Submitting to Her(79)

My ears pricked up. "Thank you, Ma'am."

She slowly wandered back around to the other side of the desk. "A friend of mine works for a political consultancy down in DC, needs some help in their new publishing division," Ms Jenkinson said. "A proficient salesman and team leader like yourself would be an asset. I'd be happy to recommend you."

"Thank you, Ma'am. That would be wonderful."

She removed her jacket, draping it over her desk in a manner you didn't usually see, but would keep it flat. I thought nothing of it, I was so ecstatic that I was going to get the personal recommendation of our chief executive for a promising new position at another company - even if I'd most likely have to move to another city to take it up. Even the hassle of relocating felt somehow promising if it meant a fresh start.

"I'll accept your resignation as soon as you care to submit it," the attractive blonde said, now unfastening the buttons on her blouse. "But I think given the injuries you've sustained, it would be only reasonable to allow you to serve out your notice period at home."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

She pulled off her blouse, revealing a lacy white bra and plenty of smooth, flawless skin - and suddenly I did notice her intentions. Wow, she certainly was a tiger. Whether or not I had actively affected Zoey's ability to lead men, in this moment I felt certain that Zoey and myself had affected Ms Jenkinson's fondness for inappropriate sexual conduct at work.

Her skirt fell to the floor, and she said in an extraordinarily serene voice: "Then we have an agreement."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Her bra came next, her beautiful breasts and taut nipples were exposed to the chill air-conditioned office.

"Perhaps you might like to show your appreciation for my support in this, Aiden," she said, slipping her white lacy panties down over her toned thighs to reveal her little trimmed bush of golden hair.

"Of course," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. It felt like all kinds of wrong - betrayal against Zoey even though she had betrayed me so cruelly, and despite the fact that the last time I'd been in this room, my beloved had ordered me to have my way with this woman.

"You can lock the door behind you and then come over," she said, offering me a warm smile as she took a seat in her chair, now completely naked.

Jesus, she was a sight. Once the door was locked, I found her sitting in the chair leaning to one side, with her left leg curled up under her as though she were sitting cross-legged, but only on the one side. Along with her shapely breasts and her bullet-like nipples, it meant I had a superlative view of her pussy as I walked toward her again.

"Take off your clothes, Aiden," she said. "Let me see that beautiful cock of yours."

On her side of the desk, after a nervous glance outside the floor-to-ceiling windows to ensure we could not be seen from there, I disrobed. I could see her eyes focus on me as I revealed my manhood to her, see them light up as she took in just how hard I was from the sight of her trim naked form.

"Come here," she said again, and I stepped up to her, whereupon she took my cock in her hands, and leaned down to lick the underside of my helmet.

I couldn't help but groan as she squeezed my shaft, her tongue lashing around the tip of my hardness. She had such a classically beautiful face, she could have been a model.

"Aren't I lucky to have such a pretty toy," she said, grinning up at me before taking my manhood inside her hot, wet mouth, little dimples created in her cheeks as she sucked on my flesh, then sank down on my shaft.

I simply moaned, and placed my hand gently on the back of her neck, though without applying any force - I wasn't sure I was allowed to.

She broke off, more than a little breathless, and said: "Do it, Jones. Fuck my face."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said.

I placed both hands on the side of her head now, over her ears, my fingers reaching around the back of her head, around her ponytail. Now I did as she asked, controlling the movement of her head on my cock.

It felt strange, considering not only the role I had gotten used to, serving these powerful women, but also the fact that I'd never really controlled a blow job from a woman before.

After a few moments, I was simply holding her head still and rocking my hips to take her command more literally, fucking her pretty ex-cheerleader's face, and from her moans she appeared to be enjoying it. While one hand held my thigh, her other hand swept down her body to massage her breasts while I penetrated her mouth, ultimately falling between her legs where she could tease her clit.

She pulled back, and I had no problems giving back full control.

"I think we might have to arrange conjugal visits," she joked, withdrawing me from her mouth before beginning a more leisurely licking and sucking once again, while she also touched herself between her thighs. "You're going to be tough to replace, Aiden."