The potential client

Jennifer was an okay looking woman. She was quite a bit insecure with her size (18 in jeans), but she knew there were men who liked their women a little bigger. She had amazing 40DD breasts, which drew attention even on a bad day. She was proud of them. Her breasts and her lips were her amazing assets. She could remember as far back as middle school boys would comment on the fact that she had amazing DSLs (dick sucking lips) and she had always been proud of that. They were puffed just a bit with that perfect shape to them.

Even while driving she wore tank tops often and would make sure it was pulled down enough so her milky white breasts popped out of the top, a perfect view for any trucker driving by. She loved any kind of attention she could get. Even a minute boost to her self-esteem would be wonderful. She knew she was submissive, it was in her nature. If only she could find a man who would ravage her, take complete control of her and give her all that she wanted. She fantasized often, watched pornography on her computer and longed for someone to do the things to her that she had seen. She would slowly close her eyes and think of someone doing those nasty things to her while she would get off. It was nothing like what she wanted. She wanted the real thing.

Jennifer had an amazing job, one which allowed her complete control of every aspect. She was self-employed and skilled at her profession. Her job required her to be in control, to speak up for herself and her clients. She assumed that was where her sexual submissive nature came from. She wanted a place she could lose control and let go, to allow someone else to control everything about her. She wanted to please. In return, she knew her pleasure would come. Jennifer dreamed of a day this would become a reality.
One day, Jennifer needed to head to a client’s office for a meeting. She dressed as usual, all black, cleavage showing, her bright blue eyes behind her glasses, her pouty lips framed in the color of her lipstick. She arrived and everything seemed to be going well throughout the meeting. The gentleman, Joe, was very good looking. He had amazing tattoos which could barely be seen through his white dress shirt. He too wore glasses, which she normally was not attracted to but that mixed with the hidden tattoos gave him an air of sexiness and mystery about him. He requested a break to head to the men’s room and she agreed she needed a break as well. She went into the restroom and looked in the mirror. “What is wrong with you today?” she thought. She normally was never attracted to potential clients. There was a line that did not need to be crossed. For some reason today was different. She had been wet all morning; her pussy was throbbing actually and needed some relief. It had been so long since she had been touched by a man and she really wanted someone to release the inner animal that seemed to be inside of her. She almost debated taking a few minutes to masturbate in the bathroom, but she feared she would take too long and the client would wonder what was going on. She decided against it and quickly washed her hands and headed back into the conference room.