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Who’s Da Boss 1?

							By Oral Pleasure 4 U

I woke in Henry and Helen’s bed (as I usually do!) - Henry had left earlier for the office. Helen was snuggled with me, her head on my shoulder with her long blond hair intertwined with my own - she was lightly sliding a finger along my slit.

I sighed in contentment, and then, when I couldn’t stand it any more, I flipped her over and buried my face in her sopping pussy - she had apparently taken good care of her husband’s morning woody before he left - much to my delight!

I brought her to several orgasms, each more intense than the previous, and with her thoroughly wetting my face. When I finished, she was spread-eagled, breathing heavily, with her chest forcing her ample breasts to sway gently.

I kissed each nipple, causing her to gasp. As I did have her attention, I smiled down to her, saying, “Relax a few, & recuperate. I’ll fix us some breakfast.”

“You’re so sweet, Josie. You don’t have to do that,” she replied.

“I know - but I want to,” I replied.

She smiled, as she knew that I love to cook, and I padded to the kitchen, not bothering to dress or to even cover myself.

I decided on Italian omelets: Italian sausage, mozzarella cheese, lots of fresh garlic (there’s no such thing as too much garlic!), green onions, my Italian tomato sauce, and Italian seasonings.

Just my sautéing the ingredients brought Helen running into the kitchen. “My god, Josie!” she exclaimed. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

“I thought I had already done it to you,” I replied, with a twinkle in my eye. “Would you like some more?”

“Oh, hell yes! But right now, I want what you’re cooking!”

“Patience, my love. You know that you’ll enjoy it much more…” I replied, with a smile.

Helen poured the orange juice, waiting just a bit for the coffee to finish, as I finished with the omelets.

I put our plates on the table just as she put the coffee cups down.

We chitchatted through breakfast, going slowly as Helen knew that I wouldn’t rush. She looked at me as I cleared the table. “Relax,” I told her. “We’ll have just enough time to enjoy each other before I have to report to the meeting.”

When I finished cleaning the kitchen, I invited her to the shower. As we cleaned each other, we messed each other! After we each arched and screamed our passion, I told Helen that I would need some time to prepare for the board meeting.

“Of course,” she replied. “I trust that you will take good care of my husband and the upper management…”

“You know I will,” I replied, smiling.

* * * * *

Just before I left, I informed Helen that I had prepared a light lunch of cheeses and breads, with assorted crackers for her to enjoy during her afternoon shows. I also mentioned that there was an open bottle of Merlot on the counter. "Thanks!" she smiled. "You take such good care of us..."

"Well, what would you expect from me?" I queried. "And, hell, both you and Henry take real good care of me, too!" as I waved so long.

When I arrived at the company headquarters precisely at 1:55, I went directly to the boardroom, passing Henry's secretary. I smiled and waved at her - she acknowledged me and waved me on in.

On entering the boardroom, I put my purse down on a table by the entry. I went directly to Henry - the President and CEO of the company. I turned up my face to him for a kiss, which he gladly gave me. I then acknowledged each of the four Vice-Presidents with a handshake and a light touch on each face.

The VP's knew me well, as each - and their wives - had been to our penthouse several times, with me preparing hors d’oeuvres, drinks, and dinner, and then cleaning the kitchen and dining area before retiring to the bedroom - where we shared and enjoyed each other. The VP's knew me as Henry's live-in personal assistant.

I smiled at the men as I started this week’s meeting by slowly stripping for them, folding my clothes and gently placing them on an unoccupied chair near the conference table.

I stood before them - in all my glory, smiling - as I was amused at their attempts to break previous speed records in undressing themselves. All were dressed casual, not wanting to take the time to properly remove suite coats and ties.

They stood next to their chairs, with raging hard-ons. Each - especially Henry - were superb specimens of the male gender, much to my delight. Henry had done an excellent job in recruiting, qualifying, and hiring these gentlemen.

I walked slowly to the table, where I turned and lifted myself on the tabletop. I laid back, with my pussy on the table edge, my legs dangling down. I spread my legs wide as the men lined up behind Henry - giving preference to Henry as President and CEO, and to the fact that I am his personal assistant.

