Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 16:59:52 +0100 From: Tantala Ray Subject: Anne working Overtime 12 AWO12. -- First assignment tanrayb@hotmail.com Amazing!! That was the only suitable word Anne could think of after having been through the new facilities in the impressive Wesner building. The reconstructions to meet Jean's requirements had been done in record time. Actually the estate administration had had a contractor at their beck and call for these kinds of client requests, and they had been rushed in from day one after Jean signed the contract. Modern business; swift and secure, exactly according to specifications! Jean still didn't have the kind of money required to complete the entire section the way she wanted, but what had been done, had been done properly. That was her lady, all right! "Sure it's a bit risky to make such a substantial investment so early on in our `career', but I really believe that establishing a fashionable -- even a little glamorous -- head quarter with a highly professional and classy front is the best way to get to the right kind of clients. The kind we want!" She smiled proudly. "The word about our services is of course spreading best through our highly unofficial channels, but it's actually quite an important point to be able to receive potential clients in such a kind of relaxed and confidence- inspiring environment. In a serious business- like environment where a client really can feel like a client. That creates the kind of reliability that we'll need to stay on over time." Certainly a logical step in Jean's plans. They had been through everything from the entrance room, with the front desk and the corner section that should serve as a kind of waiting room, to the department with separate rooms in the back, including the promised demonstration room that would be Anne's domain. A lot of impressions; a lot of equipment, styles and arrangements. An excellent place to make the most of ones sensual creativity. Anne had started her planning as they were still looking around! Jean, Carol and Pam already had their offices set up; name plates on the doors and everything. Anne was thrilled to see that even she and Deb had their own desks further down the corridor. And then there was another one right behind the front desk, with a nameplate saying `hostess'. When asked about this, Jean told her that she had in fact employed a new, young girl to fill this role. She would be administering the front desk, and helping out on a lot of practical things that needed to be done on a regular basis. This way the rest of the staff, including Deb, would be able to focus more on the contact with the clients. And there were still a lot of things to deal with up in Mayo as well. Ann was quite curious to see what kind of person Jean had found for this job. Even though she was not supposed to get involved in the more intimate parts of the activities, she would still have to be quite liberal and understanding about what would be going on. Not exactly a secretary job like any other... She met the young girl later that afternoon when Jean took her through what she called the guest quarters. It was a totally separate part with 5 rooms which looked like high standard hotel rooms with bed, bathroom and a corner section. It could be used for lodging guests for the night, or for service girls that needed to be ready on short notice. The hostess, a lovely blond girl named Alison, also had the responsibility to keep these rooms in order when she was not manning the front desk. Alison was 21, and as such a little older than the regular service girls. A silent, enigmatically smiling little darling. She had dropped out of her studies, and had started looking for a job. She had been in contact with Jean's business for a while already, but never had the nerve to make the full step into the service girl program. Although the submissive fantasies had a strong appeal to her - especially with these awesome ladies - she didn't know if she would like it in real life; - which of course was fair enough! "So, I felt that these rooms could come in very handy when the business grows and we -- hopefully -- get really busy. The rooms are perfect for a beck and call- kind of service. We shouldn't forget the simple things behind it all. You obviously cannot control your feelings at all times. Suddenly a busy lady gets horny. She picks up the phone and asks for a service girl to help her out. And then we should be able to be there within minutes! Full turn- out!!" The last comment was followed by her typical, almost girlish giggle that was so contradictory to her normal aura of authority. "Anybody who would like to, and has the opportunity, can come to stay here when it is convenient for service activities." She suddenly stopped and turned against Anne with her eyes drilling into hers; "Why don't you give it a try with your upcoming first assignment? I guarantee you; it's cool!!" Anne was woken at 8.30 the next morning. She had just a