Amber's New Job Ch. 01

"Baby, that was so fine. You made Mommy feel so good."

While at first I beamed with pride, this was quickly superceded my another feeling; I'd never been this aroused. While I had been eating Michele's pussy the only thing that mattered was her pleasure. Now that I was done, I was on fire. The guys I'd been with had never put me in this state of need. Sure, I'd let some fuck me, but usually because it was expected: they had taken me on a nice date, we'd been seeing each other awhile, he was an okay looking dude. Now I knew what is was like when you needed to be fucked.

Michelle interrupted these thoughts when she said, "Hi honey," and the bed moved. I looked and saw Ron framed between Michelle's cleavage. His cock was about as long as the other ones I'd known, but much wider and in some way I can't explain, seemed much harder. It featured a large brown head and enormous set of balls. He turned me onto my knees and entered me from behind.

As he did so he asked, "How'd she do?"

"You were right honey, she has potential."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but it still seemed the nicest thing anyone had ever said about me.

In comparison to what I had known and what I'd later learn, Ron was a master cocksman. I was sopping wet; there was no resistance to his entry. He took my hips in his hands, controlling my movements. Unlike the boys I'd been with before, who impatiently banged in and out with all the speed and strength as they could muster, he explored the inside of my cunt, varying his motions and angles of entry, controlling my movements so I received the maximum pleasure. The large head of his cock repeatedly dragged across my g-spot.

It was wonderful; I was awash in an array of sensations I didn't know existed. My mind was filled with flashing lights; I lived in a sea of pleasure. He brought me to the edge of an orgasm, held me there, backed away, and did it again. He'd make me come and then slow down until I was ready to go again. Finally, when I'd started to think I was fucked-out, he picked up the pace, thrusting into me with long powerful strokes. How he knew this is what I needed for my final, ultimate orgasm, I don't know, but I pushed back with the little strength left in my spent body. Until now my orgasms had been accompanied by guttural whimpering, but I had lost all control. When I felt his cum pour into me, I erupted.

"Ohhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyy fuckinnggggggggg goddddddddddddd!" I fell forward on the bed.

I'm not sure how long I slept. When I woke, my body still twinkling in delight, I was alone. There was music coming from an open doorway and I, naked, wandered in. It was a massive closet, Michelle would later explain that "dressing room" was the appropriate term. Michelle was sitting at a vanity, wearing a cute pink wrap, brushing her golden hair.

"I see you've returned to the land of the living."

"I never knew it could be that good."

"He is a magnificent lover, but you need to learn that girls like us don't scream, we purr, we always maintain control."

She studied my naked body and selected a silk robe, handing it to me.

"This looks just right, try it on."

I looked at myself in one of the room's full length mirrors. The robe was short; it showed off my legs and displayed a bit of cleavage. The silk felt sweet and sensual on my body; my nipples stiffened, their points were visible in the fabric.

"Ron is outside with the grill. After you freshen up, join us."

Michelle left. I sat at her vanity, brushing my hair. I wasn't sure what these people wanted, but whatever it was, I was all in.

* * * *

Ron was almost as good a cook as he was a lover; the meal was delightful. After cleaning up, we returned to the bedroom for an evening of sex. While it wasn't unusual for one of us girls to spend the night out, I texted Kathy to let her know I was alright. I woke the next morning to see Ron, fully showered and nattily dressed, standing by the bed. Michelle was still sleeping.

"Today's the district attorney's golf tournament/fund raiser. I'm on the steering committee. I'll be gone most of the day. There is fresh coffee in the kitchen."

I got out of bed, stretched, and discovered I was a bit sore in the privates - Ron had fucked me twice more that night. With a cup of coffee I settled on the deck off the bedroom. Facing the thick woods behind the Richards' home - Michelle had said the property ran several hundred yards back and ended at a river - I listened to the songs of birds and enjoyed the deep loamy scent that filled the air. There was perfect privacy here.

The door to the bedroom opened; Michelle stepped out. Except for the breakfast tray she was carrying, she was stark naked. I had spent the last twenty hours with her, most of them unclothed, but still I stopped breathing, overwhelmed by her beauty and grace. Her hair was wet. She must have jumped in the shower.

