Paul’s Aide Gets Pinned Down

Stella dutifully sat in the chair opposite the couch in Paul’s office after he recused himself from sitting behind the desk to head home. Stella was good at her job, sitting with her legs crossed in her pencil skirt, professional silk blouse in a jeweled blue colour buttoned up over her chest obscuring the contours of her curvaceous body above the waist. Long straight dirt blonde hair curtained halfway down her back.

Stella tried to focus on her task. Considering what she knew of Paul’s thoughts on the park situation and just who she would call to investigate what they might do to address the list of concerns Galen Nestow claimed his staff had raised from recent emergency dispatches to the encampment in Lions Head Park.

It wasn’t long after Paul left that Stella had finished taking the strange list of recommended changes for the Lions Head Park washrooms.

More frequent garbage removal. Paul likely wouldn’t mind this.

More frequent cleanings. Again something Paul wouldn’t necessarily oppose.

New and better lighting. Yeah, Paul won’t protest.

Keeping the washrooms open through the night for the homeless to use. Paul had fought this, but in light of community sanitation, he might try championing it as a desperate act.

New toilet stalls. Possible, but unlikely going to fly with Paul.

Electrical outlets and a public charging station for phones and electronics. That’s quite the wish for Paul to agree to…

An open shower wall like at some of the public pools. No way.

Knock down the wall between the gender washrooms to make it all unisex and open concept. What?

After that last notation Stella looked up from her pad incredulously, only to drop her jaw.

“CATHERINE!” Stella gasped, wide eyed and further taken aback by the lack of reaction that Stella staring and exclaiming in shock provoked. Stella questioned how she hadn’t noticed it begin as Catherine’s casual response stunned Stella further.

“You can’t tell me you hadn’t thought of it.” Catherine coolly replied, turning to meet gazes with Galen, before looking back to Stella, then looking to her own hand.

Catherine admired the cock she had so casually fished out as Paul’s aide had listened to them and made notes. She had spent all afternoon, eagerly trying to please the will and needs of the obscure influence impressing upon her thoughts.

All to have it fulfill its promise that she’d been blessed through being used.

Leaning over Catherine delicately licked around the head of the cock she’d been stroking at Stella watched, moaning in delight at the taste before worshipfully taking is large girthy head between her lips and starting to suck it, moaning in satiated relief as she moved with ease from the practice and training the incubi of Lions Head Park had given her.

Stella’s thoughts of disbelief at Catherine’s actions had quickly become muddled, shifting from surprise that the upstanding volunteer and organizer of Paul’s election campaigns would sit there, stroking a cock open before her, to admiration of the cocks size and Catherine’s ease with sucking on it.

Stella dismissed a weak envious desire to suck on it too, unaware of the foreign ideas origin emerging from the influence of being here in proximity to these two.

“Mmm… You know Stella. If we really want to make these requests go away for Paul. You might want to come join me.” Catherine invited, massaging the large swollen testicles beneath Galen's pants as she set to work lovingly sucking on the cock, shifting onto all fours on the couch.

Stella tried to dismiss the awkward warmth and wetness between her legs as it became consciously evident. She wanted to dismiss how enticing the invite strangely growingly felt, Catherine slowly, and flawlessly deep throating herself slowly ever more, and longer for her audience.

Catherine deftly balanced herself, unbuttoning the blouse she wore and removing it, revealing the lacy half cup bra her breasts were already spilling free from, before it too was deftly discarded.

Stella shook her head in disbelief, unable to stop staring at Catherine and her professional pornstar actions when suddenly she felt her focus drawn elsewhere.

“Let me have a look at you.” Galen’s words resonated inside Stella’s mind with a commanding gravity that drew all her focus and attention away from the woman sucking on his cock.

Her eyes felt locked there, as she felt her hands blindly move as if tugged by marionette strings.

She felt her fingers and thumb pinch the hem, holding it stiff, as the other hand deftly pinched, angled and twisted the top blouse button free.

Stella trembled in a strange surge of pleasure vibrating through her in delight, her fingers sliding down the hem, allowing an even quicker, thoughtless release of a button.

As the third button popped free Stella felt her clit buzzing with desire, her nipples aching the be played with, her mouth dry and feeling thirsty for a taste.

As Stella fumbled with the fourth button she felt a climax surge through her, her hands seizing and ripping the rest of her blouse open. Panting, and trembling, in the wake of the climax Stella found her eyes still locked on Galen’s face as her blouse sunk from her shoulders in a shiver of pleasure.

Swallowing deeply Stella knew something unnatural about this was overcoming her.

As she sat there, legs now spread in her tight skirt, blouse ripped wide open, hanging on her elbows she considered fleeing from the office with the momentary clarity of the climax, even as her body buzzed with hunger and wanton desire for more.