N.U.D.E. Ch. 05

I didn't get up, but gestured to the chairs we had left for them. I gave them my sincerest smile whilst wanting to wipe the smirk off the two directors' faces. My entourage did the same, though I knew if Beccy had her way then Jason would have been gelded on the spot.

There was silence as Jason's secretary brought in tea and biscuits. The women, on a signal from me, opened their legs in unison around the table. Their pussies looked beautiful and not a little aroused. I saw Jason and Daniel both look confused, thrown by the unorthodox events emerging. Their lawyer did not notice immediately but when she did, she seemed distracted, stroking her throat and neck as intermittently she stared through the glass table top and was particularly focused on Charlene. The secretary, Caroline (the nosey one who'd heard Beccy's and my orgasms chronicled in the last Chapter) hadn't missed it either. I hoped she would not as I still had plans for that bitch.

Uncle arrived unannounced, making a dramatic entrance with mummy who looked stunning in a red dress that clung to her figure. She was amazing for her age. We greeted and kissed, her hand slipping down as she hugged me to squeeze my arse. I smiled as we broke apart with mummy sitting to my right and Uncle my left.

"Right, let's get down to business..."

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"...So, we are agreed Jason and Daniel, you are going to resign from the Board in exchange for no prosecution for illegal phone tapping or misappropriation of Company funds for the said purpose of undermining the legitimate authority of the Board. You will be allowed to keep an allocation of shares and receive a severance payment each equivalent to one year's Directors' pay. Daniel will however transfer 50% of his share allocation to Emilie as Company Secretary, who will invest in the new joint venture with N.U.D.E. Ltd. It will be at her discretion how much of that dividend she shares with you," I said, looking at the crestfallen form of her husband. "This will be subject to how well you perform your matrimonial duties and so completely dependent on whether you step up to the mark in ways that are outside the influence of others at this table."

I watched him squirm in his seat as Emilie, who was sitting to his left reached her hand across and grasped his cock through his black Versace trousers. I smiled. Uncle had been inspired with that little clause. I fell silent for a while watching his face as he was (torn) by the dependence on the wife he had neglected for how much income he might receive.

"Sorry that your investor changed sides to me, but then Uncle does have more power in his little finger than you two miserable worms," I added as a final shot across their bows. And then as if as an afterthought, but aimed at diminishing their status as much as possible,"Oh, and leave the building once you have signed the forms, so ably laid out by Ms Cathcart. Also, Caroline, the sexy brunette one in the tight skirt, is instructed to take your car keys, ID cards and has with David from IT locked you out of the mainframe.!"

Jason looked like he would bust a blood vessel. His lawyer had a wry smile on her face which he had not noticed. She looked so beautiful as she laid out the various contractual forms that we had pre-prepared for signature. Her tall, slim frame had a certain attraction for me. I imagined my hands sliding over her tiny breasts and down her thin body, with its flat stomach before delving between her thighs. I could visualise her pert bottom pressing against my pussy mound as I kissed her neck whilst continuing my caresses. I wanted to hear her panting and letting her prim self become as much a horny bitch as I was in the bedroom (and anywhere else in the house come to think of it). I was absolutely dripping between my legs just thinking about it, so much so that I had not noticed how much I was staring at her, and then as if sensing me looking she was doing it back at me.

'What beautiful eyes she has,' was the only thought that entered my head as we continued staring straight at each other for more than what might be considered normal or decent. And I saw the pupils slightly dilate. Was she attracted to me? Her mouth was moving but I was mesmerised. It took a while for anything other than sudden lust to register.

"Ms Ponsonby, please put your signature there, there and there," she instructed, offering me a very expensive fountain pen to complete my agreements. I accepted the pen, taking delight in touching her long fingers gently for just a little longer than necessary. The men then followed, with - and this was all part of my plan - Beccy countersigning as one witness and Charlene as the other. I watched Ms Cathcart stare at their bosoms. Another part of the plan was that once seated their jackets would be removed, allowing their heavy tits (though not in Emilie's case!) to press against the white cotton blouses. With the low decolletage and visible dark saucers topped by hard nipples pressing urgently against the material they were supremely distracting. I wanted Jason to know what he was missing. Daniel less so given he swung both ways but more for the boys. However, the added bonus now was that their lawyer was showing signs of intense interest. I had not expected this.