couple of minutes to stretch and yawn in her wonderful warm bed before the charming hostess from yesterday showed up with soap and towel and asked her to come with her to the shower. She was guided in, and left to wash and clean properly for the duties of the day. Afterwards the girl dried and perfumed her, and put on a very discreet make-up, hardly noticeable compared to her natural beauty. Then she was asked to put on a light grey shirt and red shorts. A completely new experience to Anne. But definitely something she was ready to take on as a habit! Almost like having a service girl of her own. After that, they went together up to Jean's door and the girl knocked. When Jean answered, she opened and gently pushed Anne inside. Jean sat behind her new and far more impressive desk in her daytime white, doctor- like outfit, and got up to kiss her and grab both her hands. "Good morning dear, you look absolutely ravishing! Welcome to the first day in your new life!!" she sang with a broad smile. Anne suddenly felt some of her earlier shyness creep in on her, and had to struggle to look back at her with appropriate confidence. This really was the first day of her `new' life, and now was the time to go out and deliver the goods! All what she had trained for so long! "Like we discussed yesterday," Jean started, "your first lady's already waiting, and we have plenty of other women asking for our services, so you will be off for duty as soon as, and as often as you like." "Just remember, they don't know that you're completely fresh from the program, and will expect you to perform like any of our other girls. They will love you as a new, fresh server, and when they find out how good you are, they'll definitely continue to love you!" Jean sat down behind her desk again. "And remember, many of them will also think that you've experienced the slave training we discussed on a daily basis, and that you've been suffering appropriately. That's that additional kick I told you about, that we create for those of our clients who we think like the idea." Jean bent over and looked into Anne's eyes. "Your first lady, Ms. Kyle is such a woman. Very wealthy, influential and respected. But she's quite the twisted one. You know her from the training program, where she was a guest at a few occasions when you were going through the last `romantic' training sessions. If what you've told me is right, though, you're gonna just love this! A flying start to your new career!" Jean laughed and locked her grey- green eyes with Anne's. Anne could do nothing but smile as well, although she felt a little bit moved by the significance of the moment. Her very first step into the field. The real world out there! Jean opened her brown leather folder, looked up some papers, and put on her new reading glasses. "Now, for the details..." Anne could just peer with her eyes in the beginning as she stood in Ms. Kyle's bright, elegant office. A light green carpet and high palm trees along the walls elegantly matched the furniture and the shining mahogany desk. The windows went all the way down to the floor, and were covered with bright satin curtains that silently moved with the outside autumn breeze. The door was quietly shut behind her, and Anne followed Jean's instructions carefully, coming a few steps forward before falling to her knees and bowing her head. The legendary Ms. Kyle rose and came around the desk with elegant high- heeled steps. Anne remembered her in a flash. A round, beautiful, but quite stern looking face, big curly brown -- almost golden -- hair, and a tall, almost muscular looking body. She wore a dark brown, grey striped business suit, with grey stockings and very dark red shoes. The same as the colour of the frames of her glasses. To Anne she looked awesome. A lady in her best years. Rich, powerful and confident. And ready to get what she wanted... exactly when she wanted it. She stopped right in front of the kneeling figure, took her cigarette from her lips with well- manicured fingers and lifted the girl's face up with a light touch under her cheek. "Feeling uncomfortable today darling?" she purred softly. "Yes Ms. Kyle" Anne whispered and gazed back into the dark, grey eyes. "Good" the lady smiled and dug her hands into her hair. With a persistent tug she pulled Anne back up on her feet, and then slapped her face with a stinging palm. "The service required today will be a most pleasant one, and you will have plenty of time to recover. Come with me this way please." She pointed to her desk. Together they went around the desk. Ms. Kyle put her cigarette in the ashtray and asked Anne to sit down in the executive chair, while she herself sat comfortably up on the edge of the desk. "I know we have met only a few times, and quite briefly" she started out as Anne sunk down into the chair with quite a surprised expression on her face. She took the cigarette again. "I insist that you call me Rowena. I don't want any of that Mistress- crap, although I expect you to