The Spell

[solace]

Lisa studied the book one last time before closing it letting a cloud of dust whirl up into the air. She had done everything as was instructed in the book. Fortune had been with her several days before when she had found the book at an old antique store, one of her hobbies. The book was the only one of its kind and was some sort of spell book, with no origin that she could trace. The book seemed to contain different spells and other rituals, but many of them were in different languages ranging from French to Latin and even some she couldn't trace. She needed to test it out and she knew just the spell she was going to use. It was a simple potion brewing spell that would make the target entranced to the caster who brewed the potion. Lisa had picked a suitable target as well. There was a nice young intern who had just started yesterday and she was going to have some fun. Lisa broke off a strand of her own black hair that was hanging in front of her eyes and dropped it into the mug that was emitting steam. The hair melted into the drink completing the last part of the spell.

Lisa rang the buzzer on her desk next to the mug. In a couple of seconds her secretary walked in. "Make sure our new young intern gets this," she said as she motioned to the mug, "it's something a little special thanking her for all the hard work she's put in so far." The secretary nodded and took the mug with her. "Oh, and send her on in so we can talk about her performance from yesterday." Once the doors were closed, Lisa stood up and straightened herself out. She felt behind her head making sure that her jet black hair was still neatly in its bun and straightened out her tight black skirt that went just past her knees and the white blouse with frills around the collar and sleeves which was tucked into the skirt that was also worn high around her waist. The top button to her blouse was undone in order to prevent any discomfort her two breasts could cause. Hosiery ran from her legs leading underneath her skirt and the glasses upon her nose did nothing to expose the bright blue eyes behind them. For a woman in her late 30's she was in good shape. She was 5'11, and had quite an athletic build.

There was a knock at the door. Lisa sat back down in her chair taking the book and setting it inside the drawer. She crossed her legs as she called out, "Come in!"

 

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The secretary arrived with a steaming mug of something. It looked far too appealing to Margie, especially after the long day she'd had yesterday. Barely had Margie arrived when the harassment started. She'd expected most of it, since interns were known to get harassed wherever they went. The comments had a decidedly sexual bent to them as well, something that she hadn't quite been hoping for, but couldn't really fault for happening. Margie wasn't the stick thin model type that so often graced magazine covers, oh no, instead, she was a girl with curves. Her body filled out even the standard office attire marvelously. Impressive breasts pressed against office blouses, seeming to almost strain at buttons. Not obscenely large, mind, but easily filling a C cup. Follow down the luscious curves to hips that actually existed. Then one could swing around to view a plump ass, often encased in, as it was now, in a knee length skirt of something or another. This time, the girl had a gray suit jacket, matching skirt, while underneath, a white blouse, crisp and slightly shimmery.. There was a scarf tied about the girl's neck, a slight dash of color, but otherwise, the beautiful blonde was dressed drab.

And still she managed to look sexy. But having hair that curled just so, eyes of emotive brown, and a winning smile probably helped. said smile was turned on the secretary as Margie sipped at the hot drink. It tasted somewhat strange, but hardly the weirdest thing she'd ever drank. Then came the dire news: performance talk.

"But I've barely been here!" protested Margie, her mouth falling open. She quickly gathered up her work, almost dropping a folder filled with cases. At least everything was more or less in order. save for her dumb hair, which kept getting in her face. she tucked it back, yanking off her scarf to tie the shoulder length honey blonde locks into a sloppy ponytail. Then a quick tug, to make sure the skirt wasn't riding too high and displaying too much leg, which of course were clad in regulation hosiery, and the girl was off.

she smiled as she knocked on the door of the office. One hand cradled the drink, one third of the liquid already gone, while the other carried reports.

"You said you wanted to see me?" she asked, trying to sound helpful and subservient. A smile probably helped, and she put on her most pleading.

 

[solace]

Lisa watched as the intern, what was her name again, that's right it was Margie, walk into spacious office. She had a stern plain look about her face, something she had learned to always keep on whenever co-workers spotted you. Lisa remained sitting as she greeted the inter, "Good morning Margie, how are you this morning?" Lisa waved her hand at the chair in front of her desk indicating that Margie was to sit down now.

The girl definitely had a good figure. She hadn't had much time to look over her yesterday, but now, she was definitely a sight, one that she was going to be happy to enjoy over the next couple of weeks. "I'll let you finish your drink before we get stated." She watched Margie as she pulled a pen and pad from her desk and started writing on it. "How is the drink? Do you like it? I have to admit, I'm always trying new recipes, but I found this book with a bunch of recipes at an antique shop and I just had to give it a try." Lisa continued watching Margie and any expression or any changes to her that she could see. The effect would hopefully happen soon. The book had been very vague on the details, but she gathered that the target would feel desires for the spell caster.

