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There’s Someone At The Door, Ch 2

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She stood, her sex felt so open, so swollen, like it was larger than anything in her body. Georgia led her to a doorway, and she smelled water, heard splashing. Lit by torchlight was a pool of water. Among pillars, she saw figures dim in the water, swimming, murmuring to one another. There was a quiet rush of water, and she glimpsed a waterfall at the far end. Her skin began to tingle with the sounds and with excitement.

Georgia guided her into the room; Leyla felt safe with her, as though Georgia knew what to do to handle her and keep her safe, no matter what happened. Her stomach tightened as she drew closer to the water, and she felt her face redden. Yet the pulsing of her cunt was starting again, curious and hungry for what could await.

She felt hands at the bottom of her sheer dress, being lifted. Her breasts felt heavy and quivered as she was again stripped. Georgia brought her to the edge of the water. “You’re going to have to swim, child. I can’t go with you.”

Leyla caught her breath in her mouth, then stood on her toes to kiss Georgia softly on the mouth. “Will I see you again?”

Georgia stroked her hair. “If this all goes well, you’ll see me again.”

Leyla stepped into the dark water, warm and calm. She saw forms swimming around her, which looked like women, but she caught glimpses of fins and fish scales. Mermaids?

As she stretched out to swim, her throbbing sex and trembling breasts calmed, but the electric sensation persisted. She heard the voice whisper in her ear again, sweetly, “when the time comes, you’ll know what to do. Submit, obey, whatever is needed. By your openness, you gain power and strength.”

The water cascaded off her nude, slender body as she swam. Was she dreaming? It felt like she was finally awake, and like everything that came before was prelude, just daydreams and fantasies, but this was all that had ever been real. Flashes of another life, a past life were coming to her, memories of tension, disapproving faces, missed opportunities. Had she ever been happy? Was she living for someone else?

The wet female forms circled around her, calling out to her. She felt the warm froth and boil with their movements, coming closer to her. Hands and fins caressed her at all sides. Her buttocks were squeezed. Her nipples were pinched. She felt pain, and cried out over the water. The mermaids soothed her, stroked her, put their fingers in her mouth, and she sucked.

Their voices cooed to her, music of an enchanting melody rising around her and above the water, ensconcing her. “Eleueioooo …. Elaeiahaya….” The more she listened, the stiller she became. As she became enraptured, the hands and fins released her, and she slowly began to sink.

The gentle light above faded as she dropped down lower and lower. “Nothing matters, nothing matters,” she murmured to herself with her last breath.

Her head cleared as she sank, and she struggled. At first started to rise, but her limbs felt heavier and her descent resumed. A great peace crept through her; she relaxed. With the press of strong arms grasping her around her waist, she felt snatched from heaven.

She gasped as she was dragged to the surface, her eyes flooded with the now scorching light. She turned to face a beautiful golden woman, smiling, with hair like ruby in wet plaits across her shoulders. Leyla whispered, “who are you?”

“I am Ondine,” the woman smirked, and pulled her tight to her, pressing Leyla’s gaping mouth to hers. Ondine’s hair rippled over her, and she felt her naked breasts press into the water goddess’, her sex suddenly hot and needy. Ondine’s kissed her again and again, so sweetly, and her hands grasped Leyla sharply; Leyla felt her frenzy building.

Ondine suddenly clasped Leyla to her chest, and bore her swiftly from the center of the pool toward the border. A swarm of mermaids had gathered around them, and accompanied them. They approached the edge of the pool, and Leyla saw white marble stairs. Her body took on weight again, and she felt comforted to feel gravity as she settled onto the smooth surface.

She was still panting as Ondine climbed on top of her, parting her legs with her knee. Her eyes were wide as she gazed into the woman’s agate eyes, marveled at the golden skin, so soft, sparkling with drops of water in the gentle light. The mermaids floated and tittered, watching and turning graceful crescents above the water. She thrilled to hear Ondine’s voice ring in her ears. “You are my pet. You are my toy. You are mine wholly and only!”

As dead as Leyla had felt only moments ago, she now felt vivid, vibrant, alive, exultant and transcendent. “Do you love me?” Leyla turned away as she asked. She felt like her strength was swelling, not muscular strength, but an energy like light, coursing through her and animating her.

Ondine grasped her under her arms and brought her forward. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She kissed her deeply and brought her close. Leyla felt she might faint. She was pulled to a standing position, and Ondine took her hands. The goddess drew her back down to the steps, till they were standing waist deep, with the mermaids drawing closer. Ondine drew her close, and then bent her arms back, holding first one, then both at the small of Leyla’s back. Ondine raised an arm and lifted Leyla almost completely out of the water, turning her like a fish, displaying her to the mermaids.

Ondine spanked her breasts crisply with her free hand before setting her back into the water and on the marble surface. Still holding her wrists, Leyla felt her chest spread and her breasts jut out. She laid back into the water and Ondine drew her onto her lap. “Spread out your pretty little pussy for my friends.” The golden woman delivered sharp spanks with her free hand to Leyla’s thighs and breasts, hissing in her ear, “to whom do you belong?”

“To you, Ondine, to you and you only!” The spanks brought tears to her eyes, but shame fled as the desperate hunger pulsed through her. Her breasts swelled, and she felt she would burst.

Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2022/12/01/someones-at-the-door/

A Dish Best Served Cold, Ch. 2

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I woke in agony; my guts clenching with terror. Panting, I felt the sheets, twisted and sweaty. Was my conscience awakening, after all this time?

I felt for Francesca in the dark. “Babe, can you wake up for a minute?” I found her shoulder and squeezed it gently. She murmured as I switched on the light.

“What is it, Hermie?” She brushed her hair out of her eyes. She was spooning the soundly sleeping Dove, her gorgeous twenty-year-old intern, who we had been sharing that night. Francesca is a well-regarded video artist, currently being exhibited at the MOMA. She is using the videos of our sexual adventures for a future project, designed to be sent into space. I look forward to being a posthumous porn star, with future aliens jerking off to my pasty ginger ass. 

“I had the worst dream. Hellfire, laughing devils, I was being torn to shreds. I think I am feeling guilty. I never feel guilty. Was I wrong, fucking Carly like that?”

“Herman, you are a beautiful man who has had a terrible year. 2020 has been a drain. You have had so many overnights, double shifts, you get manic sometimes. Honestly? I think Tom and Carly were into the sex. I would have said something if I didn’t think so. You need to rest.” 

She had a point. Tom and I are pulmonary/critical care physicians at a major metropolitan hospital center. COVID has been so exhausting, physically, mentally, emotionally. We had lost colleagues, friends, neighbors, and worked ourselves raw. I was not the best version of Herman Sherman, MD. “It’s usually fun and games, what we do. This feels different.” 

“Wasn’t it something about the masks?” Dove offered, still half asleep. Dove was the daughter of one of my ICU nurses and a promising art major on scholarship to the best university in our region. Francesca had been the one to bring her into our lovemaking, first fucking her in the laundry room.

