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The Spell

"Ahhhhh, that feels so good!" cried Margie as Lisa seized her nipple. The girl's body quaked with the sensation, tantalizing flesh jiggling enticingly for the woman who fondled her. Margie's nipples were plump bits of pink flesh, standing proudly among the impressive mound of her breast. Easy targets for skillful fingers, as Lisa was finding out first hand.

The fingers left Margie's pussy, and the girl whimpered. Looking over her shoulder, Margie faced her lover, seeing the two fingers. they glistened in the light, Margie's sexual juices giving them a fine coat. Margie's lips parted as she watched the two fingers split, a strand of fine liquid connecting one digit to the next. Another shudder and a moan spoke volumes for the sight's work upon her. when she was allowed a finger to taste, Margie nearly squealed. Once more her hungry mouth went into action, this time sucking and slurping the sweet taste of her own fluids off the fingers. Lisa moved forward to kiss and suck, and Margie had no qualms about meeting her, letting their tongues once again grow familiar.

It was Lisa who broke away, leaving a panting, flushed Margie. Brown eyes stared up at her boss, growing ever wider as the woman spoke. Those open lips were momentarily covered by a kiss, another which Margie moaned into. Hands returned to plump ass flesh, and Margie was left.

"I want to be fucked," she said. Not specific. What was she supposed to say? "I want to be taken by an older partner," that was true. "Someone with experience, ah," another little shudder of desire. "I want someone, mm, to teach me, to, ah, make me cry so hard in pleasure. I want to, mm, cum so hard I have problems, mmm, walking."

she reached for Lisa, her mind already racing with other thoughts. At this point, she would say whatever it took to have her desires met. The mounting need was driving the poor girl crazy, and her want all focused upon one person: the stately woman before her, the one who kept demanding things. Margie would do anything. Allow herself to be collared. Spanked. Shared. Her life at college had already been somewhat adventurous, but she'd never been quite this aroused. Perhaps a part of her mind realized that there was something more, but in that moment, Margie hardly cared.

she knew what she wanted, and that person kept squeezing her ass like it was a ripe fruit.
 
"Mmm such a delicious girl. I'll give you whatever you want as long as you give yourself to my whims and desires whenever I please," Lisa meant what she said, she wanted to use this girl more than once and was going to drive the poor young girl crazy in the process. "I'll give you all the unending pleasure you could possibly want and make you scream and beg for a chance to cum." Lisa wrapped her hand around Margie's neck like a collar used to constrict a slave.

Lisa started bringing her hands up, rubbing Margie's ass, but she really wanted back into her pantyhose. She made her way past the hose and inside the panties, but she had a new target for this poor girl. "Tell me Margie, you must have had many experiences in college. Have you ever had your ass played with by a sweet lover?" At that time, Lisa let her middle finger rub around the intern's sensitive anus. She only let her fingertip rub around the hole taking in the girl's expressions. Oh God, she was ready to take this poor girl to new heights.

Lisa kept letting her finger rub around Margie's ass until suddenly an unexpected push let her finger become swallowed by the tight hole. She started off slow barely giving her finger enough push to slide it in. She was halfway in with her finger curving from behind. "Let me show you a new kind of pleasure. One where you'll receive pleasure with no way out." Lisa slipped the rest of her finger in digging it deep in Margie's ass. "Tell the big boss how it feels Margie!" Lisa wished she had one of her special toys, just to take this poor girl for a ride she would never forget, but bringing something like that here in her position was risky.
 
"Yes, yes, whatever it takes! I need you, please!" Margie nearly begged. She whimpered again, letting her hair fall forward. Waves of blonde obscured her vision for a while, covering her panting mouth and glazed brown eyes. Another shudder of suppressed desire shook the girl, and she bit her lips to stifle the needy groan that came from her. Just from the teasing words and the petting of her plump ass.

The hands slid under the hose, into the panties, and found Margie's other hole. She jerked upright then, eyes going wide. Her head turned, again looking back at her lover. The expression of shock never left her, nor did she protest. "No, nobody's ever... done that,' she said, swallowing. It felt good too, the finger just playing along, teasing the tight whole.

A sudden push, and it entered Margie. the girl shot fully upright, her head whipped back, hair hitting her shoulder. A long, low moan came from her, and her hands clenched into fists. The tight anal hole closed about the finger, pinching tightly, pressing against it and rippling. It seemed to get further despite the body's resistance, sinking into the girl's ass, going further.

