Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100
From: Tantala Ray <tanrayb@hotmail.com>
Subject: Anne working Overtime 12

AWO12. -- First assignment
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   Amazing!! That was the only suitable word Anne could think of after
having been through the new facilities in the impressive Wesner building.
The reconstructions to meet Jean's requirements had been done in record
time. Actually the estate administration had had a contractor at their beck
and call for these kinds of client requests, and they had been rushed in
from day one after Jean signed the contract. Modern business; swift and
secure, exactly according to specifications!
   Jean still didn't have the kind of money required to complete the entire
section the way she wanted, but what had been done, had been done properly.
That was her lady, all right!
   "Sure it's a bit risky to make such a substantial investment so early on
in our `career', but I really believe that establishing a fashionable -- even
a little glamorous -- head quarter with a highly professional and classy
front is the best way to get to the right kind of clients. The kind we
want!" She smiled proudly.
   "The word about our services is of course spreading best through our
highly unofficial channels, but it's actually quite an important point to be
able to receive potential clients in such a kind of relaxed and confidence-
inspiring environment. In a serious business- like environment where a
client really can feel like a client. That creates the kind of reliability
that we'll need to stay on over time."
   Certainly a logical step in Jean's plans.
   They had been through everything from the entrance room, with the front
desk and the corner section that should serve as a kind of waiting room, to
the department with separate rooms in the back, including the promised
demonstration room that would be Anne's domain. A lot of impressions; a lot
of equipment, styles and arrangements. An excellent place to make the most
of ones sensual creativity. Anne had started her planning as they were still
looking around!

   Jean, Carol and Pam already had their offices set up; name plates on the
doors and everything. Anne was thrilled to see that even she and Deb had
their own desks further down the corridor. And then there was another one
right behind the front desk, with a nameplate saying `hostess'.
   When asked about this, Jean told her that she had in fact employed a new,
young girl to fill this role. She would be administering the front desk, and
helping out on a lot of practical things that needed to be done on a regular
basis. This way the rest of the staff, including Deb, would be able to focus
more on the contact with the clients. And there were still a lot of things
to deal with up in Mayo as well.
   Ann was quite curious to see what kind of person Jean had found for this
job. Even though she was not supposed to get involved in the more intimate
parts of the activities, she would still have to be quite liberal and
understanding about what would be going on. Not exactly a secretary job like
any other...

   She met the young girl later that afternoon when Jean took her through
what she called the guest quarters. It was a totally separate part with 5
rooms which looked like high standard hotel rooms with bed, bathroom and a
corner section. It could be used for lodging guests for the night, or for
service girls that needed to be ready on short notice. The hostess, a lovely
blond girl named Alison, also had the responsibility to keep these rooms in
order when she was not manning the front desk. Alison was 21, and as such a
little older than the regular service girls. A silent, enigmatically smiling
little darling. She had dropped out of her studies, and had started looking
for a job. She had been in contact with Jean's business for a while already,
but never had the nerve to make the full step into the service girl program.
Although the submissive fantasies had a strong appeal to her - especially
with these awesome ladies - she didn't know if she would like it in real
life; - which of course was fair enough!
   "So, I felt that these rooms could come in very handy when the business
grows and we -- hopefully -- get really busy. The rooms are perfect for a beck
and call- kind of service. We shouldn't forget the simple things behind it
all. You obviously cannot control your feelings at all times. Suddenly a
busy lady gets horny. She picks up the phone and asks for a service girl to
help her out. And then we should be able to be there within minutes! Full
turn- out!!"
   The last comment was followed by her typical, almost girlish giggle that
was so contradictory to her normal aura of authority.
   "Anybody who would like to, and has the opportunity, can come to stay
here when it is convenient for service activities."
   She suddenly stopped and turned against Anne with her eyes drilling into
hers; "Why don't you give it a try with your upcoming first assignment? I
guarantee you; it's cool!!"

   Anne was woken at 8.30 the next morning. She had just a couple of minutes
to stretch and yawn in her wonderful warm bed before the charming hostess
from yesterday showed up with soap and towel and asked her to come with her
to the shower. She was guided in, and left to wash and clean properly for
the duties of the day. Afterwards the girl dried and perfumed her, and put
on a very discreet make-up, hardly noticeable compared to her natural
beauty. Then she was asked to put on a light grey shirt and red shorts.