Henry stepped up, gently entering me, ensuring that his cock was lubricated and that I was comfortable. “I love you,” he mouthed, so that the others would not see or hear.

I smiled and mouthed back, “Me, too!”

He fucked me gently, his cock spreading my pussy open with his soft, velvety-smooth head - giving me much enjoyment.

After a few moments, I arched and squealed - causing Henry to slam into me and then grunt as he jettisoned several spurts of his love juice into my pussy.

The procedure was for the person cumming into my pussy to go to the head of the table, climb up and offer his cock to me for cleaning. The next in line would go down on me, cleaning my pussy, and then give me my preference - a gentle fuck.

This procedure continued until the final VP had unloaded into my pussy, whereupon Henry would come to clean me.

After that, the men sat at their chairs to discuss business while I disappeared under the table. I would gently stroke two of the VP’s, while suckling a third. My method was random, with the men receiving my attention not required to give reports during my administrations. “Pass for a few,” each would say if called upon.

When the meeting concluded, each of the VP’s would dress and return to their offices and duties, while Henry would lag behind to give me a kiss of appreciation. “I’ll see you an a bit,” he would say. 

I smiled in return, and said, “You be ready!”

* * * * *

When I arrived at our apartment building, I fished in my purse for the key to the private elevator that went directly to the penthouse.

The doorman spotted me, saying, “Miss Josie, Mr. Henry arrived a few moments ago. You may want to hurry…”

I smiled at him - you can’t keep a secret from a doorman - and there is no use in denying the secret! - and then I passed him a tip.

Using the private elevator, which whisked me directly to the penthouse suite, I entered and began to strip my clothes in the entryway. Helen was sitting on Henry’s lap, riding his cock for all she was worth. She had her hands behind his head, holding his face between her breasts. She arched and squealed - causing Henry to thrust up as deep into her pussy as he could, and grunting his appreciation for his wife.

Smiling, I walked up behind her, reaching around her to cup her ample breasts.

“Oh, Josie!” she said - and she didn’t have to look for who was pinching her nips! “You’re timing is perfect…”

“It’s planned,” I replied; as I slid her off of her husband’s slowly shrinking cock, and down to the floor.

I buried my face in her sopping pussy, waving my ass in the air for Henry. I wasn’t in a hurry - I knew that Henry would shove his cock in me as soon as he was able. And he knew that I wouldn’t stop eating his wife’s pussy until he had made me cum, and had cum in my pussy at the same time. Helen was in for a lengthy treat!

Or was it my treat???

* * * * *

Henry loved to fuck me in this position - my ass open for him, my face in his wife’s pussy, which each of his trusts forcing my face deeper into Helen, causing her breasts to sway - just as my c-cups were swaying. The sight before him always caused him to erupt violently, which, of course, caused me great pleasure, and that pleasure was passed on to Helen.

After the three of us had climaxed, we collapsed together on the floor. Tonight, I came together first and announced that I would start dinner - and for both Henry and Helen to relax and enjoy each other.

“Josie, you’re still too sweet. I went ahead and made the preparations for tonight’s dinner. It should be quick fixings, and clean-up will be easy.”

I gave her a passionate kiss of appreciation - she knew that the sooner I completed the cleanup duties, the sooner I would be in their bed. I could tell that she was hot for me to face-fuck her…

And I complied.

* * * * *

Thursday and Friday returned everyone to our normal routines. Henry always reported to the office early - so that he could take off early. Helen would administer to my needs when I woke. Helen enjoyed this, as she knew that I would take care of her in return - in fact, that has been my plan forever…

On Saturday morning, both Henry and Helen gently woke me. “What would you like for us to prepare for breakfast, M’lady?” he enquired.

I smiled. “That’s easy - yourselves!” as I took hold of his hard-on, and, at the same time, guided Helen to my Promised Land, while guiding her to where I could play with her clit. I took Henry’s cock in my mouth, burying my nose in his pubic area, and proceeded to give him the blowjob of his life.

After a few moments, Henry rewarded me breakfast - completely filling my mouth with his love juices. I had to work hard to not lose a drop…

He then entered his wife from the rear - while she continued her tongue administrations to me. It wasn’t long before I arched, squealed, and wet Helen’s face. This caused her to also arch and squeal, which caused Henry to unload again.