She wrote something else on the pad before starting. "So Margie, how was your day yesterday?" she listened to Margie's account of yesterday taking time to write out things that she thought were important but really weren't because she wanted to look professional. "What do you think of the company so far? Do you like it here?" Lisa did the same this time, but what she was really doing was taking notice of any changes to Margie's expression and her posture and anything else that might indicate the spell was taking effect.

 

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"I'm doing well," replied the intern, all smiles. She took the seat, adjusting her skirt so that it did not ride up further. It wouldn't do to give her boss a show on the second day of work. The blonde took another sip of the drink, wishing she could place the unusual flavor. Drinking in front of her boss was decidedly uncomfortable, adding further to this already uneasy experience. Margie ended up shifting nervously, flashing another smile.

"It's, uh, different," she said, looking down. Some special recipe that her boss randomly tried? Who did things like that? It seemed crazy. She took another sip, forcing a smile. Strange, but she couldn't recall noticing how handsome her boss looked. Gorgeous, almost straight. The boys back in college would have called her a MILF for sure, though Margie didn't think Lisa had any children. "It's good that you experiment, I guess. I think I'll stick to coffee in the future though."

she set the drink aside, the cup mostly drank. A few dregs remained at the bottom, but Margie wasn't about to make a fool of herself getting them all in. Instead she spoke of her day, how everyone had treated her very professionally for the most part. How the work was harder than she'd expected, but she felt she could handle it well enough. Her superiors were all very nice, and Margie especially liked Lisa's secretary, who'd gone out of her way to show the blonde around.

"If I have any complaint, it's that I, well," she blushed, 'i keep getting all these comments, you know? Like today, one guy said that I looked ready to work, but he, well, he leered at me, and I swear he was checking out my ass," though there was definitely something to check out there. "Do you have any advice? I mean, someone as gorgeous as you had to have gotten it all the time, right? the guys have to be all over you. I mean, you're older, but you've got this mature, experienced look about it. I'm surprised they even notice me."

Realizing she'd gotten off track, Margie shifted, blushing slightly. "Sorry. It's just that I was hoping you could give me some advice. You know? Girl to girl?"

 

[solace]

Lisa curled a smile on her lip taking in all of the compliments the girl had just given her in the course of a few minutes. "Well my first piece of advice is to not jump on the band wagon, giving compliments like your co-workers and then staring," she was obviously giving a sly remark about the fact that Margie had given her so many compliments, "it makes it seem like you're hitting on the person you're talking to," and for extra measure she added, "especially with your boss." Lisa watched Margie after that last part. She liked teasing and watching her workers squirm. She held power, she was the boss. She could do whatever she wanted and she would expect no hesitation.

"But you're a good girl, and I will admit, you do have a nice figure, so here's some serious advice," Lisa leaned against her desk looking intently at Margie, "take those compliments because in a job that you will most likely be doing for a living, you're going to need all the positive comments to keep you going day to day. Just don't let me catch you fuckin' one of my guys in the copier room, understand?" Lisa didn't mean for it to sound so serious, but it was so fun playing words with her.

At this point Lisa was starting to doubt that the potion was in fact legitimate and that the book was just a cheap book used to amuse children...and her, at least for a while. She was going to have to wrap up the meeting now, disappointed that she wasn't going to get a chance with this young beauty. "Well, is there anything else you'd like to go over?" Lisa watched carefully for any signs of the spell's effect.

 

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Why did she keep staring like that? But Margie had troubles keeping her eyes off her boss now. Weirder still, the office had suddenly grown uncomfortable hot. Without thinking about it, Margie reached up to unbutton the top few buttons of her blouse. This bared several inches of skin, and allowed the top of a shimmering pink bra to be quite visible.

"Uh, I'll try to do that," she said, nodding. Soon she was squirming in her seat. Okay, it was definitely way too hot in here. But why was it centered down there? It hadn't been that long since Margie had attended to her womanly needs, and this certainly wasn't the place to get worked up. She needed to quit staring at her boss's breasts and focus on what she was saying.

