“Would you like me to wait outside ma’am?” I asked as I opened to door for her. This was the first time she had taken me to buy lingerie. Generally she would always go to the same high end fashion stores to pick out whatever she wanted. The distinction between lingerie store and fashion boutique is a lot smaller than you initially realize, at least when it came to her taste. Whatever color, pattern, and overall style she chose it was always tight and always revealing. She would exit the dressing room, already aware of how amazing she looked but would ask me anyway. She would twirl in front of me, showing off every part of her body. She let me take it all in as if she were feeding off my desire. She would giggle playfully and then re-enter the dressing room to play this game over and over again. With our new trip to the lingerie store, I was beginning to think she liked teasing me.
She looked at me confused. “If you wait outside who the hell is going carry my stuff?”
“Well I just thought. You know. Privacy and what not.” I was blushing visibly, stammering over my words.
Clara laughed. “Oh my god! Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed! Everyone has sex sweetie. Now come along!” she beckoned me to follow her with a curve of her finger. She always seemed to have a way to make me more and more embarrassed. I collected myself and prepared for whatever may happen.
The inside was as stunning as I already knew it would be. The walls were lined with every color and style you would imagine. Clara, used to this type of spectacle, walked through and began to methodically sort through merchandise that could easily pay off all my remaining loans. Our trek took us through the entire length of the store and for the first time I was amazed to find that we might possibly leave without purchasing something. Clara was completely focused on the task at hand, at odds with her usually verbal and demanding self. She would pick something up and shake her head. Sometimes she would turn and ask for my opinion, a useless task as my answer was always enthusiastically in the affirmative. What the hell did I know about fashion? I already knew Clara would look great in anything in the store she decided to try on. But to her, finding the perfect set seemed paramount.
“Is there any way I can help miss?”
“What? Sorry I’m focusing.”
“Is there any way I can help? Maybe if you tell me what you’re looking for I can help you.”
Clara looked at me defensively. I gulped. It was a looked she gave when she thought I was asking too many questions. She held the look for another moment and then spoke. “No it’s alright. Just tell me if there’s anything that catches your eye. Something that you like.” She turned away quickly like she was hiding something. I could’ve sworn I saw her blush, but whatever she was hiding in her face was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.
“May I ask what the occasion is?”
“There isn’t one. I’m buying it for someone else.”
“Who ma’am? I’m sorry but I can’t be much help unless you’re a little more specific.”
“It’s for a friend. Yeah! I’m buying it for a friend!” she said, busying herself with a new found intensity amongst the sets of lingerie. She was speaking faster now and seemed frantic.
“Ma’am is everything okay?”
“How about you just stop asking so many damn questions and help me!” Clara snapped. “Am I paying you to ask questions or help me?” she turned around and gave me the same look that instilled in me equal parts fear and arousal. “Let me make something clear. You work for me. I got where I am today by working hard and keeping my head down. If a loser like you can’t follow suit then I can easily find a replacement.”
Her words hurt, biting at me venomously. Whatever the occasion was, I didn’t want to know about it. As we continued on I fumed, barely able to maintain my composure. Who the hell was she to judge what I’ve done? She got lucky with some terrible startup company and thought she own everyone. I resolved that at the end of the day I would put in my two weeks. I was fed up with being treated like a second class citizen. The pay was good, but nothing was worth working for this bitch.
Chapter Two
Clara eventually settled on tight black teddy, disappearing into the changing room to try it on. She had calmed down by this point and was back to her usual cheery self. My arousal had grown stronger by this point, something that I was ashamed to admit due to my new found dislike for her. I heard her call from the dressing room.
“Hey come in here and tell me how this looks!”
“I’m sure it looks fine.” I said with was much professional formality that I could muster. It took every last inch of will power to maintain my pride and not enter that room.
“Can you please come in here?” she said, her tone more inpatient.
I knew I wasn’t getting out of this one and so I pushed open the pink curtains and entered. I was taken aback a second by what I saw. I knew she would look good but I never imagined to what degree. The teddy was little more than a tight black leotard, splitting down the middle of her chest to show off her amazing chest. Her breasts were practically bursting out of the teddy, her ass firmly held up by a small thong that acted as the back. The curved of her hips were now visible, a perfect hourglass figure. Her hips curved outward, in stark contrast to her small waist. My mouth was suddenly very dry and my dick was suddenly very erect. I almost got over how angry I was at her.
She could tell how I felt about how she looked without asking, smiling playfully as my reaction. I regained my composure and coldly told her that I thought it looked fine. Her smile turned into a frown, but not one of anger but concern.
“Just fine? Well what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing ma’am. I think it looks stunning and is definitely a worthwhile purchase.” I said as methodically as I could. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction anymore of admitting to how attracted I was. I expected her to snap and fire me on the spot. She knew exactly what I was doing and I already knew how she was going to react.
To my surprise she just looked down, crestfallen. For the first time, I thought I actually saw real, genuine sadness. “You can go.” she said quietly.
