Under Her Thumb - Sex Stories

Under Her Thumb

... belly. She reaches between her legs with one hand and pulls the crotch of her briefs aside, exposing once again her shaven cunt with the bushy toupee. Hooking the leg opening of her briefs with her pinky and ring finger, she spreads her cunt with both hands. ‘Draw closer.’ I lean my upper body forward until my face is at an inch of her shiny cunt. I remember the impregnating cunt smell. She pushes herself up to her toes until her cunt is hovering above my mouth. ‘Now open your mouth. I know you like this, so I don’t want any histrionics or manifestations of false pride. The way you deal with this will determine your future with the company. I can still have you fired.’ I open my mouth and wait. Her belly tightens as she starts pushing. I know exactly what is coming, but sit tight. She is right, the whole concept of serving as a human toilet arouses me. It is not completely new to me, as I have watched videos on the internet of women both pissing and shitting into men’s mouths. I feel my dick grow in my pants while I wait expectantly. It painfully pulls my pubic hairs as it pushes its way up my boxers, but I dare not adjust. It takes her about half a minute to produce a thin stream, which trickles onto my chin and down my neck into my shirt. I quickly adjust my position to catch it in my open mouth, but then her piss starts shooting out in a straight thick line and I have to move upwards to keep from getting soaked. There is a hissing sound from her cunt and a gurgling ...

... sound in my mouth, rising in pitch like a glass of water being poured. I swallow as fast as I can, but it is impossible to keep up with the forceful stream. My mouth soon overflows and her piss is flowing down my chin and cheeks into the bidet below me. Ms. Saunders pisses for over a minute. When the stream finally lets down, she shoots three successive squirts of piss into my mouth and steps back. ‘You can clean me now. Use your handkerchief, toilet paper gives me the hives.’ I pull out my hanky and start wiping her cunt. Before I get to the end of the first wipe, she slaps me across the head with such force that I almost lose my balance. ‘Softly! Don’t you know women are extremely sensitive down there?’ I carefully dab her cunt, around and inside the cuntlips. When I’m done, she pulls the crotch of her briefs back over her cunt and straightens out her dress. ‘You have a lot to learn. You will know I’m not a patient woman, so we’ll start your training today. I expect fast progress.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders.’ I wonder how she plans to conduct the training. ‘Now go move your desk first. Ms. Pennington will show you your new location. Then report back to her for further instructions. She will explain your new duties to you and familiarize you with the project.’ ‘Yes, Ms. Saunders.’ My legs are numb and I have a hard time getting up from behind the bidet. I wipe my neck and tie with my handkerchief while I wobble out, but it is still wet from wiping Ms. Saunders’ cunt. A manual for ...