Sarahs Sense Of Scents Ch 08

Sorry for the long delay between chapters; sometimes life just intrudes on your creativity. I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.

There are various elements to this series: Fetish, Cuckold, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome constructive criticism.

Chapter 8

When I woke in the morning, I felt rejuvenated, both physically and psychologically. I'd had more orgasms in one weekend than I had in the last year. I'd tasted the forbidden fruit of sex with my bosses, both of whom had opened my eyes to a new world of pleasure. I'd established a firm dominance over my milquetoast boyfriend, forcing him to do things he had never considered doing.

Soon, I was headed off to work, considering all of the dynamics that had changed for me. I supposed I should have been more concerned; what if P and Kareena regretted getting intimate with an employee? What if they decided to run me off? I really liked this job, and I knew I just wanted all the more to work for them! (or under them, to be more specific)

With each little doubt that rose, I just as quickly brushed it aside. Nothing was going to break up this cloud I was dancing on as I entered the building.

Neither P nor Kareena were in the office, but then I knew they weren't going to be. P had a board meeting to attend in St. Louis for one of his other corporations. Kareena was meeting with the Greater Jacksonville Chamber of Commerce, and she'd told me she would see me Monday afternoon. So by the time I saw either of my seducers, there would be lots of people around us, precluding any uncomfortable awkwardness. I didn't think there would be anyway; well, at least as long as I didn't fall to my knees and crawl across the sales floor and beg to serve her needs, anyway.

The day got busy very quickly, which kept me from dwelling too much on all that had changed in my life since I last sat at my desk. I almost worked straight through lunch; I would have missed it altogether if a member of my team hadn't stuck her head in the door.

"Hello? Earth to Sarah, Earth to Sarah!"

I looked up to see Kristy smiling at me from my doorway.

"I'm sorry, Kristy; what were you saying?' I scrambled to get my head straight.

"I wasn't saying anything; I emailed you twenty minutes ago to see if you wanted anything from Rosario's."

Rosario's was the little cafe in the business park that offered just breakfast and lunch for the two adjoining business parks. Each weekday, they got slammed from about 10:45 until about 1:30, so getting an order in early was critical if you wanted to eat anything but chips or cookies. They made a really good Cuban sandwich, and their chicken salad was good enough you'd take it to a family picnic and claim credit for it.

"Oh, crap! I have barely even had time to look at my emails. Can you just grab me something? I'm not picky, although I might be willing to name my first child after you if you can make that a chicken salad sandwich and a sweet tea." I reached into my purse and grabbed a $20 bill and waved it at her. "And...you can keep the change..."

Kristy stepped in and snatched the bill from my hand. "You're on, boss. You know, this isn't a bad deal; I didn't even have to take anything off and I'm already getting money thrown at me!" We both laughed. It was an inside thing with us, harking back to a Friday night post-work adventure a couple of years ago that culminated in both of us competing in an amateur striptease contest in a nightclub. It was only supposed to be down to bra and panties, but then Kristy cheated by flashing her big 38D's at the crowd.

The crazy bitch got $200; I got $100 and some almost flat-chested receptionist from Orange Park got $50 because she was the only other person drunk enough to get up there. Kristy never let me live it down.

I was halfway through the Cuban sandwich I got as a consolation for being so late in ordering when Kareena breezed into the office. She seemed to be rushing, and just barely managed to smile at me as she went past my window. That brief moment was all it took to get my heart rate up like I was a teenager catching a glimpse of her crush. I even felt a quick spark in my ladybits just seeing her.

It was going to be a long week.

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Thursday afternoon was when the problem started up. It had nothing to do with P or Kareena or Kristy. The enemy was none other than Florida itself.

I keep a fan running in my office full time; it might be off for a week or two in January, but otherwise, there's always a breeze in my room. So when Kristy became the 4th person in an hour to ask me about the A/C, it took me off guard. But everybody else was already feeling the heat. Not just figuratively, either: Somebody had a digital thermometer and it confirmed the temperature was 79 degrees Fahrenheit by 12:30 p.m. It just got worse after that.

