Submitting to Her (22 page)

"I want to believe it, Zoey," Ms Jenkinson
said, gazing at my vice president as though the two of them were
the only ones in the room.

I had no idea what was going on. I realize
I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but it was as though there
was some deeper conversation going on telepathically between these
two razor-sharp women, and I simply did not have the super powers
to engage.

But were our jobs saved? Ms Jenkinson's
softer tone did lead one to suspect that they might be.
Nevertheless, Zoey's face was not filled with relief in the way
that might confirm that the worst was over. She seemed pale, yet
there was also a slight pink flush in her face.

Then Zoey looked at me and said: "Take off
your clothes, Jones."

I gasped, and at first, thought I'd misheard.
Zoey turned to give me a stern glare, her arms folded, exuding
authority. I glanced over to Ms Jenkinson, who offered only a half
smile, and a slight nod to suggest her consent, but gave the
impression under the surface of being quietly pleased that I had
looked to her for confirmation, that I recognized her ultimate
authority in this room, in the corporation.

Was this a test? Zoey showing her boss the
level of control she had over me?

I had no choice, of course, and let's face
it: it wouldn't be anything our CEO hadn't seen already,
considering her recent intrusion into our coupling. I had a mild
sense of deja vu as I began unbuttoning my shirt, recalling the
first time in Zoey's office, trying to save my own job. Well, this
time it was both of our employments on the line. And my sense of
humility was somewhat different, after what I'd been through since
that first time I'd stripped down within this building.

It was suddenly so very cold in there, I was
struggling to breathe as my nerves returned with a vengeance.

Oh God - the first time I'd really been in
the presence of the chief executive, in the hallowed ground of her
office, and I was having to strip naked. Despite our previous
exposure, pulling off my shirt, and then unfastening my pants, I
felt a flush of humiliation wash over me. I had to remember that at
any point, at a moment's notice, this attractive 40-something
blonde in her power suit could probably fire us, and leave our
careers in tatters.

My underwear dropped to the floor, leaving my
semi-erect cock bobbing slightly in the conditioned air, and I felt
as though I was living an old childhood dream of diving into a
public swimming pool only to find I hadn't brought my trunks. The
huge office seemed distressingly vulnerable with its
floor-to-ceiling windows, although relatively high up, there
weren't any obvious windows in buildings nearby that might be able
to see inside.

"Very good," Ms Jenkinson said, and leaned
forward to get a better view of my nudity.

Zoey stood up, and ordered me down on the
floor with a single sharp: "Down."

I dropped to my knees, trying to conceal any
sign of shivering, though there was nothing I could do about the
goose bumps.

"Try him," Zoey said. "I can handle it."

Why did I start feeling like some kind of
peace offering?

Ms Jenkinson gazed at me, and I felt her
steely eyes brutally penetrate me. After what seemed like an age,
she gave a simple nod, then rose from her chair.

"Very well," she said, stepping around the
desk toward me.

Zoey stepped back, but from my position I
couldn't easily turn to look at her, gauge her expression - and
feeling the importance of being obedient just then, I wasn't going
to move so that I could see her.

The blonde woman circled me, examining me. I
felt like a piece of meat, a prize bull on show.

"I can see why you like him, Zoey," she
said.

Then she stopped in front of me, stooped,
reached to cup my genitals. I felt my cock throbbing at her cool
touch. Jesus - was Zoey just going to let her boss maul me? How far
was this peace offering to go?

"I think he likes it when I touch him," Ms
Jenkinson said.

I couldn't help it. The way she stooped so
close to me, the top few buttons of her shirt undone, the material
parted to reveal a glimpse of her small but noticeable cleavage. I
could also detect her perfume, and a feminine scent had always been
one of my biggest turn-ons. She was seriously attractive, despite
having a good 10 to 15 years' seniority to me. She had those crisp,
elegant good looks that along with her straw-yellow hair parted at
the side and tied back in a loose ponytail, meant Amy Jenkinson
could have just about passed for a cheerleader.

