N.U.D.E. Ch. 04

"Take your panties off."

She obeyed in an instant, arousing me yet again by bending over so provocatively as her tits spilled out of the tiny bra cups.

"Now wank for me. Show me how a bad girl cums," I ordered, taking up my role of Domme again. A cruel sense of dominance overtook me as I watched her pleasure herself, her fingers delicate but hard in their rubbing of her hairy cunt. That fuzz would have to go!

All she had on now was her bra, that near useless item that did nothing but accentuate her enormous tits. She was big, bigger than me and had been probably hiding them in shame of their size. No more. I would see to that.

God, I loved her face as she masturbated. She was surprising me with the length of time she was taking to cum, but then I had stopped her. No, I had forbidden her to.

"Darling, you can cum any time you like. Like me to touch you?"

"Please, please, please," she pleaded.

"Come closer you poor little thing," I invited, sounding seductive, almost pitying in my tone; and then I quickly rammed two fingers hard into her cunt, cruelly, watching her expression change, and laughed as I did it. "If you want to be my slut you will have to accept that I come first, that I can be as cruel or as nice as I like, that you will have to serve me food, pour my drinks, and generally do as I tell you. Are you ready for that?" I asked as my fingers played mercilessly with her cunt, knowing instantly that this would work for her and bring her off. I heard the change in her breathing, saw the breasts heave, felt the juice flow freely. Finally, there was the scream, piercingly loud and unlikely to have failed to penetrate the thick oak door to the open plan. There was a hard knock on the door. I would ignore it. Shouts to ask if everything was alright. I ignored it. More bangs.

"It's OK!" I shouted, eventually, controlling the irritation in my voice. "We turned the TV on for the NASDAQ but got the wrong channel and way too loud. Oprah had some fighting contestants. I think the cleaners have been watching movies not working at night. It's all OK now."

"Yes, Miss Ponsonby," came the muffled reply from outside. Thank God for that lock! "Sorry to have disturbed you."

"No, no, it shows good citizenship at work Caroline. We are having a special meeting, so I'll speak to you later. I am pleased with your response."

Well, it was true but she was the nosiest, most interfering secretary anyway. In fact, she needed a good spanking. A cruel thought was nestling in my brain, but then I had other things and people to attend to. I pulled Becky down onto me and kissed her hard on the lips, soon wrestling tongues as she accepted quickly the lure of being bisexual and pressed her tits hard against me, feeling those superbly hard nipples through the silk of my blouse. They were like fingers pressing against my own teats. So many games to play with them, I thought. Then I pushed her to the floor, opened my legs once more and gave her the most important command,

"Lick my cunt, now."

Oh, how she licked! There was no hesitation. That hard tongue of hers that had tasted and traced the cock of Tom the mail man was now lathing my clitty. I stroked her fine blonde hair, making little moans as she worked at my smooth snatch. I felt my desire build rapidly. She was playing my pussy like a fine instrument, taking it from soft, quiet pieces to loud, rousing crescendos then quiet, and soft, then up to those peaks, over and over until I felt the flood of my first orgasm by her build from my clitoris and radiate out across my body. Every part of me shook and spasms of pleasure overcame any reason. I bit my lip, stopping the scream that wanted to come out. It was almost too much. I wanted to stop at one, but she cupped my breasts through the silk. They were now tender and aroused. She pushed me back in the chair. It was my turn to feel helpless. Her tongue traced right around my outer labia, setting off little pulses of pleasure, then attacked my clit like a demented conductor waves his baton. I came again and again until my body was satiated and the shaking stopped.

She stayed kneeling between my legs, sobbing quietly. Why? I lay back, unable to move, to respond, to even stroke her hair and reassure her. I could not function for a long time, but I knew I loved this woman. I loved having her at my feet, pleasuring me, I know, but there was more to this. It had been a very physical encounter but something else was happening in this room.

"Thank you, Mistress." I heard her whisper to me. "Thank you for helping me find myself. Well, you and Tom. I know I am ok now, I am a real woman."

