Living Large Pt. 02

Tom squirmed in his chair above her and moaned.

Suddenly Jenny knew what many women had known since the beginning of time-women have a great deal of power and ultimate control. However, it was obvious that most women didn't realize it. Sex rules the world and ultimately power goes to those that know how to use it. She would have smiled at her revelation, but her mouth was filled.

"Jesus Jenny," Tom moaned as he felt her let one orb slip out of her mouth and take the other in.

Jenny squeezed her thighs together as her own excitement grew. Not only because she was sucking Tom, but because of the incredible feeling of power. Some women might have felt humiliated to be on their knees sucking their boss's cock. And Jenny might have agreed just a few weeks ago... but not now. Now she was in control. She let the ball slip out of her mouth and then took the swollen head of his penis inside.

"Ahhhhhh," Tom gasped.

Jenny sucked the head like a lollipop. Then she pulled it out and looked up at Tom. "Do like me sucking your cock?"

Tom just moaned.

"Do you like me sucking your cock?" she asked again.

"Yesssss!!!" Tom hissed.

Jenny continued to stroke the shaft and said, "Do you want me to drink your cum?"

"Yes!!!" he answered right away this time.

With a smile Jenny took the head back into her mouth and began to suck hard. Her hand began to move fast on the shaft as she moaned deep in her throat. She was ready for his cum. Her own vagina was throbbing as she squeezed her thighs tightly together. Suddenly, she heard Tom moan and her mouth began to fill with his hot cream. With her first swallow a climax began for her as well. She gasped and swallowed quickly again as his semen poured down her throat. Her head was spinning and her body trembled as waves of pleasure rushed through her. Her climax continued until Tom's balls were depleted and his penis had shrunk.

When she sat back she saw that Tom still had his head back and his eyes were closed. She stood up and wiped a gob of cream from the corner of her mouth. "I have to get back to work. But now, you owe ME one." With that she strutted out of his office, leaving the handsome man wondering what had just happened.

Jenny knew what had just happened-it was all about self-confidence, self-respect and.... power.

Chapter 8

Jenny was waiting nervously for the doorbell to ring. She had been antsy all day about her "date" with Michael. She wasn't even sure why. She had tried on several outfits before deciding on a flowered summer dress that was low cut and tight from her breasts to her waist and then flared out at her hips. Two thin spaghetti straps across her shoulders held up the bodice. She had on a pair of thigh-high nylons and high-heeled shoes. Under the dress she had on a special bra that lifted her breasts, emphasizing her substantial cleavage and almost threatening to spill the shimmering orbs over the top. She knew that she looked good, but wondered why she cared so much... it was just a girl's night out. Or was it?

When the doorbell finally rang, Jenny was relieved. She checked her hair and dress one last time, making sure her breasts hadn't popped out, before she opened the door.

"Good evening Jenny," Michael said.

Jenny hesitated for a moment. She almost didn't recognize the woman standing before her. Gone were her dowdy glasses and the business suit. The woman at the door had shoulder length blond hair, pretty blue eyes and she was wearing a dress Jenny had seen in the shop-it cost more than Jenny made in a month. The dress was white, contrasting beautifully with her golden brown skin, and was tight all the way from the V-neck to the top of her thighs where it ended, exposing most of her tanned legs. Jenny was surprised to see that she had cleavage. Her breasts were small but appeared firm and about the size of oranges. She obviously didn't have a bra on. Jenny also noticed that she had on a huge diamond ring and matching earrings and thought that the clothing business must be pretty good.

"Are you okay Jenny?" the woman asked.

"Yes... yes, I'm sorry... you just look beautiful." Jenny blushed at her words.

"Thank you. You look gorgeous yourself. And, I love your dress... did you get it from anyone I know?" she asked factiously.

"Yes. I got it from a great little shop near where I work."

They both laughed.

"Shall we go?"

Jenny followed the beautiful woman out of her apartment and watched her walk down the stairs in front of her. She was quite impressed with the woman's grace at descending the steep steps with the stylish and extraordinary high-heeled shoes. She still found it hard to believe that she was the same woman that she met at the clothing store.

When they reached the street, Jenny saw that Michael had a large and very expensive looking white Mercedes waiting at the curb. "Wow, great car," Jenny said as she got in the passengers side.

