Chapter 4
Tuesday - Day 4
I could get very, very used to this. Once again, I awoke to a lovely blowjob. Becky was licking gently up the sides of my cock, then swirling her tongue around it like the stripe up the side of a candy cane. She would then take the head in her mouth and suck gently. I was contemplating coming into her mouth when I looked down at her. She smiled up at me and said, "Good morning, sir," before continuing her task.
Becky was again dressed for work. She had on a lovely button down blouse and a skirt. Of course, there were no panties under the skirt. "This morning," I said to her, "I would like to see my professional looking wake-up slut riding me."
"Yes, sir!" Becky said happily, as she eagerly hiked her skirt up and climbed on top of me.
She placed my cock at the entrance to her pussy when I warned her, "Slowly." She dropped down very slowly until her ass rested on my balls. "Stop," I told her. I rearranged her skirt, and looked at her. She was lovely, sitting there dressed for work. At first glance, you could not tell if she was just sitting on me, or if she was impaled on me. Of course, my cock could certainly tell. Seeing her like this gave me delicious ideas.
"You can move now," I told her, "but only side to side, not up and down."
"Yes, sir!" she grinned at me, and started slowly moving her hips in circles.
"I don't think I want to go all day without seeing you, today," I told her. "Are you free for lunch?"
"Oh, yes sir! Where would you like to go?" she asked.
"I'll come by your office to pick you up, and I'll let you know then," I told her. It's always interesting having a conversation with someone that is slowly fucking you. I slid my hand up her thighs, slowly pushing her skirt up until her bald pussy was exposed. I put my thumb on her clit and started moving it around, to Becky's obvious appreciation.
"Hey, your pussy is still smooth. Does a waxing last this long?" I asked.
"Mostly, sir," Becky breathed at me, "but I've been shaving it every morning to make sure. I know you like it smooth."
"Just like a little girl's," I said. "Are you my little girl?"
"Oh, yes sir, I'm your naughty little girl! Your bad little girl!," and with that she was cumming. Seeing her face, and feeling her jerking around on top of me put me over the edge as well.
After a few minutes of resting, Becky lifted her pussy off my cock and rested her pussy on my crotch. I could feel our juices leaking on me, and I told her so.
"I know, sir, but I promise I'll clean it up. If I don't let them drip out a little it will make a mess of my clothes. And I don't want to get off of you just yet and go to the bathroom."
Becky stayed on me for a few minutes, but then realized she had to leave for work. So she climbed off and surveyed my cock. It was quite messy. "Mmmmm, breakfast," she said, and started cleaning me off with her tongue. She looked up at me and said, "I love cleaning you off sir, but I keep getting hair in my mouth. Would you mind if I shaved you?"
I thought about it as she finished up and said, "OK, but no waxing - I'm not nearly as brave as you. And I am annoyed enough having to shave my face, so if you start this, it is your responsibility to keep me smooth. And you'd better be careful! I wouldn't want him out of commission."
"Neither would I, sir!" she replied.
"Then you can start this weekend. Now go to work," I told her.
"Yes, sir," she said, and gave me a big kiss before going off to work.
At work I realized that I had been having much more relaxing, enjoyable days since I'd been starting the day off right. A blow job and a fuck beat a cup of coffee any day! But I had plans for lunch, so I went to the corner deli and got Becky a soup and sandwich. I went over to her building, and wandered into her office.
When I walked into her office, she was in a discussion with a co-worker, a tall brunette. When she saw me she almost ran over and gave me a big kiss. "Oh, you're here already, sir!" Becky said. "I wasn't expecting you yet." She turned to her co-worker and said, "Sorry, Rachel, we'll have to finish this later. I've got a lunch date."
After Rachel left, Becky asked, "Where are we going for lunch?"
I had Becky sit at her desk and said, "You will be eating this lovely sandwich at your desk. And I will be eating my lovely Becky under the desk."
"But, sir..." Becky started nervously. Then she got a wicked grin on her face, pushed herself away from the desk and let me climb under. She wiggled her skirt up, and rolled herself back under the desk. I heard her open her lunch as I moved my face between her legs and started my lunch. I figured she deserved at least a half hour for lunch, so I started nice and slow.
I licked all around her lips and thighs, staying away from her clit for the moment. Then I pulled her to the edge of her chair and started taking long licks up, starting at her asshole and going all the way to her clit, letting my tongue slip deeply into her pussy on each stroke. At the end of each stroke, I took my head away for a moment and then started at the bottom again. I loved drinking her juices, and I was getting a large serving from her today.
I was about to attack her clit when I heard her door open. Someone started to come in and then realized that Becky was in the office. "Oh, I'm sorry Becky," I heard. "I just needed the Banyan file and Rachel said you had gone out to lunch."
