Ami was nineteen, the cute intern starting her first day at her new, big-city job. She was so happy, her pale cheeks flushed with excitement as she made her way to her new boss' office, and the moment she knocked on the door her life changed.
"Come in!"
Marisol Castellanos gestured for her new hire to enter, beckoning Ami forward with a commanding wave. The older woman, almost fifteen years Ami's senior, was gorgeous, her large breasts and curvaceous ass filling out her red and black pantsuit perfectly. Her eyes rose from the paper she was signing, inquisitive gaze raking across the petite intern's body, and a charming, seductive smile spread across her lips.
"Welcome, you must be Ami Delano. We're so glad to have you on board, and I hope you prove to be as good of an asset to us as your grades and extracurriculars said you would be."
Something about the confident, mature woman had Ami's cheeks blushing for a new reason, the teen feeling a strange flutter in her belly that she hadn't experienced since the day she met her now-husband in their geography class after her brother Jason had introduced them. That had been two years ago, and they had been married for the last six months, but lately Keith had been cold and distant. He only wanted to have sex with her on occasion, and didn't didn't spend any time with her otherwise, but Ami reassured herself again and again that it was just them having to settle into post-grad life that had him so on edge.
He definitely wasn't cheating on her, right?
A tan, warm hand was extended across the desk, pulling Ami from her thoughts of how beautiful her boss was, and she shook it vigorously.
"Yes ma'am, Ms. Castellanos! It's a pleasure to be here, and I can't wait to show you what I can do."
Even to her own ears the words seemed to carry a double meaning, the blush creeping down Ami's neck. Her boss didn't seem to notice, however, and she gave the girl a pleasant smile.
"Great. Please, call me Marisol; everyone else does, and though you're the new kid on the block you're welcome to as well. Give me a few minutes to finish signing this building proposal, and then I'd be happy to give you a tour myself."
Ami glanced down at her first-day itinerary, noticing that a man named Harold should have been the one to show her around.
"Oh, no, I don't want to be any trouble! I can just wait in the hall for Harold..."
With a wave of her hand Marisol cut Ami off, a cheeky grin lighting up her face.
"Now hold on, who's the boss here?"
For a moment Ami hesitated, not sure how she should answer, but after a moment she met her boss' gaze.
"You are."
Marisol nodded, a musical chuckle filling the office.
"That's right, and the boss says she needs a coffee and a stretch. Besides, if I left you waiting for Harold you'd be there til three -- he's nice, and good at his job, buuuuuut he doesn't like running around or moving far from his desk."
Their first meeting set the tone for the next five months, Ami and Marisol growing close as the intern ingrained herself into the office's routine. She was a bubbly, useful presence, Marisol taking quite a shine to the girl, and it wasn't long before their interactions took on a more flirtatious tone. Ami wasn't even aware of how often she left a button or two undone, or how her cute, small breasts would press up against Marisol's arm whenever she would lean over to watch her boss work on something -- but Marisol was very aware of Ami's subconscious signals.
Her adorable intern was so cute, and it was all the older woman could do not to give in -- she wanted to bend Ami over the desk and fuck the teen silly, and if she was given that chance she would barely have cared if the whole office heard. They had gotten to know each other well, and that closeness was what tipped her off to something being wrong one day when Ami came in to work. The girl wasn't her usually bright, focused self, instead sitting at her desk and hardly spoke to anyone. By the end of the day Marisol couldn't stand it, the mature woman shooting out a quick email.
Meet me in my office at 5, let Keith know we have work to do and that you'll be home late.
She knew by now that Ami wouldn't refuse -- not only was overtime pay excellent, but even if it hadn't been the girl was always willing to do whatever her boss requested without a second thought. At five on the dot Ami knocked on Marisol's door, slipping quietly into the room like a wisp of fog. Marisol pointed to the couch, her tone booking no argument.
"Sit."
Ami knew she wasn't in trouble, fortunately, but she had a nagging suspicion that the older woman was going to ask what was wrong. A moment later Marisol took a seat next to her, two wine glasses in hand, and she poured herself a full one and Ami a half-glass. The girl shook her head, trying to protest, but her heart wasn't in it.
"No, I'm not old enough yet..."
Marisol scoffed, dark eyes glittering mischievously as she continued to hold out the wine glass.
"If you can legally smoke, go to war and bear a child then you should be legally able to drink. However, if you don't want it I fully understand."
For another moment Ami hesitated, but this wasn't her first time having alcohol by far thanks to attending dorm parties, and she did love the flavor of a rich, red wine. She silently accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against Marisol's as she lifted it, and the contact sent an electric tingle of arousal straight to her neglected pussy.
"Thanks."
