The Order

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Mila Jansen stands in front of the mirror, admiring her form in a new low-cut blue top showing ample cleavage.  With her firm D-cup titties, the fifty-two-year-old woman was proud that she still had the goods.  A flutter ripples through her belly as Mila takes in her sexy visage with a new leather skirt.  ‘Whatever will they think of me at work?’ she wonders.  ‘Will they comment or just ignore my new look?’  The questions linger in her mind.  This is a culmination of a massive change in Mila’s personality.

Since her difficult menopause phase of life ended, the blonde-haired woman had rediscovered her sexuality.  Free of the monthly cycle that all women endure, she found her libido had increased.  Unfortunately, her husband had not fared well into his late adulthood, with chronic impotence hindering any sexual outlet she had (apart from masturbation).

Her biggest sexual fantasy had always been dominating men.  She wants to control them and make them her sexual playthings.  She knows her chance to live out such a fetish has to be now because she’s not getting any younger.  While her looks and body still hold, this might be the only time she gets to live out her fantasy.  Dressing provocatively at work is the first step.  There are men at work she knows who have crushes on her, and she hopes to push them for something more.

Even her work friend and underling Sara Nielsen, an attractive woman in her early forties, has been making Mila feel horny, and she would desperately love to have sex with her too.  However, she’s unsure about pushing that yet.  A come-on like that at work could be sexual harassment.  After being at Odense Stål for ten years, getting fired for that would be humiliating.

There is one man at her workplace she knows who has a massive crush on her, and she thinks he might be just the kind of man that would allow her to dominate him.  Danny Hansen is a shift supervisor on the factory floor with the Computer Numerical Control (CNC) machines.  He’s forty-two, single, and an attractive blond-haired guy who lives in Ulbølle, a small town located on the island of Funen in south-central Denmark, in the Svendborg Municipality.  The factory is in Odense, and Danny commutes there every day, a forty-five-minute drive.

After a few final touches of her makeup and some spritzes of perfume, Mila gets into her car and heads to work.  She is meeting with a new client this morning and hopes to secure a big order for the company.  However, her job is more than just sales.  Others also make sales, like Sara.  Mila is responsible for ensuring orders are completed and delivered on time.  She is a production manager involved in these sales meetings because she can advise if the factory’s production capability can manage the order and how long it would take.

It’s going to be a good day,’ she thought as she drove to work from her town of Ryslinge.

*****

The meeting had been going well until it hit a snag.  A blond-haired German man from Opel dressed in a dark suit with a constipated look sits opposite.  He’s thin, with an angular face and a pointy nose.  His tone is curt and bossy.  Not even flashes of Mila’s cleavage are enough to relax him, even though he’s staring at her tits a lot.  It’s making her nipples hard and pussy wet.

She glances over her calculations again and sighs.  “I’m sorry, Friedrich.  But the numbers don’t add up.  No company in Europe could complete this order in six months.”

“It’s an emergency,” he repeated, making Mila and Sara sigh.  “We need this part made fast because there’s a faulty part in our latest hybrid cars.  The recall will cost the company millions once it gets out.  We want to be on top of it before too much damage is done to our brand.  Replacing this part with the new one we want you to make will fix the problem.”

“How many companies have you been to before us?” Sara asked politely.

“Ten,” he said gruffly.

“And they all told you the same thing, I suppose.  Six months to completion is impossible,” Mila said calmly.

Suddenly, Friedrich smiled.  “Look at this as an opportunity,” he said warmly.  “The business that does this for us within the time frame will get a lot of repeat orders from us.  That would be worth millions to this company.  I know I would like to keep our relationship close,” he said to Mila and glanced at her tits again.  “I have always admired your, err, operation here.”

Mila sighs.  She does not find the man that attractive and knows how these traveling representatives have reputations for fucking women (and maybe men) everywhere they go.  “I can tell you enjoy our hospitality, Friedrich.  But I’ll have to speak to Kyle about it.  Only he can give the go-ahead on something like this.”