"That's OK. I'm just eating my lunch at my desk. You can get the file." The last word was a bit strained as I let my tongue swipe at her clit. I then moved it very slowly, barely touching around the outside of her pussy lips.
"Are you OK, Becky?" the intruder asked. "You look a bit flushed."
"I'm fine," Becky said. But she was not fine; she was quickly approaching an orgasm.
"Here it is. Thanks, Becky," said the stranger.
"Can you close the door behind you?" Becky asked. "I think I'll rest a bit after I finish lunch."
"Sure," came the reply, and I heard the door close. As the door closed I grabbed Becky's clit between my teeth and buried two fingers in her cunt. She squeaked as she came, juices pouring out onto my face.
I pushed her chair back and knelt up to kiss her. "Oh, sir, that was so hot. I think she suspected! And look at the mess I made of your face." With that, Becky proceeded to lick my face clean.
"If you think it was hot getting eaten in your office, wait for what's next. Go lock your door, then bend over your desk." I couldn't tell if Becky was scared but excited, or excited but scared as she did what I told her. I raised her skirt and lowered my zipper.
I submerged my cock in her from behind, and Becky shoved her fist in her mouth to restrain her groan. I moved my cock in and out slowly and ran my hands around her ass, running my finger down her ass crack and around her puckered hole. "God, I wish I had thought to bring something so that I could fuck this delicious looking ass of yours," I told her.
Becky turned her head to look at me and said, "You can, sir."
"I can what?" I asked.
"You can fuck my ass, sir."
"I didn't bring any K-Y, and I think it would be a little painful without," I said.
She just looked at me, her eyes half closed, and said, "But sir, every morning I now clean myself out and grease myself up so that you can take me if you want. I am still lubricated, and you should feel free to use me as you want."
I pulled out of her, turned her over, and asked, "Who are you, and what have you done with my Becky?"
Becky giggled and said, "It's me, sir, but I am going to prove to you that you can never do better with anyone else. By the time this month is over you won't even be able to imagine how life could be better without me." And with that, she reached up and gave me a tonsil-clearing kiss. Then she flipped back over and said, "Now fuck you little slut's ass!"
Remember what I've said about not turning down a woman in need? I buried my cock into her in one stroke, and true to her word, she was well lubricated. "Oh, sir, I'm going to have to start bringing a gag to work, because I don't know how I'm going to be able to keep quiet. Please cover my mouth for me!"
So with my cock buried in her ass, I grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head back, and moved my other hand to cover her mouth, stopping on the way to squeeze a nipple. Then I started pounding into her, though I was careful not to let my body slap on her ass too noisily. Becky did a fair job of being quiet, though my hand did muffle quite a few groans and grunts, and a few of my grunts got out as well.
As I started to get close, I leaned over, took my hand off her mouth and said, "You've been such a good slut today, so I'm going to let you choose. Where do you want me to cum?"
"Oh, sir, in my mouth, please!" she responded.
"Right from your ass?" I asked.
"I cleaned it out this morning. Please. Cum in my mouth!" she said.
So after fucking my cock a few more times into her delightfully tight ass, I pulled out and Becky knelt on the floor and took the head of my cock in her mouth as I started feeding her dessert.
After I was done, she licked my cock clean. She made a little face and said, "I guess I could still taste myself a little, but frankly the lubricant tasted worse. I'm going to have to buy some flavored lubricant."
I couldn't help but laugh, and I said, "You do that. Have I mentioned that you are amazing?"
"Yes, sir, but keep saying it!" she replied with a grin.
We straightened up our clothes and the desk. I was getting ready to leave when I sniffed the air and said, "You might want to open a window, or people will know what was up in here."
Becky opened her mouth and covered it with her hand. "But sir, the windows don't open."
"Well then, I guess you shouldn't have too many meetings in here," I said with a wink.
"Thank you for lunch, sir. It was the best lunch I've had in... probably forever. Please come again any time!"
"Want to walk me to the door, or should I show myself out?" I asked her.
She sank in her chair and said, "Would you mind showing yourself out. I am completely beat and would like to rest for a few minutes."
"Sure," I said. I gave her a kiss, told her I loved her, and left her office.
Just outside I passed Rachel and another woman. They both looked surprised and Rachel said, "I thought you had left! Joan said that Becky was eating lunch alone in her office."
"No," I said, "I was eating with her. See you ladies." As I reached the door, I saw that Rachel and (I presume) Joan were heading over to Becky's office.
When I got home tonight, Becky was in the kitchen. She was nude, except for an apron, and she was cooking some sort of pasta for dinner. When she saw me come in she ran over and kissed me quickly. "I'm sorry I can't kiss you more, sir, but I have to keep stirring."
"That's fine, I'm going to change," I said.
