I Had to Show My Boss How Slutty I Was and I Liked It

Having someone else present, even if she was only watching, was incredible. My pussy was making squelching sounds in time with my moans. My legs were spread and bent at the knee and the aroma of my wet pussy filled the air.

I sat at my desk going through Mr. Steele’s agenda for tomorrow. The day had gone quickly, with no major issues coming up. I fired off the last emails and was preparing to shut down my laptop when I got a Slack message.

“Diana, please see me in my office.”

I knew perfectly well what that meant. I was Mr. Steele’s personal assistant and not just that. I was his slut and Mr. Steele didn’t hide that so everyone in the office knew.

I’m a blonde twenty-seven-year-old woman, with blue eyes, big breasts, and a killer ass. I wore my hair up and underneath my white shirt and black pencil skirt, I had a black lacy garter belt, with black stockings, a black thong, and a matching black bra.

I was a knockout!

When I opened the double doors to his office, I was already pretty damp. Mr. Steele was dressed in a button-down white shirt with a black tie but no jacket and his sleeves were rolled up. He looked incredibly hot.

“Diana, you know Madison, our Chief Legal Counsel,” he said as I approached them.

She was a gorgeous woman, in her mid-thirties.

“Of course, Mr. Steele,” I responded.

“Madison came to me about our little arrangement, and she said you’re just a lawsuit waiting to happen,” Mr. Steele said, tapping his fingers on his desk. “Is that right, Madison?”

“Yes, sir, I’m worried your little affair that everyone talks about will hurt us.”

Mr. Steele smirked then he started laughing.

“Diana, strip,” he ordered and I immediately started unbuttoning my shirt and peeling out of my pencil skirt, standing before them in just my lingerie.

“Madison, as you can see, she’s absolutely soaked already,” he said running his hand over the front of my panties.

I moaned. It had been a few days since he had touched me.

Madison was stunned. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“You want to see more?” he asked.

Madison nodded, biting her lower lip while looking me in the eyes.

“Diana, masturbate for us!”

I brought my hand to the front of my panties and started to gently rub myself. Mr. Steele always had a thing about me in lingerie or watching me masturbate. Sometimes I would masturbate myself in the office, through my panties, while thinking of him.

“You like watching me play with myself?” I asked as I slipped my fingers into my panties so I could get to my clit.

My moans were getting louder. With my other hand, I started to remove my panties but Mr. Steele stopped me.

“Don’t. Don’t take them off. Go ahead and make yourself cum while looking at Madison!”

“Ok!” I moaned.

Having someone else present, even if she was only watching, was incredible. I looked Madison straight in the eye as I pushed two fingers deep into my cunt. My pussy was making squelching sounds in time with my moans. My legs were spread and bent at the knee and the aroma of my wet pussy filled the air.

I stared at Madison as I rubbed my clit, and fingered my pussy and I could feel myself getting ready to squirt.

“Oh! Oh! I’m going to cum, Mr. Steele!” I cried out.

I could feel myself squirting into my panties and my legs started to shake.

“I’m cumming. I’m… Cumming!” I screamed.

Coming down from my high, I kept staring at Madison. I could tell she was turned on by my little show.

“Now kneel,” Mr. Steele ordered.

Pulling my soaked hand out of my panties, I kneeled in front of him and unzipped his pants, pulling his erect cock out. I engulfed half his length and stared up at him while he fucked my mouth.

“You’re going to show Madison how you swallow my cum, Diana. Every last drop.”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned around a mouthful of cock.

He was using me for his own pleasure, not caring if I liked it or not and that was what turned me on. Before meeting Mr. Steele, I never once swallowed or tasted another person’s cum.

Devouring most of his length, I used my free hand to work my slit through my panties again.

And then I felt it. The first spurt went right down my throat while the rest ended in my mouth. I started cumming at about the same time. I swallowed his load, gagging and coughing.

“Good girl! Now tell Madison how much you love it.”

“His cum tastes great, Madison. You should try it,” I said, blushing.

Madison stared down at me and between my legs. There was a little puddle on the floor. Evidence of my own massive orgasm.

“You’re such a slut, Diana. Clean that up!” Madison said, staring at me.

I looked down at it. Then at Madison. Scooting backward, I looked down at my pussy juices, then back up at Mr. Steele. He nodded so I brought my tongue to the floor and licked up my juices, feeling degraded, humiliated, and even more, extremely turned on.

“Diana…” Madison said, pulling her skirt up to her waist.

She pulled her panties aside, exposing a wide strip of black pubic hair. Her pussy was swollen and wet. “You need to crawl over here and eat my pussy!”

Eat her pussy? But I wasn’t a lesbian. I never even kissed a girl. I had never really studied the details of a woman’s anatomy, but her pussy was very pretty. Her lips were perfect and she was slightly open, a beautiful shade of pink was easily visible.

