Note to the Reader: This is another chapter of the story of a straitlaced ambitious young woman whose dream is to live and work in the dog-eat-dog world of Wall Street. Her dream takes a turn she was not expecting. It contains some scenes of reluctance with a submissive theme and group sex. If you choose to read on, please enjoy...
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As the driver pulled out of the airport heading to Cynthia's Palm Beach house, I felt my pussy heat up and my heart race. Cynthia Liebert had changed my life in every way. She put me on the fast track to becoming a member of the Wall Street elite, surpassing the level of success I had targeted to attain by age thirty. I was now six years ahead of schedule.
She had been my career inspiration and role model since I was thirteen. Now I was working directly for the most powerful businesswoman on Wall Street, managing her largest multi-billion-dollar customer LVMH. My years of hard work had paid off beyond my wildest dreams.
Yet, as we drove to her house, all I could think about was dropping to my knees and worshiping her gorgeous body. Before her, I had never given thought to a relationship with a woman. Though I found women beautiful, I had never really been attracted to them.
On the drive, my mind fixated once again on the moment that she flipped a switch in my head and started me on the path to becoming a horny little lesbian slut. It was the night I first travelled with her. We met at the Pier Six Helipad in Manhattan. When she first stepped out of her limo, I thought it must be a super model. She wore blue jeans with a 2-inch-wide heavy white leather belt. The belt pulled slightly down in the middle of her back, where the center belt loop was tugged downward by her jeans struggling to cover her gorgeous round ass cheeks. She had the best ass I'd ever seen.
The seat of her jeans separated her cheeks in a V that extended halfway up her ass. As she stood with her feet a couple inches apart, a triangle of light peeked through her inner thighs. As she turned slightly her ass protruded in a perfect half sphere.
The bottom of each cheek creased her jeans in two smiles. Apart from that there did not appear to be a wrinkle anywhere in her jeans. Cynthia Freakin' Liebert! Not only the richest, smartest and most powerful woman on Wall Street, but the sexiest, it just didn't seem fair.
That weekend was an awakening for me that has grown into an obsession, not only for pleasuring Cynthia Liebert but an addiction to the female body. Whenever I'm out my eyes are drawn to the female body. The sheer variety of shapes and sizes, the curves, the feel, the scent and the taste all excite me. As I drew closer to Cynthia's house my mind raced and body tingled in anticipation.
Our time together last week was cut short by a company emergency. Cynthia had to return abruptly to New York last weekend for meetings with the board and shareholders to fend off a takeover attempt by Goldman Sachs.
I had to "suffer" through two days on a cruise ship training our newest and largest account's on-board retail group on our retirement plan management system. It was a tough assignment, but someone had to do it.
I did, however, end up diverting to San Francisco for two days with LVMH's executive team to assure them that we would not only survive the takeover attempt but come out stronger in the end.
Cynthia had helped put together a stock buyback program that dramatically increased the cost of a stock takeover and diminished the company's attractiveness. At the new price, the likelihood Goldman Sachs could pull it off dropped dramatically.
She convinced the board, and I in turn, convinced LVMH that the inflated stock prices would remain once the dust settled, and we would all add substantially to our market capitalization. I was going to benefit due to the stock options that had accompanied my recent promotion.
The icing on the cake would be if Cynthia and I could pull off phase two, which was to hit them hard by pillaging two or three of their major corporate accounts. She was feeling confident that the model she and I developed to land LVMH could work for them as well. We were headed to New York on Monday morning to put together the proposals.
I was in awe of her fearless approach to business. She was an unstoppable force bordering on ruthless when needed. But she also had a remarkable warmth and kindness that never ceased to amaze me. I could not have picked a better mentor.
She was as relentless in all aspects of her life as she was in business. She worked out hard every morning and played hard at night. I was the lucky recipient of her voracity in the bedroom. She had uncovered a sexually submissive but insatiable side of me.
Maybe the years of discipline and self-sacrifice have created a need in me to let go and unleash my inner slut. Maybe I have the same addiction problem as my sister, only manifested in lesbian sex rather than drugs. Whatever it is, I reach an incredibly heightened sexual excitement when surrendering myself to the pleasure of women.
As excited as I was to see Cynthia, I could not help but worry. She made it clear that I was to "take care of her house keeper Rosario" when she was forced to leave early last weekend. I was afraid she might be jealous or angry that I had followed orders so enthusiastically. Rosario had a falling out with her husband and released years of frustration with me last weekend with and without Cynthia watching.
To make matters worse Cynthia didn't know that my best friend Stacey had professed her love for me, and we had a wonderful drunken night together. The next morning Stacey had graciously asked for us to keep it just friends, to give me the chance to explore my relationship with Cynthia without distraction.
Then it really hit me. What would Stacey do when she found out about Rosario? I had to tell her, we shared everything. I was grateful she was busy at work this week and we had not had a chance to talk since my encounter with Rosario. My head spun, so I settled back into the seat and breathed slowly and deeply. I replayed images of all three of them in my head.
Cynthia was tall and confident with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a body that other women would die for. She was long and slender but firm and muscular, like a great artist's sculpture. I'd give a kingdom for one look at her ass. Her sharp nose and red soft lips were irresistible. It just wasn't fair that she was powerful, smart and absolutely gorgeous. She was always the most beautiful person in the room. The rest of us don't stand a chance.