Kyle is the company’s CEO and owner, and Mila hopes the man will say no.  The order is just too big.

“Sure,” Friedrich said, standing.  “I’ll call you in a few hours to get your final decision.  We’ll even throw in a ten million Euro bonus if you can finish the order in six months.”

Mila feels hot and somewhat breathless.  It’s the most significant order in her company’s history, and she’s worried Kyle will be too busy goggling the zeros instead of thinking pragmatically about it.  The German representative from Opel leaves after one last lingering look down Mila’s cleavage.  His slacks seem more prominent at the front.

The order isn’t the only thing too big,’ Mila thought as she took in his massive bulge.  ‘He’s packing some serious heat in those pants.’

“What a creep,” Sara said with a sneer after he left.  “Did you see the way he was staring at you?”

Mila laughs lightly.  “I don’t know,” she said.  “It’s nice to know I’ve still got it, I suppose.”

“Well, yeah, of course, you’ve still got it,” Sara said, sucking up a bit.  “Hmm, is that a new blouse?  I don’t think I’ve seen you wearing it here before.”

“Yeah, do you like it?”

“It’s, err, pretty,” Sara said, blushing.  “It brings out your assets.”

Mila stands and heads to the door.  “It does indeed.  I need to speak to Kyle.  Arrange for Danny to come to my office for a meeting in thirty minutes.  I need to discuss with him how we can increase production to cover this order.”

Sara’s eyebrows rise.  “You don’t think—”

Mila cuts her off.  “When Kyle sees how much they’re willing to pay, he’ll forget reason and common sense.”

“Then we’ve got a shitty six months ahead if he approves this order.”

Mila guffaws.  You mean, I’ve got a shitty six months ahead if he approves this order,” she said and left the room.

Sara sniffs at the lingering perfume in the air left by Mila.  Her pussy dribbles as she thinks about the cleavage she’d also been staring at during the meeting.  ‘God, pull your shit together, Sara,’ she scolded herself.  ‘You’re no lesbian.  Stop thinking about Mila’s tits.’  But she can’t and slips off to the toilets to rub one out.

*****

Thirty minutes later, Danny stood outside Mila’s office, anxiously checking his watch. He took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

“Come in,” Mila calls from inside.

He stepped into Mila’s office.  The large, disorganized desk took up most of the room’s space, and a single armchair sat in front of the desk.  One wall had shelves stocked with trade magazines and various company manuals.  A TV sat on top of one of the filing cabinets.  The office’s back wall was bare except for a tall window on either side of the desk overlooking Odense as the sun sank below the skyline.  These are the perks that come with top-level management.

Mila was sitting behind her desk when Danny walked in. She did not look up from her work as she greeted him.  “Have a seat.”

Danny sat in the armchair.  He’s wearing orange overalls, having just come from the factory floor.  There was a smell of sweat and grease accompanying him.  Mila closed the folder and leaned forward.  He met her eyes but quickly dropped his gaze to her lips.  ‘No, no good,’ Danny thought, dropping his gaze further to her bare cleavage.  ‘Too far,’ he thought.  Danny settled on her nose, which wasn’t as piercing as her eyes or distracting as the rest.  He straightened in the chair.

She smiled and leaned back in her chair.  “At ease, Danny.  You’re not in trouble or anything.  I invited you here to ask for your help.”

“My help?”

“Yes.  I have a special order that’s now our priority job, and I think you’re just the person to help me get it over the line. You’re familiar with Opel cars, yes?”

She placed a hand on the file she was reading when he entered.

“Oh, of course.  But that’s a big company for an operation like ours, don’t you think?”

She held up her hand.  “They’re in trouble and have asked for our help.”

“OK.  What’s the job?”

She hands him the specs for the replacement part Opel wants them to make.  Danny scans it and nods.

“We could make them.  There’s no problem with that,” Danny said, handing back the specs.  “But it’ll take a while if they want a lot of them.”

“We have six months to make two million units.”

