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I was tired and nervous the following day as I made my way to work, having tossed and turned all night, replaying what happened with my boss the night before. For the first three months of Linda’s tenure as the head of our division, she barely looked my way. Then she requested a meeting to “get to know me” before inviting me for drinks after work. As it turned out, the meeting was not to get to know each other, rather to size me up, to get a read on who I was. And, wow, was she successful. Somehow she quickly realized that I’m submissive by nature and that strong, powerful, attractive people are able to take advantage of that, take advantage of me.
I was born in Japan but moved to the States when I was in my early 20s. Leaving my home country was liberating as I was able to break the societal chains that demanded I behave as a traditional woman, ignoring my needs and desires while taking care of those around me. The anonymity of being a foreigner in a strange land allowed me to discover myself and I was shocked at what I discovered.
Knowing that Linda arrives earlier than most, I turned left off the elevator away from my normal route, hoping to avoid her for as long as possible, still embarrassed about what happened 12 hours earlier. I settled into my cubicle, placed my purse on the floor and turned on my computer determined to focus on work and make it to the weekend. Thank God it was Friday. I checked my calendar. Oh, no! We have a staff meeting scheduled for 10am. So much for avoiding Linda. I’ll have to walk into her meeting and pretend that nothing happened. As I was figuring out how I might slip in early, sit out of the line of fire and attempt to remain anonymous, my instant message pinged.
“Meet me in my office at 9:45am. Linda”
No ‘Good morning’. Just a directive. I was officially anxious.
Despite my attempt to act normal, I was churning inside as I made my way to her office.
“Come in,” Linda said in response to my knock.
“You wanted to see me?” I asked.
“Nari, please come in and have a seat. I’ll be right with you,” she replied.
She had an edge to her voice that seemed, well, different than the day before. As I passed by her desk, my heart sank. My purple bra and panty set that I had on yesterday and was forced to give to her the night before was sitting on the corner off her desk. My throat dried up.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally looked up.
“You look very beautiful today, Nari,” Linda complimented.
I didn’t know how to react so I said,”Thank, thank you, Linda.”
She raised her eyebrows as if to say ‘what’?
“Thank you, boss,” I replied, remembering her instruction that I call her boss or m’am.
“There’s only one problem with your outfit today, Nari,” she noted.
I looked down at my skirt and blouse. Everything seemed in order so I was unsure how to respond.
“You’re wearing a bra which means you are undoubtedly wearing panties, aren’t you?” Linda asked.
“Well, of course, m’am. I always dress this way for work,” I stammered.
“Not anymore. When you work for me, you are prohibited from wearing a bra or panties. Understand? Go to the bathroom, remove them and bring them to me before the meeting. I’ll leave them here next to your other set,” she said.
I was in shock. “Wha, what?” I managed.
“You heard me. You will no longer wear anything under your clothes. You’re a dirty slut so you will dress like one from now on,” she commanded.
I didn’t know how to respond so I did the only thing I could I walked out of her office to the bathroom, hoping that no one would see me. I entered the back stall, the one with extra room, latched the door shut behind me and exhaled. Can I really do this? Without giving much more thought to what was happening, I unbuttoned my navy blue blouse, hung it on the back of the door, slipped my bra straps over my shoulders, unclasped the front and pulled it off my breasts. Although still somewhat in shock, I noticed that my nipples hardened… and ached. Without realizing what I was doing, I cupped my breasts and tugged on my nipples, sending an electric pulse directly to my pussy. As much as I wanted to make myself cum, I didn’t have enough time. I then reached under my skirt, found the sides of my panties, pulled them down and stepped out of my scarlet thong. I couldn’t help but notice the visible stain. I was wet, very wet. I quickly slipped my blouse back on, tucked it in my skirt and left the bathroom.
Fortunately, the color of my top concealed most of my small breasts although the tips of my nipples were visible. There was nothing, however, I could do about how my tits bounced when I walked so I tried to move slowly without arousing any suspicion. I arrived at Linda’s office again and knocked. As I entered I said nothing, extending my arm towards her for the second time in two days, unclenched my fist and handed her my undergarments.