"Good morning," she said. "Sleep well?"

"I don't think I've ever slept more soundly."

She set the tray on a small table. On it were coffee and a bowl of oatmeal topped with granola and fresh raspberries. "We eat healthy here, we'd like you too also."

She picked up the oatmeal, scooped out a spoonful, and fed it to me. I clamped my lips down, making sure I captured each thick heavy morsel. She fed herself, then me again. Sitting there with her, naked, sharing the rich creamy meal, I felt a burn start twixt my legs. She picked up a raspberry, brought it to her perfect lips, and bit off half of it, dropping the other half in my open eager mouth.

Michelle read my condition perfectly. She fed me several more helpings of the rich succulent fruit and then ran one along my wet slit. Coated with my juice, she deposited it in her mouth. She took the final raspberry, ran it across her full pussy lips, and fed it to me. I was near panting in need.

Her voice tone was even and cool, "I've told you, never show your desperate. Now let's go inside."

I followed her. She left the sliding doors open, letting in the fresh air and sounds of the outdoors, and gestured for me to lay on the bed. Laying next to me, she kissed me. At first, as she had the day before, she let her thick heavy lips do the work, capturing my lower lip between hers, working it back and forth while her tongue ran along its edge. Her tongue then moved into my mouth, exploring along the back of my lips. Her long perfectly manicured nails ran along the side of my body, sending erotic shock waves through me. She kissed my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and my chin, and returned to my mouth. It opened to welcome her.

Our tongues met. At first they gently, carefully, introduced each other. The tips touched, then pulled back, she stroked the top of my tongue, then the sides. I was crazy with need, my pussy was throbbing; I wanted to plunge my tongue deep into her mouth, to hurriedly explore every crevice, but I remembered her adage: never show you're desperate. Something else also dawned on me: I wanted to be this woman.

I explored her body with my hands. Although not overtly muscular, she was firm. Her skin, like her lips, was soft. The combination of strength and softness excited me in a way I'd not known before. As I caressed her she emitted low gentle moans, encouraging me to continue. I wanted to bring pleasure to this lovely woman. Our lips and tongues continued to play with each other, but now with increasing urgency. Then she lifted herself up and glided over me, dragging her full breasts across my skin. That felt nice. She kissed my neck, my shoulders, sometimes gently, sometimes with a slight nip.

I started to squirm, but remembering how blithely Michelle had accepted the pleasure I had given her the day before, I relaxed and lay back, letting myself become awash in a sea of sensations, letting what she was doing flow through me. Michelle's mouth moved to my breasts and, starting with the undersides, throughly covered them with kisses. She then began a series of slow long licks, staying away from my nipples, carefully gauging my reactions, playing me like an instrument.

"You have beautiful breasts. Do you like Mommy's mouth on them?" she asked.

"Yes, Mommy."

"What do you want Mommy to do next?"

My initial reaction was to say whatever Mommy wants. Michelle did not need my help making love to a woman. But then I decided no, like her I'd ask for exactly what I wanted.

"Michelle, my nipples, they're on fire. Make love to them."

"Of course, Amber."

She rolled my left breast up to expose its underside, her thumb applying firm delicious pressure to the nipple, and began a slow indolent lick, moving up and around my breast with increasing pressure until she reached the nipple, on which her tongue lingered with enough force to press it into my flesh.

I wanted to scream, but instead let out a low moan of rapturous delight.

Michelle gave my other breast the same treatment, eliciting the same response. Michelle then took turns with my nipples, licking them, kissing them, sucking them into her mouth. I lay on the bed, absorbed in the presence of this masterful woman. I thought of the boys who had been my lovers, all wanting to be complemented on their performance, all quick to move on to the next thing, and, of course, all in a rush to get their rocks off. This was the way to be made love to, expertly, patiently, by a confident lover whose sole focus was pleasing me, knowing I'd do the same for her.

Now Michelle's mouth was on my stomach, moving down in a combination of kisses and nibbles. Her hair flowed across my body. My cunt was on fire, dripping juice in anticipation of her mouth, but that's not where she went. Instead her thumbs rubbed the soles of my feet - ooooh, that felt good - and her lips closed over a toe. She sucked it into her mouth, grazing her teeth along its underside. I had not imagined my toes as erogenous zones, but holy heck they were.

