A Taste for Pussy by Deborah the Cowgirl

Karen was my boss at work, and from the first time I saw her, I had to have her. While a pussy may be the source of a woman’s pleasure, I believe that the face is the source of her beauty. And Karen’s face was magnificent. Most women seem to comment about the softness of another woman’s body and breasts, but that wasn’t the seat of my fascination with Karen.

Her face was defined by hard angles. A sharp nose and thin delicate forehead provided the relief from her poignant, piercing blue eyes. Her tiny little mouth and lips served to direct more attention to her perfectly triangular jaw.

Don’t get me wrong; she was quite a dish below her neck as well. You could tell she was a Tennis buff because everything about her was thin, round and firm-especially that round delicious ass. As with most athletic women, her breasts were not large, but small and firm peaches whose points could often be seen through her bra and shirt. Her legs were well muscled and she had a habit of pleasing the whole office by regularly wearing a miniskirt to the office. Other women may have been soft, but not Karen.

In other stories I have talked about the foolhardy lengths that a man will go through to pursue a woman (see “Cageless Captivity”), and it wasn’t until I met Karen that I really began to sympathize with the hunger that most men must have for a beautiful woman. I guess I described her so carnally because that was exactly the way I felt for her.

My lust for her was the kind that would induce spontaneous daydreams. Of course, for me the daydreams were very naughty fantasies like chaining her to a post and spanking her bare ass in front of the entire company, or circulating a memo about how she had whimpered when I had violated her ass the previous evening.

When she walked through the room my eyes would follow her ass and it would make my mouth water and my nipples stiffen. To me her tits, ass, legs, mouth and pussy seemed to offer a myriad of new sensations, feelings and possibilities. Her compact muscular body would be both pleasing to touch and observe, but delicate enough to really enjoy dominating when the time came.

The fact that she was my boss only feed into my already well developed love of role reversal. I would dream of tying her down spread eagle and lying in between her legs so that I could watch her face as I forced pleasure and pain upon her. I wanted to roll her clitoris around in my mouth, nibble on it, tongue it, suck it- fuck I wanted to own it. With that goal in mind I set out to study my prey patiently as a true predator would.

Strangely enough, my heightened awareness of her caused me to immediately notice her general unawareness of me and everything else that surrounded her. She seemed to walk around in the haze that one does when one is constantly preoccupied.

I could tell from the slight downward curve and the corners of her petite mouth that she was not thinking about things that she really liked to reflect on. Even as my boss she hardly seemed to take much notice of me other than to dole out an occasional assignment. This of course, only made her more mysterious to me and served to heighten my desire for her.

I didn’t have to wait long for my opportunity. Our company sponsored a monthly job performance review where we would meet with our superiors one on one and discuss how things were going. She really didn’t have much to say other than she thought I did a good job and keep up the good work. Then she asked me if I had any issues I wanted to discuss.

“Well Karen,” I said. “I am glad to hear you think I am doing a good job. I was worried because it seemed to me that you were hardly taking notice of my performance. It’s just that you seem a bit preoccupied, is everything alright.”

My question was meet with a long sigh. “Yea,” she said, “everything’s alright… I mean… Well kind of. Let’s just say I am having some man troubles.”

“Well Karen,” I said, “why don’t we go out to a bar after work and we can discuss it. You know, a girls night out.”

She looked down for a second as if to decide how vulnerable she wanted to make herself, and then back up at me. “Hmm. OK. Come get me at five.”

I made a pathetic attempt at being productive the rest of that day, but like an adolescent schoolboy fixated on his new crush, Karen was all I could think about. Images of Karen and my plans for her body put me in such a state of arousal my panties stayed moist for the torturously long hours leading up to five o’clock.

***

We meet at a bar not too far from work, and for the first hour conversation was pretty bland. In fact, it was boring, and I couldn’t help but thing how much more interesting a conversation it would be if she had a gag in her mouth. It wasn’t until the drinks started to kick in that she really started to open up to me and let me know that interesting details: she had recently been dumped by a guy recently and was pretty upset about it. I listened attentively as she filled me in on all the details.

“I don’t understand myself,” Karen said. “I didn’t even like him that much. I never had had a good time with him, never laughed at any of his stupid jokes. Shit, I never even had a good orgasm, why am I so hurt that his is no longer in my life.”

I tried to maintain my face as a mask to pure empathy and concern, but hearing Karen mention to the word “orgasm” caused my mind to wander to thoughts of her tied spread eagle to my four-poster bed. She looked up from her monologue of woe to see my face affixed with a quaint happy smile as I relished my private S&M moment. Her immediate pause at looking at me forced to snap back to my mask of concern.

“I’m sorry to hear about that,” I said in a sympathetic tone as I inwardly loved the fact that I had just been given Carte Blanche to discuss her sex life in vivid detail (as girls are prone to do). “So the sex wasn’t good for you?”

