I watched my boss, Sir Harry Hardwick, show what must be a new starter around the office, pointing out the restrooms and the staff break room, before getting to my desk and stopping.
“Tracy, this is Ashwin. She is with us from our India office for the next few months.”
I didn’t even know we had an Indian office, but instead of questioning, I just looked up. I found myself looking at a stunning Indian woman who I guessed was in her early twenties, though I found out later she was 31, the same age as me. Her skin was the most wonderful mixture of olive brown and gold, making her almost seem to shine. Her coal black hair had the same lustre, and her almond eyes sparkled with light amusement as she looked down at me. She was slender, like a graceful willow tree, but at the same time taller than my boss, who I knew stood 6 feet in his socks. A quick glance down told me she had heels, but even then, I guessed she would still be a fraction over 6 feet.
I didn’t want to stand and reveal my 5’4” stature. I was also a little concerned that it would become obvious that my nipples were as hard as pencil rubbers, a fact I could conceal by staying hunched over. I could feel myself getting a little wet as I was discreetly bisexual, something I had agreed with my husband not long after we had got married. I had first become interested in my own sex when I was at university nearly 10 years ago.
My boss put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it in a familiar way. “Tracy will show you the ropes, and if she gives you any trouble, I will put her over my knee and spank her.” He roared with laughter as he wandered off, and I indicated to her to pull up a spare chair whilst trying not to blush.
“Ashwin is a boy’s name, Aswini is for girl’s but it doesn’t matter, you can call me Ash.”
Her voice was amazing, like the gentle trilling song of a delicate bird. I could see the conflict on her face as she struggled to vocalise the way the boss had just spoken to me. In the end, she said quietly, “Things seem different in your country.”
“Don’t worry about the old man, it’s only me he speaks to like that...after all, I am his daughter-in-law.”
I normally kept it quiet that I was married to the owner’s son, but how else could I explain his inappropriate actions? I didn’t add that I had been giving the owner blow jobs since I started at the firm at 21. I still remember the first time it happened.
*****
“How are you settling in?”
I looked up from my desk, trying desperately not to look flustered, to see the owner standing there.
“It’s all fine, Mr Hardwick, sir, I have nearly finished the overseas order documentation.”
It was before he was knighted for services to the country, although it was well known it would happen soon, due in part to his close friendship with the prime minister.
In reality, nothing could be further from the truth. Hardwicks shipped goods all over the world, buying in one country and selling in another, making money on the price differences. This gave rise to the completion of export and import documentation at both ends, sometimes running through a middle country to change origin for the final destination. When it had been explained in the interview, it had seemed simple, but the reality was that it was far from simple.
“We can’t afford to miss the shipping deadlines.”
“No, Mr Hardwick, I will stay here until it’s done, ” I muttered, thinking to myself that I wished he would go away and just let me finish.
“I will be in my office if you need me, ” he said as he walked to the walled-off glass area that he called his office. I could make out his shape over his screen through the frosted glass before returning my attention to my screen.
An hour later, I pressed the ‘completed’ button and was gathering my stuff when it hit me. The documentation needed to be checked before six the next morning, and the only person available to check it was the boss himself. Tapping on his door, I waited until I heard him say, “Who is it?”
“Tracy, sir, ” I said timidly.
He roared with laughter, “Of course it is, you and I are the only ones here.”
I explained about the documents needing to be checked before six the next morning. He nodded brusquely before clicking a few buttons and starting to study the screen as he waved me to sit. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as he sucked his teeth and tutted every so often. Then, to my surprise, he let out a small huff as he declared, “Done.”
I stood and went to leave, but as I did, he said, “I just need your opinion on this.”
I went round his desk to look at the screen, and to my shock, there was a picture of a woman with her mouth around a very large cock. He clicked, and the screen changed, showing more pictures of the woman sucking and then switched to a man’s hand gripping the cock. The next shot showed her face being splattered with cum, and finally her smiling as globules of seed dripped from her cheeks and chin.
“What do you think?” He asked.
