“And how would you like to show me your inferiority, Kath?” Theresa’s voice dripped with satisfaction at seeing her rival brought low.
Servant of Her Silken Thighs
by Mia Sumner
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Log in as a supporter“This is a much better use for your tongue, don’t you think, Kathy?” Theresa mocked, her fingers clawed into Kathy’s scalp, yanking her head back temporarily so she could look at into the eyes of the prize between her legs. “No more snide remarks about my lifestyle or abilities, just lick, lick, lick. Better hurry, though, I have a meeting in 20 minutes!”
From the corner of her eye, Kathy saw the midday sun glinting off the skyscrapers visible through Theresa’s new panoramic window. Kathy’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the otherwise silent office. Theresa leaned back in her opulent, leather office chair, legs spread obscenely wide, her hand casually stroking the mound above her glistening pussy, a sickening counterpoint to the slick wetness spreading between Kathy’s own legs. Disgust warred with a shameful flicker of arousal inside her.
The air was thick with Theresa’s expensive perfume and the musky scent of her excitement. Kathy’s face flushed red, but her tongue kept up it’s steady strokes on her former rival’s pussy. What choice did she really have with Theresa now appointed Vice President of the Division? Her job hung by a thread. Her department had already been gutted, it would be so easy for Theresa to eliminate her position entirely now. And her plan had gone so badly wrong. The two of them had butted heads for years, a professional rivalry that had taken a personal tone, and now Theresa could deal the final blow.
Kathy’s plan, hatched in the dead of night, fueled by desperation and wine, seemed laughably naive to her now. Putting on her most provocative dress and wearing a little too much makeup, Kathy had cornered Theresa in her office after a late-night board meeting.
“The truth is, I’ve admired you for so long, Theresa,” she purred, her hand trembling as she reached out to stroke Theresa’s arm. Theresa hadn’t recoiled, instead a slow smile spread across her face. Kathy smirked inwardly at the thought the openly lesbian Theresa was falling for this. Once the board found out about this, they would have to get rid of her, surely?
Licking her lips nervously, Kathy began to slowly remove her dress, giving Theresa little flashes of skin as she did. Flushed with embarrassment, she didn’t look directly at the woman, but she could feel the Theresa’s eyes on her like a physical touch. It was only when she was standing there naked in Theresa’s office that she finally looked up, expecting to see Theresa captivated and instead finding herself face to face with a cellphone.
“Keep going Kathy,” Theresa’s smile grew broader, now resembling a predator spotting its prey. “Show me that you know I’ve won.”
Kathy froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her brain screamed at her to cover herself, but it was already too late for that. Even if she stopped and left, Theresa already had video of her stripping. Her stomach lurched as the foolishness of her plan came into sharp, ice-cold, focus. Theresa raised her eyebrows, just waiting as Kathy’s brain whirled trying to think of a way, any way out. There was none.
“You’ve won, Theresa,” Kathy murmured as she sank to her knees, her defeat, and humiliation all captured on that monstrous phone. If this video ever got out, even if Theresa was fired, Kathy would be too and beyond the shame of people seeing it, the damage to her reputation would make it impossible to get a similar job again.
“And how would you like to show me your inferiority, Kath?” Theresa’s voice dripped with satisfaction at seeing her rival brought low.
“Please may I lick you, Theresa?” Kathy choked on the words, but she was trapped by her own plan with no way out. Theresa’s laugh and nod sent shivers through her body.
She had briefly hoped that having humiliated her, Theresa would move on, instead Theresa made it clear she expected this service every day at work.
So here she was, back on her knees, tongue lapping Theresa’s pussy. Doing everything her rival wanted and desperately hoping she could complete her task before someone else walked in. Kathy’s tongue slid over Theresa’s swollen clit. Theresa tasted sharp, musky and undeniably potent. Kathy’s stomach churned, but she forced herself to focus and to obey. Theresa’s fingers tightened in her hair, a silent command. Kathy felt the heat building between her legs as her body betrayed her.
“A little lower, Kath.” Theresa instructed, her voice a low purr. “No, lower. I want to feel your breath on my asshole. I want your tongue where it truly belongs.”
Shame burned anew, but Kathy’s tongue slid lower, parting the soft folds of Theresa’s ass cheeks and probing against the rose of her anus. The smell was earthy and musky, a primal scent that both repulsed and intrigued her. To be reduced to this, it was almost unbearable, and yet she had maybe fifteen minutes before someone walked in.
“Ohhh, you’re a natural at that.” Theresa moaned her, hips bucking against Kathy’s mouth, a silent command. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends. They’ll adore you… and they’ll know exactly what you’re good for”
Kathy’s world tilted. The thought of performing like this for others, of being passed around like a plaything, sent a wave of nausea through her. But as she looked up at Theresa’s face, flushed with pleasure and power, a chilling realization dawned on her. This wasn’t just about humiliation. This was about control. And Theresa wasn’t going to let her go any time soon. At the same time, the wetness of her thighs spoke to another truth.
After the flash
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