I whipped her around and immediately began cleaning her pussy. She positioned Henry so that she could clean his cock.

After we had each climaxed again, we collapsed, resting.

“What would you like to accomplish today, M’lady?” Helen asked.

“I would like to give Henry some time off - to be alone, if you will. Shall we go shopping?” I replied.

“Yes! I agree! The mall?” she asked.

“Yes. But you will need to provide Henry with a lunch before we leave - I mean a real lunch!” I replied, grinning.

She laughed. “As you wish, M’lady.”

We shopped all afternoon, each of us finding and making several purchases - always on my card. I would carry not only my own bags, but Helen’s as well. When we arrived back to the penthouse, we found Henry napping quietly in his recliner. Helen smiled, and then led me to the bedroom.

She looked at me. “Why do you do this?” she asked.

I took her into my arms. “Because I don’t want the general public to know of my status. And, more importantly, I wouldn’t ask anyone to do anything for me that I wouldn’t do for them. It’s called ‘Respect.’”

She smiled. “I have respect for you…”

“Yes, I know. And I have respect for you - and Henry. I love you both.”

She melted into my arms. “And we both love you. You have our complete loyalty.”

I smiled. “You think if we were to wake Henry, that we could get a rise out of him?”

She giggled. “I know damn well we can!”

* * * * *

Come Monday morning, I was dismayed to wake and discover that I had started my cycle. Helen took one look at my sad face and reached a hand out to comfort me. “I know, Hon - I’m due to start in 2 days…”

I gasped. “This week’s meeting - it’s damned important!”

“Come, let’s get a cup of coffee - we can commiserate - or come up with an alternative plan when we are a bit more ‘awake’,” she suggested.

I sighed. I knew she was right. I took her hand and led her to the kitchen, where we found that Henry had started the coffee pot for us.

I sighed again. These two where always thinking about each other and me. “I’ll have to pay some extra special attention to him,” I said.

Helen chuckled. “He’ll just hate that, you know.”

We laughed as we sat with our cups. “What about taking his secretary into our confidence?” Helen suggested.

“Mmmmm. Hmmm,” I said, musing over the idea. She was a stone cold fox, and had always treated me with respect. And she was damned intelligent.

“Let’s call Henry and see what he thinks - personally, I think that it is doable,” I replied.

I put the phone on the table, setting it for speaker. I dialed his private number.

“Good morning. This is Henry,” he answered on the second ring.

“Hi, Hon - it’s your better two-thirds,” I laughingly said. “We have a bit of a dilemma.”

He chuckled after I had finished explaining the problem. “You’re right - this week’s meeting is very important - some major decisions need to be made.”

“Helen suggested bringing your secretary into our confidence - do you think that she can be trusted?”

“Yes, without a doubt.”

I smiled, a smile that only Helen could see, but I knew that Henry would feel it over the phone line. “If you’re free this afternoon, can you set up a meeting with her? And please, don’t tell her who the other participants will be…”

“If I wasn’t free, I am now. 1:30 OK?”

“In what do fish swim in?” I asked.

He laughed. “I’ll see you then,” as he disconnected.

* * * * *

Helen and I arrived at the office at 1:25. We entered, with me carrying several shopping bags and laughing giddily. Miss Phelps, Henry’s secretary, smiled as she recognized us, and said, “He has a meeting scheduled in a few minutes…”

“Yes, we know. You may enter as soon as you are ready,” Helen responded.

Helen struggled to hold her mirth as we whisked past her, with me giving Miss Phelps a semi-salute, one only an empty-headed blond could give - her eyes and mouth wide open.

Once Miss Phelps had regained her composure, she entered Henry’s office. She found Henry behind his desk, studiously looking over several papers. Helen was sitting - not only comfortable, but filled with confidence - on the couch that lined the wall.

Me?

I was standing with my back to the room, pretending to look out the window, without a care in the world.

“Mr. Henry?” she began. “I’m sorry - I’m a bit confused. What is the purpose of this meeting?”

Henry looked up at her as he put his papers down. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit, please, Miss Phelps.

“The purpose of this meeting is your future.”

