Executive's Slut Ch. 05

"Miss... your dress."

He stood with a wry smile as he held out to me my dress. I didn't see my thong or bra... were they left on the table? Oh my God... Sally is going to have a story to tell.

We stood as Mr. Baldwin settled with the driver, giving him a healthy tip for his discretion. Mr. Baldwin then turned to me, "Is there some way you would like to thank him, also, Karen?"

I looked from the driver to Mr. Baldwin who wore a relaxed, neutral expression. I turned back to the driver and stepped up to him, mustering the courage to be calm and assured to perform in the manner I knew Mr. Baldwin desired. I stepped up to the man, both hands resting on his suit-covered chest.

"Sir... may I thank you for your care of us tonight?"

He looked from my face down to my bared breasts just pressing into his body. "You can thank me any way you want."

I smiled. My right hand slid down from his chest, over his stomach, past his belt, and over his crotch. All as I reached up to kiss him on the lips. I sank down his body to my knees in front of him, my fingers loosening his belt as I did. My knees were now on the hard, rough, cobblestones of the driveway, I lowered the zipper and pulled his pants down his legs. I felt his growing cock under his boxers. I looked up at him with a smile. He was big. The idea flashed through my mind. A big black cock? I grasped the waist of his shorts and pulled them over his cock and down to his bunched pants. Pointing straight at me was a large black cock. I took it into my hands, kissing the head before taking it into my mouth. I sucked on it for a minute before licking and sucking down the length to his ball sack. I transferred his balls to my hand as I took the cock back into my mouth. I sucked hard. I tried taking as much as I could into my mouth, even just into my throat but it was something I really didn't know how to do. Yet. I told myself I didn't know how yet. But... I would.

When he came, he held my head in his hands and pressed it into my mouth. I felt his cock pulse and stiffen. His balls swelled. His cum shot into my mouth in great spurts. I gulped down each spurt, sucking all that I could get. When he was done, I sucked the last of it from his cock before licking it clean. I pulled his boxer shorts up, then his pants. I stood as he pulled himself together. He turned to Mr. Baldwin calmly.

"If you ever need to be driven in the future, sir, please give me a call."

Mr. Baldwin stepped beside me and slipped his hand down between my legs, which I parted for him. "I'll do that, Charles. Who knows, she might have another way to thank you next time."

I was blushing profusely at the implication but I was also hotter than a bitch in heat.

I followed Mrs. Baldwin up the short walk and steps to the front door. I couldn't believe I was naked in their front yard or that they wanted me that way but it was late, the houses spaced well apart and the neighborhood quiet. Mr. Baldwin followed. He had my purse and dress casually over his shoulder.

Once inside, though, Mrs. Baldwin dropped her purse on the entry table and pulled me into the family room. I was by now very familiar with the layout of their home. Although I anticipated where we were going, I didn't know what her sense of urgency meant. Entering the room, she hiked her skirt to her waist exposing her thigh-high stocking and thong. She stripped her thong down her legs and lay length-wise on the long leather sofa, her head resting on the far arm and one leg draped over the back while the other foot remained on the floor.

She looked up at me with a lusty smile. "Our turn for some release..."

I nodded with my own lust-infused smile, my eyes already focused on her spread crotch and pussy. She keeps her pussy cleaned of hair as I was instructed to do. I knelt on the sofa and crawled to her with my mouth zeroed in on her pussy. She gasped as my mouth made contact with my tongue probing immediately into her hole before lapping up her slit to flick her engorged clit. I felt the sofa shift behind me and felt his hands on my raised ass, then what I knew was his cock head probing at my pussy. I gasped into her pussy as he abruptly penetrated my wet and ready hole. The activity in the car had them as excited and aroused as I had seen them. This really does mean they are accepting me, doesn't it?

He thrust hard into me, our bodies impacting with skin on skin smacking, which forced my mouth hard into her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her spread legs to bring my fingers to her mound and clit. My thumbs spread her pussy lips as I happily lapped at her drooling pussy like a contented puppy. I sucked at her juices, probed her hole with my tongue, and nibbled at her rigid clit. With my attention on her clit, I shifted a hand from around her leg to insert fingers into her hole. I started with two fingers but quickly shifted to three and four, driving them and twisting them into her as I sucked and nibbled at her clit. I curled my middle finger in search of her g-spot. Her hips rose sharply and she cried out as the finger rubbed it, as my teeth closed around her connected clit. The connected nerve endings sending jolts of arousal back and forth like pulsing electricity that then radiated through her body.

