A week had passed, and I saw neither Gael nor Sophia. We were all busy, Sophia with her different projects, Gael with hers, as well as her personal issues. I knew the uncertainty of her husband’s situation was weighing heavily upon her. I also had many meetings to attend, having spent a week away from my business lost in a world of erotic extremes.
I also knew Sophia had now been transformed. Her initiation into the Underground was complete, or so I hoped. But I needed to find out more. Keeping an eye on the newest members of our society was quite important.
So I called her into my office one morning, simply to gauge how she was doing, and how her experience in the old estate had changed her. She was dressed differently, no longer in her modest, conservative garb, but now wearing a tight, short skirt and a sheer white blouse. The lacy black bra beneath her blouse was clearly visible, and she knew it was visible, because no girl leaves her house without examining how she looks in a mirror for at least a half hour.
“So, how is it going? Are you doing alright?”
“Oh yes, just been busy over the past few weeks with Sam.” She rolled her eyes.
I chuckled. “So, did you end up going to that picnic.”
“Oh yes. We had a good time, saw some old friends, but….”
“But what?”
“Well, I felt different. It was not the same. All these people, all my friends, none of them having any idea of what has happened to me over the past few months, of what I have experienced. It is just a different feeling.”
I ran my hands through her hair. She was quite lovely, this Sophia, and now she was wearing her hair down, her long, thick blonde hair, with slight curls, and filled with the aroma of a sweet-smelling fragrance. She touched my hand.
“Well, Sophia, you are beginning a new phase of your life. Yes, things have changed, and you will feel this difference in different ways. Some of those ways will be quite surprising, even shocking to you, and what those ways are you have no way of knowing right now.”
“Yes, it seems that way.”
“The Underground changes everyone who enters. Trust me, I know.”
Sophia smiled. “Yes, that seems to be the case. As I was at the picnic, watching everyone having a good time, playing cornhole and volleyball, I just could not stop thinking about everything, everything that had happed that week, how much I enjoyed it, all we did, and you. It was so wicked, so forbidden. God, I loved it! I want more of it. And I could not stop thinking about you, sir.”
I kissed her. “That is good Sophia. This is only the beginning of your journey. What you were thinking about, well, there will be more places where such pleasures will be experienced by you. The Underground is vast.”
Sophia stepped closer to me and put her hand on my chest, playing with my tie. She had never been so bold before. “Oh, I don’t think I can control myself right now…” Sophia ran her hand down my torso and to my pants and she ran it over my member, feeling it through my pants, and as she felt it I quickly became quite hard. She looked at me with those big blue eyes of her, but eyes that were no longer naïve and innocent, but eyes that were now filled with a certain wickedness, and a determined deviousness. She no longer needed any encouragement.
Slowly dropping to her knees, she unzipped my pants and removed my penis with the same exquisite skill that Gael had taught her. All that old awkwardness was gone. “May I, sir?”
“Yes, you may.”
She took me in her mouth, and showed me, with lovely sensuality, that she had indeed learned all that Gael had taught her. I leaned against my desk, and the more she worked my cock, the harder I became. She had learned to use her tongue, licking the shaft all over, and to stroke, stroking it in all its slipperiness, and to take me all in her mouth, and suck with the right motions, not too fast and not too slow, having lost her awkward motions of the past, when she went to fast, and gripped too hard, as if she were simply trying too hard to please me. She also knew how to play with my balls, cupping and massaging, licking and sucking, all the while giving me the variety I so desired when a girl is giving me head. She had learned to combine all these things, and by doing this, she had shown me that she was now the skillful lover the Big Boss of the Orange Underground demands. I stroked her beautiful hair as she did.
She looked up at me with those big, blue and devious eyes, sparkling. She licked the head. “Do you like this, sir?”
“Oh yes, that is very good, Sophia.”
“Mmmmm….that is good. I love sucking this wonderful, massive cock of yours.” She held it in hand, admiring it. “God, this thing is so fucking huge! I love it…” She returned to pleasuring me.
It was not long until I felt that pressure building, and she sensed it, she said to me, “Please sir, cum in my mouth, I want to drink all of you…please…sir…”
“Yes, Sophia, you have earned such a reward.”
And she sucked now, more vigorously, and her lips were wrapped around my shaft, and she stroked too, and it was not long until I felt that wonderful feeling of release, the volcanic heat stirring within me, deep, and shooting out in a massive explosion of pleasure and sweet satisfaction. I filled her mouth, and Sophia once again showed that she had learned everything that Gael had taught her, taking all my semen in her mouth, swallowing every drop, and not missing anything. She even licked her fingers afterwards, just to make sure.
She got up and kissed me. I could taste my cum in her mouth. Our tongues played. “Was that good sir? Did I do it right?”
“Oh yes, Sophia, you did it perfectly. The Big Boss is now quite happy with you.”
“Mmmm…thank you. And of course I need to clean you after such an experience.”
She took a few tissues and wiped me clean.
“Anything else for today, sir?”
“No, that is all. We will be in touch.”
“Thank you, sir.”
And with that Sophia fixed her dress, wiped her lips, put on lipstick, and left my office.
Yes, Sophia had indeed learned all her lessons.