The ride home was an uncomfortably quiet affair. This silence continued through dinner. For the first time I was able to complete my chores without as much as a peep from her. Diner came and went. Despite Clara’s vulnerable state I still wasn’t going to stand for being treated like an inferior. I walked around her massive home and finally found her sitting in one of her many lounges, a room designed for guest she never had over.
I entered the room and began to speak, but was interrupted by Clara. “Before you say anything, I just wanted to say that I am sorry for what I said earlier. You’re a good man and a better servicemen than I’ve ever had.” She was facing away from me. I was shocked that she had actually apologized to me. She was in a nightgown that was longer and thicker than her usual attire. She turned around to face me. I was confused by her facial expression. Was that nervousness I saw?
“It’s perfectly okay ma’am, I understand.” I said, trying to maintain a warm but still professional attitude.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, my name is Clara. And stop being so formal!” she snapped.
I laughed despite myself. Clara did too. Despite the change in mood I was still on guard. What was she planning?
“To answer your question from earlier,” Clara said in a notably tense tone, “the teddy wasn’t for a friend. But you already knew that. It was for me and you get one guess as to who I was intending to wear it for.” Before I could respond she slipped her nightgown off the reveal the black teddy underneath. She looked down at the floor, embarrassed. “I uh. I hope you enjoy it.”
“Ma’am – Clara, I’m a little confused.”
Clara stepped towards me, still refusing to make eye contact. “Please don’t make me spell it out for you. Please. Being this compromised is already too much for me.” We both understood what she meant.
I approached her and tilted her head upwards with my chin. “You don’t have t
o tell me miss, but you’re definitely going to have to show me.” She smiled playfully. I traced a finger down the length of her neck and she moaned excitedly. I moved past her chest and in between her breasts. Her gasps became shorter and more excited. Suddenly she swatted my hand away.
“Be patient you!” she said, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom.
We stood in the middle of her bedroom, my arms wrapped around her waist. She was facing away from me, her fat round ass rubbing up against my cock. Precum had already left a stain that was visible through the pants I was wearing. She turned around and pushed me onto the bed. Leaning down, she unbuttoned my pants and gasped in surprised when she took out my cock.
“Is something wrong?”
“No it’s just uh. Bigger than I thought it was going to bed. A lot bigger.” She looked worried.
I brushed my hand gently against her face. “It’s alright, just take your time.” She began by sucking on the tip cautiously, slightly afraid to take the rest of my cock in her mouth. I stood over her and pushed my hand against the back of her head. She slid the first few inches into her mouth, making loud splurging and choking noises as she did. She looked up at me with those same innocent doe-eyed stare she always did when she wanted something. I moaned softly. “Good girl.” I said as she took more and more of my cock. My praise seemed to be driving her onwards. I withdrew my cock from her mouth and she looked at me, pouting at being denied further enjoyment.
Chapter Three
I lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. Pulling her panties off, I was shocked to find how wet she was. She was dripping all over the bed and I couldn’t help but run an investigative finger along the outside. She immediately gasps with pleasure and arched her back involuntarily. Pressing by cock against her pussy lips, I could easily tell how sensitive she had become from neglect. She was gasping in anticipation now, a look of pure lust and desire on her face. I spread her open and pushed the tip gently inside of her.
She immediately let out a scream and squirted all over my cock. I pulled out, assuming she had gotten a little too worked up, only to have her lock her legs around my waist. She moaned demandingly, too far gone for words.
I slid myself inside of her as she twitched underneath me, gripping the sheets in an effort to stabilize herself. My thrusts began slowly, letting her adjust to both the size and sensations that she had neglected to far too long. Her moans had turned to loud pants as I began thrusting more and more vigorously inside of her. Her squirting was making a bigger and bigger mess on my cock, already dripping from the juices that came gushing out of her.
The sensation of being inside her was almost indescribable. She was tight and I could feel her wrapping tightly against my cock. As my thrusts became deeper and more aggressive, I could feel her insides tensing and stretching, an attempt to accommodate the massive size that was ramming itself against her body.
My breath was becoming more labored now. Her breasts bounced freely up and down to the rhythms of my thrusts, her perfectly brown nipples perking up from the excitement. I lowered myself down and began suckling on her nipples. I started slow, alternating between light sucking and rotating my tongue around her nipples. I took more of her into my mouth, nibbling lightly. This caused even more excited in her and she pressed both her hands against my chest. I began to thrust as hard as I could; completely lost with her in the pleasure we were both able to share. I alternated back and between her breasts, ensuring that neither felt too neglected for very long.
I looked up to see that Clara’s tongue was out and her eyes were rolling back in her head. She could barely speak but she did manage to stammer out at least two words.