“It started with the mask disagreement. Lots of people have been eating during the conferences, and he went off on me in front of everyone. I get it; the masks are essential for stopping the virus. But I was twelve feet away from everyone, and those meeting go on forever. I was also really upset because I had to re-intubate someone who I had promised to get out of the hospital.” 

Francesca stroked my hair. “You use sex as a weapon. We get that. Everyone has a kink. Like you always say, ‘if we’re all getting fucked, we might as well enjoy it.’”

I have found medicine so frustrating as a profession. Knowing the exact right answer still meant little compared to the weight of human depravity and limited resources. Francesca got me into sadomasochism to allow me to express that anger in a self-contained manner. In lucid moments, I know I’m a narcissist and suspect I’m a sociopath. That said, I am trying to make it all work. There must be a balance.”

“Sometimes I think I want a war. I want an enemy to fight. Medicine is unsatisfying because you’re fighting someone who’s a victim, and there’s nothing to hit. It’s nobody’s fault, and I’m the one to picking up the pieces. We use manipulation to build up people’s egos and then pull the rug out from under them. We take advantage of their selfishness, loneliness, jealousy. We can fight and win without shedding a drop of blood.”

Dove yawned. “Herman, that video was totally hot. Francesca made me come three times while we were watching it. When you grabbed her by the neck and pulled her off your dick …” Dove bit her lip and moaned. I noticed the covers were rustling softly around Dove’s waist. I looked into Francesca’s eyes and grinned, then leaned over and kissed her on the mouth.

“You two, I’m turning over a new leaf. I’m not revenge fucking anymore. I want to reconnect with the intimacy and the sense of fun that I used to have. I spend way too much effort on mind games and manipulation.

“Babe, you really think they weren’t into it?” Francesca asked. Dove was quietly gasping now, likely finger fucked by Francesca under the covers.  “You could always just call and apologize.” She nuzzled Dove’s ear, and bit it, gently, whispering “darling, my husband is preoccupied with his newfound guilt and he’s ignoring your sweet little pussy. Let’s help him find it, shall we?” She reached down and pulled the blanket away from the nude Dove in a single motion. Francesca had three fingers inside her, fucking her briskly. She slowed down, shifted her arms, reached between Dove’s thighs, and firmly spread her legs apart.  

My mouth dropped open, watering. I had my boxers off to free my erect cock in an instant. I crawled over to them. “Dove, dear, your pussy is so tempting. But I’m afraid the woman of the house gets first dick.” The women giggled, and I put one hand down to test Francesca’s snatch. It was warm, wet, and open. I fit my cock into Francesca; after all these years, our privates know each other better than anyone. I grasped Dove by the waist, bringing her open pussy onto my lower abdomen and pubis, so that I was rubbing her clit and pussy as I fucked her boss.                                

Francesca was necking with Dove, and I stroked the young woman’s chest lightly as she undulated. There is something so beautiful about a woman loving another woman; I breathed and absorbed the vision. I could rub Dove’s crotch and watch the tremor of pleasure move through her. When it passed into Francesca, I felt her torque her pussy on my cock even harder.

I leaned down and suckled Dove’s small breasts, reddening and moistening them around their areolae. I gave Francesca a burst of power, fucking her harder and harder, and I pulled her tight to me, kissing her over Dove’s shoulder as the young woman was squeezed between us. When Dove was breathless from the pressure, and Francesca was breathless from the force. I slowed down and pulled out of her.                                   

“You bastard,” Francesca smirked at me, knowing my next move. I picked up Dove by her pink flushed hips and entered her. She gasped and breathed deeply, her eyes wide. I fit a hand beneath her back and lifted her off Francesca, who luxuriously pulled herself up to a crouching position. 

I laid Dove on the bed, and she obediently reached between Francesca’s thighs. Francesca situated herself, and Dove pulled her face into Francesca’s crotch. My wife grinned wickedly and licked her lips, and I pulled her in for a kiss as I began wildly fucking Dove. 

Francesca and I made out passionately as she ground down into Dove’s lovely young face. Dove matched the strength of my thrusts, strength she’d developed in years with the women’s lacrosse team.

The triangle that we made with our mouths and hips was so harmonious and exquisite. I could not last long, but it was Francesca who came first, purring and then moaning, finally grasping me around the neck and screaming into my mouth as we kissed. I shot young Dove full of come.

Panting, I slid onto the bed beside the sweat and pussy-slick Dove. She kissed me softly as Francesca crawled down to the floor. She grasped Dove’s waist and roughly turned her hips. Dove responded by flipping over. Francesca delivered a few brisk spanks to her ass.  “Get your mouth on my husband’s dick,” she ordered, my warrior woman.

Dove looked me in the eyes and took my wilted penis in her mouth, rousing my old soldier back for another adventure. I could see the crest of Francesca’s hairline behind Dove’s spread asscheeks, and I knew the slurping sounds I heard meant that my wife was sucking and swallowing my come from her intern’s pussy. Dove started to move her head and neck in rhythm to the slurps. I grasped her head and fucked her mouth and throat more forcefully. My cock was diamond hard.

Francesca stood and playfully smacked my hands away from Dove’s head, taking a handful of her thick hair to control the young woman’s cocksucking. With her other hand, she reached back and grabbed Dove’s crotch again. “Yeah, bitch, take it,” my wife grunted. Dove came hard, clenching and twisting her whole body. My cock loved every spasm of it.

When Dove was finished, Francesca rolled her off me, leaving me aching, twitching, needing release. Francesca stood over Dove’s nude form and crooked her finger, motioning for me. She slapped her ass and spread her asscheeks. I quickly was off the bed and behind Francesca, mounting and fucking her from behind with ferocious intensity.

Dove squeezed and kissed Francesca’s generous tits, basking in the attention she was getting. I grabbed Francesca by the wrists and pulled back as hard as I could, driving her face into Dove’s chest. She sucked on Dove’s tits and drove her ass back into me. Soon, I came again, releasing Francesca’s arms and spooning her on the bed as she clutched Dove. We were all tired, enjoying the glow of our closeness. I reached down, covered us with a blanket, and we fell asleep.            

The next day, I was in my office, reviewing charts electronically ahead of morning rounds. I had  a few minutes to spare, and called Tom. He was home on an admin day.

“Herman!” Tom cheerfully answered. “Great to hear from you! How’s life?”

“Tom, it’s great to hear your voice. Listen, I really don’t feel right about the other night. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. You didn’t deserve it. I know you’re phobic about germs, too. A few days before the dinner, I had a negative COVID test and a negative STD test. I had a vasectomy three years ago. I don’t blame you for being angry, but I had to talk to you.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. “Herman, could I ask you to give me a call back in a few minutes on the video conference? I’d like to bring Carly into the conversation.”

