Impressing the Mistress

The Mistress led you out of the ballroom and into a hallway. Your destination is only a few doors down, an office with the name Angelica Carlile emblazoned on it. Opening the door, she heads inside.

As she crosses the threshold, she calls over her shoulder "You may leave us, Olivia. I'll let you know how he does!"

"As you wish, ma'am," Miss Brouillet replied, bowing and continuing down the hallway. You were now all alone with this strange, powerful woman. You were not sure if the idea terrified or excited you!

Now inside, you could actually appreciate the beauty of this office! Gorgeous bay windows illuminate the room from the back. The light shines on an expensive mahogany desk, covered in various papers. On the left wall is a bookcase and to the right is a minibar. Walking over to her desk, Angelica twirls around and sits on the edge.

"What was your name again, boy?"

"Oh, Morgan, Mistress!"

"Well, Morgan, could you be a dear and pour me a glass of wine? There should be an open bottle of Syrah in the fridge."

You have no idea what a Syrah is, but you nod anyway and scurry over to the fridge. Luckily, the red wine is near the front and clearly labeled. Taking it out, you fetch a wine glass and fill it halfway with the dark liquid. Putting the bottle back where you found it, you bring the drink over to your Mistress.

"Ah, thank you," she softly says, taking the glass out of her hands. Bringing the rim to her lips, she lets the **** flow into her mouth. "Ah, that hits the spot." She muttered, closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the taste.

Without opening them, she barks "Get on your knees!" The soft voice is gone, replaced with a much sterner tone. You are surprised at the sudden command, obeying without question. You sink to the ground, looking up like a confused puppy.

Opening her eyes, she seems amused by your speed. Taking another sip, she savors the feeling of power. "Very good. Very good... You see, Morgan, I do not tolerate disobedience. I have neither the patience nor the inclination to put up with it. My name carries respect in this house. Any orders handed down by myself or Olivia are an extension of that name. Thus, to question or even hesitate is to disrespect me in my own home. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Then prove it!" Raising her right leg, she brought it up and rested it on the desk. As her leg was lifted, her dress slid higher and higher up her pale thigh. With the fabric bunching up around her hips, you can see she is not wearing any underwear! Her pussy is completely exposed to you, and her intentions for you are crystal clear.

You do not hesitate.

Moving closer to her, you bring your head between her legs. Her sex is well-manicured, waxed except for a neat triangle of blonde hair, pointing down towards her entrance. Her labia barely peeks out, teasing the sweetness inside. An aroma of sex and perfume invades your senses as you lean down, your mouth now an inch away from her womanhood.

In for a penny in for a pound.

Extending your tongue, your run it from the base all the way to her clit. You feel her shiver slightly at the contact, though the only sound is another sip of wine. You repeat the motion, pushing in deeper this time.

"You don't have to be so nervous," the Mistress chuckled. "It's only your job on the line!" You shuddered at her words, reminded of the stakes. Still, you had lasted with Olivia riding you. You would not let a little oral stand between you and a paycheck!

You start to go harder. Not too aggressive, but focusing near the top more. While by no means an expert, you thought you were better than average at pussy eating. The key was to focus on the clit but not too much. You don't want to overstimulate the poor woman. You feel the nerves fall away as you get into a rhythm, to the Mistresses apparent satisfaction.

"Now that's more like it..." She purred, now ever so slightly grinding against your mouth. More wine disappeared down her throat. "Maybe I'll keep you around after all..." You sped up at her encouragement, slowly building the pleasure. She grows wetter and wetter, her sweet juices flowing down your throat. Your arousal seems to rise with hers, though with significantly less relief. Your hard-on strains against your new uniform as you continue to go down on your boss.

"Mmmm, you can go a little harder than that!" She urged you, placing a hand softly on the back of your head. You comply with her wishes, pressing your tongue against her most sensitive regions. "Good, good, now higher. Yep... up, up, up, ooooh, right there!" Her grip in your hair tightened as she tilted her head back in pleasure. "Now just keep... keep up that circular motion. Ahhh..... yes, good boy, good boy! I hope you under... understand that this is the last time I'll ever... mmph... ever give you instructions. Remember that spot, boy. You will... ugh... be expected to find it by yourself next time!"

You take her words seriously, trying to commit everything to memory. The feeling of her folds, the tilt of your chin, how much pressure, the speed, everything! All while keeping up the pace she demanded. Despite the Mistress keeping up as stoic a demeanor as she could, her body betrayed her. You could feel her softly thrust her hips forward to meet your tongue, subconsciously grinding herself on your face. Her breaths were getting deeper and more strained, her body shaking from the waves of pleasure. You redouble your efforts, praying it's enough to avoid termination.

Her grip back of your head tightens, forcing you harder into her quim. "Right there, boy, just... mmmmhmmm, fucking faster!" You follow orders, speeding your tongue up. You can tell she is getting closer, her whole body shuddering every time you brush her clit. You focus on the pleasure center more and more, practically sucking on it. The mistress' thighs press against the sides of your head, her nails dig into your scalp, urging you forward, urging you to make her cum.

You could barely hear the woman's voice with her legs covering your ears. All you make out are a series of moans before the flood gates open. She squirts as she climaxes, her juices filling your mouth. Your mouth and face are soon dripping with her nectar as the orgasm coursed through her body. You never stop licking and sucking until she rides out her climax, leaving your head resting between her legs as she catches her breath.

You expect her to be exhausted after such an experience, but after a few moments, she is back in control. "On your knees!" She orders, releasing you from the vice grip of her thighs. Her voice shows no hint of fatigue, and besides your drenched face, there is no indication she came just moments ago. As you kneel, she stands up, pushing her dress back down. You are sad to see her beautiful sex disappear for sight, your own arousal still not sated.

However, there were bigger issues on your mind right now. As you looked up at the strong woman, you wonder if you did enough to keep your job!