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Silken Lust (Darketernae x Mystearica)

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Darketernae

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Sakura Meroni flitted around her small office, weaving between tables stacked with large looms of fabrics of all textures and colours and plastic models holding clothing ranging from fancy dresses one would expect at a ball to sheer lingerie that should never leave one's bedroom. She designed and made each one for various clients, her position as a tailor that dealt in the more specialized requests leaving her with quite flexible working hours; the only reason she was still here at her office at all was because she was putting the finishing touches on one of her personal designs.

That itself was something she had delayed for most of the week in favour of getting her new assistant operational and supervising the simpler tasks she'd been given. While Sakura's main source of income was from custom orders, they did need to provide some examples and this dress was going to be one of the latest of her more sensual line.

Sakura snipped a loose thread from her newest dress, a sheer red dress, designed to hug the curves of the wearer but for something like this, she needed a live model to ensure that it bunched up in all the right places, which coincidentally was very much in the job description of her new assistant.

"Oh assistant! Could you come over here for a moment please?" Her voice flowed soft and silken like her clothing, a light blue strapless dress showing a hint of cleavage and billowing out as she moved.
 
Tamara Freeman was lucky to have this job, she knew. Sakura Meroni had a good thing going on with her fashion, a field Tamara was desperately wanting to get into -- she wanted to design eventually, but she had to pay her dues and do some more menial jobs in the meanwhile before she ever got that far. She'd jumped at the chance to be Sakura's assistant when she'd been offered it, to the point where she hadn't looked over the finer print of her job description when it had been given.

Getting coffee? That was fine. Double checking orders, taking calls? That was also fine. Modeling clothing when Sakura needed a stand-in...? She'd given it almost no thought, but there was a little bit of a problem when it came to modeling, especially the more sensual pieces of clothing, like what Sakura was working on right now.

"Coming!" Tamara called out when she heard her name from the other room. She took in a deep breath and stilled herself.

Easy girl, it'll be alright...

Tamara came into the other room, looking quite nice when she did. She wore a red blouse that had its top two buttons undone, giving a tantalizing look at her soft, bountiful chest, along with a pair of loose black slacks and a pair of toeless black shoes -- revealing her toenails that, like her fingernails, had been painted a red not dissimilar to that of her blouse.

"Yes, Ms. Meroni?" she asked, her dark eyes flitting from the woman to the sheer red dress. The sort that would cling oh-so-nicely to her curves.

Oh, no.
 
Sakura eyed her new assistant critically as she entered, taking in the figure she could make out with her choice of clothes - and for someone with her job decription, that was quite a lot actually. Sakura wouldn't deny that she hired Tamara as much for having good eye candy around as she did because the girl did seem both driven and desperate enough to not properly read the things she was signing - really, she was the first in twenty applications that balked at the modeling requirement, and that was the twenty that even got that far before she disqualified them for other reasons.

No, Tamara was here because her body would make a fine live model that she didn't have to pay for it, on top of being competent enough to help run things. That she also had the kind of body that Sakura would love to explore in detail was a lovely bonus.

Her smile grew as she confirmed her original thought about Tamara's figure compared to the dress. "Ms Freeman, as you can see, I have a dress that needs to be modeled and potentially adjusted afterwards." Brown eyes met Tamara's darker ones as Sakura smiled brightly at her. "I'm sure it would look lovely on you but I do need to be sure. You know where the changing room is." Just in case, Sakura did gesture to the sliding door that led to a moderately sized room, a mirror covering an entire wall with hangars and hooks for any clothing. Then she gently held the dress out to her, fully expecting her assistant to live up to her job.
 
For a second, Tamara looked panicky. A blouse could be done, maybe even a pair of pants (right up to the in-seam), and even dresses with a nice flouncy skirt or something... but she could see how tight this dress would be. After all, Sakura had her measurements to make sure anything that needed modeling would fit JUST so.