She gasped. “Mr. Henry! If I have done something wrong, please give me the chance to fix it! Please, I haven’t done anything - knowingly - that would be detrimental to the company!”

She hesitated for a moment, as she was unsure of how to proceed. Finally, she gathered her courage. “And, furthermore, I really don’t think that we should discuss this with your wife and personal assistant present!”

“My personal assistant?” he asked. “And just whom might that be?”

Miss Phelps looked very pointedly in my direction.

Henry smiled. “Please explain your reasoning, Miss Phelps.”

She almost choked. "Without any possible retribution due to what I say?" she asked.

"I'll grant you that immunity."

"Thank you," she replied. “Miss Josie, please don't take any offense to what I'm about to say. I really like you, and, I hope, I have treated you with respect."

I turned away from the window and leaned against the sill. I nodded to her, smiling.

"Mr. Henry, she lives with you. Whenever I see her with you or Mrs. Helen, she appears to be doing your bidding, carrying her bags, fetching your coffee - whatever. I can only imagine what she does for you at home - is she a maid? Your cook? A butler (butleress?)? - I really don't know.

"But I do know that she attends almost all of the board meetings. I have my suspicions as to what her duties actually entail - after all, she is a beautiful woman. You and the VP's always leave the meetings revitalized - and with a smile on your faces. She leaves with a glow and a purposeful glance to you as she enters the elevator.

"Do you understand what I'm trying so hard to say politely?"

"Yes, I do, Miss Phelps," as I dropped my charade and slowly walked to Henry's desk to sit on the front corner, which raised my skirt a bit. I faced her - and smiled to myself as she was looking at my legs and licking her lips. I waited. With an effort, she looked up at me. It was then that she realized that I was real…

She had noted that my giddiness was gone.

I smiled at her, an attempt to reassure her. "You weren't asked to this meeting because you did anything wrong. You were asked because the three of us have a problem, and we determined that you not only can, but also would love to solve it.

"Mr. Henry?" I said as I turned my head to him and nodded.

"Miss Phelps, not one word or thought that you hear or think while in this meeting today is to leave this room. Do you understand?"

Her eyes widened a bit. "Yes."

"I'm sure that you did a bit of preliminary investigation of this company before you accepted our offer for employment. You found that this company is privately held by a trust. But you weren't able to gather any more info other than that. Am I correct?"

Surprised, she replied, "Yes."

"Miss Phelps, that trust is owned by a single person."

Slowly, as realization hit her, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. She looked at me. "Oh, shit!

"Oh! My! GOD! I didn't mean to swear - but..."

Both Henry and I waved her off, chuckling.

"Miss Phelps," Henry continued, "Miss Josie doesn't live with us. We live with her!

"Her trust not only owns this company, it also owns the building we are in, and the land it sits on. As well as the penthouse we live in, that building, and the land it sits on. And that trust also owns much more..."

"Oh, god. I've really messed up.

"Miss Josie, I'm sorry I never paid you the respect that you obviously deserve. I pre-read you. I can promise that it won't happen again.

"I've learned my lesson. I'll clean out my desk now..." she said, with a tear forming as she began to rise.

"Sit! You'll do nothing of the kind!" I exclaimed. "I'm pleased that my charade worked as designed.

"I don't want any more respect than what you have paid me - that was always my intention, and it continues to be.

"I don't want to be treated any differently. I want to be your equal. As does both Henry and Helen."

She looked at me, expectantly.

“Miss Phelps, you aren’t the only person in this company that doesn’t know my true association. In fact, Mr. Henry was the only one - besides Mrs. Helen - that knew.

“Yes, even the VP’s don’t know.

“And, yes, your suspicions were correct - I do provide, um - favors - to the management board. But, unknown to anyone other than Mr. Henry and Mrs. Helen, I also participate in the business decisions.”

I went on to explain my participation, and how I communicated to Mr. Henry any decision that we hadn‘t already discussed and agreed on: a single tap on any knee was a ‘Yes,’ a dual tap on any knee was a ‘No,’ while several taps would indicate that more info was needed.