"Oh, that feels, mm," managed Margie. Her ass shook from side to side, and the insides squeezed again. "I've never felt this way before. It's very, mmm, full. I, mm, like it," another wiggle. She'd like anything by now. But Margie's ass had always been involved in sex, or at least frequently. one or two of her boyfriends had been big into spanking, and she had enjoyed knowing that one of her most attractive features got such regular attention.

But none had done this. One guy had suggested it, even played around. But Margie had been too tense; he hadn't done it quite right. Unlike now, where Lisa played the girl's body expertly.

"I love it," hissed Margie, her hands releasing and clinching, much like her ass. "It's, I've never felt, not like this, mmm," she shifted, almost trying to slide down. One hand went down her front, rubbing at her sex, which had started dripping again, obviously pleased with her treatment.
 
Lisa saw the young intern take her hand between her legs to try and please herself. She took that hand and set it back on the desk. "None of that now, not until I say." She continued to dig her finger up Margie's ass. "You're such a good girl, the way you take my finger in places where you never had it. Don't worry, I promise there will be more."

Lisa was feeling so horny again. She wanted to get off and cum again, but she wanted to tease this girl some more. She decided Margie was ready for another finger. She gently slid another finger into the intern's ass. Two fingers now massaged the intern's ass sliding in and out. Her fingers were becoming sticky with the tight walls of Margie's ass. She tortured the girl with ass play for a little while longer until she decided to pull out. She turned the intern around and bent her over the desk. Her hands grabbed the waistband to Margie's hose and pulled them down her legs. Once they were wrapped around her feet, she stood back up giving her plump ass a spanking. "You've been a bad girl, you tore the bosses pantyhose." Lisa figured she had been torturing the poor girl long enough.

With another spank she told the girl, "Get up on the desk, it's time to fuck." Once the girl was on the desk, she joined her laying on her back. She wrapped her legs around Margie's legs and brought her hips closer until her pussy was touching the girl's pink panties. While holding one of Margie's legs she took a grind rubbing her pussy against the girl's panties. She moaned as she felt the soft fabric of the girl's panties rub against her. "Oh YES!!" she exclaimed. This was it, she was going to keep grinding against the girl until they were both motionless bodies on a desk.
 
"But, but--" stammered Margie, ending up moaning in frustration. All this teasing was driving her crazy, with the fingers sliding into her virgin asshole, the licking and kissing of her boss's incredible body, all of it. How could she not be touching herself? Though Lisa's words did send a shiver down the blonde's spine.

Another finger slid into Margie's ass, and the girl let out a little squeal as it slid into the tight channel. Immediately she began squeezing, the interior walls gripping tightly, seeming to alternate between pushing against the digits and sucking them greater and greater inside. the sudden pull out made Margie gasp, that emptiness very much what she didn't want to do. She wanted to be touched, to have this mounting arousal dealt with. Those panties had started to feel like such a heavy barrier, shielding the needy sex from the rest of the world. Margie couldn't even touch herself, but instead needed to clench her fists.

A slap, a sharp squeal as the girl jerked. That collision had sent a small burst of juices loose from the girl, making Margie blush. Another slap. Get on the desk. Time. Margie scrambled, her frayed brain not even sure how two girls actually did anything.

"But, we don't have a cock or anything," she wound up saying. She was in position anyway, on her back, the squirming body knocking off some of the scattered office supplies. Her chest heaved with her panting, the bra having slipped off just enough to reveal one tortured nipple, the material somehow managing to have either returned or stayed on. another point of confusion for the poor girl: she still wore clothes. How did you fuck when you still had clothes on

Margie's questions were answered as Lisa began grinding against her. The heat of the woman pressed against Margie's needy, dripping sex. One leg was held, pushed, and then they started grinding. The sensation was incredible, the shifting fabric of her panties giving Margie stupendous friction. Her sex craved to be pressed against Lisa's, seeming to leak as a reminder of that. The thought that her panties would be covered in the mixture of juices, that they'd be forever scented with their arousal, made Margie moan all the louder, her head tossing back to loose a little yip of joy.

Entwined bodies, grinding pussies, panties drenched with cum, a writhing blonde body beginning to sweat.
 
Lisa kept grinding her hips against the intern's panties. She could feel the young girl's wetness seeping out from her panties onto Lisa's exposed pussy. "See? We don't need any cocks, but I would be happy to research into that if that is what you so crave..." Each word came forth between labored breaths as the two girls panted their way along the road of pleasure.