“Who is she?” I asked. I didn’t need to ask who the man was as I had recognised the ring on the hand working the cock. It was the very distinctive signet ring that belonged to my boss, sitting in front of me.
“She is your predecessor. She left to get married with a substantial separation bonus.”
Although I was just 21, I wasn’t totally naive and knew the offer that was on the table.
“I get a blow job once a week, and you get a nice bonus at the end of the year.”
There was a pause and a silence between us for a few moments, and then he triggered me. I have always been sexually submissive all my life and find it almost impossible to resist a command.
“Suck it, ” Harry said as he stood, his hard cock in his hand.
Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth as wide as I could and started to suck on his member. His wasn’t the first cock I had ever sucked, but it was by far the largest, and it didn’t take long before my jaw started to ache. Such was his size that I started to gag when he hit the back of my throat, which seemed to spur him on to greater efforts. He was almost face fucking me as I coughed and spluttered when I heard him groan. Pulling out of my mouth, he finished himself off by hand, splattering my face with large globules of his seed.
Looking down at my cum covered face and blouse, he laughed, “Clean yourself up before you go home, and I would suggest that next time you remove your top first or bring a spare blouse.”
That was the pattern set, and each week, he would advise me that I needed to work late that evening to complete a special task or job. After the office was empty, I would remove my top and bra before he fucked my throat and then covered my face with his seed.
It had been his idea that I marry his son, Brad, and he had insisted I stay a virgin until that happened. I didn’t mention that I wasn’t a virgin with either sex, as I guessed he wanted a pure bride for his pride and joy. The blow jobs continued whenever Sir Harry felt like it, in fact, even on my wedding day, he made me suck his cock, although he didn’t stain my dress, but for once allowed me to swallow his load.
Brad was a nice guy who simply wanted to please his father. He took me out to dinner or on dates to the cinema or theatre, but he never laid a finger on me. It was always me who took his hand, and while we sat with couples around us engaged in heavy petting, he never moved.
I got the distinct feeling that I was going to become his ‘beard’, the slang expression that is attached to a woman who marries a closeted gay man. As it turned out, Brad wasn’t gay; he just wasn’t that interested in sex. Although he consummated the marriage on our wedding night, we only had sex once during our honeymoon. From there on, it was once a month if I really pushed him, so in the end, I gave up. One night, we had a big heart-to-heart talk where he insisted it wasn’t me, it wasn’t anyone else, it was just that he wasn’t into sex.
After I had got over the initial disappointment on our wedding night, I had offered myself to Sir Harry a few times, but he always declined, saying it was almost incest to fuck his daughter-in-law, though it didn’t stop him from using my mouth and throat on our weekly ‘meetings’.
Sir Harry had drawn up a prenuptial agreement that stated if I went with another man, his son would divorce me and I would be left penniless. What it didn’t say was anything about another woman, so I started having the odd lesbian affair. As a precaution to not incur the old man’s wrath, I kept them very discreet and therefore infrequent.
*****
“May I use the bathroom?” said Ash, jerking me from my thoughts.
I watched as she stood and wondered if she was going to be my replacement with the boss. I wouldn’t have worried, as my jaw did ache from time to time, trying to accommodate his substantial girth. I hid a wry smile of amusement as it was very much not ‘like father, like son’. Whereas the father was a good nine inches and thick, his son was half that in both length and girth.
Sir Harry frequently would come out with the question, “When was he going to hear the patter of tiny feet, ” which would then be followed by, “Don’t forget your biological clock is ticking.” I had to bite my tongue to not retort with, “You need to ask your son about that, ” or, “Chance would be a fine thing.”
“Maybe she will get to enjoy his cock, ” I laughed to myself as I watched her back as she entered the disabled toilet.
I had meant to mention to her that the disabled facility should be kept clear, but as there was no written rule against it, more of an etiquette thing. But as my workflow had suddenly gone mad, it totally slipped my mind.