At the same time, I was fighting to maintain that attention solely on what I was doing to her pussy because of the delicious pounding he was giving me from behind. He leaned forward over me, one hand grasping and mauling a breast while the other hand strummed my own clit as his wonderful cock drove deep into my clenching pussy. He was grunting behind me with each powerful, urgent thrust he pounded at me. This wasn't about me. This was them getting their release but it didn't matter. I was going to give them their release, that was my only goal, but my body was responding in equal measure, especially with him strumming at my clit. It seemed when one cried out their release it was a chain reaction as the room became filled with an obscene lust-infused chorus of moans, groans, gasps, and screams. I collapsed into her slick pussy, my knees giving way as he sagged onto my back. We lay in that heap of pulsing, gasping, panting flesh for minutes.

We lay like that quietly, the only sound being our heavy breathing. Then, she quietly, calmly exclaimed, "Husband... it is nice... to have our... slut back with us."

I felt him flex his hips into mine, his softening cock jerking inside my pussy that I squeezed around him. "Yes, dear... very nice... indeed." I almost purred with contentment at hearing them talk over me.

When we finally, reluctantly it seemed, separated, he was pulling his pants back up and fastening his belt, closing his zipper. She swung her feet to the floor and tugged her dress down over her thighs. I stood before them expectantly.

Mr. Baldwin sagged down next to his wife. "Karen... pour three snifters of brandy, please."

I turned toward the well-stocked bar along the wall. If I didn't actually skip along the way, that was how I was feeling. The mirrored wall behind the bar and behind the shelves holding the many bottles of different liquor reflected my image back to me. My face shined with the juices from Mrs. Baldwin's pussy and orgasm. I parted my legs and saw the inner thighs also glistened with the combination of Mr. Baldwin's cum and my own. I shivered. Not from cold, they kept the house comfortably conditioned. It was continued excitement. My nipples remained hard. After those weeks of being 'good' for the divorce, being with them like this felt so good and right.

I placed the three snifters on a tray and delivered them. They offered up their glasses and we clinked them together before I sat in a chair facing them.

"To you, Karen," Mrs. Baldwin offered.

"Me, ma'am?"

"Yes, Karen, to you," Mr. Baldwin reinforced. I saw him look at his wife who nodded, some indication of confirmation to continue to something they had planned. "Karen, you have brought us much joy and pleasure. We have been very pleased with the way you have served and pleasured us... the way you have blossomed, as it were."

Mrs. Baldwin sipped from her glass and smiled, "Like a beautiful, exotic flower. You have opened your inner self to us, offered your charms, and displayed yourself freely."

I glanced down at my body. I watched my thighs part as far as the chair allowed. My nipples were still erect. My breasts rose and fell with my increased breathing. I didn't know what to say so I let my free hand roam from my breast to pussy. I watched their eyes follow my hand. I watched as their eyes followed my finger slipping through my pussy lips and sink into my hole. I watched as their eyes followed my finger to my mouth. A shy smile formed on my lips as I sucked the finger. Large smiles formed on their faces.

Mr. Baldwin continued smiling. "Yes... in a short time you have grown into an exotic, erotic, lustful flower of a woman." I sipped from the glass. I waited. They had something for me. Something they were building to. "Earlier tonight you again offered yourself to us. You re-affirmed your desire to serve and please us. You re-affirmed your desire to be our submissive slut... to please us... to serve us... to obey us." I nodded firmly. My voice disappeared with the excitement of anticipation. "You confessed the desire to serve and please us that reflected your deep desire but didn't really resolve the issues remaining for your immediate future... job and living." I nodded more. My eyes flicking back and forth between them. Their free hands were moving over each other's thighs. Both hands were high up the other's thigh at the crotch. Mrs. Baldwin's skirt was again pushed up exposing that leg.

Mrs. Baldwin gasped out, "Tell her, James. We have a proposition for you. Tell her." She moaned. His hand was pressed firmly between her thighs. Her hand grasped his crotch. He was hard, again. My own fingers returned to my breast as I watched, waited, anticipated.