"I guess you're wondering how I afford it with my small shop," Michael said with a smile as she pulled away from the curb.

"Well, I assume you make a lot of money at the shop."

"On the contrary, I lose money. Competition in the clothing business is fierce and the margins are very narrow," Michael lamented.

"I've always heard that it's difficult business," Jenny said and looked at her curiously, wondering where she got the money that she appeared to have.

Then she answered Jenny's unasked question. "Actually I have a very rich husband. He's much older than I am, but he treats me really well." She held up her hand and showed her the three-carat diamond ring.

"Oh," Jenny exclaimed, slightly embarrassed for some reason.

Michael laughed.

Jenny wanted to change the subject and said, "I've thought about starting my own modeling business some day... uh... for large women."

"Really?" Michael asked thoughtfully and with interest. "That might be a great idea. There's a serious shortage of modeling agencies for larger women." Michael thought for a second and added, "I could start a line of larger sized clothes and supply all your women." She was only being partially factious.

Jenny looked at her in surprise and said, "Seriously?"

"It would make a great sideline... maybe more than a sideline. I see all the styles from the latest designers and they're all aimed at skinny women. I'm sure I could convince at least some of the designers to think a little... broader." She laughed at her own words. "Well, you know what I mean. Let me know when you're ready to start."

"The truth is I started a business plan but haven't given it any serious thought lately. However it has been in the back of my mind for some time."

"Then please give it some serious thought. I'm pretty sure that I could help you along the way. Contrary to my balance sheet, I do have a good business mind."

Jenny was suddenly very excited. She knew that she was a long way from starting a business, but it had been her goal to have her own business since she was ten years old and had set up a lemonade stand in her neighborhood.

The conversation slowed for a moment as Michael negotiated though the heavy downtown traffic.

"Where're we going to eat?"

"I thought we would go to De Antonio's"

"I've never been there. A little rich for my budget." Jenny was a little concerned that they might be going "Dutch". She wondered how much cash she had in her wallet.

"Well, we have to discuss your business goals, so I can write it off to taxes."

Jenny was relieved. She also realized that Michael could well afford the restaurant without writing it off as a business expense. However, she did appreciate the fact that she seemed to be trying to downplay the financial gap between the two of them.

They continued to talk as Michael drove to the restaurant, slipping the large car in and out of traffic with ease. When they pulled up at De Antonio's, a carhop opened the door for them.

"Nice to see you Mrs. Duran," the carhop said as he took the keys.

"Good to see you too Tony." Michael smiled at the well built and handsome boy. Then she turned to Jenny and whispered, "Handsome, but not a lot of brains beyond the brawn."

Jenny looked at Michael curiously. She seemed to be a little too familiar with the young man. She filed that away and followed the woman into the restaurant.

De Antonio's was outlandishly expensive and catered to the rich and famous.

"Mrs. Duran," the host said with a familiar greeting to Michael. "It's good to see you again. We have your table ready."

"Thank you Mario, it's always good to see you."

Jenny was impressed with the d‚cor of the fancy restaurant. It was typical Italian but with expensive looking paintings, marble statues and gorgeous hanging plants. At first it seemed that the place was deserted but then Jenny realized that the tables were organized around the statues and hanging plants to give the feeling of privacy.

The two women were shown to a circular booth with high-backed padded seats. Around the top of the seats were vases of fresh cut flowers, making the booth even more private.

Jenny slid in and was surprised when Michael slid in next to her instead of taking the other side. The two of them were sitting close together with their thighs almost touching.

When they were comfortable, Michael said, "So, your new style and clothes seem to be working for you."

"Yes, I've certainly been getting noticed. The clothes have been like magic."

"It's more than the clothes Jenny. I don't know you well but I can see a difference from the woman that walked into my shop a short while ago and the one sitting next to me now... almost a Cinderella story huh?"

"Well, I don't think it's quite that dramatic. But it has been an amazing couple of weeks," Jenny said, thinking for a moment. "I learn something new about myself almost everyday. Although I still have a long way to go."

"I'm so happy for you," Michael said and casually placed her hand on Jenny's thigh.