"Now you must go," Ms Cathcart instructed the sacked directors. It was done in such a caring way, but so firmly. The words gave no choice. The tone said, 'there, there...sorry'.

"Ms Cathcart, would you like some tea and English biscuits specially brought over by mummy?" I asked, smiling sweetly at her despite the loud slam of the door as the two disgraced men left. I knew vaguely that Jason had made some comment as he departed but now my focus was on another conquest. Well, I hoped so.

"Oh, please call me Aurelie."

"Aurelie, what a beautiful name to accompany a beautiful person."

"Why, thank you," she replied, blushing intensely.

"Girls, come and greet Aurelie. We are no longer adversaries. The deed is done."

They must have sensed something either in me or her, but each one hugged her tightly and kissed her on both cheeks. It was more than just a formal 'hello'. They had picked up on something, lingering that little bit longer with affectionate caresses of her arm or little touches to her cheeks. Mummy did the same, and Uncle, ignoring my reference to just the 'girls' came up to her and kissed her full on the mouth, then sat back without a word but with a big smile on his face. I knew there was some history there, including a carnal one, but little else.

"Yvette, tell Caroline to get us all some tea and biscuits, together with the champagne I placed on ice in my office refrigerator. Also, tell her she is to join us once she has served."

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"Ah, Caroline, welcome," I purred, as she entered the Board Room carrying a large tray laden with my most expensive bone china, a teapot, jug of milk and biscuits. A large bottle of (expensive champers) and glasses for everyone had been crammed onto tray, meaning the whole array of items must have added up to a hefty weight. She headed for the table to put the burden down, but I had other ideas.

"No, Caroline. If you value your job you will come to me and stand stock still in front of me," I stated authoritatively. "You can carry the tray a little longer can't you?" I asked with mock concern. She had no choice but to obey. Her face went red. In fact, it was charming how her breasts, framed by the 'V' of her yellow lambswool top that clung tightly to her pert breasts were a blushed colour too. Their rise and fall was rapid, like a horny slut, but it was fear that was causing this reaction. She knew.

"Charlene, lock the door," I ordered. I watched her pretty arse wiggle seductively as she obeyed me. I turned back to my employee and inspected her.

Caroline was quite tall, probably five feet ten. Her hair was brunette, natural and long. She had it up in a quite severe bun today, which was probably because she had been too lazy to wash it that morning. That would never do. Her neck was long and graceful, whether holding this tray, that was obviously getting like a dead weight in her hands, or when walking or sitting in the office. Lately I had had a desire to go over and kiss that neck it was so beautiful. No, not kiss, lick it. Yes, that would be more exciting I had decided. She had been naughty, but then I was going to be naughtier with her. If she only knew.

"You know you have been a very bad girl, haven't you Caroline?" I asked, putting on my most saccharine voice. "Yes, very naughty," I stated as I circled around her, ignoring how her arms were beginning to shake with the sheer exertion required to keep the heavy tray up. Still I knew she worked out so could manage the discomfort. Well, I hoped so. I did not want smashed china all over the floor. That would mean she had been even naughtier.

"N-n-no Miss Ponsonby..."

"Oh yes you have," I snapped. "But please, call me Helene."

She was silent. I stared blatantly at her increasingly urgent rise and fall, admiring the curve of her bosom. So kissable, I thought. I could hear her breathing, now in shorter breaths. She was scared. It amused and excited me. How far could I go?

Miss...er....Helene...I was only..."

"Only what Helene?" I asked, my voice the epitome of concern.

"Obeying orders," she replied, with a hint of a whining plea in her voice.

"Orders?" I asked innocently.

Her breasts heaved with even more urgency. My, was she attractive. I liked her scared.

"Yes, Jason...er..Mr Banks, he..." she hesitated, struggling with the dilemma of if she should tell the truth or whether she could get away with a lie. She wasn't very good at hiding her feelings. I saw the lie coming. "He made me do it.

"Made you?" I asked, as I let my hand stroke over her extremely firm arse cheek. I chuckled to myself as she nearly dropped the tray with surprise. I continued my questioning. "Isn't that the excuse the guards at Belsen or Auchwitz gave when asked why they had exterminated so many Jews?" I asked, not hiding a smidgeon of anger.

"Don't you really mean he fucked you with that long dick of his and you were willing to give him anything to continue to receive that pleasurable cock in your hungry little cunt you slut?" I enquired, giving her arse a firm squeeze just to emphasise my point.

