Claiming Ms. Devi

I picked up the fork she laid out for me, taking a bite of the breakfast. “What do you mean your mind and body?” I asked hesitant to jump the bones of my company’s CEO on what could possibly just be a misunderstanding. Hot damn, those were some good eggs. I savored the taste before picking up a slice of bacon.

“It means exactly that. Anything you could want from me, you can have. If you want me to parade around the house in nothing but an apron, which you actually told me last night, I will. If you me to crawl under this table while you eat breakfast,” she bit her lip while her eyes darted down, “I would gladly serve you. If you want to spend every penny I have,” she reached across the table. Oh, look at that it’s my purse. She pulled out my wallet showing me the elegant looking black card with Komala Devi printed along the bottom. “You can.”

There was no misunderstanding that. Her card was already in my wallet, she was already in an apron, the only thing left was crawling under the table. “You said something about being under the table,” I prodded, while taking another bite of her splendid cooking.

“Yes, Mistress Bobbi,” she said kneeling down to crawl under her table, or was it my table? That didn’t matter, what mattered was Ms. Devi’s pretty face reappearing in my lap. She took hold of the limp hand laying across my lap, kissing my knuckles before moving it out of her way. She left my arm on my thigh but it quickly fell off to hang limp at my side. I could worry about that later, now I was enthralled by the gentle kisses lining my inner thighs.

I continued to eat my eggs. I could get used to this. A huge house all my own, a delicious meal on the table, and a beautiful woman between my legs. My whole body shivered when Ms. Devi’s lips finally reached my sex, the piece of egg on my fork falling. I picked up the fallen piece of egg finishing the journey to my mouth. I moaned as her tongue traced my slit, and flicked over my clit.

My eating paced slowed drastically as her oral **** on my groin continued. I nibbled on a piece of bacon from my shaky hand. I gave up trying to eat, dropping the half eaten strip on my plate. I wiped my hands on the napkin, before leaning back to take hold of Ms. Devi’s thick black hair. I bucked my hips, rubbing myself across the CEO’s face.

My pleasure built up in my core, exploding against her face. My legs quivered under, my grip tightened around her black locks. My moans echoed off the walls. I sank back into the chair, my ragged breathing causing my surprisingly larger tits to rise and fall in my vision. I released her hair and she crawled up my body from under the table. Sitting on my lap, she kissed me, the taste of myself filling my mouth. She broke the kiss, and brought up a strip of bacon between us. She took the first bite before feeding me the rest. The salty bacon taste mixed with my fluids left from where her fingers picked up the strip.

“Hot damn, that was good,” I said watching Ms. Devi pick up the plate from the table. She used her fingers to tear off pieces, hand feeding me the rest of my breakfast. Before this morning, I hadn’t even imagined sleeping with the older CEO. I sucked on her fingers taking a piece of egg. I glanced down at my limp arm. I started thinking more and more about the events that unfolded, could the ring really be magic?

I was distracted once again by the sound of the clean plate clanking against the table. “Anything else you need?” Ms. Devi asked still sitting on my lap. The thoughts of magic and rings flew out of my head as I stared down at her perky tits peeking out the top of her apron.

“I was starting to wonder. What tastes better the meal. . . or the chef?” We both smiled knowing what came next. She stood up, and I used my one good hand to turn her around. I bent her over the table, pressing her against the dark wood. I traced my finger down her spine, stopping to pull the drawstring of her apron. I caressed her beautiful brown bubble butt. Hot damn, she was gorgeous. I smacked her ass, listening to her whimper from the impact. When I pulled my hand away, I paused with my hand raised. I couldn’t believe it, “Bobbi’s Bitch” was now tattooed across her behind. Did I just spank a tattoo onto someone?

I gave her another smack curious about if anything else would happen. Besides another moan from Ms. Devi, there was nothing new. Another oddity added to this strange morning. I appreciated the morning glow of the sun beating down on her back, and my name on her ass. I grabbed the side of the table to lower myself behind her. I leaned forward diving straight into Ms. Devi’s tasty snatch. Hot damn, she tasted amazing.

Her moans sent shivers down my spine, as I lapped at her pussy. Letting my tongue spread her lips, I used my good hand to thumb at her clit. “Yes, yes, ungh yes,” she moaned as I devoured her sweet cunt. She started humping the side of the table, running her wet sex along my face. Her moans grew louder and louder as I brought her closer to the edge. “Ungh, I’m cumming, Mistress Bobbi,” she screeches out in pleasure. I felt her slipping off the table, but kept her in place with my hand and face.

I could hear her heavy panting as I rose to my feet behind her. I pulled her back up, she turned to lean against the table behind her. She had a huge grin across her face as I stepped close pinning her between my body and the table. “Mmm, I think the chef tastes better,” I said kissing her again.

“Anything else I can get you?” she asked, returning my kiss.

I thought for a second, strongly considering a second round. But ultimately I settled on, “Do you have a sling for my arm? Oh and do you know where my clothes are?”

“Um, you showed up naked last night. But what little clothes your followers had are in the laundry room, I washed them this morning. I can go fetch a sling real quick,” she said pointing down the hallway presumably towards the laundry room.

I snaked my hand around her neck untying the last string holding up her apron. “That’s better,” I said taking in the sight of her small brown tits. I took a step back, unpinning the beauty from the table. I gave her one final spanking as she left to find the sling. I watched “Bobbi’s Bitch” shake with each step she took.

I grabbed my left arm, pulling the ring closer to my face. It was just a plain silver ring. Was I going crazy? Was I really about to believe that this ring was magic? What other explanation could there be for Ms. Devi’s restored youth, the fresh tattoo on her ass, or my bigger boobs. I found the laundry room, an array of club clothes hung against the far wall, the laundry machines to my right, and two women making out on the floor. I stared for a second. . . Did they have elf ears?