Jenny almost jumped but forced herself to remain calm. She could feel the warmth of Michael's hand through her thin dress. Suddenly Jenny looked up and saw that the waiter was there to take their drink order.

Michael didn't remove her hand.

When the waiter left, Michael leaned loser to Jenny and said, "So have the clothes improved your love life?" Her eyes were sparkling with excitement.

The question surprised Jenny. "Uh... well... actually... yes they have." She wasn't sure how Michael knew her love life needed improving, as she didn't remember discussing any of that with her. She concluded that it must have been an assumption on her part.

"I thought it would," Michael responded and squeezed her thigh.

Jenny crossed her legs, hoping that that would force her to move her hand. Instead, the weight of the pretty woman's hand and the silkiness of the dress on her nylon encased thigh caused the dress to slip higher on her thigh. Suddenly, Jenny felt Michael's hand touch the bare skin between her nylon tops and her bunched up dress. A rush of unwanted excitement went through her and she began to feel lightheaded. She hadn't even had a drink yet... but she suddenly needed one.

"You are a very attractive young woman. But everyone needs the right clothes to bring out their best," Michael said as her hand gently rubbed the warm flesh of Jenny's thigh.

Jenny trembled. Her reaction was quite surprising because had never had any attraction toward women. Over the years she had had several lesbian friends and had always wondered why one woman was attracted to another. Then, as she got to know them she realized that most true lesbians were born that way. But yet that didn't explain why some women went both ways. A friend that went "both" ways had said, "Why cut off half the world." While Jenny felt that there was strange logic in that, it just wasn't her thing. She liked men too much. However, right now, she couldn't deny that Michael was definitely having an affect on her. It was all very confusing.

"I love these nylons," Michael said as she used her finger to trace the pattern at the top of the silky material.

Jenny was relieved when the waiter arrived with their drinks. She thought that Michael would finally remove her hand... however, she didn't. In fact, she moved her hand slightly higher, insinuating it under the hem of her dress. Jenny's face got red when she looked at the waiter. There was a knowing smile on his face. However, Michael didn't seem to pay any attention to him.

The waiter placed their drinks and menus on the table and discretely left.

Suddenly Jenny felt Michael's fingers moving past the band on her thigh-high nylon and moving higher. When she was only inches from her crotch Jenny said, "Michael... uh... listen... uh."

"Yes?" Michael asked with a lustful smile on her face.

Jenny picked up her drink and took a quick swallow. "Uh... I'm not like that," she said, straining to keep excitement from her voice.

"Like what?" Michael asked.

"Uh... you know... a lesbian." Her voice was a horse whisper.

Michael laughed loudly. "I'm sorry honey," she apologized for laughing. "I'm not a lesbian either. I love men."

Jenny looked at her quizzically. She must be one of those women that go both ways, she thought.

"I think I love your freshness most of all... some would call it naivet‚."

Jenny took another large drink; her hand was now shaking. She felt a sudden twinge of anger. It was almost like Michael was so much older than she was. However, she knew that there was only five or six year's difference in their ages.

"Sweetie, you don't have to be a lesbian to like women... especially a pretty one like you." Michael squeezed her bare thigh, insinuating her finger deeper between the warm flesh. "I assume that you have never been with a woman?"

"No... certainly not," Jenny said quickly. Her voice sounded harsher, almost indignant.

"Well, you shouldn't condemn something that you haven't tried." Then Michael leaned even closer and whispered, "Spread your legs for me."

"Huh?" Jenny almost gasped.

Michael's hand pulled on her thigh as if to encourage her.

In spite of her reservations, excitement overcame her anger and she found her legs uncrossing. Then they opened, almost as if they had a will of their own. Jenny gasped when she felt the older woman's hand slip between her legs to the gusset of her panties.

"Mmmm, just as I thought, you're wet."

Jenny felt her face turn red. She couldn't deny it. The evidence was under the fingers of the woman's searching hand. Even with the absorbent crotch of her thongs, the wetness had soaked through.

Just then the waiter came back to the table to take their order. This time, Michael slowly, almost casually pulled her hand from between Jenny's legs. "Give us another minute," she said to the young man, then to Jenny, "Let's look at the menus."

Relieved, Jenny nodded her head. Then she almost gasped when she saw Michael's wet fingers holding the menu. They were shining with her juice.