"Right, no fucking on the job," she repeated,. Immediately she gasped, covering her mouth with both hands. This had the nice added effect of scrunching her breasts together, lifting the ensemble enough that more of her bra became readily available. "I"m so sorry, I didn't mean to, um, sorry," now she was blushing and squirming even more. At this rate, she'd have to swing by the restroom after this meeting to squelch this growing need.

"Uh, yes, could we go over inter-office relations?" she asked, perking up. More time in this beautiful woman's company. Though she wished she'd stop squirming, and she could swear she was sweating. one more button wouldn't hurt, surely.

 

[solace]

Lisa wheeled her chair from behind her desk right next to Margie. "You seem uncomfortable, is something bothering you?" Lisa had all of the answers she needed. The spell was taking its effect on the intern and she was going to move in to her prey. "Do I make you uncomfortable? Was it not long ago that you were telling me how gorgeous I was." Lisa got up from her chair and walked behind Margie. "You need to loosen up," Lisa put her hands on Margie's shoulders and began to rub. From where she was standing she could get a great view of the intern's cleavage and pink bra. "You just need to learn to relax." Lisa began to apply pressure to her massage. "If you don't learn to do so soon, this job is going to eat...you...up." Lisa leaned over just to whisper those last three words for added effects.

Lisa began massaging her way lower slowly, so Margie wouldn't take too much notice. "Tell me Margie...have you been meeting your womanly needs?" She let her hands trail off a little lower right across the intern's chest as she continued to massage. "It can definitely take the stress away from work. Sometimes a good movie will do it, but then there are times when you have to let your imagination work for itself." Lisa had tried to work around the implications, but she wanted this next part to be as dirty and as simple as she could. "There are times when sometimes all you need to do is think of one person, picture them in full clothing and then watch them strip." Lisa stopped massaging Margie's chest, but let her hands remain where they were. "Do you ever picture someone special stripping before you?"

 

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"I'm just hot," muttered Margie, squirming. The woman was making her uncomfortable, but surely not in the matter that she was thinking. Margie kept glancing over that body, picturing what it would be like with those clothes shed. That finely tune body, doubtless perfect in form and as lean as possible. Layer by layer shedding until nothing but bare skin remained, no barriers between flesh and flesh.

Now the boss stood over her, hands moving along Margie's shoulders. Despite her reservations, the blonde shuddered and moaned at the touch, squirming even worse in the seat. Her nipples had gone instantly erect the moment those hands had touched her, and her breathing was coming faster and faster. The flush spread over her face, reaching down toward her chest, where the two heaving breasts seemed about ready to burst out of the blouse. Beads of sweat were starting to dot her skin too, as she grew hotter and hotter within.

"What?" she asked, jerking to look up at the woman. Just looking at her reminded Margie of her wanton imagination, and she wondered what type of panties the woman wore. surely something sexy and classy, not like Margie's Victoria Secret pairing. Lisa probably wore a thong instead of seamless panties, no matter if they matched the silky pink bra or not. "I'm doing well at meeting my womanly needs," she insisted, squirming. "I mean, it's been some time since I've had a, a partner."

Why didn't she say man? she liked men? But this woman, so striking, so demanding. Lisa even seemed to read Margie's mind, laying out the girl's own fantasy for her. that voice matched the imaginary figure in Margie's mind, stripping off layer by layer of the confining clothing.

"I think i need to go to the restroom!" yiped Margie, suddenly struggling to get out of the chair before she embarrassed herself.

 

[solace]

"I can tell I disturb you. You must not like me. You must not be a team player." Lisa urged her to remain seated. "We need strong members of this company who can work together and aren't afraid to be in each other's company. Do you think you can live up to those expectations?" Lisa stepped out in front of Margie letting her hand slide from her shoulder down the girl's arm. She could just picture what was underneath those fancy clothes the intern wore. It made her squirm at night thinking of what her imaginary suitors wore. She always imagined just stripping off a couple articles of clothing, but the real fun would somehow steering around what was left and getting those panties dirty.

As Lisa let her hand trail off of Margie's arm, she stared down at the intern. She could already see the pink bra. What else was hiding underneath there, underneath the skirt? She had the great urge to tease this little intern. Lisa walked in front of her desk turning to look back at Margie. "Why don't you tell me what you imagine, step...by...step." Lisa lifted the glasses right off her face and set them on the table and crossed her arms waiting for a response from Margie.

 

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"No!" chirped Margie. "I am a team player! I really like you too! I just-I'm not sure that..."

