Danya messes with Beth

"I suppose we start with your mouth, then move on to your tits, and eventually your slutty pussy," Danya stated matter-of-factly.

"Wha... Excuse me?" stammered Beth, taken aback by the frankly sexual language.

"You heard me, you fucking slut. Or would you rather I start with your virgin ass and move on from there?"

Beth's face flushed a crimson red, from embarassment both at Danya's abuptness and her own arousal at being talked to so wantonly. "This interview is over," she said authoritatively, standing to show Danya to the door.

"Sit DOWN," ordered Danya, and Beth sank immediately back into her overstuffed armchair. "I give the orders now; you take them," she stated. Beth could only stare at her in shock, her mouth slightly open. "Your fantasies are about to come true, BITCH!" The venom that Danya put into that last word made Beth shudder in both fear and anticipation.

Danya rose and removed her business suit, revealing a skimpy red patent leather bra and thong set underneath. Her breasts bulged and the panties barely covered her snatch, and Beth couldn't take her eyes off the sight of feminine beauty and dominance standing before her. Strappy high-heeled pumps matched the lingerie, leaving Danya looking like the epitome of a porno queen.

"Now, stand," ordered Danya. Beth rose silently to her feet, unsure why she was complying but unable to mount any effective resistance. Danya stepped closer and then leaned in to kiss her, one hand moving behind Beth's head to **** her mouth into Danya's own. The kiss was more animalistic than passionate, lips mashed together and tongues driving against one another. Without warning Danya pulled away, snapping her teeth together erotically and leaving Beth breathless. "I knew I should start with your mouth..." Danya breathed, almost to herself.

After a moment's pause, she reached her hands up to grab both lapels of Beth's sensible blouse. With a violent yank, she wrenched the material apart sending buttons flying and ripping the delicate silk in places. Beth's own breasts stood firm with no bra supporting them. "Nice fake tits, slut," sneered Danya, but Beth's sex-addled brain took the statement as a compliment. She had paid handsomely for the finest breasts money could buy, and was proud of them.

Again without warning, Danya dove in and sucked an upthrust nipple into her mouth. As she bit down, Beth moaned. Danya used her other hand to cup the other bosom, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. This squeeze also caused a breathless moan, and Danya knew without a doubt that Beth got off on pain.

She took her time enjoying the impressive mounds, sucking first one then the other, using her hands to play with and manipluate both of them expertly. By the time she was done Beth was moaning constantly, weak in the knees and starting to reek of musk from her crotch.

"You pathetic bitch," derided Danya as she roughly grabbed Beth's skirt and dragged it down to her ankles. Beth was not wearing panties, an after-effect of the cucumber-fucking she had recently enjoyed. Wetness glistened off her thighs, and Danya spread her legs as far as the bunched-up skirt around her ankles would allow. "Now for your pussy..." she breathed, leaning in to inhale the sweet yet musky aroma.

Beth's hips arched to reach Danya's mouth, but she only flicked her tongue, teasing and causing the woman to grunt in frustration. Danya laughed and continued her oral ministrations, driving the older woman crazy with her expert tongue work. Soon Beth's pussy was freely oozing lubrication, and she was brought to the edge of orgasm several times.

Danya stepped back, her mouth and chin slick with Beth's juices. "Bill, Phil," she called out, "Would you boys come in here for a minute, please?"

The look of shock on Beth's face was priceless, as were the looks on the boy's faces when they came into the room and saw their mother. She was naked but for her high-heeled shoes and skirt bunched up at her ankles, her nipples rock-hard and her pussy glistening. Then they saw the patent-clad beauty who had called them, and their dicks practically ripped through their jeans. Danya smirked...