It was one of those weird things where, once you knew there was a problem, you couldn't NOT think about the problem. Within 15 minutes of Kristy's complaint, I felt stifled, clammy, hot. And of course, that meant that the sweat began to form under my arm and slowly trickle down my torso, leaving a cool trail that tickled me.

An hour later, I couldn't help but smell my sweat. It wasn't just me, either. Most of the staff was drenched in sweat, most of them were women. I was still a little self-conscious about my scent, but thanks to P and Kareena, that sense of awkwardness took a back seat to the desire it raised up in me. It wasn't long before I was wet from more than just sweat.

It was about that time that Kareena stuck her head in my door. Even with sweat beading on her nose, she managed to carry herself with elegance.

"Sarah, we just got word from the building engineers. The main a/c unit is out, and they won't be able to fix it until they can get a part in from Milwaukee. They have an auxiliary unit coming on line later today, but it will only be able to handle a small section of the office."

"Oh, that sucks! I mean, this heat, people are already getting frustrated. There's no breeze...What are we going to do?" I asked, not really anticipating she would have an answer.

"Well, that's the good news, at least for most of the staff. We're going to let most of them work from home. They can narrow down the air supply so that it cools just our offices," she said, waving her hand to indicate our little hallway of executive and management offices. "So put out the word to the department heads, have them all send their folks home, but they need to make sure they have their laptops and chargers. Have IT put out an email with login instructions and a way to contact him if they have a problem."

"I'll get right on it," I assured her. "I'm sure they'll all be glad to get out of the sweatbox!" I added. I picked up the phone to start making those contacts, but I noticed Kareena lingering at my door. I followed her eyes, and I could see she was eyeing where my pink top was turning dark red beneath my armpits. I looked down at myself, and for a moment, I was a little self-conscious about it. Then I saw that look in her eyes, a hunger, and my moment of embarrassment quickly became a flash of heat.

"Later..." Kareena spoke softly, "after...after we've gotten everybody out, why don't you...come see me. A little...debriefing?" For all of the power of her persona, she sounded just a bit timid. I realized that she was actually risking a lot by pursuing a relationship of any kind with me, especially in the workplace.

It was my chance, I realized, to reassure and reaffirm her. "Yes, ma'-, yes...Mistress." I spoke just above a whisper. A measured smile couldn't hide her enthusiasm at my response. She slipped away and headed towards her office.

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I'd anticipated a stampede once the word got out about leaving early -with pay- but I suppose it is a testament to the great work environment that P and Kareena had built that it took almost two hours before I peeked around the office and saw nobody left. I double checked to be sure, including the bathrooms, then closed and locked the doors to our suite, turning off all of the lights that would be visible from outside. I knew the security service didn't start their checks on the building until around 9 p.m., so it would be several hours before anybody would be expected to intrude.

I don't know why, but I was still trying to be very quiet as I approached Kareena's office door. I was about to knock, but I noticed it was open just a bit, and from inside I could hear her speaking in her native language to someone on the phone. The conversation seemed like a casual and light-hearted one, and she smiled at me as I slipped into her room. As she kept talking, I tried to be seductive as I closed her blinds and locked her door behind me. I turned back towards her and smiled.

She kept up her dialogue on the phone, but motioned with a crooked finger for me to come stand before her, between her chair and her desk. I did so, and then she patted her desk, indicating I should lift myself up and sit before her. Of course, I complied.

She continued her conversation, but now she almost absent-mindedly stroked her hand along my thigh, up and down, lightly, a couple of times. I was already quaking with anticipation; this woman had me figured out, that was for sure!

Gently but firmly, she pushed against first my inner left thigh, then the right, parting my legs. I was wearing a skirt that fell to about half thigh when I was standing, but perched on her desk, it was already well above that mark. I expected her to return her hand, and I was certainly ready to welcome her touch in my hot, wet panties, but I was not prepared for what she did instead.

She stopped in mid-sentence, leaned in, with her face between my thighs, and inhaled deeply.

It was one of the most erotic things I have ever experienced.

