by C. C. Simone
Finding Delores’ clit was easy because it was so big and Sonja began flicking her tongue over and around the large clit. It was so big that Sonja actually began to suck on it. In response, Delores began moaning and bucking her hips up and down. Sonja knew she had found the perfect spot to help Delores get off.
Sonja’s ass was high in the air and she felt the head of Travis’ cock rubbing her wet pussy. He put his finger in her and got it lubed up with her juices. Then he began to rub her asshole with the finger bathed in Sonja’s juices and his wet dick. He slowly inserted finger into her asshole and it felt so good to Sonja that she began backing up on his finger while she continued to eat Delores’ pussy.
Sonja had never had anal sex but she thought why not? She was really enjoying herself and these folks seemed to be good people.
Concentrating on Delores’ clit, Sonja barely felt it when Travis pushed the head of his hard cock into her ass. He began to gently fuck her and she felt her asshole stretch because of his width.
Sonja moved her face away from Delores’ pussy. She looked over her shoulder at Travis and said, “That feels so damn good!”
Sonja and Travis eventually got into a rhythm and while she made Delores cum hard, Sonja came from being fucked in the ass and from Travis’ fingers playing with her pussy. Travis came in Sonja’s asshole, which felt so forbidden to her because she felt his cum spurting inside her ass.
Eventually they all collapsed into a big, sweaty pile of bodies. They lay there for a few minutes and Sonja asked, “I wonder what time it is?”
Travis got up and looked through the back window of his truck. “It’s 12:30 in the afternoon.”
“You mean we’ve been here that long?” exclaimed Sonja.
“Time flies when you’re having fun, don’t it?” said Delores.
“Yes, it does.” Sonja replied.
“Hey, you know how we cool off out here?” asked Travis. “We jump in the pond!”
And they did. They skinny-dipped for what seemed like hours and Sonja enjoyed herself more than she had in a very long time.
Sonja finally asked Travis to take her home. She actually found herself wishing she could stay longer. When she got home, she showered, changed, clothes, and called Tiffany.
“Where have you been? I’ve been so worried and left messages on your cell phone, your home phone, and even your office phone just in case you called in to check your messages,” said Tiffany. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I really am. I’ve had quite the adventure. I was at Van’s all night and spent some time with a couple of his friends today.”
“Oh, my God! What have you been doing? I figured you and Van would have sex but figured you’d be home either late last night or early this morning. What’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you all about it. But for now, please come get me. I need to come to the office to get a few things done and to get my car.”
“I’m so glad you’re alright. Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes. I want to hear all about your big night. And morning!”
About half an hour later, Tiffany pulled into Sonja’s drive. Sonja must have been watching for her because she immediately came out before Tiffany had time to turn off her car motor.
Sonja seemed relaxed and happy and it kind of took Tiffany off-guard. She couldn’t remember when Sonja had been this relaxed.
Tiffany couldn’t stand it and had to ask, “So how did it go?” Was Van nice? Where did he take you? Did you sleep together? What happened? You look so relaxed.”
Sonja thought for a moment, trying to find the right words to describe her experiences.
“Okay, Tiffany, here’s the short version. After dinner he made me ride in the back seat of his Cadillac, get naked, and masturbate on the way to his house.”
“That’s nuts. Did he help you?”
“No. But hold on, there’s more.”
“How can anything top that?”
“I don’t know but it can. We get to his beautiful house and he makes me walk naked to the sofa. Then he plays with my body and fingers me until I cum. Yet he wouldn’t allow me to take his clothes off or touch his cock. But then he ate my pussy and my asshole.”
“He ate your ass?” Tiffany grinned at Sonja. “How was it?”
It was actually very good and I liked it a lot.”
“What else?”
“He let me sleep overnight in a big towel on the sofa.”
“He never invited you to bed?”
“No. Never took his clothes off, never let me touch him, and made me sleep alone. And get this, when I wake up he has around a dozen friends in the room, just staring at me. Men and women. And he takes the towel away and makes me get dressed in front of them. He wouldn’t even let me find the bathroom to dress.”
“This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, it gets better.”
“How?”
“He asks this very obese young man to take me home in an old beat up pickup truck. Then Van calls him and tells him to have sex with me and I even get on the phone and Van tells me I’m to have sex with this guy who is named Travis.”
“You didn’t?”
“Yes I did. And not only him but also with his very overweight wife.”
“This guy Travis took you to his house?”
“No. We parked near a pond in the woods and did it the back of the truck. Van had called Travis’ wife Delores and asked her to meet us. Seems this is rather routine with Van and his girlfriends.”
“So you’re already his girlfriend after all that?”
“Oh, hell no. That’s what Travis told me and while they may think I’m Van’s girlfriend, only I get to decide that.”