"Er." She thought about refusing for a moment... but she really couldn't. The job paid well, and she couldn't do anything that would get her fired. It'll be alright... if... if she finds out, she finds out. That's just the way it has to be. Not like she can legally fire you for that... right? With that semi-comforting thought, Tamara steeled herself, lifted her chin, and nodded. "Yes, Ms. Meroni," she said, taking the slinky red dress. "I'll be right back," she said, her dark eyes cutting over to the changing room before she made her way over to it.

She hung up the dress and looked at herself in the nearly floor-length mirror on the back of the closed door.. Well... here we go.

She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, peeling it off of her chocolatey flesh, revealing her bountiful chest held back by a tasteful black bra. Her hands hesitated for a moment before she slowly unbuttoned her pants, slipping out of her shoes before she let her pants fall to the ground. With the loss of her waistband to help hold it back, things became... obvious. Tamara was not an ordinary woman, and the thick cock that was nestled between her thighs was proof enough of that -- held back by only a pair of black satin panties.

She sighed and pulled the dress on -- she would have cut a very nice figure in it normally, cut high across her thighs in a way that tantalized and covered, the neckline making a promise of more silky black cleavage to be had, a warm-colored beauty with all the right curves... but there was a bulge, quite obvious in the way the dress fell across her, that revealed what she was packing down below, as generous an asset as any of her others.

With a deep sigh, folding her hands across it to look almost demure, she made her way out into Sakura's studio.
 
Sakura's eyebrow raised at Tamara's hesitation, but her assistant did eventually agree to follow through, which was enough to put a bright smile on her face. "I'm looking forward to it, Ms Freeman." While her assistant was occupied with changing her clothes, Sakura gathered a notepad and pencil, along with her roll of measuring tape, ready for the measurement adjustments if any turned out to be necessary.

When Tamara returned though....Sakura's eyes started at her chest, trailing down her large and luscious chest, wrapped around her red dress, the material sheer enough that she could make out the black bra she had on beneath it, but not so sheer that she could see deep details; just enough to tease and let the imagination run wild, just as intended. It hugged her curves in all the right places, drawing all the attention to her chest and hips and even now, Sakura herself had to hold back the urge to jump her employee. Something seemed off though...it was just at mid thigh as intended but the material was bunching up.

Sakura walked over to Tamara, measuring tape out and a more serious look on her face as she took measurements. "Something is off, it shouldn't be bunching like this on you....." Her hands and the tape trailed lower, Sakura eventually noticing how Tamara kept her hands in front of her all the time. "Please move your hands to your side; I can't get a good idea of what's wrong like this." Whatever the problem was, it was focused around her front anyway, making Sakura pay extra attention there.
 
Tamara was flushed, her breathing shallower than it normally was, her breasts heaving just slightly. Okay, just do a little spin, show her what needs to be shown, and get back in there and change. No harm, no foul.. But then Sakura was eating her up with her eyes, something Tamara could feel for perhaps the first time, a thought that made her flush all the harder. And then... and then there was the request to move her hands.

"Um..."

Well, it was time to get it over with. There was nothing she could do about it now. She slowly drew her hands back, revealing the bulge that pressed against the sheer fabric, nearly perfectly outlining it against what was otherwise a quite taut stomach.

"There's... something I've been meaning to tell you," she said with a visible wince now that her cock was pretty much fully visible through the dress.
 
Sakura didn't think that Tamara could manage anything to make her stop devouring her body with her eyes as long as she wore that dress, but her assistant did a wonderful job of proving her wrong when her hand moved away, revealing what was clearly a penis pressed up against her stomach. She looked again, in case she saw off - nope, it was still a penis. Her assistant clearly had some explaining to do.

"Hmm, yes I can see that you left out a bit of information in your application, Tamara." A hand reached out, rubbing against the bulge softly along her cock's entire length. "A very big bit of information at that....well now, seeing that you've been rubbing this thing all over my dress, I do hope that means that you're willing to buy it now."