“Wasn’t good? It was horrible! Jesus, the man never knew what foreplay was. For him it was all, disrobe, thrust, come, dismount, and shower. Most boring sex in all my life.”

“Well,” I said trying to figure out my next move. “This sounds like a relationship that is better forgotten. What say you and I drink ourselves into oblivion.”

“Actually,” Karen said as a coy smile crept across her face, “I try not to drink too much because it leaves me with a terrible hangover. How about you and I go some place private and light up a joint?”

As my mind processed her statement and the implications it might have for my seducing her I felt warmth pool in my tummy and make it’s way down to my crotch. “My place is close to here,” I said not believing how easy this seemed to be going for me. We got into our respective cars and she followed me over to my place. She was a helpless insect entering the parlor of a sexual spider.

I have never been much into drugs; I seem to get my most intense experiences from S&M. So when Karen produced two marijuana cigarettes from her purse, I instead recommended that we just share one at a time. This way I could take an occasional puff as she took drag after drag. Both Karen and I were working towards the same goal of getting her stoned, just for different reasons: she to forget, I to seduce.

Over the next hour I listened to Karen’s increasingly incoherent ramblings about men, work, her family, and whatever else came across her drugged up mind. I started at her body as I listened to her talk.

The drugs had Karen feelings pretty good and she clearly seemed comfortable with me as she came back from a trip to the bathroom with her blouse unbuttoned all the way to her cleavage. The drugs and my close physical proximity to her had whipped my desire for her to a fever pitch, and my mind was racing through all the fantasies she had started in recently. I was determined that she would not leave my apartment unviolated.

My nipples were tingling like faint static electricity as I wondered if my grabbing her head and forcing it to my chest was an acceptable way to end the conversation. My eyes made their way over all of her body but mostly I couldn’t help but just staring continuously at opening of her shirt where you could just make out the top of her beautiful tits. As she started her second marijuana cigarette I brought the topic back to sex.

“So you never came with you last boyfriend?” I asked.

“Well,” she said meekly, “I felt good on occasion.”

“Feeling good. hmm. I’m not quite sure how to interpret that. Does that mean you came or just felt good?”

I could tell she felt a little embarrassed by the topic, and I felt more excited by making her feel vulnerable. Once more I realized that my dominant nature was enjoying making her feel a little uncomfortable. My nipples started to form definite points in my blouse as I relished her awkwardness.

“Well, I came a couple of times with him- it was okay.”

“Hmm, compared to previous orgasms it wasn’t anything special then?”

She started blushing as she said “Why are you so curious about my orgasms?”

Seeing the redness of her skin only encouraged my behavior, and my arousal. I stood up and went to the kitchen to get two glasses of wine as I said, “Because an orgasm is the most intense pleasure we tend to experience in our lifetimes as women. And if you having good ones then that indicates that you either never had mind blowing one and just don’t know how great they can feel or you just aren’t proactive enough in seeking your own pleasure.”

I poured two glasses of red wine and came back to sit closer to her. “I am a big advocate for women enjoying themselves. Heaven knows life is hard enough on us as it is,” I said as I sat next to her and gave her a glass.

“Besides, when I was a teenager I would practice kissing and things like that with other girl friends to make sure I was ready to be with a man. Talking about orgasms with other women just seems natural to me,” I said as my eyes looked deeply into hers.

We just sat there for a couple of minutes staring into each other’s eyes and sipping wine. I am sure that she could feel that the sexual tension that charged the situation as strongly as I could, and I knew that she was trying to decide how far she wanted to go with this.

“Hmm, I can’t say I ever practiced kissing with other women, much less other ‘things’.”

“Well maybe that’s your problem Karen,” I said as I slowly ran my fingers through her hair. “No one knows a woman’s pleasure like another woman. Maybe that’s why you don’t know how amazing orgasms can be.”

I could tell that I was once again making her uneasy, as she broke eye contact and started to look off into nothing. I moved my hand slowly from her hair down to her jaw line and gently moved her head back to face me. Her look was intense, passionate, but sad. “I’m not sure we should do this, we work together and all.”

“Well I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” I said mischievously as I began to lean forward put my face closer to hers. As I got closer to her, she tilted her head and closed her eyes in silence acceptance of what was about to happen. Our first kiss started slowly, but the pent up passion of the evening soon had our lips parted and our tongues swimming around each other hungrily.

I knew that I had to move slowly for fear of losing her, but that my desires where screaming for more sudden and violent commencement. At the promise of finally getting to satisfy sexual need for this woman, my pussy began to ache and demand attention, but that wasn’t the worst of it. As a sexual dominant I was used to engaging in sex entirely on my terms, and my instinct was to take this woman know and force my desires onto her. But again, I knew that both of these desires would have to wait till for the right time. There would be plenty of that later, I promised myself.