It took a supreme effort on my part to sit up and stroke her lovely long hair; so fine, so silky. I still could not speak. Though the shaking was now completely gone, I was exhausted. Yes, something more than sex had just happened; despite the act being so blatantly physical.

Another few minutes passed, while Becky eventually stopped sobbing and I got my energy and voice back. I took her face in my hands, gesturing her to stand up. I stood too, planting a long, passionate kiss on her lips as our bodies pressed together. We were the same height, both ample breasted, both blonde, but there the equality ended. I was her Mistress and I would care for her, just as in her way she would for me. I broke away, seeing the instant disappointment in her eyes, but I had to give her that assignment.

"I have a task for you. It is unusual, but I need you to be kept away from the politics of the office for your own protection and I am giving you something challenging." She said nothing, as if she completely trusted anything I told her, so I carried on. "You are to look at the marketing of the Love Channel Sex shop on 5th and Main. Tony Delgado is the owner. Currently he is a greasy little slime ball to look at, but under that stereotypical exterior is a kind man and one keen to have your help. That you will give him, but you are not to take any nonsense. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes I do," she said excitedly and to my great delight without question. "When do I start Miss..er...Mistress?"

"Today. I'm giving you a week to probe his accounts, check location, bring in shop designers and do well, whatever you please really. Work your magic on the business, and work it on him too. If you like him, fuck him or spank him. I do not care, but I want you to prove yourself. Now," I stopped talking, delving in my handbag to retrieve a gold company account card endorsed with her name. "My PA organised this late yesterday. You are to liaise only via her as I trust Yvette with anything. In fact, I have plans to add her to my new harem." I laughed to myself, but realised that was not far from the truth, though I knew I wanted men as well.

"Thank you Mistress, thank you."

She kissed me so hard and passionately having taken the card that my pussy began to regain life, sending signals that it needed a good seeing to again. I ignored it, with much disappointment, but I knew I had more things to do. Besides, I had to prepare everything for that appointment with Emilie de Caune, the Company Secretary, and the thought of seeing those pert little titties pressing behind her usually expensive blouses was almost too much. I couldn't wait to find out what was really going on with those directors. I just knew I would get it out of her, one way or another. Also, I had a 3 O'clock at N.U.D.E. today and there was so much to do. I had no idea what Dominic had in mind for that session. I was no good at guessing his particular brand of therapy.

"Well, hurry on. Go see Tony. And.."

"Yes, Mistress?"

"You have not asked me what I will say to Jason Banks, which in itself is interesting."

"I have no need to Mistress. If I had not got this, I had determined to resign and just serve you."

"I'm glad you have not, because though our relationship is Domme and Sub as I understand it, and forgive me if I am naïve in these things, I would never have accepted your resignation. No, you are going to fight him and win, using some pretty novel ways I have no doubt."

I smiled, watching her get dressed. Oh, those breasts were so lovely. Not as firm as mine but nature had given them a wicked animism. I wanted to play with them as much as I could.

"No panties. It is my only rule. Well, for now." I ordered, as she was just about to pick them up from the floor.

"Sorry Mistress," she said, then smiled, clearly happy with this edict. She tossed them straight into the bin. An interesting find for the cleaning ladies, I thought.

When we were both tidied up, having straightened our skirts and buttoned up anything that had buttons, we brushed each other's hair in perfect silence. There was no need to speak. In such a short space of time, and such a sexual episode at that, we were in harmony. I did not know why, but I suspected it had something to do with my time at N.U.D.E. Ltd.

We kissed for the last time that week. I would not see her until her assignment was done and I had completed mine.

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Emilie de Caune, our Company Secretary, walked into the Ivory Club Restaurant like a model on the catwalk, her shoulders draped with a fur which I hoped was a fake. She had had her flaming red hair cut in a modern bob and her face looked as if she had specially visited the beautician this morning it was so perfectly made up. Her green silk dress looked new, its front a deep vee separating pert breasts that were clearly unfettered by any bra. Her matching shoes were high, adding to her already tall frame and pushing her hips forward so seductively. A long necklace in platinum hung from the gorgeous long neck, its pendant drawing eyes to the firm curves of those partially revealed tits. Nothing she wore was an accident, everything had purpose and meaning.

