Dress Code, part 4 - Sex Stories

Dress Code, part 4

... tongue back into the older woman’s wet vagina. When her boss realized that Anne could not be forced to hurry, she lay back and allowed Anne to proceed, murmuring, “You like to torture me, don’t you, you little slut?” With that, Anne did lick Ms. Davenport’s clit directly, prompting a gasp from above. Anne felt the other woman’s hands on her head, entwining themselves into her red hair. Slowly but surely, Anne increased her attention to her clit, until she was essentially licking it directly, allowing Ms. Davenport’s reactions to guide her. Ms. Davenport was no longer speaking, but instead was simply uttering panting “uhh… uhh… uhh…” sounds as her breathing increased and her body writhed under Anne’s unskilled but enthusiastic (and quickly learning) tongue. Anne brought a finger into Ms. Davenport’s cunt, and pushed it in, with the pad of her finger facing up, and she made a “come here” motion, as she liked having done to herself. Her finger slid in easily, as her partner’s pussy was slick with her own lubrication and Mr. Slater’s cum. The effect on the older woman was immediate, as if up to then she had been held on the edge of orgasm and then all of a sudden thrown off the cliff. “GOD YES!!” she screamed, her fingers tightening in Anne’s fiery hair. Anne realized that the sound had to be audible in Miss Jones’ office outside. Ms. Davenport’s orgasm rocked her for a time, and Anne continued to lap at her pussy, but more gently, in order to bring the older woman down ...

... gradually. After a minute or so Ms. Davenport finally lay limp and panting. “You may be new to this, young lady, but you learn fast. There may well be a future for you at this firm yet,” she said in a voice that was quickly recovering its former composure, even though this was incongruous with her current pose and position, laid out on the couch as she was, her long legs spread wantonly, her pussy open and visibly slick and wet. Anne looked around and noticed that the two men were watching the scene with interest and obvious arousal. Mr. Mawhinney, without Anne’s noticing, had taken a seat right next to them on the couch. He was naked from the waist down, and his cock was partially erect, even so soon after his own orgasm, which still warmed Anne’s pussy. Mr. Slater’s lower half was hidden behind his desk, but his eyes were clearly fixed on the sight of the two beautiful women in his office. He reached towards his phone and touched a button, without saying anything. Moments later, the door opened, and Miss Jones entered quietly. Reflexively, despite everything that had just happened, Anne made a motion to cover herself, before realizing that such an action was both silly and impossible, as her clothes were not within easy reach. Miss Jones was carrying a small silver tray, heaped with neatly folded towels, which were steaming. Her lips turned up in amusement when she saw Anne’s hands try to cover her nudity. Oddly, Anne wondered how Mr. Slater’s secretary had been able to have the ...