Office Sluts 21 - When The Alpha's Away

As we stepped through the gaping doorway into Amber’s living room, I stifled a gasp. Besides my wife, I think Amber is the sexiest creature on earth. My lust for her long predates the fateful day when our sex lives merged and started down the long road that led us to here. But as Amber sat back on her huge sofa, I couldn’t think of a time she had ever looked better.

Her feet and legs shone in the black patent boots she wore. With one leg crossed over the other, her heel bobbed like a weapon in front of her, like the twitching tail of some jungle cat stalking its prey. The boots stopped at her knees, leaving a long expanse of her firm thighs visible. The hot pants she wore shone as brightly and blackly as her boots, the latex hugging her hips and leaving nothing to the imagination as she shifted in her seat. And like Jamie, her torso was encased in a tightly-laced corset. Amber’s was as black as night, spreading out from her constricted waist to the vast swell of her epic cleavage. Amber was extraordinarily well-endowed anyway, and the corset made her breasts look absolutely enormous. The dark depths of her cleavage called to me between the high walls of soft flesh that surrounded it, and my cock throbbed inside Jamie’s panties as I imagined burying my face in there. Amber smiled, basking in my obvious desire as she tossed her hair, tied back in a sleek ponytail, over her shoulder.

“Look at you two,” Amber smirked. There was a familiar glow in her warm brown eyes as she looked us over, first Jamie, then me. “This is going to be so much fun. Now, get over here and great me properly.”

Amber’s rules are as firm as they are arbitrary. And I know them all. They’re engraved on my heart from long sessions at her meager mercy, in the office or at our home. Melissa released my hands, and I dropped to my knees at Amber’s feet. She looked like a goddess, and worshiping her seemed only natural. I pressed my lips to the toe of her boot, passionately kissing her foot in an act of genuine adoration while Melissa howled with laughter. In a flash, my wife was beside me. I imagined that I could feel the raw heat rising from Jamie’s body as she groveled at Amber’s feet, lapping at her boots just as I did. Amazing what this woman had reduced us both to. But she held the key to our pleasure. To us, she was a goddess, some dark priestess of sex and ecstasy. Amber leaned back on her sofa, allowing herself to enjoy our worship for a moment.

“Go get the stuff, Melissa,” Amber finally said.