I sighed and told him I would. I bit my lip and died inside as I waited to call back. I tried to check more clinical data, but the numbers and words didn’t mean anything to me. I logged into my conference app and called him exactly five minutes later.

Tom answered, seated at his dinner table, with a big shit eating grin on his face. Carly rested her chin on his shoulder. “Herman, like I said, I’m glad you called! I got to tell you, I’m new man! Carly and I are like teenagers again, always making out and touching each other. We had talked about swinging a few times, but we didn’t know where to start.”

“And the germphobia! I feel so much less anxious about it now. I can handwash once without repeating it. I went to the grocery store without getting a panic attack yesterday. This is the greatest gift you could have given me! My therapist says she wishes all her clients could get their wives banged in front of them!”

They seemed happy. My head was spinning. “You guys are sweet. But I don’t deserve it. How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, we have to do it again! I’ll stick to seltzer this time, you old dog,” he chuckled. “Carly, show him your love note.” Carly blushed and stood up. Tom repositioned the camera and moved back from the table.

The young wife addressed me. “Hi there, Herman. You look terrific.” She squeezed her breasts together under her long t-shirt, thrusting them into my view. Then she stepped back and bent at the waist. She slowly skimmed her fingers along her legs as she moved upward, raising her t-shirt over skimpy maroon panties, revealing a message scrawled in lipstick on her taut abdomen. I leaned forward to read the words ‘HERMAN’S COCK HERE’ with an arrow pointing down to her pussy.

My heart was racing. I was rock hard, of course. I croaked out, “Carly, you’re incredible. Listen, if you don’t hold me accountable, I’m not going to learn my lesson. You can’t reward my bad behavior.”

Carly sat back on Tom’s lap and they kissed over her shoulder, his hand under her shirt, squeezing her tit. She tilted her head toward the camera and said, “Herman, if you want to be punished, I can do that for you.”

I coughed. Goddamn. “You two are wonderful. I have to go.” I ended the call and stood up from my desk, willing my erection to lie back down. How was I supposed to be a better person now?

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A Dish Best Served Cold

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It was a stupid disagreement. I was eating breakfast and drinking coffee during our weekly conference for my job. Tom, a co-worker was a notorious germophobe, and COVID was his personal apocalypse. He came up to me after conference and confronted me, in front of everyone: “Herman, you had your mask off during conference. You got to keep it on. You’re not even supposed to be eating in here.”

I lashed out; I should’ve held my tongue. But lots of people were eating, and he wasn’t even boss. He had no authority over me. “Tom, have you guys decided that there’s a no food policy in the meeting? No? Then don’t put your shit on me.”

He turned around and walked back to his seat. I was all fired up and walked out of there in a fire of furious rage. What the fuck? I couldn’t take an insult like that lying down.

Other people from my group called me to apologize on his behalf. He was a little rich boy, never been in a fight; others did his apologies for him. Days went by, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Finally, I was left with the only solution: I had to get his wife to suck my dick and film it. Fuck her in front of him.

I know, it’s not the simplest way to quit being angry at someone for acting like a prick, but I didn’t choose to be like this, I just … am like this.

I’m old fashioned; I still fuck women exclusively. Otherwise I’d figure out a way to sodomize him. It would be more direct, but I would have to settle for his wife, Carly.

I went online and studied Tom and Carly’s wedding pictures. You can read everything in a person’s facial expressions. I looked at Carly’s face, and saw what I needed. Her stiff upper lip, blank eyes and wide smile. The angles of her face. The sweetness, the barely concealed fatigue and frustration. Every look said: “You owe me, asshole.”

Compared to her, he was all softness. Quavering uncertainty, his will always failed. He didn’t have that killer instinct that rich boys needed to earn their father’s love. He was a second son, a disappointment, and he always would be.

I went to him and made a show of apologizing to Tom profusely. I made it abundantly clear how terrible I felt, and how I respected his bravery for enforcing COVID policies. I threw myself at his feet. I begged him to come for dinner with my wife and me. And to bring Carly, of course.

My wife, Francesca, is a tremendous cook. We bought several bottles of good red wine, and had steak, char-grilled to perfection. When they arrived, Tom and Carly were reticent to drop their masks at first, but they wanted to mirror our unmasked approving faces. The masks were pocketed quickly.

Tom relaxed in our company, bragging, laughing loudly, while Carly and Francesca chatted. We were all good friends now; any unpleasantness was in the past. Before long, Tom drank glass after glass of red wine and was heavily slurring his speech. After dinner we were in the living room talking. Francesca and I switched, so now I sat with Carly, and she sat with Tom. I could hear his voice dropping lower in register; I knew the wine was getting to him, and we refilled his glass whenever we could.

Carly found everything that I was saying hilarious. She could not stop laughing at my impressions of celebrities and the people from work. Finally, I started in on Tom. I imitated his germophobia, making him out to be Howard Hughes, with tissue boxes on his feet and jars of urine. Carly howled with laughter. When she leaned forward, I could through her decolletage almost to her navel. I put my hand on her shoulder and left it there.

Tom slowly turned his head. “Heyyyy…” he said, but he was too far gone to do anything. He slumped back into the couch, eyes wide, unmoving. He’d be a mute witness of the proceedings for long enough. Francesca rose from his side and came to me, kissing me tenderly on the mouth, absently stroking Carly’s throat and neck.

“Don’t stay up too late,” she whispered to me as she withdrew from me. She quietly left the room, with me and Carly close to one another. She would go to the computer room to start the living room cameras working to record all the events for posterity.

“I should probably call a taxi. It looks like Tom’s pretty drunk.”

“Just hold on a moment,” I said, and I drew her face to mine, inhaling her scent deeply. Her eyes were wide, frightened. She glanced over to Tom, still watching, not moving. I gently bit her upper lip and sucked on it. She shivered, and goosepimples appeared on her exposed chest. We kissed, and her sweet, sharp little tongue darted in and out of my mouth. She cradled my head with her hands, holding it for several moments.

She sighed and drew her head back, looking over at Tom. “I can’t do this,” she said. “I’ve only been married a year. My whole family was there. Everyone spent so much money. I can’t just go and fuck someone in front of my drunk husband.”

I took her hand and looked into her eyes. They were sparkling, crystal blue, intelligent and eager. Any fright they’d shown a few minutes ago had passed. Slowly, I drew her hand down to my erect cock. I let go and she didn’t move it. She licked her lips.

I pulled her close to me and we kissed. My hands were on her bare shoulders, unzipping her dress. She had a tight grip on my cock, working it up and down as she humped my leg. I unsnapped her bra and felt her warm, full tits in my hands, their nipples strongly erect.

She undid my slacks and released my cock, grasping it and looking into my eyes. I leaned toward her and whispered in her ear: “You see this cock? You are going to make it come harder and stronger than it ever has before.”

She started by kissing it on the side, running her mouth back-and-forth on it. Glancing from time to time at Tom, I murmured to her, “you have the most incredible smile, baby. I love the way you smile. Open up your mouth as wide as you can. Come on, wider. Let me see.” She complied; I put my hand on her chin.

