Executive's Slut Ch. 02

CHAPTER 2: THE BALDWINS

The weekend seemed destined to be entirely too long. It was just a normal Saturday/Sunday weekend but after that time in Mr. Baldwin's office on Friday, it seemed too long to wait. No, I didn't leave the office with any expressed expectation about the future much less as soon as Monday. He gave me no promise or hint. He expressed how happy he was with me, how pleased he was. I had undressed in his office in the afternoon when others were working. I had sucked his cock and been fucked in his office just like I had imagined and wanted. I had pleased him with my body just like I had desired to do.

To appease the anxiety and uncertainty of what was to come, I turned to the headphones. They had calmed me after Gerald left me for his two-year stint of work in India. The headphones could calm me still, though it would be for a different source of anxiety.

I hummed to the sounds of the headphones as I cleaned and rearranged furniture. I had a desire for more change. I rearranged the living room furniture, deep cleaning as I moved things around. The bedroom was harder because of the size of the dresser and bed frame so I focused on what was in my dresser and closet. My clothes. I moved all of Gerald's clothes in the dresser to a bottom drawer and shoved all of his stuff in the closet to the back. When he left, he took a lot of his clothes so it was easy to consolidate. Now I could critically appraise and organize mine. I wasn't happy. I had few things that now seemed appropriate.

By Saturday early evening, I was stripped down and trying on underwear and clothes. I had been at it for several hours with a small number of panties and bras refolded in the drawers and a larger pile on the floor I was unhappy with. Almost all of my stockings were pantyhose and all of them were in the pile on the floor. It left me with one pair of thigh-highs still in the packaging from a splurge and never had the nerve to wear. And, I had the pair I wore the past Friday for Mr. Baldwin.

The headphones continued their magic as I worked. I had a sense of calm with another sense deeper inside of craving and desire. I would be stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom touching my nipples and pussy without the conscious thought of why I was doing it except that it felt good and that I remembered how pleased Mr. Baldwin was with my body. It was then that I saw my smartphone buzzing across the surface of the dresser. With one hand still rolling a nipple, I stepped to check the caller ID. I lowered the headphones to my neck and picked up the phone.

"Hi, honey. What time is it there?"

"Morning. I hope I had this figured out correct and didn't wake you." I told him it was fine. "Sorry I haven't called; it's been busy here. We're not only working but learning some of the language and culture. It's kind of full immersion and... well... sorry... anyway, the guys are great. It's like for the first time I have a gang to hang out with. You know me, slow to make any friends or have the confidence to be a part of anything but work. But these guys are great. Might be that we are all in the same boat, so to speak."

"So... you're having a good time?"

"Yeah, the country is interesting. Completely different from what we're used to in many ways but that makes it interesting, too. And the guys are great." There was a pause, a too-long pause that I was all too familiar with when the conversation becomes awkward. Of course, my mind was formulating what I was and wasn't going to tell him. I could tell him about the mundane things of life alone. I wouldn't tell him about the headphones, the surveys, the new desires, and cravings, and certainly not about my submission to Mr. Baldwin. Mr. Baldwin. In the awkward silence and considering what I might respond with, my free left hand was between my thighs and stroking my wet pussy. His stammering voice pulled my attention back, but my fingers remained in motion to give me soft waves of warm pleasure.

"Umm... well... anyway... I should go. There's a soccer game we're going to go watch."

"Oh... okay. Have fun." He said bye and the phone went dead.

I lowered the phone and stared at the dark screen. What the hell happened? What the fucking, goddamn hell? He leaves me for a job and he's off making friends? He's never liked sports. Of any kind. He's going to a soccer game, which he doesn't understand, with his new friends? What the fuck? He never asked anything about me...

The phone rang, chimed in my hand. There was no ID associated with it and I didn't recognize the number but it was local. Spam calls have become terrible but I accepted the call, anyway.

"Karen... this is James Baldwin. Is this a bad time?"

"No, sir. Not at all."

"I could call on Monday if it would be better."

"No, no, sir... now is fine. I'm just sorting some things." And fingering my pussy, but I don't say that.

"I know it's late but we have been talking here about you and... could you come over? This isn't fancy, just come as you are. Is that possible?"

