© 2015 Sal De Klerk, Helen46, Dakotacpl All Rights Reserved
Final Revision 5/2020
Edited by ElmerStudd
Authors Note:
This started as a Roleplay between the Sal who wrote Donna, Helen46 wrote Ellen and came up with the title and Dakotacpl wrote Mike. I hope you like it.
Warning:
This story contains adult content including Dom/sub, Femdom, DP, Older woman/younger couple, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.
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I leaned back in my comfortable leather-upholstered chair. I looked out the open door at my employees. There was a certain satisfaction in my expression that afternoon. It had taken me over twenty years. I finally became the CEO of the insurance company I’ve worked for most of my adult life. The hard work and perseverance had finally paid off. Many of my male colleagues were sexist and tried to sabotage me as I climbed the corporate ladder.
My rise to power had come at a cost. I was five years divorced. Here I was at forty-six, and no one to share my success with. My twin girls were about finished with college and about to go start their own lives, leaving me alone.
Every evening I returned to my luxurious suburban home, I suffered a pang of loneliness. My ex-husband claimed I was cold and frigid when he’d abandoned me for his 20-year old secretary.
In a way, he was right. Our sex life had been dormant long before the final break up. I had to admit it was almost all my fault. I devoted myself to work, leaving no time for any sort of carnal pleasure.
My parents raised me in the strict Anglican tradition, and my ex had been my first and only lover. Underneath I was a raging cauldron of desire, but I had always managed to resist my salacious desires.
Now, I was beginning to realize that this attitude had been wrong, that I had not been true to myself. Lately, I had started to experience sexual fantasies and urges as my imagination ran wild. I knew the cause. My daughter, Alyssa, had recently started bringing her older, black boyfriend home. Three nights a week I heard them make the oldest of all music together.
For the first time in decades, I found myself masturbating. Being an Aural voyeur to my daughter and her ebony stud grunting and moaning through our shared wall. Their lustiness was contagious and spilled over into other parts of my life. I began having impure thoughts about certain employees. Not only the men but several women had starred in my imaginings. I found myself drawn to confident, assertive, younger women who knew what they wanted and how to get it. They had the self-assurance I lacked when I was that age.
Despite our dress code, the college girls dressed with a sensuality, accentuating their sexy bodies. I’d often fantasize about one of them seducing me, telling me what to do. I never expected one of them to find me attractive and I’d never conceded control to another. Somehow I found the idea of letting someone else dominate me titillating.
I’ve tried to keep myself in shape, I had a home gym with several pieces of exercise equipment. Though it tends to be a losing battle at my age. My large breasts have started to sag, my belly is nowhere near as flat as it was. The less said about the ass expansion the better.
I knew that women hit their sexual prime in their forties, but this was crazy. I always had sex on my mind. It was a constant struggle to restrain myself, as I gazed in desire at my young attractive secretary. I couldn’t help but daydream about having her head between my thighs.
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Donna was happy she finally had a female boss. She hated the old, fat, married, men who chased her around their desks. Donna had married a man who fulfilled her needs. Her need to be with women, and her need to be in control.
She had married two years ago and loved her husband very much. She was often hit on by guys and she’d always declined their advances. Sometimes she would encounter one who was a bit cockier and wouldn’t take no for an answer. In those cases, she would announce, “Sorry dude, but I'm married and there's only room for one dick in my life." That usually got them to back off.
The first time she’d met her boss, she got a familiar tingle between her legs. She knew immediately that she wanted to seduce her, to control her. She knew she had to go slow if she wanted to make this powerful and successful MILF her plaything. Donna took great pains to select her work outfits. She made sure not to violate the dress code but did push the boundaries. She watched how Helen reacted to her outfits and adjusted them based on what Helen’s liked.
Donna was riding her husband's cock on a Thursday night while telling him how she ripped her skirt at work. How Helen saw that she was not wearing panties. Mike groaned knowing, from experience, his wife's expertise in teasing someone.
"We need to have her over for dinner," Donna said as she slid up and down his hard shaft.
"Have her for DINNER, Or have HER for dinner?" Mike smirked.
"Well dinner first then desert, lover," Donna said as they laughed. Now fuck my cunt and fill me with your baby batter.
"Your wish is my command milady," Mike said as he began to fuck his bride in earnest.
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The next morning Donna selected the most delectable outfit she could wear to work. A semi-transparent white blouse and a black lacy bra that almost let you see her nipples. She also wore thigh-high stockings that didn't quite make it under her skirt. No panties and black open toe 4" heels. She arrived at work a little early and organized Helen's schedule. When Helen arrived, Donna followed her into the office.
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I sucked in my breath as I noticed Donna's attire. Her white blouse was the most translucent material and her black lace bra was visible. It too was diaphanous and I marveled at the sight of her pert breasts, prominent nipples, and wide brownish areola. I felt a warm sensation in my groin. I flashed back to yesterday when Donna had ripped her skirt.
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She asked me to evaluate the damage, when I saw her pale flesh, I blushed bright red. The tops of her stockings were noticeable through the tear as was the curve of her bare buttocks. The realization that she was not wearing panties hit me like a ton of bricks.
Donna had an effect on me from the start. She did everything I asked her too and did it well. Yet there was always a nagging feeling that she was the real power. Arranging my schedule and zealously guarding access to me. She had this authoritative air about her and I could see the way it affected others in the office.
Under normal circumstances, I would not have allowed a secretary to have that much power. There was something about Donna that had gotten to me. Every morning I watched as she sauntered around the office. I was mesmerized by her long, lithe body, and confident bearing. I could also see the lustful glances that she received from the males, most of them old enough to be her father. Even a few of the females gazed at her, their eyes full of the same desire I felt burning in my loins.