“OK, I’m going to stick my fingers in your mouth so you start getting used to what it feels like. Yeah, OK, you see how when I push down, you drool a lot? That’s the kind of pressure you need to be putting on my cock.” She took the coaching well, bringing more and more of my girth into her small mouth. “That’s right, all the way in, slow and easy. Push me back with your mouth. Work your cheeks. I know you have more space in your throat. You can do a lot better than that. Push!”

Carly was now taking my cock like a pro, starting to bob up and down on it as she found her rhythm. I rolled my hips toward her while she gripped my ass tightly. My whole body shuddered; there’s nothing sweeter than a stolen blowjob.  

“Don’t forget my balls, babe. Feel them with your hand, kiss and rub them on your cheek. Take the skin and just hold it between your teeth, just a little bit. Nice.” It was incredible to watch her, so gorgeous with her face shining with spit and pre-come and her broken husband in the background. I ran my hands down her heaving chest. “Let all that drool just wash over you, Carly. It’s not gross, it’s not disgusting, it’s what I want. Yeah, get it all over your face, all over your tits.” She complied and laughed, rubbing the fluid all into her skin. I hoped the camera was getting all this.

I needed to slow down before I came. I grabbed her by the throat and her eyes went wide, instinctively giving my cock the most delicious pressure. “Stand up,” I commanded, pulling her head off my cock. “Get naked.” She complied, discarding her sleeveless dress and bra while I kicked off my shoes and shucked off my pants. I stood and walked to her, unbuttoning and dropping my shirt on the couch.

She was trembling in an adorable pair of pink panties. I embraced as her and gripped her ass tightly as she relaxed into me. “Pink is my favorite color,” I breathed into her ear while she clung to me. I looked over at Tom, mouth open, erection tenting his slacks. “Someone’s having a good time,” I chuckled, drawing Carly’s attention to his cock. She giggled. “Get those fucking panties off.”

Carly slid her wet tits down my chest as she brought her panties down her thighs, past her knees and down her calves. She stepped out of them, giving my jutting cock a quick kiss as she stood up. I was ready to devour her. I wrapped her in my strong arms and lifted her, rubbing her wet quim on my cock. Carly humped me furiously and it slowly entered her. She kissed me, sucking my tongue with hungry intensity.

I countered her weight, thrusting into her. As I tired, I slowly sank to one knee. I gripped her hips and coordinated our move to the carpeted floor. Now she sat across my lap, driving and twisting her cunt against my rock-hard cock. Carly moaned and panted. I grinned and slid my hands across her sweat and spit-slick tits. She worked herself into a frenzy, squeezing my biceps and shoulders so hard I had to tap her forearms to ease up. I’d have bruises tomorrow.

Her panting and her pussy’s squeezing increased their tempo; she came with a loud, jubilant “yes!” I kept fucking her as she crumpled to my chest and hugged me. I kissed her softly; tears were rolling down her face.

“Stay with me, Carly, you’re doing great.” I stroked her back and sat up, gently bringing her to her feet. I led her over to Tom’s crumpled form and turned her to face him. I entered her from behind and guided her hand onto his shoulders. We regained our rhythm, and she humped back on me as I fucked her, faster and faster.

Tom’s eyelids were heavy but aware. “Tom!” I grunted. “Make yourself useful! Lick your wife’s clit while I’m fucking her, will you?” I patted him on the cheek, then gave him a light slap. Tom lazily stuck his tongue out, and I pushed Carly’s ass towards him. She moved her mons towards his mouth, and soon the three of us were in synch. “With gusto, Tom, gusto!” He needed a lot of encouragement.

My orgasm came, fierce and strong. I clung to Carly’s tits as I spurted, leaning into her and pushing her further into her husband. She moaned; I idly wondered if she was on birth control. I felt I had another jism still in me, so I pulled out and shot all over her back and Tom’s face. My resentment and anger faded as my heartrate slowed. I sank to the couch next to Tom, cuddling Carly’s nude form on my lap. She stroked my hair and rested on me.

After a few minutes, Francesca appeared in the doorway. She was in her bathrobe and had a satisfied smile. She walked over to us and handed me my folded pajamas. “I called a taxi for Carly and Tom,” she said. I nodded.

Francesca picked up Carly’s clothes, then patted the drowsy young wife on the shoulder. Carly compliantly followed her to the bathroom to wash up.  

I rubbed my eyes and squeezed Tom’s thigh. “Buddy, it’s over, taxi’s coming. You need to be going.”

Tom blinked his eyes and felt the come on his face. I dressed; the smell of his wife’s pussy hung heavily in the room. He stood, unsteadily, and looked around. Carly had reappeared, dressed, with her coat on, holding Tom’s. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Herman, man, I’m so sorry I was rude to you, man. I feel terrible.” He was still slurring, but seemed genuinely repentant.

“Listen, rich boy. You may be able to buy anything, but you can’t buy fucking backbone. Don’t fuck with me, all right?” I brushed some of my come off his cheek and wiped it on his shirtsleeve. “Now get the fuck out.” He turned, joined Carly at the door, donned his coat, and shambled to the waiting taxi.

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2021/01/05/a-dish-best-served-cold-chapter-2/

June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 5

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Today hadn’t turned out like I’d planned. I was eating out the nude Leyla, and Hilda was lowering my panties down my ass. “Hey,” Leyla said to me. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me while you’re fucking me with your mouth.”

I looked up and met her eyes. She gave me her million-dollar smile and grabbed Hilda by the lapels of her blazer, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Hilda’s thick fingers pressed deep in my throbbing snatch. I felt waves of pleasure course through my abdomen, up to my tits. I arched my neck and drove my mouth further into Leyla’s pussy.

Leyla’s nimble fingers had quickly shucked Hilda’s jacket and blouse off her powerful shoulders. She undid the clasp in the front and released her large pale breasts. Leyla kissed down her neck and chest, then leaned forward to suckle and stroke. Hilda moaned, and twisted her fingers in me, increasing her pace; I torqued my hips back onto her hand. Leyla reached beneath me and cupped and pinched my breast. I hung my tongue out of my mouth and lapped at her sex hungrily.

Hilda’s uncharacteristically girlish giggle rose above the sounds of sucking. “I never realized how tiny you were, June. The two of you here, now; it’s a fantasy for me: two tiny bitches at the same time.” Hilda gave my naked ass a rude slap, and I leaned into Leyla’s snatch harder, nuzzling against her mound and prompting her to run her fingers through my hair.

Leyla asked, “Hilda, did you have anything to drink? I feel like we should be celebrating.” Hilda nodded and moved away, toward the refrigerator in the security office.

Leyla gripped the hair in the back of my head and pulled me up to her. She kissed me roughly and ran her finger along the length of my neck. She pulled her mouth back and bit my lower lip. God, I was turned on.

