Linda showed me around her master chef's kitchen, pointing out where to find the cutlery, pots and pans, plates and stemware before opening the sub zero refrigerator.
"We should have everything you need to prepare lunch, Nari. There's boneless chicken breasts and plenty of greens for salad. The seasoning is right next door in this cupboard. We both like to eat healthy so keep that in mind. It keeps the energy high," Linda winked.
Her voice was so casual that I almost forgot that I was standing in the middle of my boss' kitchen wearing nothing but an apron and sandals, my round ass clearly hanging out the backside. Linda invited me to a company retreat at her lake house but when I arrived there was no one but her and her husband, Doug. Apparently, everyone "canceled" at the last minute, leaving me alone with this extremely attractive couple for the weekend. How convenient! Over the past few weeks, Linda has taken a keen 'professional' interest in me, seeing something that others apparently missed. Somehow she knew that I had buried a side of me, a sexually adventurous side that I had hidden for almost twenty years.
Linda, the divisional manager of a major healthcare company where I work, is a striking blonde, standing 5'11" tall, thin through the waist with muscular legs, a firm butt and a bust that other women would literally pay for...and do so routinely. She's married to Doug, Managing Partner of Clovis Capital, a private equity firm specializing in the food and beverage space with offices throughout the U.S. A former college athlete, Doug is 6'2", a lean 210 pounds, with a chiseled physique and the face that belongs on a recruiting poster for the Marines. Together they make a formidable team, as I've come to know.
I, on the other hand, am nowhere near the imposing figure of either Doug or Linda. At 5'3" tall, I have a typical Asian figure, petite with small breasts, long dark nipples, porcelain skin and some would say a beautiful face. The only physical feature where I differ from most Asian women is my butt. While many Asian women have flat asses, mine is round and full, attracting lots of attention especially from white men with yellow fever. I have always known that I was attracted to white men but after a number of random encounters during my school years, I thought it was out of my system. After my roaring 20s, I married a caring, thoughtful man and we've built a nice life together. I guess you could say I achieved the American dream. I was blissfully happy and possibly a bit ignorant. Then Linda came into my life...
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I began the process of preparing lunch for my hosts, deciding on Dijon chicken on top of a strawberry salad, a dish that I discovered during a creative cooking phase. Although I tried to focus on the task at hand, it was difficult to forget that I was nude under the thin apron because my nipples wouldn't allow it. As my body shifted under the apron, the thin fabric rubbed against my sensitive breasts, hardening my dark nipples. And any stimulation above my waist inevitably results in stimulation below my waist.
As I finished trimming and seasoning the chicken and began slicing the strawberries, I could feel a presence approaching me from behind. Warm breath on my neck was replaced with the cool feeling of leather as Linda clipped a collar around my neck.
"There. That's better, don't you think?" she said, clipping a short, black leather leash through the metal ring of the collar. "Now you're officially ours."
With a gentle pull, Linda spun me around, turning me away from the countertop to face her directly. Her blue eyes bore through me, as she reached her hands to the sides of my face and lowered her mouth to mine. Her long tongue parted my lips and found the inside of my mouth, swirling around before circling my tongue. Her soft, feminine touch, comforting and nurturing, felt so wonderful I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation, parting my lips slightly to give her better access.
Doug ruined the moment when he said," Honey, don't play with the help. Let her finish cooking. I'm getting hungry."
Linda broke off the kiss, responding," Easy for you to say, honey. You already had her. I've been watching that ass for the last twenty minutes. I can't stand it anymore."
Linda led me back towards the countertop with her leash, leaned into my left ear and whispered," Keep cutting. And stick that ass out for me."
She gently pushed my back slightly forward, forcing my ass up in the air and in her desired direction. Both hands ran down my lower back and rolled over my ass cheeks, alternating between cupping the bottom of my ass and kneading my flesh. Her touch was getting to me, making it difficult to concentrate on chopping the vegetables. I had to suppress a small gasp.
"You're getting horny again, aren't you?" she breathed. "You're insatiable. Do you want to cum again?"
The combination of her passionate kiss, wandering hands, the desire in her voice and how she knowingly characterized me set my body on fire. I couldn't lie to her.
"Yes," I replied barely audible.