It only took a few moments of prying for Marisol to get the story of what was bothering Ami out -- Keith, whom had been suspected of cheating for almost a year now, was caught red-handed by Ami when he left his phone in bed after he had just texted a dick-pic to some girl from the gym he frequented. They had argued, Keith claiming that Ami didn't put out sexually for him as much now that she worked, and he had been livid. His anger scared Ami, the poor girl trembling as she told Marisol, and when she was done there were unshed tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.
"I, I
hate
it! I just want someone to put him in his place, someone to make him remember that he
can't
do these things. He doesn't listen to me, doesn't care about my feelings or what I need, and I haven't wanted to have sex with him because of it. I feel bad about that, but I'm not...I, I don't know...I still care about him, but I think we got married too fast. I also don't like having sex with him because he's not good at getting me to cum, and the moment he gets off he's done, so it's not worth the disappointment for me..."
She trailed off, turning her face away in embarrassment, but Marisol had other plans. She leaned over, gently tilting the girl's chin up so Ami had to look at her. Her intern's frustration and neglect were both clear, and all Marisol wanted to do was show Ami that she was a woman worthy of being treated properly.
"I hear you, and I'm sorry he's such an asshole. You deserve so much better, and maybe what would help is having someone around who can provide you both with what you need. You're so amazing, and have given him everything you can, but he isn't going to change. Maybe that means it's time to try something new? If that doesn't work you can always divorce him, and I can think of a dozen people who would date you in a heartbeat."
There hadn't been a plan to try and seduce Ami that night, no premeditated thoughts to get the girl's sweet lips on hers, but as Marisol said those words she truly meant them. The intern wiped her eyes, refusing to let her tears fall, and she looked up at her boss with curiosity.
"What do you mean?"
For a moment Marisol hesitated, not wanting to scare Ami off, but this was too prime of a moment to let it pass by. She truly believed that she could help the couple -- throughout her life she had encountered many men like Keith: young, impetuous, lustful, not grateful for a partner who worked hard to give them the world, and most of them just needed a firm hard to help guide them onto a path of learning to be a more dutiful husband.
"Maybe you need a new sexual partner, someone to fuck you both. A person with experience who can put him in his place, satisfy you and also offer a secondary sexual outlet in a controlled environment where he feels like he's getting enough to not stray further. If it was someone you know and trusted, and you were being fucked too, then that could very well create an improved dynamic."
Now Ami's cheeks were scarlet, the young intern not used to talking about such intimate topics with anyone, much less her sexy, powerful boss. The idea intrigued her, but where could she find someone who could do all of that for them? Keith would never touch another man, and she hadn't slept with another female even though that had been something she had really wanted to experiment with in college, so the idea of finding a third person who could fulfill both of their needs sounded impossible.
"Maybe that could work, but...I, I don't know anyone like that, much less someone I trust enough to think they could make things better."
She sounded so hopeless, and Marisol's heart twisted. She slid her hand over, gently cupping the teen's cheek, and she loved the way that Ami leaned into her touch. The girl was enjoying the possessive warmth of the older woman's fingers, her eyes closing as she relaxed, and for a moment they sat in silence. Marisol was waiting patiently, and she hoped that she had laid enough breadcrumbs for Ami to see the trail. A heartbeat later the girl blinked, lashes fluttering cutely as she tilted her face back up with a question in her gaze.
"Do you know anyone like that, a woman you think could help? I, I want to try, and if she's the way you described...I want someone to dominate both of us, and to make me feel good. Keith hasn't done that in a long time, and I miss it."
Ami meant it, though the idea terrified her. Keith was already stepping out, was already fucking other women, so if her boss' suggestion came to fruition then at least it would be something she was setting up and could have control over. Marisol had to stop herself from grinning, her fingers gliding down from Ami's cheek to her neck, and she was practically squirming with anticipation. She was so attracted to the younger woman, her cunt wet with desire as she gazed hungrily at the petite beauty, and Marisol let her thumb graze the teen's collarbone.
"What about a woman like me? I could fit that dominant role for you: give me an hour with you and Keith together, and I'll have you feeling more sexually fulfilled than you can imagine. You're so beautiful, and I've wanted you since the first moment you stepped into my office."
Beneath her fingertips Ami's breath hitched, the girl gasping as a flood of desire shot straight to her pussy. Had Marisol -- her gorgeous, sophisticated, commanding boss -- really just offered to fuck her? She had been attracted to the older woman for months, had mentally crafted dozens of sexual fantasies about her, but never once had Ami thought Marisol saw her that way. Her mind snapped into focus, and she realized that her boss was waiting for a reply. Hesitantly the teen nodded, her head bobbing in acceptance.