“Now, to our problem. I started my cycle this morning. I was expecting it, but I was hoping against hope that I wouldn’t start until after this week’s board meeting. This has happened in the past, and Mrs. Helen was always my backup. However, this week, she informs me that she is also scheduled to start by Wednesday. Too tight for comfort.

“Miss Phelps, this week’s meeting is very important. I’m asking you to fill in for me while I sit on the sidelines communicating my decisions to Henry, all the time continuing my charade as a giddy blonde.”

I shifted slightly, again, allowing my skirt to rise even more. I spread my legs a bit - quite innocently, I might add - and smiled at her.

“I don’t need an answer right now, but, obviously, I need it soon. And if your decision is negative, it will not effect your employment. However, the possibilities for your future are endless…”

She again was eyeing my legs - and trying to see as far up my skirt as she could without being obvious. She darted her eyes up to mine, to find them smiling at her.

I rose, approached her, and went to my knees in front of her. Placing my hands on her thighs and moving them up a bit under her skirt caused her to sigh. She spread her legs wide open.

“Miss Josie, please hold your hand like this,” she said, and then took it and guided it to just below her shaved and glistening pussy, which, to my surprise, was uncovered. After a moment, a silver ball popped out into my palm.

Surprised, I started to remove my hand when she stopped me. “Wait,” she said.

After another moment, another silver ball popped out. I looked at her and she again smiled, and shook her head. Another ball popped out.

She smiled at me. I suddenly understood. She exercised all day with these balls, and had achieved the skill to keep them in even without panties to help. Her vaginal muscles must be well toned.

When I sighed, she knew that I understood. “I, too, think about sex almost every waking moment. These balls keep me from jumping the bones of every human being in sight,” she said, grinning.

“I’ll be happy to help.”

Looking into her eyes, I smiled, and kissed each of the slippery balls. I then buried my face into her sopping pussy, causing her to arch and gasp.

“Oh, god! You don’t know how much I’ve fantasized about you!” And she started moaning as I worked my magic.

Henry and Helen had both disrobed by this time and came to stand beside her. She grabbed Henry’s cock and stroked gently, and then guided him to her mouth. She found Helen’s mound and hooked a finger into her love tunnel. After a few moments, she arched and squealed.

The three of us changed positions; and as I wasn’t able to provide anything but oral pleasure, I did the best that I could. I don’t think anyone was pissed. Two hours later, we were all exhausted, and in each other’s arms, completely nude.

Before we all went home, I gave Miss Phelps a passionate kiss. “I’ll be here a bit early on Wednesday,” I told her.

“Please call me Dawn,” she replied. “I’m looking forward to our next meeting.”

* * * * *

Wednesday found me in the office at 1:45. I approached Miss Phelps’ desk, where she looked up at me and smiled.

“Is he in and free, for the moment?” I asked.

“No, and yes.”

“Then please follow me in…”

As soon as I closed the door, she melted into my arms. “I’m SO looking forward to this,” she said, giving me a passionate kiss.

“That’s good,” I responded. “You’ve just answered my unasked question.”

She handed me a velvet-covered box, about 4 inches long and a bit more than ¾ of an inch wide. I opened the box to discover three silver balls nestled in velvet. I looked at her.

“I thought that you may want to install these,” she said, smiling, as she leaned back against the desk, spreading her legs wide.

I smiled my appreciation. We had made a good choice in recruiting Dawn. I kissed the first ball, put it in my mouth, and, after playing with her for a few moments, I inserted it into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. I repeated the procedure for the remaining two balls. She was almost in heaven.

“Oh, god, Josie, I want you so much…”

“Sunday evening, 6:00, my place, I’m cooking. Will you be there?”

“In what to fish swim in?” she asked.

I laughed. “C’mon, it’s time…”

* * * * *

I laughed to myself as we entered the boardroom and the VP’s fell silent in surprise. Henry had a grin on his face.

“Gentlemen,” I started, “Mother Nature has decreed that I not participate in today’s meeting. Miss Phelps has agreed to fill in for me. I know that none of you will be pissed or disappointed.”

I turned to her and held out my hand. I guided her forward, and said, “Gents, I present Miss Phelps. She will conduct today’s meeting.”

The men erupted in cheers as I retreated to a chair against the wall. “Gentlemen! Please don’t make me feel inferior!” I teased.

