My Boss, My Slave Ch. 02

After my girlfriend Carrie and I had our fun with her boss with my little Commander (a small toy I got in a Cracker Jack box that just happens to allow me to command a person's actions), Renee seemed a little out of sorts for a few days. I guess losing several hours and waking up in a slutty outfit with dried cum all over one's face will do that to a person. Still, it wasn't very long before things were back to normal, and my girlfriend started getting frustrated at her lack of management skills.

"She keeps riding everybody for not cleaning up when we totally DO clean up!" Carrie told me one day after work. "She just has this bad attitude that spreads to everybody and everyone always has a bad day!" She sat back into the couch cushions and pouted, taking a swig of red wine.

"Well, sounds like she needs an attitude adjustment." I stated matter-of-factly, eliciting an arched eyebrow and the beginnings of a smile from Carrie.

"Are you talking about..." she started, not needing to finish.

"You work tomorrow, right?" I innocently asked.

The next day, I dropped Carrie off at work and managed to get Renee positioned into seeing my Commander long enough for me to press the button and light up the little light that meant I now had her in my total control. "Renee," I started confidently, "you will feel yourself getting more and more horny for every hour you work, and you are not allowed to masturbate or have sex, or participate in any other form of sexual release until I say so." I turned the Commander off and Renee returned to the middle of her sentence I interrupted. I bought some coffee and left, wishing my girlfriend an interesting day at work.

Over the course of the week I heard increasingly more interesting stories from work. Apparently on Tuesday, Renee accidentally called out "COCK!" when she meant Clark, and on Wednesday Carrie saw her shaking and staring off into space for several minutes while her hands twitched nervously at the hem of her shirt. By Friday, she was a complete mess, moaning in pleasure at accidentally touches of someone's hand when they handed over money to pay for their drinks, and she was flushed and breathing heavily all the time.

That Friday night, Carrie and I had been invited to a college party by one of her coworkers, and it seemed like it was about time to let Renee get her release before she went completely crazy. "Renee," I began after turning on the Commander, "come to this party tonight. Wear something sexy. While at this party, you can fuck as much as you've been wanting to. Once you leave, you'll return home and remember nothing of the night." I gave her the address of the party and a time to show up, about an hour after we were planning on getting there. We definitely didn't want to miss the show.

The party was just getting started as we got there, since we were just too old to actually show up at a "cool" time. We had a few drinks and surveyed the apartment, guessing where the action might happen and where would be the best places to watch from. Renee showed up right on time, exactly when I had told her. She didn't even knock on the door, she just flung herself inside, revealing the same outfit I had her buy last time we had fun with her. It must've been the only sexy clothes she had, or she was even more of a real slut than I thought, because the tight braless corset and the open-crotch panties really showed just how turned on she was, or maybe how cold it was outside when you're barely wearing anything.

While most of the room (that was paying attention) was surprised at the sudden arrival of a stripper or something, one alpha frat bro decided he was going to be involved in whatever was about to go on here, and moseyed up to the half-naked woman. "Hey..." oh god, he's trying to be smooth, "nice shoes. Wanna fuck?" If you could see the self-assured smile on this douchebag's face you'd be trying as hard not to laugh as I was. Of course, I think we all could see what was going to happen next.

"Yes." It was a word that I'd be hearing a lot from Renee that night, me and the rest of that party. Anyway, that's when it started. The older, black-haired woman kissed the frat guy hungrily, surprising even him (but only for a moment). Renee clumsily ripped his belt off and lowered his pants enough that she could reach inside, and began jacking his cock roughly. As soon as he was hard enough (which wasn't a very long wait, as you can imagine), she crouched down in front of him and took his cock as far down her throat as she could manage.

"I thought she said she didn't do that!" Carrie whispered to me, giggling. Her hand was on my thigh, rubbing my leg right next to my growing hardon. She winked at me conspiratorially, and went back to watching the show, along with the many goggle-eyed partygoers seeing this explicit sex right in front of them. I'm sure some of them didn't like it, probably thought the party was trying too hard or something like that. For the rest of us, the scene had advanced, and Renee was on her hands and knees, grunting like an animal as she tried to pull this guy right into her dripping wet pussy. I swear on his first awkward stroke, Renee came. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opened wide, her fingers spread involuntarily... then seconds later she made one of the sexiest moans I've ever heard. It's amazing what a week's worth of teasing will build up to.

Renee's mouth was quickly filled by an impatient looker-on, and the sound of gagging accompanied her frenzied moans. Carrie and I started idly touching each other more than we had been, watching her boss being shiskafucked right in front of us. Other guys were edging closer to the sex, in hopes that they'd be able to get a piece of the action, while still not seeming too creepy. Well, except for a couple of the guys who already had their dicks out and were just stroking them, waiting their turn. Lucky for them, Renee had plenty in her for everybody that night. Hell, she had plenty of everybody in her at one point or another.

I saw her get double-teamed by several pairs of guys, have foursomes a few times when guys tried out her ass and she didn't stop them. Load after load fell over her face, across her back, in her mouth... probably a few let off inside her too, I wouldn't be surprised. The party caught the intense sexual energy created by my girlfriend's boss, and people were either watching or participating, or participating in their own independent makeout/fuck sessions. Carrie and I ended up going home after an hour or so and had quite a bit of fun ourselves. I hear that Renee called in the next day at work and the next time my Carrie saw her, she seemed confused about herself... but not as confused as she was at all the young men who suddenly seemed to be very attracted to her.