"A Taste For Pussy, Chapter 2"

As you can imagine, work just wasn't the same after I fucked my boss, Karen.
In fact, Karen totally withdrew. She avoided my looks and retreated from any
effort to have an actual conversation. I could tell she was pretty freaked
out by what had happened, and she was not handling it well.

I kind of expected her to do this, so I gave her a couple of days to get
used to the idea that she actually liked bumping naughty parts with other
women.  As for myself I drifted around work on a little cloud after seducing
her. I loved to sit at my desk and think about how beautiful she had looked
when she had come for me. Forever frozen in my mind was the image of her
hunched over me with her hands under my ass pulling herself deeper onto the
double-ended dildo. My mind's eye would study the grimace of ecstasy that
adorned her face as she steadily built us both up to climax. I relished
image of her that was burned into my mind after that night. It was a
snapshot image of her as she climaxed: her head thrown back and her mouth
open as she hoarsely screamed with pleasure; her body glistening with sweat
from her exertion; her breasts heaving and jiggling with her perfect nipples
puckered and erect.  My memories of that night were of passion and pleasure
for both of us and I could not fathom why she was acting so weird now.

After waiting the two days I felt would be necessary for her to think things
over, I planned to have another chat with her.  I knew that she tended to
stay late at work, so I waited till after quitting time and casually
strolled into her office.  She had her head bent down over her desk as she
reviewed her papers. I knew that she felt my presence as I waited quietly in
the doorway for her to acknowledge me, but she continued to stare at the
papers in front of her.

I cleared my throat, hoping that she would look up. She didn't. By refusing
to look up she made it pretty clear to me that her plan was just to ignore
me and the whole situation and hope that it would go away. Strangely enough
her method of coping with stress by ignoring it only served to make her more
attractive to me. For one, I hate being ignored and by doing so she was
unintentionally challenging me to force her to pay attention to me, and that
's what dominating people was all about. Secondly, by sitting there and
quietly enduring the discomfort of the situation Karen was demonstrating a
classic submissive trait- the ability to take pain quietly.

I stood there in the doorway for a minute to burn yet another image of her
into my mind, that of her as she sat there trying to ignore me. Suddenly my
mind was filled with the deliciously sinful possibilities that would be open
to me if Karen were bound to her office chair: how pretty her face would
look with the bright red imprint of my hand on one cheek; how eyes would
stare up at me angelically as I forced her to lick my pussy; and how those
same eyes would bulge with fear as I strapped on my harness and contemplated
how big a dildo to force on her.

At this moment I also stopped to take inventory of my feelings for Karen. My
feelings about her were never so simple as to be characterized by a single
description; they had always been a bubbling stew of different emotions.
Before I had seduced her the emotions that had been bubbling through me were
the emotions of love at first sight: lust for her body, curiosity to know
more about her, the excitement of the chase, the need to see her submit to
me, and the fear that this would all backfire.  As is typical with new
infatuations, I had spent a great deal of idle time at the start of our
relationship fantasizing about her.  All this mental energy cooked and
simmered my emotions until Karen became all I could think about. My
emotional stew had an exquisite flavor of raw sexual passion with a hint of
obsession. The stuff that makes young love so much fun.

I remembered discussing her childhood with her and how sheltered she had
been as she grew up.  My infatuation with her grew when she told me of the
stability of her family and of her previous boyfriends. She seemed to me
like a beautiful but fragile sailing vessel that had never endured an actual
storm. I licked my lips at the thought of how many opportunities my
relationship with her was going to afford me to test her emotional storm
worthiness.  My main fascination with her was her innocence and the
possibility that I might be the first to corrupt it.

Strangely, I felt a pang of guilt as I watched her efforts to avoid speaking
to me. My plans to push her emotions beyond their breaking point seemed by
turns both delicious and horribly selfish. Now guilt may be a natural part
of most people's emotional repertoire, but I was a sexual dominant who got
her kicks by inflicting pain, discomfort and humiliation. Guilt had never
been part of that equation and I was determined it was not going to be part
of them now. I pushed my guilt aside, strolled forward, and sat down in the
chair in front of her.