follow my instructions to the letter." Her skirt slid quite high up her right thigh. "I want us to be friends the way it is, and thus behave like friends. Actually I'm hoping we could get along to see each other on a more regular basis... eventually. I have great expectations!" "Now, I will unlock your hands. You'll just keep your neck- collar on in case you should get any ideas." Ms. Kyle produced a small key from her drawer, rose, and quickly opened the tight cuffs around her wrists. Anne gratefully started to rub her arms, and looked up at Ms. Kyle. "Thank you Rowena," she whispered placidly, almost forgetting to leave out the obligatory "mistress". Ms. Kyle put the key down at the desk, and hiked the skirt up around her waist. A set of beautiful white panties came into view. She moved a little closer to Anne. "Now remove my panties," she ordered, slightly languorously. Anne could even hear a slight touch of excitement in her voice. Resolutely she raised her hands, and in one stroke slid the silky material down her thighs to the knees. She slid out of the chair and down to the floor to further sweep them down along her calves. Ms. Kyle elegantly lifted one leg at the time, stepping out of the white rings on the floor. As Anne looked up, she saw right up into a pink and already moist cleft, luxuriating under a tight bush of dark curly hair. Above, she met the smiling eyes. As she picked up the lacy garment and pressed it to her face to inhale deeply, the smile got broader, and the cigarette in the hand started trembling lightly. After another deep inhalation, and a short moment of total silence, Ms. Kyle impetuously urged the girl back on her feet again. She was then told to lie down on her back on a kind of upholstered and wheeled bench hidden inside the desk cavity. As she did so, she discovered the familiar removable mid- section of the woman's seat. Of course!! It was one of Jean's designer chairs! She hadn't explicitly said so during the briefing, but all of a sudden there was no doubt what she was in for! Ms. Kyle graciously removed the mid- section and encouraged her to place her head onto the soft pad right under the opening and try to make herself comfortable. When Anne was in position on the bench, Ms. Kyle put the key back in the drawer, and produced the same kind of red, rounded plush tissue they used back at the institute. Smiling reassuringly she bent down and placed the tissue in a ring around Anne's upturned face at the side of the chair opening. Then she reached for a set of standard breathing tubes from a small bag in the armrest. Anne had to give a little groan of pain as Ms. Kyle quite insensitively pressed the end- piece up into her nose, and secured them with small clips. A last manoeuvre was to reach for an air pump ball in the other armrest and pump it a few strokes. Anne's face came a little higher up into the opening for each pump. The design of this chair was a little bit different from the ones back at the institute; somewhat simplified, or rather more adapted to a regular office arrangement. She kept forgetting that the equipment back at the institute was for training purposes only, and that this probably was more like the standard she could expect to see out in the field. "Now let's enjoy our working day together" Ms. Kyle smiled. She stepped with one leg over Anne's body, and moved slightly backwards while she held the skirt up around her waist. Then she slowly started lowering herself. Anne stared right up into the lady's mighty behind. Slowly it came lower, and as Ms. Kyle bent forward, the whole, breathtaking scenery opened to her. As usual Anne got so hot that she felt she would explode! It rushed through her like a tidal wave. The lady's butt was as big and hot as any she'd ever had on her face before. Almost comparable to that of dear Carol! Wonderfully tanned skin shaping impressive butt cheeks to a perfect display of raw femininity. Greedy and full pussy lips opening gradually as she bent to display a moist and wonderfully pink, horny interior. And a butt hole so soft, spotless and inviting that she could give her right arm to be allowed to sink her tongue the full length into the depths of it! How could anything be so mind- blowing wonderful?!? She was more certain than ever that this was her place in life. Her place forever!! Then the broad tail came all the way down and covered her face completely. She felt the pussy lips slip apart over her mouth, and her nose press against the soft anal ring. Ms. Kyle adjusted her beautiful ass a little to get Anne's face thoroughly buried in her loins. Then she again gave some pumps on the ball to increase the pressure to her right comfort as she arranged her skirt prudently over her lap. Carefully she drove the chair and the wheeled bench into the desk cavity and adjusted the back- angle of her chair until she apparently found the best position to resume her work. Lustfully she groaned and wiggled a little on the face under her. Then she gave her