'Who am I kidding?' I asked myself, 'She's only a couple of years older than my daughter. She's married.' I reminded myself.
Her athletic husband, Mike, a gorgeous hunk of man, had picked her up from the office on several occasions. It was clear that he was also under her spell, doing her bidding and following her like a puppy.
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After Donna gave me my morning tea and went over my schedule, she stood up and walked up to me. I felt myself get lightheaded when her enticing aroma filled my nose. I closed my eyes and sucked in the scent like a drowning man gulps air.
"Helen, come to my house for dinner tonight 7:15.”
I heard Donna tell me to have dinner with her and I nodded my head in agreement. I didn't think about the rules of fraternization, rules I’d put in place.
At 4 O'Clock, Donna marched into Helen’s office. "Tea Time!" she announced and placed a small tray of snacks and a cup of Helen's favorite tea on her desk. "By the way Helen, I have a few things to do to get ready for tonight, so I'm leaving now. I'll see you tonight, at 7:15. Not one minute later, I know you don't want to make me wait." Donna turned and strutted out of the office. Helen was speechless and somewhat aroused.
Donna went straight home and prepared Helen’s favorite meal. Mike came home about six, showered, and dressed as Donna instructed. Donna, wanting to keep Helen off-balance dressed in a severe cut conservative power suit she owned but had not worn. Once the table was set and the food in the final stages of cooking, Donna had Mike open a bottle of wine to breathe. With all in readiness, they waited for their guest to arrive.
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Throughout my long career, I had built a reputation for staying calm under pressure. When Donna informed me that she was leaving early, I wanted to give her a tongue lashing for her impudence. All that I did was sit there and watch her gather her coat and bag and make a hasty exit. I couldn't understand why I ignored all my management instincts. I never let a subordinate behave like this before.
It had been ages since I had received an invitation for an informal event. My wardrobe choices consisted of ball gowns and business attire. In the end, I settled on a grey sequin and beaded cocktail dress. It was somewhat more clingy than I remembered. I had put on a few pounds since I wore it last, but at least it was knee length. It pulled tight across my large bust, and my wide hips stretched the material over my fleshy buttocks. I felt way overdressed, but I had no alternative for the more intimate setting of a private home. The last time that I had worn this dress, my ex spent the evening brazenly flirting with the hostess.
My wardrobe had always been quite conservative. Underneath I would don expensive and alluring lingerie. Knowing that my business suits hid lingerie that would make a stripper blush always gave me thrill. This evening I picked out a beautiful black lace bra, matching high-cut panties. I slid my legs into hold-up silk stockings with a seam running along the back. To complete the assemble I put on a pair of delicate long spiky heels. The clerk in the store had called them 'fuck me shoes' as I paid for them. I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing only the underwear and heels. For the first time in years, I felt confident about my looks.
I took a taxi to an unfamiliar part of town where Donna lived. As we neared the destination, I felt some trepidation. It wasn’t in character for me to break rules, but I felt a need for companionship and human contact. Something that had been lacking in my life as of late. I was a CEO, mother, and a pillar of the wider community, but I had no friends and no one to warm my bed. There was a part of me that wanted to get away from the image of myself that I had created over the years. The staid, uptight, mature matron.
I had left most of my nerves behind as I mounted the staircase and raised my hand to knock. Something stopped me, I stood there for a moment and then looked at my watch. It was only 7:13. I stood on the porch watching the seconds tick by until my watch read 7:15. Smiling, I knocked on the young couple's door.
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Donna looked at her watch. She smiled, ‘perfect she's on time like I told her.’ "Mike go sit down," she ordered her husband. Donna walked to the door and opened it. She licked her lips at the form-fitting dress Helen was wearing like a second skin.
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My jaw hit the ground when the door opened. While I was sometimes thrown off my game by what Donna wore in the office, I felt befuddled now. Donna stood before me wearing a knee-length black leather pencil skirt. With a black leather corset top with red trim and laces in the front. The laces were pulled tight giving her already shapely figure more curves. The tops of her breasts spilled over the top, creating some amazing cleavage. On her feet were a pair of exquisite strappy high heels. I must admit that I felt some trepidation and my heart raced.
"Come in Helen, you look lovely. Dinner is ready if you want to eat, or would you like a cocktail first?" Donna asked, closing the door, cutting off Helen’s escape.
Donna ushered me into the room with a warm smile and I let myself relax a bit. I froze and became speechless when I saw Mike. He sat at the table wearing a black leather vest, with a black collar around his neck. I was about to turn and run for the door when Donna took my arm and began speaking. “If you are unable to think for yourself, someone should take charge and make decisions for you. You’d like that wouldn't you Miss big strong boss lady. You want me to be in charge, don't you?"
Before I could resist
, her tongue flickered across my ear sending a shudder through me. Donna stood close to me and with an air of authority that I hadn’t noticed before. She said, “I thought so Helen. You are a little submissive slut, aren't you? You want to be owned and used to please me, don't you? Tell me you want to be my slut or you can leave now.”
No one had shown that much arrogance to me before and not someone whom I’d regarded as a subordinate. There was something tantalizing in her voice. The tone of authority and the sudden reversal in our roles. Donna was now in charge. There was something liberating about this unexpected turn of events. There was something titillating about being told what to do. I had this incredible urge to please her in every way. From my vantage point in a low slung chair, I looked up at her towering above me.
I finally surrendered to my wanton desires, I looked up at the beautiful woman and replied, "Yes, I want this."
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"Very good pet. Now, you will stand up, take off that dress, and let me see what naughty underwear you have on. Yes, I know. I know many of your secrets."
Donna sat in an easy chair and said "Rest." Mike jumped up. Helen could see that the vest was the only piece of clothing he wore. Unless you counted the object encasing his penis. Mike got on all fours and Lisa rested her feet on him like he was a footrest. "Strip now pet."