She pushed me toward a nearby couch, where I sat, submissively. She sat down next to me and put her thumb on my mons, rolling my clit once she found it. “Hey, take your fucking clothes off. I’m not going to be the only one naked.”

I looked down at my naked crotch, and realized I still had my blouse on. She motioned for me to stand. “Do it slow and sexy.”

I did my best to do a strip routine while already bottomless and covered in pussy juice. I stood, arched an eyebrow, and rocked my hips as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. “Promise me you’ll fuck me hard, Leyla.” I thrust my chest out as I discarded my bra. She giggled and took my hips, guiding me onto her knee. I rolled my cunt back and forth on her thigh as we kissed, more tenderly than I’d had for a long time.

Hilda sheepishly cleared her throat to announce her return. We looked up at her. She presented a magnum of champagne.  “Left over from the banquet,” she explained, as she undid the wrapper and released the muselet. POP! The cork was out, and the fizz overflowed.

“Those were $150 a bottle,” I sniffed, still pulsing my crotch on Leyla’s thigh as she played with my tits.

“Then you should enjoy it, June,” Hilda grinned as she tilted the magnum toward my mouth slowly. I opened wide, and the ice-cold fizzy sweetness dripped into my mouth, down my chin and my chest. Leyla greedily sucked the drink from my neck and chest and smiled up at Hilda.

“Give me that bottle and get naked, then get your ass in here,” she ordered. Hilda complied, stripping off her slacks and g-string in two quick movements. Leyla fed me some more champagne and sucked it from my mouth before I’d fully swallowed. She gripped the side of my head and neck and whispered in my ear, “bitch, lay down on the couch.”

I slid off her lap and onto the couch as Leyla put her crotch in my face, pinning my hands beneath her knees. “I remember something from when you were hypnotizing me. Didn’t you say, ‘you are subject to my gravity, beneath me, permanently less?’ How did that work out for you?” She laughed and poured iced drink down her chest, drizzling through her full bush and into my waiting mouth. Never had it tasted sweeter than now.

Hilda ran her hand down Leyla’s back and kissed her softly. “Look what I found by the fridge.” I looked up to see a huge black dildo hanging from a harness. They cackled, and I clenched my pussy in anticipation. Hilda stepped into the straps and secured it to her hips. “Remember this, June,” she said, presenting the dildo to me. “Your employees are going to be the ones fucking you from now on.”

As if on command, Leyla started fucking my face even faster. I wondered how long it’d been since she’d had her pussy eaten by a woman. I pulled her plump little clit between my lips and sucked, bobbing my head back and forth. I hummed a little tune to myself and goosebumps leapt across her creamy, tan skin. She let go of my arms, and I gripped her voluptuous asscheeks.

Leyla’s glowing nude body blocked my vision, but I felt my pussy being fingered; Hilda was going to work. My legs were lifted and spread across her muscular shoulders; the strapon opened me, slowly at first, gently. Hilda drew my ass even with her hips, and the sound of slapping flesh filled the security office.

My mouth and fingers were in overdrive. I snaked a finger into her juicy pussy and fucked her for a minute before settling on that round squishy pad on the front inner surface of her cunt. “Oh my god!” Leyla shouted. “Yes! Yes! Fuck!” She leaned back to thrust her crotch further into my mouth and hand. Hilda’s powerful arms wrapped her from behind, squeezing her soft tits. Leyla turned her head to the side, and they kissed passionately.

Hilda lifted the magnum of champagne, pulling back from Leyla and taking a large swig. She fisted the neck of the bottle to dribble some into Leyla’s mouth, before pouring the rest of it down her chest, into my waiting mouth. She discarded the bottle and rubbed the sticky liquid into Leyla’s chest, pinching her tits. She reached down to my head and fingered through my sweat and champagne damp hair, then grasped my head and drove me further into Leyla.

I could feel my orgasm building. I wasn’t going to be the first to come. I put my full strength into the fishhook and started yanking on her g-spot with as much force as I could muster. I bared my teeth to gently bite Leyla’s clit. She gave a deep moan first, followed by quick panting. “God, oh god, fuck, fuck!” I tasted the sweet warmth of her squirting. She was mine.

With that off my mind, I couldn’t hold back my orgasm any longer. I bore down on Hilda’s rubber cock, swiveling my hips so I could get it more and more in contact with my clit. Leyla slid back on my chest to plant both hands on my tits. Our tongues entwined; I grabbed a handful of her shining black hair and pulled her tighter into my mouth.

When I came, it was so hard and deep, my whole body shuddered. I screamed into Leyla’s mouth, and she kissed me sweetly. Tears welled in my eyes. This was so much more intense than when I got myself off. It was such a change to be surprised by my employees, my kittens.

Hilda pulled out of me, and we shifted positions, sticky with the champagne. I fucked Leyla from behind with the strap on while she ate out Hilda. After we came again, we finally collapsed, exhausted and happy.

I found another bottle of champagne in the fridge and brought three flutes over to where they lay in each other’s arms. They sat up and took the flutes, smiling; they both looked wrecked, with hair and makeup smeared with sweat, come, and champagne. I must have been a fright myself. I was really happy, for the first time since I could remember. I toasted them. “To my new partners: together, we’ll fuck the whole world!” They drank and applauded.

Prior installments:

Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/20/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-1/

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/23/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-2/

Chapter 3: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/24/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-3/

Chapter 4: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/25/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-4/

June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 4

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The moment that Leyla heard the trigger phrase, I could see a change come over her. Her trembling stopped. It was replaced with a slow, undulating wave rippling from her back to her hips, her buttocks and thighs.

“You bitch, are you going to stick it in or are you going to make me beg for it?” Leyla sneered.

Hilda, ever the seasoned pro, seemed caught off guard by the change. “Uhhh, I am just searching your head now, ma’am.”

“Well, go nuts, hot shot. Listen, you never told me your name. If we’re going to be intimate like this, I should at least know your name.”

“It’s Hilda, ma’am.”

“Call me Leyla from now on, all right?” She slowly put one knee up on the table, and then the other, folded her hands under her head, flexed her hips, and thrust her ass up in the air. 

“Could you sit up for me?”

“You do a lot of strip searches with body cavity inspections as a security guard for a cosmetics firm?” Leyla smirked as she pushed herself up and arranged herself cross legged on the table, facing Hilda, looking in her right in the eyes, her pussy spreading. 

“I do enough. I’m going to inspect your scalp now.” Leyla leaned her head forward, and Hilda ran her gloved fingers through Leyla’s long dark hair. She moved her neck and shoulders sensually, biting her lip and closing her eyes. The skin on her chest reddened, and I could see her nipples harden. My god, she was a virtuoso.

Hilda leaned closer to her, and Leyla breathed, in a throaty stage whisper, “you look really tough, but I bet you’re a great kisser.” Hilda jumped back.