   A completely new experience to Anne. But definitely something she was
ready to take on as a habit! Almost like having a service girl of her own.
   After that, they went together up to Jean's door and the girl knocked.
When Jean answered, she opened and gently pushed Anne inside.

   Jean sat behind her new and far more impressive desk in her daytime
white, doctor- like outfit, and got up to kiss her and grab both her hands.
   "Good morning dear, you look absolutely ravishing! Welcome to the first
day in your new life!!" she sang with a broad smile. Anne suddenly felt some
of her earlier shyness creep in on her, and had to struggle to look back at
her with appropriate confidence. This really was the first day of her `new'
life, and now was the time to go out and deliver the goods! All what she had
trained for so long!
   "Like we discussed yesterday," Jean started, "your first lady's already
waiting, and we have plenty of other women asking for our services, so you
will be off for duty as soon as, and as often as you like."
"Just remember, they don't know that you're completely fresh from the
program, and will expect you to perform like any of our other girls. They
will love you as a new, fresh server, and when they find out how good you
are, they'll definitely continue to love you!" Jean sat down behind her desk
again. "And remember, many of them will also think that you've experienced
the slave training we discussed on a daily basis, and that you've been
suffering appropriately. That's that additional kick I told you about, that
we create for those of our clients who we think like the idea."
   Jean bent over and looked into Anne's eyes. "Your first lady, Ms. Kyle is
such a woman. Very wealthy, influential and respected. But she's quite the
twisted one. You know her from the training program, where she was a guest
at a few occasions when you were going through the last `romantic' training
sessions. If what you've told me is right, though, you're gonna just love
this! A flying start to your new career!" Jean laughed and locked her grey-
green eyes with Anne's. Anne could do nothing but smile as well, although
she felt a little bit moved by the significance of the moment. Her very
first step into the field. The real world out there!
   Jean opened her brown leather folder, looked up some papers, and put on
her new reading glasses. "Now, for the details..."


   Anne could just peer with her eyes in the beginning as she stood in Ms.
Kyle's bright, elegant office.  A light green carpet and high palm trees
along the walls elegantly matched the furniture and the shining mahogany
desk.  The windows went all the way down to the floor, and were covered with
bright satin curtains that silently moved with the outside autumn breeze.
   The door was quietly shut behind her, and Anne followed Jean's
instructions carefully, coming a few steps forward before falling to her
knees and bowing her head.
   The legendary Ms. Kyle rose and came around the desk with elegant high-
heeled steps. Anne remembered her in a flash. A round, beautiful, but quite
stern looking face, big curly brown -- almost golden -- hair, and a tall,
almost muscular looking body. She wore a dark brown, grey striped business
suit, with grey stockings and very dark red shoes. The same as the colour of
the frames of her glasses.
   To Anne she looked awesome. A lady in her best years. Rich, powerful and
confident. And ready to get what she wanted... exactly when she wanted it.
     She stopped right in front of the kneeling figure, took her cigarette
from her lips with well- manicured fingers and lifted the girl's face up
with a light touch under her cheek.
   "Feeling uncomfortable today darling?" she purred softly.
   "Yes Ms. Kyle" Anne whispered and gazed back into the dark, grey eyes.
   "Good" the lady smiled and dug her hands into her hair. With a persistent
tug she pulled Anne back up on her feet, and then slapped her face with a
stinging palm.
   "The service required today will be a most pleasant one, and you will
have plenty of time to recover. Come with me this way please." She pointed
to her desk.
   Together they went around the desk. Ms. Kyle put her cigarette in the
ashtray and asked Anne to sit down in the executive chair, while she herself
sat comfortably up on the edge of the desk.
   "I know we have met only a few times, and quite briefly" she started out
as Anne sunk down into the chair with quite a surprised expression on her
face. She took the cigarette again. "I insist that you call me Rowena. I
don't want any of that Mistress- crap, although I expect you to follow my
instructions to the letter." Her skirt slid quite high up her right thigh.
"I want us to be friends the way it is, and thus behave like friends.
Actually I'm hoping we could get along to see each other on a more regular
basis... eventually. I have great expectations!"

