I crawled to her open legs. I bent her knees and splayed them to the sides. While on my knees I bent over to begin lick and suck her pussy. After a few licks, I raised my head and gazed into her eyes, “Nice … you’ll return the favor sometime?” She blushed, but I knew she was hooked.

Still holding her eyes, I spoke to her husband, “Sir, would you be kind enough to release Sammy?” She groaned and her eyes followed her husband as my tongue dove into her pussy.

I gazed up at her over her pubic bone. Her eyes were wild and I knew the dog was approaching. My mouth was busy with her pussy and she was torn to command the dog or not. I just smiled at her and she stared at the dog.

The dog slammed into my upturned ass, his cock already out and humping at me. And, I let him. My hands were busy holding her pussy lips open for my tongue. It took a while, and I was sure I would feel sore later, but his penetration was the most animalistic I had ever experience. I orgasmed on his penetration. There was another later, but not before pulling one out of Ma’am with my mouth.

“AH, MY FAVORITE Accounts team.”
My team consisting solely of me and the two Account Specialists I recruited from the 2nd floor were seated around the small conference table in my new office. It had been a little more than two weeks since I had moved into my new office and condo; the same two weeks since spending the memorable weekend at the Woodburn’s.

Mr. Woodburn stood in the open door. It was not a common occurrence to find him venturing out of the sanctuary of the 11th floor. Since taking this position, I had used it to encourage him in certain matters and his visibility with the employees was one of those matters.

He considered himself the kind of senior manager that allowed managers down the line the freedom of management without interference and suggested to me that Trudy and I were the exceptions where he applied a more ‘hands-on’ approach. That, of course, warranted a groan from me. I still suggested that it would be good for employees to see his presence in their work areas as
symbolic of his interest in them.

He was making his rounds periodically, but I still sensed he stopped in our area more frequently as a more familiar group to him. It was always strange to me to have him stop by my office or our area to talk. I had been conditioned that when I met with him I would undress. I wondered if he felt the same turmoil when he came to my office and I didn’t move to take off my outfit. That question would be answered when he mentioned that he would like to see me in his office before the end of work today.

“HI TRUDY, I hope he is still here. My day suddenly got very busy and he didn’t give me a particular time to meet, just by the end of the day.”

Trudy was just gathering her items and shutting down her computer.

“And … how’s Adam? Are you going to introduce me sometime?”

She chuckled, “Introduced him to you?! Do you think I am out of my mind?” She winked at me and said he was good … very good … and we should get together some night for dinner since we were in the same building.

Then, “Yes, the man’s still here. He’s been busy, too. Some important business dinner. He’s had me arranging for a catered dinner. Maybe that’s what he wants to talk to you about.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Apparently, she didn’t have too many details, yet. That usually meant it was still in flux. Trudy always knew the details.

She winked at me as she gathered up her purse and shoulder bag, “Hadn’t seen you in there today. Working late tonight?”

I smiled at the implication and raised my eyebrows, “You know him … work, work, work.” She laughed and I knocked on the door.

“Sorry, it took me so long, Sir. The day got busy …” I was walking deliberately, as always, to the spot between the two guest chairs in front of his desk.

I was already reaching behind my neck to unclasp and unzip the dress. We had already made another modification to my dress code to include a little more cleavage besides the short hem. Both might be pushing the boundaries of normal business decorum, but since I reported only to Mr. Woodburn, and it was at his direction, nobody else dared object.
He smiled as he leaned back in his chair to watch.

Something else that always happened. He was, also, almost always quiet as I removed my clothes and waited for his gesture to sit in one of the chairs. This time was different, though.

“Tina, your influence on my wife has been fun for us. Tell me honestly, did we overstep the bounds by involving you in our personal lives?”
I was standing before him in stockings, heels, and jewelry. He motioned for me to sit, which I did. I took the opportunity to flash him slowly, something I had decided to add to our ritual, by exaggerating the motion of crossing my legs by spreading them a bit more than necessary in the process.

Now, I could count on his eyes glued to my exposed pussy as I took my seat. Now, I was not merely reacting to his directed needs but devising my own ways of enticing and teasing him myself. The slut inside me was taking a firm hold on me.

“Sir, I agreed to be your personal slut. True, it had implications of being used for the firm in dealing with clients, but, from the beginning, I had no misconceptions that this was anything but very personal for you. In a very real way, adding control to your wife could be considered a natural extension of yours. I am pleased to serve both of you and more pleased if it adds to your relationship with her.”

He smiled. “She’ll be glad to hear that. She is still a bit intimidated to experience the dogs by herself.”