“Nice color, Nari,” she said as she brought them to her nose. “Just what I thought. You’re excited, aren’t you? During the meeting, I want you to sit where I can see those y legs. Make sure I can see up your skirt. I want to be able to imagine how wet that pussy is. Now leave.”
As I turned towards the door, Linda interrupted me,”Oh, one more thing before you go. Unbutton another button on your blouse. Everyone should be able to see those hard Asian nipples.” I did as I was told.
The meeting was in two minutes so I made my way to the conference room, passing by several colleagues who greeted me with a smile. Do they know? Can they see my nipples? Ugh.
The conference room was set up with chairs arranged in a semi circle and a small table at the front on which sat a podium that Linda would stand behind. I chose a chair in the middle of the circle, directly across from her and with the expected line of sight. As I sat, I put my hands on the sides of my skirt and lifted it a few inches higher to show more of my thighs then crossed my legs to prevent my colleagues from seeing anything as they entered the room. Although I could mask my bare pussy from the casual observer by crossing my legs, there was nothing I could do to hide my breasts, especially to those sitting next to me. If they casually looked over at me, they would easily be able to see down my blouse to my erect nipples.
The good natured chatter quieted down, as Linda entered the room. She stared at me with a disapproving look until I uncrossed my legs and parted them in a less than professional manner. I could feel the juices seeping out my vagina, as the conflicted feeling of being naughty at work set my nerve endings on fire. She grinned and began the meeting.
Thankfully, the meeting lasted only thirty minutes and I could escape back to my cubicle. After reviewing a number of the current initiatives, Linda paused, stared at me, licked her lips ever so slightly in a barely perceivable manner and concluded the meeting. As everyone filed out of the room, she asked me to stay for a minute.
“Do you have plans for tonight,” she inquired.
“Yes, I have dinner plans with my friends,” I replied.
“Well, cancel them. My husband is hosting a poker game for his college friends. They were all college athletes so it can get a bit intense. I need your help serving them drinks during the game. Arrive at 9pm and expect to stay well past midnight. I’ll text you the address. Don’t be late. And it goes without saying that you should look nice,” Linda said.
I started to protest but realized how futile that would be. “Ah, okay,” I replied and quickly left the room.
After informing my friends that I had an unexpected work commitment and would not be able to join them, I found myself looking through my closet for something to wear. Fortunately, my husband was away on business so I wouldn’t have to explain to him where I was going or why I was dressed this way. I settled on a black cocktail dress, black thigh high stockings and high heels. I wanted to avoid being chastised so I didn’t bother with a bra or panties. Although I always wear underwear, I have to admit that there was something y about having nothing on. It made me feel slightly slutty, bringing back memories of my clubbing days in San Francisco and that familiar tingly feeling between my legs.
As I drove into Linda’s subdivision and up her long windy driveway, I thought how much money does she make? The house must have been 10,000 square feet. Wow.
I pressed the doorbell and could hear the shuffling of feet making its way towards me. As the door opened, I could see Linda’s smiling face welcoming me. She looked stunning in a fire red dress that stopped several inches above her knees. There were no stockings on her 5′ 11″frame which only served to accentuate her muscular legs, chiseled through years of yoga, Pilates and running. Her stiletto heels added at least three inches to her height, making her appear like an Amazon goddess. To round out the outfit, the neckline of the dress plunged down her front, prominently displaying her ample cleavage and large, full breasts. It was clear that she was not wearing a bra, as her pink nipples poked through the fabric.
“Welcome, Nari!” she exclaimed as she fully embraced my body. “Thank you for coming tonight.” I could feel her breasts press against mine and her right hand drift gently over my ass as she ended the hug.
I followed her into an expansive kitchen where a silver serving tray sat on top of the center island. Four glasses were already filled and waiting to be delivered.
“The boys are already downstairs in the entertainment room, waiting for their drinks. I told them that you would be down in a few minutes, but before I introduce you, we have to make one change. That dress simply won’t do. I have something much better that will highlight that y Asian body,” Linda said.
She picked up a black mini dress from the counter, saying,”This is perfect for you. It goes well with your stockings and heels. The boys will absolutely love it.”