Danny gasps.  “No way.  Even if we put all our other jobs on the back burner, it’d take at least ten months to make that many.  Maybe a year, if you consider the normal breakdowns of our CNC machines.  Surely, one of the bigger companies could do it.”

“They want us, and Kyle wants their money,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “So, we’re going to do it.”

He’s staring at her cleavage again.  Then to his surprise, she pulls her top down to expose her titties to him.  “Do you like my titties, Danny?”

A brief blush colored his cheeks.  “Um, ah, yeah.  They’re hot.  But you better put them away before someone walks in.”

“Would you like to touch them?  Maybe suck on them?” Mila asks in a seductive voice.

Words fail him.  He nods wide-eyed.

“Do you like a woman who takes control?”

Well, he certainly hadn’t been expecting that.  “I, um, I mean, I respect a woman’s agency and her ability to take control of a situation and think every woman can and should, uh, have agency in their personal and professional lives and that women want to feel powerful.  I mean, they are powerful, and I—”

Mila smiled and waved her hand to silence him.  “You can just say ‘yes.’  Anyway, that’s the reason why I want you on this project.” She stood and walked around her desk, leaning back against it, her tits still exposed.  Her nipples are hard.  “I need your help to get this order done.  I need you to push the workers.  Keep the CNC machines running.  Kyle said we’ll work twenty-four hours a day to finish this order.  Are you up for it?”

Danny feels his erection in his overalls and adjusts his clothes.  “I’m up for your tits,” he said with a smile.

“If you help me get this order done, you’ll get more than just tits, Danny Hansen.”  She undid his overalls and pulled out his cock, stroking it gently with her fingertips.  “How very nice.” The blonde woman licked her lips and slid them along the length of his cock, occasionally flicking her tongue out to taste him.  “And you taste just wonderful.” She slowly licked him from base to tip, savoring every inch.

“Th-thank you.  It feels excellent.”

She rested a hand on his thigh, holding his cock in the other as she kissed the tip.  “Tell me what feels good.”

Her eyes were on his again, and they seemed hungry.  He moaned a bit.  “Your lips, your tongue, and your hands.”

She slid his cock into her mouth, digging her nails into his thigh as she sucked harder and faster.  Danny moaned again.  He didn’t want her to stop.

“Wait.”

Mila looked up at him, flushed and disheveled.  “Yes?”

“I think you want more than this.”

She smiled.  “I want all of you.  After all, what kind of boss wouldn’t be pleased with someone so devoted to his work?”

She stood and straightened her skirt.  Danny stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers lingering over her exposed titties.  His lips followed, trailing down her body as he sank to his knees.  He ran his hands up her legs, sliding them up her thighs.  She sighed with pleasure and stroked his face.  He hiked up her leather skirt and pressed his lips to the smooth skin of her navel.  He slowly ran his lips down past the edge of her silk panties and kissed her gently through the material.  His lips came away wet as he looked up at her.

“I’ve always wanted to taste you.”

She smiled down at him and tangled her hand in his hair.  “Then taste me.”

The words had hardly left her mouth before he pulled down her panties and put her leg onto his shoulder, cupping her round ass in his hands.  She moaned as he flattened his tongue and licked her pussy, lapping her wetness.  He spread her lips, gently sucking them as he slid his fingers inside her.  He started slow, exploring her warm, wet cunt with his fingers.  He circled her clit with his tongue and gently sucked on it, allowing her to guide him.

There.  Fuck, yes, just like that.”

Her commands were breathy, and her thighs quivered as he obliged, paying particular attention to the places that elicited the most eager and excited gasps.  Danny pressed his fingers deeper into her as she moaned, every muscle in her body tensing against his until, with a gasp, it snapped.  She shivered as she relaxed against her desk and slid her leg off his shoulder, but before loosening her grip, she took his hands and pulled him to his feet.  She smiled at him, brought his hands to her face, and slowly sucked her juices from his fingers.

