Top Bitch takes control

Laurel leans in and gently kisses Amanda's lips. "Mmmm, soft," she murmurs, "I'd love to have these lips pressed against my pussy lips. Come on Amanda, how often do you get the opportunity to fuck the bosses wife?" Laurel strokes he hands down the smaller woman's arms and pulls her forward. Still holding Amanda, she backs up, sitting down in your chair and opening her thighs.

Amanda glances back at you, confusion still all over her face, her hands still cuffed behind her. Laurel tugs her own skirt up to her hips, watching both the girl and you.

"See, no panties, just as Mr. Chandler likes his bitches. You know that don't you Amanda? Come on, get on your knees and show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do. You had John's cock in your mouth a few minutes ago. He took it out of your ass and made you suck him, didn't he? He loves doing that," she teases the black haired girl who still stands confused, her eyes darting from your wife's face to her pussy and to you.

"Don't you eat pussy, Amanda?"

"She loved eating it yesterday, when she was making Meghan come," you say, seeing a blush rise immediately to Amanda's cheeks. "But Meghan had her hands cuffed behind her. Maybe that's what Amanda needs Laurel. Should I handcuff you?"

"You say the sweetest things, John. Sounds appealing but I think I'd like to be unrestrained for this one. Besides, I think the handcuffs are best where they are now, controlling this filthy little slut. Come on, you delicious little bitch, come and suck my pussy, make me come." She leans forward and tugs Amanda to her knees.

Amanda's resistance ends and she sinks to her knees between your wife's thighs. Like Amanda, Laurel is wearing thigh high stockings, hers white in contrast to the younger woman's black. Amanda's eyes are focused on the trimmed pussy in front of her. She bites her lip, her breathing deepening.

"Pull her top up John," Laurel asks, "I want to see her titties." You tug the top up, and push Amanda's bra above her breasts. "Oh they are lovely, Amanda. Not too small, not too large, just two perfect sized cupcakes." Amanda sits exposed, managing to look both wanton and demure at the same time. Your wife leans forward and gently squeezes the pert breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the upturned nipples, drawing a gasp from the kneeling girl.

"Rub these nipples against my pussy," Laurel commands, pulling Amanda toward her. "Ohhhh, that feels lovely,"she moans softly as Amanda complies, holding her breasts to rub first one nipple and then the other against your wife's moistening slit.

"You're a lovely little bitch, Amanda. You're made to fuck and be fucked, to suck and be sucked, aren't you?"

"I love it," Amanda murmurs in excited agreement.

"You're a fuckslut, aren't you? You're made to be used for pleasure, to be taken, to be fucked. You're a little whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm a whore. I'm a fuck toy. I love being used," the younger woman gasps agreement.

"Who is the Top Bitch?"

"You are."

"Say it!"

"You are Top Bitch. You are."

"That's a good little bitch. Now lick my pussy, make me come," Laurel orders, pushing Amanda's head down. The girl goes eagerly, her tongue lapping at your wife's pussy. Laurel groans and pushes her hips against the pleasuring tongue.

"That's the way, yes, that's the spot," she moans, responding to Amanda's eager mouth. "Fuck she's good John, she's fucking excellent. Suck my clit you lovely bitch, suck it, ohh that's the way, oh fuck yes that's good!"

Your cock is starting to respond again, excited by the scene in front of you. You undo your pants and free it, stroking its hardening length. Laurel, panting with lust, sees you and grins lewdly. "Bring that over here, let me suck it. Let your Top Bitch suck it." She licks her lips, holding Amanda's head against her pussy, rocking her hips.

You move beside the chair and Laurel turns her head, greedily sucking your cock into her mouth, growling and slurping as she does. She's a superb cocksucker, and has you fully hard in seconds, filling her mouth. She pulls it out and stares at you her face full of glee and lust.

"Remember the time Jim Gavin caught us fucking on your desk ten years ago? I thought he was going to fire us both, but the two of you shared me, right then. Oh that's it you sweet bitch, don't stop, fuck don't stop," she interrupts herself to urge Amanda on. "You spitroasted me, both of you took an end and fucked me silly."

"I remember. You loved it."

"Damn right I did. This reminds me of that." Her eyes look from your face to Amanda's ass, still exposed with her skirt around her waist. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be at one end instead of in the middle," she says, giving your cock another suck and looking at your from under her lashes.

The thought inspires you, and you pull out of Laurel mouth and kneel behind Amanda, lifting her hips and pressing your cock against her swollen cunt. Your wife presses her own pussy against the younger woman's mouth.

"Keep going you lovely bitch! Make me come while our Master fucks you. We're both his bitches, aren't we?" she demands, pulling Amanda away from her pussy at the same moment you drive your cock home.

"Yessssss! Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes!" the girl cries, pushing back against your impaling cock, filling herself with your meat. "I'm his bitch! I'm my Master's bitch!" Laurel pushes Amanda's head back down, silencing her cries with her pussy. You hold her hips and drive your cock into her, using her, taking her. She grinds her hips against you as she licks and sucks your wife's cunt, muffling her moans in the swollen folds of pussy.

"Ohhh, this is good, this is even better than I thought," Laurel gasps, staring at you as she rocks her pussy against Amanda's greedy mouth. "Fuck her, Master! Fuck your new bitch while she sucks me, fuck her, make her suck me harder, make this sweet bitch suck my clit, oh fuck right there, Right There, RIGHT THERE!" she cries as her orgasm bursts through her her face contorted with lustful pleasure. She holds Amanda's head against her, pushing against the sucking mouth and tongue, shuddering as she comes against the girl's face.

You thrust your cock hard into the tight wet cunt in front of you, brutally fucking the helpless girl, your own orgasm building despite having just fucked only minutes ago. Your balls are aching as you pound into Amanda, making her groan against your wife's still spasming pussy. You wet your fingers and push one of them into her ass, and she writhes, pushing against you to take both cock and finger deeper. She's panting wordless moans into Laurel's pussy now, totally lost in an ecstasy of lust. With a final deep thrust that almost lifts her off her knees, your cock bursts with your orgasm, flooding her tight cunt for the second time. You press your finger deep into her ass and feel her convulsions start, her eager body squeezing your cock and finger, her hips rocking to drain you and to trigger her own spasms.

Finally drained you look at your wife, who lies back in your chair, an expression of utter satisfaction on her face. Her hands still hold Amanda's mouth against her pussy, making her lap through the afterglow.

Laurel grins lewdly at you. "That was so good, so so good. You're such good Master to treat your bitches so well."