For him to clean up her pussy

“...clean me up a little?”

“How so?”

“The last time I dated a guy, he’d eat me out if he creampied me. So it wouldn’t leak out during the day.”

Steven laughed, “oh so he was bi too?”

Veronica rolled her eyes, “no, he was just polite.”

“I’ll do you one better.”

He turned to his computer and typed a message to Eliza: You’re needed in my office now. Don’t speak until I’ve given you permission.

It wasn’t long before Eliza was opening his office door. Veronica was still bent over the desk, and it immediately dawned on Eliza what was happening. Her eyes went wide in horror.

“Come inside, close and lock the door, Eliza.”

She nodded and followed his commands, standing against the door once it was shut.

“Eliza, you’re going to clean up Veronica’s slutty pussy. Veronica, on your back and don’t move.

A look crossed the intern’s face, but the command not to speak killed it on her lips. Veronica rolled over, legs still spread, and he savored the look of his cum dripping from her. Eliza walked over and stood next to her boss, still looking in horror at her situation. Steven looked down at Eliza, looking more at her chest than her face, and saw the glint of a cross between her tits. He’d missed that before, but that explained the whole waiting for marriage thing.

He leaned down and whispered to her: “Eliza, you are going to lick my cum out of Veronica’s pussy. And you’re going to do this because watching you will bring me pleasure. Anything that will bring me pleasure is good to do. Because you know what I am to you, right?”

He deliberately let that hang in the air. Eliza would remember that she was to think of him as her husband, but he didn’t need Veronica knowing that. Eliza nodded and knelt between Veronica’s legs. She began to lick as though she were licking an ice cream cone. The commandment to clean Veronica’s pussy was driving her. She hadn’t been commanded to pleasure Veronica, but the way Veronica was squirming she liked what Eliza was doing either way. Steven was very content to let them stay like this. He gently pushed Veronica to the side so he could still use his computer and began typing away while the lesbian display continued next to him.

“You know what, Veronica? You can’t speak either. Not until I give you permission. I have some work to do.”

Veronica squirmed. She was getting pleasure from Eliza’s mouth, but not enough to get her over the edge. She was incapable of moving to get more stimulation or correcting the novice pussy-licker’s technique. She stared daggers at Steven, who finally had the clarity of mind to work on his most complicated client project. Periodically, he would reach over and play with Veronica’s tits like they were a fidget toy. He found he did his best thinking while pinching and rolling them, and it was all Veronica could do not to scream.

He let them go on for almost an hour before he felt like he was at a good break. He looked over. Veronica was red all across the face and neck. She was no closer to cumming after all that time, but god she wanted to. Eliza’s face was dripping with her juices, but she was no longer leaking cum.

“I think that’s sufficient, Eliza. You can stop.”

Eliza stood robotically. She gently rubbed her knees and shook out one of her feet that must have gone to sleep from being in the same position for so long.

“Now, Veronica, remember: none of this is rape. You can’t say no, so it can’t be. Anyone who compliments your body, you have to thank them; and any comment is a compliment. Just like groping, just like someone sliding their hand between your legs, just like spanking. All compliments. And you’ll tell no one about any of these rules. You’ll just behave like they’re true.”

He grabbed her tit, slid his hand between her legs, and spanked her clit while he spoke. He watched as the light behind her eyes changed. He was changing something fundamental about her personality, and he thought it would be for the better.

“No birth control. Make whatever excuse to your girlfriend. And remember: you’re a slut.” Veronica whimpered slightly. Steven smiled, “good, you can speak again.”

“Thank you, Steven. And thank you, Eliza.”

“Good, now get up, straighten yourself out, and get to work. Just like normal.”

As Veronica left, he thought he could see a dark patch on the back of her skirt where her juices had soaked in. She was going to have a fun rest of the day, totally horny and unable to do anything. Afterall, it wouldn’t be normal to jill herself off at her desk, no matter how much she needed it. She unlocked the door and slipped out. Steven turned to Eliza and caught the flash of her tongue darting back in after licking her lips.

“Does someone like eating pussy, Eliza? You may speak now.”

“No sir, but I could tell that whore’s juices were dripping and I don’t want to ruin my blouse.”

“Strong language.”

“My pastor says lesbians are whores.”

Steven smiled, “quite right. But I’m sure he also says to respect your husband and do what he says.”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Because that pleased me immensely to watch you two like that.”

A blush crossed Eliza’s face. “I’m glad sir.”

“You can go back to work now. Don’t clean up until you’re about to go home. Then you can wash your face.”

Eliza nodded and slipped out quietly. It pleased Steven to no end to know that she would smell faintly of Veronica’s pussy. Corrupting the women of the office was going to be fun. Maybe by the labor day party he would be able to show off his hot wife and his workplace harem. His appetites sated, he worked through the rest of the day, happy to have been given the gift of this spiral.