Anne was the typical corporate CEO. Single and in her early 40s she was medium height, with brown hair and hazel eyes, slim from a combination of personal training and carefully crafted diet plans. She was always wearing designer clothes that made her look her powerful and feminine simultaneously, accentuating a smaller bust that wasn’t app to sag over the years with an ass that was the desire of many. Full and sumptuous, she knew people admired it as she walked by, and had often used the distraction to her own advantage.

She had fought hard for her place at the table: long hours, throat cutting colleagues, few romantic relationships, and lecherous managers. But she endured and now as she stared out the window of her office, she noted with some satisfaction her predecessors office was three floors below hers.

A knock at the door and her secretary Catherine entered. She had been Anne’s secretary for 8 years, ever since Anne had interrupted a former employee trying to get handsy with her. Anne had not only had the man fired, but quietly arranged for security to give him a reminder about keeping his hands to himself. In many ways she opposite of Anne, her quiet nature at odds with natural fiery red hair. Petite and curvy, no bra or outfit could hide her massive chest or round ass. She dressed as conservatively as possible, usually sweaters and skirts with a pair of glasses either on her nose or hanging from the chain around her neck.

Catherine was slavishly devoted to Anne, matching her hours, taking care of her day to day needs and making sure her schedule ran smoothly. She kept Anne’s secrets and acted as her eyes and ears, using the grapevine of the secretaries to head off potential conflicts or issues.

“It’s five ma’am,” Catherine said her voice its normal calming tone, looking at her tablet, “You have to go over Mr. Drake’s program schedule and your personal trainer will be in the downstairs gym at six for your workout. You also have a dinner reservation at eight with two senior partners from the Tax firm. I recommend the swordfish.”

Anne looked over at Catherine with a sigh, “Thank you Catherine. How important is it I go over Drake’s crap today?”

“Not,” replied Catherine with a smile, “I already reviewed it and left several notes. You can review it in the morning.”

Anne shook her head with a smile. “I don’t know why I ask anymore.” Walking over to her massive desk she hopped up and perched on the edge. “In that case I have a 45 minutes. Catherine, come here, I need some release.”

Catherine smiled. Reaching behind her she locked the door then walked to the desk, placing her tablet on it as she approached. As she stood in front of Anne, eye to eye, a flush came to her cheeks. Spreading her legs and hiking up her skirt, Anne revealed her black lace thong and thigh highs. Slowly lowering herself to a kneeling position, Catherine looked up at her boss.

“How would you like your release ma’am?” She asked quietly, expectantly.

Anne thought for a second. This had been going on for years, Catherine providing “release” through her mouth, her hands. Sometimes Anne would have her bend over the desk and spank her, or slap her massive chest while pulling her hair and whispering insults into her ear. Sometimes she even opened a lockbox in her desk containing a strap on she could use. Anne didn’t consider herself a lesbian or even bisexual, but something about having control and domination over her submissive secretary always calmed and focused her.

Anne finally spread her legs wider, placing a palm behind Catherine’s head and guided her to her pussy. Catherine’s hand pulled the panties to the side as her mouth opened and gave Anne’s pussy a devilish french kiss. Anne’s head lolled back as Catherine’s tongue began to lick and tease her hole before beginning to assault her clit.

Catherine was in heaven. The first time she had serviced her boss, it had been an almost accident. Both of them drunk at the office Christmas party, they had snuck off with a bottle of champagne to Anne’s office, which had been much smaller then. Catherine had crushed on Anne since she had first met her, watching her stroll through the offices with that amazing ass and alpha energy. Out of the blue, fueled by boozy courage, she kissed her, snaking her tongue into her mouth. Anne had been stunned, but not nearly as stunned as when Catherine had silently pulled down her pants and went down on her, triggering an orgasm of such force Anne didn’t know it was possible.

Nothing had happened after that, and Catherine was sure Anne would just ignore it, pretend it never happened. It wasn’t until almost three months later, when Anne had called Catherine to her office telling her to shut the door. Anne looked nervous, an emotion that Catherine didn’t know was possible for her. But in her best boss voice, staring her straight in the eye, Anne said, “Catherine, I need some release.”

Now Catherine happily ate out Anne. She knew all the ways to trigger her boss. She could give her an orgasm in under 5 minutes or delay it for hours. Best of all though was when Anne got sick of waiting and forced Catherine’s face or fingers deep and used her as a sex toy. For now though, Anne seemed perfectly happy to let Catherine devour her, running her fingers through her red hair and whispering encouragement.

“You know what you haven’t done for me in a while?” Asked Anne as she looked down at her secretary. Grabbing Catherine’s hair, she pulled her up looking at her with wicked desire. Sliding off her desk, Anne turned over, hiking up her skirt and pulling down her thong. Laying down over her desk she moaned, “Eat my ass. Tongue fuck my hole like the submissive bitch you are.”

Catherine didn’t need a second invitation as she dove her face into Anne’s ass. Anne groaned in pleasure as Catherine’s tongue licked her asshole, tasting the outer ring, teasing her and then sticking her tongue deep into her dark hole. Reaching around she grabbed Catherine’s hair and ground her ass into her.

“That’s it, eat my ass,” she hissed, “Put your fingers in my pussy and make me cum.”

Catherine smiled to herself and slipped her thin fingers into Anne’s wet pussy. Anne’s moans were instant as her hips started moving involuntarily against her submissive’s fingers and tongue, desperately alternating between getting each of her holes toyed with.

As she felt Anne getting close, Catherine sped up. Finally, with her tongue shoved deep in Anne’s asshole and two fingers pressed against her G spot, she made her boss cum. As she came she kept her grip on Catherine’s head, grinding herself against her, extending her own orgasm.

Catherine was in heaven, feeling the pulsing of Anne’s pussy around her fingers as her tongue could feel her asshole spasming in orgasmic pleasure. She rarely came during these “release” sessions instead going home to replay the encounters while she furiously masturbated. It didn’t matter though, her submissive side loved it, craved it. To serve such a dominant and beautiful woman was what she felt was her life’s work.

Anne finally calmed down, but lay there for a minute , basking in the post orgasm glow but eventually decided it was time to continue real life. Standing up, she pulled her thong back up and her skirt down. Looking at her watch she saw she was right on time. Catherine stood up, and adjusted her sweater and glasses.

“Thank you Catherine,” Anne said, her normally demeanor already back, “I’m going to my workout, finish up what you have and head home.”

“Thank you ma’am,” Catherine said, turning to leave. Anne reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to her. Seizing her cheeks in her hand, Anne shoved her mouth against Catherine’s, tasting her own pussy and ass on her secretary’s lips. They kissed deeply, tongues touching and wrapping around each other as they moaned into each other’s mouths. Secretly this was both their favorite part of their “release” sessions, the reconciliation and reestablishment of real life.

As their kiss broke Anne walked out, leaving Catherine standing in the office. As she heard the elevator close, Catherine pulled her own skirt up, and smelling the remains of the delicious musk of Anne’s pussy began to finger herself, proud of her subservience.