Then, she knew, I couldn't wait any longer; I needed her mouth on my cunt.

Her mouth ajar, her perfect teeth showing, she snaked forward. My eyes were riveted on her, hers on my sex. Almost lazily, her jaw relaxed and her soft tongue slid out, following the contours of her lips before licking the entrance to my cunt, sometimes up and down, sometimes across. Her head moved up an inch to my labia, whose lips she pressed together with her fingers while her tongue slid between them. I fought the urge to scream and beg her to continue, calming my impulses, determined to relax, to wallow in the pleasure.

Michelle sensed my decision. She released my labia and looked me in the eye. God, she was beautiful. "That's a good girl. Let Mama make you feel so good."

Her head was now directly over my vagina. Her tongue slid inside me, then back out. She pushed it back in and circled it around, her movements slow and careful, maximizing the friction and pressure. My head back, my eyes shut, my being was centered on the spot between my legs. Then, just as it felt like I could no longer survive the intensity of what she was doing, her fingers stretched the skin above my clitoris. I opened my eyes. Her tongue was curled to a point, she flicked the tip of my clit.

My god, I'd had been introduced to this woman's bed less than twenty-four hours ago but she understood my body better then any man I'd known. Hell, she understood it better than I did. I arched my back and raised my hips, letting out a low moan. "You make me feel so good."

"That's what I'm here for."

Michelle continued exploring my sex, but always returned to my clitoris. I was soaking wet; my body trembled. Under a lesser musician I'd have already exploded, but Michelle was a virtuoso, moving me to the edge of orgasm, but stopping a few notes short.

I opened my eyes when Michelle's head lifted from my privates. She smiled, moved up the bed on all fours, her heavy breasts swinging under her body, and let her face drift down to mine. We kissed. My juices were on her tongue, her breasts pressed against mine.

"Would you like to learn to be like me?" she asked.

She knew the answer. "More than anything."

"Good. Ron and I will teach you."

She returned to my sex, using her thumb to pull back the hood protecting my clitoris, exposing the nub. She gave it a quick suck, pulling it into her mouth and then let go. I fought the urge to scream and relaxed with a long contented sigh. Michelle, flawlessly gauging my needs, repeated the process, sucking my clit into her mouth while flicking her tongue over and around it, at times lightly, at times aggressively. She slipped a finger inside me to my g-spot.

I'd never experienced this kind of pleasure. Guys had eaten me, but nothing like this. And unlike guys, I did not need to reassure this lover, this lover needed no encouragement; she knew she was good. I became concerned only with my own joy, as my lover let me skim along the waves of exultation rippling through me. As she continued the sensation sharpened and centered on my clit. I was a slave to the orgasm building in my loins. It was coming - powerful, dynamic, like a freight train - and even Michelle could only hold me on the edge for so long.

And then it was here. Everything was suddenly hot, my vagina pulsed, and I came. Three or four intense spasms, so close in time they were almost one, rocked my loins, followed by small intense waves of joy . My body tensed, my back lifted from the bed. A flood of juice poured from my vagina. I voiced my approval with a long gentle, "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and then my body merged with the bed.

"Oh, Michelle that was wonderful, but I can't take any more right now."

She lay down next to me and I rolled over, laying my head on her shoulder. She cradled me in her arms. I drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Michelle and I were sitting on her deck in the shade of her oak tree. After I woke I made love to her with my mouth, trying to emulate the careful graceful way she had brought me my mind-bending orgasms. After that we engaged in my first 69. Then to the shower, where we used a fresh fragrant soap and Porthault wash clothes to bring each other off again. I was not sure I could take anymore; I was grateful when Michelle suggested lunch.

"It's time I told you about your job. You'll understand it better with a little history.

"I met Ron because I was on a jury. I had just started my sophomore year in college and he was in his second year of practice. It was not a lengthy matter; the evidence was presented on the first day. We were to return the following day for final argument. The other jurors' comments were consistent with my own, Ron was winning. The only question was how much money we'd award.

