Ms. Sorenson sucks

I walked out on the back patio and watched Ms. Sorenson walk over to the closest gardener. He turned to face her, expecting to be berated for missing a dandelion or something trivial, but Ms. Sorenson knelt in front of him and started undoing his pants.

I concentrated on him. ~Roughly fuck her face. She deserves it. Call her a slut.~

The man helped Ms. Sorenson undo his pants and took out his cock. Soon Ms. Sorenson was going down on it while he grabbed her head and fucked her face. "Suck it, slut!" he said.

His two co-workers were shocked.

As the humiliated MILF sucked away, I put the thought in her head that there was nothing she loved more than a mouth full of cock and that these men deserved to get blow jobs once a week. Also she would try suck as much cock as possible at her job, the country club, and in the neighborhood because the more cock she sucked, the more validation she received for her physical beauty. She would occaissionaly want a man to cum all over her face too. And any time a man came in her mouth or on her face, she would orgasm.

Soon Ms. Sorenson finished the first man and moved on to the second. I made sure that sucking her gardeners' cocks made her feel humiliated, but that feeling of being subservient to men, especially blue collar men turned her on.

I kept watching as she finished off the men. When she was finished, she had orgasmed three times. She got up and looked at me. She was flustered, was breathing heavy, and scared.

~This was all your idea. You don't have time to clean up. Know one will know your panties are wet.~

She brushed past me without making eye contact. Then the doorbell rang.