And then, Lisa had an idea. She was going to make this girl cum and spill everything she had accumulated in her body since she had drank that potion. Her hand started to creep along the legs of the two women and soon her thumb slid right underneath the pink panties covering Margie's womanhood. The thumb had only one target and to Lisa's experienced ways, it found it quickly. The thumb gently rolled over onto Margie's clit and began to stimulate the most sensitive part of her body. She let her thumb roll circles around Margie's clit knowing that any second she would be screaming her way to an orgasm like nothing she had ever experienced.

"I hope you're ready to cum my little intern." She kept her thumb on the young girl's clit. She was going to take what was left from her and best of all she was going to make her coming back for more. Once Lisa took a woman, they always wanted more. She knew how to pleasure women and she had her fair share of women to experiment on in the past. Margie would be no different, she would come back, she knew and she would beg to have another taste of the pure bliss that only Lisa knew how to give her.

Lisa began playing with one of her breasts with her other hand. Her moans soon became rhythmic, an indication she was about to cum. She worked her thumb around Margie's clit faster and soon the cries of her intern sent her over the edge. She felt the wave of pleasure and her cum blast against Margie's pussy. She kept working until she was sure Margie had her fair share of the pleasure before she let her body collapse against the desk. She was breathing heavily with her back against the desk. Shit...some papers got a little messy. She let her head come up to see how the intern was holding up.
 
Right now, all Margie craved was release, and she knew it lay in the hands, or pussy, of this woman. this very woman who kept rubbing her hot sex against Margie's pantie clad sex. The squirming, panting blonde watched as her boss's finger came up, sliding directly along the slit, seeming to know exactly where it was going. Like a laser, it sought out Margie's clit. the girl arched and screamed the moment it touched, her hips jerking up.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm ready, I want to cmmmmmmm!" cried Margie, her head going up to look at Lisa. Her hips began thrusting in earnest, rubbing against Lisa's bare sex, the fabric of her panties dragging between them, sliding over their mutual wetness. Margie could feel juices gathering, knew that the sodden fabric would bare witness to their coupling. Dimly she knew that she'd have to walk out of here wearing these soaked panties. It was barely a footnote though, not with all the marvelous sensations rocketing through her body now.

The thumb moved quicker and quicker, sliding Margie's most sensitive area about, dragging. The intern's cries grew every louder, till at last she shrieked. A loud, nearly ear-shattering "yes" left the blonde's mouth. Her hips jutted as far upward as she could manage, mashing harshly against Lisa's own bucking, writhing sex. Ripples of pleasure shot through Margie as her body raised into a strange diagonal. Hands went lashing out, knocking over office supplies as Margie gripped the desk tightly, knuckles turning white. As the initial "yes," drifted into "I'm cumming," the girl's pussy spasmed, that wonderful heat sinking into her entire body, nearly blasting the sex. Margie could feel liquid hitting either side of her panties, coating them and marinating her body.

Then the panting, exhausted girl fell onto the desk, laying upon it, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling, not able to comprehend what had just happened, let alone believe it had happened to her.
 
Lisa had started to untangle her legs from Margie's. She then climbed off the desk. She could already feel her juices sliding down her leg. She moved over to the young intern's body. She leaned in and pressed her lips against hers giving the girl another tongue filled kiss. She then pulled away looking at the girl. "I expect you to do your best here at the company and fulfill your promises."

Lisa was still a little aroused, just knowing that she had given Margie something new and wonderful, but she had also gained a new lover that she could play around. She already determined that she was going to keep this one around for a while, at least until her internship was done at the company. She might grow old of her by then, but then again she might not. She thought the girl would come back for more begging for the pleasure she had given her, but it might have been the potion's effects.

"Now, you have work to get done and I still have a full day to look forward to. Oh...I also expect a new pair of pantyhose tomorrow morning." Lisa straightened her pale blue thong out, covering her pussy completely, and gathered her clothes up starting to put her clothes back on. She took her shirt after slipping her bra on first, slipping each arm up the sleeves only half covering her bra. She did the buttons up one by one until only the top button remained. She left that one undone. The next step was to slide her black skirt up her slender legs. She tucked the shirt in her skirt before zipping and tightening the skirt up. She looked back at her desk making sure she still had a pair of glasses to put on. Great, they were still in tact. She put the glasses on her face before turning to Margie. "Until our next engagement sweety. I can't wait until our next meeting."
 
