1. The Caller 10 - lunch for three


    Date: 12/23/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Bi-sexual, Cum Swallowing, Exhibitionism, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Threesome, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    subsided, I leaned back relaxed. „Mmh, seems I was right,“ I say. "You are the perfect match for this job." She finished with one last gulp and then licked her lips. "I... I never thought I would do something like that. I didn’t dislike it..." she replied, blushing, embarrassment, confusion and satisfaction playing across her sweet face, looking innocent despite her age and the wet pee stains. "Why was I the perfect match?" I smile as I looked down at her, soaked and messed. "Mmh, because secretly you're a dirty little slut who's not afraid of anything, regardless of how dirty. And you're willing to obey, which is a rare commodity these days." Grabbing my handbag, I finally asked casually: "So... want to go out for lunch?" Sherri got to her feet, looking down at herself. "Like this?" she asked. Her white blouse was wet and stained yellow from piss, her skirt was torn and flapping a little along her left side, her makeup smeared and messy. "Should I not get cleaned up first? Oh, and sorry about the puddle, I can clean that up before we go too, if you want," she said, eyeing the mess on the floor. I nodded at Kaylee, then leaned against my desk. "Good," I said. "Clean it. With your tongue." Sherri looked down and finally went back on all fours again, diligently lapping up the few drops of cum and the puddle of piss on the floor underneath my desk. For good measure, and just to see how far I could take her, I thumped her nose into it, pushing her head down with my heels at ...
    her neck. I felt, suddenly, like Missy must feel with me, only more immediate, more... visceral. Frightened at my own thoughts, I quickly stopped and composed myself. Meanwhile, Kaylee had returned from the lobby with a leash hanging from the thin, frilly collar around her neck. Ever since she's started working for me, the idea of wearing a collar that would designate her as my slut was so arousing to her that she had bought herself a whole assortment when we finally got down to it. In her hand, she carried another leash, with another collar, this one wider and made out of studded leather. I took it from her and, just as Sherri was sitting back up, began to fasten it around her neck. "I... I am getting a collar?" she asked surprised, but obviously aroused at the thought. Running her fingers across the tight leather strap, she muttered: "T-thank you..." "So, where do you plan on eating?" Kaylee asked, standing by the door. "The grill," I replied as I slung my handbag over one shoulder, pulling Sherri's leash with my other hand. I slowly walked out of the door, my heels clacking on the floor and I grabbed Kaylee's leash as well as I passed her. Pulling the two women behind me as we exited my office, I walked them out of the building. The regulars in the office condo were already used to see me and Kaylee like this, but they still turned their heads at Sherri, messed and revealing as she was. Nobody said a word, though, our reputation was preceding us widely now. The grill was a ...
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