instructions. "This will be a long day Anne, so I expect you to keep me happy and comfortable. I prefer long and slow tongue strokes with casual, light titillation of my clit. When we are alone, you may use your hands to comfort my behind and thighs. And I have to warn you not to make a sound when somebody is here!" Anne tried to nod, but failed quite understandably. Ms. Kyle still felt, and understood the response though. "Oh, and one more thing! Just to make things straight to you; I do not intend to be disturbed in my work or the discussions with our clients by having to visit the toilet, if you know what I mean." Anne knew. Burster... Ms. Kyle instructed her secretary on the intercom that she was ready to receive the visitors when they arrived, then softly told Anne; "Have a nice time, dear, and please let me know if there are any problems." Then she started her paperwork and lit another cigarette. Breathing through the thin plastic pipes was surprisingly easy this time too. As the initial sting in her nose subsided somewhat, she felt quite comfortable, and could concentrate on enjoying the fantastic experience of Ms. Kyle's womanhood. She felt the great woman's entire being press against her face. When she slowly and carefully started using her tongue, it didn't take long until she sensed the first tensed shivers in spine and buttocks. The pussy pressed to her face started leaking quite heavily, and the sweet fluids very soon filled her mouth. She found a rhythm of long, soft strokes into the love channel without using the full capacity of her tongue. Not yet. Occasional slightly tensed movements that painfully squeezed and mashed her face and nose told her that the treatment was not without effect. The visitors were announced about half an hour late, and were showed in to Ms. Kyle's office. As Anne anticipated, her mistress did not rise to salute her guests, but shook their hands from her position behind the desk. "Please be seated, and let's get on with the report" Anne could hear her mistress telling her three female partners. Anne worked patiently in and out of the moist love channel with her skilled tongue. Suddenly she felt a short, sharp squirt into her mouth. It immediately filled, and Anne swallowed resolutely. As her mistress felt the duty performed as expected, a second, much larger one followed the first shot, and Anne had no big problems in handling that one either. Then she felt the body relax completely over her, and a powerful flow flushed violently down her throat, and made her gulp away for all she was worth. She herd Rowena moan over her, and felt the pulsating pussy press even harder down on her gaping mouth. Rowena tried to meet the eyes of her discussion partners on the other side of the table, and to maintain her strict business- like appearance as she let her golden flow flush down into the open mouth. For a moment she was afraid that the hissing sound could be heard, but her muffed slave darling damped it down to nothing. As a gesture of gratitude, she contracted her loins even more, to increase the power of the golden jet. She obviously could rely on Anne's skills to such an extent that she could use her services without any restrictions posed by sharp- minded visitors. Just like she'd been told. Excellent! Anne was in for a long period of duty for her with those qualities, no doubt about that! Drained totally for now, she could finally relax, and settle for a renewed lazy tongue- thrusting ride as the conference went on just like nothing had happened. And to her distinguished guests, nothing had! Waves of pleasure heated her body as the tongue slowly and softly slid in and out, occasionally rotating and twirling to work the outer pussy lips as well. Her clitoris was hard like a rock, and each time the skilled tongue flipped over it, she really had to control herself not to let out a moan, or show off small convulsions. A hard life! With Rowena slowly building up to a new titanic orgasm, the conference came to an end, and the guests made short final remarks before leaving the room. Rowena this time felt she had to rise and shake hands, so she reluctantly came to her feet, knowing her skirt would instantly fall down and cover everything, and the soaked face in the chair remain unseen behind the desk. She felt the cold air against her, and longed for the moment she could sit back again where her butt should be! As the door shut behind the guests, Rowena went to an elegant mahogany closet at the wall. From there she took out a soft towel, and dried herself with skilled hands. Then she returned to her desk. As she smiled down to Anne, she replaced the already moist red plush silk napkin around her face with a new one. "Enjoying?" she asked, smiling even broader as she carefully pushed the napkin into the crevice around the head. Anne met her eyes with deep devotion and gave her a beaming smile in return. "I love you!" she whispered imperceptibly as Rowena dried her face with another napkin. "I know," the executive