As she handed it to me, I realized that it was completely see through. “Ah, m’am, this is see through and I don’t have on any panties or a bra. I’ll be on full display.”
“Why, yes. Yes, it is. That’s the plan, Nari. How do you expect to entertain the boys if they can’t see you. Now get changed,” she said.
“Ah, okay. Where is your bathroom?” I asked.
“You don’t need the bathroom. No need to be shy, after all. Did you forget that I’ve already seen that y little body? You will strip here in front of me,” Linda directed.
I hesitated for a second but then pulled my cocktail dress up over my head and handed it to Linda. The feeling of standing completely naked, except for stockings and heels, in front of her was both embarrassing and exhilarating.
Linda stepped towards me. “Wow! You look great. Hotter than I remember.”
Her hands ran along the sides of my body and over my ass, pausing briefly to squeeze my firm cheeks, then ran back up my body and found my tits. My nipples were rock hard, longing for her touch. I gasped, as she pinched my left nipple while bringing her mouth to my right to taste me. I felt her tongue swirl around my tit, gently biting the nipple. I gasped again.
“Oh, you are ready now. That body is on fire. You like to be on display don’t you? You like when people crave that slutty body of yours. It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Linda whispered.
When I didn’t respond, she ran her hand down between my legs and felt my moisture. I was soaking wet from having to strip in front of her and from all her teasing.
“Yes, you love the attention, you slut.” she said. “Now put this dress on so I can introduce you to everyone.”
I slipped the tight fitting, shear black dress over my head and pulled it down over my hips. As I looked down the front, I realized that there was nothing left to the imagination. My erect nipples poked through the material, my pussy lips were clearly visible and the dress barely stretched below my ass cheeks.
Linda led me down the basement steps to a bright entertainment room where four well built white guys in their early 40s were absorbed in trash talk, as they decided on whether to throw more money into the pot or to fold.
“Gentlemen,” Linda announced. “May I interrupt you for a few minutes to introduce you to Nari, who will be attending to your needs tonight.”
Attending to their needs? I thought I was I serving drinks.
I carried the tray over to the table and approached the man closest to me.
Linda made the introductions. “Nari, this is Nick. Next to him is Brad, then John. And this handsome man here is my husband, Doug. They all played college hockey together and now they spend their Fridays trying to best each other in poker. Boys, this is Nari. She works for me and has graciously volunteered to work for you tonight. You will find that she will do as she is told, won’t you, Nari?”
“Yes, m’am,” I acknowledged.
They all nodded and offered me a “very nice to meet you, Nari”.
Nick, a blond haired blue eyed 6′ 2″ defenseman looked me up and down then turned to Linda and said,”When you said that you had a special surprise for us tonight, I had no idea that it would be this special. Holy shit! She is stunning. Wow!”
As I made my way around the table handing out the drinks, the guys were liberal with their hands, reaching out to cup my ass cheeks or fondle my aching tits. When I put the last drink down on the table, Brad, a dark haired brown eyed Canadian, grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap.
“Nari, let’s see if you can change my luck. I’ve been getting killed all night,” he said. “Somehow I think my luck is about to change,”
And with that he turned my head towards him, leaned in and forced his tongue into my mouth, swirling it and searching for mine. The animal like desire behind his kiss sent shock waves through my body and I opened up and let him enter. When he finally broke off the kiss, I heard Linda’s voice next.
“Let’s make this next hand more interesting. Whoever wins will spend the following hand with Nari sucking his cock,” she said.
Brad would not allow me to leave his lap, his hands roaming all over my body as he decided whether to take another card. He alternated between running his hand over the outside of my ass, pulling up my dress, and fondling my hard nipples, squeezing and pinching while the others watched hoping for a turn. I kept my legs closed tight for fear that I would leak all over him and he would know how turned on I was. His touch was getting to me more and more and I began to lose my perspective, focusing only on my body’s feeling. My squirming was becoming more evident, as the pot continued to build. No one wanted to fold and miss this opportunity.
Finally, John, the shortest of the four at 5′ 11″, said,”I call,” and threw another chip on the table.
Everyone flipped their cards over and it was Nick who yelled,”Hell, yeah. Read ’em and weep, fellas! Full house! Brad, you’re going to have to share that hottie for a while.”