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Almost as if I was on autopilot, I began to divest myself of my clothes. Blushing a deep red and with my eyes locked on the floor, I unzipped and stepped out of my dress. In my entire life, only four people had seen me without clothes. My parents, my doctor, and my ex. I placed my hands over my breasts to shield them from view. But I knew that this was a futile gesture. My fat saggy tits were barely constrained by my bra. The nipples had already hardened, their outline visible through the thin embroidered fabric.
I wished that I had taken better care of myself. That I had made some use of the expensive exercise equipment in the basement of my home. With my rolls of pale flesh, I must have seemed grotesque to this fit and handsome couple in their twenties.
I stood there in my extravagant lingerie and heels. Trembling in fear, as I watched my secretary exert her control. It was a good thing, I thought, that I had worn black panties and that the huge damp stain on the gusset was not visible. There was no mistaking, the scent of my arousal which filled the small living room.
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Donna looked at her boss in her naughty lingerie. While not as slender and taut as she was, Helen still had a nice shape despite the muffin top. "Now pet, you will always dress like this in my presence, unless I instruct you otherwise. Now it's time for dinner. Eat well, you’ll need your strength for tonight."
Donna stood up, brushed her lips over Helen's and tweaked both her nipples. Then she walked over to the table and stood there waiting. "Pet, you need to pay attention. I am ready to be seated for dinner and you stand there doing nothing. Come pull my seat out then you may sit at your place. Slave, go serve dinner," she ordered Mike, who jumped up and ran into the kitchen.
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My knees went weak when her lips caressed mine. When she pinched both my nipples I felt myself gush a bit. I stood there basking in my new found freedom until I heard Donna scold me.
Donna’s command added ignominy to my pitiful situation. When she ordered me to pull out her chair so that she could sit as if I were the hired help. I obeyed, wondering why I did as I was bid. I sneaked a peek at her generous cleavage as I pushed in her seat. Food was the last thing on my mind as I felt my loins stir yet again. It was so strange for me to be semi-naked this close to another woman. The power play was arousing me, I couldn't wait to see what Donna had in store.
Mike returned with dinner and served the two ladies. Once their plates were in front of them Mike sat and waited. Donna looks at me, "so boss, are you hungry or horny right now?"
"Well, I, um, actually...", I stammered. "Please don't make me say it, Donna. I'm not used to divulging my needs in front of people that I don't know". I looked at her pleading with my eyes, hoping that I would not have to reveal how I felt. My mind was a whirlwind of cravings and embarrassment. I did not know whether to laugh or cry as I wondered what work colleagues would think of this situation. Their CEO wearing nothing but lingerie at the dinner table. Her breasts spilling out from the confines of her bra, waiting to see what her secretary had planned. While the latter's husband sat across from her, wearing nothing but a leather vest and a cage around his cock.
"Helen you will either tell me if you are hungry or horny, right now, or you will leave my house dressed as you are. That means no wallet, no phone, and no way to get home. Your choice, Boss," she said emphasizing the last word dripping with sarcasm.
"Okay, okay, I'm horny. Happy now?" I blurted, fuming to have been forced into a corner. My complexion turned an even deeper shade of crimson. Ladies of my caste do not reveal that they have sexual needs in public. I wanted to tell Donna more. About the long years of frustration, I’d had to endure since my husband left, but I could not find the words. My conservative background prevented me from confiding in her. From telling her that I had desired to get in touch with my sexual self. To experience pleasure in a more physical way with others. Right now all I needed was to be fucked.
"Then my pet, you are going to take off your panties and masturbate right here, right now. While I eat my dinner and watch you pleasure yourself." I heard those words and sat there stupefied. I watched Donna put a fork full of Fettuccine Alfredo in her mouth and chew. Her eyes never leaving mine as she waited for me to obey her.
"Please, I can't. Not in front of you and your husband. It wouldn't be decent. Please, Donna." I begged, as my inner desire wanted to be forced to finger myself at her dinner table.
"If I wanted decent, we would be eating at your house, with your servants waiting on us. I chose my home to protect your reputation. If you want we can invite more people over to watch, while you surrender to me. Is that what you want? Now follow my instructions or I start making phone calls, starting with Mr. James.”
I sat upright when she dropped the name of my first client and now my wealthiest. There were rumors about him and his assistants. But I’d never believed them. I wondered if Donna knew something that I didn’t. No amount of begging or pleading would divert this force of nature from her course. I was no longer the boss.
With great reluctance and an overwhelming sense of shame, I stood up and eased down my panties. My moist pubic hairs glistened in the half-light. I threw myself into my seat again. At least I had had the foresight to trim my bush before venturing out that evening. Aware that I was being studied by both Donna and Mike, my hands slid down my body towards my groin.
'How could I bring myself to do what she'd asked?' I wondered. All I could do was close my eyes and imagine that I was home in bed, alone, listening to my daughter and her boyfriend. It took all my imagination to forget that I was in Donna's apartment, more exposed than I had ever been in my adult life.
Somehow I managed to transport myself to a more comfortable, familiar realm. I began to run my fingers along the puffy labia, slick from my secretions. One, then two fingers slipped inside my slit. As I slid my fingers in and out with an increasing tempo, my thumb rubbed against my swollen clitoris. Unaware to me, I started moaning aloud, a shattering orgasm building. As I was coming down from this plateau, a clapping sound broke my reverie. I opened my eyes to see both Donna and her husband applauding, broad grins on their faces. For some reason, their approval filled me with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
"I'm pleased that you did that for me, pet. As a reward you may make a request," Donna told me. Possibilities raced around my mind. I was still flushed from the exertions of the solo masturbatory performance. My embarrassment at the intimacy of what I had done was abated somewhat by the climax I had reached.