He was still hard and couldn’t help remembering how those lips had felt wrapped around his cock, or imagining how she would look bent over her desk with her skirt hiked up and panties around her ankles.

“Well, that was quite the performance, wasn’t it?” Mila stroked his face, pulling him out of his fantasy.  She ran her fingers over his lips and smiled.  “But, you have work to do.  Take these specs to IT so they can create the program for the machines.  In the meantime, you’ll have to stop all the current jobs and get ready to start production on the car part.”

“What about this?” he asks, gesturing to his exposed boner.

“What about it,” she said coldly.  “Do your job well, and I’ll consider going further with you.  Now get back to work.”

Danny stuffs his cock back in his overalls.  Thankfully, it’s starting to go down, but his blue balls ache with unfilled sexual need.  Mila shoves her tits back into her top and then hands Danny the specs.

“I want production started tonight,” she said.  “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“Yes, Ms. Jansen,” he said and left.

This might be easier than I thought,’ Mila mused at this turn of events.  ‘I can’t wait to feel that nice cock fucking me.’

*****

Despite Mila’s order to start that night, it takes several days to retool and program the CNC machines to make the car part for Opel.  During that time, they created a new roster so the factory could run 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  Mila is anxious because unforeseen delays decrease their chances of completing the order.  The order has penalties in the contract that would lose any profit the company would make from the deal.  She texts Danny at the end of the day to ask him to meet her in her office.  There’s only one way to work off this nagging anxiety, and Danny is the man for that job.

“What do you think of my new dress?” she asked with a big smile as Danny entered her office that night.

Mila had swapped her work clothes for an elegant evening dress, slit up and down, and whose corset marvelously brought out the finesse of her waist and dreamy titties.

“You are like a queen, Ms. Lorenzo.  The most beautiful queen,” Danny gushed, head bowed.

“Is it not?” she said, touched by the compliment.  “Approach and pay homage to me as it should be.”

Danny quickly undressed until he was naked, dropped to the floor, and crawled closer.  Since his affair began with Mila, he was always naked under his overalls as she ordered.  He humbly kissed the bottom of her dress and stretched face-down in front of her.  Mila put her shoe on his head, then climbed onto his bare back.  She traveled slowly, majestically, taking her time.  Danny was utterly distraught with adoration.  If he felt the painful pressure of her heels, it was nothing compared to the delicious caresses of her dress on his body.  She got off his back, sat on a stool, and turned her back to him.

“Stand and approach,” she commanded.

He obeyed and soon was right behind her.  She spread her elbows.  Danny immediately put his hands on her waist and began caressing her flanks.  Mila grabbed his hands and carried them to her titties.  Sticking them to her breasts, she drew his head against her neck.

Fuck me.  Caress me,” Mila said with a sigh.  “I need it so bad.  This order is driving me insane.”

Danny fervently obeyed this delicious order.  Massaging her titties through her bodice, he covered her shoulders, neck, and ears.  Mila felt the excitement rise in her loins.  She turned, faced him, and unfastened her bodice.  Danny plunged to her titties and kissed them passionately.  He sucked and nibbled her nipples delicately.  She began to groan.

Oh, how I like it when a man sucks my titties like that!  Suck them again.  More.”

As if lashed by these words, Danny redoubled his passion.  He nibbled Mila’s titties a little louder.  She arched back, leaning against the desk.

Ahhh,” she moans.

No longer holding her, Mila seized him brutally by the hair, raised his head, and kissed him.  While their tongues mingled in a fusional kiss, her hand took possession of his cock and caressed it gently, then with increasing vigor.  When she felt it hard, she stroked his cock, making the pleasure last.  She then placed his cock at the entrance of her vagina.  Finally, she abandoned herself to this submissive floor supervisor.

Make me enjoy it, but don’t cum until I say so,” she commanded.

Danny slipped his arms under her legs and raised them, then sank slowly into her velvety cunt.  She stiffened.  What a sensation.  She felt filled.  He dropped a little more and began to thrust slowly.  Mila moaned louder and louder.  Then Danny accelerated his movements.  But to control his pleasure, he had to slow down several times, further exacerbating his lust’s desire and impatience.