"So," I said, "are you saying it wasn't good for you?"

"Please go away Deborah," Karen said without an upward glance. "I have
already fucked this whole situation up beyond repair and I don't feel like
making it any worse right now."

"Really?" I questioned. "I don't see why you are blaming yourself for the
acts of two consenting adults."

"For one, I blame myself because I am your superior and so I should not have
engaged in any sexual activity with you," she said finally looking up to
show me her lugubrious face. "Secondly, I am a straight woman and very happy
that way. I do not want to explore lesbian or bisexual issues and should
have never let things get as far as they did."

"I see. Well, just because you attended a different practice doesn't mean
you've suddenly signed with a different team," I said in an attempt to
lighten her mood.

"I don't see the humor in this. You seduced me. You got me high and made me
do things I never would have done had I been sober."

"I got you high? As I remember Karen it was your suggestion. Besides, you
certainly did seem to be enjoying yourself. I vividly remember you screaming
about how good it felt as you pulled yourself onto that dildo."

"Goddamn you!" she yelled rising from her chair.  "I am trying very hard to
put this behind me and I don't appreciate you coming in here to rehash this.
What we did was.wrong. It was."

And with that she began to cry. She quickly brought a hand to her mouth to
cover the sobbing so no one else in the company would here it. Then she
turned from me and ran out of the room, down the hallway, and into the
Ladies' Room.

I sat for a moment reflecting on how things had not gone the way I had hoped
and trying to think of a way that I could salvage the situation. My original
plan of moving her further along the S&M path seemed to be all but derailed.
Still, I had hope. I got up from the chair, and calmly walked to the Ladies
Room. As it was after quitting time for most employees the office floor was
pretty deserted and I hoped that that extended to the Ladies Room as well.
My hopes were answered as I opened the door and found the room deserted
except for sobbing coming from one of the toilet stalls. I decided that the
best way for me to move things forward was to adopt an angry demeanor. So I
put a pissed off look on my face and walked into the stall.

I found Karen, seated on the toilet seat and curled into a little sobbing
ball. "What?" Karen sobbed as she looked up. "Jesus, can't you just leave me
alone?"

"Of course I can Karen. In fact, I will leave right now and never say
another word if you can honestly look at me with those baby blue eyes and
tell me that you didn't genuinely enjoy our sexual encounter, because as I
remember it you were having a fucking great time riding that dildo to
orgasm. For that matter so did I. So we were just two adults messing around
and having a great time. Why are you fucking it up now?"

"I'm sorry," Karen said after a reflective pause. "I just. don't know what
to think of all this."



"I know it's all a little sudden Karen, but your flipping out is not helping
matters. Still, no harm done," I said lightening my tone and glad to be
beyond the drama for a time.

"Yea, you're right," she agreed. "So tell me, did you really like it?"

"Like it?" I laughingly questioned as a broad smile spread across my face.
"Fucking you was the highlight of my month. You were great."

"Thanks," Karen said blushing. "Well maybe we will do it again sometime."

"Hmm, not so fast Karen. I am not sure I am going to let you off that easy."

"What?" she questioned suddenly not sure what I meant.

"You've really been putting me through hell here; you are my boss and my
lover. Don't you think it gets a little stressful when you freak out like
that."

"Well, I said I was sorry."

"Yea, but I wasn't sure you meant it. Do you mean it?"

"Of course I do Deborah."

"Well then," I said arriving at a moment I had been planning since we were
last naked. "Prove it to me. Get on your knees here in front of me and beg
my forgiveness." Here it was, the moment of truth. As I saw it, Karen had
two options freak out or indulge my dominant streak. I silently hoped for
the later.

"Hmm," Karen considered. Then that adorable wry smile that I had come to
love spread across her face indicating that she was starting to have fun
with the idea.