   "Now, I will unlock your hands. You'll just keep your neck- collar on in
case you should get any ideas." Ms. Kyle produced a small key from her
drawer, rose, and quickly opened the tight cuffs around her wrists. Anne
gratefully started to rub her arms, and looked up at Ms. Kyle. "Thank you
Rowena," she whispered placidly, almost forgetting to leave out the
obligatory "mistress".
   Ms. Kyle put the key down at the desk, and hiked the skirt up around her
waist. A set of beautiful white panties came into view. She moved a little
closer to Anne.
   "Now remove my panties," she ordered, slightly languorously.  Anne could
even hear a slight touch of excitement in her voice. Resolutely she raised
her hands, and in one stroke slid the silky material down her thighs to the
knees. She slid out of the chair and down to the floor to further sweep them
down along her calves. Ms. Kyle elegantly lifted one leg at the time,
stepping out of the white rings on the floor. As Anne looked up, she saw
right up into a pink and already moist cleft, luxuriating under a tight bush
of dark curly hair. Above, she met the smiling eyes. As she picked up the
lacy garment and pressed it to her face to inhale deeply, the smile got
broader, and the cigarette in the hand started trembling lightly.
   After another deep inhalation, and a short moment of total silence, Ms.
Kyle impetuously urged the girl back on her feet again. She was then told to
lie down on her back on a kind of upholstered and wheeled bench hidden
inside the desk cavity. As she did so, she discovered the familiar removable
mid- section of the woman's seat.
   Of course!! It was one of Jean's designer chairs! She hadn't explicitly
said so during the briefing, but all of a sudden there was no doubt what she
was in for! Ms. Kyle graciously removed the mid- section and encouraged her
to place her head onto the soft pad right under the opening and try to make
herself comfortable.
   When Anne was in position on the bench, Ms. Kyle put the key back in the
drawer, and produced the same kind of red, rounded plush tissue they used
back at the institute. Smiling reassuringly she bent down and placed the
tissue in a ring around Anne's upturned face at the side of the chair
opening.  Then she reached for a set of standard breathing tubes from a
small bag in the armrest. Anne had to give a little groan of pain as Ms.
Kyle quite insensitively pressed the end- piece up into her nose, and
secured them with small clips.
   A last manoeuvre was to reach for an air pump ball in the other armrest
and pump it a few strokes. Anne's face came a little higher up into the
opening for each pump. The design of this chair was a little bit different
from the ones back at the institute; somewhat simplified, or rather more
adapted to a regular office arrangement. She kept forgetting that the
equipment back at the institute was for training purposes only, and that
this probably was more like the standard she could expect to see out in the
field.
   "Now let's enjoy our working day together" Ms. Kyle smiled. She stepped
with one leg over Anne's body, and moved slightly backwards while she held
the skirt up around her waist. Then she slowly started lowering herself.
   Anne stared right up into the lady's mighty behind. Slowly it came lower,
and as Ms. Kyle bent forward, the whole, breathtaking scenery opened to her.
   As usual Anne got so hot that she felt she would explode! It rushed
through her like a tidal wave. The lady's butt was as big and hot as any
she'd ever had on her face before. Almost comparable to that of dear Carol!
   Wonderfully tanned skin shaping impressive butt cheeks to a perfect
display of raw femininity. Greedy and full pussy lips opening gradually as
she bent to display a moist and wonderfully pink, horny interior. And a butt
hole so soft, spotless and inviting that she could give her right arm to be
allowed to sink her tongue the full length into the depths of it!
   How could anything be so mind- blowing wonderful?!? She was more certain
than ever that this was her place in life. Her place forever!!
   Then the broad tail came all the way down and covered her face
completely. She felt the pussy lips slip apart over her mouth, and her nose
press against the soft anal ring. Ms. Kyle adjusted her beautiful ass a
little to get Anne's face thoroughly buried in her loins. Then she again
gave some pumps on the ball to increase the pressure to her right comfort as
she arranged her skirt prudently over her lap. Carefully she drove the chair
and the wheeled bench into the desk cavity and adjusted the back- angle of
her chair until she apparently found the best position to resume her work.
Lustfully she groaned and wiggled a little on the face under her. Then she
gave her instructions.
   "This will be a long day Anne, so I expect you to keep me happy and
comfortable. I prefer long and slow tongue strokes with casual, light
titillation of my clit. When we are alone, you may use your hands to comfort
my behind and thighs. And I have to warn you not to make a sound when
somebody is here!"