Post-coital bliss had settled onto Margie now, dimming the around her. She shifted, weakly moving and trying to settle. Another kiss, filled with tongue. words, something about fulfilling her promises and doing her best. what promises had Margie made? She couldn't remember, wasn't sure she wanted to. Now that she'd had her orgasm, her mind had settled a great deal. She became increasingly aware of her situation. Half naked, wearing soaked panties, and laying on her boss's desk amid a mess caused by their hot sex.

Margie groaned, forcing herself to slide off the desk. wobbling, she rose to her feet, looking over at her boss. Lisa seemed perfectly fine, almost business like. She redressed herself with nonchalance, issuing orders as though they were nothing more than boss and intern again. Was that all there was to it? Was Margie nothing more than a fuck for this woman?

She opened her mouth to say something, then noticed that the woman was nearly fully dressed. Fully dressed and staring at Margie, who suddenly felt like she'd just gotten caught masturbating by her mother. "Um, can I go home and change? Or maybe take a sick day?" she shifted. surely Lisa wouldn't make her go back and start working.

She walked over and got her blouse... several buttons were popped off,which made it impossible to put completely over her body. Her chest stuck out, seeming to create a hole in it. Margie settled for crossing her arms over her chest while she looked for her skirt, hoping that it hadn't been destroyed in the process as well. How could she possibly go out and face her coworkers like this? there was no doubting that she'd just been fucked.
 
It seemed like Lisa considered Margie's request, but only for a moment. "No, you must do your job." Lisa smiled as she got to her next point, "Besides, it will teach you how to deal with critical situations that you may encounter along the career path." Lisa turned around slipping on her last garment and setting the chair back into place. "You may go now." She saw Margie turn to leave, but she turned back around catching her hand. In a split second she turned the young intern around and planted a kiss back on her holding her close. She couldn't be a bitch all the time...just most of the time.

She let her tongue invade once again and pulled out when the time was right. "You were wonderful," she whispered, "and remember...have a good day." She let go of the young intern and let her walk out. Whew, what a morning. She knew that her experiences with this girl weren't over, she just wished she didn't have to wait so damn long. Then again, it's not fun when you aren't tortured.

Lisa heard the door close to the office room. She sat back behind the desk and looked over at the documents that had sort of been ruined by the sweat and love juices from the two women. Oh well, it's not like she needed any of it. She gathered them all up and put them in a pile. Today was just going to be another boring day. She only had one engagement, but that was probably going to be another 10 minute session on how good the finances were this quarter and how we should keep up the good work and blahdeeblahdeeblah. There was one thing she could do. She opened one of the drawers to her desk and pulled out the little black book. This was definitely going to be a fun read. It would be difficult but it would have its uses in the end. She flipped open the book and started to peruse the text for any languages she could recognize so she might be able to decipher.
 
Margie looked horror struck. She was somehow supposed to get through the day in these clothes? She was half tempted to appeal to her direct supervisor, but had sinking suspicion that wouldn't work out well. So the girl slid her skirt up her hips as best she could, straightened her blouse and tried to tuck it in. Even then, her hair was still obviously mussed, the buttons were still gone from the blouse, and you could practically smell the sex on her, mostly from the juices staining her panties and thighs.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing darkly and exiting in a hurry. Thankfully, the secretary had been planning for something like this. The woman provided Margie with a jacket and told her to head to a private restroom to clean up. Not enough to undermine what would happen, but enough to save the girl from complete humiliation. For the secretary knew that if Margie was completely humiliated each time she walked into that office, she'd stop coming back. A happy boss was a good boss.

So, slightly cleaned and wearing a jacket that wasn't hers, Margie bumbled through the day. A time or two someone complained about a strange smell around her, and once a guy complimented her on her perfume, which made her blush scarlet. She'd smeared plenty of hand lotion on and spritzed, but it was quite obvious what the smell was.

Somehow Margie made it through the day, hurried home to shower and get into something clean. For some reason, the events of that morning haunted her though, so that when she arrived next morning, dressed in a jade blouse, accompanying necklaces, and tight gray pencil skirt, she seemed almost curious as to what was going on with Lisa, though she knew better than to approach.
 