"I was attracted to him. He's a good looking guy, but not drop dead gorgeous - which was the kind of guy I always aimed for - but there was something about him. I'm not sure what is was, his maturity, his easy manner, the way he seemed completely comfortable with himself. In any case I came up with this scheme. I thought it was brilliant. I would go to his office and offer to work the jury up to a higher number in exchange for a cut. I put on my tightest pair of jeans, boots with heels, and a nice clingy top. I looked great.

"He was working late. I let myself in. He must have heard the door open because he met me in the front room. He put his index finger to his lips, indicating I should stay silent."

"It would be entirely inappropriate for me to be in contact with a member of the jury during the course of a trial. And, in any case, you'll do it anyway.'"

I left without saying a word.

"He was right. I did it anyway. It's not like he needed my help, but I might have gotten another $10,000.00 tacked on to the verdict.

"I went to see him that night. He took me to his bed; I became his lover."

Michelle paused for a second, looking out over the tree line, savoring the memory.

"Everything changed that day. I'd been a lot like you. Not completely, I certainly didn't have your affable personality, I could be a real bitch, but I was good looking, enjoyed flirting. I'd hit the bars, have guys buy me drinks. I liked playing with their heads, the beer was an excuse."

The description fit me to the tee.

"Ron told me I was better than that, if I was going to trade on my looks and brains it should be for bigger game than a Budweiser. I went to work for him. I became a serious student, dressed better, took care of myself, and learned how to discern and exploit people's motivations. It was much easier than I thought it would be. A beautiful woman who expects to be treated well is going to be treated well.

"At times I'd venture back to my old life. I would hit a bar, flirt some, but it bored me. Under Ron's tutelage I learned to employ my skills for greater gains. When her husband was out of town I introduced the Registrar of Students to some lady-love and gained access to the school's computer system. I did court runs to the judges, who began asking Ron to be sure to send me. Nothing too serious, some flirting here, a hand job there, but soon every local judge was beholden to us. Ron would learn where a juror drank beer or worked out and soon they'd be bragging to the pretty blonde on the stool or equipment next to them about their jury service, providing me with a data dump on the jury's thoughts, information Ron could use.

"I graduated at the top of my class, went to a first rate law school, married Ron, and have practiced law with him ever since. We've done well.

"We have in mind for you the job I filled. You'll have the clerical responsibilities we discussed, but you will also be honing your skills as a woman. Ron saw something in you, it was not just how you flirted with him to get the job, but that was part of it. We think you can learn to trade on your looks, smarts, and personality for a much greater reward and to all our benefit."

"I'll do anything you ask," I said in complete sincerity.

"That's my girl."

Michelle gave me a tour of the house, ending at the barn. We saddled up two horses and explored the wooded acreage surrounding their home. When we heard Ron's car pull on to the driveway we headed back. We put up the horses and found him in the hot tub with a glass of champagne. We disrobed; I sat to his right, Michelle to his left. He passed each of us a glass of champagne and we toasted my employment.

I leaned into him and kissed him, my tongue snaking into his mouth. The champagne on his tongue made me giddy. I heard a happy murmur from Ron; Michelle was stroking his cock. I watched it harden under her ministrations. I was again amazed by its girth. My hand joined hers and while we manipulated his member he took turns kissing us, treating me to a deep soul searching kiss and then turning to his wife to do the same. After several minutes, he sat on the edge of the tub. Michelle licked one of his balls, I gave the other the same treatment. Ron leaned back looking down at us, enjoying the sight of two beautiful women worshiping his dick.

After we finished with his balls Michelle and I licked up the shaft. When we reached the top Michelle pushed his cock towards me. I held the shaft and licked the head, dallying at the piss hole, which was dripping pre-cum, trying to force my tongue inside.

Not wanting to be selfish, I returned Ron's dick to Michelle. She took the head between her lips, working it over with her tongue. I watched her perfect face and thick red lips make love to his cock and then took one of his heavy testicles into my mouth, cradling it on my tongue. I ran a hand over Michelle's full breasts, feeling them heat up and her nipples grow in appreciation.

Michelle's eyes gestured at mine, letting me know it was my turn. I let the testicle fall from my mouth and grabbed his erection, wondering exactly how far into my mouth I could get something that wide. Michelle saw me stretching and flexing my jaw, readying myself for the challenge.