   Anne tried to nod, but failed quite understandably. Ms. Kyle still felt,
and understood the response though.
"Oh, and one more thing! Just to make things straight to you; I do not
intend to be disturbed in my work or the discussions with our clients by
having to visit the toilet, if you know what I mean."
   Anne knew. Burster...
   Ms. Kyle instructed her secretary on the intercom that she was ready to
receive the visitors when they arrived, then softly told Anne; "Have a nice
time, dear, and please let me know if there are any problems."
   Then she started her paperwork and lit another cigarette.
   Breathing through the thin plastic pipes was surprisingly easy this time
too. As the initial sting in her nose subsided somewhat, she felt quite
comfortable, and could concentrate on enjoying the fantastic experience of
Ms. Kyle's womanhood.  She felt the great woman's entire being press against
her face. When she slowly and carefully started using her tongue, it didn't
take long until she sensed the first tensed shivers in spine and buttocks.
The pussy pressed to her face started leaking quite heavily, and the sweet
fluids very soon filled her mouth.  She found a rhythm of long, soft strokes
into the love channel without using the full capacity of her tongue. Not
yet. Occasional slightly tensed movements that painfully squeezed and mashed
her face and nose told her that the treatment was not without effect.
   The visitors were announced about half an hour late, and were showed in
to Ms. Kyle's office. As Anne anticipated, her mistress did not rise to
salute her guests, but shook their hands from her position behind the desk.
"Please be seated, and let's get on with the report" Anne could hear her
mistress telling her three female partners.
   Anne worked patiently in and out of the moist love channel with her
skilled tongue. Suddenly she felt a short, sharp squirt into her mouth. It
immediately filled, and Anne swallowed resolutely. As her mistress felt the
duty performed as expected, a second, much larger one followed the first
shot, and Anne had no big problems in handling that one either. Then she
felt the body relax completely over her, and a powerful flow flushed
violently down her throat, and made her gulp away for all she was worth. She
herd Rowena moan over her, and felt the pulsating pussy press even harder
down on her gaping mouth.
   Rowena tried to meet the eyes of her discussion partners on the other
side of the table, and to maintain her strict business- like appearance as
she let her golden flow flush down into the open mouth. For a moment she was
afraid that the hissing sound could be heard, but her muffed slave darling
damped it down to nothing. As a gesture of gratitude, she contracted her
loins even more, to increase the power of the golden jet. She obviously
could rely on Anne's skills to such an extent that she could use her
services without any restrictions posed by sharp- minded visitors. Just like
she'd been told. Excellent! Anne was in for a long period of duty for her
with those qualities, no doubt about that!
   Drained totally for now, she could finally relax, and settle for a
renewed lazy tongue- thrusting ride as the conference went on just like
nothing had happened. And to her distinguished guests, nothing had!  Waves
of pleasure heated her body as the tongue slowly and softly slid in and out,
occasionally rotating and twirling to work the outer pussy lips as well. Her
clitoris was hard like a rock, and each time the skilled tongue flipped over
it, she really had to control herself not to let out a moan, or show off
small convulsions.  A hard life!
   With Rowena slowly building up to a new titanic orgasm, the conference
came to an end, and the guests made short final remarks before leaving the
room. Rowena this time felt she had to rise and shake hands, so she
reluctantly came to her feet, knowing her skirt would instantly fall down
and cover everything, and the soaked face in the chair remain unseen behind
the desk. She felt the cold air against her, and longed for the moment she
could sit back again where her butt should be!
   As the door shut behind the guests, Rowena went to an elegant mahogany
closet at the wall. From there she took out a soft towel, and dried herself
with skilled hands. Then she returned to her desk. As she smiled down to
Anne, she replaced the already moist red plush silk napkin around her face
with a new one.
"Enjoying?" she asked, smiling even broader as she carefully pushed the
napkin into the crevice around the head. Anne met her eyes with deep
devotion and gave her a beaming smile in return.
"I love you!" she whispered imperceptibly as Rowena dried her face with
another napkin.
"I know," the executive answered as she again stepped over the length of
Anne's body and quickly hoisted her skirt.
