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Withering Ivy: Chapter Fourteen
🕑 Added 2023-07-24 15:05:29 +0000 UTCThere was a part of me who enjoyed the busy days. Everyone rushed around like the world was on their shoulders and I just watched. I remembered feeling anxious and nervous about all that had to be done and accomplished...now I just ate my pudding with the correct spoon. Grace was very adamant about my table manners improving, she would make me put the silverware in its rightful spot, tie my back to the chair with a tie so I couldn't slouch, and make me poor tea. "The idea of eating dinner around a telly with microwaved food." She shuttered. "Disgusting. We will not have any of that here. Especially with guests." She tapped my shoulders again the remind me to sit straighter. "And stop eating all of the sweets. Amelia will have my head."
Watching my glass of homemade pudding slide away I sighed. Grace was on edge, I wasn't sure why. She said it had to do with preparations for the guest but I just couldn't understand that logic. Grace was a perfectionist who prided herself on the state of the house, her phone going off for arrangements I didn't know needed to be arranged while a maid service came in and out. "Of course, we want to work with you darling, it's just the schedule that's the problem." She spoke into her phone. Waiting for her to turn away I reached my arm out as far as possible trying to get to the sweet treat. It was so close, my fingertips barely skimming the glass before a hand slapped mine away.
She sent me daggers before placing a cup of water in front of me. My eyes rolled as she picked up from our training session and continued her conversation with what I thought was a florist. I didn't care, and I didn't care about the guests like everyone else. I'm sure they were important just like the man I met before but all I had to do was be good and look cute. I fit into that role well. And I was beginning to enjoy it a lot more than I thought possible.
Grace's voice faded as she went down the hall and I was alone with the tie still around my shoulders. I thought I was alone at least until a mug was placed down in front of me. Amelia Winslet the cause as she smiled down at me while she slid her jacket off. "Training I hope?" She asked throwing the clothing down onto the table. Grace would yell at her later for that.
"No, this is how I always drink water." Taking a sip I found myself unable to say anything else as my cheeks reddened. Her eyes looked me up and down with a grin plastered on her face before she came behind me and took off my restraint.
"Why don't you come with me? I have some calls to make but I could use to company." Ms. Winslet didn't give me much of a choice. She left her things and began walking us down the house where she waved at a maid cleaning the staircase. Her aura was contagious, I was lucky to be the one following her upstairs. "How has your day been pretty girl?" She opened the door for me and left it ajar as she waited for my response. Her office was covered in real wood and papers. Of course, it was all numbers. I didn't understand her job at all.
"It was good," I said. My linked hands comforted me as I watched her sit down at her desk. "And yours Ms. Winslet?" I'm not sure why that came out so formal but I knew what she liked. Her smile was approving as she played with one of her rings.
"Bloody tiring, everyone and their mums decided to go on an outing the same day as me." She threw her head back and I swallowed the knot in my throat that caught when I examined her neck. "Everything aches and I feel so tense." She peeked an eye open and I smiled at her knowing what she wanted. Her way of asking for what I would assume is consent was silly to me. I had been on edge for the last couple of days unable to feel satisfied. Grace had left me at the edge of climax and Amelia had been so busy I couldn't have asked for it even if I felt like I could. "Maybe you could come to rub my shoulder for me."
Walking behind my master's desk I placed my hands onto her shoulders. She made sure she was facing me, her eyes watching me as I stepped closer to rub with my thumbs. "Can you go down a little?" Her lip curled as I went to her arms. "More." I stopped at her hands. "A little more love." Getting onto my knees I placed my hands over her dress pants and rubbed what was hidden inside. I felt it hardening, I could see the outline now and was able to trace it with my fingers. Ms. Winslet didn't say anything about how slow I was going, she only watched me.
When I became bored of tracing the outline I unbuttoned her pants and took out the swollen dick, I wasn't sure how they worked but it seemed like the longer I toyed with her the bigger it got. It almost pulsed in my hands to show me its excitement as I ran my hands around the shaft and onto the head where I let my finger feel. I of course had seen Ms. Winslet before but I had never been able to study it before. I never thought I would find one so...pretty? But I did. Maybe it was because at the end of the veiny dick, there was a stunning woman with a chest that tried to stay calm, she had unbuttoned the top of her shirt and was reaching under her bra to play with her nipple while I took my time. Her lean stomach came into my view as she raised her shirt a few inches to get a better look at me.
