Dominating the Boss 29

Umi gazed down in shock as her newest friend grabbed the strings of her bottom. “Tiffany,” she gasped, but the sexy redhead ignored that in favor of giving a tug, freeing Umi’s body from the oppressive grasp of her last piece of clothing. 

“Come on, girl,” she moaned seductively even as she put her hands on Umi’s thighs and forced them wider. “I’m already doing the hard part, what’s the harm if you provide some visual assistance to help me. It’s not like it makes a huge difference, right?” 

“R-right,” Umi stammered, lacking the confidence to reject such a statement. Technically, Tiffany was right, and whether she kept the remaining half of her bikini on didn’t really matter, but, that was only under the condition that we didn’t push even further, which was almost impossible to believe. 

Luckily, Umi was, thanks to the combined weight of the pleasure she was feeling and her natural naivety, one of the few that might believe it enough to keep her from protesting against such a move. 

And that was all a woman like Tiffany required. “I knew I could trust you,” Tiffany moaned playfully as she pushed her head down once again, but this time, her hands stayed on Umi’s thighs, caressing her soft skin repeatedly. 

It was the perfect assistance for the lingering kisses I had been delivering to her neck, turning her body limp with pleasure, her arms dangling on the side, revealing her unrestricted beauty for my eyes, begging me to take the last step.

But I kept myself back. 

Not because I was afraid Umi would change her mind — she lacked the strength to reject the call of the power — but to properly enjoy the process. So, I cupped her breasts again even as my lips reached to her shoulder, enjoying her confused moans even as she froze at my touch. 

Though, that state of stillness didn’t last long. A girl as innocent as Umi had no chance against the endless pleasure from the double-assault she was receiving, let alone the exotic location she was experiencing those feelings in. 

“Delicious,” I murmured while I switched shoulders, my fingers busy memorizing the spectacular details of her breasts, each second making the moment more precious. As she shuffled, her naked ass rubbed against my stomach, sending shivers through my body. 

I closed my eyes because I wanted to enjoy the process even more, but it turned out that my partner-in-crime had other ideas. Umi let out a gasp a couple of minutes later, which coincided with the time Tiffany was not dealing with my shaft. 

Curious, I opened and looked down, only to see a certain redness a bit further than where it was supposed to be. Tiffany had clearly decided to join the fun more directly, her head between Umi’s pale legs, teasing her in the most direct manner she could without relying on external tools. 

Umi moaned, helpless against the pleasure Tiffany’s tongue delivered, its dance enough to suggest it wasn’t the first time she had delivered such naughty assistance to a female friend — not that it was too surprising with the ease she had displayed with Umi all night. 

For a while, Umi’s shocked moans filled the roof, but when Tiffany pulled back, I caught her mischievous eyes. “I have experimented in college once or twice,” she whispered seductively. 

I sincerely doubted that her experience was that limited, but rather than commenting, I just smirked, nodding at her to continue her work. 

But not before grabbing Umi’s body and standing up. I sat down at the edge of the hot tub, allowing Tiffany better access to Umi’s core without being bothered by water. Though, that wasn’t the only thing I had done, as I had changed the position slightly, so that my shaft was lodged between Umi’s cheeks instead of staying between her thighs, making the moment even more pleasurable while also giving Tiffany more direct access. 

This time, Umi didn’t say anything, just moaning in pleasure, her concerns about the improper nature of our situation broken against the pleasure of the moment. As Tiffany leaned down to take her place again, Umi started to tremble softly, her hips rocking back and forth hesitantly. 

“Good girl,” I whispered into her ear, making her tremble even as I started thrusting my hips to enhance her pleasure even more. I couldn’t see her core with Tiffany blocking, but I could easily imagine the way she was gushing with pleasure. 

Soon, the pleasure got too overwhelming for Umi’s inexperienced body as Tiffany’s tongue continued to tease her. A moan exploded off her lips, even more louder as she leaned hard against my chest, her beautiful breasts thrust in the air, her nipples rock hard with pleasure. 