But somehow, she knew she had to stay. She wanted to stay, to watch this beautiful woman as she moved around her. Seeing Lisa made it that much easier for the blonde to picture her. To see those glasses removed from the face, bearing those stunning eyes. To see the suit peel off piece by piece, till a domineering woman remained, bold and beautiful for all to see. Surely this woman would always look as though she were in control of the situation.

"I'm, I'm picturing the special someone," she couldn't say her boss, not with the woman standing there," looking at me. She-he, they, they slide off their first layer, a suit jacket, and it bares skin bit by bit, revealing that flesh. I want to kiss it so bad, to touch it, but i know that I can't; I'm not allowed to. So I have to stare, watch hungrily as the jacket falls. Then the shirt, button by button falls off, showing the skin underneath, sh--they pause, looking at me, teasing me with what lay just out--"

Margie realized that she was squirming actively. Both nipples formed twin points that were pushing hard against the supportive bra. Were it thinner, surely Lisa would be seeing those two peaks poking through. As it was, they only pressed against the fabric, dragging with each squirm. Meanwhile, heat and moisture gathered between Margie's legs, mounting arousal emphasizing each shift of the panties, which shifted as she squirmed, and she squirmed as they shifted in a cruel cycle.

"Can't I please go to the bathroom?" she asked, feeling like a schoolgirl. "I need to use the toilet. It's an emergency."

 

[solace]

"Are you a team player or not?" was the only thing Lisa needed say. "Besides, you'll miss everything if you leave now." As she finished speaking, Lisa began removing her jacket from her shoulders. One arm was able to make it out of the sleeves exposing her white blouse with frills, but Margie wouldn't be able to fully see it until Lisa had removed her other arm from her sleeve. She walked over to one of the walls where a coat rack was hanging. She hung her jacket against the rack looking back at Margie and giving her a sly smile as she did so. She walked back to the front of her desk and continued watching Margie watch her. Her fingers slowly crept up her blouse finding the second button, for the top had already been undone. The button came undone with ease, opening her blouse just a little more. Her fingers slowly slid down finding the third button. She played around with the button just a little bit, to tease the intern watching her intently. Eventually, Lisa undid the button, but this time a full view of Lisa's pale blue lacy bra could be seen.

Lisa loved the attention Margie was giving her, sitting in that chair watching her undo the buttons to her blouse. She took one of her fingers and brought it up to her lips. She only slid the tip of her finger in licking it up and then she let it trail from her lips to her chin, to her neck, and finally to her chest until the strap from the bra interfered. "Gee, I think you are right. It is getting hot in here." Lisa undid a couple more buttons slowly in front of Margie, until she ran into the skirt that wrapped tightly around her waist. The blouse went into the skirt, but that would have to wait for another time. "What else do you see Margie? Why don't you come up and be a team player?"

 

[darkest_fate]

"this can't be happening," said Margie. She stared as her boss moved, nearly dancing, each little gesture so erotically charged that it made Margie quiver with anticipation. The blonde's hands crept between her own legs, no longer able or willing to resist stoking the heat that gathered. Her jerky fingers already skidded across her sex, pressing against both skirt and panties in a desperate attempt to reach any kind of sensation. all while Margie started raptly at her boss's strip show.

Those glued eyes followed a finger to a pair of lips, then a trembling mouth of pink let out a moan of desire. It moved, heading toward the bra strap, then paused, as though not willing to reveal the treasures encased within that pale blue. the panting blonde didn't know what to do. Her fingers skittered over her own body, trying to finish off her arousal. Normally she could do better than this, but it felt as though her own touch were woefully inadequate. She needed to get away, before she fell into this trap. OR was she already there?

"I'm straight," she said, looking up at her boss. "I don't like girls," yet her eyes fell upon the bra clad breast, the skirt just there, just waiting. What was she asking Margie to do? To continue describing? to go up and help? the blonde moaned her frustration, reaching up to her own blouse, yanking off the cloth. Buttons popped, revealing the flesh and the heaving, polyester clad breasts.

"Please, i just, I just want to go," whimpered Margie, her eyes locking onto her bosses. One hand played with a breast, teasing and fumbling the mound of flesh, the other worked its way up the skirt, lifting it several inches so that she could play with her sex through only the sheer nylons and panties. It was still far from enough.

 

[solace]

Lisa gave a small laugh. The intern was cute, combating her internal struggles like that. She was already feeling herself trying to get under her skirt. The poor girl was going hysterical, she had already started and seemed incapable of stopping. Lisa let her finger trail past the bra strap down across her stomach. She made sure Margie was watching her. She even went down right underneath the hem of the skirt.