"Almost as big as your face isn't it?" She must have been proud.
"How do I hold it?" I asked in return. Her hands guided me as to how she liked me to grasp her member.
"It's different for many, that's just how I like it." She said. Her Patience really shone as she watched me struggle with the method she tried to teach me. I hoped it felt good to her, I couldn't tell until there was just a little white that leaked from her tip. "Pre-cum" she said. Her hand reached for a napkin until she felt my tongue take care of it. It wasn't my favorite flavor but I didn't mind it. Especially when I saw the look on her face when my mouth opened and I placed her inside.
"You don't have to do that." She whispered. "I know it was hard for you last time." Her hands grasped the sides of her chair as she watched me.
"I want you to be able to use me," I whispered, my eyes sincere as I looked up at her disappointed That I could only reach halfway down her shaft. "I know you want to use my mouth."
"I can teach you." She answered softly. The wheels on her office chair squeaked as she rolled back to give us more room. "Get closer to me." I was situated perfectly in between her legs. The desk covered us all as she stroked herself a couple of times. She even petted my hair and moved it out of the way before she nodded at me to start. I took her with my left hand and put her into my mouth, careful not to hit her with my teeth. As soon as I felt like gagging she eased up and nodded again. "That's ok, gagging is just your body reminding you to breathe ok?" She pushed herself back in after I took a breath in and she pushed herself all the way in. It felt like my airway had been filled but I pretended to just hold my breath. When she pulled back out I coughed and breathed. "Good girl, every time I pull out a little you use that time to take a breath in. I'll be slow."
"What about when you go too fast?" I wiped my mouth with my arm and coughed again. "You get excited sometimes."
"Then you hold your breathe and take it." Her one raised eyebrow fell with the smile that followed. "Turn around." I did as I was told, the back of my head in her hands as she had me lay back as far as I could. Her arms held me up as she got out of her chair and down to her knees. I'm sure she didn't imagine us to be on her office floor but her moans reminded me she didn't mind. She pushed herself inside my throat and used her fingers to feel the bulge that showed through my neck. She did this a few times and I did well only coughing and gagging a couple of times, my face messy with slobber as ran her dock over my hot skin.
I continued to please her with my mouth and hands even when her phone rang. She answered but didn't say much as she listened to the person on the other line. Her eyes glued onto me as she pushed me into her and wouldn't let me move. I couldn't be bothered to hear what she said, I only did what I wanted. I was enjoying every minute, I even reached down and felt my panties soaking with excitement. She noticed too and hung up shortly after. She sat back in her chair and had me stand up in front of her. "Take it off, Ivy." She commanded. Her own pants fell to her ankle as she got comfortable. "Sit down on me."
I was scared I would be too heavy but she proved that wasn't the case as she picked me up and threw me over her. Her excitement made her dick have a hard time finding me as I hugged her and waited. Once it entered I didn't have much time to take it in. Amelia immediately started bouncing me up and down. She was hugging me towards her so I couldn't move or even help grind. She did it all herself as she thrusts up faster and faster. She was moaning into my ear and growing louder by the second. My eyes had almost missed the reflection in the window of the ajar door where Grace stood. The shadow of her hands pumping on her own dick matched the Rhythm Ms. Winslet went. I didn't know if it was real, maybe it wasn't even her.
"Fuck me." Ms. Winslet whispered as she leaned forward. Her arms held me tight as she only thrust one last time into me. Her load flowed into me slowly as her closed eyes stayed shut. Her hands ran over the curves of my body and made sure I stayed down so that nothing could leak out. The shadow finished too, Grace came into her hand and breathed in deeply before leaving. Her blonde hair left me smiling KNOWING it was her.
"Bend over the desk. I'm getting another call but I want you ready when I get hard again." Ms. Winslet said. Her deep breaths gave her away as she took her phone and answered with a kind "hello." Her fingers pushed any cum that leaked out back inside.