Rosario had shimmering dark hair and piercing brown eyes. At first glance she might seem plain, but if you looked closely, she was stunningly beautiful. She had a sensuous feminine body and firm perky breasts. Her full unshaven black bush and underarms were clean and well groomed. She was soft-spoken yet somehow powerful. When I looked in her eyes, they made me feel that she was truly longing for me. They emitted a sexiness that was captivating. Seeing her in her skinny jeans simply made me want her and she used her tongue like no one I have ever known.
Stacey was and is my best friend and confidante. When I discovered she had feelings for me, I was shocked. She had kept those feelings to herself and I had been oblivious for three years. There was so much to lose if we tried a romantic relationship and it failed.
She was almost four inches shorter than me, curvier and softer, but sexy in her own right. She had a true hourglass shape, with silky smooth, milky white skin. She had two very sexy dimples on her lower back, one above each ass cheek. Her amber hair and intensely blue eyes were electrifying. When I first met her, I thought she had eye coloring contacts, but it was her natural color. Her hair and eyes popped against her pale skin. She had a cute round button like nose that begged to be kissed.
There is so much more I could say about her but suffice it to say, she was uniquely beautiful inside and out. Part of me wished she had never told me her feelings. Part of me was angry that she waited until I stumbled into my relationship with Cynthia to tell me. And yet another part of me wanted to run away with her and live with her as her best friend, soulmate, and spouse.
And so, my mind spun round and round the circle of three all week. But now I was moments away from Cynthia and she deserved my focus this weekend. I wasn't sure if Rosario was going to be there today or not. I knew she went to visit her mother in Naples Florida earlier in the week, but she could have returned.
From the tone of Cynthia's texts, I was fairly certain she was planning some one-on-one time with me. I focused my thoughts on her, recalling that first weekend in the Hamptons. That Saturday morning, I had gone out to the pool terribly hung over to find Cynthia sunbathing naked laying asleep on her stomach. I took a seat behind her, gazing at her ass.
I stared at her, marveling at her shaved pussy and symmetrical little sphincter. Her inner labia were soft, pink and delicate looking. It was the first time I had ever really looked at another woman like that and I knew I wanted to taste her. I quietly rubbed myself off as I looked at her, not willing to risk sharing my feelings.
The driver turned into the driveway, bringing my attention back to the present. I quickly collected my things and asked him to get my bags and bring them in. I stepped out of the car with my wet pussy soaking through my panties yet again. I would have to let it slip to Cynthia that I had soiled yet another pair of panties. She would, of course, confiscate them for her collection.
Then, while he pulled the bags from the trunk, the memory of a few days earlier came back, when Rosario had me on hands and knees licking her pussy in front of Robert, the distinguished looking silver-haired driver. She had made me cum in my panties while he quietly watched.
This driver was younger and not so well-mannered. As much as it excited me a few days ago with Rosario, I knew Cynthia would be much more discreet in front of a stranger.
The front door opened, and Cynthia stood there in those jeans. Her flowing sandy hair seemed to glow in the sunlight. It was like a moment from a movie. She moved in slow motion, with an orchestra playing angelic music in the background.
"Good evening, Ms. Carmichael. So glad you made it safely." Her smile was genuine and electrifying. Her eyes never left mine as I approached her. "You look well," she said. Her eyes widened and grew hungry.
The wave of heat that rushed into my lady parts brought home the overwhelming effect she had on me. Just a shift of her eyes and I was hers, completely. As I approached, she leaned forward, presenting her glistening red lips. I envisioned an impassioned kiss, both of us staggering toward the sofa as we struggled with buttons, zippers and clasps.
I leaned in for the kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, she backed up and spun back toward the doorway. I glimpsed her teasing grin before she spoke. "I will give you a few moments to freshen up and we can review the week's event before dinner. Come in, Ms. Carmichael." She extended her arm like a model presenting a prize. "It's going to be a weekend of pleasure and surprises, my pet," she said softly.
Inside she waited for the driver, gave him a tip and nudged him out the door. Then she turned and smiled. After giving me a slow look up and down, her eyes returned to mine. "I've missed you, my pet. Come here to me, Ms. Carmichael." She curled her pointer finger, summoning me as her eyes devoured me.
Everything about Cynthia Liebert excited me. Even the way she addressed me as "Ms. Carmichael" made me want her.
Her hands gripped my face and she leaned in, kissing me softly. When her tongue slid into my mouth, I breathed in her perfume and could only whimper and tremble helplessly under her spell. My hands gravitated to her ass in those Jeans while our tongues danced and pussy heated up instantly. I was wearing a light green knee-length ruffled sundress I had bought on board the ship earlier in the week. My hope was she would pull it up over my head and take me on the couch.
She broke the kiss and began to speak, "Tell me about your wee..."
Without thought, I pulled her ass toward me and kissed her again pushing my pelvis against hers. Feeling her ass, tasting her and smelling her perfume made it impossible to concentrate on business. I had to have her first.
She pushed me off, grinning. "Ms. Carmichael, you are insatiable. Whatever shall I do with you? I have dinner warming in the oven."
"I'd rather have you." I stepped back toward her again as she backed up toward the sofa.