My natural reticent at expressing my inner feelings returned. I would love to sit back and watch her and Mike make love, their strong young bodies intertwined. Mike had been silent thus far but I was aware of his masculinity and his mouth-watering cock. It was cruelly kept from becoming erect by the cage it was trapped in. Apart from some experimentation with a roommate in college, I had never been with a woman. It was something that I had often thought about. I wondered what it would be like to go down on someone as self-possessed and dynamic as Donna. Before I even knew I had made a decision, I heard my voice say "I want to taste you, Donna."
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"You may feast on me pet. Come eat me while I finish my dinner." Donna stood up while she talked, "Slave remove my skirt."
Mike jumped up, scurried behind Donna, and lowered the zipper on her skirt. He eased it down her long toned legs and helped her remove it from her body. Donna was naked under the skirt, she stood there, her clean-shaven mound dewy with desire. Mike folded the skirt and placed it on an unused chair. "Slave return to your meal," Donna commanded as she sat down, spreading her legs.
I felt her eyes burining my skin. I looked up and heard her say, "Remove your bra before you begin.”
I've never been this direct about my desires. Yet it's very liberating to be able to say and do as one pleases. I stood up and reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. My heavy breasts spilled forward, the engorged nipples jutting outwards. With a new brazenness, I approached Donna and knelt between her outstretched legs. I’m conscious of my labored breathing as I came face to groin with my first pussy since college. It was gratifying to see that she shaved and already aroused.
A rich aroma filled my nostrils as I placed my hands on her thighs. Her body shuddered as I touched her for the first time. I leaned further forward and flicked out my tongue. With great concentration, I licked along the slick slit. Her nectar tasted of honeyed sweetness. Then, growing with confidence, I clamped down on the clitoris. Sucking and stretching it into my mouth, shaking my head from side to side.
I was aware of Donna bucking her hips upwards, juices pouring out of her. My administrations must be having the desired effect. I formed my tongue into a v-shape and probed inside her. With a steady rhythm, I moved my tongue backward and forward, deeper and deeper. My face was damp from Donna's excretions. With one hand I continued to manipulate her swollen clitoris.
The fingers joined my tongue in launching another attack on her gaping cunt. They slipped inside her, with ease. I was surprised at how into this I was. I continued to work on Donna's lovely slit with my mouth and fingers. I was aware that my fleshy rounded buttocks were thrust invitingly upwards.
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Mike watched his wife being serviced by her employer. He knew from experience that she loved having her pussy eaten. His thick seven-inch cock was straining against the cage.
"Mistress, please free me, so that I may service our new whore.”
Donna’s eyes flashed in anger and she glared at Mike. He had broken her rule about speaking without permission. He hung his head knowing he would be punished for his slip. "Well slave, she seems like she's ready to feel a real man's cock. Too bad she has to settle for you. Do not cum in her....yet."
Mike jumped up and ran over to Donna, who took a key from around her neck and unlocked the cage, letting it fall to the floor. It landed next to Helen who saw it and shuddered in delight. Mike crawled under the table behind Helen. He mounted her doggy style, his chest pressed into her back because of the limited space.
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My whole body shook as Mike plunged into me. Five years since I’d last had a cock inside me. I could never have predicted that it would happen like this. My face between the thighs of my secretary. Her husband crouched low under the table so that he could take me from behind.
I was amazed at how toned and chiseled he was. The perfect counterpart to his sexy wife. Before he slipped into me, I looked over my shoulder. I was astounded at the size of his throbbing erection. He stroked it in wild abandon, drops of precum forming at the bulbous head.
For a moment, I felt a wave of fear grip me. How could I accommodate such a monster, my ex-husband was only a fraction of his size, but my hunger got the best of me. I was so well lubricated that he slid into me with no effort. I loved being filled; how I’d missed it. He gripped my hips as he rode me, his balls banging against my broad ass. Because he was prone on top of my back, he was able to reach around and play with my pendulous tits. He screwed the fat nipples between thumb and forefinger as he thrust into me. His cock caused me to pant like a two-bit whore.
Donna felt Helen’s tongue pull away from her pussy. She allowed Helen to adjust to the sensations flooding her. She waited for Helen to continue as she finished her dinner and poured herself another glass of wine. She leaned back in her chair, waiting for Helen to resume living the fantasy she’d had since the day she met Donna.
Once, Mike, had a steady rhythm going, Helen returned to pleasing Donna. Her tongue grazed the younger woman's labia before she licked the edges of her pussy. Donna sighed at the warmth of her tongue. Helen moved in a bit and kissed Donna’s pussy as she let her tongue explore deeper. Donna spread her legs further apart to allow Helen free access to her whole being.
Donna picked up the almost empty wine bottle. She let a few drops fall from it onto her bare navel. they snaked down her nude skin toward her pussy where Helen was sure to taste it.
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My mouth continued to explore Donna's creases and crevices. I kissed and nipped, before probing further towards her hot hole. My hands caressing her inner thighs. My tongue glided with ease along with her well-oiled mound. It came as a surprise when I tasted a trickle of wine, I glanced up and noticed the bottle in her hands.
I thought of all the months that I had watched and admired this lithe, youthful, lady. She had waltzed around the office with her imperious air, her tight clothes showcasing her perfect body. How I had wanted her, but I’d never even admitted that to myself. Now I was drinking a blend of her sweet, earthy nectar and the fruity, vanilla flavors of the wine from her precious chalice. I was loving it.
I rocked my hips to take Mike as deep as possible and tongued the syrupy cunt in front of me. I realized that Donna and Mike were only a couple of years older than my daughter and her friends. The thought added a frisson of excitement to the salacious indulgence of our carnal desires.
