“‘They talk about your looks so much that some of them called their friends to comment with an added extra. Do you know that the colleague you are sitting with called his buddy who just happens to be working ten miles away to come by for a visit and take a look? Of course he came by and just kept staring, so they had a hard time making him go back to work.’

“That did sound familiar and like nothing strange, since I was indeed getting attention and lustful looks from my colleagues, but until now I wasn’t aware of the reaction from that particular event.

“Isabel also told me that she noticed how some of our younger colleagues, after talking to me in my office where I would hand out orders, went behind garages to jerk off. They mentioned how excited they were numerous times. They said I was a strict but fair boss, also demanding but they were ready to do anything, even swallow my curses and insults just to please me because I excited them so much.

“‘Alice, I heard with my own two ears,’ Isabel said, “that older colleagues kept nagging the younger ones. Every time they saw them walking out of your office the older colleagues told the younger ones to go and jerk off first, and then to get to work.’

“At that moment, John came back with the hot barbecue. We ate with fervor since the meat was perfectly prepared. ‘That was chosen just for you,’ said the host. ‘I told them to take the best meat they had, since it was for a special guest.’ After such a good dinner I felt full and thought I was going to burst. After cold beers and a fresh salad I was totally content. That’s what I told my hosts. I could see that they were both pleased when I complimented them.

“‘I could easily lie down and sleep,’ I said, touching my flat stomach. They offered for me to lie down on their comfortable couch. I kept listening to their stories as they continued to fool around. I sipped at my drink slowly and started to enjoy myself, and I decided to turn them on a little bit for fun. I looked seductively at John, watching if he was getting aroused, but I didn’t notice any sign of it. I wasn’t taught that someone could look at me all the time, admire my curves and not get a hard on.

I started to lazily go through my hair with my fingers, and listened to the conversation.

“Then I relaxed on one side of the couch, turning my pelvis towards John. The leg that was crossed was moving up and down asking them what they thought about my sandals. Just by ‘accident,’ I moved the pleated part of my skirt just a little and showed some more of my naked thighs. At that moment, their cat walked in. I don’t like cats, but I lifted myself up to pet her, giving them another round of pleasure.

“The cat was lying on the floor. I went to her. Standing on my high heels, I bent towards the cat not bending my knees. The muscles on my legs were stretched like a wire. The high heel of my sandal lifted up my calves and tightened my thighs, making my ass hard as a rock. The more I bent down, the more the back part of my skirted lifted.

“I was well aware that I was showing them my back side. The skirted lifted up completely, showing off my ass. I knew they were both looking at me. The string from my thong was lodged deep between my ass cheeks and it looked like I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I bent down even more, to pet the cat so the skirt was all the way up.

“They could clearly see the little triangle of red silk cloth covered with white pearls between my ass cheeks, as well as the narrow strips of my thong around my hips. I turned to face John and Isabel to compliment their cat, when I noticed them both looking at what someone could only dream about. I bent down to the max again and patted the animal for a long time saying to her how sweet she was, not caring at all that the hosts could see my nakedness.

“In fact I was very pleased. Then the cat got up and went her merry way somewhere into the yard. I started to walk around their living room with seductive moves looking at various objects in the glass case and the pictures hanging on their walls.

“I knew they were swallowing me with their eyes, if they could see anything at all, because I thought John at least was completely blinded from the previous events. That could have been seen only by looking at divas on TV or certain magazines.

“After my walk I went back to the towel carefully fixed by John. I waited patiently for what would come next. There was a silence so I asked them what had got them so confused.

“‘That husband of yours doesn’t have it easy,’ Isabel said. ‘How does he keep up with you? Can he fulfill all of your demands and wishes? Tell us about that.’

“‘Seriously, people! What has gotten you so horny? I am not superman. Why does he have it hard? He has to serve me and meet with all of my demands. I don’t need to tell him anything or make him do anything. He does all the chores; he takes care of my looks. He watches over me. Everyone knows he cleans, washes, irons, cooks, pleases me. And what does he get from me in return — nothing.

“No matter how hard he tries to be obedient he gets nothing, only the hope that I will let him enjoy my charms one day. I enjoy torturing and yelling at him. Sometimes I let him see me naked or wash my feet. When I’m in a good mood, I allow him to jerk off in front of me looking at my body. I used to let him kiss my feet, lick my soles, nibble my heels, suck at my toes which used to bring him into a state of frenzy.

“When we had guests in the house I used to fool around a bit and come over to him touching him and pretending to kiss him, but instead I was spitting in his mouth, and watched him swallow my spit afterwards. Before I turned him into my slave, I let him massage me, scratch my head, lick my pussy and ass until his tongue went numb. Surprisingly, those licking sessions used to last a few hours.

“I started that treatment as soon as I showered in the evening. While I was in the bathroom he would make the sofa ready to go to sleep. He had to place the little table next to the sofa, so close that I could reach it when I lay down. Then on top of it he would serve me various snacks, cookies, juice or beer, remote control, and the phone. That table had to have my cigarettes, a cigarette tip, lighter and an ashtray. When he was finished making up the bed and bringing all of the treats, I would then lie down.

“He would turn on the bedside lamp and turned off the main light. While I would watch my favorite TV shows he had to massage me all over my body. When I would get bored with the massage I would raise up my ass a little bit and order him to take off my panties. Then he would cover me up nicely and I would give him a sign to place his head under my pussy and start licking.

“While I would watch a movie covered up and warm he would lick me and enjoy himself. Very often during his licking I would read a newspaper or a book. At one time I liked to solve crossword puzzles while he would kiss and lick me between my legs. I would smoke, drink my juice, eat chocolate, and nibble some chips or salt sticks. When I was in the mood, I asked him to lick me for a few hours.

“We would usually start at 10 or 11 p.m., and finish at 2 or 3 a.m. I demanded the licking to be slow and gentle. He licked every inch of my ass and pussy. He massaged me between my legs with his lips and tongue. I am positive that he kissed my ass or pussy about a few thousand times. While I was lying there relaxed, I wanted him to kiss me very, very gently and lick my clit. After a longer period of him slowly licking me I felt his warm breath turning me on.

“Every nerve in my body was shivering under his tongue. And so after an hour or an hour and a half, my whole energy accumulated in the lower part of my stomach. As I was closer to cumming, I felt my hands and legs tremble. My stomach would convulse and shiver from passion. Then I would gently grab the back of his neck, put his mouth on my trembling pussy and ordered him to lick me faster. From all the emotions, running like a current through my body, I started to move and ram myself on his tongue with all the strength I had left.