I had another of those flash-backs I kept getting about my recent sexual experiences. This one took me to the boardroom yesterday where Emilie had for the first time come to my attention as a promising if repressed sexual being. I had been sitting on the board table, deliberately to disorientate the other executives, and had positioned myself so that my stockinged feet were on the board table and she had a perfect view up my skirt that had 'accidentally' ridden up my thighs. I found it so exciting, knowing that she would see my naked cunny. I loved the exposure but it was also a strategy to both allure and be a smokescreen to distract the members from my real agenda. I also had a theory about her. She was married to another board member, Daniel Francois de Caune, our Human Resources Director. It was a strange alliance, he being so asexual if not homosexual, I could not be sure, but they had no children and it seemed he did not want any. I disliked him intensely, not trusting his motives.

His wife, however, was another story. I had never got close to her, but then again that was before my visits to sex therapy. That time in the board room had raised my curiosity at two levels: her part in the attempted 'coup' (was she follower or instigator?) and her as a person. Would she fuck with me, to put it crudely? Well, to say it honestly, seeing her in that dress made the second one more than just a case of being curious. She was stunning!

"Emilie!" I greeted, smiling while holding her gaze then deliberately letting my eyes drop to take in the expanse of flesh between neck and navel. Those tits were doing an amazing job holding the dress together, though I saw the glint of a little platinum pin a few inches under the bust that said this was not all magic. Was I imagining it or were her nipples hardening as I looked? I held her hand in greeting, not letting it go when perhaps it was appropriate to do so, but instead looked back into her eyes and pulled her forward to kiss her on both cheeks. Again, I made the kisses a little longer, a little more intimate. I delighted in her inability to say a word, but noted the rise and fall of her bosom. I'd helped it along by ensuring the back of my hand, which was lifted to my bosom, pressed one of those hardening teats as we came together in greeting. It was a deliberate test of strength of will as I kept her there that little bit longer, our hands trapped between us in greeting. She did not attempt to break, but the heave of her breasts and their obvious arousal said such a lot. Yes, I was in control.

"Come, you look lovely, come and sit at the table," I invited, gesturing her to sit but never taking my eyes away from hers, even when she looked away. When she glanced down to secretly check and admire her own sexy breasts my eyes were there when she looked up again.

"I'm so glad you could come and wow, how gorgeous you look. Why, if I was that husband of yours I would be fucking you all lunch hour!" I said, smiling and then quickly changing the subject while offering her the table d'hotel menu, "So, what do you think we need to do with the business Emilie? I want your opinion and no one else's."

I could see her eyes widen and she scanned my body too, taking an indecent length of time looking between my titties at my 'accidentally' unbuttoned blouse. It had taken me some time to steel the courage to do this, especially in this posh restaurant, no matter how much I had discovered my love of exhibitionism. However, it was such fun and made me wet just doing it, plus seeing the reaction on her pretty face. Well, not just her face. Her tits now had continuously huge teats struggling to get out along with their pert globes underneath. I could only imagine how long and hard those nipples would be when suckled in my mouth or pinched between my fingers. I knew now that she had dressed to please me, not just to meet me. What wonderful power!

"I - I - can't agree with my husband," she stammered. It was as if getting those words out had taken some effort, coming as they did first with hesitation and then almost blurted. Did I detect fear in her eyes as she had darted them back and fore around the room when she said it, almost conspiratorially? "He wants to take over with Julian, that egotistical bastard. He has been badgering me incessantly with their grand plan, which is totally flawed in my view. Your father had a vision and quite rightly knew it would take time to achieve it. They want to run before they can even walk, but what can I do? He is my husband, well at least in name, and if I did what I wanted to do then he could turn very nasty."

Well, this had taken an unusual turn. I had asked for her view and I was getting more than I had bargained for. I kept my gaze steady, concerned expression on face, hand touching her thigh in a gesture that reassured, yet hopefully aroused. I stroked that firm thigh through silk. So erotic, especially as her dress had ridden up her legs and more than a little stocking-covered flesh was showing. My fingers had only to move an inch further and I would have contact with her shapely leg. I sensed her posture change, saw her skin blush, and just knew something would happen with this woman.

