Chapter One

 

"I've decided I'm going back to work," Laura announced.

Ian doesn't respond. He is fully engrossed in the job at hand. His early morning assignment.

"Well?" she demands.

Ian raises his head from between his wife's thighs. "Oh sorry, yes. Whatever you say dear." He returns his focus to the task of pleasuring her, always his first job of the day, hoping this momentary lapse in attention wouldn't prove too costly.

"Everything's under control here with the baby. I'm going to start expressing his milk so these puppies stay nice and fat." Laura squeezed her tits and then ran her tongue over the back of her knuckles capturing the sweet liquid. "The pittance you bring home isn't going to cut it much longer. Ah, that's better."

It was true. Ian's wife was the chief breadwinner these days. In the run up to her maternity leave especially, her rise up the corporate ladder at Pratt & Sons had been remarkable. However, it was obvious she had been missing the cut and thrust of the business world, despite being a doting mother. She was loving, kind and patient with their youngster, but she had always been clear that demonstrating the power of an independent female was important for the next generation, and her return to work would happen sooner rather than later.

"Yes. That's it," she muttered, providing Ian with some small encouragement in his oral efforts. "What's the name of your bosses' manager?"

Ian looks up again. "Andy Pointer?"

"No, the one above him."

"Gavin, the Ops Director?"

She pushes his head back down. "Yes, that's the chap. He's offered me a job. Or rather, I'm going to 'assume a position of power within his command and control structure' if you want to be formal."

"You mean you're not going back to your old job at Pratts? You're coming to work at my place?"

"Yes, but don't tell anyone. They don't know we're married. It might hurt my prospects."

"What?" Ian is a little stung by the implications of this comment.

"Bub, bub. Concentrate."

Ian feels a sharp stab in each flank and quickly resumes his efforts, burying his face deep in her pussy. Slowly she relaxes the pressure of the stiletto heels jamming into his sides.

Every morning he performs this act of devotion, but sometimes Laura feels the need to guide his efforts more forcefully in the right direction. On those occasions Ian is required to respectfully kiss the sole of each warm bare foot proffered by his wife, before helping her to slip on the red patent leather shoes, with which she can jab him, to ensure a better level of satisfaction from the execution of his duties.

By now she has him pretty well trained as to what she likes and if she were honest, the ritual of the sharpened footwear was just a piece of theatre. Heels in bed make her feel sexy and making Ian squeal while he tongues her cunt makes her feel even more so.

Soon Laura is building towards a climax.

As soon as she is done, Ian carefully removes the shoes and puts them away in their proper place in the wardrobe, before padding downstairs to make tea. He leaves his wife luxuriating post-orgasmically in bed, prior to her shower.

In the kitchen he sets the kettle to boil and pulls out three cups. There is a quiet slap of bare feet on the floor and a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. Ian felt warm lips, a soft kiss on his ear.

"Morning," she says. It's Janine, the nanny.

"How is the little man?" Ian asks.

The little man is Noel. Why Noel? Ian wasn't quite sure. He wasn't born or, as far as Ian knew, conceived around Christmas. Laura said it was to do with a French connection somewhere in her family and was traditional, so Noel it was. After arriving three months ago he had immediately pushed his way to the head of the household. No question. Ian's own position had remained unchanged. Bottom of the heap. No question.

"Sleeping soundly after an early feed. How is your little man?" Janine deftly unties Ian's dressing gown and makes a grab for his crotch.

"Stop that," he whispers hoarsely, wriggling away. Ian is aware of the weak, pleading quality to his tone. "You'll get me in trouble."

Janine laughs. There is a cruel edge to her laughter. Ian knows it is the prospect of him being punished for her misdeeds that she enjoys, rather than any particular desire for him sexually. Nonetheless, she snatches at his collar as he tries to escape and pulls off his gown, leaving him naked.

"Nice ass!" she cries, spotting the red bloom on Ian's cheeks. "She really went to town on you last night huh? Let me look."

"No," he whines. "I've got to make the tea."

"Hands on the counter!" She claps loudly.

Ian's shoulders slump in defeat. Now he will have to obey. He turns and complies.

"What's happened here?" She is looking closely at the indentations in his flanks from Laura's heels.

Ian explains about the shoes. "If she's really horny she insists on wearing her riding boots," he tells Janine. "They have spurs. Honest to God spurs! And if I complain, she says until I work off my love handles, I deserve everything I get."

"Oh, that wife of yours is one long streak of nasty. I mean, she's gorgeous, but such a cunt! Still, you could stand to lose a few pounds, Lard Boy. Now, spread your legs."