“Please don’t feel that way, Josie. It’s just - well, it’s just that we’ve had the hots for…”

“I know,” I interrupted, smiling. “And y’all haven’t been the only ones…” I said.

Dawn stood tall, and smiled at me, in effect, thanking me for the introduction.

As she turned to the gents, she was surprised to find clothes flying in all directions. “Gentlemen, please!”

She was astonished. She eyed each, with their raging hard-on’s. She sighed. “I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she said.

“Gentlemen, please sit,” she said, as she slowly began to remove her clothes. “In this room, please address me as ‘Dawn.’ As each of you are married, I don’t expect anything to change - other than your explanations to your wives.

“Outside of this room, I expect to be addressed as ‘Miss Phelps.’ I hope that each of you understand what I’m trying to say,” as she stood before them, arms outstretched, and smiling. “There will not be any special favors granted, nor will I tolerate flirting at my desk.

“Understand?”

The VP’s all agreed.

“OK. Let’s begin today’s meeting,” she said, as she hopped up on the conference table. She closed her eyes, twirled, stopped, and released one of the silver balls. It went bouncing to one of the VP’s.

“You’re number one,” she said. “And, one more thing: I have a no-holes barred policy…”

She paused a moment to let that sink in.

She smiled, closed her eyes again, and twirled. The second ball dropped, bouncing to another VP.

Without opening her eyes, she again twirled, dropping the third and final ball. Henry caught that one…

She kept her eyes closed. “Number 3, what is your preference?”

Henry looked at me, hoping that I would receive his signal to keep his identity a secret, at least for now. I smiled. “He wants your sweet pussy,” I replied.

Keeping her eyes closed, she asked, “How would he know it is sweet?”

“I don’t think anyone in this room has a doubt,” I replied.

She curtsied. “Thank you, gentlemen. I appreciate the compliment!

“Number two - your preference?”

That VP also looked to me, sliding a finger across his lips.

“He wants to slide his cock down your throat - gently, I might add…”

Dawn smiled. “Thank you for that reassurance.

“Number 1, that leaves one hole for you. Any objections?”

Since Dawn knew who he was, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled, “No, not at all.”

“OK, let’s get started!” She said, looking at Number 1. “Please climb up on the table and lay back - Josie, if you would do the honors…”

I rose and proceeded to lube Number 1’s cock. When I finished, I put a generous amount of KY on and in Dawns backdoor. She smiled at me as she positioned herself above the VP’s cock and gently lowered herself - until she had completely buried his cock in her ass. She sighed in contentment, as did the VP. She then leaned back, exposing her pussy.

“Number 2,” as she closed her eyes, “climb up and offer me your cock. I’ll clean any precum, and then allow partial entrance - until Number 3 has entered. Once I’m comfortable, please work together to obtain a rhythm - then all of you may pound me!”

Henry climbed up and entered, slowly, ensuring that his cock was lubricated - he always was thinking about his partner’s comfort! Once he was satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt her, he started a slow rhythm, causing an “Mmmm!” from Dawn.

Dawn went wild as the men matched Henry’s rhythm, and sped up the tempo. Within moments, she arched and gave a muffled squeal! This caused all the men to erupt into their private hole, again causing Dawn to squeal. They all collapsed, and Dawn opened her eyes to discover Henry smiling down at her.

“My god, Henry! If you weren’t already taken…”

He leaned down and shushed her with a kiss. When he broke it off, his eyes told her the story - “You’ll definitely get more - you’re in solid!”

The remaining VP’s then took their positions, very successfully.

Afterwards, the VP’s adjourned to their chairs, and Dawn disappeared under the table. I smiled as she also apparently liked a portion of my administrations.

All of the proper decisions were made. The meeting was a huge success.

* * * * *

Sunday evening, 5:55 PM, found Dawn hurrying into the building. She stopped just inside the door and looked around; as this was the first time she had been inside this building. And she wasn’t used to the rich décor - or aware of services performed by a doorman.

“May I be of some assistance, Madam?” Johnny asked.