Tiffany pulled back, a satisfied smile on her lips as she watched Umi shudder and tremble. “Do you think she can handle it,” she asked playfully even as she looked at Umi with pride, like a painter who had just completed a masterpiece. 

“Probably not,” I said as I carefully shifted Umi to the side, letting her lay on her back against the hard surface. 

“Really,” Tiffany said, a confused expression on her face, though that only lasted until I grabbed her waist to pull her closer, our lips separated by inches, the smell of Umi still strong enough to reach my nose. I said nothing, just smirked playfully, so she asked. “Aren’t you afraid our innocent beauty would escape?” 

“Why would I?” I asked, and Tiffany quirked a questioning eyebrow, though that only lasted until I pushed her down, replaced by a mocking laugh. 

Directly on top of Umi, her arms positioned to prevent any sneaky escape when we were distracted. “Naughty—“ Tiffany started, only for her words to be interrupted by a moan as I pressed against her entrance. 

Thanks to the extended foreplay session we all shared, I slid inside smoothly, making Tiffany moan in appreciation. “Damn,” she growled in pleasure. “I missed your monster inside me, it’s such a good change of pace.” 

However, as I slid inside her repeatedly, my gaze was on Umi’s face, whose eyes widened in shock, the realization of what was happening above her enough to overcome the aftermath of her pleasure. 

“W-what’s going on?” Umi asked, though there was less hesitancy in her tone than I expected, replaced by arousal. Clearly, Tiffany’s tongue was even more effective than I had expected. 

“What do you think — what’s going on?” Tiffany asked, teasing, though unable to prevent a moan as I invaded her core aggressively. “I’m working to earn my husband’s promotion, of course,” she added, somehow managing to deliver that last sentence righteously despite everything. 

“But I thought you said you wouldn’t go all the way—“ Umi tried to answer, only to be interrupted by Tiffany. Not by words, however, but by a searing, merciless kiss that would make any man proud. 

Since Tiffany was working on Umi so passionately, I put my hand on her inner thigh as well, roaming up and down to remind her of my presence. After all, with the aggressive moves Tiffany was putting on her, it was the safer option. o

It would have been a little humiliating if Tiffany managed to steal Umi from me with a last-minute change. 

Of course, my real attention was on Tiffany as I aggressively worked to bring her to climax to equalize the score between her and Umi, impaling her again and again. Tiffany proved how special she was by continuing to gyrate her impressive hips even as she was busy teaching Umi the subtle art of kissing… 

“Is going all the way so bad?” Tiffany suddenly asked as she pulled back. Umi looked at her, dazed, taking a while to remember her last interrupted statement. 

“O-of course,” she answered the moment the realization hit, but her words lacked the conviction that the speed of her answer might otherwise imply. 

“Really, you’re saying that a night of pleasure that your fiancee would never learn to get such a high raise, getting you a bigger house, paying your student loans sooner, and even allowing you to build an impressive wardrobe that would drive those jealous classmates crazy is a bad deal,” Tiffany whispered. 

Umi trembled during Tiffany’s explanation, her pleasure-addled brain lacking the vigor to answer, especially since her attention split between her words, and the show we were providing as I continued to slide in and out, the rhythmic sound of flesh colliding creating an excellent backdrop to our discussion. “I … I can’t,” she muttered, though I could see her determination melting away. 

All I needed was to push inside, and she would be mine. Yet, I pulled back and dragged Tiffany with me. “If that’s your wish,” I said. 

The shocked expression on Umi’s face was simply wondrous. She stayed frozen for a moment, then she reached to pick up her towel, wrapped it around herself hurriedly and run away, not even bothering to pick up her swimsuit. 

“Why did you let her go?” Tiffany asked as she looked at me, surprised and a little frustrated. “I have worked all night for that.”  

“For the fun of the hunt, of course,” I said with a smirk. “Don’t worry. You’ll still get your gift. At least, if you work for it hard enough,” I added as I pushed her down, continuing our little dance even more intensely. 

The first day of our little business trip was going amazing…