"What... who is we, sir?"

"Oh, sorry. Abby, my wife, and I. I have no secrets from her. I told you she's open-minded and adventurous." Yes, at the same time you also asked if I had ever been with a woman, but I don't say that, either. "I want you to come, Karen. Just as you are now." Then, he said it, "It would please me."

"Yes, sir, of course, but... I can't come like this."

He chuckled, "You're naked, aren't you. Oh, that is wonderful. Have you been thinking about me, Karen?" I blush and, in the mirror, I can see it. Yes, I seem to always be thinking about you, but I don't say that, either. "This is what you will do. Put on a pair of high heels and wear a light coat, like a raincoat, that ties at the waist. I'll text you the address. We'll be waiting, don't be long." Oh... My... God...

It took me 25 minutes to drive from my little house to the mansion that was the Baldwin's. But first I had to get past the guard shack that protected the gated community where they lived. When I pulled up to the closed gate, I lowered my window as the guard left the small building with a clipboard in hand. He asked for my name and who I was wanting to see. He checked the sheet he held, then asked for a picture ID. I dug out my driver's license from my purse, all the time very aware of the fact that moving my right foot for braking and the gas pedal had gapped the short coat. I glanced down in horror to see the top of the coat gapped and most of my right breast showing. The guard noticed, too. He spent far too much time comparing the picture on my license with my face. When his inspection was beginning to be outrageously long, he finally allowed me to enter. I continued to allow the GPS program to guide me to the appropriate address. And, I was impressed all over again. The 'house' was more like a mansion.

I didn't have a chance to ring the doorbell or knock as the front door opened on my approach up the sidewalk from the circular drive. A woman is standing in the open door with a big smile on her face. As I step closer, she opens her arms and takes me in a tight hug. She pulls me into the two-story foyer and calls into the house, "James... Karen is here!" She turns back to me, "We have any number of diversions but he still spends time in his office reviewing something... or whatever it is he does." She pats my arm and adds conspiratorially, "Actually, I have no idea what he does and I have little interest."

I hear footsteps before I see him. Mr. Baldwin comes around the corner from the left. He puts an arm around his wife and pulls me in with the other. If I was wondering if this was going to be awkward, I found out there. He pulls me in tight and kisses me passionately on the lips.

Mr. Baldwin has both of us by an arm to lead us into the house when his wife stops abruptly. "Let me take you coat, dear."

I look at her, him, and back to her and stammer. "I... I..."

She is already working the belt at my waist. "Yes, dear... you're naked and that worked out wonderfully."

I might have been shocked if I wasn't so turned on. My pussy is wet and has been since Mr. Baldwin said I was going to drive to their house with nothing on but a relatively short coat. That his wife would find that exciting just seemed par for the course, especially given her husband and what I have already experienced with him. By the time those thoughts cleared my head, she was removing my coat from my shoulders. She set it on a bench by the door and appraised my naked body. Like husband, like wife. And somehow that was exciting to me, too.

She stood next to her husband, his arm around her shoulder. She was dressed in a sundress that hugged her body nicely. I estimated her to be 5'6" tall and about 120 pounds. She was 35 years old (learned that earlier) and all that is to say she was a very attractive woman and considerably younger than Mr. Baldwin's 49 years. Her hair was a rich brown and worn long, falling past her bare shoulders.

I was drawn from my own appraisal with her comment. "You are right, James. She is very nice... sexy and erotic." She slid her arm inside mine and led me into the house. "Come, dear, let's have a drink and get to know each other better."

I blushed profusely as she led me out of the foyer toward the back of the house and a spacious, dark wood family room. Wearing heels and nothing else, I was in the arms of two fully clothed people, one being the man who just yesterday I had confessed to being his submissive slut and he had me suck and fuck him in his office to prove it.

We stopped in an area of the family room that was furnished as a sitting area. On one side was a pool table, the largest flat-screen TV I ever saw was on the opposite wall with a fireplace and bookshelves. On another wall was a well-stocked bar where Mr. Baldwin was busy pouring drinks. He hadn't asked, so I assumed I was having whatever they were having. Appropriate, I suppose, since based on the moistness between my thighs, even my body knew this wasn't going to be a social visit for just talking.

