Bottoming in My Boss Chair

Published on Dec 9, 2023

Lesbian

bottoming in my boss's chair part three by sutreaux (ig @sutreaux)


Where part two left off:

She held me there, tenderly and insistently, as my orgasm started to wane. I say started to wane, because she didn't let me come down very far before more actively playing in my cunt.

I was coming down, but still way sensitive, too sensitive, and needed another minute to recover. When I was almost cogent again, I said, "Damn fuck wow, okay, hold on. Pause." Carmen's fingers stilled in me and I took a breath. "Okay, gosh. Thank you. You don't need to stop, just don't start escalating again for like, one second."

Carmen grinned at me, but her fingers didn't start moving again. "I love a bossy bottom. You're going to be so especially delightful to break in. Just tell me when you need to stop."


I was in over my head, in such a good way. With my lover's dildo in my ass and my boss's fingers in my cunt, I was just barely rocking myself onto and off of them, forward and backward, rolling my hips up and down almost imperceptibly. I had come so hard, all of a sudden, and my boss, who I'd realized was also my lover's top, or something, had watched. More than watched. Slid her fingers into me and basically narrated the experience of feeling my orgasm inside my cunt. I was slumped over her desk, but not for long.

I heard a zipper slide behind me. Carmen's fingers inside me rotated, and her other hand found the back of my neck. "Up now slut." Both of her hands started gently but deliberately pulling me up and back, and I scrambled to get my free hand under my shoulders, pushing myself up. "Don't worry, you won't have to be on your feet for long. All good?" As I found my way to vertical, she paused and looked into my eyes.

I'm sure I was bleary, blissed out and grinning like an idiot. "So good. Wow."

"Good." She turned to the phone, still in my hand, still showing AJ, no less intent and biting their lip -- pretty hard from the look of it.

Carmen pulled me backwards a step, then sat down in the chair I'd recently been stuck to (literally). She was pulling me back and down, onto her lap. I turned and saw she was strapped. Her dildo was a gorgeous color, like a deep teal, matte not shiny, about 5 inches, maybe 5 and a half, and not designed to look like a bio-dick. My fave.

Aesthetics aside, she already had me wrapped around her fingers (again, literally). She timed her withdrawal pretty perfectly so my cunt was empty for less than a second when I felt her dick nudging at the entrance. But that's where she stopped, holding me up with her hands wrapped around my hips.

I whined, feeling so empty, still needy for something to clench around.

"Gods damn you've done so well with this one, AJ. You know how I love em greedy and insatiable."

"Thank you sir. I do love pleasing you."

I still didn't get their relationship, though the power dynamic was obvious. I didn't much care at that moment though. I was fully focused on my need for more dick, on my need to be filled. I tried to sit down on it, but Carmen slid the chair back an inch and I would've fallen on my ass if she hadn't had a good grip on my hips.

"Eh eh. Impatient sluts don't get dick." With one hand still on my hip, she pulled away the other and smacked the lower crest of my ass cheek where it meets my hip. It stung and I jumped, clenching my ass to hold that dick in place. "Impatient sluts get spanks. Now apologize and ask me to let you make it up to me."

My fury burned but my desire burned hotter. I had played a version of this script enough before that I knew what to do, and I wasn't going to delay my reward any longer by half-assing it. "Please sir." I wasn't sure I was supposed to call her sir, but she didn't stop me, and it just came out like that. "I'm such a needy impatient slut, and I never should've tried to have your dick before you gave it to me. I just needed it so badly. I do need it so badly. Please let me make it up to you sir. I'll be so good on your dick. You know I will. I'll give you my cunt so good and you can use it and come inside me and it will feel so good for you. Please let me show you how sorry I am."

On the phone screen, AJ had raised an eyebrow and then started smirking. "I told you she'd be good."

"Ahahaha you sure did."

I was whining and trying to hold my hips still in Carmen's hands but also sit down on the dildo that was so close to filling me. I could feel the head start to slip easily against my pussy lips, over my clit, back down to almost dipping inside me, coated so quickly by how wet I was. My quads are pretty strong, but they were shaking from the exertion so soon after my orgasm. I let Carmen take most of my weight, surprised at how easily she held me. I'd always recognized the muscles under her smooth, wide upper arms and wondered what it felt like to be held by them. Apparently it's fucking secure.