Sakura struggled to keep a straight face as she looked into her assistant's eyes, but couldn't quite help a small smirk at this turn of events as she stepped closer into Tamara's personal space. "Of course, given that the dress is worth more than a month's salary, we might need to discuss...alternate ways for you to make up for it, and for lying to your boss at that."

Cock or not, Tamara did still look fit to be gobbled up - and if she was honest about it, the addition of the extra equipment, if anything, made her assistant even more tempting.
 
Tamara outright gasped when she felt Sakura's hand press directly against her cock through the gauzy material of the dress. In addition to the large organ, it was a little more... sensitive than a man's cock. Every fleeting touch was wonderful to Tamara, and beneath Sakura's touch, the cock was hardening fast -- not that it hadn't already been at half mast, pressing against the material of the dress and the silken panties that Tamara tended to perfer.

"Ah... ngh." Tamara stared straight into Sakura's eyes -- there was fear, apprehension... lust. Her eyes were stormy and confused, and she could feel her body tensing for all sorts of reasons. Her nipples hardened against the front of the dress, her body growing... warm as she felt like she was eaten from the ground up by Sakura's pretty dark eyes.

What've you gotten yourself into, girl?

"I uh... yeah, I don't have the money to pay for this," Tamara admitted. And even if she had, she didn't know if she even would -- this thing would clean her out, and it was barely a scrap of fabric, however well it was made or however tantalizingly it showed off her body. As Sakura invaded her space, Tamara took a step back, feeling her plush ass backing right into Sakura's desk. Her hands covered up her growing cock once more, her eyes focusing on Sakura's.

"What... what do you have in mind, Ms. Meroni?" Tamara whispered. She was not the most experienced woman -- how could she be with a big black cock? -- but she wasn't an idiot, and she could see the look in Sakura's eyes.
 
Sakura's smirk became just a bit wider as she moved with her assistant, appreciating both her gasp, and the way her extra tool reacted so vigorously to just a bit of attention. She didn't mind the fear as Tamara managed to meet her eyes - it was far more along the lines of cute than anything else - and the storm of confusion and lust just encouraged her to keep up her attack before the girl quite managed to catch herself.

Obviously she couldn't afford to pay for that dress; the kinds of people Sakura made clothing for were well beyond the salary range of a desperate assistant. With Tamara backed into a corner (and her desk), Sakura moved in for the kill, leaning into Tamara, her face almost close enough for their lips to meet. "It's just an expansion of your current duties. You'll work as my more....personal assistant, Tamara." Her full breasts pressed against Tamara's the feel of her nipples testing Sakura's restraint even as she reached around Tamara's waist, brushing against the dress and shifting the material to rub on her even more. She did make that dress to tantalize both parties after all; the material was made to brush and tease the flesh.

"I'm sure you can work out some of your new duties yourself but for now, I want a more hands on measurement of all your sizes." Her own eyes showed a mixture of triumph and lust, having finally gotten something to make her assistant hers. "Then, well we'll just have to see from there." Her lips were just brushing against Tamara's with her last words, her voice heavy with all the promises her words entailed.
 
Tamara's cheeks darkened as much as they could, her eyes widening as the soft hand of her boss kept up the sensual attack on Tamar'as body, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as all of a sudden, Sakura's face was right in front of hers. Those words were both terrifying and music to Tamara's ears, because she wanted more than anything to cum just then She never had much attention given to that cock, except for the occasional time that Tamara stuffed herself into a corner and rubbed one out messily into some tissues...

"I... I... a-alright," Tamara said, those hands the killer in all this, feeling the way her boss rubbed up against her. Tamara had always been more attracted to men, but in the guiltiest moments of watching porn, watching some man pound a soft-bodied woman into a gibbering, orgasming mess... well, sometimes Tamara fantasized that she was the pounder, not the pounded.