She kneels behind him so she can examine his spanked ass. Ian feels cool fingers trailing over the red hot peppers of his butt cheeks.

"She did a really good job here. I'm kinda jealous."

"Because you want to spank me or because you want her to spank you?"

"I'm not sure. Either? Both!" She laughs throatily and kisses Ian's throbbing skin. One hand rests in the small of his back while the other gently cups his balls as she runs her wet tongue over a scalding buttock.

Ian lets out a satisfied sigh at the long, cooling line of saliva. She paints the cherry orb of his ass with languid stripes and his cock begins to stiffen. She gradually works her way into his dark crack until she is grazing the crinkled dimple of his sensitive hole with each upward stroke.

"You're all hard," she says in mock innocent surprise, standing and bouncing up onto the counter beside him. "Do you want to fuck me?"

She is wearing just a loose, sleeveless t-shirt which exposes her pink pussy when she draws her legs up to her shoulders, heels on the work surface, all coltish limbs and big eyes.

"C'mon," she says. "I bet you could pound me into next week with that monster. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

"I mustn't. I can't. The tea!" Ian hisses, while watching her rubbing two fingers over and around her succulent cunt.

At that moment, the roaring kettle clicks off and Ian jumps in surprise at the sound of his wife's voice behind him.

"Just fuck her and get it over with!" she barks. Laura has emerged from the shower and tied a tiny towel around her waist. She is still wet.

"Hi Laura! I was just teasing," trills Janine leaping down from the counter and racing over to plaster herself against the older woman's glistening form. A deep, languid kiss ensues.

Ian potters around putting his gown back on and making tea. When he looks over, Janine's t-shirt is missing in action and her hand is lost in a blur under Laura's towel.

Soon a convulsing orgasm has been conjured by Janine's expert touch and she is kneeling to lap at Laura's pouting pussy, by way of reward. "I miss the taste of your cunt in the morning," she says between licks.

"And I miss that naughty tongue of yours," Laura purrs. "Don't worry sweetie, once Noel is settled into a routine we can kick Ian back into the spare room where he belongs."

As Ian moves past the fused pair, Laura growls, "Number Five today. You were all over the place this morning."

Number Five is the largest of his butt plugs. It's a punishment that follows the frequent occasions when Ian fails to satisfy his wife properly after she wakes. Ian starts to sweat at the thought of its dimensions and the day ahead at work. Luckily everyone thinks Ian has haemorrhoids because of the rubber ring he has put on his desk chair for days like this. He swallows hard, in the sudden realisation that when Laura is working at his office, he won't be allowed that particular cheat any longer.

When he had inserted and dressed, Ian hobbled out of the bathroom to find Janine, still naked, burrowing through Laura's war chest, where all the sex toys, outfits and bondage gear are stored.

She looks up grinning. "Laura's gonna hog tie me on the chaise lounge and do the thing with the candles." She holds up a length of silky rope, a box of matches and a bottle of lubricating gel.

Ian looks at her quizzically.

"The window cleaner's coming today," she explains. "We're gonna see if we can make him fall off his ladder again." She giggles and returns to her rummaging.

Ian blinks, trying not to picture the scene, and heads downstairs.

 

Chapter Two

 

Two days earlier Laura had been sitting in Gavin's office. She was wearing a business-like, matching jacket and skirt, coupled with a pale green blouse. She knew she looked hot and as expected, Gavin had been leering at her from the moment she walked in. All that time spent in the gym, losing her baby weight and getting back into shape had really paid off.

"So Miss?"

"Ms. Call me Laura."

"Oh. Right. Laura, am I allowed to ask if you're married?"

"Actually, I prefer to leave my home life at home. People make assumptions and it restricts how they think about you."

She crossed her legs allowing her skirt to ride up over her knee. Gavin stared. Laura watched him staring.

Eventually Gavin regained his focus. "OK. Well, you've made great strides at Pratt & Sons. What's your secret?"

Laura smiled. "I made it my mission to exploit the female employees."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Most companies underpay their female staff and justify it by not utilising them properly. What I do is encourage the women in a workplace to demand more. More input, more power, more money."

"Oh. So, where's the upside for me in that, cost-benefit wise?" asked Gavin, with the hint of a smirk.

"Any manager guilty of sidelining someone who works for them because of their gender, is also going to be underestimating fifty percent of your customer base. They need to be removed. You get a salary saving and more effective use of your staff. You also remove a drag on sales. When that pans out to your bottom line, everyone wins."