She looked at him, finding a kind face. Johnny was about 27, 6’1”, a good 200 pounds, with no visible fat - he loved to work out, but wasn’t a fanatic about it. He had dark hair, and obviously needs to shave at least twice a day. His face was freshly shaved, and he sported a well-manicured moustache.

“Yes, thank you,” Dawn responded, smiling at him. “I’ve been invited by Miss Josie as a dinner guest. Will you direct me to her apartment?”

“And you are…?”

“Oh! I’m sorry! My name is Dawn - Dawn Phelps.”

He smiled. “Miss Dawn, Miss Josie has the penthouse. And I have been instructed to personally escort you to her door. In fact, I, too, have been invited to dinner - she said that she wanted me to meet someone special.”

He eyed her. “I sure hope that you are that someone special…”

Dawn damned near melted on the spot.

She allowed him to guide her to a private elevator, where he inserted a key to open the doors.

“What about your duties?” she asked.

Johnny laughed. “I’m the lead doorman - I asked my replacement to arrive a few minutes early, and he did. I’m officially off…”

Dawn smiled as she instinctively snuggled into his arm. The private elevator was fast - whisking them to the top floor in less than 30 seconds. The doors opened, to find Miss Josie smiling at them.

“I see that you two have met, and I hope that everything is acceptable?”

Her question was answered by two huge smiles.

“Dawn, I’m assuming that you want to serve Johnny desert first?” as she led them into the living room, where Helen was riding Henry’s cock.

“Yes. But I want you, too…”

She smiled. “That was the main purpose of this invitation…”

She turned so that Dawn could unzip her dress. She cupped Josie’s breasts as the dress fell to the floor, causing Josie to arch, forcing her breasts into Dawn’s hands. Josie reached a hand back over her shoulder and held Dawn’s head as she gently nibbled her ear, sighing contently.

Dawn walked Josie to the couch, where she turned her around and allowed Josie to remove her blouse and skirt. Josie was pleased that Dawn had come prepared - she was nude under her outer clothes!

Dawn gently sat Josie down and knelt in front of her. Leaning forward, she started kissing the small of her throat, slowly working her way down. Dawn felt Johnny sit beside Josie and she reached a hand out to stroke his throbbing cock - only to bring her head up in surprise!

She looked at him, “My god! I didn’t know that they came that big!” she exclaimed.

“Please don’t run,” he replied. “And please don’t neglect Josie.”

Dawn smiled. “I have absolutely no intention of doing either! Just please go easy on me until I get used to that beautiful love muscle…”

Dawn returned her administrations to Josie, but continued to stroke Johnny’s cock.

Dawn continued down through Josie’s Valley of Delights, ensuring that each peak was well aware of her presence. Josie began to moan. She also began to thrash about, gently bucking her pussy up for Dawn as she worked her way down, playing for a bit with Josie’s belly button - a beautiful inner!

When Dawn reached the top of Josie’s Promised Land, she gasped and grabbed Dawn’s head, literally forcing her pussy into Dawn’s mouth. Dawn didn’t object, and felt Johnny leave the couch, only to kneel behind her and gently slide his engorged cock along her slit.

Johnny ensured that the head of his cock was lubricated, found Dawn’s opening, and gently slid in, slowly spreading her pussy lips open. He gasped as she responded - positively - by matching his thrusts.

As Johnny reached maximum penetration, Dawn went wild, causing Josie to erupt in her face, thoroughly soaking her. Dawn soaked Johnny’s wonderful cock, and he returned the favor by splashing the inner walls of her pussy and womb with the hottest love juices she had ever felt!

At that point, she knew…

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After dinner, after the actual desert, and after the additional desert, found Dawn in Johnny’s arms. “What are you doing tomorrow evening?” he asked.

“Fixing dinner for you. Where do you live?” She asked.

He smiled. “I have an apartment in this building,” he replied.

“OK if I pack a small bag?”

“Yes, but pack enough to last until the weekend. We’ll collect the rest of your stuff then…”

“Johnny…”

“Yes, I know, My Love. I know.” he responded.

“Welcome to the family,” Josie said to Dawn.

Dawn’s eyes opened wide as she looked at Josie and then Johnny.

“My step-sister,” he explained.

“Oh, shit!”

Dawn melted into his arms. She was finally happy!

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