Revenge Against The Bitch Boss

She hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. "Watch and learn," I said, as Shona stood and took her place by my side. "Sex is a two way thing, and when you expect someone to pleasure you it's only polite to repay the compliment.

"Take me, for example. After you made me lick you out, my cock was rock hard and I was desperate for release, but you didn't make a move. Let's review what your options might have been...

"First, there's the simple hand job." At that, Shona smoothly unbuttoned my trousers, pulled down my boxers and revealed my swelling prick. "Just a gentle up and down motion is all it needs, nature will take it's course," I commented, as Shona's warm palm enclosed my cock and she began to wank me off.

"Of course, you can be more intimate, and move on to the blow job," I said, as Shona knelt before me and slipped my dick between her lips. "Every man loves to see his cock disappearing into a woman's willing mouth." Shona cupped my balls and expertly lapped at the swollen head of my cock, making it more difficult for me to keep up a dispassionate commentary.

"Some women don't like to suck cock," I said. "But there are lots of other options. A tit fuck always makes a nice change..." At this, Shona shrugged off her blouse, slipped out of her bra and cupped my straining cock between her breasts, demonstrating how her cleavage could become a cunt with the support of her hands. I could see from the hardness of her nipples that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was. She continued to tit fuck me, waiting for my next cue, but I luxuriated in the friction of her breasts against my member for a few moments longer.

"You may decide that the best way for both parties to receive satisfaction is by full intercourse," I said, picking up the script we had agreed in advance, checking that Mrs Watkins was still following instructions and remaining stock still in her chair, hands on her desk. We didn't want her sneakily slipping that vibrator out of her drawer and masturbating in response to the free show - we wanted her to feel some of the frustration that she had subjected us to.

Shona stood and slipped off her panties, though she still sported the stockings and suspenders she had decided to wear. Looking Mrs Watkins in the eye, she bent over with her elbows on the side of the desk so that her tormentor had a clear view of her dangling tits, and her rear end jutting up provocatively. "There are many positions for sexual intercourse but for purposes of demonstration we will adopt the rear entry position," I said, sliding into Shona's wet hole and beginning a series of deep, powerful strokes that made her grunt in pleasure.

I continued to drive into Shona for another two minutes, bringing her closer to climax, but felt my own inevitable explosion coming. It was time for the next stage.

I withdrew from Shona, who retreated to the couch which Mrs Watkins had in her office for informal chats. She lay back, her legs apart, lazily fingering herself as I began the next stage of the 'training session.'

"OK," I said, turning to Mrs Watkins. "You may now unbutton your blouse." She hesitated for a moment, and then her hands began to work the buttons of the crisp shirt that enclosed her shapely breasts. Beneath the cotton was a snow white laced low-cupped bra. "Pull the cups of your bra down so that I can see your breasts."

She did so, and they were spectacular - full and creamy, with dark and prominent nipples. "Do you know what I am going to do now?"

"You're going to come on my tits," she said, quietly.

"Quite right," I replied, beginning to stroke my still-firm cock. "You made me an unwilling partner in your sexual release, and now it's my turn. Has a man ever spunked on your tits before?"

"No, never."

"Of course not, it's probably too messy for a control freak like you. You always want to call the shots, but this time you're just going to have to sit there and take it. Now play with your tits for me."

Her fingers went to her nipples, which quickly hardened and lengthened as a result of the attention. God, her breasts were gorgeous.

I could feel my come inching up my cock, ready to explode, and I slowed my strokes accordingly until I could hold back no more.

"My appraisal of your tits, Mrs Watkins, is that they are missing a certain something," I grunted, as ropes of come leapt from my cock and splattered over her neck, breasts and bra. She flinched, but didn't move back in her seat and continued to toy with her nipples until my multiple ejaculation was complete.

"Right," I said. "That's me sorted, but I'm afraid that's just the first part of your lesson.