answered as she again stepped over the length of Anne's body and quickly hoisted her skirt. Again the broad rump slowly came down on the seat and pressed down on her. The buttocks softly spread on each side of her, and slid down to close completely around her face. Again her nose pressed up against the soft opening of the dark anal opening, and her mouth was pressed up against the juicy pussy, which immediately slipped open in order to accept the inward push of her powerful tongue. The drying of the worked up pussy had lasted just long enough for her mistress to sit down, and now a mere gush of sweet excitement fluid filled the girl's mouth. Anne opened up and prepared her tongue for a new, full re-entry into the paradise that had been opened to her. In a slow, even motion she slid it all the way in, sensing how Rowena's thighs tightened as she received the full length of skilled tongue. For a little while she held it there, fully penetrated, and triumphantly felt her mistress draw her breaths heavily, and her whole body tremble. The broad tail pressed down and the pussy walls tightened rapaciously around the full length. Rowena missed several times before she finally hit the right button on the intercom, to tell her secretary to hold all calls for a while. Then a new, passionate ride started. Anne's tongue now made long, slow, full strokes in and out, and Rowena just sat there, looking down on her desktop with dizzy eyes, enjoying nothing but the fantastic sensations slowly building up inside. Sometimes she shut her eyes tight and held her breath for several seconds before letting it out in a long hiss, feeling her tits swell and press deliciously against her tailored shirt as she did. She squeezed her hands over her lap before she let one of them seek out and find a rock hard erect nipple through the white fabric. Heavier and heavier her breathing went, harder and harder her fist shut and more and more her belly trembled and shook. This was nothing a mortal woman could stand for a very long time. She knew that with this progress she would be lost in just a few more minutes! Just like all the other ladies she knew had had the chance to enjoy this girl's service. And another two minutes was exactly how long it took. Then it came! The giant orgasm shook her from head to toe, and left her groaning out her passion into one of the red napkins brought up for the occasion. She could not help humping her tail up and down on the wonderful face under her, rocking the whole chair back and forth as she exploded on the hard sucking mouth. Anne's tongue pistoned in and out of the leaking opening as she drank the fluids flowing from her new lady. Her heart was again nearly bursting with happiness and pride as she felt the pleasures her tongue generated so generously flowing down her throat. The broad buttocks squeezed and pressed her face and nose painfully back and forth, but Anne was insensitive to the pain and discomfort as she strove to prolong her mistress ecstasy as long as humanly possible. Finally the broad tail came violently down, mashing her face almost to pieces as a powerful convulsion went through the woman's body. Then she fell back in her chair, completely spent. For a long time, Rowena lay back in the chair enjoying the warming afterglow of the days first, terrific climax, just occasionally patting her face and forehead with one of the red napkins. Anne's tongue had stopped in full penetration, and the young girl knew just too well that she had better stay in that position for as long as Rowena wanted it. As the lady lay back this way, her own head was thrusted painfully backwards, and her nose pressed up into the soft ass opening. In addition she had to use all her strength to keep her tongue fully stretched and buried to the bottom in the hot love channel, and her cheek close up in contact with her mistress' upper pubic mound. Closed so that her mistress would feel a slight pressure from the cheek and lower face against the full length of her slit. But she was just too happy to suffer this sweet torment. Anything to keep her mistress horny, satisfied, and happy! Rowena did not have the energy to move a muscle! She was breathing heavily, her belly and tits heaving as she slowly tried to regain her composure. What a fantastic girl! What a ride! What a marvellous cum! No doubt she was going to use her services a lot in the future! This was how a lady executive should be served! After something like half an hour of total relaxation, Rowena worked herself back up with a sigh and pressed the intercom button. "Evelyn, could you come in here please and clean up the mess while I'm at lunch? Please report back to me when you are finished." "Yes ma'am" the thin voice at the front desk replied. Rowena slowly got up on her feet. With a soft "plop" the tongue slipped out of her saturated love tunnel. Anne sighed as the agonising weight came off her face. As her mistress went over to the locker for her towel, the secretary entered the