Linda's hand pushed against my inner thigh, forcing my legs to part, as she squatted behind me. With my ass now inches from her nose, her hands separated my cheeks and the folds of my pussy followed, opening slightly.
"I can still smell my husband inside you," she said, referencing the hard fucking I received at Doug's hands not long ago. "That's so fucking hot!"
As her tongue parted my pussy lips from behind, I shuddered. Dropping the knife, I pushed the cutting board away from me to create enough room to allow my body to lower itself onto the counter, as I raised up on my toes and pushed back onto her mouth.
"Ahhhhhh, yes. Feels so good!" I panted.
Linda began by flicking her tongue across my clit. I jumped as the pleasure hit me. She then ran her tongue over my tight little asshole, her experienced tongue delivering waves of pleasure. She gently sucked my lips before plunging her tongue into my hole. My hands looked my something to hold onto, my left finding the edge of the sink and my right balling into a fist, unsuccessful at finding an anchor.
"Oh, shit! Yes, right there! Don't stop! Please! Right there! More!" I pleaded.
Knowing I was getting close, she shifted her focus back to my clit while her right hand slid up my ass cheek then over my asshole. I could feel her index finger pressure the outside of my sphincter while her tongue continued its onslaught.
My panting became more urgent. "Fuck! I'm close! So close! Please! Ahhhhh. Don't stop!" I begged.
When Linda plunged a digit of her index finger into my ass, I lost it.
"Ahhhhhhh. I'm cumming! Fuck! Oh, shit! I'm cumming again!!" I screamed, as I exploded all over her face.
My hands loosened their grip and my body lost its tension as I began to recover. Linda's tongue slowed but didn't cease, as she gently lapped up my juices. Her soft caress felt amazing in the aftermath of another bone jarring orgasm. Once she was done cleaning up between my legs, she pulled me up off the counter, turned me around to face her, wrapped her arms around me and lowered her face towards me.
Before her lips met mine for a second time, she said, "You taste so sweet. Here. Taste yourself, Nari."
She was right. I did taste sweet.
"Did you like that, you slut?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I thought you might. Now open up a bottle of wine for me and my husband. Bring it out on the porch when you're ready, " she commanded as she turned and walked away.
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The faint light of early morning crept around the outside of the curtains as I slowly began to regain consciousness. My head was foggy after a very deep and restful sleep. Where am I? My eyes remained closed and my body motionless, as I put the pieces back together.
I delivered the wine, as requested, to Linda and Doug on the back porch overlooking the lake. Then, served them lunch wearing only the provided apron. By the time they finished eating and polished off a second bottle of wine, the sun was fading into the distance. The sky was magical, a combination of reds, orange and yellow, signaling another day's passing. I remembered thinking that I could get used to a life like this. Linda poured me a small glass of wine despite my protests. Like many Asians, my body struggles to process alcohol often leading to an Asian glow. And truth be told, I get a little tipsy from even a sip or two.
As a chill set in, we moved back inside. As Doug began to make a fire, Linda used the leash to walk me down the hall to my bedroom where she provided me with an outfit to wear for the evening - a short latex strapless black dress, with black fishnet stockings and garter belt finished off with a black thong with a shear triangular front. Once changed, I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Staring back at me was a high priced hooker, a top shelf escort. The half glass of wine was now kicking in, my body thoroughly relaxed and sensitive to the touch. I wanted to look good for them, wanted to play the part of their slut, a sex toy to be used. I opened my makeup bag and pulled out black eyeliner to accentuate my eyes, added rouge to my high cheekbones and applied fire red lipstick. Wow! I looked hot! I barely recognized the person staring back at me.
As I entered the great room, Doug had that now familiar look on his face, like he wanted to devour me. And Linda, while more composed in her stare, was equally turned on by the site in front of her, her blue eyes roaming all over my body. The rest of the evening was a complete blur, as they took turns using my body for their pleasure - licking, sucking, pinching, teasing and fucking me in every manageable position, bent over the back of the couch, legs spread wide on the fur rug in front of the fire, on all fours, ass propped in the air. I lost count of how many times I came and who made me cum. It was like I was a witness to what was happening, someone watching fingers, tongues and other body parts probed me. Eventually, we ended up in their bed in the master bedroom and eventually all three of us passed out from exhaustion.