A few minutes later they ordered dinner. As they ate, they talked about Jenny's business ideas. Michael seemed genuinely interested.

Jenny was relieved that the subject of sex did not come up again. However, there was still sexual tension in the air throughout dinner.

Chapter 9

Two hours and quite a few glasses of wine later, Jenny and Michael sat in her car outside Jenny's apartment. Both of them were still feeling the effects of the alcohol they had consumed.

Jenny was suddenly very nervous again. She had a dilemma: should she invite Michael up... would it be rude not to? If she did, what would happen? While she didn't have an easy answer, she had convinced herself that she was still in control.

Finally she turned to the waiting woman and said, "Uh... would you... uh like to come up for a minute?" She was half hoping and, at the same time fearing that she would say no.

"That would be nice," Michael answered without hesitation.

As Jenny led Michael up the stairs, she couldn't help but feel the older woman's eyes on her ass. And, as much as she didn't want to admit it, her increasing heartbeat and the weakness in her knees said that it was exciting her.

At the door, Jenny fumbled with her keys, unable to get the proper one into the lock.

"Here," Michael said, taking the key from her trembling hands with a knowing smile and unlocking the door.

As soon as the two stepped into the apartment, and the door was closed, Michael spun Jenny around and took her into her arms.

"Michael," Jenny gasped as the older woman leaned forward as if to kiss her. Jenny turned her head to the side.

Michael was undeterred. She bent her head and kissed her bare neck, sending goose bumps up and down the younger woman's body. At the same time Michael's hands slipped down her back and she grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her toward her. "I love your ass," Michael whispered as her lips rained kisses onto the trembling woman's neck. Then, quickly, before Jenny could protest, Michael pulled the back of her dress up until she could grasp her bare ass cheeks. "Mmmmm," she whispered. "You have very spankable ass cheeks. Have you ever had an erotic spanking?"

Jenny felt electric shocks go through her. "Noooo," she gasped.

"You don't know what you're missing," she said before reluctantly pulling her hands from her ass and reaching for the two thin straps of her dress top.

Jenny stood frozen as the older woman slipped her fingers under the shoulder straps and pushed them down her arms. The top of the dress immediately fell from Jenny's breasts, leaving her covered by only her bra.

"Wonderful bra," Michael said as she looked down at her pretty bra and the shimmering flesh of her breasts almost spilling from the top. Then her hands moved up. A second later she had insinuated them into the bra and pulled both of Jenny's breasts out.

"Ohhhhh," Jenny hissed as her chest was exposed to the women's hungry eyes. She had to fight back the urge to run... to end this. But yet her legs felt like rubber and seemed to only have enough energy to hold her body upright.

"Oh Jesus," Michael moaned as she saw the long nipples. Immediately her head bent as her hands lifted the two large orbs. A second later she had one nipple in her hot mouth.

"Oh God Michael... please." Jenny didn't know if she was saying please stop or please continue. Her eyes closed and she swayed back on her heels as the experienced mouth of the older woman sent shock waves through her.

Michael smiled around the nipple she was sucking when she felt Jenny trembling. As she continued to suck, she slowly began to push her into the living room. By the time both nipples were wet with her saliva, she had her standing at the edge of the sofa. Without saying anything, Michael quickly spun around and sat down on the sofa, pulling Jenny over her lap until she was over her knees, facing the floor.

Jenny squealed as she fell over the woman's thighs. She squealed in surprise and said, "Michael... what're you doing?"

"Just a little experiment," the very excited woman answered as she flipped Jenny's dress to her waist. It was Michael's turn to gasp as Jenny's fleshy but firm cheeks came into view. Quickly, before Jenny could protest, she brought her opened palm down on her ass. The resounding slap rang out in the quiet room like a gunshot.

"Ahheeeee!" Jenny screamed and wiggled her hips as if to dislodge herself. However, at the same time, the smack sent electric shock up and down her body. Then, before she could protest again, she felt the hand come down again and then again.

Suddenly, Michael was spanking her with a rapid tempo, raising her hand high in the air and bringing it down with loud smack. Much to the older woman's delight, within seconds, Jenny's protests turned into whimpers of submission... or was it pleasure?