Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

Anne lowered her head slowly and hesitantly at first. But soon, captured by curiosity and lust, she licked firmly between Ms. Davenport’s open pussy lips. The strength of her initial lick provoked a gasp and a shudder from her long-legged superior. Anne was struck by the taste of the executive woman’s shell-pink pussy. It was at the same time familiar, as it reminded Anne of her own scent, but there was something “other” about it at the same time. As had been the case all morning, Anne’s rational mind was taking a back seat to the less thinking side of her, which had been in control since the previous day. If it could fairly be said that any part of her had been in control at all. In the last twenty-four hours, Anne’s life had been turned around. If asked, she’d have described herself as sexually adventurous, but no amount of previous experience had prepared her for what she had experienced at the white-glove firm of Slater, Mawhinney & Davenport. She had been stripped, spanked, and fingered to orgasm by Mr. Slater, whom she had subsequently sucked off. Groped and fingered by his secretary. Made to strip in front of all three named partners, and then gotten fucked by one of them (Mawhinney) while she watched the man she had fellated the previous day (Slater) fuck the female partner (Davenport) right in front of her eyes. Mr. Mawhinney had also fingered her ass while he fucked her, and her orgasm had left her legs shaking as she leaned over her boss’s desk, her thong pulled to ...

... the side, his semen dripping out of her. And now she was kneeling in front of the icily beautiful Allison Davenport, the legendary Allison Davenport, who now had her legs spread and had insisted that Anne go down on her, even though her pussy was full of Mr. Slater’s cum. The cum gave her no pause whatsoever. She had tasted and swallowed his cum the day before. But until today she had never touched another woman’s vagina. In fact, Mr. Slater’s cum allowed Anne to put the magnitude of her position somewhat out of her mind. Male cum was familiar, and in fact Anne had always enjoyed its taste. Not so much for the taste itself as for what it represented, and she licked deeply into Ms. Davenport’s pussy to capture as much of her male boss’s essence as she could. As her tongue delved deeper, the long-legged Ms. Davenport clutched Anne’s head, her icy exterior thawing beneath Anne’s industrious, if as yet unskilled, tongue. Anne wasn’t quite sure what to do, so she resolved to eat Ms. Davenport the way she liked to be eaten herself. After licking deeply into her boss’s pussy, she licked gently and quickly just underneath her clit. Tracing little circles underneath and around her swollen button without quite making direct contact with her tongue. Not yet. This technique produced good results, as her superior clutched her head and thrust her hips up towards Anne’s head, as if to make her lick her where she wanted. Anne refused, not wanting to give in too quickly, and she withdrew her ...