Lisa moved up to Margie. "Maybe I can help." Lisa offered the intern her hand. She pulled her up to her feet. "But if I help, then I'm going to need to see a little more than that." Lisa led her to the desk and switched places with her. She backed Margie against the desk, but let her body push against the intern's. The two women's skins, from what was exposed, was rubbing against each other. Two smooth skins, rubbing against each other, as Lisa leaned in planting her lips over Margie's. Her lips were soft and tasted sweet. She let her tongue out of her mouth gliding over Margie's lips before sliding into her mouth. She gave a sigh as she kissed the beautiful intern. Just the anticipation made Lisa horny. God, she wanted the intern now. The pale blue lacy thong under her skirt contained in the hosiery was slowly becoming wet. Lisa pulled her lips away from Margie. "Do I get to see a little bit more now?"

 

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Margie couldn't stop watching, didn't' want to stop watching. this woman was a goddess, beauty incarnate. Margie would do whatever she asked, especially if it could dim this growing need within her. It roared, demanding attention that Margie simply couldn't give. No matter what her hands did, no matter how they rolled her breast or flicked her sex; it simply would not be tamed.

Then she was standing, mumbling promises about seeing more. Just as it occurred to Margie to complain, to resist and offer some token of disagreement, lips were smothering hers. The blonde's brown eyes clouded, eyelids fluttering rapidly as her lips were taken into the lock that was so incredible. As she'd expected, Lisa had perfect control, taking over and using Margie, kissing her better than any guy ever had or ever would hope to. When that tongue slid out, flicking over the intern's pale, pink lips, a low moan came from the writhing girl. she reached for her boss, stopped, thinking she shouldn't, couldn't. Even as the beautiful woman kissed her so well that her breath left her, Margie still couldn't break the norms, still couldn't do ti.

"Yes," she said anyway. Her hands went to shuffle off her own jacket, to finish off her own shirt. Those bra clad breasts were bared free now, open for teasing. The blonde took shaking hands down, reaching for the zipper of her skirt. Margie 's breathing was louder than the noise the zipper made as it slid down, and it only lasted seconds. Then the blonde was squirming, yanking down the skirt in a desperate attempt to bare more flesh and to ease the access to those neediest parts of her aching body.

 

[solace]

Lisa stopped Margie from taking the skirt off. "Here let me help you." She got down on her knees and grabbed the skirt on both sides of Margie's waist and slowly tugged them down. Eventually they were a pool of fabric at Margie's feet. Lisa looked up taking this young intern's wonderful body as eye candy. She could literally just eat her up. She let her face sink into the hosiery that Margie was wearing, her nose right between the intern's legs. She gave a couple nudges before moving up the intern's body. Along the way she gave small kisses with her tongue gliding across her stomach, chest, neck, and back to her lips. They locked lips once again, only it wasn't as long as the first. "You have such a beautiful young body Margie," Lisa told her as she was looking up and down her body. "Do you think I am beautiful?" She listened for Margie's response before letting her hands roam the young intern's body. Her hands went everywhere, not one area was left untouched. From Margie's legs up to her finely shaped ass up to her face, Lisa's hands explored.

"If you think I'm so beautiful, don't you want to see me without these clothes on?" she was teasing Margie again with words, trying to get her to picture in her mind what she looked like underneath. "I think it's time to put you to work intern. Come on," Lisa told her as she turned around facing the desk and leaning up against it, "I'll let you strip me and touch me wherever."

 

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Margie held tightly to the dress, breathing heavily nearly panting as her boss shed that tight skirt. Inch by inch of those wonderful legs were bared, all ripe for the taking. It seemed as though Lisa thought so too, since her face sank into her legs, moving directly at the juncture, where Margie throbbed the most. Only a few nudges though, to make the girl bite back two sharp yelps, then the woman was moving up, gliding a tongue along her stomach, teasing her chest, still painfully confined in her bra, the up her neck. This time, Margie kissed back, giving in totally to her boss's workings. The girl couldn't fight back, didn't want to. Was complete jelly in the skilled hands of the woman who worked her. Never in a million years would the vivacious, bubbly blonde have thought that her sexy, older boss would be making out with her, promising torrid lesbian sex, in the middle of her office.

"You're stunning, the most gorgeous thing I've ever-uuuh," she shivered as the hands touched erogenous zones she didn't even know she had. Her hips, her stomach, her ass, all were touched, all explored, mapped out by wandering hands. Those hands fanned a flame within the poor girl, and sweat beaded along her flesh, her body growing hotter and hotter with each touch. Moisture gathered quite visibly around her groin, and she danced in place, looking like a little girl who needed to use the restroom. except this girl was hardly little, and what lay in her pussy was hardly urine.