I groaned aloud, the sound somewhat stifled by Donna's womanhood, as I rubbed my face against it. It was hard to concentrate on her when her hunky husband was pounding his rock hard shaft deep into my body. His stamina was astonishing! My ex would have already finished and fallen asleep, as I finished myself off.
I was pulled out of my head by Donna’s voice, “Lick my cunt, like a boss Helen. Feel my pussy flood with juices," she told me as the last of the wine flowed over her stomach and down to her slit. I switched my focus from the hard dick pounding me to the beautiful pussy in my face. I began to lick like it was ice cream on a hot summer day, trying to eat it faster than it melted.
Mike nibbled on my back while pounding his wonderful cock into me. I lapped up the last of the wine from her hot tight flesh and returned to feasting on her. I sighed as she rubbed her pussy on my face coating me in her essence like she was marking her territory. The thought of Donna marking me as her property sent a shiver down my body and I gasped in delight.
Donna stood up and before I could object, she said, "It's about time we moved this party to a more appropriate setting."
She strutted out of the room. I heard Mike groan in disappointment, as Mike withdrew from me. He got out from under the table, moved a chair, then offered his hand to help me up. I took his hand, grateful for his thoughtfulness. I hadn't realized that my knees and shoulders had started to hurt.
I climbed out from under the table, I saw that Mike was still aroused. His rigid member glistening with my juices. The sight made my mouth and other lips water, I couldn’t resist. I bent down and sucked it into my mouth. As I did, I realized my face was coated with Donna's girl cream.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped as I sucked him into my mouth and savored my flavor mixed with his pre-cum. Once his cock was free of my cunt cream I let it escape from my mouth and stood up.
“What the fuck is taking so long,” Donna yelled.
We followed Donna’s piqued voice to their bedroom. I took another opportunity to admire her slim body, long legs and firm ass. Donna's upper body was still covered and I longed to see her breasts. It hit me again what a contrast of body types we made. Their youthful slenderness and my middle-aged expansiveness.
I began to take more pride in the years that were etched on my body. I also realized how horny, that’s a word I’d never even thought before, that this situation was. Between the age gap, and the power switch I was excited beyond belief. I stood in the doorway waiting for Donna to tell me what to do. I wondered if this is a one night stand or if Donna would force me to do dirty perverse things in the office as well.
"Remove my top Helen," Donna told me. "Slave I want you kneeling on the foot of the bed, hands behind your head."
He scurried to obey her command. His penis was still engorged and shiny with my saliva. I rushed to divest Donna of her top. The entire time my attention was drawn to Mike, well Mike’s magnificent cock. Donna's humiliation seemed to increase his ardor and his erection was more impressive. My mouth watered in anticipation of getting another taste.
As I loosened the ties on the corset, I found that underneath, she wore a simple white lace bra. It lifted her breasts and made them look perky. She was, I guessed, a 36C. Somewhat smaller than mine, but her boobs were riper, perkier, and didn't sag. This was confirmed when I unclasped the bra and her rack sprung forward. I wanted to suck on them. I lifted my head and used my eyes to beg Donna for permission.
Mike loved how fascinated Helen was with his cock. He’d enjoyed fucking her and that sweet mouth of hers, he wanted more. He had been close to cumming when Donna stopped them. He knew she’d done that on purpose. It was her way of torturing him. Letting his need to orgasm fade, while she teased him with visuals of her being pleasured by this hot MILF. He knew that he would be inside at least one of her holes again, soon, he hoped.
Donna saw her begging and smiled, “Yes pet, you may suckle on my breasts.”
Helen wasted no time taking one of her nipples into her mouth. She savored the sweet taste and rubbery texture of the erect nipple. She kissed, sucked, licked, and adored the perfect breasts of her employee. Donna let the older woman savor her breasts as she caressed her hair.
Mike watched his wife toy with her bosses hair as the MILF suckled on her. The perverse caricature of a mother feeding her babe aroused him beyond belief. He let out a strangled moan as he felt his cock jump and swell. Donna looked over at her husband and blew him a kiss as she twirled Helen’s hair.
I felt relaxed, safe, and loved as I enjoyed sucking on Donna's tit while Donna played with my hair. It was oddly comforting and arousing. I felt like I could spend hours doing this. I was in a euphoric state, nothing existed except my lips and tongue and the warm soft breast I was suckling.
From a great distance I heard a familiar voice, “Pet, it’s time for the main event. This is something I’ve wanted to do to you since I first met you.” I opened my eyes and looked up at the beautiful face above me. I was willing to do anything for her, anything at all.
“Go lay on my bed pet,” she instructed. I reluctantly let her nipple go, and made my way to her bed.
I lay on the bed, staring at Mike’s firm ass, wondering what she had planned. My eyes drifted closed as I rested until I heard Donna say, "Slave, lube us both."
I opened my eyes and saw that she had a faux phallus attached to a harness that encircled her groin. She was holding a container, with the label, Doc Johnson's Butt Butter. Before I could ask what butt butter was, I saw Mike open the container and begin to spread it on the rubbery black sex toy. I realized that Donna was about to fuck me and the name on the container told me where.
“I never...,” I began.
“Shh pet, trust me,” she interrupted. For some reason, I stopped talking and lay back. I took several deep breaths to steady my nerves. I mentally prepared myself to have my fat, wobbly, ass fucked for the first time. I watched Donna climb onto the bed, her shaft leading the way. I froze when Donna said, “Make a decision boss, do I fuck your ass or your pussy? No matter which you pick, Mike will fuck the other hole.”