"You also left Shona confused and frustrated by your demands, not to mention the other women in the office. She's on your couch, she's got her legs apart - I think you know what to do." Mrs Watkins looked across to the undressed underling on the couch, waiting patiently for her turn and keeping herself poised for action with one hand teasingly placed between her legs and the other cupping a breast.

"I've never done that before," the boss admitted, hesitating.

"Neither had she, neither had any of the others, I expect - but that didn't stop you forcing them to just because you could. Get over there and start learning."

Mrs Watkins stood from behind her executive desk, her come-caked tits still jutting forward from her unbuttoned blouse and displaced bra, and walked round to where Shona lay.

"No hands on yourself," I warned sternly. "You may be tempted but your job is to make her come, not yourself. Now get on your knees and get to work."

Mrs Watkins knelt down uncertainly, and ducked her head to the moist triangle between Shona's legs. At first she just looked as Shona continued to gently stroke herself, but then, tentatively, she removed Shona's fingers and began to explore for herself. Shona murmured in pleasure as she quickly found the sweet spot, and then grunted in more animal tones as Mrs Watkins began to apply more pressure.

As I watched, I could feel my cock beginning to twitch back to life but I was determined not to be distracted, although the sight of Mrs Watkins eyeing a soaking pussy up close and personal, not to mention the tight skirt stretched over her shapely backside, was interesting, to say the least.

"Not just your fingers, get your face in there," I said, sternly. "Find out for yourself what another woman's cunt tastes like when you're forced to put your tongue into her."

She obeyed again, dipping her head and extending her tongue, moving her hands to stroke up and down Shona's sides and eventually find her waiting breasts.

Because of all the cock and finger foreplay that had been part of the plan, it wasn't long before Shona's breath was coming in short gasps and Mrs Watkins' tongue began to work more feverishly in response to her excitement. "That's right, I'm the fucking boss now," Shona hissed as she clamped her thighs around the other woman's head and pushed herself to a shuddering orgasm. "That's what I was waiting for..."

As Shona slumped back onto the couch, exhausted by her climax, Mrs Watkins stood, trying to compose herself and adopted the dignified look of an executive in control, despite the pussy juice smeared all over her lips and her half-naked breasts.

"This has been very instructional, but now I have a suggestion," she said. I nodded to her to continue. "You're right, the control aspect was the thing that got me off, but I never really considered how much it might be resented. I never wanted to go any further with anyone in the office because I thought it would affect my status - but I suppose we've gone a bit beyond that now.

"I like sex but I have difficulty asking for what I want, and what I need, so quite often I am very frustrated - and doing what I did was one way of addressing that.

"But if I'm standing half-dressed in my own office, come drying all over my chest, with two other people who are clearly as horny as I am, I haven't really got any excuse for not taking it to another level."

I interrupted: "You're not really in a position to make demands, you know."

"I understand that," she replied. "But I think you'll be interested in joining in."

She walked back around to the business side of her desk and opened the drawer in which I knew she kept her vibrator. "You've seen one of the things I keep hidden away in here," she said. "But you haven't seen a newer toy of mine that I haven't really had the courage to experiment with yet."

As she talked, she pulled out what, after a few seconds of puzzlement, I quickly realised was a flexible double-headed dildo. In her other hand she held a small remote control, which she handed to me. "I'm sure you can work it out," she said, some of her self-confidence and arrogance returning as she returned to the couch.

"Shona, dear, would you like to carry on?" she asked, her tone much more friendly and inviting than it had been the last time she had instigated a scene involving the two of them.

Shona's eyes widened, at first in fear and then in anticipation at the dildo that Mrs Watkins held before her. "Some people say you don't need a man to get deep pleasure, so let's find out, shall we?"

Without waiting for a reply, she began to rub one end of the dildo around Shona's cunt lips before exploring deeper. Shona was still so wet and willing from all that had gone before that it wasn't long before the chunky dildo was buried deep inside her.

