I walked out of the ladies’ room twenty minutes later, with my boss’s wife’s lipstick all over my cunt. I needed some fresh air.
The first part of this story can be found here.
The bustling party noises quieted as I made my way outside to the fire escape. I leaned against the cool brick of the building, trying to catch my breath. I smoothed out my red dress as best I could, as I thought about what had just happened. Had I really just eaten out the boss’s wife at the company Christmas party? Had she really returned the favor?
I took long, steadying breaths as my fingers found their way to my pussy again. I was so close. So close… thinking of her sweet red lips and soft pink tongue…
“You know, I was starting to get worried.”
His voice startled me out of my revelry. “Ah… sorry.” My sex-fogged brain couldn’t fathom any more than that.
He leaned next to me, trapping me to the wall between his arms. “Okay, fuck hole. Let me get this straight –” He sounded pissed, and I could feel my pulse begin to quicken. “– First, you dress like a tart for some other guy’s benefit…”
I swallowed hard, suddenly lost in the intensity of his gaze.
“… And then you ditch me. You know, your date. And your owner. You’ve got a lot of nerve, cunt.”
“No, it’s not like that. I just…” I trailed off, coming to hold my wandering fingers in the palm of my other hand.
He looked at me, clearly waiting for some sort of explanation.
“I… She…” I sighed. “Goddammit. I am sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you that long.”
“Didn’t mean to leave me that long,” he repeated with an exaggerated sigh. “What do you think I ought to do with you, now?” He reached out and brushed my nipple; it instantly hardened for him.
The sensation in my breast re-awakened every nerve ending down the center line of my body, and I moaned. I dropped right back to being a trembling, needy little whore. His denied, depraved little whore. “Please, I’m sorry, Sir. Please punish me.” He continued the assault on my breast. “Punish me for being a teasing slut. Punish me for… ditching you.”
He fingered the neckline hem of my dress. “You are a cock tease. And what do teasing little sluts get?”
I could feel my pulse in my throat. “I don’t know, Sir.”
“Teasing little sluts get exposed,” he said, as he pulled the hem down, baring my breasts. “Don’t they?”
I felt my eyes get very round, and I’m sure I stopped breathing entirely. This was still the middle of the company Christmas party, and if anyone were to walk through that door right now… I couldn’t even bear the thought. My hands flew to cover myself.
“Hands down, cunt.” He said, in that voice that decimated my self-will.
Slowly, I lowered my hands. Cool air blew against my naked skin, making my nipples into tiny rocks on my chest. “Please. Please, Sir. Anyone could… please,” I begged.
“Yes, I suppose anyone could, couldn’t they? Anyone could walk out here and see you, exactly like you want to be seen. Isn’t that right?”
I looked at the ground and nodded.
“You dressed specifically so they could see you as a desperate little fuck doll. You dressed explicitly to make their cocks hard.” I could hear the wicked smile in his voice. “Sweet little Ada, always so demure. Always so proper. Anyone could walk out here and see the real you.”
If it was cold outside, I didn’t feel it anymore. I could feel nothing but the crushing heat of the humiliation of exposure. I’m sure the flush of my skin now matched my dress. “Yes, Sir,” I said quietly, almost a whisper.
“Good little cunt.” He tweaked my nipples, making me groan. “Now, as far as ditching me goes, I think I have a way for me to always be next to you.” He started to slowly pull up the bottom of my dress.
When my bare ass rested against the brick, he unzipped himself. He was hard, and my breath caught. I began to reach for him.
“Stay still, you desperate little whore. Pull down your panties, just a little.”
I whined, shivering with lust.
He pushed himself between my cunt lips, and I sighed in pleasure. His cock felt so good sliding over my clit. He jerked himself, gliding between my slick pussy lips. I wondered briefly if he would be interested to know whose lips had been there, moments before. “Gods, yes,” I whispered as my need grew and blossomed into a terrible ache. “That feels so good…”
“Fuck, you dirty little slut. My filthy little cum bucket,” he grunted as he spilled his seed into my panties. He took one deep breath. “Now pull them back up. And fix your fucking dress.”
I moaned as I felt his cum ooze around my needy pussy lips.
I felt dazed, deprived, aching, as I re-situated myself in my dress.
He collected himself with alarming speed. “There you go, cunt. You almost look presentable again.” He traced his fingers over my lips and down my neck. “Almost. I’m sure no one will notice that you smell like bitch in heat.”
I squirmed in my gooey panties.
He offered me his arm. “Shall we? Don’t want to start any rumors about where innocent little Ada disappeared off to.”
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