After I changed, I went out and helped Becky finish dinner and set the table. When we sat down to eat (before which Becky removed her apron), I asked her how the rest of her day went.
"Interesting," she replied, blushing.
"Details, please," I asked.
"Well, after you left Rachel and Joan came into my office," she started.
"Joan was the person that walked in on us?" I asked.
"Yes, sir. Rachel asked my why we didn't go out for lunch, and I told her that you had brought me lunch. She asked if you had brought lunch for you too, but I told her you didn't. She said, 'so he didn't eat', and I said, 'he did'. The Joan said, 'that's what that smell is! You slut, you got a nooner.'
"Oh, sir! I was so embarrassed and so turned on again at the same time. But they were both really nice; they told me how jealous they were, and that next time I should tell them and they wouldn't disturb me. Sir, I told them, 'That's OK, I think he liked it better being disturbed.' I couldn't believe that I said that to them!
"They teased me for a bit longer, and then we all went back to work."
"Mmmmm, very nice. Have I mentioned that you are one sexed up lady?" I asked her.
"No, sir, but I try," she responded with a smile.
"So that was all the excitement for the day? How was your workout?" I asked.
"Well, not quite all the excitement. Jamie called during the day and talked about dinner tomorrow night. Then she asked me what depraved things you made me do today. I told her that you had brought me lunch, and had me for lunch. She couldn't believe that I done that in the office, but I could tell it was making her hot. Before she hung up I told her, 'I bet you'll be wishing it were you when you play with yourself tonight.' She shrieked at me that I am so bad, but I bet she does. I bet she is at home right now playing with herself thinking about it."
"Why don't you call her and see?" I asked.
"Oh, that is such a good idea, sir!" she said, and rushed to the phone.
She made the call and said, "Hi Jamie, what are you doing?"
I only heard the one side of the conversation.
"You seem pretty out of breath for someone just eating dinner. Are you sure you are not thinking about eating lunch? Or someone eating you for lunch?"
"I may be bad, but tell me with a straight face that you were just eating dinner. Tell me what you are wearing eating dinner?"
"You know what I'm wearing - nothing at all. It's all I'm allowed!"
"Oh, I don't wear that skirt all the time! And you never answered my question. What are you wearing? What are you doing?"
"I knew it! You say you don't understand how I do it, but you are soooo hot thinking about it."
"You are such a liar. I'll tell you what. Tomorrow when you come over we're going to have a normal dinner. If, at the end of dinner, your pussy is soaked, you have to do a task I tell you to!"
"I am not a slut. OK, maybe I am, but still..."
"What makes you think I'd let you fuck him? And no, I won't do anything to you either. I'll just give you a job to do. It won't involve anyone but you."
"Then I'll take you out to dinner this weekend at the restaurant of your choosing, but I know you, you tramp. But you'll never win."
"OK, go back to your 'dinner'. I'll see you tomorrow night. Bye."
"So, did you enjoy that?" I asked.
"Oh, yes I did, sir. The little tramp was diddling herself! And she tried to deny it. She got so hot thinking about what you did to me. I can't wait till tomorrow."
"And what are we doing tomorrow? Are you planning a show?" I asked.
"No, sir. You should treat me just as you would if she wasn't here. It will drive her insane!"
"OK, honey. I'm glad you're having fun," I said. "Now how about the gym? How was that?"
"It was good. I did all the exercises Nelly gave me. It still exhausts me, but I feel good afterwards," she told me.
"And was Nelly or Veronica there?" I asked.
"Nelly wasn't," she replied, "but Veronica was. She seemed to be avoiding me, though. What did you say to her last time?"
"I just told her the price for having you. Maybe she doesn't want to pay that much," I told her.
"My price! Am I a whore, now?" Becky cried.
"Do you want to be my whore?" I asked.
Becky came over and sat in my lap. "I'd rather be your slut, sir."
"Well, what if I wanted you to be my whore? What if I found someone that would pay good money for a night with you? Then what would you do?" I asked.
Becky was quiet for a moment and then said, "If you want to sell me, I'll be your whore, sir."
"Well, don't worry about it yet, pet," I said, "I wasn't talking about money with Veronica, and I don't really think she'd want to do what I asked, and even if she did, I don't think I'd be willing to let her do what she wants with you."
"Oh, thank you sir, for taking care of me," Becky said, putting her face into my neck. "Is there some way I can repay you?"
"I think you've done enough today!" I said. "I'm only human, you know, and if we don't slow down just a little, my dick might fall off."
"It better not!" cried Becky. "I need it."
"Don't worry. Just come to bed with me."
We went to bed and I spooned her. I did need a break, and I loved the feeling of just laying in bed with her. Tomorrow I would get a report from Nelly on how she was doing, and we would have Jamie over for dinner. It should be an interesting day.