"W-what do you want from me? Exactly?" she asked, her breath catching when those lips just ever-so-gently brushed against her own. Was... was Sakura going to ask her to strip down?
 
Sakura smiled gently at Tamara once she gave her consent, her own body getting a light flush from her arousal right now, nothing on the level of Tamara's blush though, quite clear even with her darer skin tone. She wondered if she could get her assistant to take on any darker shades while she was at it....or at least more of those cute gasps and reactions. She still didn't move away from her close proximity to Tamara's lips, quite enjoying the sensation.

"What I want, Tamara, is you. All of you." Her hands drifted up Tamara's back, teasing her flesh and slipping into one of the near invisible slits in her dress, caressing her back directly as she undid her assistant's bra. "You can keep my dress on but everything else needs to go." She leaned in with a soft, gentle kiss of encouragement, using the distraction to have her hands roam lower still; whether Tamara took off her underwear or Sakura did was quite up to her, but it was coming off.
 
Tamara would have been hard-pressed to call what was happening now "consent", her body betraying her in a flush of heat as Ms. Meroni so unhesitatingly pressed herself up against her assistant, Tamara looking for a place to escape to but finding none. She just needed to escape from these heady sensations long enough to make sense of all this, but suddenly a small gasp was pulled from her plump lips as Sakura's hands slid in through those invisible slits, intentional tears in the fabric that Tamara had not even noticed, a situation that ended with her lacy bra unsnapping inside of the dress. It was easy to pull out, Tamara's soft tits falling free of her form, tipped with dark nipples that gently brushed along the inside of the dress. Tamara's legs slid together.

"W-why?" she asked -- it was hard to believe that Sakura was actually... interested, considering what she had discovered tonight. But as Tamara suddenly kissed ever-so--gently, she pushed further against the desk, her taut bottom sitting on the edge of it, she leaned back just far enough for Sakura's questing hands to be able to pull those lacy panties all the way down Tamara's long legs... leaving nothing between Sakura's hungry eyes or hands and Tamara's thick cock.
 
"Why? Why not? You're my beautiful, meek, lovable assistant. Why wouldn't I want you all to myself?" Despite Tamara's hesitation and apparent doubt in her own attractiveness, her actions spoke all that Sakura needed to pay attention to as far as she was concerned. She slid those lacy panties down her smooth legs, taking the opportunity to glide her fingers over her assistant's dark skin along the way. Panties in hand, she took a moment to appreciate Tamara's practically naked body, the see through material of her dress doing nothing to shield her full breasts, hard cock and delicious pussy from her ravenous eyes.

"So very beautiful, like you're begging for someone to eat you up." She slowly licked her lips as her hands went back to roaming, one slipping between a slit at the groin level, her hand wrapping around Tamara's extra member, delicate and skilled fingers stroking her length while her other hand rubbed her soft breasts through the silk fabric. "I never expected that particular slit to be used like this, so you'll need to tell me how it goes, Tamara." This would make a good study in just how it felt to be stroked while her cock head was rubbing against the silk dress from within. She never had an opportunity to test how silk and a cock interacted and what better way than to drive her assistant wild?
 
Tamara's breathing hitched in her throat, her eyes wide with... fear? Lust? It was hard to tell what was the dominant emotion in her eyes as they flickered through a wide host of them, but her body seemed to be MUCH more aware. Her legs parted some once the panties were free of them, the dress riding up her thighs as her toes curled, allowing Sakura unrestricted access to Tamara's twin sexes. "How long've you been thinking about this?" Tamara couldn't help but ask, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip when she felt Sakura's hand slide through the slit and wrap around that thick cock.

"Ngh~" she groaned, her back pressing back down against the clean desktop as her body begged to allow Sakura to have her way with Tamara. "I... feels good," she breathed, the spongy head of her cock brushing against the silk as Sakura did indeed drive Tamara wild. Her hand fell atop Sakura's as the other woman groped Tamara's chest, the soft flesh feeling amazing through the sheer fabric -- her nipples were already hard, her body being driven into a heat that she desperately wanted to slake.
 
