Submitting to Her(58)

"Very good," Ms Jenkinson said, and leaned forward to get a better view of my nudity.

Zoey stood up, and ordered me down on the floor with a single sharp: "Down."

I dropped to my knees, trying to conceal any sign of shivering, though there was nothing I could do about the goose bumps.

"Try him," Zoey said. "I can handle it."

Why did I start feeling like some kind of peace offering?

Ms Jenkinson gazed at me, and I felt her steely eyes brutally penetrate me. After what seemed like an age, she gave a simple nod, then rose from her chair.

"Very well," she said, stepping around the desk toward me.

Zoey stepped back, but from my position I couldn't easily turn to look at her, gauge her expression - and feeling the importance of being obedient just then, I wasn't going to move so that I could see her.

The blonde woman circled me, examining me. I felt like a piece of meat, a prize bull on show.

"I can see why you like him, Zoey," she said.

Then she stopped in front of me, stooped, reached to cup my genitals. I felt my cock throbbing at her cool touch. Jesus - was Zoey just going to let her boss maul me? How far was this peace offering to go?

"I think he likes it when I touch him," Ms Jenkinson said.

I couldn't help it. The way she stooped so close to me, the top few buttons of her shirt undone, the material parted to reveal a glimpse of her small but noticeable cleavage. I could also detect her perfume, and a feminine scent had always been one of my biggest turn-ons. She was seriously attractive, despite having a good 10 to 15 years' seniority to me. She had those crisp, elegant good looks that along with her straw-yellow hair parted at the side and tied back in a loose ponytail, meant Amy Jenkinson could have just about passed for a cheerleader.

She appeared to have a cruel streak as far as Zoey was concerned, or else she was testing her vice president, pushing her to see how far this would go. She now gently pumped my hardness, and said: "I like touching him, too."

I wanted to turn to Zoey, see what she wanted me to do, read her expression for any kind of clues - but I couldn't. I was frozen to the spot. Was my beautiful Zoey angry with me for responding to this woman so visibly? My cock was obscenely hard in her soft yet strong hands.

"Lie down," the blonde ordered, and I did as I was told, spreading myself out on the carpet before these two women.

I did snatch a glance at Zoey, but the pretty brunette offered only a neutral, impassive look that told me nothing.

Now our chief executive stepped over my chest, then crouched, so that I could see she was wearing thigh-high stockings, not pantyhose, and then she kept on moving so her knees were either side of my head, one hand lifting her skirt to reveal a pair of black satin thongs just about covering her pussy.

Jesus.

"Will you be a willing servant for me as well?" she asked me, only it didn't seem to be much of a question.

I felt her other hand now encircle my head, and she was pulling my face up to her, pressing me to her flesh. I could feel intense heat through the soft satin material, smell the strong scent of her arousal along with her elegant perfume.

Ms Jenkinson let out a low moan as she felt the heat of my mouth through her panties.

"You like it?" she asked me. "You like my scent?"

"Yes, Ms Jenkinson," I replied, and she pressed me to her panties again, pressing my nose to the damp material to inhale her spicy aroma.

I couldn't help but suspect that Zoey had learned more than just business from this woman. Even from her movements, the way she handled me, I caught the impression that Amy Jenkinson was the one I could thank for some of the thrilling experiences with her former intern.

Ms Jenkinson pulled my head away from her, and now stood once again, looking over at Zoey, trying to read her.

"You're sure about this, Zoey?" she said.

The pretty brunette walked over to us, and now knelt beside me, beside her boss. She gazed up at the blonde woman with what appeared to be reverence and deference. "I'm sure," she said. "You can see I'm not hung up on him."

Zoey now reached up under Ms Jenkinson's skirt, and I caught my breath as she now slipped the woman's panties down over her thighs, and helped her to step out of them.

Then our CEO was returning to her position over my face, and as her bare pussy now touched down on my lips, I could see that Zoey was holding up her boss's panties to inhale her scent, perhaps demonstrating her own submission to the top dog, perhaps seeking a clue as to how I was feeling with the attractive blonde now nestling her pussy over my mouth and nose. Or perhaps, I wondered, even remembering a previous encounter with our company chief.

Ms Jenkinson tasted different than my Zoey - a little saltier, a little sharper. She had a soft sprinkling of hair all around her pussy, though her bikini line was tidy, and it tickled my face a little as she rubbed herself over me. All this felt so wrong - but who was I to object? This attractive woman was our CEO, no less, and I was only following Zoey's orders.