She appeared to have a cruel streak as far as
Zoey was concerned, or else she was testing her vice president,
pushing her to see how far this would go. She now gently pumped my
hardness, and said: "I like touching him, too."

I wanted to turn to Zoey, see what she wanted
me to do, read her expression for any kind of clues - but I
couldn't. I was frozen to the spot. Was my beautiful Zoey angry
with me for responding to this woman so visibly? My cock was
obscenely hard in her soft yet strong hands.

"Lie down," the blonde ordered, and I did as
I was told, spreading myself out on the carpet before these two
women.

I did snatch a glance at Zoey, but the pretty
brunette offered only a neutral, impassive look that told me
nothing.

Now our chief executive stepped over my
chest, then crouched, so that I could see she was wearing
thigh-high stockings, not pantyhose, and then she kept on moving so
her knees were either side of my head, one hand lifting her skirt
to reveal a pair of black satin thongs just about covering her
pussy.

Jesus.

"Will you be a willing servant for me as
well?" she asked me, only it didn't seem to be much of a
question.

I felt her other hand now encircle my head,
and she was pulling my face up to her, pressing me to her flesh. I
could feel intense heat through the soft satin material, smell the
strong scent of her arousal along with her elegant perfume.

Ms Jenkinson let out a low moan as she felt
the heat of my mouth through her panties.

"You like it?" she asked me. "You like my
scent?"

"Yes, Ms Jenkinson," I replied, and she
pressed me to her panties again, pressing my nose to the damp
material to inhale her spicy aroma.

I couldn't help but suspect that Zoey had
learned more than just business from this woman. Even from her
movements, the way she handled me, I caught the impression that Amy
Jenkinson was the one I could thank for some of the thrilling
experiences with her former intern.

Ms Jenkinson pulled my head away from her,
and now stood once again, looking over at Zoey, trying to read
her.

"You're sure about this, Zoey?" she said.

The pretty brunette walked over to us, and
now knelt beside me, beside her boss. She gazed up at the blonde
woman with what appeared to be reverence and deference. "I'm sure,"
she said. "You can see I'm not hung up on him."

Zoey now reached up under Ms Jenkinson's
skirt, and I caught my breath as she now slipped the woman's
panties down over her thighs, and helped her to step out of
them.

Then our CEO was returning to her position
over my face, and as her bare pussy now touched down on my lips, I
could see that Zoey was holding up her boss's panties to inhale her
scent, perhaps demonstrating her own submission to the top dog,
perhaps seeking a clue as to how I was feeling with the attractive
blonde now nestling her pussy over my mouth and nose. Or perhaps, I
wondered, even remembering a previous encounter with our company
chief.

Ms Jenkinson tasted different than my Zoey -
a little saltier, a little sharper. She had a soft sprinkling of
hair all around her pussy, though her bikini line was tidy, and it
tickled my face a little as she rubbed herself over me. All this
felt so wrong - but who was I to object? This attractive woman was
our CEO, no less, and I was only following Zoey's orders.

Nibbling on her pussy lips, delving my tongue
inside her folds, I worked every little trick I'd learned in the
service of my vice president. I couldn't see Zoey - the blonde
woman filled my sight, hogged my focus.

At last, our chief was picking herself up
again, sitting back against the edge of her desk, and I wasn't sure
what was happening. Had I performed well enough? Would this save
our jobs? I just lay there in confusion as Ms Jenkinson stepped
back, leaned up on the edge of her desk, and Zoey was now kneeling
in front of her. What was she…

Oh, my.

"You too," our chief said to me, and Zoey was
making way for me to join her between the blonde woman's
thighs.

It wasn't the easiest thing to perform,
though after a few moments we found a position whereby one or other
of us licked and sucked towards the bottom of Ms Jenkinson's pussy,
with the other sucking on her clit, our faces positioned almost as
though we were kissing each other between the blonde woman's nether
regions, except that we tilted our heads a little sideways to pair
up on our CEO's pussy,

It was hot to see my Zoey worshipping her
boss as I usually worshipped her. So sensual, so soft and graceful
- I felt there were lessons I could learn. But there was something
about it that did slightly unsettle me. As we continued to service
our chief, Zoey having to hold back her hair to keep it out of the
way, I was getting the idea that what Zoey was trying to prove to
her chief executive was that although she was having fun with me
outside office hours, I did not mean everything to her.