When he felt she was ready to enjoy the sex, he pressed against Mila, his lower abdomen caressing her clit.  Under the grip of double excitement, Mila felt like she was going crazy.  She was in the seventh heaven.  She felt herself orgasming.  “Again.  Again…” He pounded her like a madman.  She adored it.  “Yes, like that.  Continue.” Finally, she reached pure ecstasy.  Mila had a powerful orgasm.  Her body shook, and her skin flushed red as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body.  “Ahhhhhhhhh.  Fuck, yeah.  God,” she moaned.

Mila took some time to recover, as her orgasm had been intense.  She regarded Danny, who had pulled out of her and stood before her silently.  He had made her enjoy sex like never before.  She was all the more pleased that he had been able to control his pleasure as she had ordered him.  He was entitled to his reward.  She made him sit on the edge of the desk and then obliged him to bend backward.

“That’s how I like to see a man,” she said.  “Naked, submissive, and offered to my pleasure alone.”

She began to suck and lick his cock and his testicles gluttonously.  His cock became hard again, ready to burst.  But she wanted to make the pleasure last.

“Hold on,” she commanded.

Mila wedged his cock in the hollow of her chest and stroked it with her titties. Arched back, Danny was totally under the influence of the pleasure given to him by his boss.  More than ever, he felt utterly submissive to Mila.  But at the same time, he was tortured.  The urge to enjoy became irrepressible.

“Please, Ms. Lorenzo, please,” he begged.

“Hold on,” Mila shouted.

She continued to caress his cock in her tits.  Then, Danny had an orgasm too.  The man clenched his teeth but could not hold out any longer, and his cock exploded.  His sperm spread over the sublime breasts of his boss.  Danny fell at once on his knees, eyes lowered.

“Pardon, Ms. Lorenzo, forgive me.  It was too strong.  I could not stop it,” he said with an emotional voice.

Mila looked at her submissive man for a moment, smiling, then, with her finger, she raised his chin.  “I forgive you.  Now, clean what you have done,” she said, offering him her breasts.

Guiding him with her hand, Mila made him lick his jizz.  In conclusion, she allowed him still a time to adore her titties, and finally, satisfied, she pushed him to his feet.

“What’s the status of the retooling of the CNC machines,” she asked.

As Danny got back into his overalls and work boots, he said, “We’ll finish it by the morning.  I’m pushing the crew.”

“Good.  Push them as hard as you can.  Push them the same way you push that cock into me.  Their jobs depend on it.”

“Yes, mistress,” Danny said.

“Now, I’m meeting my husband in Odense for a cocktail party with friends,” she said.  “get back to work before I punish you for tardiness.”

“Yes, mistress,” Danny said and left the office, thinking happily about how he had just fucked the woman of his dreams.  It was a dream come true for the lonely man.

However, standing at the doorway to a nearby office is Sara.  She knows something inappropriate is happening and decides to confront Mila about it.  Maybe she could even wrangle a raise for her silence.

*****

The following day, near the end of the shift, Sara goes into Mila’s messy office and sits.  “I’ve subcontracted out two jobs we were doing before Opel came along and threw the place into an uproar.”

Mila chuckles.  “Good work.  I saw the orders, and you did well to keep us in profit on them.”

“Um, can I ask you something?”

“Anything.  What’s up?” Mila asks, noticing Sara going pale.

“Oh, it’s just…” Sara said and paused.  Was she going to accuse her boss of something inappropriate, especially since all her evidence is hearsay?

“Just what?” Mila asked, intrigued by where this was going.

That is, if it was going anywhere, given Sara’s fits and starts.  Sara was already second-guessing her plan about accusing Mila of fucking Danny.  She switched strategies and asked, “How would I ask for a raise?”

“I think you just did,” Mila smiled as she stood.