"Now it's my turn," said Mrs Watkins, shrugging herself out of her blouse, hoisting up her severe skirt and slipping out of her knickers

Mrs Watkins sat astride Shona and positioned herself above the other end of the jutting dildo. "Would you like to help me, Shona?" she asked, leaning down and kissing and licking the other woman's nipples. "First of all I need you to pay some attention to my breasts, too - you'll find that they taste of come at the moment, but I'm sure you won't mind."

Shona hesitated for a moment, as if suddenly taken aback by her earlier concerns about being gay, as if realising for the first time that she had just been licked to orgasm by another woman and was now speared by a giant dyke dildo.

But the hesitation quickly turned into a considered contemplation of Mrs Watkins' superb tits sitting in front of her face, and she gave into temptation, taking one nipple and then the other into her mouth. "That's lovely," Mrs Watkins encouraged. "Yes, clean them off for me, that's fantastic."

All the while she was rubbing herself against the other end of the dildo, getting ready to take it into her. "Now I think I'm ready, Shona," she said. "Can you help me again?"

Without needing to be asked twice, Shona reached in front of her and held the dildo firm as Mrs Watkins eased herself down along its length in one smooth movement. "Jesus," she muttered. "That's big."

The two women were now cunt to cunt, each moving tentatively against the other as they began to find a gentle rhythm that would help them to become accustomed to the hefty cock substitute that joined them.

"Now," said Mrs Watkins, turning her head to me. "Press that button, and let's see what happens."

The remote control she had handed me had simple controls, one button for one and off and three more for increased settings. As I pressed the first control, I could just about hear the hum as the cunt-buried dildo began to vibrate.

"It vibrates and it ripples," said Mrs Watkins, breathlessly, as the sensations began to overtake her. Shona, already so well-juiced, was less considered in her reaction. "Fuck me," she exclaimed. "That's good, that's good - suck my tits, now, hard, I'm going to come again."

As Mrs Watkins bent down to oblige, and Shona's hands came around her to grip her tight buttocks as she might grip a man who was plunging into her, I decided - and my cock agreed - that this was no time to be a spectator. I pushed the remote control up two levels, and both women immediately responded to the more intense sensations that communicated themselves to their willing cunts.

With a single stride I positioned myself behind my boss, and roughly passed my fingers around the sticky, juicy place where both their cunts met around the dildo and swiftly transferred that moist and makeshift lubrication to Mrs Watkins' upturned butt-hole.

"What do you think you're doing?" she blurted, but there was no anger in her voice.

"If today was the first time you've eaten out another woman, I'm betting that you've never taken it from behind before, never mind felt what a double penetration is like," I grunted, getting myself into position. "So this is really going to be something to stick in your diary."

"You bastard," she snarled. "You know I can't refuse."

"And I know you probably don't even want to, you horny bitch," I replied, as I pressed my helmet against her moistened cavity and pushed, firmly but with control. She grunted, partly in pain and partly in surprise, but pushed back against me and the end of my cock disappeared into her hole. She gasped, gathered herself and then pushed back even further.

As Shona quivered beneath her, she began to follow suit as the combination of a rippling dildo in her cunt and my cock pushing into her from behind began to create sensations she had never felt before.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for long, because the virbrations from the sex toy were transmitting themselves to my dick as well - it felt fantastic, and I didn't hestitate as I increased the depth and the speed of my strokes, watching in horny fascination as my cock disappeared into her back passage time and again.

"Don't you dare come in me," she hissed as her legs began to shake and her eyes widened with pleasure. "Come on her tits this time so I can lick it off..."

"Plenty of time for that later," I replied, as I pushed all the way in and felt my cream flood up and out into the depths of her. "I've now come on your tits, and come in your ass, but you've got plenty of other holes that I can fill with my spunk. I think this could be the start of a very satisfying partnership."

Mrs Watkins said nothing. She had collapsed, gasping, on the couch alongside Shona, her tits heaving with exertion and her face flushed with pleasure. The sight of the pair of them, sweat-drenched but sated, was one to treasure. Thank goodness I had left the camera running since I'd walked into the room - neither of them knew that, but it was going to be fun letting them find out.