The day waned on for Lisa and soon it was time to go home. She translated small sections of the book as best as she could. It was a real bother having to brush up on her French and Latin. When she got home, she discovered that the book was also written in Italian and a lot of German. It was nothing a translator couldn't handle, but it almost proved impossible as the dialect was quite old. She didn't even need to read each individual section to know which spell she wanted to try next all she had to do was look at the diagram that came with it. Luckily for her the spell was in Latin. This time there was no potion that needed to be prepared just a small quick ritual and the saying of a couple words. It should be easy enough.

The next day she sat in her office again with the book going over what she needed to do for her special time with the intern. She had placed a note with a mug of the potion she had used on the young intern the day before. The note was just an expression of her feelings and how good yesterday morning was and also to remind her she owed her boss a new pair of pantyhose. She hoped to arouse feelings with the note with the potion there for backup.

This time Lisa wore a very stylish pair of black slacks with the waistband going above her waist past her belly button. She wore a simple blouse, nothing special about it, but the overall outfit was accented by the earrings she wore. She sat in her office waiting for the young intern to arrive. Hopefully everything would go according to plan and she would get to try out her new spell today.
 
The note and potion had been a surprise, to say the least. Sure, Margie had expected her boss to want another session sometime soon, but she hadn't expected it so soon. The secretary was keeping mum, but if things continued, they wouldn't be able to keep it all under wraps. Margie also wasn't so sure she wanted to drink the cup, suspecting it to contain another potion. Yesterday had been... good, but it had also been very, very scary.

"The pantyhose!" she suddenly said, lifting her hands to her mouth. She'd completely forgotten about them. She'd been in too much of a hurry to get home and shower. Pantyhose had been far from her mind, except when they appeared in her fantasy. Yet here was a note asking for just that. Blushing darkly, Margie gathered up the note and the cup, still not drinking it, and headed for the office.

Maybe this wasn't a booty call?

Seeing Lisa made memories start flowing back to Margie, and she almost immediately blushed. "I forgot to get you some new pantyhose, miss," she said. She shifted to set the drink down, not mentioning that. Margie was determined to show at least some control. She could do it; she just knew it.

"You wanted to see me for something, miss?" she asked, trying to keep things as professional as she could manage.
 
Lisa had her legs crossed as the young intern came in. It was a little unexpected even though she knew the girl would be coming in. It was just protocol to have the secretary announce who was waiting so she could gather her mind and focus on what needed to be done. Having the intern barge in was unexpected. "If you need something from, next time you will wait until I summon you out in the hallway." It might have sounded a little harsh to her ears, but oh well, she was the boss and around here they followed procedures.

Lisa noticed that Margie hadn't had any of the contents of the mug. "You know I made that specially for you. It's not the same as yesterday I can assure you, but I think it may be something you'd like." She left it up to Margie whether or not she would try.

Lisa uncrossed her legs and stood up from her chair. "Do you have what you owe me?" Lisa had a sly smile on her lips. She wanted to know whether or not the girl had actually remembered last morning's events. "You know if you forgot, then you must repay me...another way." She let the words sink into her young intern. She liked it when her prey thought. She liked the ideas and the tension it caused before she pounced. "But if you are incapable of keeping your word, I don't think there can be any room for you at this company."
 
The note hadn't been to summon Margie? The addled blonde looked down at it, again confused. Her mind hadn't been wholly working right since she'd, well, since she'd been fucked stupid on the desk over there. She looked over at it, then at the note again, feeling embarrassed completely and utterly now.

"I thought the note was your summons," she muttered, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink. Hadn't that been the point? A coy summons asking her to bring the pantyhose here? True, Margie hadn't done that, but she'd come expecting it to be, well, a summons.

She jerked her head to the mug as it was mentioned, looking at it. not the same as yesterday, but something "she would like." That was not very reassuring, and not enough to have the girl skipping over to eagerly drink it, not quite. But Margie could almost feel her boss's insistence that she did so, and some part of her wanted to obey. Mostly the part that acknowledged that she'd never cried quite so loudly or came quite so hard as she had yesterday.

Lisa stood, and Margie took a step back. "I-I-I told you, I f-f-forgot them," she said, swallowing. Her eyes went wide, the brown eyes making her appear almost doe-like. Repay her... in another way. If she couldn't keep her word... couldn't stay at the company. She needed this internship, needed the references. With this, she could get a real job wherever she wanted.