Sakura's stroking of Tamara's dark cock maintained its gentle pace, the designer taking care to brush the entire head against the silk dress, especially with how...enthusiastically her assistant was reacting to it. Her panties were practically soaked at this point, some of her fluids running down her thighs as she focused on driving Tamara mad with lust and pleasure. Her question did bring a sensual chuckle out of her in the midst of things though, Sakura pulling her breast hand away to hike up her skirt, revealing a see-through black pair of side tie panties that she undid, holding the soaked through lingerie in front of Tamara's face.

"Far too long, Tamara, far too long." She spoke with a hunger that was only hinted at before, pushing her underwear into Tamara's open mouth to let her get a good taste of Sakura's arousal. "Just a sample before you get to drink from the source." From there, Sakura leaned over Tamara's groin, her hand moving lower to lightly rub against her slit. "I wonder, dear Tamara, what do you prefer, your male organ?" Her breath blew lightly over its length, lips just brushing over it. "Or your feminine parts?" As her fingers parted her vulva, stroking her deeper. "Or would you really like someone to play with both at once?" Her other hand came back into play, gripping the thick shaft a bit more firmly and stroking Tamara with some more energy, Sakura's mischievous smile staring at Tamara's face, watching her reactions to the dual stimulation.
 
Tamara's breath caught when all of a sudden she was presented with Sakura's panties. Tamara wasn't self-conscious about her pretty face, or most of her body, but she didn't think the fact that she had a cock would turn anyone on. It turned out that she was wrong about that, and became all the more aware of it when Sakura was stuffing those panties into Tamara's mouth, agape as it was. It... it tasted better than she would have thought.

"Mmm... mmmngh!" she was moaning around the scrap of panties in her mouth, one arm going over her mouth as if to stifle those sounds anymore. Her pussy was wet, and her cock couldn't have been any harder. As Sakura's hand pumped that cock and her other rubbed and stroked at her pussy, Tamara's hips began to move and rock, doing everything she could to feel more. To feel more of Sakura's hand around that cock, to get those fingers deeper and deeper into Tamara's waiting pussy.

Tamara spat out the panties after a moment of trying, her breaths coming quick. "Y-you're gonna make me cum, Ms. Meroni," Tamara whimpered.
 
Tamara's moans, muffled as they were, spurred Sakura on, the designer sticking two fingers deep into her assistant's pussy, the wet noise of her arousal filling the area with lewd noises as Sakura's hand curled up within Tamara's walls, stroking and feeling around for the spot to drive her completely crazy, as Sakura licked her lips in anticipation of what was to come, what with Tamara's whimpering as she lost herself in the pleasure.

"Then cum, Tamara, you're going to be doing that more than once tonight after all." She leaned over to Tamara's cock, sucking the head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it over the silk dress, giving her slit a long lick, pushing the material onto her head even more as her hand kept pumping the shaft faster, stroking both of Tamara's sexes towards orgasm. She wanted to taste her assistant fully, and what Sakura wanted in relation to her, she was going to get.
 
Tamara threw her head back, her smooth thighs tensing and untensing, squeezing around Sakura's head a little as the designer leaned in to start sucking on the head of her cock. Tamara wasn't going to be able to take it much longer, little stars dancing before her eyes as the head of her cock was bathed and two fingers rapidly slid in and out of her tight, wet pussy. Her stomach was positively boiling, back arching and lips letting out pained little breaths as Sakura drove her further and further, nails digging down into the desk and her legs kicking out at the air.

"Ah... ah... G-GOD I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. Two orgasms at once crashed over her, body spasming as her juices coated Sakura's questing fingers, and her spunk was blown deep into Sakura's mouth, filling her mouth and throat with glob after glob of thick cum. Tamara thudded as one down into the desk, letting out little sobbing gasps -- she wasn't upset, but that orgasm had been the MOST intense that Tamara had ever had...
 
