The Boss's Slut - S01 E57

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

I bent to her breasts and sucked on the nipples, then nibbled on then, biting softly and pulling. Mr. Woodburn's hand was stroking furiously inside her panties and she was gasping and moaning louder and louder. I slipped a hand alongside his and sought her clit as he continued to invade his wife's pussy with two or three fingers. My teeth were still pulling on her nipple when she went rigid, her back arching, and her legs shivering as her arms clutched to my head, burying my face in her breast. Neither of us stopped our assault on her throughout her orgasm and she cried out as a second followed immediately on the first, even before it had a chance to subside.

A voice pierced our action, "We'll be at your home in just a couple minutes, sir."

Mr. Woodburn was bent over me as his hand slid out of her panties and he covered his wife's lips with his. I pulled out from between therm, looked out the window to find the car approaching the gate to the driveway. I nudged Mr. Woodburn and pointed ahead. As the car slowed to make the turn, Mr. Woodburn was pressing the remote to open the gate.

The car stopped at the front door and the driver was out and opening the door next to me. I looked up at him as his hand came toward me to assist me out. I looked at Deborah who was watching aghast. I looked down at her wet panties and thought, "At least she still has her panties on.

I took the driver's offered hand and slid along the seat to the door, sure I was leaving a trail of wetness behind me. Naked, I put one high-heeled foot outside, which had the inevitable effect of opening my pussy to his gaze. And, gaze he did. He discretely looked over my body, but not so discretely that it wasn't obvious. He then bent and put his hand into the back for Deborah.

I could hear her inside as she swore softly, then, "Charles! Now, look at what you've done. He's going to see everything."

His chuckle came out, "Yes, he will. But, two of the most beautiful women he's lucky enough to see. You wanted more excitement."

I heard her slap his knee but it was clearly playful by the smile on her face as she slid to the door. Putting her high-heeled foot out the door and taking the driver's hand exposed her similarly, except she still had panties on, though the gusset was pushed to one side. I took her hand from the driver's and hugged her, reveling in 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." 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 female 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 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. The others followed, but I suddenly stopped in front of Mary. She

looked at me questioningly. I grabbed her pull-over shirt and started tugging it up her body. She flinched but then relaxed and held her arms in the air for me to take it off. I pressed my body into her and unclasped her bra as we kissed. We broke with her laughing and she pushed her shorts and panties to the ground and followed me, again. The dogs had long since become trained to behave, even when they could pick up the scent of a needy female and I was sure my dripping pussy was giving off that scent. But, I was also sure there were two other pussies were giving off scent, too. I released the dogs who calmly milled around the three females without the frantic attack they would have before.