"Yes, I mean no, I mean I'm not a slut!"

"Oh yes you are. You let him have anything in exchange for a good fucking, didn't you?"

"He, he was very persuasive..."

"You mean his cock was persuasive," I interrupted, laughing, as I deftly unhooked her tight little skirt. It dropped quickly around her feet. 'Nice stockings and suspenders (garter belt to you American readers),' I thought. She clearly liked expensive lingerie framing her pussy, but I had not expected to see her mons completely uncovered. Yes, Caroline had no knickers! "Well, well, well," I exclaimed, admiring the neatly trimmed brunette bush. I brushed my fingers over the carefully shaped pubic hair. I expected somehow it would be wiry but no, it was the opposite. A very pleasant feeling. Her sex lips below shone. They were wet.

"Excited?" I hissed. I knew I was. I had a plan.

"N-n..."

"N - n - n? What is that? Your cunt," I spat out, "It says 'yes,yes,yes." I laughed, letting my forefinger drag over her honey pot, before bringing the digit up and pressing it to her lips.

"Suck my finger, slut," I commanded.

She did not hesitate. In fact, I could have sworn I heard a low moan. Certainly that chest was going up and down faster than a boat on a rough sea.

"You still have to be punished, you know that," I stated simply and coldly. I felt the sucking stop.

"What do you mean? Am I to lose my job?"

"Honey, do you think I would sack you when I can have so much more fun with you? Once you have accepted your punishment of course?"

"But Miss Pon...Helene, I....oooooh!"

My fingers (two) were delving in her pussy hole. She tried to stand still, the tray clearly getting to feel heavier and heavier. There were beads of perspiration on her brow. The swell of her titties was moist too. Little tears were forming in her eyes. Did she object to her forced sexual stimulation or was this about her indiscretion and disloyalty?

"Nice cunt," I stated, as my fingers forced their way further into her and my other hand caressed her naked buttocks. "And lovely arse. But why no panties? Have you been fucking Mr Banks this morning?"

"No Helene..."

"That's better, I like it when you use my proper name. Miss Ponsonby sounds so stuffy doesn't it? So why no panties?"

My fingers were sawing in and out of her now dripping pussy. I noticed that despite the weight she was being forced to carry, she had placed her feet a little wider allowing me more access.

"Jason, er, Mr Banks instructed me not to wear any. He..."

"Said you are a slut?" I asked, laughing.

She hung her head, chin almost touching those gorgeously heaving globes. Tears started streaming down her face and her skin seemed to redden even more as the wet trails traveled south over her mounds and into the deep vee. It was so exciting seeing her break before my eyes. That snotty bitch image was fading fast. I pushed in an extra finger, taking advantage of her now slippery cunt hole. This humiliation and exposure was her paradoxical turn-on. Jason had done a good job. He obviously had a radar for locating sluts. I'd have to work out who else in the office had been under his tutelage, but my focus now was on Caroline.

I invited the others over to collect their drinks. Charlene served herself a coffee then as she walked back to her place gave Caroline's arse a sharp slap that almost caused the slut to drop the tray. It set a trend, with everyone following suit until the secretary's arse was delightfully red. Nobody said a word. They just looked and went back to their conversations around the table. I knew they were angry with her. But what I noticed most was how my slut had become so wet, meaning my fingers were so lubricated I was almost fist-fucking her. I wondered if Jason had the pleasure of that activity.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, "please..."

"Please what?" I asked, again using my most sugary voice.

"Please..." she hesitated, "please don't stop. Don't do what Mr Banks did....he always took me to the edge then..."

"Then didn't finish you off?"

"Yes...mmmmm....please make me cum...please," she pleaded, her mouth now open and her breasts heaving as her breathing was reduced to short pants.

'Clever man,' I thought. 'He kept promising her satisfaction but then left her on the edge.' I wondered if I should do the same. 'No, I'll give her a fantastic orgasm and then she will be more devoted to me. I can still punish her, but I wonder how she tastes?'

I withdrew my hand that was absolutely coated with her juice.