“What… What makes you say that?” Hilda‘s hands were out to the side, as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

“I see the way your lips move when you’re happy or angry or sad. You’re sensual and emotional, and you think you hide it from the world because you don’t move your eyebrows or your eyes. But I see it.”

“Have we met before?”

“Just because we haven’t talked doesn’t mean I haven’t seen you. I’ve worked here for almost a month now. I see you every day at the front desk, and I see you when you check the offices at the end of the day. I’ve seen you interact with the delivery people and I watched when you dealt with those drunk guys at that banquet last week. You’re very confident and self-assured. But you don’t want anyone to know how much you feel and how much you want to be seen. We’re alike in that way.” 

Hilda’s voice broke with emotion. “Thank you. I just, I just…” She caught her breath. “I feel invisible a lot of the time. You’re just so gorgeous and you have everything, and I didn’t think you knew who I was.” Her eyes became even bluer as they filled with tears. 

Leyla sat up and crossed her legs on the table. She seemed unconscious of her nudity. She raised her hands and gently stroked Hilda’s face on both sides. She drew her face close, and they exchanged the gentlest first kiss that I’ve ever seen.

In my secret cubicle, I was torn. I have my legs spread, two fingers deep inside myself, and my shirt open, cupping and squeezing my tit for all it was worth. But I felt like my heart was growing, and I had all these feelings for both. Was I crying? Fuck.

I watched the sweetness and warmth of the kisses, gradually slid my fingers out of my pussy, and sat up at the desk. I had to end it. We were conditioning Leyla for our own purposes, and this was not the plan.

I used the microphone to call into Hilda’s earpiece. “OK, tell her ‘Ruby.’ You have to shock her and make her scared, so she’s turned on but doesn’t understand why.”

Hilda didn’t respond. She embraced the shorter woman with her massive arms and pulled her in tight. I repeated my command; Hilda didn’t budge.

Time for the big guns. I got the microphone from under the desk and turned on the room’s loudspeaker. “Ruby.” The word echoed. There’s no way anyone in the security office missed it.

I watched Leyla and waited for the change. I knew she had heard the word, because I saw her jump slightly when she heard the noise. But now she was unbuttoning Hilda’s shirt and kissing her all over her neck and chest. Fuck!

 

I straightened up my hair and fixed my blouse and skirt. When I opened the door, Hilda had Leyla on the table, fingering her pussy and sucking on her breast. Leyla’s face was a portrait of celestial peace and joy. I admit, I was jealous.

“Shut it down, shut it down, that’s enough. Hilda, take the rest the day off, Leyla, I think you should explain yourself.”

Hilda jumped up and bowed her massive head. She buttoned her shirt closed, then reached back and fixed her braid. She folded her hands solemnly.

Leyla propped herself up on her elbows, looking me right in the eye. “Well, well, well. The empress has no clothes. Thanks for joining us, June, you ready to party?” She arched an eyebrow lasciviously.

My mouth was watering. I really, really wanted to say yes. “I have to say I’m disappointed, Leyla. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately, but stripping in a business meeting and then fucking my security detail breaks so many of our company policies that I don’t even think I could keep you if I wanted to. So, what’s the deal here?”

Hilda shuffled to the door when Leyla commanded her: “Don’t you dare open that fucking door! Sit your ass down and wait till I tell you what to do.” Hilda’s eyes went wide. She looked at me for a long moment and then at Leyla. She then went back to the table and sat down on one of the chairs.

I shook my head. “Goddamnit. Fine, Hilda, I’ll deal with you later. Start a multi-million-dollar global company, hire the best people, take care of them, and this is the thanks I get.”

Leyla sat up from the table and stood, her shoulders square, her hair down and flared around her head, like the halo of an avenging angel. God, her tits looked amazing. I tried to focus. I stared her right back in her eyes.

She walked towards me slowly. I pronounced the release phrase again and again, but she wasn’t stopping. “Ruby, Ruby, come on, Ruby.”

Leyla laughed. “Are you looking for your ruby slippers, so you can say ‘no place like home?’ Nice try.”

I shook my head. “Are you immune to hypnosis?”

“I guess I’m just less susceptible. It’s kind of like being drunk. You can’t make yourself less drunk, but you can sober up if you really need to.”

“Well, whatever. You’re still fired.”

“Do I smell pussy on you, June? I think I do. I was in a sorority in college. Is that what you do? Sit in the back room with a bunch of cameras and watch everyone fuck each other in the stairwells? Watch me get myself off in the locker room? Kind of pathetic. Illegal, too.”

Now it was my turn to blush. I backed up. “You can’t prove anything.”

Leyla put her hands on her hips like she was Wonder Woman. I swear, you would’ve thought I was the one who was naked. “No? You might not know this, but my fiancé works for the FBI. He had his lab analyze your handkerchief when I came home slurring my speech. He said it’s doped with a powerful sedative hypnotic that’s designed to be deployed intranasally. He said it’s considered a controlled substance, and possession of even five milliliters constitutes a felony. Now, if he raided this place, do you think that he’d find any of it? And if he had a search warrant to go through your building, do you think he’d find mirrors, hidden cameras, microphones, thousands an hour of hours of surveillance footage? I bet you even have a filing cabinet with a bunch of souvenirs and evidence of all the times you’ve done this before.”

Hilda’s mouth was open so wide a fly should’ve landed on it. I was so fucked. I got played by a twenty-two-year-old sorority girl. “Fine, you win.” I shook my head. “What do you want?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Partnership, lifetime employment, pay back my student loans, corner office.” Her smile was so bright I wanted to put sunglasses on.

“Done. I’ll have my legal people get the paperwork together, you give me back that handkerchief, and we sign a nondisclosure agreement.” 

“June, if we’re going to be in business together, I think we need to have mutual trust. Now you have all kinds of footage now with me in various compromising positions. I have no intention of breaking up with my fiancé.” With that, she dipped to the floor and picked up her engagement ring, setting it neatly on her ring finger.

“You can have all the masters of the footage I recorded. You can have the files. I’ll dismantle the surveillance.” 

“That’s just not good enough, come on, June. There is no way that I can be sure that you don’t have a copy somewhere. No, I think we should just depend on the fact that you have this blackmail on me.”

“What do we do then?”

“I have to fight fire with fire. I think the only thing that we can do is shoot porn with the three of us here, and Hilda and I get to keep that in a safe deposit box as insurance against retaliation.” It was like all the air got sucked out of my lungs. Who did she think she was? She motioned to the floor. “Get on your knees and crawl to me, you fucking bitch.”

Hilda had already gone back to my cubicle to make sure that the recording was on. I stepped out of my shoes, kneeled, and started crawling on my hands and knees over to Leyla. She cupped my chin triumphantly as she planted a foot on the chair, spreading her pussy in front of me.  “All you executives are just talk. When you have a naked woman with her pussy in your face, you’re just as scared as anybody.”

She shoved my head roughly into her bush. I inhaled the musk and started laughing.

Hilda was behind me, pulling up my skirt and yanking my panties down my ass. “What’s so funny?”

