's husband, Dennis.
Leonora sighed at those days that had gone. She had gone back to seeking out great erotic stories and good porn: Dogging, of course, but also gangbangs and female bisexuality. One thing she was exploring since feeling inspired in one of the dogging experiences was exhibitionism. She thought back to how she had deliberately shown her body to the doggers, making sure all could see her most secret places in all their swollen, wet glory. She moaned as her fingers started to rub her pussy again, her eyes feasting on the sight of a young woman slowly undressing in front of her window, knowing that a couple in the house across the street were watching. She had a vision of undressing to an audience, of standing naked in front of dressed people, of deliberately opening the petals of her pussy or peeling apart her taut buttocks, making sure all her intimate places could be seen. She came hard with that vision in mind.
Leo reluctantly shut down her laptop and got in the shower for a much-needed wash. As she soaped herself, she reflected how her horniness was kept to normal when she was very busy, but as soon as she began to have a little spare time, well, the devil made work for idle hands, so they said, and it certainly gave her busy fingers.
Today was a special day at work. She had started working for Dawson Medical, a bio-electronic implant producer, two years ago and immediately hit it off with Max Dawson the founder and managing director. In those two years Leo had completed her second MSc in bio-electronics and with her work experience in Dawson's sales department, the sum total of her qualifications, and the fact that she gave everything to get her work done well, Max had offered Leo the position of sales and marketing director. Tonight was the works party where the announcement of her new position would be made to the whole company of forty-five people.
Leo dressed carefully: Absolutely serious business suit, dark blue skirt and matching jacket with a crisp white blouse beneath. Everything was new. She would take no risks of anything being slightly off colour. Her only concession to her femininity were her heels and the matching peach bra and thong. Leo knew her nipples would be prominent; She had long given up trying to hide them. They seemed to poke through bras as if angry that she dared try to hide them and Leo had learned to ignore them. The hem of her skirt was a perfectly acceptable height a few inches above her knee.
She climbed into her black mini cabriolet and drove to where she worked, parked and walked in. Several people called out to her as she walked the corridors. She loved the people here for the most part. They were friendly, fun and competent. A few of the men were creeps, of course, but mostly nice guys. He favourite had to be Max the boss. Sixty four years old with a very imposing belly that overhung his belt enough to hide it, he had pepper and salt curly hair and a face that said "tough man".
Max had a way of looking at Leo which made her think he could see right inside her, that he knew her feelings and thoughts almost as soon as she did. Leo shuddered and squeezed her thighs together as she thought Max probably somehow knew she had jilled off barely an hour ago. He should have been creepy, but Leo just felt safe with him.
That evening the dining hall and conference room had been opened into one big space. It had a low stage diagonally across one corner. The space was filled with round tables where she and her colleagues sat.
Max was standing now, on the low stage, telling her fellow workers what they already knew about her, but saying it in a way that showed just how many achievements she had made in her thirty-one years. The audience, admittedly well-lubricated with alcohol and well-fed beforehand, were relaxed and happy, clapping Max as he spoke, and generally in a party mood. When Max finished, he called out for Leo to say a few words.
Leonora climbed the two steps onto the stage carefully. Don't fall and lose your dignity now girl, she told herself. She walked to the stand holding the wireless microphone and picked it up. The man holding the big camcorder focussed on her face, the image re-transmitted through a big screen high above her head.
"Thank you all very much for the warm welcome, for letting me join you at Dawson's Medical and for making me feel relaxed and at home here. I'm very proud and happy to accept the position Max has offered to me and I..
"Get 'em off Leo!" Came a shout from the shadowy back of the room.
"Yeah show us!" Yelled another.
"Off!"...
"Off!"...
"Off!"...
"Off!"...
The drunken chanting grew generalised. It pounded at Leo's ears like a drumbeat. It was no longer just a crowd of people, it was a tribe of savages. The laughing friendly faces had turned into something much more powerful and even dangerous. The chant throbbed through her head and body, pulsed in her treacherous pussy. Someone was working the lighting. She was no longer in a well-lit room, she was in a dark room with a spotlight - on her. She bit her lower lip as she involuntarily thought of obeying the chanting voices, of obeying the tribe, she imagined slowly undoing her buttons, her nipples throbbed hard at the thought. She imagined herself naked on stage for these men. Her hand drifted to her breast and touched her nipple beneath her jacket.
Her movement was not lost on the crowd, The chanting grew faster, louder, throbbed in Leo's head, matched her rapid pulse and began to throb in her nipples, throbbed in her clit. Leonora felt the first trickle from her pussy, felt it ooze from her tunnel, felt it drip into the soft tissue of her thong.
"Oh god." She breathed, "I have to stop this." but her fingers found her nipple and plucked, wringing a gasp from her lips, a gasp faithfully amplified and reproduced for the whole room by the forgotten microphone in her hand.
They were still chanting, hammering at her with their insistence, beating down her resistance. A match flared and in its light she saw Max, him too, his lips moving in time to the chanting. Leo squeezed her thighs together, her breathing fast, almost panting. Her mind in a flash of lucidity told her to take charge, that she was a director now. Her lips pressed together in a firm line. They wanted to see her, well she would show. She wanted them to see her, wanted to show them. She knew it so clearly. Wanted it so badly, wanted it with a liquid ooze deep in her sex. They wanted to dictate to her? She would make them eat out of her hand - later. Right now Leo was too deep in her lust to back away.
Leonora had one last worried thought for her job, but gave in to her lust. She took off her jacket to roars of approval. Still holding the mic, her fingers caressed her nipples, deliberately, explicitly showing the room. Leo found her nipples already at full hardness but her overt touching of the hard nubs provoking a chorus of whistles and lewd remarks from the audience. She forced herself to touch slowly, sexily. She felt like tearing her clothes off to stand naked and challenge them to look carefully at her. Her fingers undid a button on her blouse. Men called out not to be shy as she undid another and another button.
"Off!"...
"Off!"...
"Off!"...
She opened her blouse to show her perfect breasts still covered by her bra, her nipples poking brazenly out though the fine gauze, begging for and receiving attention of all eyes and Leo's expert fingers that stroked and teased and framed her long nipples between her them, showing off how long, how thick and how hard her nipples were.
Leo turned her back to the audience, took off her bra, keeping her open blouse on. She stretched her arm out to the side, the bra between a finger and thumb. She deliberately and irrevocably dropped her bra to the floor. She turned back to face them, teased them as her hands slipped beneath her blouse, first one side, then the other. Leonora felt a wave of lust wash through her at the thought of showing her body to all these people. Another trickle leaked from her pussy to make her thong even more sodden. She opened her blouse to another roar that faded to disappointment as her hands still covered her breasts, her little fingers curled around her long, hard nipples, she squeezed in a milking action made her moan and that drove the men wild. Leo shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, opened her arms as if to offer her breasts to the men, then lowered them and the blouse fell to the floor in incredible noise of cheering.
Leonora glanced up at the big screen, seeing how the cameraman was framing her, showing off her tits and nipples and capturing the desire on her face. She stroked both breasts, then slid her hand down to the zip at the side of her skirt.
"Off!...
"Off!...
