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“If you want me so badly, Ms. Colbert…” Danica flicked Alicia’s cheek with one hand while touching herself with the other. “Then I’m sure you won’t object to demonstrating how much you love it.”
Maybe it was her inexperience. Maybe it was her sex-addled brain. Either way, it took Alicia a few seconds to catch her meaning. Once it hit her?Really? Right now?Talk about another first!
Do it, girl. It can’t be that difficult. Come on!
She looked between Danica’s face and her waxed pussy, revealed beneath her dress. Because the woman worezeroundergarments. Zilch. Nada. And while both the face and pussy were quite beautiful, only one offered any pleasure at the moment.
“Ms. Colbert.” Danica snatched her chin and gazed so deeply into Alicia’s eyes that she worried she would drown.As if she’s that weak.“You have no idea how much I want to see this beautiful mouth all over me.”
She had such a grand way with words.
Fact of the matter was, Alicia could smell herself on Danica’s fingers, and it served as a grim reminder that she hadn’t come yet – even though she was starved to do so.Give her what she wants, and I get what I want.Who knew? Maybe Alicia would be good at it.
Danica leaned against the couch as Alicia knelt on the soft carpet. The closer her mouth came to Danica, the more her heart fluttered in… excitement? Was that what was happening to her?You’re kidding me, right?Guess it really is different whenyou’re doing it.Yet when Danica Moreau told her to get on her knees, Alicia was hard-pressed to walk away and not obey.
She liked obeying Danica’s commands. First, she wasn’t allowed to say anything butYesorNo. Then she was guided into whatever position struck her fancy. She had to beg. She had to tell her how much she loved it without using any words.
Now? She would take her or leave her as is. She didn’t have time to dither. They would do what Danica wanted, or Alicia could go home without her torn tights.
Most of all, however, Alicia refused to betray the veneer she crafted around this woman. She would not be disappointed. She would rely on instinct, and probably her hand… because she didn’t doubt that Danica would have a lot of opinions on what she should do.
Pretend you know what you’re doing, girl. Pussy. Mouth. Eat it.
Anyone else, and she may have taken it slowly. Eased into it. Test the waters under the guise of teasing her. Danica, however, was not a woman who wanted to be teased.Fuck. That.She wanted it now. She wanted it quickly. She wanted to stew in the power she commanded whenever she had sex. This was a woman who didn’t bother taking off her clothes. She summoned women to her place and told them,“Fuck me or leave. It’s your choice, but those are your options.”
Alicia would go for it. Those were the only options she saw right now.
She did it so quickly that the only thing her brain registered was the feeling of Danica’s skin on her mouth. The texture and taste didn’t hit Alicia until Danica was already manipulating her head and hand to fit her vision of their encounter. Once that guesswork was taken away from her, then Alicia tasted the overwhelming flavor of musk and… what in the world was that?It wasn’t bitter. It certainly wasn’t sweet. Another aphrodisiac in this woman’s arsenal.
So it does taste good?Good was a misnomer. The jury was still out on whether it was good, since that same goodness knew that Alicia had so little time to appreciate it. But it wasn’t bad. Not at all. If anything, it fueled her brain with more sexual urgency, begging her to taste the extent of this woman’s pleasure. She particularly liked the way Danica held her ponytail and directed her nether lips against Alicia’s mouth. Her inclination was to focus on the microcosm of the clit or the entrance to Danica’s body, but the woman in question smothered Alicia’s face, urging her to go for all of it, now, at once.
Danica said things. Many things. Some of them registered in Alicia’s brain, and others disappeared into the air, never to be understood. Danica never said a harsh word. She also said few kind words. She mostly praised Alicia’s eagerness and told her she was on the right track to getting what she wanted. Alicia wished she could have parsed such words better. She was too busy sampling every drop of Danica Moreau’s taste with her tongue, taking note of the lines, the curves, and the softness of her pussy. Did most women feel like this? Or was it only her?
The woman yearned to come. Except Alicia had never imagined such a taste as this existed, and she had no idea what to make of it!
She had barely grown accustomed to it when Danica pulled her head away and forced eye contact again. The hem of the lifted dress almost obscured the view.
“That’s enough,” she said. “Touch yourself and tell me if you’re still wet.”
Even though there was little sacred left between them, Alicia still blushed to press her fingers against her folds and feel her arousal all over her knuckles. She was so slick that there wasno doubt that Danica could do whatever she wanted to her right now, no issue.
“Are you, Ms. Colbert?”
The more she said her name like that, the more Alicia felt like the naughty secretary being inappropriate in the office.No, I was merely inappropriate in her sex club.That night, she hadn’t gotten much off on the idea that she was her boss. She was more into the idea that Danica was really hot and in charge. Now, Alicia opened up to the great situation she experienced.
“Yes, ma’am,” she whispered. “I’m ready for you.”
Next thing she knew, Alicia was yanked to her feet and pulled to a desk by the one window in the room.
Danica shoved some paperweights and their respective stacks of papers to the side. More than a few fluttered and clanked to the carpet. Alicia didn’t care. Her ass was on the edge of the desk, and the hottest woman she had ever met was coming down on top of her.
Her mind attempted to focus too much at once. Her heavy hands pushed against her, grabbing her breasts, holding her shoulders. Her kisses, both biting and gentle. The growls in her throat were the only sounds in the room, since Alicia’s voice had completely disappeared. This may have only been their second encounter, but it was already the best thing to have ever happened to boring Alicia Colbert.
Danica wasted none of her precious time. No games. No questions. No demands, other than that Alicia keep her legs spread. No. Danica was going to hump her with little to herald her coming, and Ms. Colbert would cry out in ecstasy to have it happen.
She did.Theydid.
The whole moment was surreal. Then again, hadn’t the moment back in the VIP room been surreal as well? Except when Alicia woke up that day, she never thought something asdelightful as this would happen. At least their night in Midnight was preceded by an air of sexual revelry. All Alicia had done to prepare herself today was think back on her fantasies of Danica Moreau.You know, that woman having sex with me right now.