 The boundless joy that comes from receiving the acceptance of one whose
rejection you feared flooded through me as I saw my dream come true- Karen
smiling broadly as she slid from the toilet to her knees in front of me. I
stood frozen by the perfect juxtaposition of my beautiful, radiant angel on
her knees and the dim, cold, ugly, antiseptic bathroom stall in which this
magnificent moment was taking place. "Wow," was the only thought I could
keep in my mind. I feared to move or even breathe lest I end the fairytale
that I had found in the woman's bathroom. It was then that I realized that
my feelings for this woman ran more deeply than I had ever allowed myself to
believe. She was more than a conquest for me; she was my lover.

Ever so slowly I raised my hands and brought them to her face. I moved them
in small circles over her cheeks, watching gleefully as her flawless fair
skin rose and feel over her high angular cheekbones. I am not sure how long
I cooed over her there on her knees until some semblance of my original plan
re-entered my mind. I remembered that I had intended on making her submit to
me. And as glorious as this moment was, it was still just a beginning.

I moved my left hand down her face to cradle her jaw. Then I playfully swung
my right hand back. "I am going to slap you Karen, are you scared?"

Karen's beatific face did not change expression. In fact, she never even
looked at my hand. Instead, she just looked up at me her eyes never wavering
from my face. "I feel safe with you Deborah. I don't know why but I trust
that you won't really hurt me."

I melted. Many had submitted to me. Never had I felt so privileged. The
trust of an innocent was far more intense that I had ever expected. I was
still determined that I would make her suffer a bit, but I was also sure
that she would never regret it.

Returning to the task at hand, I forcefully brought my hand down against her
face. A loud clap rang out and her cheek warmed noticeably as it began to
redden. "Did that hurt?" I asked.

Karen looked down to think for a second, but the smile never left her face.
"Yes, that did. But. I've never been slapped before. It's not so bad
 really," she said marveling at the absurdity of her statement.

"I'll give you a choice Karen. How do you want to make up to me for all that
you have put me through over these last couple of days? Would you like for
me to punish you or would you like to make me come right here and now?"

Karen smiled mischievously. Then she reached under my skirt, grabbed my ass,
and began gently pulling me toward her. My pussy, already charged from the
extreme emotions that had been coursing through me, tingled in anticipation
of what it was about to receive. As my crotch neared her face, she moved her
hands to the top of my hips, grabbed at the lacy material of my panties, and
pulled them to the floor. My juices started flowing as she ducked under my
skirt and started slowly rubbing her hands over my pubic mound. As a
pleasant sexual buzz started to build in me, my hands moved behind her head
and I pulled her into me.

I had to force back a scream as Karen began to nibble on my sensitive
clitoris. Then she started to snake her tongue up into my pussy as she
massaged my button with her index finger. A pleasure contraction shot threw
me that was so intense I fell back against the door of the stall. Karen,
grinned at the effect she was having on my, then she crawled forward on her
knees to finish the job. I reached down and drew up my skirt so she would
have better access.

Karen took advantage of my more reclined position to use her hands to spread
my pussy apart. She paused to admire what was probably the closest encounter
she had had with another woman's pussy before she dove back into my brown
jungle. It didn't take long for her to finish me off.

She started lapping furiously at my clit as she slid a finger of two into
me. For an amateur she seemed to know just what she was doing as her fingers
started to massage around the area of my G-spot. The intense action of her
fingers and tongue combined with the rush of emotion that I was feeling and
I started to scream and buck back against the stall door. I came in an
ecstasy of writhing and screaming under Karen's wonderful administration. I
am not sure if anyone was on the floor to hear us, but I thanked my lucky
stars that no one walked in the door.

After catching my breath, I looked down at Karen. The site of her in nicely
pressed dark suit as she kneeled on the bathroom floor with my pussy juices
all over her face made me horny all over again. "I have plans for you my
dear," I said.

"I hope so," Karen said smiling up at me. "May I get up now?"

"Yes you have demonstrated the earnestness of your apology to me."

"For today," I added as she picked herself up off the floor. "Soon I have
much more intense plans for your body."

"I can't wait," she said smiling warmly at me.