room. She kind of bowed in front of her, and took the towel when her boss completed the tending of her happy pussy and let the skirt fall down. Then Rowena left. Evy was around 30 and a slim woman. Quite tall, with her dark brownish hair set up in a voluminous knot. Relatively small but firm tits. Like her boss she wore a conservative office outfit, with a grey skirt and a light green blouse, with matching darker green belt and arm ring. Shoes and earrings in grey and silver, matching the skirt. And a thin golden necklace to complete quite a classy style. As she turned around, Anne got a good glimpse of her entire body and was happy to note that her bum was full and almost big compared to the rest of her. All in all quite to her liking, although she preferred the little more voluptuous ones... Evelyn closed and locked the office door behind her and hurried over to the desk. Sitting down on the edge, she took away the now completely soaked napkin from around Anne's face. Then she took the towel and started drying off her face. "How do you feel?" she asked with a tensed voice. "Wonderful" the reply came up from the seat. Evelyn took a soft sponge and moistened Anne's face before drying it again. Both women knew that there was no way Anne could be released from the service chair before Rowena had finished the day sometimes in the evening. Evelyn looked down at the smiling face, and then poured some juice down into her mouth. "I heard the two of you all morning" she said, "and got terribly hot from imagining what you did to her. Could you do me too? Please?!?" she begged. Anne smiled even broader and extended her tongue again. "What do you think I'm here for?" she replied with her softest and most inviting voice. "If it's OK with Ms. Kyle, just come right down here." Evelyn jumped off the desk, hoisted her skirt and stepped over her, facing the back of the chair. She had left her panties in the front desk drawer. So sure did she feel about Anne's willingness to do her this favour. She displayed a nicely shaved cleft, and after arranging her knees under the arm rests of the chair, she slowly sat down over Anne's face until the tip of her tongue touched the pink gap between the full pussy lips. Then she sat down heavily, letting the pink tongue enter her and slide all the way in. She let out a deep, trembling sigh as she felt her belly expand from the deep penetration. And shuddered lightly as her naked pussy pressed hard down on the mouth, the pubic bone just squeezing the nose right in front of it. Then a new ride started. For a while Evelyn just sat silently, feeling the massive trusts of the fantastic tongue fucking her gently up towards a heart bursting orgasm. After about ten minutes of moaning and groaning, she couldn't hold her skirt up any longer, and as it fell down over Anne's face, she gripped both the leather clad armrests to hold herself in position as she started rocking her pelvis back and forth to the rhythm of the trusting tongue. All the time Evy had tried to watch out just in case Mr. Kyle should return early, although she almost never did. Anne could think that it was OK, but the secretary knew all too well that this was gross misuse of management resources. Still, she couldn't possibly focus on anything but what the fantastic tongue did to her down there. With her whole body shuddering, she pressed her pussy hard down on the lovely mouth and hung on for all she was worth as the long powerful trusts relentlessly brought her towards the edge. And Anne knew exactly how to maximise her partner's joy, as she always did. Masterfully, she stopped the tongue in full penetration as the cramp of orgasm locked down on it with a milking grip, using just her front teeth and upper lip to gently continue the stimulation of the clit. The secretary's head came all the way down to the seat as her whole body shook violently, and a gush of fluid flushed her partners willing mouth. She managed to conceal her face in the bend of her arm as she let out a pitched scream, and almost broke Anne's nose as she humped her face. In spite of the discomfort and pain, Anne tried to concentrate on the right moment, and then set in a powerful series of trusts that sent a new wave of senseless ecstasy through the convulsing body. There was nothing like the tongue of this marvellous girl, and Evelyn knew she would be unable to resist it just as much as Mr. Kyle was. Nothing could penetrate her and fill her up like this tongue. Nothing! Not even a dick. Not even close! She felt the powerful trusts stop in full penetration again as her ecstasy passed over the peak and her body went limp, totally drained and exhausted. Moaning hoarsely she sank back to support her elbows on the desk behind her as she tried to regain control. A heavenly feeling of warmth and comfort filled her, and there was no way she would ever be able to move a single muscle again. After a while she staggered out of the office in the direction of the bathroom though. Her legs could hardly