Nick stood up, walked over to Brad’s seat and took my hand. “C’mon, Darling. To the victor goes the spoils. I got something for you, honey. You’re going to enjoy this,” he said.
He led me over to his chair, moved it back a foot and sat down. He then steered my body in front of his seat, pushed my shoulders down, forcing me onto my knees in front of him. He placed my right hand over the front of his jeans and using his hand to guide mine began to rub his already hard cock. As he continued to force me to stroke him, his cock expanded further. Oh my God. How big is he?, I thought.
Nick unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down and said to me,”Take it out.”
I reached into the opening of his boxer shorts searching for his manhood. I didn’t have to look long, however, as my right hand found it and gently released it from the confines of his jeans. It was massive! I could only stare at my small Asian hand wrapped around his dick. My mouth was watering at the prospect of taking it in my mouth, seeing if my lips would stretch enough to fit it all in.
“You like that cock, don’t you? You want to taste it?” he asked.
I could only nod yes, hypnotized by what was in front of me. Nick grabbed the back of my head and guided my mouth towards his beautiful cock. At this point, I had forgotten where I was or who was around me. I was transfixed by his dick. I wanted it. I needed it. And I wanted him to want me so I went to work, licking up and down the sides of his shaft, cupping his balls in his boxers. I licked his massive head, flicking my tongue over it repeatedly, wondering if I could take it all. Then I opened wide and swallowed as much as I could. I was only able to get slightly more than half of his 8 inches in my throat before gagging. The saliva from my gag reflex lubricated his stiff cock so I wrapped both hands around his shaft and began pumping up and down while swallowing the top. With my tongue on the underside of his cock and my hands working his thick shaft, I was having the desired effect.
In no time, Nick was moaning. “Ah, shit. Oh, fuck. That’s good. Keep going. More! Right there! Just like that!”
As he was about to cum, he grabbed the back of my head and forced his entire length into my throat.
“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he yelled.
Spurts of thick, hot, white cum exploded down my throat. There was so much that I wasn’t sure that I could keep up with it all. As I pulled my mouth off his cock, cum dripped out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I used my index finger to stop it from hitting the floor, scooping it back up into my mouth. I wanted to savor every delicious salty drop.
As my surroundings began to come back into focus, I saw Linda out of the corner of my eye, sitting on the dark leather couch. She was staring at me with a glazed look on her face. Her heels were on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide. Her right hand was in her panties, rubbing her pussy. She seemed to regain enough focus to speak.
“Nari, come here. I need your tongue. Crawl to me,” she instructed.
I began slowly crawling across the carpet, ass high in the air for everyone to see. My dress had slipped over my ass leaving it bare. I didn’t want to adjust the dress because I wanted the attention, wanted the men staring at my ass and pussy lips. I wanted them to desire me, to wonder what it would be like to fuck me, to use me, to treat me like a piece of meat. Linda never stopped rubbing herself, rather her motion became more urgent. As I approached, she looked at me with pure lust.
“Finish me off,” she demanded.
Linda pulled her thong to the side, exposing her wet, pink pussy. She was mostly shaved but did leave a patch on blond hair above her clit that made it all the more erotic. The guys stared in disbelief at what was unfolding in front of them. She guided my face between her legs. I knew what was expected. My tongue concentrated on her clit because I knew that she was far along, having spent several minutes watching me suck Nick and touching herself. For all her dominance over me, it was clear that she desired me greatly. You could see it in her eyes.
As I licked, Linda pulled her tits out of her dress. They were big enough that she could put her nipples in her mouth so she did, alternating sucking first her right then her left nipple. Her long, slender fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples when they weren’t in her mouth. I slipped my middle finger into her well lubricated hole then added another finger, all the while never taking my tongue off her clit. The combination of her stimulating her long pink nipples, my finger her and licking her button was too much for her.
“Yes, oh my God! Yes! That’s so good! Don’t stop! Lick my pussy, you slut! Fuck! I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop! Fuck! Yes! I’m cumming! Ahhhhhhh….”.
Linda’s body spasmed, her back arched and then she went limp, trying to catch her breath.
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