"So, let me explain some other plans I have for the business," I offered, not responding immediately to her revelations about the plot, but letting my hand slide the silk higher up her thigh until my fingers touched her warm stockinged leg, hold-up lace like embossed paper. I heard her quiet gasp as I continued. "I want us to expand into some biometric engineering products and services, using our software and hardware expertise to exploit the market in psycho-sexual research and the accompanying pleasure market that is growing exponentially. In fact, right next door to our offices is a clinic where the owner and main therapist has developed an astonishing set of machines to not only assess sexual arousal, but also to stimulate lost libidos in men and women. In fact, I have been going there to unblock my own sexual hang-ups and enjoy my greatest desires."

I stopped a minute, watching her, letting my hand talk for me.

"Emilie, I think we have a new product line that is controversial, but that's an advantage for sales; plenty of publicity. There will be never-ending demand," I said enthusiastically, my hand now stroking in tiny circles the bared skin between her stocking tops and her pussy. She was opening her legs like a slut. I loved every minute of touching her, not even stopping when the wide-eyed little waitress (beautiful too I noticed) came to offer us some pre-meal drinks. I didn't let up either with my ideas. "I've experienced two of his products that I mistakenly thought were just simple GSR and ECG machines. Honey, it was only later that it was explained to me that both these gadgets used electro-feedback, through sound and electro-magnetic pulses calibrated to work 'under the radar' of human awareness yet subliminally feeding the body. Can you imagine having your cunt licked out while your whole body has been hot wired to multiply the pleasure sensations?"

"Please, I cannot take it much longer..."

"Take what?" I asked, feigning innocence as I always did now when I wanted to gain more control.

"Your hand...not touching me, you know, there!" she hissed under her breath, trying to not be heard by other diners.

"So Emilie, you want me, another woman, to touch your pussy? Is that what you are saying?" I pressed, using a tone that was at once light and yet a little mocking of her weakness. I let my finger tips reach only a couple of millimetres from her cunt lips. I wondered if there were no panties as the heat coming from her sex seemed to confirm it, as well as the wisps of hair that brushed my fingers. I asked directly, slightly loudly too, "And are you without panties my little minx?"

"Yes Helene," she whispered, her face an expression of ultimate desire and yet perversely intense shame showed in the blush that had spread everywhere visible.

"Why, you are a naughty one aren't you?"

"Yes Helene, I...."

"I what?"

"I want to be with you; ever since the boardroom, and to be honest for a long time...Please?"

Had she been instructed to do this by her husband or was this genuine? Should I touch her cunny and let it lead us to the bedrooms above the restaurant? Or test her more first? Could they be trying to use her to keep me out of the way for some reason or put me off their scent, making me think she was on my side? Suddenly I had a moment of self-doubt. Was this a touch of the old, staid me coming back? Or was I being sufficiently careful as a business owner? Besides, her husband was plotting against me. Fuck them! I let my fingers delve between her swollen sex. She was so wet, so very wet, and her cunt seemed small and tight around the two fingers I plunged into her pussy.

"Tell me honey cunt," I ordered rather than asked, "Has your husband ever fucked you? You seem so virginal, so tight.

"Oh no, that is the problem."

I let the tips of my fingers tease and pull at her cunt lips, sensing her wetness increasing. I watched her sexy little tits heave as she caught her breath.

"I don't know why I am telling you all this. You make me suddenly feel it's ok to talk to you?" She moaned slightly as my fingers plunged a little deeper, then withdraw. She continued. "He never uses the 'front door'. You see, I am bi-sexual and I thought he was, but now I know he is gay. He prefers virgin men's arses to mine, though sometimes he uses me as a fuck toy. I like that, as he is so dominant when he is mounting me and skewering my anus. Ever had your little arse fucked?"

Where was this going? One minute I had been calling the shots, now she wanted to know about my sexual preferences and her language and tone suggested she wanted to be top. No, that would never do. But I had no need to worry...

"Forgive me Helene, I...I get so explicit when horny and ...oh....your fingers in my..."