We finished that evening around six, and Ash had watched me quietly but intently all day, making notes in a small black book. The only time she had spoken was to ask a clarification question. Pressing ‘completed’ on the final shipment, I started to gather my belongings. We had expanded to have a checking team, and they had all day tomorrow to check, so there was no pressure.
“What are your plans?” I said to Ash, hoping she would perhaps want some company.
“I will return to my hotel and study my notes, ” she said, tapping her little book.
“Perhaps I could treat you to dinner, ” I said, not wanting to return home to my empty house. Brad was away for a few days on a buying trip, as he was most weeks, and I was desperate for company.
There was always the chance she might seduce me, although I wasn’t sure they had lesbians in India. I hadn’t been with another woman for a couple of years, not through lack of desire but lack of discreet opportunity.
I had first dabbled with lesbianism during my time at university, where I played football, or soccer as our American friends call it, for a local ladies' team. The thought of my time with the Skittle Ladies brought back some happy memories, and I could feel a rising dampness as I remembered.
*****
I had played when I was at school, but gave up at 18 when I started university. In my second year, I felt I needed more exercise and also had the desire to develop a circle of friends outside of other students.
I hadn’t really experienced same sex relationships, so the changing rooms at Skittles came as a bit of a shock to me. I would have guessed that half the team were lesbians and the other half bisexual. Most of the straight girls never really settled in and would normally leave after a few weeks. Although I had never experimented, for me, there was something quite hot about removing my kit after a game or training, knowing that at least half the eyes watching me were lusting after me.
The shower cubicles were the type with the pull across curtains, so it was pretty common to catch sight of some heavy petting. The protocol seemed to be that if the curtain was tightly closed, then ‘no entry’, but if it was partially open, then it was an invitation. This wasn’t always the case as the more butch team members would open the curtain of an occupied cubicle, then mutter an apology, but not before they had got a good eyeful.
My first time with another woman came when our big centre half pulled open my curtain and made no pretence of showing any embarrassment as she ogled my body. As she went to step in, our centre forward, who was as tall but not as broad, stepped in front of her, stating that I was with her. As the pair stood glaring at each other, I could feel myself getting wet, and not from the shower. There was something quite arousing about having two women almost fighting over you. I had it with guys before, but never with women, and I knew that whichever one stepped into the shower, I would be putty in their hands.
It was our centre forward, Maisie, who won the staring contest, then stepping inside, she pulled the curtain shut. She said nothing but simply kissed me, and I felt myself melt in her arms. It was a firm kiss, but not rough like a man, but soft. Her mouth and hands wandered over my body like a virtuoso musician playing a musical instrument. As I leaned back against the tiles, one leg over her shoulder, her tongue brought me to a noisy climax as the water cascaded over our bodies. Not content with just one orgasm, she took me to uncharted sexual heights repeatedly, her fingers curled inside me while her tongue and teeth tortured my clit. I didn’t even notice, nor care, that she had opened the shower curtains so the rest of the team could witness her conquest.
For the rest of the season, we became an item, with me seeing Maisie outside of football and often in her small flat above a local chip shop where she worked. There, she introduced me to the joys of a strap-on with which she would fuck me until I couldn’t stand. As far as I was concerned, we were a couple despite the 10-year age difference. I even had plans in my head that perhaps we might even move in together, as it wasn’t that far from the campus.
Things seemed to be working out quite well until one day, after a training session, I stayed behind to work on my dead-ball skills. I guess Maisie must have thought I had gone home, or perhaps she didn’t care, but when I went to the changing rooms, her clothes were there, but she wasn’t. Assuming she was in the shower, waiting. I threw off my kit and could see there was just one cubicle with the curtain pulled shut. Opening it, I wasn’t surprised to see Maisie, but I was surprised to see our petite 18-year-old winger with her hand buried in Maisie’s cunt to the wrist.
I suppose there were lots of things I could have done, ranging from joining them to screaming the place down. Instead, I simply closed the curtains, leaving them to it while I showered in another cubicle. When I had finished showering, I went outside to find that the changing rooms were empty. I dressed in silence, leaving my kit on the floor as my way of confirming my football career was over.