“Cum…mouth…please, need”
I slid myself out of her, her remaining juices gushing out of her. She immediately got on her knees expectantly and opened her mouth. She moved her hands back and forth on my cock, eager to finally taste my cum. Growing inpatient, she wrapped her mouth around my cock and began suck. Her desperation became increasingly apparent as she sucked more and more vigorously. Eventually she lowered herself all the way down to the shaft and the sensation was enough for me to cum. I pushed my hand against the back of her head and felt my cum shoot down her throat, her neck contracting as she swallowed every last drop of my cum. She lifted herself off my cum and spat out a thank you as my cum dribbled out of her mouth. We both collapsed on top of the bed, exhausted.
I awoke the next morning to see that Clara had already gotten out of bed. Rain nor shine nor a heavy night of passionate sex would ever interfere with her punctuality. I stretched lazily and got out of bed, getting into the clothes I had worn the night before. I strode out into the kitchen to see Clara standing there in her usual silk gown. She was drinking coffee at the dining room table. She gestured for me to sit down next to her.
She was silent for a moment before speaking. Her had a serious look on her face that made me grow with concern.
“I have some good news and some bad news. The bad news is that you’re fired. I don’t want you working as my butler anymore.
I felt myself sink, angry and disappointed with myself. Of course she was just going to use me as her plaything before getting rid of me. My temptation had gotten the better of me and I immediately regretted my decision to not quit before she could get the upper hand.
I turned to face her, my face contorted with rage.
“Jesus, at least let me finish before you explode!” she was smiling now. “You’re fired as my butler because I’m hiring you full time as a live in assistant. Or consultant. I can’t exactly remember what I put on the documents. Either way, I’ve increased your pay accordingly and your new duties start today. Any objections?”
I was stunned, in disbelief about what was happening. Clara could see the shock in my face and waited patiently for me to respond. “As I understand it, I’ve been given a promotion of sorts. I’m still a little confused though. What exactly would be my duties as your assistant? I don’t have any tech or business experience and I’m almost positive you sold all your stakes in the company anyway? What exactly are you consulting me about?”
Clara laughed and strode over to the kitchen counter, bend herself over it to reveal an already dripping pussy. She smiled at coyly, aroused by the transfixed look I assumed I had. “I think you and I both know what your duties are going to be. And the start today, effective immediately. What are you waiting for? Get to it.”
Chapter One
“Chris? Boss says she’s going to need you to stay late tonight. And she also needs Mrs. Davis’ file on her desk by lunch.”, informed Chelsea, before glancing at her phone and leaving to her desk. Chris sighed. He stopped working for a second, and closed his eyes, rubbing them with his hands, before opening them and resuming his activities.
It was the first time he had been asked to stay late, but he had already arranged plans for that night. It was Friday, and, for a change, he wanted to leave early and meet with some of his childhood friends to drink a few beers and watch a basketball game on TV. The Cavaliers were playing that night, and he wouldn’t miss Lebron’s dunks for the world. Except, maybe for work.
“I’ll just have to cancel”, thought Chris. He let out a breath and quickly sent a text to the group chat, explaining himself, and without waiting for to replies, got back to his work.
At 25, Chris started working soon after graduating from law school for one of the best firms in the city, and had been there for only three months. His whole family was proud of him for landing such a great job, but he knew it was just the beginning of what he hoped was a long career, so it wouldn’t be unusual to be called in to prep a case or do some overnight research. He just didn’t expect it to happen that day. His phone vibrated on his desk. He grabbed it and unlocked it. Some of his friends had already replied and called him out on missing the game, making him promise that next time, all rounds were on him. Smiling to himself, he put the phone down, checking if no one had seen him. Everybody was busy, minding their
own business. He grabbed a file from the drawer and placed it in front of him.
“So, Mrs. Davis, let’s see what we got here…”
Just before his lunch break, Chris had already finished going through the file, ready to take it to Jessica, his boss. She was one of the most accomplished lawyers in town, starting a firm from scratch and developing its reputation for over 15 years. She had personally interviewed Chris and selected him from a pile of Harvard, Suma Cum Laude graduates. He wondered how that happened, exactly, but he wasn’t complaining or asking. He was determined to prove his worth, no matter the cost.
Jessica was about to turn 40, and never looked better. Even though her work day was long and stressful, she never missed an opportunity to hit the gym; whether that meant waking up a 4 a.m. to claim a spot in the spinning class, or leaving her office at 10 p.m. to assure getting at least one hour of cardio for the day. Along with that, she also kept excellent eating habits, that maintained her as a tall, slender woman, with soft and slightly tanned skin. Her lovely green eyes would stop anyone dead in their tracks just for a last glimpse of them, and- rumor had it- usually helped her win a case, when she needed something other than her excellent debate skills to help her win over a jury. Nobody ever knew what she liked to do for fun (or if she ever had any fun at all, taking into consideration her long work hours), nor did anyone know much about her love life. It was rumored once that she was engaged to be married a long time ago, but that she called it off, and then just remained single. That last part seemed highly unlikely, as a woman of her looks and brain would most definitely have at least ten admirers that would kill for her.
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