"I said I'd get them!" pleaded Margie. "I just forgot! I promise I'll get them to you soon. Tomorrow! I'll bring them tomorrow!"

she knew what the repayment meant, and her sex certainly seemed to realize. Margie wouldn't admit to that though; she didn't want to sound like a slut. Better to beg than to take on that label.
 
Lisa laughed as she approached the young intern. She certainly was a cute one, that was for sure. Her hand took the mug and letter away from Margie setting it on the desk behind her. She came back to Margie and let her hands wrap around over Margie's shoulders. "You need to lighten up. Can't you take a little joke?" Lisa's lips came up and gave the young girl a light kiss. "I know what this is about," she said playing the situation, "There's something you want, but you don't want to believe it." Lisa started to walk backwards taking Margie with her. They both stopped when Lisa backed her way against her desk. "You thought that yesterday morning was the best experience you've ever had and your mind is making up any excuse to come see me."

Lisa began to slowly trade places with Margie backing her against the desk. "You can tell me anything my dear." Lisa was cooing the girl with seduction. Her hand started to stroke the young girl's head running strands of her hair between her fingers. Lisa leaned in closer to her young inter. She was breathing light breaths against her cheeks and soon moved her light breaths to the girl's neck.

"You seemed so enthusiastic yesterday," she whispered in her ear, "I was sure you thought I was interesting. I guess you don't like me..." Lisa brought her body closer yet, making sure her breasts inside her blouse was pressing against Margie's. "...or maybe you're too shy." Lisa paused for a moment before whispering back. As she whispered her hands were slowly moving down across the girl's back. "All you have to do is tell me to, and I'll take over....and I promise this time I won't leave you with dirty clothes. I brought some with me today, don't you want to look like boss for a day?"
 
All the words played masterfully with Margie's mind. Her memory replayed the scene from yesterday, crying out her pleasure while this woman took her in a more spectacular way than any man ever could. A little joke. A light kiss, one that made Margie hop back in surprise.

"I don't think..." she tried. Her words trailed off as Lisa's near monologue continued. Margie felt the woman riding over her with sheer force of personality, if nothing else. Best experience she'd ever had. wanted to come back. "That's not true!" she tried to argue, but the words sounded false even to her.

"I--" she tried again. But wound up shuddering as the beautiful woman took strands of Margie's blonde hair between delicate fingers. she could remember those delicate fingers playing with different parts of Margie's body. Teasing her, drawing out a screaming orgasm from her writhing flesh. The heat from yesterday started to return, spreading out from Margie's groin, arching throughout her entire body. Wet panties. Writhing bodies. Intense orgasms.

"I like you," she muttered, blushing. What was she supposed to say? That she wanted to be taken? That didn't seem possible. "But, but we can't. We're working. I'm straight. You're my boss."

They were all reasons, but Margie couldn't quite fit a "no" into any of them. Probably because she didn't want to, though she was hardly going to admit that to this domineering woman. Instead she stood there, chewing her lip and wishing that there was an easy way out of this situation.
 
Lisa listened to the reasons Margie tried giving to get her out. None of them sounded plausible, there was doubt in her own words and she knew she was breaking through. "From the sounds coming from the office yesterday morning, I don't really believe you're completely straight," Lisa continued to play around with Margie's hair as she continued seducing the young girl. Oh how fun it was to play words around with teasing. Lisa could feel the spark ignite in her body as she went on. "And I AM your boss and we WILL be working." And work they would be, just like yesterday morning, but someone was going to get more of a workout with what she had planned.

Lisa leaned in and whispered "Tell me Margie, did you think about men last night or women just before you fell asleep." Lisa's hands came up creeping up the young intern's body. Lisa's fingers gripped the girl's buttons from her blouse. She undid them carefully saying, "Let's try this again, I don't want to ruin your cute blouse." The buttons came undone one by one until Lisa had to dig the end of the blouse from Margie's gray pencil skirt. She finally undid the last blouse and let the shirt part down the middle. Her hands parted them further and led the sleeves down her arms so she could see the bra she knew was probably going to be cute.

Lisa looked at the young girl. She was absolutely delectable just as she was yesterday. "I'll let you do the same to me, if it pleases you." Her fingers began to caress the young intern's side crawling up to her exposed smooth skin up to her bra and back down to her skirt. Her fingers started to grip the girl's skirt raising it ever so slowly. She wanted to desperately see what was hidden underneath. She loved exposing these hidden jewels and she was getting hot just thinking about it. Lisa leaned in one more time pressing her legs against the intern's and whispered, "I have something new I'd like to show you."
 