"Yes, I've never wanted something more," gasped Margie. She moved forward, her hands fumbling around Lisa's clothing. She yanked at the skirt, pulled at the bra, teased the flesh that lay underneath. Her lips came, pressing against her boss's shoulder, where she kissed and moaned equally. Finally her hands started pulling down the skirt, wanting Lisa as naked as she were, wanting to see those fine legs stretched out.

"Oh how I want you, Lisa,' hissed Margie, pressing her hot body against her boss's and moaning. Where had this come from? Even she didn't seem to know.

 

[solace]

"I'm so glad you do," Lisa replied. She wondered if the girl was really just as horny as she was. The intern had pulled the skirt down letting the ends of the blouse hang freely, but not for long as Lisa let the rest of it slide down her arms. All that was left was a pale blue lace bra containing breasts and hard nipples that wanted to escape, as well as the pale blue lace thong contained in the hosiery that Lisa was wearing. She liked the way the thong rode up her ass, rubbing against her pussy when she walked. Now the intern was exposed to every sight that she could see.

"Have you ever been with a woman before?" Lisa asked her young intern. As she asked her question, she was leaning against Margie who was being pressed up against the desk. She let her lips brush against the young girl and even let her tongue flicker out. She let her hand caress the girl's arm as she spoke, "It's just like being with a man only one of us has to be the man, but both of us actually knows what the other needs." Lisa winked as she said this, probably giving a hint that she was a lesbian because of such experiences. She leaned back in kissing Margie long and passionately letting her tongue penetrate the young girl's mouth only to find a tongue. She let her tongue play with the intern's giving her a taste of the sweet style of what was yet to come. Lisa pulled herself away looking Margie in the eye. "Come, I'll let you explore another woman's body." Lisa backed away taking Margie with her in order to switch places only this time, Lisa scooted up to sit on the desk. She smiled at Margie as she said, "What are you waiting for? Don't you want me?"

 

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The woman looked so regal, so beautiful, standing there in just her lingerie. Margie couldn't believe the sight. Lisa's toned body just contained with pale blue lace, those breasts heaving, that pussy looking enticing. That the woman wore a thong under her business attire made Margie nearly drool. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around Lisa.

Questions to answer. "I've never been with a woman before," breathed Margie. Her lips began pressing against Lisa's skin, working their way up. Practiced fingers released a bra, and soon pink lips circled nipples, taking the little bits of flesh inward. Margie may have never sucked a breast in sex, but her instinct knew what to do, and she suckled at the woman. The tip slid into her mouth for a few seconds, till it popped free.

"Mmm, you're so sexy. I want you," purred Margie, her ass shaking. She began kissing her way down, glad that Lisa had moved. Her lips found the other woman's waistband, and she kissed around it. One hand went up, yanking the thin panties aside. No time to remove them. There was a sex that needed sucking, and Margie's lips went to doing it. she hungrily kissed and sucked, her lips and contact sloppy due to her inexperience.

Oh, how she wanted this woman.

 

[solace]

Even though Lisa was wearing pantyhose, she could still feel Margie's young hot tongue lick her. She gave a nice long sigh as the young intern licked her womanhood. It was just what she needed and was glad the intern wasn't so oblivious to technique and knew what went on in lesbian sex. The intern kept working her tongue against the hose as Lisa kept producing her woman juice. The pleasure was so good, just having an inexperienced woman was enough to send any partner over the edge. Margie nudged Lisa with her nose trying to get a good lick in. Lisa felt it and she gave out a nice moan to reward the girl.

Lisa leaned back against the desk lifting her legs and placing them over Margie's shoulders. Her hands immediately went up to her breasts squeezing and playing with her already hard nipples. Oh God, this was just too good. Her breathing was getting deep, but the pleasure she was receiving was the cause of it all. "That's just it, right there," she kept telling the intern. For an inexperienced young girl, she was quite good, but she would make her better. Lisa kept moaning as she kept playing with her own breasts, but was also being worked by Margie. She could feel the wetness in her pussy want to escape, but she would deny its release. She wanted to feel more, wanted to get more. It's not everyday that you get to turn a young girl to the lesbian side and this was something she was going to reap the benefits of.