I knew I was hot, I knew I was sweaty, I knew she could probably smell me as soon as I entered her office. Most people, or at least the majority of the men I had been with, wouldn't have gotten past the smell of sweat on my upper body, much less the more concentrated scent she was taking in as if it was a valuable incense.

I felt my panties grow even wetter, and I knew it wasn't the lack of air conditioning. She leaned back again, but this time her hand went back up between my thighs and her fingers descended up on my panty-clad pussy. I knew she could feel my wetness, and it was all I could do to suppress a load moan as she ran her fingers along my slit, from down at the darkest, hottest spot up to where my little button was already swelling with desire.

She continued speaking in Hindi or Tamil or whatever it is even as she played with my sex, and I struggled to contain the sounds of my rising passion. I had no idea who was on the other end of the phone call, and I could not dare to betray our actions to whoever it was. My mistress had not divulged it, so I just bit my bottom lip when her fingers slid under the edge of my panties, parted my wet lips and began to slide up my folds. I couldn't suppress the whimper this brought, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Kareena watched me as I began to writhe at her touch. Her fingers were gently pulling me up the mountain; I began to buck my hips, desperate to feel just a little more pressure, a little more pleasure to help me off the cliff. When she buried not one but two of her fingers into me in one surprisingly swift plunge, I almost fell off into the abyss, but she held it still just long enough to deprive me of that release.

When she could sense that my little spasms had ceased, she slid those fingers out of my clutching depths. Locking eyes with me, she pulled that hand, drenched with my wetness and my sweaty core, up to her face. She slid her dark pink tongue out and licked her fingers up from the palm to the tip, then back down again.

It was one of the hottest things I had ever seen.

Then she turned back to her conversation, back to her phone. She leaned back in her chair, chattering away. And I...I was left on her desk, practically panting in need. I looked at her, and I know my desperation showed on my face. I bit my bottom lip, and wiggled a bit, trying to entice her eyes, her attention back to me. I began to run my hand down towards my pussy, desperate to find the release she'd denied me.

She smacked my hand! I couldn't believe it! She looked at me sternly, and wagged her finger at me like a mother admonishing a naughty child. It wasn't so much the physical sting as the feeling of her disapproval that shocked me.

"Please?" I mouthed at her.

She tilted her seat back upright, and again put her hand between my legs, this time more forceful. She abruptly pushed three fingers into me, making me gasp at the bold intrusion, but almost immediately I felt the heat rise in me, and my pussy clenched down on the intruders. She was forceful, and it was good that I was soaking wet. I parted my thighs wider instinctively, and she pumped them in and out of my slurping hole three, four, five times.

I could smell the heady mix of sweat and wet, hot sex in the office, and it hit me like a snort of nirvana. The wet sounds of her drilling fingers added even more depth to the eroticism of the encounter.

Then, just as abruptly as before, she pulled her fingers back, this time making an audible, wet, slurpy sound as they came loose. Immediately, she put her hands to my face, and I opened my mouth instinctively. She pushed them in fully, and I began to clean them of my mix of sweat and sex.

When she felt I had them clean, she brought her thumb up under my chin, essentially grasping me by my mouth, and gently but insistently pulled me down off of the desk. I went to my knees before her, and she pulled my face between her thighs. She lifted her left leg and put it over the arm of her chair, then the right, and now I saw and smelled the feast before me.

Kareena's skirt came to mid-thigh if she was standing; not inappropriate for the office, especially for Florida in the summertime. Now, with her leaning back in her chair, her legs looped over the armrests, the skirt rode way up, almost to her waist, revealing her treasure to me.

I leaned in, stopped and inhaled deeply, just as my Mistress had done to me. Her panties were a silky pale blue, very thin, and they did nothing to hide her scent. Sweat, from working in the office with little circulation, and the musk of her desire, fueled by playing with her new Pet, combined to create an absolutely intoxicating incense for me. I began to kiss my way up her left thigh, starting from just behind her knee and working my way towards the source of this intoxicant.