Not completely straight. Margie wanted to argue, opened her mouth to do just that, to insist that she was, that she only wanted men. But the words didn't come. They floated toward the top, bopped to the surface, but couldn't quite break free. Because at the end of the day, the intern simply knew there was some truth to the older woman's words. that sexy voice rolled down Margie's spine, making her shiver, making her body remember what she'd just experienced the day before.

"Men, I think about men," she tried, desperately. It even sounded like a lie to her. The shirt was coming off now, sliding from her body, baring the voluptuous torso underneath. A shimmering, silken bra, pale green, almost turquoise, held up the impressive breasts, which already heaved. Semi-sexy underwear. Matching thong underneath the skirt. Margie could almost feel the tiny string digging deeper into her ass as Lisa moved.

"I don't want to," she tried. "I-I-I, ooooh!"

Hands along her sides, making her tremble. Margie reached down, gripping at Lisa's wrists. No drink this time, nothing to arouse her or make her drop her inhibitions. Yet still that skirt rose, baring stocking clad leg, only inches away from baring pantie clad sex.

"Please, I'm sorry I came in to bother you. I just want to go back to work..."
 
"Oh but we are working my dear," Lisa whispered back, "and we have more work to get done." Lisa bunched up Margie's skirt up to her waist exposing the matching thong underneath. God this young piece of flesh was beautiful. She pressed her legs in between the young intern's legs pressing up against the girl's thong.

While her leg was occupied between the girl's legs, her hand was slowly making its way up to her face. She stuck two fingers in her mouth and licked and sucked at them with great intent. She had begun the ritual for the spell she was casting. She was going to give the young intern a special surprise. Once her fingers were covered in her saliva she brought her fingers down her body sliding into her pants. Her two wet fingers found their target and she contained a moan in her mouth. The next step was to cover her wet fingers with her own woman juices. She was already wet when her fingers made contact. As bad as she wanted to continue, she forced herself to stop in order to continue the spell. Her two wet fingers had one more target. They crawled up the thighs of the young intern. She didn't even have time for foreplay, her fingers went right in. Her combined wetness invaded the girl's pussy and with her thumb she traced a symbol around her clit. She managed to recite the Latin words to finish the spell. When she was done she felt something growing in the girl. She began to take her fingers away and as she did, whatever was growing was growing larger as she took her fingers away. When her fingers were out of the girl's pussy she had control over the growth of the penis that was forming out of the girl's pussy. She kept pulling on it until it was a pretty good size.

The penis was covered in a mixture of her saliva, pussy juices, and the girl's juices. It was still pulsating when she let go. The spell she performed gave Margie a man's part along with all of the lust a man carries. She kept a firm grip on the girl's new feature. "If all you think about is men, then I will make you one." Lisa knew the spell was only temporary. If she performed it correctly, then it would only last up until the young girl had an orgasm and she was going to make her wait as long as possible.
 
More work? Somehow Margie didn't think they'd be filing accounts. Her skirt raised, baring more of her tender flesh. The girl reached down, hands attempting to cover the flesh as it was bared; attempting, but failing miserably. Soon enough a leg pressed up against Margie's thong, digging between her legs, already determined.

Margie watched, frozen by awe and anticipation, as her boss performed some strange, sexy ritual. Fingers between lips, then over body, into pants, and now trailing along Margie's own body. The girl shivered, tried to take a step back, but found her body unwilling to leave and abandon this oh so pleasant touch. The fingers slid into Margie's panties, making her gasp. Hands came now, seizing the arm, but not pulling it away, so much as simply grasping. Then the thumb trailed just around the poor girl's clit. She tried to think of something, of anything but what was happening. But she could even hear her own whimpers, breaking through her pathetic attempts at grasping sanity.

Then it grew. The throbbing cock stretching between Margie's legs. Never before had she felt male lust, nor any lust of this intensity. The cock between her legs throbbed, and instantly her hands wrapped around it.

"Oh, oh, dear God, it hurts,' she moaned, shaking. Her hands were already starting to move, stroking it, giving her more pleasure. "Please, please take it away. I don't want to be a boy. And, And, aaaaah."

She trembled, her new cock suddenly surging forward, as if to identify itself for the two people who were so close. The tightness between Margie's legs grew, an already unbearable lust growing ever larger within.
 
