1. Dress Code, part 3


    Date: 10/29/2014, Categories: Office Sex, Author: Oncearunner1974, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    and red after her session with Mr. Slater. Her breasts, large for her frame, stood proudly in sheer demi bra with cups that barely reached to the top of her nipples, which were clearly pink and hard. She took three long elegant steps around Mr. Slater desk, where she could reach Anne, who had more or less collapsed on the desk, her own thong pulled to the side from her fucking. The older woman, now looking considerably less icy, though no less intimidating to Anne, took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet. Almost without warning she kissed her deeply and aggressively, invading Anne’s mouth with her tongue. Anne, after a moment’s hesitation, responded eagerly. After a few seconds, the older woman pulled back, breathing heavily. “Now my dear, I will need you to use that pretty mouth to make me cum.” With that surprising pronouncement, she bent over and picked up Anne’s skirt from the floor. Spreading it on the leather couch, she sat back on it, and spread her legs wantonly and invitingly. “Come here, my dear, and provide for me the same sort of courtesy you showed Mr. Slater yesterday.” Anne was shocked. She had often thought about being with a woman, but her experience was limited. Other than a ...
    few drunken college make-out sessions, usually on a dare or at the encouragement of the boyfriends in question, she had never been intimate with a woman. The extent of her experience was mostly limited to what had happened in the office the last two days. Could she kneel before the female partner and lick her pussy? (her freshly fucked pussy, Anne’s rational brain chimed in from wherever it had been exiled to for most of the morning). Even as she wondered, her body seemed to be on autopilot. She walked slowly over to the couch and sank to her knees between the long elegant legs of Ms. Davenport. The sight of her pussy was intoxicating, as was the scent, smelling of sex. “What are you waiting for? I require your services now, dear.” The words were brusque, although tempered by the “dear” at the end, but the tone was far more friendly than it had been up to that point. Anne looked up, and Ms. Davenport’s expression was suddenly kind. Her eyes smiled at Anne, and Anne found the courage to take the plunge. She lowered her head, and wavering only an instant as she breathed in the heady moment, licked the older woman right between her parted lips, wet with both her arousal and her lover’s cum. To be continued.
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