Boss’s Dominance

Chapter 1

Constance was the executive at a large firm in Seattle, and her day-to-day pressures had made her quite dominant over her employees as well as her clients. She sat behind her desk a very lonely woman, her dominance had driven everyone away that she could have been close to, and she never quite got used to being “the bitch” and “cobweb cunt,” which were some of the nicknames she had overheard for herself. At 47, she was still an attractive woman, her auburn hair hung to her shoulders and she kept it styled nice, her steel blue eyes still had a sparkle and her supple 36c tits still had men gazing at her, not to mention her 34 hips and long slender legs. She had become so tired of masturbation being her only release and she so longed to be fucked again,

‘How long had it been? Seven years!!!!’ her thoughts crashed into her brain as she realized the truth of the matter. When she was 13 she had discovered the joys of sex with her girlfriend at a summer camp, the thoughts of that summer caused her to feel moisture between her legs. Wendy was a nice looking girl and had been her very best friend and that summer, they had just come back from a lake swim and were changing out of their suits when she couldn’t stop staring at Wendy’s budding breasts and she reached out and took one in her hand.

After the initial shock, Wendy became a quite willing partner and they had the best time of her young life. Her first encounter with a male came a few years later, Robert was his name. He had taken her to the prom and they had done some serious petting in his car and before she knew it, she had his young cock in her mouth and was learning how to give head, she licked her lips now thinking of that night. She could close her eyes and feel his young cock as it moved in and out of her mouth and she felt herself getting even wetter now. Having tasted Wendy’s orgasm in no way prepared her for Robert’s and she remembered how it ran down her chin and onto her open prom gown and her tits.

She remembered that she eventually had acquired at taste for male cum and now she could just taste a salty reminder as she swallowed hard, lost in her memories. She got up and closed the door to her office, “Mary, hold my calls,” she said to her secretary and she went back to her desk, reaching under her dress and pulling her panties down before she sat back down. Her fingers toyed with the tufts of auburn curls over her wet pussy and she slowly moved her hand down and stroked her moist slit, a moan escaped her lips as she imagined it was Robert’s mouth or even Wendy’s.

She closed her eyes and her imaginary lover went to work on her, parting her nether lips as fingers glided in and out of her, and her breathing became labored from the feelings of pleasure. The fingers sought to penetrate her even deeper and she gasped at the feelings and the wetness that now flowed over her thighs and down the crack of her ass. She sought to spread her legs wider, to give her lover ample room for admission into her pit of love and her body was rewarded as it wracked from the orgasm that seemed to explode between her legs.

Her juices flowed from her like a burst dam and her moans were hard to control, it’s a good thing her office was sound proofed she thought. She sat there, with her fingers buried deep within her and then came the sad reality, as she opened her eyes, that again she was all alone. She dropped her head and gazed at her juice covered fingers and noticed how her nipples pressed so hard against her dress, ‘Oh, if it were only for real,’ she thought and a tear came to her eyes. She waddled into her private bathroom with her panties around her ankles and cleaned herself up and reached down and pulled her panties back up, her pussy still tingling as the fabric covered it. She composed herself and told Mary that she was available again and Mary noticed the red eyes, “Are you alright Ms. Cochran?” and Constance replied that she had just had a bad memory was all.

An hour later, her mind had pushed the experience to the back and she continued with her work, many problems had surfaced and she took care of them as “the bitch” was expected to, cold and heartless. The thoughts of her nicknames began to wear at her and she was feeling down once again, she pushed the intercom, “Mary, come in here,” not even a please, oh what a bitch she was.

“Close the door and have a seat,” she told her as she came in, steno pad in her hand, and she sat before Constance, nervously squirming in her seat as a silence enveloped the room. Finally Constance spoke, “Mary, I want to ask you some questions and I would like some honest answers,” and she saw the fear in Mary’s eyes, ‘My God, did she have this effect on everyone?’ she thought and she tried to make Mary feel at ease, “Would you like something to drink Mary?” she asked and Mary nervously said yes, she had worked for Ms. Cochran for 3 years and had never been offered anything but stress and pressure.