   Again the broad rump slowly came down on the seat and pressed down on
her. The buttocks softly spread on each side of her, and slid down to close
completely around her face. Again her nose pressed up against the soft
opening of the dark anal opening, and her mouth was pressed up against the
juicy pussy, which immediately slipped open in order to accept the inward
push of her powerful tongue. The drying of the worked up pussy had lasted
just long enough for her mistress to sit down, and now a mere gush of sweet
excitement fluid filled the girl's mouth. Anne opened up and prepared her
tongue for a new, full re-entry into the paradise that had been opened to
her. In a slow, even motion she slid it all the way in, sensing how Rowena's
thighs tightened as she received the full length of skilled tongue.
   For a little while she held it there, fully penetrated, and triumphantly
felt her mistress draw her breaths heavily, and her whole body tremble. The
broad tail pressed down and the pussy walls tightened rapaciously around the
full length.
   Rowena missed several times before she finally hit the right button on
the intercom, to tell her secretary to hold all calls for a while.
   Then a new, passionate ride started.  Anne's tongue now made long, slow,
full strokes in and out, and Rowena just sat there, looking down on her
desktop with dizzy eyes, enjoying nothing but the fantastic sensations
slowly building up inside. Sometimes she shut her eyes tight and held her
breath for several seconds before letting it out in a long hiss, feeling her
tits swell and press deliciously against her tailored shirt as she did. She
squeezed her hands over her lap before she let one of them seek out and find
a rock hard erect nipple through the white fabric.

   Heavier and heavier her breathing went, harder and harder her fist shut
and more and more her belly trembled and shook.  This was nothing a mortal
woman could stand for a very long time. She knew that with this progress she
would be lost in just a few more minutes! Just like all the other ladies she
knew had had the chance to enjoy this girl's service.
   And another two minutes was exactly how long it took. Then it came! The
giant orgasm shook her from head to toe, and left her groaning out her
passion into one of the red napkins brought up for the occasion. She could
not help humping her tail up and down on the wonderful face under her,
rocking the whole chair back and forth as she exploded on the hard sucking
mouth.
   Anne's tongue pistoned in and out of the leaking opening as she drank the
fluids flowing from her new lady. Her heart was again nearly bursting with
happiness and pride as she felt the pleasures her tongue generated so
generously flowing down her throat. The broad buttocks squeezed and pressed
her face and nose painfully back and forth, but Anne was insensitive to the
pain and discomfort as she strove to prolong her mistress ecstasy as long as
humanly possible.
   Finally the broad tail came violently down, mashing her face almost to
pieces as a powerful convulsion went through the woman's body.  Then she
fell back in her chair, completely spent.

   For a long time, Rowena lay back in the chair enjoying the warming
afterglow of the days first, terrific climax, just occasionally patting her
face and forehead with one of the red napkins. Anne's tongue had stopped in
full penetration, and the young girl knew just too well that she had better
stay in that position for as long as Rowena wanted it. As the lady lay back
this way, her own head was thrusted painfully backwards, and her nose
pressed up into the soft ass opening. In addition she had to use all her
strength to keep her tongue fully stretched and buried to the bottom in the
hot love channel, and her cheek close up in contact with her mistress' upper
pubic mound. Closed so that her mistress would feel a slight pressure from
the cheek and lower face against the full length of her slit. But she was
just too happy to suffer this sweet torment. Anything to keep her mistress
horny, satisfied, and happy!
   Rowena did not have the energy to move a muscle! She was breathing
heavily, her belly and tits heaving as she slowly tried to regain her
composure. What a fantastic girl! What a ride! What a marvellous cum! No
doubt she was going to use her services a lot in the future! This was how a
lady executive should be served!

   After something like half an hour of total relaxation, Rowena worked
herself back up with a sigh and pressed the intercom button.
   "Evelyn, could you come in here please and clean up the mess while I'm at
lunch? Please report back to me when you are finished." "Yes ma'am" the thin
voice at the front desk replied.
   Rowena slowly got up on her feet. With a soft "plop" the tongue slipped
out of her saturated love tunnel. Anne sighed as the agonising weight came
off her face. As her mistress went over to the locker for her towel, the
secretary entered the room. She kind of bowed in front of her, and took the
towel when her boss completed the tending of her happy pussy and let the
skirt fall down. Then Rowena left.