"N-no, please," she pleaded like a child denied sweeties in the shop. I smiled at her, noting how dilated her pretty green eyes were. Then I knelt down in front of her, ducking under the now much lighter tray which she still held out as instructed and looked directly at her sopping cunt. My God! Her juice not only coated her sex lips which were long and engorged, their crinkled skin dark with arousal, but dribbled down her firm, strong thighs. Her inner sex was open and shiny with her lubricant. Bright pink skin framed the dark mysteries of her womb. I extended my tongue and began to lap at the copious fluid that poured from her. She tasted delightful, a sweet nectar that quickly washed not only my tongue but my whole face. I got as deep and close as I could, enjoying her and knowing she would play well in my harem.

"Ooooooo!" I heard her cry above me. Was that an orgasm? No, she was building up to it but Jason had kept her on the edge so long she had immense control and it would be some time before that happened. I grasped her arse with one hand and slid the other between her legs, letting my middle finger run behind her cunt hole to find her other little entry. "Oh, yesssss," she cried. She obviously liked that. So I pushed in, taking my finger to the knuckle in seconds. The bastard Jason, he must have preferred fucking her there. I smiled inwardly and stepped up my tongue-fuck as I began to slowly anally assault her too. My movements became smooth, rythmic; until tongue and finger were in perfect harmony. I sensed her thighs tense and her clitty became a hard little cock. She was well endowed there, allowing me to shift to sucking and licking alternately the not-so-little bud whilst still sawing my digit in and out of her opening anus. "Mmmmm...ahhhhh.....oh, yesssss..." She was mine, totally mine. Did I leave her hanging like Jason or complete the job? The cruel little domme in me wanted the former, the horny slut the latter.

I went for seeing her cum like a train. She bucked her cunt against my face as she totally lost control. She was screaming at the top of her voice with pleasure and some pain. The control needed to not drop the tray on me caused her arms to ache intensely whilst her pussy ached in another way. When she eventually came down from a multiple burst of orgasms, my face looked like it had been painted in varnish. I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored wall that lined the back of the boardroom. I was covered!

"Yvette," I called, "come here!"

Yvette had been sitting watching Caroline being tongued by me. "Yes Mistress?"

"Take the tray off her and strip her completely naked." I ordered. Then I addressed everyone else. "Get those clothes off. We're going to celebrate, starting with this bitch getting a good spanking. Don't think I haven't forgotten your spanking, Slut Caroline." I laughed but she knew it would be no joke. Her face went from the flushed colour of orgasm to white in seconds.

I gestured to Uncle, who was as expected naked and hard (phew, that cock!), to get one of the wider carver chairs. Charlene took some of the tie cords from the curtains to use as ropes. Yvette steered a now reluctant Caroline to the space they had cleared. She was silent but struggled a little as mummy and (to my surprise) a naked Aurelie Cathcart tied first her ankles to the chair and then bent her over the back of it so her magnificent arse was skyward and tied her wrists to the front legs. She was splayed out, her cunt lips and little pink anus on display. Delightful.

"Please, he made me do it..."

"Shut up slut," I snapped at the pleading Caroline. I was more interested in looking at the incredibly slim Aurlie. There was not an ounce of wasted fat on her, in fact she was on the skinny side and it was not unattractive. This was the body of a long distance runner; the strong thighs, tight buttocks and little tits topped by wonderfully long and dark nipples pierced with rings of gold. Her flat belly with its perfect six-pack was adorned with a jewelled ring through her navel. Looking further down proved she was a natural blonde. Her pussy hair was light gold and trimmed right back revealing an array of piercings along each labia and a platinum bar through her clitoris, which was large and engorged. This woman was aroused like nobody's business and I suspected it was not just about being naked. No, this was anticipating the punishment. God, I wanted her. Aurelie was something special. Uncle's gesture earlier suggested as much.

"Aurlie," I called. "What do you think would be an appropriate punishment for this slut? She is the one who allowed the private dicks in who bugged my office and bathroom, this board room and the company apartment above here."

"I'm sorry Helene, I'm sorry..."

"I told you to shut up, slut!" I snapped again at Caroline.

"Well," said Aurelie, before silently circling the prone secretary while rubbing her hands lewdly first over her hanging left tit, then over one arse cheek before exploring between the transgressor's thighs. After some time teasing and parting her sex, she trailed her fingers over Caroline's other arse cheek then ended her exploration by weighing and toying with her right breast. I heard the whimpers coming from the prone slut. Then she spoke again, "Lovely meat. I think its rump needs tenderising. I suggest a dozen with the hand, then use the paddle I keep in my handbag."