Working Relationship
"Very good Missy," the forty-two-year-old attorney said into the phone. "I've ordered dinner and it should be here in a few minutes. Run down to the lobby and fetch it and come back up here. You may join me for...dinner."
"Of course Mrs. Murrows," they secretary said, curtly, into the phone.
After they hung up, Mrs. Janet Murrows, wife, mother, and high-powered attorney, got up and closed the blinds to her office. Then she unlocked a filing cabinet and opened the bottom-most drawer. From it, she pulled out a collar, leather gag, strap-on dildo, handcuffs, and a riding crop. These she laid out on the desk in a clean, neat line.
Janet then took a moment to straighten herself out while looking in the mirror. She was fit for a woman of her age. Two children hadn't affected her thin, muscled frame. They had given her a temporarily nice set of C-cup breasts, which she'd augmented surgically to keep from drooping. Her blonde hair was a little duller than it once was, but not gray. And her face was still smooth and wrinkle free. Her blouse and skirt were conservative, not showing anything overt, but hinting at a firm, sexy body underneath.
Janet smiled at herself then sat back down in her chair.
Missy opened the door and set dinner on the desk next to the various toys. She stood there for a moment, taking in the long, thin form of her boss. Then she closed and locked the office door.
Where Janet was thin and wiry, Missy was voluptuous and curved. Missy was raven-haired and busty. A natural DD that drove the men crazy and the women into fits of jealousy.
"Hungry?" Missy asked.
"In a moment," Janet said smoothly.
Missy picked up the collar from the desk and fingered it as she walked behind her boss. She rubbed Janet's shoulders lovingly for a few moments, then turned the chair around and laid a hot, wet kiss on the older woman's lips. Then Missy pulled back, her face hardened and she slapped Janet hard across the face with her right hand.
"Send me to fetch food? Insolent bitch!" Missy screamed and slapped Janet again, this time using her left and leaving a matching red welt on her cheek. Janet's eyes widened in pleasure and she licked her lips, anticipating more. Missy grabbed her boss by the hair and lifted her into a hard, passionate kiss. Then she strapped the collar on Janet's neck
Missy was pent up and was feeling particularly nasty tonight. It had been a long couple of weeks at the office. Lots of "fetch this" and "get that." Things that she used to fuel her anger for playtime with Janet. But it had been a long time since she could vent and it was overpowering.
The secretary unzipped her skirt and let it slide to the floor. Janet licked her lips again.
"Oh, you'll get some of this, you slut," Missy growled. She grabbed Janet by the back of the head and rubbed her face into her own panties. The feel of the older woman's nose and face grinding into her privates was electric. When Missy let go, Janet used just her teeth to pull the younger woman's panties off.
"Let me taste you, Mistress," Janet pleaded. "I want to please you."
Missy sat back on the edge of the desk and parted her legs for Janet's access. Janet wasted no time in plunging her tongue into the secretary's wet snatch. Missy put her high heeled shoes up on the back of Janet's chair and tossed her head back.
"Eat me!" she groaned, "Eat my pussy you slut! Oh fuck yes! Fuck yes! Eat your mistress' cunt you worthless whore!"
Janet increased her pace, hungrily lapping up Missy's cunt. Then, to the younger woman's surprise, Janet pushed a finger into Missy ass, sending her over the edge.
Missy screamed with pleasure, grabbing Janet's head and rubbing it into her crotch for good measure.
Once she'd calmed down, Missy ordered Janet to strip and get dinner out and feed her. Janet did so without question, her taught, naked body covered in sweat as she used chopsticks to feed Chinese food to her mistress.
When Missy was satisfied, she got off the desk and ordered her slave to undress her. Janet took her time, particularly while removing Missy's large pendulous breasts from their confines. Finally, Missy handcuffed and gagged the attorney. Leading her over to the door, she hooked the chain of the cuffs on the coat hook. It was just high enough to make Janet have to stand on her tip-toes.
Naked and sweaty, Missy removed the riding crop from the desk and swung it through the air, making buzz as the leather vibrated.
Janet, for her part, merely shuddered in anticipation.
Missy licked her lips and gave a quick, firm whip across Janet's ass. Despite the gag, Janet made a gasping noise. A second and third swipe followed soon after, each one increasing in speed and strength.
It was a delicate dance, Missy knew, to whip Janet. She needed to be punished, but she couldn't leave any lasting marks, lest Janet's husband find out and their forbidden dance would have to end.
Several more whips and Janet was crying. From pain or pleasure, Missy never quite knew, but honestly didn't care.
Deciding the older woman had had enough, Missy put the crop down and buckled the very large strapon to her naked body. She could feel the base of it press into her own crotch, the nub just touching her clit. It was an electric sensation, that moment before she dove in. Missy closed her eyes, imagining for a moment the cock was real. The cock was hers and the fucking that was about to commence would end with her filling the slutty older woman's cunt with Missy's seed.
It was an unattainable fantasy, but for the moment, it whipped up her desire.
Biting down lightly on Janet's shoulder, Missy spread her lover's legs and then penetrated her roughly. With one hand, she gripped Janet's breast, with the other she undid the mouth gag.
"I want to hear you scream," Missy growled.
"Yes! Yes my mistress! Fuck me! Fuck my hole and make me scream!"
"Yes!" Missy cried, thrusting in and out.
Janet cried out, "My mistress is so fucking good! She punishes my pussy! She punishes my ass! She hurts me! She loves me! My mistress is all I want! All I need! Fuck me mistress! FUCK ME! FUCK! ME!"
Janet's climax threatened to make her lose consciousness, but she hung on, gasping and whining. The violent fucking had pushed Missy over the edge as well. She laid her big breasts against the smaller woman as she too gasped for air.
It was a few minutes later before Missy let her boss down, uncuffed her, and they both dressed. As though nothing had happened, they chatted about their weekend plans, the latest movie, even Missy's upcoming date with a guy from an office two floors down.
As they parted in the lobby, Janet had to put in one last item, "Be sure to pick up my dry cleaning on Monday morning!"
Missy smiled and said she would, mentally adding another lash to next week's after-work session.
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