   Evy was around 30 and a slim woman. Quite tall, with her dark brownish
hair set up in a voluminous knot. Relatively small but firm tits. Like her
boss she wore a conservative office outfit, with a grey skirt and a light
green blouse, with matching darker green belt and arm ring. Shoes and
earrings in grey and silver, matching the skirt. And a thin golden necklace
to complete quite a classy style.
   As she turned around, Anne got a good glimpse of her entire body and was
happy to note that her bum was full and almost big compared to the rest of
her. All in all quite to her liking, although she preferred the little more
voluptuous ones...
   Evelyn closed and locked the office door behind her and hurried over to
the desk. Sitting down on the edge, she took away the now completely soaked
napkin from around Anne's face. Then she took the towel and started drying
off her face.
   "How do you feel?" she asked with a tensed voice.
   "Wonderful" the reply came up from the seat.
   Evelyn took a soft sponge and moistened Anne's face before drying it
again. Both women knew that there was no way Anne could be released from the
service chair before Rowena had finished the day sometimes in the evening.
   Evelyn looked down at the smiling face, and then poured some juice down
into her mouth. "I heard the two of you all morning" she said, "and got
terribly hot from imagining what you did to her. Could you do me too?
Please?!?" she begged.
   Anne smiled even broader and extended her tongue again. "What do you
think I'm here for?" she replied with her softest and most inviting voice.
"If it's OK with Ms. Kyle, just come right down here."
   Evelyn jumped off the desk, hoisted her skirt and stepped over her,
facing the back of the chair. She had left her panties in the front desk
drawer. So sure did she feel about Anne's willingness to do her this favour.
She displayed a nicely shaved cleft, and after arranging her knees under the
arm rests of the chair, she slowly sat down over Anne's face until the tip
of her tongue touched the pink gap between the full pussy lips. Then she sat
down heavily, letting the pink tongue enter her and slide all the way in.
She let out a deep, trembling sigh as she felt her belly expand from the
deep penetration. And shuddered lightly as her naked pussy pressed hard down
on the mouth, the pubic bone just squeezing the nose right in front of it.
   Then a new ride started. For a while Evelyn just sat silently, feeling
the massive trusts of the fantastic tongue fucking her gently up towards a
heart bursting orgasm. After about ten minutes of moaning and groaning, she
couldn't hold her skirt up any longer, and as it fell down over Anne's face,
she gripped both the leather clad armrests to hold herself in position as
she started rocking her pelvis back and forth to the rhythm of the trusting
tongue.
   All the time Evy had tried to watch out just in case Mr. Kyle should
return early, although she almost never did. Anne could think that it was
OK, but the secretary knew all too well that this was gross misuse of
management resources.
   Still, she couldn't possibly focus on anything but what the fantastic
tongue did to her down there. With her whole body shuddering, she pressed
her pussy hard down on the lovely mouth and hung on for all she was worth as
the long powerful trusts relentlessly brought her towards the edge. And Anne
knew exactly how to maximise her partner's joy, as she always did.
Masterfully, she stopped the tongue in full penetration as the cramp of
orgasm locked down on it with a milking grip, using just her front teeth and
upper lip to gently continue the stimulation of the clit. The secretary's
head came all the way down to the seat as her whole body shook violently,
and a gush of fluid flushed her partners willing mouth. She managed to
conceal her face in the bend of her arm as she let out a pitched scream, and
almost broke Anne's nose as she humped her face.
   In spite of the discomfort and pain, Anne tried to concentrate on the
right moment, and then set in a powerful series of trusts that sent a new
wave of senseless ecstasy through the convulsing body. There was nothing
like the tongue of this marvellous girl, and Evelyn knew she would be unable
to resist it just as much as Mr. Kyle was. Nothing could penetrate her and
fill her up like this tongue. Nothing! Not even a dick. Not even close!
   She felt the powerful trusts stop in full penetration again as her
ecstasy passed over the peak and her body went limp, totally drained and
exhausted. Moaning hoarsely she sank back to support her elbows on the desk
behind her as she tried to regain control. A heavenly feeling of warmth and
comfort filled her, and there was no way she would ever be able to move a
single muscle again.

