Working for aunt Stella – Part 2 [ff][inc][fdom][huml]

Aunt Stella didn’t do her yoga in the living room that weekend. In fact, I barely got to catch any glimpses of her ass. But on Sunday at the dinner table, she wore the sluttiest black dress she could find. She had an excuse, a business meeting or some such, but I knew she was wearing it to tease me, and it was working. Every so often during dinner, she would stare right into my eyes and cause my underwear to get just a little bit wetter. I only hoped mom didn’t notice my squirming. Eventually I had to excuse myself.

The next day, my aunt woke me up earlier than I’d risen in months. My vision couldn’t really focus but I heard her call my name. Then I realized she was standing at the edge of my bed, facing away from me. She was completely naked, looking at me over her shoulder. Very slowly, she bent down and picked up something on the floor which I couldn’t see, exposing her voluptuous ass. Then, ever so slowly again, she lifted a black pencil skirt and zipped it up. I hadn’t even noticed but she also had her white blouse in her hand. She proceeded to put it on without looking at me.

“As you can see”, aunt Stella said, “I’m going commando today. As I often do.”

I bit my thumb in anticipation. She smiled and left my room without another word.

The car ride was a blur. I was too scared to make a mess on her front seat, so I couldn’t look at her. I hadn’t had time to masturbate either. I tried thinking about butterflies and puppies. It was all I could do to keep the image of her beautiful, goddess-like body out of my mind. I could see in the corner of my vision that she had left way too many buttons undone. Just when I was about to give in and look, we arrived at our destination. I heard my aunt snicker almost imperceptibly.

Fast forward to the office. It was much classier and warmer than I expected. No artificial lighting, no cubicles. Must’ve been suited for about 50 people. Many employees seemed to have closed, private offices. My aunt did, at any rate. I didn’t really know where she was on the “boss” scale, but she was up there.

As a boss, she felt the need to show me off to all my colleagues like a new acquisition. I didn’t say too much but I tried to be polite. Of course someone had to ask if I’m shy, then I turned red. At least we got that out of the way. My aunt looked at me somewhat possessively. I wasn’t sure if it was all part of some joke but her stares started to turn me on. I tried not to think about the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear during all this. She winked at me and I blushed. It’s like she was reading my mind.

She barely had to signal a few men and off they went to install my new desk. Evidently, I would be sitting outside her private office. I was supposed to be her assistant, but judging from the desk’s placement I would be more like a receptionist… or eye candy?

After the men scattered, my aunt/new boss came over to talk about my role:

“Congratulations, little brat, you’ve earned your place as my new assistant. How do you feel?”

“I… I feel good. A bit nervous I guess. I still don’t know what this really… entails.”

“Oh that’s simple. You have to do everything I say. (*She had such a devilish grin…*)”

“ Hahah, not *everything* I hope!”

She looked at me with unexpected intensity: “Every. Thing.”

She was bending over my desk at this point. I couldn’t help but steal a glance at her cleavage. Mmph, I could see her nipples… She laughed:

“You’ll have to be more subtle if you don’t want to get caught… And punished. But seeing as there’s no one around…”

She grinned and confidently looked left and right. Then, quickly, she exposed both her breasts for the briefest moment. I was in shock, and so was my pussy. She hid them again before I could say anything.

“Well, that settles this conversation. Take some time to get situated, I’ll send you some instructions later on. Remember, whatever you do, don’t get caught.”

She winked and went on her way, taunting me with her shapely ass.

Over the next few hours, I started getting used to my new surroundings. Thoughts of this morning flashed through my mind as I attempted to make my emails work. And as I watched the orientation video, the image of her perky breasts seemed seared into my mind; it overrode whatever boring thing I was looking at. It was probably not that important anyway, right?

My aunt’s recent words floated in my mind: “Go ahead sweetie”, “don’t get caught”, and most importantly: “Every. Thing”.

As if on cue, I received an email from her. My heart started beating faster.

For the third time today, I was simultaneously shocked and turned on as I opened her message. There were no words, just a picture of a girl I didn’t know… She was blindfolded, and naked on what seemed to be my desk, with her legs up in the air. She seemed to be enjoying herself greatly as two feminine fingers penetrated her. It didn’t take me long to recognized my aunt’s hand.

This was an unprecedented level of teasing. Obviously, it was working all too well. I discreetly sent a hand down there to assess the situation. Oh boy. It was a good thing that *I* had put on some underwear, because they were soaked through and through. I looked down and saw a wet spot starting to form on the outside of my jeans. Shit shit shit. This wouldn’t do.

I went to the bathroom as fast as I could, trying to look inconspicuous. At least there was no one in there. It was almost luxurious, but I didn’t pay much attention as I entered a stall and closed the door.

I pulled down my pants and panties, and started frantically rubbing my clitoris as my cum dribbled out of me like a fountain. I felt so perverted, which made this even hotter.

I heard the door to the washroom opening, and the elegant sound of Stella’s stilettos clicking towards me.

“Open the door,” she ordered.

“But.. But I’m…”

“Open it!”

I complied meekly, still half naked. This was extremely embarrassing to say the least. I tried to hide my shame by closing my legs.

She would have none of it of course:

“Open your legs.”

I complied slowly. Thank God I’d trimmed my hair yesterday, this was the first time Stella was seeing my cunt (as far as I knew).

“Keep doing what you were just doing.”

My clit felt huge at this point. The entire area from my ass to my navel was warm and tense. I looked away and resumed masturbating.

“You’re a slut, you know that?”, she taunted.

“Y-yes auntie…”

“I’m your superior and you shall address me as “Ma’am”, understood?”

“…Yes ma’am.”

I had a hard time forming words at this point. Embarrassment and incestuous lust were mixing up inside me and somehow my twisted mind was getting off on it.

“You come here, at work, just to expose yourself to me. You’re just a fucking whore. Are you ashamed, whore?”

“Yes ma’am, I’m… I’m very ashamed… Oh Gooood I’m ashaaamed.”

“Look at me in the eye and say that again you filthy excuse for a whore.”

I forced myself to submit to her gaze as I felt a powerful orgasm building up.

“I’m… ah… I’m… I’m so a-ashamed…”, I moaned.

“You disgust me. Finish up before I gag. Finish it. **Now**.”

“Yes ma’am I’m… I’m…. FUUUCCCKKK”

The sounds of my own voice and wetness faded away and my vision narrowed to just my aunt’s eyes. It was all I could do not to stare away as my pussy twitched and contracted me to an insane level of ecstasy. For a moment, I couldn’t think at all, but I still opened my legs instinctively, showing off for my aunt at the height of my depravity.

The waves of pleasure slowly faded away. I came back down to reality, slightly worried. How loud had I been??

A few seconds passed before my aunt broke the silence: “Well then, back to work.”

I stayed as I was, in stunned silence, while she left. I quickly attempted to clean up and put everything back on. I took a look in the mirror before leaving the restroom: I was flushed as all hell and my hair was slightly undone. Oh well…

I tried not to look too horny (or paranoid) as I shakily made my way back to my desk.

I quickly saw I had a new email from Stella. All it said was “open the drawer”.

I did as she instructed: Inside the velvet-lined drawer I found a wet, buzzing vibrator.

Oh mercy… This would be the hardest, most fun job ever.

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