Sara laughed awkwardly, suddenly feeling completely out of control as she watched her boss walking toward her. “Let me rephrase that.  How would I get a raise?”

“You’ve been here about a year now, right?” Mila said, admiring the woman and her nylon-covered legs.

“Um, yeah,” Sara said, pondering how to push this forward.  “Well, it’s just I’m an excellent employee.  I’m very discreet and saving money for a holiday to the USA.”

“Is that right?” Mila asked and nodded as she noticed the woman’s very lame attempt at subtlety.  “It’s going to cost a lot for a good holiday there,” she added as she finished walking around and hopped onto her desk.

Sara realized she’d already gone too far.  “I’m sorry, Mila.  I was presumptuous to ask for a raise.”

“No worries, it’s OK to ask,” Mila said as she sexily uncrossed her legs and recrossed them.  “The key is being able to convince me why you deserve it.”

“Well, I’m practically doing your job while you focus on the Opel deal.”  Sara paused, deciding this was a perfect time to make it obvious she knew what she knew and yet not say it while still saying it.  “You seem to be having a lot of meetings with Danny lately.”

“I do have to deal with several…” Mila paused, too, for the same dramatic effect the woman had employed, “interesting situations.”

“I bet you do,” Sara said.

“You can’t imagine the crazy situations I have to deal with throughout a given day, thanks to Opel,” Mila said.  “I mean, if I were to consider a raise, first I’d need to know how you’d respond to some complex situations.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I’m considering utilizing assistant production managers for weekday evenings and another for weekends since I can’t be here 24 hours a day,” Mila said, this happening to be true.  But until this conversation, she’d never considered one of those positions filled by Sara.

“You are?” Sara asked, thinking this could be perfect.

“I am,” Mila said.  “Are you interested?”

“Definitely.”

“OK then, let’s conduct a little job interview.  Question one,” Mila said.  “Have you ever been with a woman, Sara?” Mila asked, point blank, thinking this seduction would be different from her aggressive dominations.

“No, never,” Sara said, making this conversation awkward.

“Have you ever wondered?”

“I should get going,” Sara said, suddenly very uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.

“What do you think happened with Danny?  That’s why you’re here, right?”

“I don’t know,” Sara said wide-eyed.

“Take a guess,” Mila ordered, using eye contact to assert her control and power, a powerful intimidation technique.

“Well, he left with an erection,” Sara said.  “I could tell.”

“Yes, he did,” Mila said.  “You see, there are two ways to deal with production workers.  One is to threaten to fire them if they can’t get the job done.”

“Really?

“Yes, or I deal with them myself,” Mila said with a smile.  “Motivate through other means.”

“I see,” Sara said, beginning to feel her boss might be hitting on her.

“How would you deal with a production worker to get him or her to improve their output?” Mila asked, dangling her heel from her toe.

“I don’t know,” Sara said, unsure what she might do.

“OK, then let’s talk it through.  First, you must show the workers who’s boss,” Mila explained.  “You have to make it clear you’re in charge and that you hold their fate in your hands.”

“How do you do that?”

“Intimidation,” Mila said, hopping off her desk.

As she stalked over to her new prey, determined to seduce her and perhaps make the younger woman an assistant manager as well, since Sara had potential, she added, “As I said, you need to show them who’s boss.”

“I see,” Sara said, trembling slightly, as her boss stood directly before her.

“Want a brief roleplay to experience how I might deal with a worker like Danny?” Mila asked.

“Sure,” Sara said.

“I’ll be the boss, and you’ll be Danny.”

“OK.”

“Sit down,” Mila roared right out of the blue, pointing at a chair.

“Y-y-yes, ma’am,” Sara stammered, astonished by the sudden shift in tone as she scrambled urgently to seat herself.

“You have the gall to work slow?  Do you know how important this order is for the company?” Mila demanded, glaring down at her stunned employee.

“Sorry, ma’am, it will never happen again,” Sara quavered, definitely feeling intimidated.