   After a while she staggered out of the office in the direction of the
bathroom though. Her legs could hardly support her. She had to clean and
prepare everything for her boss' return, and conceal all traces of her
`misuse' of her private facilities. When she returned she found Anne
faithfully in position in the chair, smiling at her as their eyes met again.
   "That was wonderful" Evelyn sighed and unpacked a new tissue to wipe up
the mess she had made - herself this time.
   "You were wonderful," Anne whispered back and looked up at her with dizzy
eyes as Evy cleaned and put some lotion on her face and replaced the napkin
around it. Then she went to the mirror, straightened her dress, checked her
makeup, and left out to the front desk.

   Less than half an hour later, Ms. Kyle was back again, and breezed into
the office. She quickly checked the mirror, and crossed over to her desk. "I
had an excellent lunch," she told Anne, smiling down at her as she sat down
at the edge of her desk. "How about you?" Anne smiled back at her as she
locked eyes with the voluptuous woman. "Well, I thought I should just hang
around here to be at your service."
   "That's my girl!" The two of them shared a relaxing laugh.
   "If you do well throughout the rest of the day, I thought I'd invite you
along to a late dinner with one of our company clients Tuesday night next
week. Her name is Alice, but that will be Ms. Johnson to you. Would that be
okay?"
   Anne smiled again as she responded with a careful nod not to displace the
new napkin.
   "Excellent, settled then," Ms. Kyle smiled, rising from the desk. Again
she raised her skirt and stepped over Anne's body with one gracious leg. As
she squatted to sink her butt down on the upturned face, Anne could not
resist the urge to raise her hands and lock them around the skirt- clad
waist, pulling her on down.
   Again, the miraculously wonderful behind sank down on her face, and a
thousand thrills flashed up and down her body as she prepared to give her
lady the maximum possible pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. Anne
noticed that Ms. Kyle had visited the bathroom. She was wonderfully cleaned,
refreshed and perfumed just for her.
   Anne was more determined than ever to provide the best service of this
world to this insanely wonderful body! She extended the full length of her
tongue, and sank it deep into the love channel pressed against her mouth.
She could feel the slight downward pressure as Ms. Kyle opened up and met
her soft penetration with her entire pelvic region, at the same time pumping
her head support further upwards into her deep cleft. The contact was
established, and a shudder of joy went through Rowena's spine as the tongue
again started its slow, intense thrusts, filling her pussy with prickling
mouth heat.
   Rowena leaned back and relaxed. She let her mind flow freely and her
hormone level burst up again, and felt her pussy leaking and her nipples
stiffen against the fabric of her shirt.
   "Anne, be a dear and work on my nipples too, please" she whispered, just
into the empty air. Immediately the hands left their firm grip on her waist,
and came upward. Well trained, they opened the two lower buttons above the
belt, and found their way up under her shirt without stretching or wrinkling
it, until they cupped each full breast, and then focused gently with tender
fingers around her rock hard nipples. This girl was a true wonder. She
continued to sit motionless for a short while until she felt her body
starting to glow, and the small spasms come alive along the full length of
her thighs.
   She moaned. She could sit like a queen this way forever. The work had to
be done though, and she reluctantly lifted her head, adjusted her glasses,
and slowly leaned forward to focus on the papers on her desk. Actually, she
had planned to stay on a low boil throughout the rest of the afternoon, just
enjoying the gentle stimulation provided by her docile service girl. But she
had saved herself up by having just one orgasm in the morning, so as she
felt the passion hit her, she knew she would not be able to concentrate
properly before she had another climax to calm her nerves. The decision
made, she leaned further forward and placed her elbows on the desk, crossing
her arms under her tits and looking down into the desk with dizzy eyes. Then
she let the feelings rush freely throughout her body, and her mind be
occupied by this one thought: that this was designed for her pleasure, and
her pleasure alone!
   Anne soon recognised her mistress' readiness to ride another trip to the
top as the faint convulsions in her thighs grew in intensity. It was more
difficult to gently massage the now rock hard nipples in her new position,
but even though her lower arms hurt a bit from being pressed against the
edge of the desk, that was of no relevance to the fact that she right now
brought her beloved Ms. Kyle such intense pleasure. She made sure to
establish a regular rhythm of deep tongue thrusts that would work strong and
predictably, and be the most effective way to reach the top on a tight time
schedule. Her nose was mashed into the soft anal ring, sometimes so deep
that it occasionally nearly blocked the air supply through the pipes. This
never happened for any longer periods, though, since her mistress grew
increasingly uneasy from the sensations caused by her hard working tongue.