Gavin laughed. "You make it sound so obvious. How do you know who's worth keeping and who's not?"

Laura stood up. "It's simple. I offer them a challenge. How about we take you as an example? Something tells me you'll pass with flying colours. You're not afraid of strong women are you?"

"No." Gavin's voice trembled just a touch.

Laura walked round the desk and stood close. "You're not confused just because you find someone sexually desirable?" She put her hands on the arms of his chair, her breasts directly in front his face.

Gavin shook his head. His eyes were locked onto Laura's cleavage.

"You'd have no problem accepting orders from a female, right?" Laura moved her hands from the chair and placed them on Gavin's thighs. Her lips were now almost touching his.

"Er, right," Gavin mumbled.

Laura straightened up and pushed Gavin's chair back. She turned away, slipping her jacket half off and looked back over her shoulder seductively. "And you're not confused by the roles a woman can fulfil. An employee, a confidante, a mother," she paused until Gavin looked her in the eye, rather than at her ass. "A lover?" Laura shrugged her jacket fully off and faced her prospective boss.

She sat on the edge of his desk, pushing his old fashioned fountain pen set to one side. Gavin was staring again. His eyes stayed on her chest as she dangled one shoe from the end of her toes. Her nipples were magnets holding Gavin's attention. She reached up to touch them. They were wet. Two stains had darkened the pale blouse. The marks spread and Laura sighed in satisfaction as she touched herself. Gavin licked his lips.

Laura smiled and rubbed the breast milk between her fingertips. "See? You're confident, vigorous and understanding. I knew you'd ace this. I love finding a man secure enough to be able to get naked in front of a real woman. Take off your clothes."

Gavin looked up in surprise.

Laura spoke in a suddenly brisk manner. "That's the test. Show me that you have the self-assurance, the poise to strip for me and I'm all yours." Laura licked her fingers, her voice softened. "I'll leave Pratt & Sons and devote myself to you, one hundred percent. Body and soul. Inside and out."

Gavin stood up but hesitated.

Laura pulled open her blouse and squeezed her breasts together. Two rivulets ran over her fingers and down her belly. "I hope I wasn't wrong about you," she purred, "because I'm a really good fuck. You can ask, well, almost anyone." She grinned wickedly.

Gavin tore at his shirt and tie. His shoes went in different directions, one knocking over a picture of his wife on the windowsill as he kicked it off. His belt cracked as he whirled it from its loops and suddenly he was naked. He was also breathless and very much erect.

Laura eyed him up and down and smiled. "Ooh yummy! That's just what I was hoping for. Now, come and fuck me. Hard!" She turned and bent over the desk lying face down, hauling up her skirt.

"You're not wearing any panties!" Gavin's tone was gleefully incredulous.

She looked back at him over her shoulder and said, "I find they get in the way of developing intimate relationships with key stakeholders, or when I just need a nice hard cock inside me." She landed a hefty slap on her bare ass. "Hurry up. I want you to treat me like a dirty bitch."

Gavin advanced and quickly slid himself home. Laura gave a sigh of satisfaction as he began to fuck her with slow, controlled thrusts, going deeper each time until her body was being jolted forward across the desk with every powerful stroke.

Laura moaned in pleasure and encouragement. Gavin bent over grabbing her shoulders and increased his pace. The flat slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a metronome running faster and faster.

"Wait!" she cried.

Gavin stopped his movements and stepped back, easing his silvered meat from her pussy as Laura straightened up. There were dark stains on the blotting pad where her breasts had been plastered to the desk. Turning, she pulled him towards her.

"Lie down. On your back," she instructed, peeling off her blouse and unzipping her skirt.

When Gavin was prone on the desk top she clambered up and stood towering over him, naked except for her heels.

"I want a twenty percent increase in salary and an expense account," she said, squatting down and taking hold of his cock. She rubbed him against the wet lips of her pussy before sinking down, impaling herself.

"Yes!" hissed Gavin, his head flung back, muscles taut, eyes closed. "Yes."

Laura put her hands on his chest and worked herself up and down his shaft, matching his bucking, upward thrusts.

"I want a company car too," she cried.

Their movements were feverish and barely controlled now.

"Yes, yes!" said Gavin through gritted teeth.

"Oh, and dental."

"Yes!"

At this point, Gavin convulsed. He lifted them both off the wooden surface as he drove into her then fell back, before curling his torso up and raising his head to Laura's chest. He held still, his whole body tensed and he exploded inside her. She crushed her breasts in her hands, spraying and spurting her milk over his face and into his mouth as he pumped cum into her belly.