That hurt, although I knew it was still early
days in our relationship.

There was jealousy inside me, I realized,
feeling a touch pathetic about it. Somehow, the sense that I meant
nothing to her felt worse to me than even when she'd been with
Brandon. At least with him, I had the sense that she didn't love
him. She'd dated him for a long while, and saw him as nothing more
than a physical lump on which she could get herself off, only to
enjoy an orgasm if I happened to be watching.

With the elegantly sweet Ms Jenkinson, even
trying to affect a neutral expression, it appeared to me that Zoey
was somewhat enamored.

Her hands on both our heads, Ms Jenkinson was
getting really wet from having us wrestling each other's tongues
via her pussy. I tried smiling at Zoey, as if to gauge whether she
was really okay, but she remained in a neutral expression.

Was she all right?

Ms Jenkinson gently patted our heads to end
our combined cunnilingus, and told me to lie down on the floor
again.

Then as she told Zoey to hold my cock up for
her to ride on, I did hear a little gasp from my head of
department.

Ms Jenkinson smiled, as though this had
always been her number one goal, to find the point at which she
could genuinely test the devotion of Zoey Schoenberg.

Perhaps there was a limit. Perhaps there
would come a moment where it all proved too much for my
cocoa-haired goddess. But I didn't have the luxury of waiting to
find out. I lay down as ordered.

Ms Jenkinson now paced around us as Zoey
knelt next to my right hip and started slowly pumping my cock
again, ensuring I was fully hard. The chief really was an
incredible sight, and must have virtually lived in the gym, looking
nothing like how I would imagine a 40-something might appear.

Zoey held up my cock, as though inviting the
CEO to try it.

And our CEO straddled my hips, her knees
either side of my waist as she lowered her behind towards my lap,
looking back to watch as Zoey now manhandled my erection, rubbing
the tip over Ms Jenkinson's hot flesh.

Was she really going to push my manhood
inside another woman's pussy?

"Mmm..." Ms Jenkinson purred for a few
moments as Zoey caressed her boss's velvet buttocks and slippery
pussy with my cock. Then she looked at her employee and said to
her: "Top drawer, Zoey. There's a good girl."

Zoey nodded, and hopped up to scamper over to
the desk drawer to which Ms Jenkinson referred. While we waited, my
blonde conqueror pressed her hot pussy down against my shaft,
sitting on it, pressing it up against her pussy lips and mound.

I saw Zoey return to us, but wasn't sure what
she was doing until I felt Ms Jenkinson lift up from my hardness,
and Zoey's hands pull it up towards her before enveloping me in her
mouth.

Oh, God, she was rolling a condom down my
cock. Preparing me to be fucked by her boss.

Ms Jenkinson gazed down at me with those big
blue eyes, and I thought, are you really going to do this? Are you
really going to order your devoted disciple to present her man's
own cock for you to take inside you?

Now I felt Zoey's fingers curling around the
base of my cock, and she was pressing my sheathed tip up to Ms
Jenkinson's smoldering pussy once again - but this time, she was
stroking it around her boss's inner pussy lips, and then stuffing
me inside her CEO's tight vagina to be engulfed by her intense
heat.

There was a twinkle in Ms Jenkinson's eye as
she now sat back, feeling my hardness filling her up and stretching
her flesh around me.

"Oh, that's good," our leader cooed, rising
up before once again impaling herself on my shaft.

Zoey just watched, blank-faced, as her boss
fucked me to within an inch of my life.

"Are you okay? Zoey?"

Afterwards, outside Ms Jenkinson's office,
suitably dressed up again ready for the working day, I stopped my
head of department, needing to know things were okay between us. I
wanted to hug her, to kiss her, to make sure she was truly all
right, not hiding things to maintain an outward appearance of
leadership.

But she smiled, warmly, seemingly genuinely
happy.