Lisa listened as her young little intern begged to put it back, but her words lost meaning soon. Lisa ran her finger over the head of the new cock, her fingernail grazing over the opening of the urethra. Her other fingers were rubbing the shaft. "I sense a lot of lustful thoughts in your mind." She gave a squeeze of the cock stimulating it with a stroke. "Why don't you tell me what you're thinking." Lisa listened intently, hearing the girl with her man lust talking turned her on.

When Margie was done, Lisa let go of the cock pulsating in between the two women. "You know, it will be very hard for you to do what you want to me with all of these clothes still on." Lisa took a step back and let her hands trace over her body, bunching her breasts together on the way down. "Come on baby, I'll let you undress me, but on one condition," Lisa looked at the young girl with a serious face, "I'm still the boss."

Lisa took Margie's hands and placed them on her blouse. She wanted the girl to ravish her body with her lust. She wanted the girl to rip her clothes off to reveal her black and gold laced boyshorts. They were almost see-through able to provide the perfect view of her shaved pussy. She felt her clothes being removed, her matching bra would be the first thing exposed. Her hands wrapped around the girl hugging her close, "Oh yea baby, take these fucking things off." Her hand went down to where her intern's new organ was. She gripped it hard giving the girl motivation to keep going. "God, it has been such a long time since I was taken with a strap-on, but now I have the real thing attached to a young girl."
 
"I'm thinking about taking you. About thrusting this, this huge cock inside your sex and fucking you till we scream. About making you mine. About you making me cum, cum hard and long. You, you'd make me scream, and-and-" and Margie found her tongue tripping over words she really didn't want to say. It was already surprising her that Lisa had drawn that much from her, the unwilling girl completely shocked at her own words, that she would dare say something like that. Yet the cock throbbed between her legs, aching for attention. Lisa kept touching it too, making the thing leak. Barely had those fingers graced the skin when a tiny droplet formed at the head, already sliding downward.

Undress. Margie's shaky hands went to her mistress's clothing, tugging at it. the blouse was free of the slacks. Opened, revealing what lay underneath, the matching bra, encasing those breasts. Then the needy hands tugged at the slacks, nearly tearing at the fabric. Margie marveled at the beauty that lay underneath, that sexy body clad in those shimmering underthings, sexy and drawing. Her hands went to rub, seeming to match in time to her mistress's own squeezing. Margie gasped, her cock surging against the hand, nearly jumping.

"Please," she begged. She looked up at those eyes, her own wide with want. "I want to. Please. don't tease me anymore..."
 
Lisa managed to loosen Margie's grip on her. She quickly traded positions with the young girl pushing her forward so her back was towards Lisa. She bent Margie over the desk still grasping the cock firmly in her hand. She was moving her hand into strokes long and hard. She was physically pushing that cum out of the tip of the cock. Her hand moved slowly at first before speeding up. "But if I don't tease you till you break, then you'll never learn who the boss is." Lisa's hand kept working the hard thick cock in between Margie's legs. Her body was pressing up against Margie's ass. She could feel the heat coming off from the young girl. It was so intoxicating using this girl for her own pleasure.

Lisa could feel the cock ready to burst and she didn't want that just yet. She stopped her hand from stroking which may have been a mistake. Her hand came away giving up all physical power she held over Margie's man lust. Now the young intern was free to take over and do with her as she pleased, but if she remembered who was boss, then hopefully she would remain in control to continue teasing her intern.
 
Margie gasped as her body shifted, now with the woman pressing against her. A hand wrapped around her new cock, with a firm grip. Margie leaned back, gripping against the woman, hands grasping tightly against whatever she could find. That hand started pumping with practiced skill, and almost immediately, Margie could feel the cum surging. Blood and fluids shot straight to that dangling thing, hardening it till it became a pole, thrust painfully up, nearly tapping Margie's breasts.

Just as she was about to cum, just as Margie's pants took off, the hand left. the cock was already surging, pulsing with the edge of orgasm. Margie's own breathing had become a wild panting, her eyes glazed over with lust. Lisa let go, and Margie turned, looking up.

"Please," she begged, the programming for position still up. She rubbed her new cock against Lisa, smearing the precum along the older woman's body, even getting it against the fabric of the shorts. "Please let me cum. I want to cum. Pleeeeeease!"

She shuddered again, her hips jerking wildly, release becoming her everythign.
 
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