Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... towels so perfectly ready. Did she have some kind of steamer in her office? Miss Jones walked over to Mr. Slater’s desk on long, elegant legs. Leaving the tray on his desk, she took the top one in her hands and kneeled in front of him. It was unclear exactly what she was doing, but she was busy for a minute or so. Standing up again, she walked to the couch, bringing the tray with her, which she set on the ground as she knelt between Ms. Davenport and Mr. Mawhinney. Taking one of the towels, she carefully wiped Mr. Mawhinney’s cock. The steam from the towel was visible and fragrant, smelling of clean dry laundry with an undercurrent of lemon. She washed the male partner’s cock carefully, and then took it into her mouth, sucking it briefly. Mr. Mawhinney smiled as Miss Jones kissed the head of his cock as if to say, “I’m done.” “Lovely, my dear,” he murmured, “You are heaven-sent.” Miss Jones smiled but did not say anything, as she took a fresh towel from the tray and moved over between Ms. Davenport’s legs. Anne found herself pressed against the attractive secretary’s hip as she gently washed and wiped the female partner’s pussy with the warm towel. Ms. Davenport closed her eyes in pleasure, and she smiled as she felt Miss Jones’ tongue lick her briefly, giving her the same sort of closing attention that she had given to Mawhinney. When she was done, Miss Jones took the last towel from the tray and looked pointedly at Anne. “Your turn, Miss Burlington,” she said with a smile. ...

... Anne was not quite sure how to position herself, but before she knew it, Mr. Mawhinney and Ms. Davenport each took hold of one of her hands and pulled her between them on the leather couch. Anne’s thong, which she had never removed, had fallen more or less back into place over her pussy, and Miss Jones gently pulled it to the side as she held the last towel against Anne’s pussy. The feeling was divine, as the warmth of the damp steaming cloth felt perfect on her sticky vagina. Anne’s eyes closed involuntarily as she enjoyed the feeling of being tended to so tenderly and intimately. She opened them when she felt the secretary’s tongue lick at her sex. Anne had never been eaten by a woman, and even though the secretary’s attentions were brief, the feeling was heady. Too soon, Miss Jones stopped, planting a tender but somewhat exaggerated kiss on her outer lips. “All done!” she announced. With that, Miss Jones rose to her feet gracefully, taking the used towels and piling them on her tray. She disappeared through the door as elegantly and discreetly as she had entered. The haze of lust and the feeling of unreality that had taken over from the moment that Anne had entered the office started to abate, and she asked in confusion, “What happens now?” The two partners on the couch with her looked at each other briefly before deferring to Mr. Slater, looking at him expectantly. His resonant voice cut through the room. “Now? Miss Burlington? Now, I simply expect you to go back to work. ...