I quivered at Donna's latest attempt to subjugate me. Double penetration? Anal sex? These were things that I had never considered, even in my wildest dreams. With my strict past and lazy ex-husband, there was only one orifice that a phallus could enter. Now I was about to be impaled with a plastic penis in one hole while her husband used my other one.
Fear gripped me again; this was a bridge too far. But one look at Donna confirmed that she was not prepared to take no for an answer. She lay on the bed, her realistic contoured strap-on standing proud. It seemed as if I had no choice in the matter. I sat up and climbed onto the bed. With my back to Donna, I squatted over her dildo.
Placing my hands on her upper legs for balance, I eased myself down. Donna held onto my hips offering support as I felt the head press against the one hole that I believed would remain a virgin. I cried out in pain as it stretched the outer ring and entered the narrowest of passages. I could feel every vein in the strap-on as it penetrated me.
Donna stopped for a minute to allow me to become acclimated to the sensation. Before pleasure could replace the pain, Mike placed two fingers inside my pussy. He stroked his well-lubricated dick with his other hand.
Donna smiled as she watched the older woman lower her plump ass onto her strap on. She hoped to be the one to take her ass first. Donna had wanted her ass the first time she saw her MILF boss bend over. She was filled with a smug satisfaction to be fucking her ass. She loved watching the fat cheeks jiggle as Helen bounced on her toy.
"Slave you have my permission to achieve release inside her. Enjoy this rare treat," Donna said as Mike fingered Helen’s pussy, making sure she was ready for him. Donna watched as I shuddered in anticipatory delight. The way my ass consumed the toy was a perfect allegory of my slow descent from an uptight, sexually frustrated, pain in the ass, bitch of a boss, to becoming a wanton harlot, that allowed my younger secretary and her husband to use me to fulfill their depraved lascivious desires.
Donna reached up and grabbed Helen's big floppy breasts and started to pinch her nipples. "Helen, you’ll ride these cocks like you ride your underlings at work. Like you used to ride me when I was late to work or didn't finish typing a memo on time." Donna thrust the last few inches of the dildo into her.
I tried to expel the invader from my body, as Donna assailed my floppy breasts, holding me down on the shaft. Donna started to rock her hips as Mike pushed his fingers deeper into the woman his wife bitched about daily.
Mike watched his wife fuck Helen's ass with the dildo for a bit. He probed her pussy loving the feel of the strap on through the thin membrane. Despite her age and two kids, she was still tight. Probably because she had been a frigid, uptight, bitch for so long, she hadn’t gotten much action. She was also sopping wet, showing she was a repressed slut like Donna had told him more than once. Mike curled his fingers up, found her G spot, and began to rub it.
I moaned as Mike found my secret spot, while Donna worked the dildo in and out of my ass hard. Mike removed his fingers and pushed me back onto Donna. That causes the toy to slide deeper into my bowels. I watched as Mike straddled Donna's legs and spread mine open. I was on fire. All my inhibitions had evaporated. All I cared about was my next sweaty orgasm. I rode the dildo as my life depended on it. Donna slapped my fleshy ass cheeks over and over, as I ground into her on every downstroke.
Mike came closer, his greased-up, pulsating rod pointed obscenely right at its destination. I needed to feel these youthful creatures pummel me in unison. I craned my head and looked at Donna, but she only grinned and said "Beg for it, boss". Turning again, I pleaded, "Fuck me, Mike, fuck me, please."
With a nod from his Mistress, Mike rammed his cock into her well-aged but rarely used cunt. Mike groaned as he went deep with minimal effort. He kissed her nipple as he began to stroke in and out. He could feel Donna working the dildo in and out of her ass through her membrane. Donna had a snug and skilled pussy, so he’d learned to delay his gratification.
Donna slapped Helen on her ass hard. "Get back to fucking boss, no one told you to stop!"
I screamed loud as Donna slammed her hand onto my ass. I had never been filled like this. Both of my orifices stretched to accommodate these powerful invaders. Donna grabbed my hips and brought my ass down again and again. I was becoming crazed with lust and started to groan.
Mike was crouched over my body, his mouth latched onto my engorged nipple, as he pounded me. I reached around and caressed his muscular buttocks. Emboldened, I slipped one finger into his butthole. Surprised by my action, he quickened his pace. It was impossible to hold out any longer. I trembled as another orgasm took hold of me, my legs weakened and I fell back against Donna. I became aware of her hand moving beneath the dildo of her strap-on, furiously frigging her cunt.
"Fill her quim slave. Shoot your dirty boy juice into my boss's cunt," Donna commanded him as she felt her submissive boss cum yet again.
The MILF’s finger slid into his ass, found and rubbed his prostate. A moan exploded from Mike’s lips at the unexpected anal massage. It was amazing to have this uptight, prim and proper, executive’s finger in his ass.
"Give it to me, you bastard," I found myself yelling at Mike. I knew that he was close, now that Donna had given consent. I had never given a prostate massage before. I learned the technique from a magazine article. I wanted firsthand experience of the intense pleasure promised. Sliding one finger in and out of his anus, I could judge from his whimpering that it was having the desired effect. With my other hand, I gripped his scrotum and felt his testicles retract. Without warning, he stopped, his cock buried deep within me.
Unbelievably his tumescent rod noticeably swelled before it exploded inside me. I could feel his ejaculation flood my womb, and the hot semen began to leak out of my well-fucked love box. He shuddered with the force of his release increased by my anal massage.
Before I had an opportunity to make sense of what had happened, I became aware of movement in my groin. Donna had started to pump her dildo into me again, slowly at first and then with a quickened pace. She reached around and twisted my nipples, somewhat harshly. I cried out, but she only increased her vice-like pinching. Incredibly I felt another orgasm building. My body was lathered with perspiration. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too heady a cocktail to resist. Bucking my hips wantonly, I groaned noisily. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeee.”