After a few more minutes, she was right on humping the upturned face,
pressing her soaked pussy against the sealing lips, in an effort to draw
maximum pleasure from the deep tongue strokes.
   When the climax hit, it was like an earthquake! Mrs Kyle's body
stiffened, and a long, deep breath was interrupted sharply. The glasses fell
off her nose and down onto the papers scattered on the desk. Hands tightened
to shaking fists. Anne's arms were almost broken right off as her lady bent
forward over the desk and let out a guttural groan between clenched teeth as
the waves of intense pleasure flared through her body. The broad buttock
relentlessly mashed the heated face and threatened to smother the hard
working little slave completely.
   Anne wished it would last forever! She hung on for all she was worth,
tongue working like a piston, and her hands now roughly massaging the stiff
nipples of the wobbling tits over the desk. Hips pumped wildly and buttocks
clenched and flexed around her face. Legs with loose high-heeled shoes
slipped back and forth over the floor carpet, and the arms crossed on the
desk under her bosom tightened till they shook like leaves.
   Several squirts of love juice landed in the back of her throat between
her tongue thrusts. Anne took a couple of seconds to gulp it down, but
before she was able to resume her massive strokes, she got a new squirt as
Ms. Kyle lost control of her bladder. This time her mistress didn't have
that much to give, so Anne had it down in a few additional gulps. And even
before the last trickling subsided, she was able to launch a new attack all
the way to the bottom. Her fingertips continued to massage the nipples, and
this final, massive assault brought on the ultimate success.
   Her mistress actually multi- orgasmed!
   A new wave hit her, and as the tongue shot in an out, the body stiffened
and shook violently in a new eruption of ecstasy. That was what it took to
send Anne herself over the edge as well! As she rubbed her thighs together,
the bliss of happiness surging through her from this final achievement
brought on an orgasm so intense that dazzling stars exploded all over her
mind. Only her unconditional determination to please made it possible to
avoid screaming out into the spasming pussy over her, and even somehow
control her body and maintain the level of stimulation for her beloved
mistress. As her own body convulsed, she focused desperately on her task,
trying not to move so much that her own pleasure would be noticed. She had
not been allowed to cum, and Anne knew that she was supposed to control
herself and stay permanently hot in order to provide optimal service, as she
had been taught all along.
   But Rowena still bucked crazily in her chair, totally lost in her own
ecstasy. She passed the final peak right after Anne, and when she started to
come down, the girl had already regained full control of her own body.

   Finally, Ms. Kyle's body relaxed again, and she fell back in the chair,
drained and powerless as a ragged doll. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable
desire to laugh! As she picked up her glasses and put them back on her nose,
she laughed until she had to gasp for breath. Then she shook her head,
straightened her back a little and took a deep breath;
   "Anne dear, I'm totally drained. I can't stand any more at the moment.
Please leave my nipples for now."
   Anne had stopped her treatment of the saturated pussy with her tongue
fully penetrated -- as usual -- and now again had her head painfully tilted
back. She immediately took her hands off her mistress tits, carefully
pulling down, straightened the shirt over the bosom, and gently placed her
hands around the waist again. Gently and lightly she caressed the hips and
belly as her mistress caught up with her breath, letting her hands slide
lovingly over the soft curves of her butt. Now was the time for the relaxing
care. She knew she should try to stay like this, without moving, for as long
as possible as her lady recovered. Only light caresses with her hands. Cheek
carefully pressed over the soaked vulva, tongue motionless in its position,
nose pressed deep inside the relaxed bum hole. Gentle silence.
   "You will probably not be surprised to know that Alice ..., Ms. Johnson,
is not that different from me," Rowena finally mumbled in a low voice. "She
enjoys oral attention as much as the next lady.  If you like her, I expect
you to help me out on entertaining her during our conversations next Tuesday
night. But I will not press you to do it if you don't find her attractive. I
think you will, though. She's quite a lady!"
   Anne nodded. For Rowena to feel, and not to see. She had known all the
time that she was in for some hard work, and she was definitely getting what
she bargained for. Her first evening of real overtime.