*****
“That would be lovely.”
Ash’s soft voice broke my thoughts, and I looked up to see her smiling at me.
“I was just thinking, rather than going out, why don’t I cook for you?” I could see her considering my offer, so I added, “My husband is away, so we will have the house to ourselves.”
“Christ, girl, that was obvious, ” I thought to myself, but I was getting more and more interested in the idea of some hot sapphic sex. The great thing I always found was that the foreplay went on forever, and heaven only knows I could do with a heavy, prolonged sex session.
At my insistence, we drove back to my house together, telling her she could get an Uber back to her hotel after dinner, as I would be too drunk to drive by then. This caused me to have a sudden panic, and I started burbling,
“I mean, if you do drink alcohol, I didn’t mean to offend.”
Ash laughed, “I am not a Muslim, I am...well, was...a Hindu. I drink like a fish, and I eat most things.”
The line ‘I eat most things’ made a thought pop into my head: “Was she coming on to me?” Then, when she put her hand on my knee, it nearly caused me to crash.
We arrived home safely, and I showed her into my large kitchen diner with bifold doors that opened out to a large patio area. This led to a large swimming pool with a vast expanse of carefully maintained lawns and manicured bushes.
“My goodness, you live in a mansion, ” Ash exclaimed in awe.
I laughed, but she was right, it was a large sprawling bungalow that was much bigger than we needed, but Sir Harry had insisted on buying it as a wedding present.
“You should see the Boss’s, it’s huge, ” I giggled as, instead of the picture of Sir Harry’s magnificent Manor House popping into my head, it was the vision of his large cock.
“Yes, I have heard it is large, ” Ash responded with a straight face, which made me wonder what she knew, especially when she followed it with, “If you like that sort of thing.”
“I am just going to get changed, wine is in the fridge, pour me a glass.”
In my bedroom, I took off my work clothes and stood in my bra and panties, trying to decide what to wear.
“Your wine.”
I turned round to see Ash standing in the doorway with a glass of wine in each hand.
“I was just trying to decide what to wear, ” I said with my heart beating like a drum and a wetness between my legs.
“Perhaps a fashion show, ” laughed Ash as she sat in one of the ornate chairs that filled in space in the large room. I had a walk-in dressing area that was three sides of a square, with each side a wardrobe in itself with mirrored doors. This meant that by standing in the middle, you got reflections from every side.
Ash stared at me with her beautiful, soft eyes that were inspecting every inch of my flesh.
“You are very beautiful, ” she whispered, “your husband is a lucky man.”
“He isn’t interested in me, ” I sighed.
“Then he is a fool...now remove your bra.”
My heart leapt into my mouth, and my pussy moistened even further as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“You have nice breasts, ” she murmured, “Bigger than mine, I think.”
I was a 34C, which on my small frame made them seem much larger than they actually were.
“I haven’t seen your breasts, so I have no idea, ” I laughed, trying to cover my nerves.
Ash smiled and, unzipping her dress, let the top fall to her waist, showing she was braless. Her breasts were smaller and perky enough not to require support. We both stepped forward and kissed, our tongues entwined as we caressed each other’s breasts and nipples. Her teeth fastened on my nipple, and I felt her bite gently at first, then harder, making me moan. Her hand was inside my panties, her fingertip teasing my clit as she slipped her finger inside.
I felt her spin me round and into the chair she had recently been sitting in, sliding my panties over my hips as she did. Lifting one leg over each of the arms, she exposed me fully as she traced her fingernail over my wet lips. Sliding her finger back into my wetness, her tongue sought and found my clit, torturing it with little flicks and laps. As she started to suck and nibble, she added a second finger, twisting them expertly inside my body. I could see in the reflections her half-clothed body, her lustrous black hair between my thighs as she drove me to a climax. Arching off the seat, I started to flood, and she clamped her mouth over my pussy, sucking and swallowing my juices.
When I had finally come down off my orgasmic cloud, I caressed her hair where she was still between my thighs, “Now it’s your turn.”