“So how was the sex with the overweight couple?”
“Awesome. Some of the best I ever had.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. And I’ll say this, Tiffany. That had to be one of the most bizarre experiences I or anyone else has ever had.”
“You think you will go out with Van again?”
“You know, I think I’d rather go out with Travis and Delores. But I’ll probably go out with Van one more time just to see what kind of weirdness he comes up with this time. But he kind of scares me.”
“Why?”
“He knows me better than I know myself and we just met.”
“Wow. Why does he know you so well? What happened?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. And maybe one day I will tell you. But for now, just drive. I’m tired and sore.”
“Oh, he must have worked you over really good.”
“In more ways than one, Tiffany. In more ways than one.”
Helping My Boss Obey
(Book 2 in the Obedient Sonja series)
C. C. Simone
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pter 1
“Have you gone out with Van again?” Tiffany asked Sonja. There had been a time when Tiffany and Sonja would have never had a conversation like this but they had grown close over the years. Tiffany was Sonja’s administrative assistant but she had become Sonja’s best friend, too.
“I haven’t heard from him in a week or so,” replied Sonja.
“I wonder why?”
Laughing, Sonja said, “Probably something to do with the way he likes to make all the decision. I guess he’s decided to stay away for a while.”
“I thought you said that you liked it when he makes the decisions.”
“I do, but I’d like to see him a little more often. At least I think I’d like to see him.”
“Maybe you’ll hear from him today. You never know.”
“You’re right. Especially with him, you never really know. Anyway, I’ve got to make a few calls so keep everyone away from me for the next hour or so.”
“Okay. Maybe we can go to lunch later.”
“Sure.”
Sonja had made a couple of important business-related calls when Tiffany called her on the phone.
“Sonja, I hate to interrupt but Van is on the phone.”
“He is? Tell him I’ll call him back.”
“I tried that. He insists he wants to talk to you now and he said he doesn’t care whether he interrupts your work or not.”
“He did? Tell that smug son of a bitch that if he wants to talk to me to give you his damn phone number and I’ll call him back. I’m not going to let him run my business for me.”
“I’ll do it. Sorry for bothering you.”
“That’s okay.”
Sonja made two more calls and then she asked Tiffany to go to lunch. They left their building and walked around the corner to a little bistro and got a table there. After they ordered their lunch, they started talking.
Sonja said, “I cannot believe the nerve of that guy to call and insist he interrupt my business. He’s getting carried away with that control bullshit and he needs to understand there’s a time and place for it but not during working hours.”
“I thought stuff like that was like fantasy and role play.”
“So did I. Hell, so do most people! If he doesn’t know where fantasy ends and reality begins, then he has a serious issue and needs to see a therapist, not me.”
“Oh, shit.” Tiffany’s eyes grew wide.
“What? What is it?”
“He just walked in the door.”
“You’re kidding, right? You must be kidding me.”
Sonja heard a familiar male voice and turned around to see Van standing there. He was neatly dressed in a sports jacket over a white shirt that had the two top buttons undone. His salt and pepper chest hair was showing and both Sonja and Tiffany couldn’t keep their eyes off it.
“Hello, Sonja. Let’s be clear. Again. You upset me. You agreed to do what I said. I wanted to talk to you and you put me off. So I had to come down here to look for you. I went to your office but they said you had gone to lunch with Tiffany. I assume this is Tiffany.” Van gave Tiffany a dismissive look and she glared back at him.
Van continued, “So I’ve gone to several eating establishments around here, searching for you.”
Sonja angrily stared at Van. She paused before she finally spoke. “Fantasy is fantasy. Reality is reality. Don’t confuse them, Van. Don’t interfere with my work. I would have called you back.”
“Oh, I know.”
“Then what is your problem?”
“I don’t have a problem. What I have is a woman who broke her word to me. I make the decisions, remember?”
“Not all the fucking time! Don’t interfere with my damn work!”
“When you two finish your lunch, you must both come with me. Sonja must be punished and I’m thinking Tiffany needs to be punished, too.”
“What did I do?” exclaimed Tiffany.
“You were part of her disobedience. For all I know, you influenced her.”
Sonja interrupted, “No one influenced me, Van. No one.”
“Nevertheless, my decision is for you to come with me and accept your punishment. And bring your friend. She will be punished, too.”
“Hey, I didn’t sign up for this shit,” said Tiffany, who was now more than annoyed.
“Ooh. Fiery. I like it. It means you’re passionate. I could have fun with you.”
“Sonja, this guy is a trip. Let’s get out of here.”
Sonja thought for a minute or two, “Okay Van, we’ll come with you. But we cannot be gone longer than three hours. Deal?”