 

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Delicious; Lisa tasted delicious. Margie's tongue continued to dash and lick all about, running along the hose, not even seeming to realize that it was there. needy fingers went up, ripping at the fabric, desperate to get to the sex underneath. No time to remove. Just rip and tear, burrow toward the hole she wanted.

Margie shifted, her tongue never ceasing. those fingers moved the thong, that last barrier, here and there, so that the tongue could touch the sex fully. It lathered the whole length, running up and down, then flitting over it, like a hummingbird's wings. Finally, Margie slid her tongue inside, moving her head back and forth, as though it were a mini cock.

All the while, the girl could feel juices sliding in, taste of a woman for the first time. Her hands went up to Lisa's thighs, holding them apart and holding on as the tongue delved even deeper. Already Margie's jaw ached with her efforts, as her wild tongue sought out new areas to tease and torment. Plump lips drew bits of pussy flesh into them, suckling and releasing.

the blonde pulled away, breathing heavily. Juices covered her mouth, dotting her lips and adding a sheen. Her breasts heaved in their brilliant pink confines, her plump ass quivering with her own need. Yet still the girl dove back in, once more attacking the sex of the woman she desperately lusted after.

 

[solace]

"Oh God, keep going yes!!" Lisa shouted to her new partner. She could only hope that the secretary couldn't hear moans. It didn't matter, she could always get a new secretary if questions ever came up. The experience she was having with her young intern was just too good to pass up. Lisa felt Margie tearing up at her hose, but it was worth it as she felt her thong being moved aside and the girls tongue penetrating her pussy. Her hands immediately went down off from her breasts down to hold the intern's head. She held it there just where she wanted her to be. "Yesyes, just right there, don't stop dear God don't stop." The girl clearly wanted all the juice she could handle and Lisa was going to give it all to her.

The intern was doing a fabulous job at licking Lisa's pussy, but she still needed more. "Margie, be a dear and add a finger." She knew the girl couldn't resist. She was getting very close, if the intern kept this up, she would take everything from her, but that was just what the intern must have wanted anyway. Lisa started to grind her hips against Margie's mouth getting more while sending the finger in deeper. Soon, Lisa couldn't just hold it back any longer and she let out a moan as her juices rushed out of her body. Her body started to twitch as her legs clenched around the intern's shoulders until the orgasm had died down. When there was nothing left she relaxed her grip on Margie's shoulders and relaxed on the desk. She was panting, but God was it good. "That was so good dear, but you're going to have to buy me a new pair of pantyhose." Once she had relaxed she sat up, "now I think it's your turn."

 

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Eagerly Margie lapped and lathered at the sex, going at it like an obedient dog. She whimpered and moaned, her desperation suddenly finding a vocal outlet. As commanded, a finger slid up, tracing along the sex before thrusting inside. Margie wasn't certain what to do with it, so she settled for sawing the digit in and out of the sex, trying to get it as far as she could manage.

As Lisa twitched and moaned, the intern dutifully continued feasting upon her sex. The finger was soon joined by another, the blonde not needing direction in that. The two sawed in and out, blurring. Once or twice, Margie spread them, trying to wiggle them inside, thinking that might be pleasant enough. Mostly she simply moved the fingers in and out, as she did when pleasuring herself.

Then the hips ground. The body twitched, legs seizing Margie and holding her in place. A rush of juices came, and Margie struggled to eagerly lap them up. even then, the feminine cum showed upon the girl's face, moistening her pink lips and lingering about. Margie could hear the panting woman, and euphoria at doing a good job set in.

But her loins still burned. Lisa moved back. Margie set on her heels, looking up, a dutiful assistant.

"Yes ma'am; I'll buy you a new pair," she said. She shifted, wondering if she could start masturbating herself now. It hadn't yet occurred to her that her own need could be satisfied by this woman in front of her. "My turn?"

she stared up, then rose unsteadily to her feet. The disheveled blonde stared at her boss, not even able to fathom the idea of asking this woman to do what had just been done to her. Now that Margie stood though, it was quite evident that she was quite turned on. A large wet spot stood out upon her underwear, making a dark circle among the silken pink.

 

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Lisa took Margie and bent her over on the desk. She got a good glimpse at the wet spot forming in her pink panties. "Mmmmm are you just happy to see me or are you a naturally horny girl?" Lisa teased. One of her hands came up to the top of the intern's back slowly making its way down, even moving past the waistband of the girl's pantyhose. When she got low enough, she stuck out her middle finger and gently pressed it against Margie's panties, where her womanhood was situated. She let the finger linger for a moment longer before rubbing up to the girl's ass and back down pressing down a little more.