I tried to pace myself, to tease her, get a little revenge on her for torturing me earlier. It was not unlike a fly trying to tease the spider by wandering further into its web. The closer I got to the gusset of her panties, the more I hungered for what it just barely hid. When I got to her wet center, I nudged her slit with my nose through the silk, finding it absolutely soaked.

Above me, I heard her conversation devolve a bit, with Kareena's responses becoming shorter, her voice a little more husky as I advanced. I smiled under her skirt, relishing the effect I was having on her.

Reluctantly, I moved past her wet lady bits, kissing and now licking my way towards her right knee. I heard her groan. It sounded like she must have had to make up an excuse to the person on the other end of the line. Then she surprised me a bit.

"Okay, listen, mom, I've got to go. I've just had someone come into my office, and now I have to deal with them. Yeah...yeah, listen, I'll call you this weekend, love you, Amma..." and then she disconnected. I could not see but heard her drop her phone on the desk.

With a growl, she reached both hands down to my head and pulled me back to her center. "Eat me, Pet! Get in there and lick that sweaty, wet pussy!" she commanded, practically mashing my face against her panties, which by now were thoroughly soaked.

I licked through the wet material, pressing my tongue against her and running it up and down her lips, which I could feel blossoming open in her arousal. She groaned both in pleasure and frustration; she pushed my head back and stood for a moment, sliding down her panties and pulling them off of her ankles one by one. Feeling how wet they were, she held them to my face, pressing them over my nose. I inhaled deeply, moaning at the scent of her essence. She bent down and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth, conquering my little licker. Then my Mistress stood up, and slipped her skirt off completely.

Kareena sat back down, grabbing her phone again. She scooted her butt closer to the edge of her seat, and put her heels up on her desk, opening herself to me completely. Reaching forward, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face back against her wet pussy.

"Continue, Pet," she ordered, but my lips and tongue were already at work before she finished speaking. She laid her head back, closing her eyes for a moment as I began to pleasure her anew. She began to writhe a bit almost immediately, and I was gratified to be providing her such pleasure.

As I worked on her, trying to draw out her pleasure, I was a little surprised when I saw her working her phone. Who on earth could she be calling as she climbed this road to orgasm? I wondered.

"Hi, baby!" I heard P's voice over the phone. "What are you doing? DId they get the air fixed?" he asked.

"N-n-no," she replied, stumbling a bit because my tongue just happened to slide across her clit as she began, "They are telling me it will be Monday or Tuesday. So I sent them all home with their laptops, told them to work from there until I let them know to come back in."

"So it's just you in the office?" he asked.

She chuckled. "No, not exactly," she said. She turned the phone's screen towards me, and I realized quickly that she had Facetimed him. Now he was being treated to the sight of his HR director/sex slave planted face first in his wife's pussy.

"Damn!" he exclaimed. "Now that's a good use of resources, Kaathali!" He laughed. "Sarah, you take good care of my wife!"

I stopped my licking for just a second and smiled back at his face on the screen.

"I will, Master. You know I will do my best for her, for both of you." I slid my tongue back into her folds.

"I have no doubt, Pet. I only wish I could be there to take advantage of your charms at the same time."

Kareena turned the phone back to her again. "Baby, I didn't even think to ask, I was just so turned on. Are you alone?"

P laughed. "Yes, I am, but I'm wishing I wasn't!"

Kareena smiled at his image. "Well, how about we do the next best thing? You can watch as our Pet gives me the first orgasm of the weekend..."

"Hell, yes!" he responded. She held the phone out to her side, where it could catch both my work on her pussy and her facial expressions as she approached orgasm.

Ten minutes later, my face visibly drenched in my Mistress's pleasure juices, I finally pulled away, placing one last kiss on her trembling sex.

We both heard applause, and we looked at her phone. P was clapping for us, a huge smile on his face.

"Wow! That was so very hot!" he exclaimed. "I just wish I could be there; now I have to get back to my hotel with my cock pushing my pants out the whole way!" he laughed.

"What time does your flight get back?" Kareena asked him.

"Friday at 7:25," he responded. "By the time I get my suitcase, I should be home by 8:45."