The Boss's Slut - S01 E52

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

"Sorry, ladies, these came flying over the seat so suddenly I couldn't tell whose was whose." He had a playful smile on his face. I stepped up to him, took my dress and gave him a kiss on the mouth, which seemed to surprise him.

Deborah watched me and sighed before doing the same. When she broke the kiss, she looked up at him, "I trust we can rely on your discretion about this?"

He assured us we could and he hoped to have the opportunity to serve us in the future. I was sure he was hopeful. At that moment, Mr. Woodburn stepped forward handing Deborah's bra to her, causing her to blush a whole new shade of red, and the driver his tip, a substantial one we found out later to guarantee his discretion.

I was up early. I was able to sneak out of the bed without disturbing them only because Deborah was put in the middle as he and I continued to focus on her and bringing her to a couple more orgasms before he fucked me for our release.

I was in the kitchen with coffee made and putting out an assortment of pastries. I was about to take my coffee out onto the patio when arms wrapped around my naked body. I placed my hands on the arms and pressed them tightly into me.

"Good morning, lover." It came out of my mouth before I knew it. I turned around, "Sorry..."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, "Thank you!" She pulled back just enough to look at my body. I was completely naked and barefoot, my hair surely still sleep-messed. She was wearing a light robe tied at the waist that went to mid- thigh. "I was hoping this would happen." She hugged me and spoke into my neck, "It's a rare thing that a person's two best friends are also people you can call lovers. I know you are a slut for Charles and I hope you always will be. And, I hope you'll always be my best friend."

"Your best friend? I..."

She kissed me. "Best friend. You are someone I can share anything, everything with..., she giggled, "even Charles and the dogs.

Mr. Woodburn found us on the patio sipping coffee and gazing over the backyard. He also had a robe on when he pulled up another chair and joined us with his mug.

He studied me. "When Deborah released you from being her slut, I thought that meant you didn't have to be naked here."

Deborah jumped in, "She's a slut, Charles. She can't help herself. Even if it makes her a little uncomfortable, she likes to be seen. She knows she doesn't NEED to be naked, but I for one enjoy it very much." She reached out and took my hand, squeezing it.

It was later in the morning after we had eaten breakfast and cleaned up but still dressed as we had been.

Mr. Woodburn had been looking at us expectantly. Finally, "You're not sending me away to play golf this morning?"

She laughed, "You can go play golf if you want, but your slut had something else in mind." He looked at me and I saw his robe begin to tent as his mind considered what my mind might be considering. I didn't offer anything, so she continued, "You've made sure she has had a lot of anal lately, especially at that convention. I blushed. She and I had spent hours intimately as I shared details of what I had experienced. "And, you know how she enjoys the dogs. Also, at the convention." She turned to her husband, "You were lucking she could walk properly for the trip back." She smiled at me. "Anyway, she thought it would be fun to combine the two."

His face took on an expression of shock. "Mounted anally?"

"Yes, and we might need your strength with the dogs if something goes wrong." I blushed and his look of shock remained, if not Intensified.

Just then, right on schedule actually, the front door chimed. We might have been able to hear it only because Deborah and I were expecting it.

"Ahhh... that must be Tina's friend." The look of shock was clear on Mr. Woodburn's face and he was clearly about to protest with authority, but his wife stopped him. "Relax, Charles. Tina has spent personal time with this woman and she thought it would be fun to share this experience with her."

"No, wait." He glared at me, "You invited a strange woman into our home to witness dog sex? My home ... without talking to me?"

"Charles, shush." Deborah took my hand and led me back into the house. "Besides, Charles, she is not a strange woman."

A few moments later, he could hear the sound of shoes on the patio pavers and the two women he had been sharing the morning with were both barefoot. He stood, cinched the robe's belt tighter, and turned around. I thought the image was going to knock him backward.

"Mary... what... you're Tina's.." After a moment to recover, "What are you three up to? Somebody talk."

Deborah handled explaining everything to him. She explained that during some intimate moments I had confided in Mary about canine sex without divulging where I had done it. Mary was so taken by the obscenely erotic nature of the act she pestered me every chance she had to be able to witness it. When we began planning this activity, I confided in Deborah without pressure and she took it from there and was the one who actually invited his fernale Director, Mary Borden.

Mary had her arm around my waist as we waited for the outcome, having all our confidence in Deborah's ability in handling the man in her power space.

After he seemed appeased, Mary spoke up. She kept her arm around me and I felt her hand moving up and down my bare side, occasionally sliding over the side of my breast and down to my hip. I had the distinct feeling of being protected by her and I suppose she might have had the same feeling as she finally spoke to him. She was nearly his equal in the business world and I felt a strength and control I hadn't fully appreciated before

"Are we okay, Charles. It isn't your slut's fault, I pressured her and I manipulated her at her weakest moments. She winked at me, then winked at him, "I know you know which moments those are. Her orgasms are delicious to behold, aren't they?"

I decided it was now or never. I turned and walked into the yard. headed directly for the kennels with a tube of lubricant in my hand.