“Do you know I should fire you?” Mila said as she stalked a complete 360 around the bewildered employee.

“Please, no,” Sara begged, trying to act the part.

“Or perhaps I should call your mother,” Mila threatened.  “Let her know how you’re willing to lose a good job out of laziness.”

“Please, no,” Sara said again.

She was roleplaying the scenario.  However, Sara wondered if this was how Mila had dealt with Danny.

“Why shouldn’t I?  You’re lazy,” Mila snapped, loving the dumbfounded look in her employee’s eyes.

“I’m not lazy,” Sara defended her character.  “I just not feeling well today.”

“And how do you plan to make up for that mistake?” Mila asked, her tone still cold but slightly softer.

“Anything,” Sara said.  “I’ll do anything.  Please don’t fire me or tell my mother.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” Mila said.  “Very good.  Then I think we can arrange to keep your indiscretion between you and me.”

“What kind of arrangement?”

“You do a little something for me,” Mila said.

“What do you want me to do?”

Mila strolled back to her desk, hopped back onto it, and ordered, “Crawl to me.”

“Ma’am?” Sara asked, not playacting for the moment but slightly surprised by this new tack.

“Don’t question me. Just fucking do what I say,” Mila growled.

Sara wasn’t sure how far this roleplaying was about to go as she slid off the chair, got onto all fours, and crawled to her boss.

“Good woman,” Mila said and smiled, her tone instantly becoming amicable.

Sara reached her boss’s legs and feet as her boss ordered, “Remove my heels for me.  It’s been a long day.”  Sara wordlessly did.  “Now massage my feet.”

Thinking this had finally gone too far, Sara said, “Mila, I believe we’ve taken this far enough for me to understand your technique.”

“Do you?” Mila asked, looking down at the cute woman.

“Yes, Mila.”

“Well, think of this next bit as part of your job interview for the assistant production manager.”

“Excuse me?” Sara asked, this encounter quickly falling off the rails.

“You came here intending to blackmail me, didn’t you?” Mila asked.

“No,” Sara said, shaking her head.

“Don’t lie to me,” Mila threatened.  “I can always tell when I’m being lied to.”

“OK, OK,” Sara said.  “At first, I did, but then I couldn’t go through with it.”

“I see,” Mila said.  “but you do want the assistant manager’s position, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“And I want someone who’ll massage my feet and eat my pussy whenever I need her to,” Mila said bluntly, gazing down at her bewildered employee.

“Ma’am, I’ve never done that before,” Sara said, shocked by where this was going.

“Perhaps.  But you’ve been demonstrating to me for a year you’re a fast learner,” Mila said as she spread her legs to reveal her pussy, sans underwear.  Sara’s eyes went wide.  She was suddenly staring directly at her boss’s pussy.  “Want the promotion, Sara?” Mila asked.

“I do, I do,” Sara said, her head spinning with possibilities and consequences.

“Look, Sara,” Mila said.  “I need a woman who’s willing to do whatever it takes.  Someone I can trust.  Someone who will do what I ask.  Someone who can be a ball breaker when she needs to be but understands her place, as you mentioned way back at the beginning, ‘underneath’ me.”

Sara was speechless.  She wanted the job and buried her face between her pretty boss’s legs.  Her scent drifted ever so slightly across to her.  Her employer’s womanly scent enveloped Sara, and she felt fireworks on her tongue as she licked the surprisingly tasty pussy.  She’d never considered the possible taste of someone’s pussy, although she had tasted hers off her fingers, and hers usually had no particular taste.  But this was different.  She couldn’t get enough of it.

She licked.

She probed.

Mila moaned and asked, “Are you enjoying your first pussy, Sara?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sara replied mindlessly, focused entirely on the pussy.

“How do I taste?”

“So good, Mila, so good.”

“You understand?  Regardless of whether or not you earn the assistant production manager’s job, this will be one of your regular pastimes from now on,” Mila said.