Her strength, and my knees of jello, meant she also controlled the speed of me taking her dick inside me. And she made me wait. Patience is a thing, I guess. The length of it was almost too much, and even though I hate to admit it, I needed the slowness. Finally I was basically seated on her thick lap, breathing so heavily my voice fluttered as I exhaled.

"Hush, babe. This is a workplace after all, wouldn't want to disturb the workers."

It was rich coming from her, who seemed to take great pleasure in finding ways of getting other people to slack off with her. I hoped the office was still empty -- especially when her fingers reached around my thigh and flicked softly over my clit, drawing a yelp out of me. The zipper of her pants bit into the fat of my ass, in such a delicious way, like weaving our bodies together even tighter. I was so full of dick, and still over-sensitized from my bent-over-my-boss's-desk orgasm. But Carmen was good, and played me expertly, dragging her thumb over my pussy lips, rocking her fingers into the tender spots on either side of my clit, pushing steadily into my hip joint to bring me down when the sensation got to be too much. As my reaction ramped up, and I began rocking on her dick, she stretched out her hand -- I'd noticed many times before how big her hands were -- and rested the crotch of her thumb around the shaft of the dick, her thumb on my clit, her fingers reaching down to play with herself.

She started thrusting up into me, burying the dicks deeper in me as she got into her groove. I was still sensitive to every little move she made, but had given up reacting to it. I was just riding the waves of stimulation, alternating between waves of heat, shivers, white-hot stars in my bloodstream, and somehow remembering to breathe. She seemed to notice -- and savor -- everything moving through me, sometimes adjusting the motion of her thrusts to draw me even tighter. I think I tried to keep up with her thrusting pace for awhile at least, but eventually she lifted her free hand and cupped it around my throat, loosely enough to be safe, firmly enough that she could use it to hold me down on her dick and she pounded up into me.

I was pant-yelling by that point, feeling my throat tense in her grip. Her pace was what could only be described as a gallop, racing towards her orgasm. I felt it finally explode, how her hips went nearly still, as deep inside me as she could get, pulsing just slightly up and down, her hand tightening on my throat and crushing me down onto her dick, her thumb still and heavy on my clit, her teeth suddenly clamped on my shoulder.

I love love love it when a top comes inside me, and her orgasm pushed me over another crest, though I'm not really sure I'd ever stopped coming the first time. Either way I lost it, everything released, and I ejaculated hard, waves of my orgasm tearing through me, and soaking the crotch of her pants. She had the wherewithal to clamp her hand over my mouth, smothering at least some of my sobbing screaming laughing. I'm not sure how long my disintegration went on, but eventually I came back to consciousness sucking and tonguing on her fingers like they were my one remaining connection with Earth.

My head had fallen back on her shoulder, and her teeth had let go of their hold. She nipped gently at my neck and earlobe, making me shiver and then spasm again, more of my cum flowing over the base of the dick, down my ass crack, all over her pants. She laughed, but didn't do it again, instead running her fingers up and down the sides of my torso, over my collarbones, between my breasts, over my stomach. It was such a lovely way to come down, and I rested there awhile, until I couldn't ignore my bladder any longer. She even helped me up, smoothed my hair and clothes to look mostly normal, and walked next to me while I basically stumbled to the bathroom -- the place where all of this had started.

I was kind of surprised by her chivalry, I'd always experienced her as kind of cocky and standoffish. I was even more surprised when she led me back to her office, gave me a glass of water, sat us both down on the couch and pulled me to lean against her. It felt weird and so good while I enjoyed the afterglow. We were mostly quiet, but checked in a little bit and did our best to affirm how downright amazing and mind blowing and delicious that was for each of us. Finally she shifted around, kissed me deeply, and I tasted cunt on her lips -- she must've licked her fingers when I was dazed out.

As she stood up, she said, "I gotta go, babe. Thank you again. Lounge here as long as you want, though Cindy will come in at some point to check for trash. Try not to let more of your coworkers catch you fucking yourself today, eh?"

I rolled my eyes, mostly at the idea that I could handle any more orgasms today, but didn't dignify her with a response.

She handed me a strip of paper, suddenly kind of sheepish. "Well, you know, that's my address. I'll be there on Sunday, at like, 1:30? If you want to come by."

I grinned back at her devilishly. "You need that long to recover before you can handle me again, eh?"

Carmen grinned back at me and I watched her ass intently as she walked away, turning her head to say, "Yeah yeah yeah... Good luck with the walking, slut."

I managed to get out the last word before she closed the door -- "Rest up, buttercup."


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