As Mike shot his seed into her, Donna wondered if Helen was still fertile. The thought of making her boss an unwitting surrogate for Mike's baby gave Donna a thrill. Picturing her at work with a swollen belly at her age made Donna smile.
I slumped onto the bed after another phenomenal orgasm had electrified me and then left me wasted. I’d never left my house without my hair and clothes being in immaculate condition. Now I lay on the marital bed of my secretary and her husband with my blonde locks tousled, my face flushed, my saggy tits flopped to either side of my chest, a film of sweat coating my skin, my pubic hair matted with cum and saliva and Mike's copious semen still leaking out of me.
After acting like a cock-crazed whore for the last thirty minutes or more, my appearance was not a concern. I was exhausted and sore, but felt more alive than I’d had in years. The thought that this young couple had ravished me in ways I could never have imagined sent a tingle down my spine.
My mind drifted to my daughter and her virile black lover. How I’d envied the pleasure they’d enjoyed and now I was experiencing the same thing with people of their age. This situation that I’d found myself in and the age difference between Mike, Donna and I, was so intensely erotic. I looked over at my beautiful, brash, secretary and wondered what else she had in store for me.
Donna eased the dildo out of Helen’s ass. "Slave, lick her pussy clean, then get her cleaned up. The two of you may play together until I return.” Donna stood up and strode out of the room, dropping the strap on to the floor.
I was glad to have time with Mike. His chiseled physique, handsome features, and oversize dick had turned my legs to jelly the first time I’d seen him. He reminded me of the boys who courted my daughter Sandra. They occasionally came by the house, sniffing after her like dogs in heat. He had the same good looks and diffident air. I preferred my men to be manly, to take the lead, and seduce me. I found it hard to understand Donna's hold over him and his willing submissiveness. Yet, there was no denying the main source of his attraction, as it dangled semi-erect between his legs. I licked my lips as I gazed longingly at it. His impressive manhood, combined with his virility and control, was a lethal combination.
He knelt and started cleaning out my creamy pussy with his tongue. I was somewhat disgusted that he would degrade himself in this way. I was not prepared for the sensation I experienced when his tongue found my clit. It sent a jolt through me and a warm sensation radiated from my groin. Donna had taught him well.
Mike hated to admit it but this older woman turned him on. He had always had a thing for older women but had never admitted that to Donna. He licked up his huge load of semen. She seemed to enjoy it, grinding her big hips into his face, moaning and groaning. He felt her body shudder a few times in orgasm.
Once he had his mess cleaned up, he helped her off the bed and led her into the bathroom. Mike wet a washcloth and knelt between her legs. He washed her pussy for her. He washed her matted down fur and even ran the washcloth under her and up and down her ass crack.
Once he had wiped the lion's share of sweat and sex cream from my skin, he turned on the shower and we got in. He took the shower head down and painstakingly rinsed me all over. I took the opportunity to fondle his ball sack and jack his hardening cock. I was amazed at how quickly it grew in my hand, a prominent vein throbbing along the shaft.
Inwardly I laughed at what an odd, even perverse, couple we would make. A middle-aged, overweight woman, with her saggy breasts, wide hips, and enormous buttocks with this athletic, well-proportioned young man, who was young enough to be her son.
Mike liked how the older woman touched his cock. She had him hard in no time. As he washed her body in the shower, his eyes roamed over her. He loved her huge floppy tits. He had her turn so he could wash her back, and admire her big round ass. He felt an overwhelming desire to slap it, so he did. She gasped in surprise and delight.
He put his hands onto her wide hips and began running his hard cock back and forth over her big buttocks. She moaned in approval, then he started rubbing his big thick cock up and down her ass crack, humping it a little. He could feel his big head moving back and forth over her butt hole. She moaned...he wondered which hole she would want him to put his cock into.
Turning away from Mike, I felt his pulsating tool pressing against my ass. Stretching around he cupped my pendulous orbs as if testing their weight. Rotating his hips, his rock-solid shaft slid effortlessly along the narrow crevice. I groaned as he continued to squeeze my tits, his strong thighs rubbing against my meaty haunches. I marveled at Mike's endurance and his powers of recovery. This was a cock that was worth fighting for. Reaching between my legs, I gripped his hefty ball sack. With a sigh, I drove my butt back, against Donna's husband and impaled myself on his shaft.
Mike easily slipped balls deep into Helen's pussy. He grunted as she played with his balls while he worked his cock in and out of her. His cock drew his semen out of her from their earlier fuck. It frothed on his shaft and began gathering on his balls. He liked the weight of her big floppy tittys, he kneaded and squeezed them as he fucked her. He began fucking her harder and she had to take her hand off his balls and use it to brace up against the shower wall. Mike let her big tits fall out of his hands and they flopped back and forth under her. He grasped her big hips and fucked her hard and deep. She had a roomier pussy and he wanted to be sure his cock rubbed her throughly.
Donna went into the bathroom in time to watch her slave and boss begin to fuck. Dona knew from experience that Mike had amazing recuperative powers and stamina. She held up the object in her hand and captured several photographs. At least one showed Helen’s face contorted in pleasure. Her naked pendulous tits hanging down and Mike in the background. It was wonderful capturing her husband and boss fucking in her bathroom.
"Give it to me, big boy," I yelled, craning over my shoulder to look him in the eyes. It felt so good to be the receptacle for this stud's fierce fucking. Even though my pussy raw from the unaccustomed mashing it received, I wanted more of Mike's cock. I placed both my hands on the tiled wall for support as he ground into me. His balls pounding against my swollen clitoris. My boobs swayed and bounced as the relentless rutting continued unabated.