Lisa came up positioning herself right behind Margie, as if she was getting ready to take the girl doggy style. She leaned over in order to whisper into the girl's ear, "I bet you've never imagined doing your boss in an office." She let Margie think about that for a little, "But I have to tell you, this office has definitely seen its fair share of activity." Lisa pressed her finger harder against the intern's pussy. As she straightened back up, she took Margie with her. Her lips found the girl's neck and started kissing and licking at the smooth skin. Meanwhile, her hand was seeking entrance at the top of Margie's waistband making its way down inside her panties. Once inside she began to rub her ass feeling just how smooth her skin was.

"You are so delicious, I can't wait to hear your moans of pleasure." Lisa found Margie's pussy wet and ready. She began to rub gently at Margie's sex. It was wet and slippery, just enough for the pussy to accept her finger. The lengthy middle finger slipped in without any hesitation. The girl's pussy was hot and wet and she had no problem slipping the finger all the way in. She started to move her finger in and out faster rubbing in just the right spot. As she added her index finger to the mix, her other hand was coming up to take over a breast which was still contained in the pink bra.

 

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Margie let herself be directed by Lisa, trying to convince herself that she wasn't enjoying being handled, and mostly failing. She didn't know how to respond to the question though, and the confusion made her just shake her head, trying to deny it. Now that she was starting to break away from Lisa, her own arousal was coming to the forefront, that aching need between her legs eclipsing everything else. Thankfully, Lisa started touching and playing, seeming to know exactly what to do.

As Lisa's finger drew over her sex, Margie cried out. Her body jerked, moving straight, and her own hands slid down to her breasts, as if wanting to help play. fingers sough nipples, while the hand moved back down to rub and press at that perfect little ass. Everything looked as though Margie had moved into a submission position, Lisa leaning over her in pure dominance.

"No, never," muttered Margie. She shivered, feeling the hot breath against her skin. Seen activity? so she did this with all the interns? That would explain a lot. And why wouldn't she? Lisa was clearly beautiful, a sexual marvel, a goddess to be praised. Mmm, a goddess who kept pressing kisses upon Margie's neck. Hand slid along skin, feeling the smoothness of that perfect ass: just big enough to fill out a pair of panties, just round enough to entice, and just pert enough to be pleasurable.

"Yes, please keep touching me," pleaded Margie. "Yes, yes, yes!"

another tremble as the woman started rubbing at her sex. Margie had touched herself plenty of times before, and even had men touch and rub against her. But now, a finger slid inside her, and that alone nearly made the poor girl cum. all that rubbing against herself had done nothing, but this touch felt as though it turned a switch. That finger slid in without any resistance, the pussy seeming to welcome it, closing around the finger.

Then it moved, faster and faster. A second finger. Hands upon her breast now.

"Oh, it feels, mmm, oh, Lisa, ah,' came from the poor girl, too horny to speak intelligibly, just writhing and thrusting instead.

 

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Lisa thought the young girl was cute being horny and dumb from pleasure. She would make her the idiot of the bunch if she kept going, and that's exactly what she was going to do. She loved the feel of the girl's wet pussy enveloping her fingers. Her fingers were taking all the juice they could catch.

Lisa let her other hand cup one of Margie's breasts letting it roll around a bit before finding her nipple with two of her fingers. She pulled and pushed on the hard pinkish flesh. This girl was absolutely a God-send. She could do all sorts of things to this young one. She wandered what other spells she could find in that little black book of hers. She would definitely have to do some more research and find out.

Lisa suddenly brought her two fingers away from the girl's pussy. "Your body is such adorable. The way you are when you're horny...I could just eat you up. Perhaps I will," she alluded as she brought her two fingers up for both to see. They were covered in Margie's juices. She split her fingers watching the wetness connect the two. She brought her middle finger to Margie's mouth pressing the finger inside for her to taste herself. Lisa took her index finger getting a taste at the intern's wonderful taste. She kept her fingers close together so she could stick her tongue out and lick around Margie's. The combined taste of the two was pure magical.

Lisa broke away the kiss and pulled her fingers out. "Come now Margie, I'm sure you have some fantasies on what you would like your big boss to do to your young body. " She turned Margie around and gave her a soft but passionate kiss upon her lips. "Tell me your fantasies, I would love to fulfill your needs." Lisa brought her hands behind the young intern letting her hands play with the girl's perfect ass. How she would like play around with her and let her build up so much pleasure until she burst.