"Oh fuck yes! Lick that clit my beautiful blonde bitch,"
Tamika Dawkins screamed from the leather chair at her desk. Many who knew her would consider this her throne. The president of the First National Bank did indeed use her desk to wield power and make deals that impacted the community.
Right now, however, the power that she wielded was directed at the forty- something housewife and mother of two who was on her knees underneath the oaken desk. Madelyn Prescott, a community leader herself, was in a position of submission this December afternoon, and she relished in it.
With Jimmy Choo's planted on the edge of the desk, and her skirt bunched up at her hips, Tamika's toned ebony legs flared to her left and right, giving her subject full access to the bank president's beautiful black pussy.
"Oh God, you are so fucking good at this, my gifted pussy licker," Tamika cried as she felt a strong orgasm building in her belly and sending a tingle to her extremities.
Before meeting Tamika, Maddie could never have imagined being belittled and talked to in this manner. She was a respected member of her community, a mother of two wonderful kids. She was equal to her husband both in the bedroom and in their family life as well. So it did indeed surprise her that being talked down to and giving up control to Tamika excited her so much. The two women had begun a sexual relationship about six months prior after meeting at an exclusive clique of like-minded women called the Cactus Club.
What didn't surprise her, at least not for the last year, was her lust for and appreciation of the female form. Maddie considered herself straight for the first 42 years of her life. A married mother of two, who loved her husband, she never considered sex with another woman before in her life. That was until a fellow mother joined the Home-school association and seduced her. This changed Maddie's life in a big way, and a year later, she surmised, for the better.
Hearing Tamika's degrading language only made Maddie want to please the beautiful woman whom she knelt before even more. Feeling Tamika's hand run through her blonde hair, Maddie lightly flicked at the bank president's clitoris until she felt those amazing legs clench around her head. Hearing moans of ecstasy from above her, Maddie concentrated on capturing as much of Tamika's incredible nectar as possible as the seated woman exploded in an orgasm.
After letting her mistress come down from her orgasm, Maddie stood and placed her knees on either side of the seated woman's hips. She leaned in for a ravenous kiss made all the better by the wonderful taste of female essence that both women shared.
"You'll get your reward at the party, my pet," Tamika cooed as the two women broke their kiss. "Let's use the executive washroom to freshen up and head into the Christmas party. You know I have to make a grand entrance."
"Will it be awkward walking in with me instead of Harold?" Maddie asked.
"That makes it exciting my sweet. I'm the president. Let them all think what they want. I think it will make the partygoers all a little horny, wondering what we were up to. I certainly don't care what they think. It's my party after all. As for our husbands, I'm sure they are both on their second manhattans trying to decide which teller they want to bang the most, if they could tonight," Tamika answered.
"Not my Mike, he would never let his eyes stray," Maddie said in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, I'm sure not," Tamika replied with her own sarcastic giggle.
As they remade their faces in the mirror, Tamika asked Maddie, "Madelyn, from the pictures you have shown me, that Mike of yours is quite the catch. Have you two ever considered swapping with a like-minded couple?"
This caught Maddie off guard and she stumbled for the proper response.
"To be honest, no. When I announced to Mike that I was, um, er...bi, god I hate that term, he brought up the possibility of me bringing a woman home for him and me to share. He liked that idea and I think it lessened the blow of my announcement that I was sleeping with another, well two, other women at the time."
"How would you feel seeing him fuck another woman in front of you?"
"That's a good question. I did leave the door open to the possibility, but I don't honestly know how I would handle it. I know that's pretty selfish of me since he knows that you and I sleep together pretty often."
Placing her hand Maddie's ass, and looking into her eyes through the mirror, Tamika responded, "Maybe on his third Manhattan tonight, he may become aggregable to the idea. I can be quite persuasive, you know."
"Really? I wasn't aware," Maddie chuckled.
"Have you ever been with a black man before, my sweet?" Tamika asked.
"No," was Maddie's one-word reply.
"Well, there is a first time for everything. Let's get out there before they send a search party for us," Tamika commanded as she squeezed Maddie's perfect ass and then ground herself into the blonde's groin.
This gave Maddie quite a thrill and she did not protest when Tamika took her by the hand. As they were leaving the presidential office/suite, it did occur to Maddie that it would be odd walking into the First National Bank's Christmas party holding the hand of the married female president. Just as Tamika was about to open the outer door to the reception area, she released Maddie's hand and whispered, "Don't forget, I have a present for you and a favor to return before this night is out," before a chaste kiss and the door opening to the Christmas party.
The party was in full swing with a three-piece musical ensemble, oysters, shrimp and raw clams in an ice display, and three open bars. The thirty or so invitees were all connected to the bank through work or the spouse of an employee, except for Mike and Maddie Prescott, who were "special guests." As the two women made their way into the main lobby of the bank, which served as party central, they were greeted by Tamika's employees. Most went out of their way to approach Tamika with season's greetings and appreciation for the lavish affair that she prepared for her employees.
Maddie was introduced to each of the employees as Tamika's "dear friend" and was met with a pleasant greeting by all. Only some found it odd that the president had emerged from her office with another woman 45 minutes into the party while her husband sat at the bar with another man that none of them knew. "I'm sure the gossip train will be running tomorrow," Tamika thought to herself, "Good thing tomorrow is Saturday," she chuckled to herself.
Maddie just kept up a big smile and engaged in polite small talk, all the while looking for her husband and a stiff drink of her own. She was used to the spotlight, but having all the eyes of the party directed on her was a bit disconcerting. She finally saw Mike sitting at one of the make-shift bars chatting with a handsome black man she assumed was Tamika's husband, Harold.
"Oh, there they are, it looks like the hubbies have made fast friends with each other, Mads, let's get a drink, I seem to have built up a thirst," Tamika announced to Maddie.
Introductions were made at the bar and for the first time, the two couples had been together at the same time. They got along famously, trading stories about their children, as well as Tamika, filling the other three in on all the hot bank branch gossip. The cocktails were flowing freely for the two couples, vodka tonic for the ladies, above mentioned manhattans for the men.
Finally, Tamika announced, she had a short speech to make. She took Harold by the hand this time and walked to the giant vault door. Maddie and Mike watched as Tamika effortlessly took control of the room and gave a short speech thanking all her employees for their hard work and dedication to First National. To everyone's delight, she ended her speech by announcing that dinner was served.
When Mike heard this, he announced he would use the men's room before sitting down for dinner. This left Maddie alone at the bar. As she scanned the room and sipped her drink, she felt a tap on the shoulder. She turned around to see Jillian, Tamika's assistant standing in front of her in a beautiful green dress. With her heels, she towered over Maddie. Alongside her was a twenty-something very handsome blonde-haired man.
"Mrs. Prescott hello, it's Jillian, President Dawkin's assistant," the statuesque blonde announced.