No wonder I lusted after younger men and women. Apart from their tight bodies, I must have craved their endless stamina. I began to pant and grunt when Mike struck me harshly on the rump. I pushed my hips back against him, quickening the rhythm.
Donna had switched from picture to video as the couple noticed her and the camera in her hand. "Don't mind me," she cooed sarcastically. "Keep going, this will make a wonderful gift for our coworkers, don't you think so Boss?"
I stopped in my tracks; this was not something that I had bargained for. Suddenly I was self-conscious and inhibited again, my face and neck reddening.
"Awwww, look at your face Boss, you are so cute when you blush. I love how your skin gets red down to your massive saggy tits." I made sure to get a close up of her face while I degraded her. She stopped the recording and stepped closer to her. "Don't worry Helen, this is only a little insurance. I've seduced other authority figures and sometimes they regret sleeping with the help. I promise, no one will see this, except the three of us, unless you try to fire me."
Donna bent over, licked Helen’s ear, and whispered: "Don't worry boss, I won't take advantage of you at work, too often." Then Donna bent down and bit her left nipple, stretching her tit it out with her teeth. Mike, ignored Donna’s shenanigans and kept fucking. Donna reached down and rubbed Helen’s clit. "Now cum for me, you sexy bitch. Cum on my husband's cock while I rub your clit."
Any misgivings that I had vanished when Donna started to frig my clit. I opened my mouth and let out a roar of sexual desire. She had latched onto one of my puffed up nipples and was biting and sucking on it. I had turned away from the wall and was resting most of my weight, on her surprisingly strong shoulders.
Mike continued to thrust into my slick snatch. One of his hands held my hip for balance, the other continued to strike my left buttock. I raised Donna's head from my tit and kissed her, my tongue dancing with hers.
"Your husband is fucking me to death," I cried out when I finally came up for air. And then it happened. I slumped forward and bit into Donna's shoulder as I came with a ferocity that I had not experienced before.
Astonished I looked down to see white, thick fluid gushing from my pussy. I had read about squirting but believed it was a fantasy. My legs lost all strength and collapsed into Donna. Our breasts crushed together. Meanwhile, Mike withdrew from me and moved next to his wife and I. He stroked his pulsating shaft. His eyes glazed over as if he was in a trance. Then with a resounding grunt, he exploded, great ropes of cum splashing against us.
Donna felt Mike’s cum hitting her body, something he knew was against the rules. She glared at him and couldn't believe the defiance in his eyes. She would have to put him in his place, later. For now, Helen needed her.
"Slave, go clean up in the guest bathroom, then bring Helen and I a snack in my bedroom. She will share my bed tonight. You can sleep in your cage. Tomorrow, I’ll punish you for soiling me with your boy juice." Donna helped Helen to her feet and stepped into the shower with her as Mike left. Helen was in a daze, so Donna poured some scented shampoo onto her hair and worked it into a lather while supporting the older woman.
I had never felt more exhausted. In the shower, with Donna, I either propped myself up against the wall or leaned against her for support. She was not the strong, dominant woman I had submitted to. She was now tender and loving. Exactly what I needed. She delicately washed my hair, taking time to massage my scalp with extraordinary gentleness. Every inch of my body was then subjected to a thorough soaping, scrubbing, and rinsing.
There was nothing sexual about the way she cleansed me. Yet it was more intimate than the debauchery that had proceeded it. Donna wrapped me in a white, fluffy bathrobe and led me to her bedroom. Within minutes of my head hitting the pillow, I was fast asleep. This was a deep, dreamless reverie that I had not experienced for decades. LAck of intimacy and stress from work had made sleeping an exercise in futility. Prescription tablets had become a trusted companion. Although they never gave me the rest I craved and I would awaken unrefreshed.
I woke up feeling well-rested and energized for the first time in years. I languidly stretched, feeling an annoying itch in my brain telling me something wasn’t right. At first, I wrote it off to the vivid sex dream I experienced last night. Then, when I glanced at the clock at my bedside, I realized two things. I had slept for almost twelve hours straight. More importantly, I was not in my bedroom or in my home. I bolted upright! I refused to believe that the dream had been real. There was no way that I was on my secretary's bed!
The events of the previous evening replayed in my head. I allowed myself to succumb to the seductress that was my secretary. Done things that a well-bred woman of my years and standing should never even contemplate. I had mixed feelings of embarrassment and pride from the way I allowed them to control me.
I was alone, Donna and Mike nowhere to be seen. I got out of bed and heard a low moan from the kitchen. As I padded nude down the hall my nose filled with the wonderful smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. I rounded the corner and saw Mike naked and tied to the table. His body covered with large green leaves. On those leaves were an assortment of fruits and pastries. Around him on the table were platters of steaming scrambled eggs, perfectly cooked bacon, toast, hash browns, juice, and coffee.
Donna was serving herself from the breakfast Nyotaimori that was her husband. When she saw Helen, she put her plate down and walked over to her. Kissing the older woman, she said, "Well good morning sleepy head." Taking her hand, she led her to the bizarre buffet. Donna handed Helen a plate. "Help yourself to anything you're craving. I’ll bet you're famished."
Donna took some bacon and a cherry turnover. She sat down near Mike's head and began eating. Occasionally she dropped a piece of food into his waiting mouth. Donna was the only one dressed, wearing a short, silk, Asian robe that showed off her long, firm, tanned, silky, legs. It was loosely tied, offering a very attractive view of her cleavage. Especially when she leaned over and offered Mike food like a mother bird to her chicks.
Mike tried desperately to move his head and suck on an exposed tit. He’d miss and moan in frustration. Donna took a bite of her bacon and looked Helen in the eyes, waiting for her to join them or ask for her clothes. Either way, Donna knew that Helen would beg her to take control again.
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