I sat on my heels for a minute as Leyla stared down at me impatiently.

“I’m just really proud of you. I’ve been playing this game for so long I didn’t even know what it meant if someone else won. I guess this is what that means.”

Leyla chuckled and pushed my head back into her crotch.

Chapter 5: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/12/06/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-5/

Series to date:

Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/20/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-1/

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/23/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-2/

Chapter 3: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/24/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-3/

June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 3

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Leyla stood and frantically tugged at the hem of her skirt. All heads in the room turned toward the door as the security guard entered the room.  Hilda’s stern profile quieted the titter immediately. Leyla covered her chest with her arms as Hilda overshadowed her.

Hilda was my favorite member of the security detail; she was point guard for her NCAA college basketball team, and I’d recruited her personally. More than six feet tall, she kept her long blonde hair coiled in a tight braid atop her skull. She was every inch the Valkyrie her name suggested, with ice blue eyes and fair complexion contrasted by her black pantsuit. She covered Leyla’s shoulder with one huge palm and escorted her from the room.

I slipped on an ear pod to kept tabs on their conversation while they walked, patched through to the microphone in Hilda’s lapel. While they took the elevator to ground floor security, I took the stairs to my private monitoring station in a shaded, enclosed cubicle just a few feet from where Leyla would be debriefed.

I listened to Leyla ramble: “Oh my god, I can’t believe that happened. That’s never happened before. You have to believe me. This job means everything to me. I admire everyone that works here so much, especially June, she’s been my hero for years, even since high school. I can’t lose this job, please, can I just call June and apologize right now? I don’t have my phone. Where’s my phone?”

My cubicle afforded me multiple angles to watch their approach to the enclosed security office. Hilda maintained a firm grip on Leyla’s tricep. Leyla had fixed her skirt, but her blouse remained untucked, held in front by a few haphazard buttons she’d managed to secure. She hadn’t retrieved her blazer.

Hilda kept her silence as they entered the empty security office; she shut and locked the door behind her. Leyla was led to a dark corner of the office. Hilda pointed at a low table. “You are to remove every article of clothing and place them in a pile on the table. I will watch you closely, and then I will examine your person. If you are carrying any illegal material, such as drugs, and you attempt to hide or destroy them, you will be terminated and remanded to police custody.”

Leyla’s mouth hung open. She put her hand on the table, as if to keep from toppling over. “You mean I’m not fired now?”

“I cannot speak regarding the HR process for this incident and any future decisions about your status with June Loos Cosmetics. I can only advise regarding my role as security specialist and our security policy as it applies to erratic behavior which is suggestive of drug and/or alcohol intoxication. Rest assured that this will be a professional search. If you would like to surrender your drugs to me now, I can take them from you, but I will still need to examine you.” Hilda removed a pair of extra-large latex gloves from her jacket pocket, shook them out, and began stretching them on.

Leyla shook her head. “I have no drugs on me. I’m certain. Not in my pockets, not in my underwear, not in my pussy and not in my asshole.” I grinned to hear these vulgarities escape her prim mouth. I slipped my hand into my blouse to tease my nipple as I watched. I should have brought popcorn.

“Ma’am, I’ll restate my instructions one more time if you haven’t understood them.” Hilda’s firm mouth didn’t waver by a millimeter; she was truly unflappable. I reminded myself to give her a raise.

Leyla stepped out of her tall high heels and placed them on the table. Without them, she was several inches shorter than Hilda, exacerbating their difference in power. “Do you have a right to do this search, legally?”

Hilda fingered each pump roughly, tapping on the insoles and knocking the toes together to listen for a hidden compartment. “Ma’am, you may review the forms you signed when you accepted the offer of employment at this company if you’d prefer, but I want to get on with this.”

Her blouse was quickly opened and draped across the table. Leyla hesitated, as if deciding whether losing her skirt or her bra would be more humiliating. She chose her bra, and her breasts defied gravity as she surrendered it. Breasts are incredible; even though I see them every day, they’re new each time.

Hilda’s stoic face betrayed a coy grin as she turned the blouse inside out and shook it. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”

“We’re not married yet,” she sighed, taking off her engagement ring and putting it on the table. She unclasped her skirt at the side, releasing a lovely heart shaped ass. I had my skirt hiked to the waist now, running my fingers along my inner thigh. She sat down on a nearby chair to take off her sheer stockings.

“Can I ask you a question, ma’am? Are you pretty good at sucking dick?” Leyla’s eyes widened in shock as she stood, clad only in sensible white panties.

“What was that?”

Hilda stretched the stockings in her powerful hands. “I’ve never done it, myself. I just wonder. You’ve got pretty full lips, but you’re so tiny. I just wonder what kind of guy you could even deep throat. Come on now, get your panties off. I have to search your person now.”

Leyla’s whole body was shivering now as she inched the panties down, revealing a full, dark bush, sculpted. I rubbed my clit through my panties and wondered if she was Italian. She mumbled, “I guess I’m OK at it.” She handed Hilda her panties. Hilda brought them to her nose and sniffed deeply.

“I don’t believe you. Bend your ass over the table and let me check you.” Leyla didn’t move, petrified by Hilda’s lecherous turn.

“Let’s go!” Hilda shouted, slapping a hand on the metal table. Leyla jumped, and flung herself across the table, knocking her clothes and ring to the floor. I switched to the overhead camera to look at her welldefined shoulder muscles and the curve of her neck. And her ass, of course.

Hilda ran one gloved hand down the line of Leyla’s spine, and bent over her. She whispered into Leyla’s trembling ear: “Rascal.”

Read the next chapter, Chapter 4: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/25/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-4/

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/20/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-1/

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/23/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-2/

