{All characters are over 18 and any sexual references are about +18 sex}
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In the last of Madelaine's episodes, she'd let her boss finally fuck her after years of teasing him. She ended up offering her "oral servitude" to him which he used on nearly a daily basis. Unfortunately, as tends to happen with stunning, vivacious women like her, he began to fall for her. She was thrilled with the sex, she had no interest in being his girlfriend, or wife. Sadly, he was in love. He told her he couldn't work with her like that. As we'd talked about before, she didn't really need the job, so she quit. The fool could've had many more opportunities to let that wonderful mouth please him, but he wanted it all, or nothing. He chose nothing.
Laney described how it was for her, during her time with him.
"It was so different, knowing that pretty much every day I was going to have to please him. Sometimes he'd make me blow him right at the start to "take the edge off" as he put it. Others he'd make me wait the whole day in anticipation, which would just build me into a frenzy. But, the whole day I was available to him to molest. He had me wearing the loosest tops, the shortest or tightest skirts. He had handfuls of my tits and ass throughout the day. The really exciting part for me was knowing I was that kind of slut for him. I was his office manager, but really I was just some sexy tart who dressed slutty and who he fed his delicious cum."
"Is it really delicious?" I asked.
"Yes. With some it isn't. But, there's a natural taste to it and an attraction for me, almost like it's full of testosterone, full of "man," I've come to crave that taste. With him, I got so good at coaxing it out of him. I did it so much I learned exactly how to do it. I knew how to slow him down, how to speed him up. It was all depending on how I used my tongue around his head, how much to swirl it, how much suction to have. I could make him shoot or I could make him wait, it was up to me."
"I think that's the advantage of repeated use."
"Yes, and I'm going to want that again, sir. You choose, though. But I want you to find someone who I can do that to on a regular basis."
"Finding willing guys isn't really the problem, it's setting it up that first time THEN having them be the right kind of guy to do it again."
"And again," she sighed. "You made this point before though, it's not like I'm marrying the guy. It could be nearly anyone. Do you have guys at work, or friends you know that would take advantage of a sexy sluts mouth?" she asked with growing arousal.
"You'd suck off my friends?" I asked.
"I'd suck whoever you make me," she purred.
"You really DO like control. I mean, not just when I do it. Think of the time with "sarge," how he treated you, how he told you what he was going to do, and how to do it and to "come back." And, you liked it when your boss "made" you do it."
"It really is about loss of control for me," she admitted. "Being made to do those things makes me feel like a dirty slut, which I know I am but it's like guys are taking advantage of that part of me and I really crave it."
"It really is too bad about your boss. Who knows how long that could've lasted. Instead, he "blew" it after only a month."
"I COULD go back.. and "visit" him, sometime," she thought hopefully.
"Maybe, but he's too into you. Let's give it time, hopefully he'll realize what he can, and can't have. But for now, you want to suck cock..."
"Lots," she mewed.
On that note I told her about a get together I was going to on the weekend. It's just a cook out, grill party, with football watching on the side. It's a dozen of my friends and their wives. I've known most of these guys since I was a kid.
"Oooh," she grinned wickedly. "Am I going to suck any of them off?"
I said honestly, "I don't really know. My friends are life long. Most are loyal to a fault. Even though they know we aren't technically "girlfriend/boyfriend" I doubt they'd cross that line, even for an incredible sexpot like you."
There was one guy, though. He was that friend that no one really knew who he was attached to, he was kind of the "friend of a friend" who had been around us so long that he became part of the circle. He was often crude, opinionated and boorish. Our friend Bob. Years ago, Bob had gotten himself a Russian wife. She was pretty. They had a family, we saw all the family photos. One thing we never saw was his wife. Not once did he bring her around to parties or get-togethers. As the years went on most of us realized that their marriage was probably no more than an "arrangement" for her to come to the United States. He boasted, as he often did, about how pretty and sexy she was, like he was still banging her. I doubted it.
The party was at my brother's lake house. The weather was beautiful, for fall. Madelaine hadn't done anything sexual since her last day with her boss. She kept saying she was aching for it and if it didn't come soon she'd go to the bar herself and take care of it. She was joking, but I knew what she needed. I wasn't sure it would happen at the party. In a way, I hoped it didn't but the potential to quench her desire was there for her. I had to give her that chance.
We hung out and talked and laughed with the others. The women all focused in on the "so when are you two going to get married?" talk right away. Laney made sure the guys knew our status. "I'm not ready for ONE man again," she sweetly smiled. "Not after 20 years of marriage." I saw Bob taking note. I also saw him checking her out. She had on a loose sweatshirt. Underneath she had a lacy bra. She had on her sexy tight jeans. She was adorably sexy.
He'd never met her. Boor that he is, the first thing he said to her when I introduced them was, "so you think James is the best you can do?"
She just smiled. "He IS pretty damned good."
He just gave her a smirk as if to say, "well, I know someone better."
We were sitting together and she leaned in and said, "Bob said he loved my sweater," she giggled, "and what's under it."
"What a pig," I laughed.
"I think that pig thinks he's going to get your "girlfriend."
"Is he?"
"You tell me, sir. You're in charge. If you want me to please that asshole, I will," she said submissively.
"Take off your bra, then go talk to him again."
"Oh fuck," she hissed. "Ok."
I saw them talking again later, she was facing away from me, she kept looking back nervously. He was in front of her, looking down. No doubt he saw she'd removed the bra. I could even swear he was rubbing across her sweatshirt with his hands. His hands went slowly up and down.
She came back and sat down, she was flushed. "Did you see? He was rubbing my nipples through the sweatshirt with the back of his hands. Oh god, they are so hard right now."
"You want it, don't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"I do, sir. I want to. Make me suck him. Make me suck his cock!"
"Then get up and don't come back until you have."
Some of the group had headed down to the lake through a nature path, going to their boat dock. They loved floating around the lake on the pontoon boat, drinking and smoking weed. I sent her back to Bob.