She loved watching this straight woman suddenly discover the joys of pussy, knowing she’d changed Sara’s sexual trajectory for life.  “Not as a job requirement, but simply because we love doing this together.”

“Yes, Mila, absolutely,” Sara mindlessly agreed, thrilled to know she’d be allowed to eat this pussy again and again.

“You’re a natural pussy licker,” Mila moaned, enjoying the sweet woman’s tongue.

“Thank you,” Sara said as she licked away, thrilled to know she was doing an excellent job since the woman had no idea what she was doing, and eating a pussy was much more nuanced than sucking a dick.

“Yes, now don’t stop,” Mila moaned.  “You’re getting me close.”

“Then please cum on my face,” Sara begged, dying to discover if pussy cum was as tasty as this current pussy wetness.

“You want my pussy juice?” Mila asked.

“Yes, please, I want it so bad.”

She hated swallowing jizz even though, oddly, she’d always enjoyed taking facials, and now she wanted to experience a facial from a female.

“You can beg better than that,” Mila said.

“Oh please, Mila, I’d love you to come all over my face and baptize me as your pet pussy muncher,” Sara extemporized in utter lust.

Oh yes, suck on my clit, you pussy hungry slut.”

Sara obeyed, not at all fazed at being called a slut, as she sucked the swollen clit between her lips and began shaking her head left and right.

Oooooooo, fuck,” Mila screamed as the intense pleasure on her clit triggered her orgasm and squirted all over Sara’s face.

“Yes, so glorious,” Sara moaned, pussy cream splashing her face.

“Such a good cunt licker,” Mila moaned as she enjoyed her orgasm.  As it began to fade, and as nevertheless, Sara kept licking, she decided to return the favor.  “Hop up on my desk,” Mila invited as she pushed the woman’s head away and hopped off the desk.

Sara was pulled to her feet by her boss and helped onto the desk.  Mila spread the woman’s legs and buried her face in the pantyhose and panty-clad crotch.

Oooooooo, my,” Sara moaned, realizing eating Mila had gotten her very wet and horny.

“Shit, you’re soaking wet,” Mila said as she sucked the woman’s wetness through two layers of fabric.

Mila enjoyed eating a pussy through pantyhose but not through panties.  She reached for some scissors and cautioned, “Don’t move.”

“OK.”

She watched her boss open up her pantyhose, quickly snip her thong into a couple of pieces, pull it out, toss it away, toss the scissors onto the desk, and bury her face in her pantyhose-clad crotch.

“This is much better,” Mila said as she sucked on the sweet-tasting wet pussy through the sheer stockings.

“Oh yes, Mila, that feels so good,” Sara moaned.  She wasn’t sure if it was the wild situation, the eating through the nylon, her horniness, or Mila’s amazing mouth, but she’d never been orally pleased like this before.  The odd man who went down on her did it for a few seconds and had never gotten her off, just frustrated her.  But she knew this time she was going to orgasm hard and soon.

“Your pussy is amazing,” Mila said as she sucked the pussy lips, the clit, and the wetness through the stockings, finding the combined taste of pussy juice with pantyhose erotic.  She knew it was weird, but she didn’t care.

“No one has ever done me like this,” Sara moaned as her orgasm rose quickly.

“You just hadn’t met the right woman,” Mila said.

“I’m about to cum.”

Mila sucked the clit through the sheer stockings and wiggled her tongue over it, which sent Sara over the edge.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Sara screamed as the orgasm collided with her.  The woman’s entire body fills with inner sexual fire.

“Good woman,” Mila purred as she sucked the woman’s pussy cream through the sheer stockings.

Oooooooo,” was all Sara could muster as she collapsed back onto the desk, her back resting uncomfortably across a stapler.  But she didn’t care.  The afterglow of bliss overwhelmed her.  “That was unreal,” Sara said, still in a daze and unable to move.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” Mila confesses.

“I’m glad you did.  Would you do it again?”

Mila nods and buries her face in Sara’s crotch again.  It’s going to be a long meeting tonight.

*****

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