When Tamara came, she came hard, her inner walls squeezing her fingers tight, her juices flooding out over her hand as thick spurts of cum shot through the thin fabric, spurting into Sakura's mouth. She eagerly gulped down the thick, creamy seed, savouring Tamara's taste as she spasmed in her orgasm, not stopping her sucking or thrusting, dragging it out as long as possible for her. When Tamara eventually stopped, Sakura chuckled giddily, licking her hand clean of cum, then leaning over the still gasping Tamara, pressing her lips against hers in a more aggressive kiss, her tongue invading her assistant's mouth, letting her taste her own fluids from both her sexes.

Sakura pulled back after the steamy kiss, licking Tamara's lips as she pulled back, chuckling at her current state. "Well you seemed to enjoy that." With a quick movement, Sakura pulled herself on top the table and on top of Tamara, her bare pussy grinding against her groin as she pulled down the top of her dress, letting her own creamy breasts loose, Sakura not having bothered with a bra. "I wonder, has anyone ever given your extra attachment so much attention?" She grabbed her cock, stroking it gently again and rubbing it against her dripping wet slit, teasing Tamara with the offer. "Or am I the one who is going to take your male virginity?"
 
Tamara's eyes fluttered open and closed, her chest heaving heavily, her large tits jiggling just sligtly for Sakura's viewing pleasure as she came down from what had been the most intense experience in her life. She had never came with both at once before, and for a second, she had ti fight to keep from blacking out. That kiss woke her up though, tasting the saltiness of her own cum as the passionate kis was forced upon her, her tongue fighting against Sakura's in vain.

And then Sakura was climbing on top of her, straddling Tamara's hips and pulling her shirt down to reveal her soft, milky tits. Tamara's eyes were drawn to them immediately, her hands reaching out slowly to take the soft flesh in hand. Ooooh...

"I-it felt nice," Tamara said weakly, her eyes drawn back between her legs to find Sakura raising her own lovely body up to bare both of their sexes at once. Tamara licked her lips. "N-no one's ever touched it before. I was afraid they'd hate it," she said, her eyes wide and pleading. "Could... could we do this somewhee softer?" she asked, hoping she could get some small mercy. Really, she just wanted a moment to breathe. Sakura was driving her wild.
 
Sakura watched the show Tamara was putting on with a pleased grin, burning Tamara's movements into her eyes and feeling quite disappointed that she never put in any security cameras to immortalize this moment. She certainly made no attempt to stop Tamara from massaging her creamy orbs either, a pleased hum in her throat at the attention, her grin widening as her assistant's eyes traveled down to what she was currently doing with her cock.

"That they would hate this? Well there's all kinds of people out there. I can't honestly say that I'm fully sympathetic though; after all, it means that your first is all mine." And the mere thought of it had her nipples fully swollen into hard, pink nubs, although Tamara's hands certainly helped a lot. Sakura ran a hand through Tamara's long, dark hair, cupping her cheek gently and smiling down at her hot body, her dress clinging to her dark body from the mix of sweat and cum, painting an incredibly erotic picture.

"Of course we could, and we will later." As if the implication in her words wasn't clear enough, Sakura raised her curvy hips, slowly lowering herself onto her assistant's rod, its thick length parting her lips and sinking into her tight core. Oh, it felt so good too, the mixture of the taboo of fucking her employee, her extra attachment, and finally getting to do what she wanted to for so long mixing together to ensure that her passage was well lubricated for this. "Now though, I don't feel like waiting, Tamara, and I don't think you want to either." She waved her hand over her breasts, still in Tamara's grip, as she slowly sunk deeper onto her cock, until their thighs met and Sakura had taken all of Tamara in. "Do you really want me to stop now dear?" She breathed out, voice laden with lust and desire.
 
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