The two of them sat together on the sofa and indicated an easy chair in front of them for me. Between us was a dark wood coffee table. Without any direction to the contrary, I sat comfortably with my left leg crossed over the right but I made no attempt to otherwise cover my body, allowing my arms to rest on the armrests naturally. Mrs. Baldwin did pepper me with questions but little about how it was I could willingly drive across part of the city nearly naked to their home. It would seem Mr. Baldwin had shared what she might otherwise be curious about. Undoubtedly, that conversation he referred to when he called... 'we have been talking here about you'.

As she dug into me with her questions, they quickly moved it entirely focused on sexual matters. She looked surprised but excited that I confessed to having a plain vanilla sexual life and had never participated in exhibitionism much less sexual acts in front of others. By this time in her questions, Mr. Baldwin had moved the full skirt of her sundress up her thigh until it was bunched in her lap and he caressed her bare legs. She gave no indication of embarrassment, only increasing arousal. She opened her legs as Mr. Baldwin's hand moved between them and moved higher. He said she was adventurous. Her mouth opened and released a gasp when his fingers reached her pantie covered pussy. She struggled to continue talking and she opened her legs wider. I could clearly see her light blue panties as Mr. Baldwin's fingers moved over the crotch. They were very wet. As was I. He slipped a finger into the leg band and her head dropped back, her mouth opened, and her eyes closed. I was sitting naked before them and they were putting on a show. There didn't appear to be any inhibitions, no embarrassment as I watched, mesmerized by his finger probing her pussy. I have the strongest desire, need to serve and please Mr. Baldwin in every way possible including sexually. I have confessed my desire to be his submissive. I have expressed my intention to be his slut. Yet, looking at them, I am a neophyte in matters of sex. With that new understanding, a strange feeling builds within me. A feeling that is not fear of what will happen to me when I see I don't comprehend what their sex might be like, but a fear if I will be able to please in the manner expected. My desire to serve and please isn't dampened. I only want to be able to be capable of serving and pleasing to entirely give the pleasure required and how can I develop and acquire those skills and experience?

With her husband's fingers inside her pussy, she smiles at me. At first, I just wonder if she is teasing me with the show being presented. Then, I see her eyes fall to my breasts and lower. My own eyes follow hers. I am fondling one breast and rolling a nipple. I have opened my legs until they bumped into the armrests and my other hand has two fingers in my wet pussy. I blush at my unconscious display. I have one overwhelming thought: I want to fuck them both. No embarrassment. No intimidation. Only desire to please them both.

She whispered something to her husband and they both turned their eyes to me. Only their eyes. He continued to finger her pussy and one leg was now spread over his.

"Karen." My eyes rose from her displayed pussy being finger-fucked to his face. "What are you, Karen, and what do you want?"

"Your submissive, sir. Your slut. I only want to serve and please you in any manner you wish."

Her smile grew and she whisper again to him. "Are you troubled by something, Karen? Are you having second thoughts?"

"God, no, sir! I want..."

"Say it."

I glance at his wife who has her own lust-filled eyes focused on me. "I want to please you, sir. I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to feel your cock ravaging my pussy. I want you to use me for your pleasure. But..." I see both of them raise their eyebrows in a visual encouragement. "But... I... I might not... might not be adequate... I might not be experienced enough to fully satisfy, to please, to pleasure you the way you need. I'm afraid I am too inexperienced."

"What about Abby? What do you want for her?"

I focus on her, on the lust in her face, on the fingers inside her panties slowly moving in her pussy. "I don't know, sir... suck her pussy? That's what I mean, sir. I've never..."

I stopped as he pulled his fingers from his wife and rose from the sofa. He pushed the coffee table to the side and stepped to me. He raised one leg and draped it over the side of the chair, then did the same to the other leg. I was obscenely spread. While I was left spread before his wife, he went to the bar and poured a little bourbon into a glass, and returned to stand behind me. Dipping his fingers into the glass, he coated each nipple with the liquor. This was curious. My attention shifted from his fingers on my nipples to his wife as she rose. Her hands went behind her body. I could see them glide down her lower back, obviously lowering the zipper of her dress. She pushed the thin straps off her shoulders and the dress down her body. First, her C-cup breasts came into view. She quickly pushed her panties over her hips. The wet crotch of her panties seemed to reluctantly separate from her pussy. She dropped to her knees and crawled to my open body. She slithered up my body between my spread legs, her naked breasts gliding over my stomach until her lips latched onto a nipple, sucking the liquor off it. I shivered and groaned.