Ash stood and looked at me, her face glistening with my juices, her nipples hard on her small breasts, “Tracy, I am not like other girls...I am different.”
I didn’t understand what she meant. All I wanted to do was taste her pussy and give her the same pleasure as she had just given me.
Her eyes locked on mine as she released the button that sent her dress to the floor. Then, hooking her thumbs into either side of her panties, she pulled them down to reveal a substantial and erect cock.
“Oh, ” was the only thing that I could muster to say, and that came out as more of a squeak. There was silence for a minute as she stepped out of her panties and stood with her cock quivering. “You have a cock, ” I finally said lamely.
“Yes, for now. One day it will be gone.”
Things started to click into place, her using the disabled toilets, the confusion over her name. It also made me think that maybe Sir Harry knew about Ash as well, but that was a question for later.
“Does it work?” Which was a silly question, bearing in mind it was pointing at the ceiling.
“Why don’t you find out?” Ash said, stepping closer.
It was much easier to suck Ash’s cock than Sir Harry’s, as although a decent size, it wasn’t big enough to make my jaw ache. Saying that he still made me gag on occasions when she became overly enthusiastic. The difference was that instead of fucking my throat harder, she was apologetic and checked I was OK before carrying on.
“If we don’t stop, I am going to cum and I want to cum inside you.”
I stood and pulled her to the bed, throwing myself on my back, my legs apart. I felt her hands grip my ankles and gently lift them until they were above her shoulders. I looked at her beautiful face and perfect breasts before my gaze travelled down her body, her taut stomach to her wonderful cock. Without either of us touching, she placed the head at my entrance and slowly sank into me.
Ash didn’t fuck me savagely, nor was it gentle; it was smooth yet relentless. Her cock almost left my body before driving back in until our lower bodies were mashed together. Then, without a pause, she would lift her hips, leaving me breathless, then slide back in. I could feel my orgasm building, and Ash must have sensed it as her pace increased, driving me onwards. I could see the beads of sweat on her face as she fucked me with perfect intensity. As I noisily orgasmed, I could feel my pussy clamp on her cock. Shouting something in her own language, she jerked hard into me, pumping her seed deep inside. We collapsed in each other’s arms, showering each other with kisses.
I must have slipped into a post-orgasmic stupor as I woke feeling her cuddling my back, her cock hard and poking in my ass.
“Now that I have made love to you, I want to fuck you.”
Pulling me to all fours, she slipped inside me with a contented sigh. As she started to drive in and out, I felt her finger in my ass probing and penetrating.
“Are you an anal virgin?”
I mumbled a reply, not wanting to admit that the only thing that had been in my ass was a strap-on, never a real cock.
I heard her spit on my ass before pushing a finger in again.
“You want your ass fucked don’t you...slut.”
That word triggered me as I had dabbled with a few lesbian Dommes in the past and always found it exciting when they called me names.
“Yes, mistress, “I moaned and reached behind to pull my cheeks apart.
The pain was blissfully incredible as she pulled out of my pussy and forced her cock into my ass. Her hand slapped down on my cheek as she pushed harder,
“Beg me to fuck your slutty ass.”
I had moved one hand to my clit and was rubbing hard as I pushed back to her cock.
“Please fuck my slut ass.”
As she increased her speed, my first orgasm burst inside me, making my fingers slippery on my clit. There was no stopping her, even though she knew I had cum, she fucked me intensely, ripping more orgasms from me. Her thrusts and grunts were interspersed with savage slaps on my ass, making me moan with pain and pleasure.
“Do you want me to cum in your ass?”
“Yes.”
The slap on my cheek was intense as she roared, “Beg you slut.”
“CUM IN MY ASS...BREED ME.”
I shouted the words loudly as I climaxed and felt her pump her seed deep into my bowels.
Ash collapsed onto me, kissing my neck, still embedded in my throbbing ass. It was in that position that we fell asleep.
*****
I heard the front door open, rousing me from my sleep, and my husband shouting, “Hey, Tracy got home early.”