“No. I never deal,” said Van as he held up his fingers and made quotation marks in the air when he said “deal.”
“Don’t I have a say in this?” asked Tiffany.
Oddly enough, both Van and Sonja answered at the same time. “No.”
All three of them left the bistro and walked a block to Van’s Cadillac parked on the street. He opened the rear door and Sonja got in and slid over to the left. Then Tiffany got in.
Van drove them through town and then down a street that caused Tiffany to tell Sonja, “This is a bad part of town. Lots of strip clubs, pawn shops, and weirdos down here. Lots of shootings. I hope we get out of here okay. New Cadillacs kind of look out of place down here.”
“I’m beginning to think we made a mistake,” muttered Sonja.
Van pulled off the road into the parking lot of a large, one-story building. There were a lot of older model cars, trucks, and motorcycles in the parking lot. Then Sonja saw the pink and purple neon sign flashing the words, “The Wet Pussycat Gentlemen’s Club. Lunch buffet $12.”
Sonja dropped her head and softly said, “Shit!”
Van found a space to park his Cadillac and he walked around to the back door of the car and opened the door. He held his hand out and Tiffany grabbed it and he helped her out of the car. Then he helped Sonja.
“Let’s go inside. I want to show you something.”
They walked to the front entrance and Van waved at the man who operated the door. The man waved back and the door unlocked so the three could go inside.
Sonja looked at Tiffany and said, “I’ve never been to one of these places, have you?”
“Once or twice. But it was nicer than this place.”
As their eyes adjusted to the low-level lighting, Sonja and Tiffany noticed an older stripper trying to dance on a large stage. The woman’s hair was half grey and half red and she had a pot belly with stretch marks that they could see from almost all the way across the room. Her large tits sagged and swayed to and fro as she tried to dance.
Sonja thought, “Poor thing. She must be working hard to try to feed her family. Or she’s an addict.” She felt sorry for the lady.
Van walked up to what appeared to be a manager and they talked for a few minutes. After the older woman left the stage, the manager walked up on stage. A microphone was in his hand and he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got a surprise for you! We’ve got two fine young women who want to audition to be strippers at the Wet Pussycat. Our first young lady is named Tiffany and the second one is named Sonja! Be kind to them and tip big! Now, here’s Tiffany!”
All the blood left Tiffany’s face and she looked at Sonja in horror. She looked around the club and all she saw were rough-looking men and women, bikers, and quite a few people who looked like they had just gotten out of prison.
Tiffany panicked and looked behind her, trying to find a way to escape. But there were big bouncers everywhere she looked. Her legs were shaking as she looked at Sonja and asked, “What do I do? Is this a joke?”
The announcer got back on stage and shouted into the mic, “Everybody give her a big hand. Here’s Tiffany!”
“I’d say you better strip. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Don’t leave me here.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Tiffany’s legs were shaking as she walked toward the stage. The announcer cam
e down the steps and grabbed her hand. He had turned off his mic and he whispered, “Don’t worry, it’s going to be alright. Just have fun up there.” He winked at her and left the stage, leaving Tiffany up there all alone.
The crowd was cheering and encouraging her. Tiffany thought about the fact that very few people had seen her naked and now what appeared to be at least one hundred people were going to see it all. Then she turned bright red in embarrassment when she realized Sonja was also going to see her naked for the first time.
“Come on! Take it off!” someone shouted from the back of the room.
“Yeah, let’s see those tits!” shouted another.
Tiffany couldn’t see any of them because of the bright lights onstage, so she though, “I’ll pretend I’m up here by myself.” As the DJ began to play a song she’d never heard of, she began to dance, writhe, and wiggle, trying to be the best stripper she could be.
As Tiffany slowly got naked on stage, Sonja stared at her with a sense of admiration for Tiffany’s courage and a sense of dread for what she would also have to do.
Van walked up behind Sonja and he began to feel her breasts, lightly stroking her nipples. “I want everyone to see your beautiful nipples,” he said.
Sonja saw Tiffany drop her bra on the floor and she saw how beautiful Tiffany’s breasts were. They were large, firm, and natural. Her brown nipples were very erect and Sonja thought that Van might forget all about her once he got a good look at Tiffany. Sonja wondered whether or not that was a good thing.
“She’s beautiful,” Van whispered in Sonja’s ear. “I’d love to see you two together.”
“Interesting,” thought Sonja. “I’ve always been attracted to Tiffany. Wonder if she feels the same way?”
By now, Tiffany was really getting into the dancing and stripping. Sonja thought that either Tiffany had done some stripping before, at least for a boyfriend, or that she was a natural at it. It did appear she was enjoying herself, especially when Sonja noticed the we spot on the front of Tiffany’s sheer white panties.