I reached a hand around her and brought her straddle of me as I sat on the couch, our mouths locked the entire time. Our kisses went from long and deep to shorter, faster, and more desperate as our hands flew to each other’s blouses. Quickly I unbuttoned the remaining buttons (having to fumble for a few seconds with the ones on her sleeves), removed her blouse and then the bra underneath.

I had spent weeks visualizing exactly what her body would look like naked. Having her perfectly shaped tits finally exposed to me was ample reward for my efforts as they were more beautiful than I had imagined. Our kisses deepened and began to imply much greater underlying need as I brought my hands to gently cup each of her breasts.

I caressed the soft skin of her breasts lightly, playfully rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Then I broke lip lock with her and put one of her breasts in my mouth, not sucking it, but gently massaging it with my tongue. As I did so, Karen brought her head back and I heard a moan escape. I alternated attention to each of her breasts for quite some time.

Not only did I want to build her desire before I began to touch her pussy, but possession of her naked chest was a prize that I had longed after for quite some time and did not want to relinquish easily.

The delicious smell of her sex told me when it was time to move lower. I slowly let me left hand flow down to her knee, under her miniskirt, and back up to her crotch. The combination of her loud, low moan as my hand finally reached her pussy and the fact that her panties were sopping wet let me know that this was something she wanted as much as I did. Her moans grew louder and more frequent as my hand started to massage her clitoris through her soaked cotton panties.

Unfortunately, Karen was enjoying the experience as opposed to reciprocating any of the pleasure I was giving her, and my throbbing pussy was demanding attention. In a way it was new experience for both Karen and I: it was her first experience with a woman and it was one of my first experience with having to put my own needs second.

After years of aggressive BDSM sex, my pussy was entirely unaccustomed to having to wait it’s turn. And while I do relish new experiences, I wanted to get down to business as quickly as possible.

I rolled Karen back off of me, stood up, and lead her to the bedroom. There we proceeded to slowly remove the remainder of each other’s clothing. Part of me wanted to continue to take things slow and go down on Karen and bring her to orgasm that way, but I didn’t think I could do a very good job as hungry for satisfaction as my own body was.

So instead I reached into my toy drawer and removed my favorite double dildo, a pure silicone rubber one which joined two phalluses at more or less right angles. When Karen saw what I returned with I could see a brief look of apprehension cross her face, but she was too in the moment to back out now.

I sat at the foot of the bed and inserted one of end of the dildo into my swollen pussy, which immediately sent a wave of pleasure over me in gratitude. Then I had Karen once again straddle my legs, but used her legs to keep her from sitting on me so that I could position the business end of my dildo more easily. Our naked breasts rubbed together sensuously as we resumed kissing, and I brought both of my hands to work on her dripping womanhood.

First I inserted one finger, and then a second as my other hand gently massaged her clitoris. Her breathing became quicker and more intense as she closed her eyes and began concentrating on her own pleasure. When took my hand out of her and brought her hips down so that head of my silicone rubber dick rested just outside of the entrance to her pussy. We let out a mutual scream of pleasure as she lowered herself onto it and forced the dildo deep into both of us.

My hands went to guide and move her hips as she wrapped her arms around my shoulder and we began the soft and steady rhythm of fucking. This was another new experience for both of us since most of my prior experience with this dildo involved humiliating and penetrating my male slaves. Using my double dildo with the intent of giving mutual pleasure required a bit more control than the brutish plunging I was used to, but Karen’s grunts of pleasure let me know that she had no complaints.

As our orgasms built closer to a climax, she moved her hands from my shoulders to cup them under my thighs. This allowed her to pull herself down onto the dildo on the down stroke and drive the dildo deeper and harder into both of us, our tits vigorously rubbing against each other, and our mouths closed over one another all the while. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in pleasure fucking like that.

As she neared orgasm, I felt compelled to indulge a bit of my dominant instinct and I began biting her lips and tongue instead of kissing them. As we reached the peak of our intensity and Karen began crying out in pleasure, I bit harder and let myself go blissfully over the edge.

When it was done, Karen and I laid in each other’s arms silently stroking one another. “You were right about having an amazing orgasm,” she cooed. “I. I am really thankful for all this, but I don’t want to make things awkward at work.”

What Karen didn’t know was that my plans for her weren’t finished yet. While I had had her sexually, I still wanted to really explore more of a S&M relationship with her.

“Don’t worry about work, there is nothing like sexual tension to increase productivity,” I said softly as I lay thinking. Having her was wonderful, some of the best sex I had ever had without any S&M. But my mind kept trying to calculate how to move things further. We continued to lie there silently in each other’s arms for quite some time.