June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 1

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Leyla was a new hire, newly graduated, and this was her first job in the “real world.” When I first saw her in my office, I knew she was going to be mine. She had cascading waves of lustrous dark hair, which fell ever so delicately against her chin. Her neck was long and slender. Her features were delicate, as if sketched by an ultrafine pencil. Despite their definition, her lips were full, sensual, red. I wanted to touch her, to own every inch of her skin, to make her come so hard, fierce, and screaming.
I was, and am, a self-employed businesswoman, manufacturing and marketing a boutique line of pheromone-based cosmetics. The name “June Loos” is known the world over for what our products do for our customers. “The Love Potion for the 21st century,” as our boxes claim.
“Mrs. Loos, I’m so excited to be working here! This is like a dream come true,” she gushed as we shook hands. A flush had crept into her cheeks, one that I appreciated, and expected would be a sign of things to come.
“It’s ‘Ms.’, dear, but you can call me June. I’ve never been married. Don’t really believe in it. Surely that ring on your finger doesn’t mean that you…” I pursed my lips and watched her eyes widen.
“I’m engaged!” She thrust her wrist forward to show me the bauble her ring finger carried. “My boyfriend proposed when I got this job!”
I laughed and covered my mouth. “How wonderful for you, dear. I’m sure he’s a lovely man who appreciates what a unique and talented individual you are. Leave the date with my secretary, and I’ll be sure to send a gift.”
“He’s …” her face hardened, and I knew I had struck a nerve. “He’s been very kind to me and my family. We don’t see eye to eye on everything, but I think we have a good relationship. We don’t have a wedding date picked out yet, but I know we’ll agree on one soon. I’ll be sure to let your secretary know when we have one.”
“Now, I’ve gotten far too personal, Leyla, I apologize. Let’s start over. What are you most excited for working for our company?”
“I majored in marketing in college, but I love botany and chemistry. I think that the relationship between humans and plants is so interesting, and I’m just thrilled to be using all of those skills here at your company!”
“In that we are of one mind, Leyla. Humans have parts of their brains that are much, much older than anything modern science has come to understand. With our products, we influence people in ways they can’t begin to account for. I look forward to us working together.” I locked my gaze with her, and she smiled. I held it for longer than she was comfortable with, and her smile began to waver. Finally, she broke the gaze, and looked away.
Then, her face contorted into a look of horror as she clapped a hand over her nose and mouth; she sneezed! I quickly pulled my handkerchief from my pocket to give to her, the one I’d specially dosed with our Yoni compound, derived from plants first cultivated on the isle of Lesbos. She gratefully took the handkerchief and wiped her face, cleaning the sneeze and inhaling the compounds, soaking them into her mucus membranes. I pictured the Yoni traversing her nasal turbinates, effervescing up to the olfactory cortex, and delivering the payload of dopamine, oxytocin, opioids, and serotonin that equaled an irresistible love connection, dramatically retuning her brain’s chemistry, and leaving her vulnerable to the hypnotic triggers I was about to implant.
She fixed her gaze upon me, dropping the handkerchief to the floor; her jaw opened, and her shoulders slumped. She was mine. My (all female) office staff continued their work around us without a pause. They’d seen this routine before. “Leyla,” I slowly intoned. “my sex kitten. You will become sexually excited whenever I or one of my managers comes into the room. You won’t understand why. When you hear the command phrase ‘Rascal’, you will forget everything that is happening around you and devote all your energies to pleasing whoever you are with sexually. Whatever they ask, you’ll do. If they don’t ask anything, get creative, but stop at nothing to turn them on.”
“Leyla, you are permanently less. You are dependent on me for your life. My whim becomes your imperative. If I forgot you, you would die. My heart pumps yours too. My absence unmoors you. You float high above the ground, immaterial, until I make you real. Had you a life before you knew me? Impossible.” Her eyes were fluttering back and forth as she listened, like she was in REM sleep. This is always my favorite part.
“My authority is the breath in your lungs. If I did desire it, you would suffocate. Your gravity is controlled by mine. Subjected beneath me, shadowed. You are mine forever; even if you killed my body, still I would persist; I live inside you.”
“When you hear the word, ‘Ruby,’ your memory and consciousness will revert to your normal Leyla personality. You won’t have a single memory of any encounter, and any details which might clue you in to missing time, like a lost bra or sticky pussy, will be explained away by some excuse your brain will make, like, ‘I forgot to wear a bra today!’ or ‘did I not wash well enough this morning?’ If we give you any memory of what you do between ‘Rascal’ and ‘Ruby,’ it will be our choice. Now, resume your normal life and work.”
Leyla’s eyes slowed and she began to blink and return to awareness. She picked up the handkerchief from the floor to return it to me, and then drew it back. “Thank you for the handkerchief. I’ll wash it and get it back to you.”
“No need, my dear,” I said as I clasped my hand on her shoulder. “Keep it as a memento. Now, it’s been terrific to meet you, and Diane can take you to your desk.” I motioned to where Diane was seated, and she guided Leyla from my office. I retired to my private work area in the rear of the office and began my day.

That afternoon, I took my seat at the surveillance monitors I maintain for myself. I own the building, and the contractors were all close friends. Everywhere in the building is wired like a sophisticated recording studio, a pet project. In the fitness center’s locker room, there are cameras behind the mirrors, in each showerhead and soap dispenser, within each locker, and scattered throughout the room. There are microphones embedded in the paper towel dispenser, the sink, countertop, benches, and lockers.
When Leyla was hired, she was especially excited by the free gym access and personal lockers that the job provided. My cameras captured her entry into the locker room, which is empty. I wanted to see how her new programming was progressing. If things were going well, she should be out of her mind with sexual desire right now, without any understanding why.
She set her heavy bag on the bench and went to the sink. The water ran over her hands and fingers; she mutters to herself as she rinsed them without soap.
She lets the water run for a few minutes and rolled her neck back and forth, raising her shoulders up and down. She opened her mouth wide, like a lion, and lolled her tongue back and forth.
She took a paper towel, used it to turn off the water, and dried her hands with it. She dropped the wet wad in the trash and walked back to her locker. She unbuttoned her suit jacket slowly and shrugged it off her shoulders. She folded it vertically and arranged the sleeves so they could be folded as part of a square. She regarded herself in the locker mirror, examining her eyebrow raise, the inside of her nostrils, and the bags under her eyes. She undid the tie in back of her hair and let it shake out widely, massaging her scalp and humming to herself. She then sat on the bench to remove her shoes, placing them neatly in the locker.
She began to slowly unbutton her shirt, revealing her lovely pale cleavage beneath her starched white blouse. She pulled each tail from her skirt, shedding it like a second skin. The humble, simple white bra was quickly discarded. She checked the door and paused, waiting for an intruder. She stroked her hands down her torso, grinning as her nipples erected themselves on her angelic breasts. She bit her lip devilishly and dropped her skirt in a heap on the ground, quickly shucking off her stocking socks in a second. She eyed the skirt for a moment as her fingers dipped down her abdomen, just below her navel and approaching the treasure. She broke the movement and quickly retrieved and folded the skirt atop her pile.
She stood before the bathroom mirror, trembling in anticipation, and stealing glances at the door, waiting for interruption. She briskly tucked her thumbs on either side of her g-string and pulled it off. She sat back on the bench and tilted the locker door mirror toward herself. She cupped a breast with one hand and her crotch in the other, beginning to slowly squeeze and gyrate. She puts two fingers into her mouth, closing her eyes and bobbing her head like an act of fellatio. Spreading her legs wide across the bench, she arched her back and thrust her chest upward. She then extracted her glistening fingers and applied them to her sex, running a hand along the length of her neck, encircling it, squeezing gently. A quiet murmur escaped her lips, captured by the microphones.
She rotated her hips against her hand, increasing the pressure, and grabbed her breast hard; the skin visibly reddened under her grip. Now her full form was tense and twisting in ecstasy at her debauch, and she begins to audibly pant and gasp as the orgasm broke like a wave across her.
I watched her body pulse and writhe, and she slowly calmed, gathered herself, and went to shower. Everything was going according to plan.

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/23/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-2/