support her. She had to clean and prepare everything for her boss' return, and conceal all traces of her `misuse' of her private facilities. When she returned she found Anne faithfully in position in the chair, smiling at her as their eyes met again. "That was wonderful" Evelyn sighed and unpacked a new tissue to wipe up the mess she had made - herself this time. "You were wonderful," Anne whispered back and looked up at her with dizzy eyes as Evy cleaned and put some lotion on her face and replaced the napkin around it. Then she went to the mirror, straightened her dress, checked her makeup, and left out to the front desk. Less than half an hour later, Ms. Kyle was back again, and breezed into the office. She quickly checked the mirror, and crossed over to her desk. "I had an excellent lunch," she told Anne, smiling down at her as she sat down at the edge of her desk. "How about you?" Anne smiled back at her as she locked eyes with the voluptuous woman. "Well, I thought I should just hang around here to be at your service." "That's my girl!" The two of them shared a relaxing laugh. "If you do well throughout the rest of the day, I thought I'd invite you along to a late dinner with one of our company clients Tuesday night next week. Her name is Alice, but that will be Ms. Johnson to you. Would that be okay?" Anne smiled again as she responded with a careful nod not to displace the new napkin. "Excellent, settled then," Ms. Kyle smiled, rising from the desk. Again she raised her skirt and stepped over Anne's body with one gracious leg. As she squatted to sink her butt down on the upturned face, Anne could not resist the urge to raise her hands and lock them around the skirt- clad waist, pulling her on down. Again, the miraculously wonderful behind sank down on her face, and a thousand thrills flashed up and down her body as she prepared to give her lady the maximum possible pleasure for the rest of the afternoon. Anne noticed that Ms. Kyle had visited the bathroom. She was wonderfully cleaned, refreshed and perfumed just for her. Anne was more determined than ever to provide the best service of this world to this insanely wonderful body! She extended the full length of her tongue, and sank it deep into the love channel pressed against her mouth. She could feel the slight downward pressure as Ms. Kyle opened up and met her soft penetration with her entire pelvic region, at the same time pumping her head support further upwards into her deep cleft. The contact was established, and a shudder of joy went through Rowena's spine as the tongue again started its slow, intense thrusts, filling her pussy with prickling mouth heat. Rowena leaned back and relaxed. She let her mind flow freely and her hormone level burst up again, and felt her pussy leaking and her nipples stiffen against the fabric of her shirt. "Anne, be a dear and work on my nipples too, please" she whispered, just into the empty air. Immediately the hands left their firm grip on her waist, and came upward. Well trained, they opened the two lower buttons above the belt, and found their way up under her shirt without stretching or wrinkling it, until they cupped each full breast, and then focused gently with tender fingers around her rock hard nipples. This girl was a true wonder. She continued to sit motionless for a short while until she felt her body starting to glow, and the small spasms come alive along the full length of her thighs. She moaned. She could sit like a queen this way forever. The work had to be done though, and she reluctantly lifted her head, adjusted her glasses, and slowly leaned forward to focus on the papers on her desk. Actually, she had planned to stay on a low boil throughout the rest of the afternoon, just enjoying the gentle stimulation provided by her docile service girl. But she had saved herself up by having just one orgasm in the morning, so as she felt the passion hit her, she knew she would not be able to concentrate properly before she had another climax to calm her nerves. The decision made, she leaned further forward and placed her elbows on the desk, crossing her arms under her tits and looking down into the desk with dizzy eyes. Then she let the feelings rush freely throughout her body, and her mind be occupied by this one thought: that this was designed for her pleasure, and her pleasure alone! Anne soon recognised her mistress' readiness to ride another trip to the top as the faint convulsions in her thighs grew in intensity. It was more difficult to gently massage the now rock hard nipples in her new position, but even though her lower arms hurt a bit from being pressed against the edge of the desk, that was of no relevance to the fact that she right now brought her beloved Ms. Kyle such intense pleasure. She made sure to establish a regular rhythm of deep tongue thrusts that would work strong and predictably, and be the most effective way to reach the top on a tight time schedule. Her nose was mashed into the soft anal ring, sometimes