Mr. Baldwin's fingertips lightly stroked my cheek as his wife sucked at my nipples. When she shifted to the other nipple, he added more liquor to the one she just left. I heard his soft voice from next to my ear, his breath like a sensual kiss against my neck.

"Don't fear what you don't know, what you haven't experienced, my slut." I shivered. The softness of his voice dripping with sensuality, the feel of his breath caressing my skin, his wife suckling at my breasts, and... and... what he called me... his slut. "We will guide you and train you and provide the experiences necessary for you to fully become the submissive slut you desire to be for us, to provide any kind of pleasure we might wish, or direct you to give to us or others. We will provide those experiences; we will provide for your training. Your training will, though, be ongoing, always learning and expanding your experience, skill, and ability to please. That is what you desire, isn't it?"

I gasp out my reply, "Yes, sir! That is all I want. I only desire to be your perfect slut, to be completely responsive to your desires and needs. I will be the best student and become your perfect slut."

"Abby is bi-sexual. She will show you what it feels like to be pleasured by another woman." While I gasped and groaned at the feeling of a woman's mouth and tongue at my pussy, I felt something at my cheek. I turned my head. Through lust-blurred eyes, I found Mr. Baldwin's hard cock. My mouth opened without thought and it slid easily inside, my lips closing around it.

I placed one hand on Mrs. Baldwin's head and the other on the hip of Mr. Baldwin. I was beside myself with emotion and sensations. Never would I have thought this might ever happen, as I would have never thought I would profess my desire to be a submissive and a slut, but there was also the profound conviction that I never wanted this to end. For the first time in my existence, I was feeling myself becoming whole and fulfilled. While my pussy was being stimulated unbelievably, my mouth was devouring a cock with the same intensity.

My mouth opened wide around the cock when lips left my pussy and clamped around my clit. Her lips sucked on my clit like it was a mini-cock. Her teeth took the sensitive nub between them and gently bit down before pulling on it. At the same time, she jammed two fingers into my sopping pussy. It felt like I couldn't breathe my heart was pounding so hard. The cock in my mouth was just there, my lips and mouth opened just to gasp for air and to release gasping, moaning, groaning sounds in a steady stream.

I came. I climaxed. I orgasmed. I exploded.

I quivered and shook and gasped. All the while she continued to suck at my clit and probe with her fingers. Mr. Baldwin, too, forced the action by jamming his cock into my mouth. His cock hit the back of my mouth and entered my throat a few inches before he pulled back at my gag. My lips closed around his cock, an automatic reaction to becoming aware, again, of its presence.

Then it was gone. All of it. The cock and the lips and the fingers. All were gone, yet my body still shivered from the stimulation. Then, I became embarrassed.

I looked to Mr. Baldwin, "I am sorry, sir. I am supposed to be pleasing you, instead, it was me who came."

He stood me up and Mrs. Baldwin rose with me. "Never apologize for an orgasm, Karen. Don't be concerned, we will use your body for our pleasure. That doesn't mean you should not enjoy it, too."

Mrs. Baldwin took my face, turned it to hers, and kissed me passionately. After, she said, "The best sex is mutual, dear. Giving pleasure should be reciprocated with receiving pleasure."

Mr. Baldwin added, "As our slut who we intend to use and use for our pleasure, we expect you to enjoy it, too."

I look at each of them. We are all naked now standing in the light by a large window but they seem unconcerned. "Sir, you keep saying 'we' and 'our'..."

He smiled, "Yes. Karen, you gave yourself as submissive to me. I am asking you to allow my wife the same. Will you give yourself to her as submissive and slut, as well?"

A smile forms on my mouth. I committed my obedience and willingness to him. If he wished to give me to his wife, also, couldn't he just tell me? Instead, he asks for my acceptance. Even though I already willfully gave myself to him, his consideration warms me thoroughly.