His voice woke Ash, and we sat up together as Brad walked into the bedroom to be greeted with the sight of four naked breasts.
“I didn’t realise you had company, ” Brad said, not missing a beat.
We had discussed my bisexuality years ago, and he was quite happy for me to seek the company of other women, provided I was discreet. In fact, unlike his father, Brad was quite understanding if I wanted to seek male company as well. I never took him up on the offer, just in case it went wrong.
To my surprise, Ash seemed very calm and smiling, pushed the covers down to reveal her cock, which was standing to attention.
“Mmmm that looks tasty, ” Brad said as he started removing his clothes. “I am guessing you have fucked my wife.”
“In every hole, ” Ash laughed, “now it’s your turn.”
My head was spinning, and my brain was in overdrive. I had never seen my husband this interested in sex before. He seemed totally unfazed that Ash had a cock, just as Ash seemed unworried about Brad’s appearance. Then the penny dropped.
“You know each other.”
Ash smiled, and my husband didn’t reply as his mouth was full of Ash’s cock.
“Why don’t you help him...Sir Harry tells me you are almost as good a cocksucker as I.”
Putting my face next to Ash’s instrument of pleasure, I watched my husband sucking it with pure bliss on his face. I managed to move into a position where I could tease and lick Ash’s balls while he worked on the head. When I licked up the shaft, our lips met, and we kissed with Ash’s cock between us. When Ash pulled his cock away, I kissed my husband hard and returned my kiss with a passion I had never known.
I felt his hands roaming over my body, touching my breasts and fingering my cunt with an interest he never normally showed. My hand brushed his cock, which to my delight was as hard as steel. Working his cock with my hand, we kept kissing, and I felt him groan into my mouth, and I knew that groan signaled Ash was entering his ass.
Breaking our kiss, he gasped questioningly, “Are you full?”
I knew straight away what he meant and what he wanted. Wriggling into position on my back, I opened my legs wide to allow him to feast on my cunt that was full of Ash’s seed. As he lapped and licked eagerly, I looked over his back to Ash, who was steadily fucking Brad.
“Don’t waste your husband’s seed.”
Twisting around again, I moved into a 69 position, eagerly sucking my husband’s cock. He wasn’t the size of his father, so sucking him was easy, taking him deep so his balls hit my chin. Opening my eyes, I could see Ash’s cock sliding in and out of my husband’s ass, his balls slapping against my forehead.
Then I saw another set of balls appear, and above it a very substantial cock that I recognised immediately. I should know it as I have sucked it enough times over the years; it belonged to my father-in-law. Ash let out a deep grunt, and I could see that Sir Harry must have entered Ash, something she took with ease.
As they started moving, I realised that I was sucking my husband’s cock as he was being fucked by someone who was being fucked by my father-in-law. My body convulsed in orgasm, sending what seed was still inside me into my husband’s willing mouth.
Sir Harry was driving hard into Ash, who in turn was fucking Brad. The stimulation on Brad’s prostate proved too much for him to hold back, and he shot a huge load down my throat.
Brad rolled off, and it seemed natural to suck Ash’s cock that had been in my husband’s willing ass. I would have sucked Sir Harry’s cock as well, but Ash had beaten me to it.
After I had finished cleaning Ash, I lay on the bed with my husband lying next to me. As we watched Ash sucking Sir Harry’s cock he spoke quietly to me.
“I hope you’re not mad at me.”
I smiled as although I knew I had been set up, it had been a lot of fun and incredibly hot.
“Don’t be daft. Whose idea was it?”
He explained that his father had been fucking shemales for years following the death of his wife, Brad’s mother. When he had introduced Brad to shemales rather than fucking them, Brad was more than happy to be on the receiving end. It was Ash who had offered to seduce me with the aim of getting me involved.
“How long have you known I have been sucking your father’s cock?”
“Since he showed me the photographs the day after the first time.”
I giggled then burst into laughter before kissing him hard, “I love you, Brad, and I am looking forward to our adventures together.”
*****