“No thanks!” I ventured.

“It’s not a request, Diana!” Mr. Steele added.

I could smell her excitement from where I sat across from her. What surprised me was my pussy gushing, between my legs while Madison stared at me, running her fingers lightly through her wetness.

I crawled over between her legs. Her pussy was leaking quite profusely. Her hand came down and stroked my cheek then cupped the back of my head and drew me to her pussy.

“Start slow, slut,” she moaned as I brought my tongue slowly up her folds.

It actually tasted good. Really good. I found that the taste of her pussy juice ignited something inside me. I moaned and she moaned right along with me.

“Oh, Diana! That’s it! That’s a good girl!”

Once I heard her say that, I was lost. Using my tongue, I explored the folds of her pussy, trying to get every last bit of her juices. I’m just a slut. A slut who’s eating pussy. I slipped my own hand between my legs and began to play with myself.

“Oh, look at her! She’s playing with herself!” Madison told Mr. Steele.

I blushed. I was embarrassed.

“I told you. She’s a natural,” he added.

Her pussy was leaking so much, I couldn’t swallow it all. Her skirt was going to be soaked, I thought.

Madison’s moans were getting louder while mine echoed her. I couldn’t believe I was getting off on this.

“Do you like how my pussy tastes, Diana? Huh? You love it don’t you?” she moaned.

“Yes…” I whispered.

I felt Mr. Steele get behind me and pull my panties down to my knees, with some of my juices being pulled away from my pussy in a long string of girl cum.

Now that my pussy was freed I could give it the attention it needed. I inserted two fingers and began fucking myself in earnest, hoping Mr. Steele would take over and start fucking me.

Madison lifted her legs and spread herself wide. I ate her pussy like I had been doing it my whole life. Her hands were kneading her breasts and her eyes were closed.

“I’m gonna cum!” she screamed as she humped my face

As she was cumming, I tried to collect it all but it was just too much. She was pushing my head into her so hard that it was a wonder she didn’t hurt herself.

“Wow. Diana, I will certainly be utilizing that tongue again, soon!” Madison said when she finally stopped shaking and calmed down enough to catch her breath.

I lowered my eyes embarrassed at what I had just done… and wetter than I had ever been in my life.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” she asked.

I nodded, keeping my eyes down.

“You are going to have to ask me. What do you want me to do?”

“Go down on me,” I whispered.

“What? Speak up! Look at me and tell me what you want.”

I looked at her. God, she was a beautiful woman.

“Please, Madison. Please lick my pussy.”

“Sit down on the sofa,” she ordered, sliding my panties down from my knees to my ankles.

“Wow, these things are soaked!” she laughed and threw them in Mr. Steel’s direction.

I sat on the couch, spreading my legs wide, and watched as Madison knelt between my legs.

“Don’t cum too soon!” she said and took a long lick between my legs.

“Mhm,” I moaned.

Her tongue felt surreal. Here I was getting my pussy eaten by another woman. A woman whose pussy I just ate. My orgasm was building. I kept trying to hold it off, but I knew it was no use. Her tongue was too talented.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum. Oh, god!” I cried out feeling the pressure building and figured I better warn her. “Madison, you are going to make me squirt.”

“Do it. Squirt for me!”

She sucked my clitoris and I began to squirt all over her pretty face. It was in her mouth, eyes, and on the front of her blouse. She didn’t miss a beat…or lick I should say, but licked me right through into another orgasm.

“Oh, you’re such a nasty little slut!”

My body was shaking, legs quivering. I saw Mr. Steele get behind her and insert his cock into Madison.

At first, she was hesitant, and I realized this was their first time together but soon, she was slamming her hips back onto him, groaning and begging him to fuck her. Every once in a while she would lean and lick me a few times, keeping my pussy boiling.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck! Cumming!” she screamed and started cumming again.

Mr. Steele pulled his cock out of her and I could see it was slick with her pussy juices. He brought it to my lips.

Initially, I hesitated…It was white and creamy with Madison’s cum. I could see her staring at me and eventually, I opened my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked down the shaft, collecting her cum and tasting it before swallowing.

Once his cock was clean, Mr. Steele shoved it into my mouth and after a few thrusts, he was cumming again. I swallowed it all.

“Ok, Diana. That’s enough. You can leave now,” Mr. Steele started.

I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up his hand.

“See me tomorrow morning. I want you to wear the same outfit. Panties included and don’t wash them or anything. Understood?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Ok see you tomorrow!”

Grabbing my clothes, I threw them on and left. The whole ride home I was conflicted. I felt used, but hornier than hell. That night I touched myself, edging five times thinking about what I had done. Maybe because my boundaries had been pushed and expanded or maybe it was the fact that Mr. Steele was slowly turning me bisexual.

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