Mr. Baldwin smiled. He was teasing his wife and prodding me. I leaned back and lifted each leg over the arms of the chair. Fully opened to them I thrust two fingers of my free hand into my messy pussy. They stopped their teasing of each other but it didn't stop me. I masturbated in front of them. I clumsily set my glass down on a side table, one hand in my pussy, the other strumming my clit viciously. They waited. They watched. I performed. Openly, brazenly, boldly. It only took moments for me to orgasm before them. My body tensed, stiffened, my hips rising from the seat, boldly displayed before them as my body shivered and my pussy pulsed open and closed around my fingers. I sagged back to the seat panting. I remained as I was, boldly displayed, panting and flushed.

They both were smiling. They had stopped teasing each other and were only watching my display.

Mr. Baldwin continued. "Yes... like that. You want to be our slut, don't you?" Yes. "You want to be our submissive slut?" Yes. "You want to obey us in whatever we want from you?" YES. "You want to please us with your body in any way it might please us?" YES. "Even if it pleases us to share your body as long as we protect you?" YES. ALL OF IT. "You will eagerly and willing learn to use your body to give pleasure in the most erotic and slutty ways to please us and others?" YES. He smiled. "Come and stand her in front of us, slut." I quickly but awkwardly sprang to my feet. I stood between them in the space created by them by moving their legs to the sides. He looked at my pussy, about eye level for him. He looked up at me as if I should know something. I spread my feet. He leaned forward and slipped two fingers into my pussy. I gasped. The rawness of the display. But it was only beginning. She also leaned forward to insert her two fingers alongside her husband"s. I moaned and gasped. Four fingers inside me randomly sawing in and out. My eyes closed. I felt my own hands grasp my breasts as they used my pussy. I felt my clit pinched and my eyes opened as I gasped and looked down at the fingers between my legs. I shivered as I moaned. They used me like a toy. I stood, open, available. It felt humiliating in one regard and satisfying in another. I gave myself to them and they were taking me. My legs shook under me as my body responded to their thrusting fingers and manipulation of my clit.

Then... the fingers were gone. I looked down with need, with frustration, with built-up lustful need. Their fingers were out in front of them. I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, and they inserted their fingers. I sucked my juices off them. I moaned more. They were no longer touching me but this act continued my arousal. Service. I was aroused to be at their service!

Satisfied, I sat back on my heels. My knees spread, I straighten my back and thrust my breasts out before me proudly.

"You make us very happy, Karen." It was Mr. Baldwin. "Our proposition for you. We immensely enjoy the time you spend with us serving and pleasing us. But does it solve your living questions?"

I shook my head. My eyes watched each of them. "No, sir. But... it is my desire."

Mrs. Baldwin added, "We know, dear. That's why we considered the issue ourselves." They considered it? I welcome their input but I have no marketable skill after not working so long. I'm not sure the alimony will be sufficient to live on.

Mr. Baldwin reached forward and gently grasped a nipple. I remained as I was. Mrs. Baldwin did the same, taking hold of the other nipple. While holding my nipples, he continued.

"We want you to be our submissive slut full-time. We want you to live here, to be our submissive, to be our... maid if you will. You would take care of the house, provide our meals, do what we say, and be available for our pleasure whenever we want it."

My eyes opened wide. What it looked like on the outside, I wasn't sure. Inside, my body flooded with warmth and despite the heat washing through me, I shivered. My face quickly radiated a huge smile.

"Seriously? Sir? Ma'am? You would do that for me?"

He laughed loudly which drowned out my response. "Yes... well, it is to help you but it is as much for us you should realize." He paused to consider my reaction. As if being satisfied, "We will set up a salary to build for your future. You'll have a bedroom. An account for all household items necessary. You'll be completely covered in health and other needs. Along with taking care of the house, you will take care of us... and anyone else." He continued to watch me closely. "Do you want time to think about it?"

I smiled. "No, sir... ma'am. I don't need to. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Whatever I might have thought could come from that first time in his office... whatever I might have thought could come from the weekends with them... whatever I might have thought might come from getting the divorce notice and guiltily acting as the innocent, aggrieved wife... this was the perfect, the ultimate outcome. My entire being felt content. This allowed me complete fulfillment of my deepest desire. I could serve them, please them to my heart's content.