Constance handed Mary a Coke and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her as Mary sipped at her drink, “Thank you Ma’am,” she said.

“Now Mary, I hear that there are a number of stories about me circulating about what a bitch I am and how I probably have cobwebs in my pussy because no one would have me, is this true?” Mary almost dropped her Coke when her boss had spoken so frankly. “I don’t know Ms. Cochran, I haven’t heard them,” she stammered as Constance looked over Mary’s petite body and it reminded her of Wendy slightly and she felt her loins begin to stir, their juices gathering.

“How long have you worked here?” Constance asked her, and Mary stared at her, “3 Years, ma’am,” and Constance leaned back slightly on her elbows, “Do you need this job?” she asked and Mary reluctantly answered, “Yes ma’am, very much,” and Constance leaned forward and took Mary’s chin in her hand and looked her in the eyes, “And, what would you be willing to do to keep this job?” and Mary’s heart sank and she dropped her eyes, “Whatever it takes ma’am,” and Constance knew she had her where she wanted her. “After work today, you will come to me for some “extra” work. You will tell no one, if I find out that you have, you will be fired immediately!” and she could see tears well up in Mary’s eyes, “Yes Ms. Cochran,” and she got up and left. Constance had been going about this all wrong, she was a dominant bitch, and she had a whole company of sexual play toys to choose from, she just had to do it right and be sure that sexual harassment didn’t come into the picture.

She could hardly wait until 5 o’clock; just thinking of actually having sex with a real person kept her wet all afternoon and when the door opened at 5 o’clock it caught her off guard. “Is everyone gone?” she asked Mary, “Yes, ma’am,” she quietly replied, “Then lock the door and come over here,” she barked and Mary turned and locked the door and strode to her desk.

“Ever had sex with a woman Mary?” she asked and she could see Mary shiver, “No, ma’am,” and Constance looked at her 28 year old body with such lust, “It is quite a pleasurable experience Mary, if done properly,” and she smiled, taking in the Mary’s petite body covered by the cotton dress. “I suppose you think I’m some kind of monster? I am not Mary, I am a woman, just like you, and I have needs and desires, just like you. I may be overbearing at times, but I am just like you,” and she watched as Mary’s head began to droop and she noticed a tear on her cheek.

“Don’t worry Mary, I won’t harm you, I am going to teach you the pleasures of being with a woman,” and Mary’s tears became more plentiful. “Take your clothes off Mary,” she ordered and sat back on her desk to enjoy the show. Mary nervously fumbled with the buttons on the front of the cotton dress and Constance sighed as her bra covered tits came into view, ‘Such nice perky tits,’ she thought as the dress was finally unbuttoned and slid down her thighs, falling at her ankles.

‘Mary had quite a beautiful body,’ she thought as she stared at her in her underwear, but she wanted all of it, “I want to see it all Mary,” she barked and Mary struggled with the clasp on her bra and Constance felt a trickle between her legs as Mary’s firm breasts came into view. Mary’s aureoles were about the size of a silver dollar and her nipples were small and very pink and Constance found herself licking her lips at the thought of having those morsels in her mouth.

As Mary hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slid them over her thighs, Constance asked, “Do you have a boyfriend Mary?” and as Mary slid the panties off her ankles she replied, “Yes ma’am,” and Constance drank in the beauty of Mary’s pussy as she stood back up.

It was smooth shaven and she had the sweetest pussy lips Constance had ever seen and a small tattoo just above her pussy, a rose. Mary stood there now, naked and she had her arms crossed, trying to cover her small breasts as Constance surveyed her prize, “Come over here Mary and let me see you,” Constance said and Mary reluctantly walked to her side and dropped her arms, sure that after today, her modesty would be gone.

Constance reached out and stroked Mary’s firm tits and began to rub her nipples between her fingers, relishing the feeling as her nipples hardened and then moved one hand to her smooth pussy, palming it as she glided over it, “This is nice Mary, I like it.