so deep that it occasionally nearly blocked the air supply through the pipes. This never happened for any longer periods, though, since her mistress grew increasingly uneasy from the sensations caused by her hard working tongue. After a few more minutes, she was right on humping the upturned face, pressing her soaked pussy against the sealing lips, in an effort to draw maximum pleasure from the deep tongue strokes. When the climax hit, it was like an earthquake! Mrs Kyle's body stiffened, and a long, deep breath was interrupted sharply. The glasses fell off her nose and down onto the papers scattered on the desk. Hands tightened to shaking fists. Anne's arms were almost broken right off as her lady bent forward over the desk and let out a guttural groan between clenched teeth as the waves of intense pleasure flared through her body. The broad buttock relentlessly mashed the heated face and threatened to smother the hard working little slave completely. Anne wished it would last forever! She hung on for all she was worth, tongue working like a piston, and her hands now roughly massaging the stiff nipples of the wobbling tits over the desk. Hips pumped wildly and buttocks clenched and flexed around her face. Legs with loose high-heeled shoes slipped back and forth over the floor carpet, and the arms crossed on the desk under her bosom tightened till they shook like leaves. Several squirts of love juice landed in the back of her throat between her tongue thrusts. Anne took a couple of seconds to gulp it down, but before she was able to resume her massive strokes, she got a new squirt as Ms. Kyle lost control of her bladder. This time her mistress didn't have that much to give, so Anne had it down in a few additional gulps. And even before the last trickling subsided, she was able to launch a new attack all the way to the bottom. Her fingertips continued to massage the nipples, and this final, massive assault brought on the ultimate success. Her mistress actually multi- orgasmed! A new wave hit her, and as the tongue shot in an out, the body stiffened and shook violently in a new eruption of ecstasy. That was what it took to send Anne herself over the edge as well! As she rubbed her thighs together, the bliss of happiness surging through her from this final achievement brought on an orgasm so intense that dazzling stars exploded all over her mind. Only her unconditional determination to please made it possible to avoid screaming out into the spasming pussy over her, and even somehow control her body and maintain the level of stimulation for her beloved mistress. As her own body convulsed, she focused desperately on her task, trying not to move so much that her own pleasure would be noticed. She had not been allowed to cum, and Anne knew that she was supposed to control herself and stay permanently hot in order to provide optimal service, as she had been taught all along. But Rowena still bucked crazily in her chair, totally lost in her own ecstasy. She passed the final peak right after Anne, and when she started to come down, the girl had already regained full control of her own body. Finally, Ms. Kyle's body relaxed again, and she fell back in the chair, drained and powerless as a ragged doll. She suddenly felt an uncontrollable desire to laugh! As she picked up her glasses and put them back on her nose, she laughed until she had to gasp for breath. Then she shook her head, straightened her back a little and took a deep breath; "Anne dear, I'm totally drained. I can't stand any more at the moment. Please leave my nipples for now." Anne had stopped her treatment of the saturated pussy with her tongue fully penetrated -- as usual -- and now again had her head painfully tilted back. She immediately took her hands off her mistress tits, carefully pulling down, straightened the shirt over the bosom, and gently placed her hands around the waist again. Gently and lightly she caressed the hips and belly as her mistress caught up with her breath, letting her hands slide lovingly over the soft curves of her butt. Now was the time for the relaxing care. She knew she should try to stay like this, without moving, for as long as possible as her lady recovered. Only light caresses with her hands. Cheek carefully pressed over the soaked vulva, tongue motionless in its position, nose pressed deep inside the relaxed bum hole. Gentle silence. "You will probably not be surprised to know that Alice ..., Ms. Johnson, is not that different from me," Rowena finally mumbled in a low voice. "She enjoys oral attention as much as the next lady. If you like her, I expect you to help me out on entertaining her during our conversations next Tuesday night. But I will not press you to do it if you don't find her attractive. I think you will, though. She's quite a lady!" Anne nodded. For Rowena to feel, and not to see. She had known all the time that she was in for some hard work, and she was definitely getting what she bargained for. Her first evening of real overtime.