This story contains characters from other stories but is intended as stand alone.
All comments and feedback are gratefully received as I'm hoping the feedback will encourage improvements in my work. This is a work of fiction from the deep dank recesses of my mind and any resemblance to real people is purely accidental.
This story contains lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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She hated doing this job. Once a week the entire filling had to be ordered and put away and it seemed like this week everyone had taken something out and left for her to clear away. That may sound like a complaint but Gemma really enjoyed her job at Angels Lingerie. The company was small enough that she knew most people but large enough to make her role suitably diverse, basically no two days were the same.
Gemma is 24 years old and stands at six feet tall; she is slim with long, shapely legs, something she likes to show off by constantly wearing short skirts, knowing full well it drove male admirers wild. On this occasion she was bent over sorting the various files. She was leant forward on one arm to steady herself, stretching herself across the floor almost as if she were playing twister.
This position made her skirt ride up displaying the top of her stockings and pulled tight across her very shapely butt. It had already earned her a playful slap across the backside from Bea as she had left the office. Gemma knew it was an unflattering sight, but it stopped her getting backache and there was only her boss, Susan, and the secretary, Bea, around in their office on a Friday afternoon anyway, so she felt safe enough. Just then Gemma heard the heavy wooden office door open and close, a quick look through her splayed legs saw her boss's conservative shoes entering the room so she went back to her filing.
Susan struck Gemma as a bit of a stuffed shirt. A strict Catholic upbringing with what she assumed a husband that was more interested in his golf than his wife normally meant that Susan showed a distinct disapproval of Gemma's girlish antics. This could not have been further from the truth; Susan had an insatiable appetite for pretty girls, which had started at school. Being an all-girls' school, the pupils had no choice to satisfy their sexual curiosity but with each other, most grew out of it and married. She was her own worst enemy, when it came to employing a secretary, she had predictably taken on a young, slim blonde with a cracking figure, she had almost salivated over Bea during the interview.
Employing Gemma, as her assistant had similarly almost been inevitable, the leggy girl with curly brown hair kept crossing and uncrossing her legs during the interview, she had a beautiful face and a superb chest, at least a 36D she thought. Susan had lost count of the number of times she had masturbated dreaming about Gemma lapping away at her pussy or having Bea bent in front of her waiting to fulfil whatever instruction Susan could think up.
Susan still craved the juicier pussy that she had experienced in her youth. She put her success down to the fact that no one ever suspected she was bisexual, and by the time her victims had returned to their senses, she was normally lapping away at their clit.
The sight that greeted her made her stop in her tracks; Susan's eyes immediately went to the shapely butt aimed in her direction. Unconsciously Susan stepped towards her assistant; time had stopped, and she was oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes not able to focus on anything other than the shapely orbs. Her heart was racing and her tongue licking her lips.
In an instant Susan had reached down and was stroking the soft inner thigh above the nylon stocking. Gemma's head shot up; her eyes wide in shock at the touch. There was no one else here and so this had to be her boss -- 'What was she doing' thought Gemma without voicing her concerns.
The enquiring hand moved to the young girl's crotch, a finger trickled away below her clit made easier to find by the ring pierced in it, next she sensed that her boss knelt down behind her and Gemma felt a soft tongue flicking on her thigh where the hand had previously been as Susan worshiped the soft, creamy white, flesh. Without even a fight, the battle to object had been lost; her two most sensitive areas were under dual attack.
As Gemma had not objected, Susan pressed on, the skirt was lifted clear of Gemma's butt cheeks and she started to kiss higher towards her butt, her fingers working continuously on the clitoris. After four months abstinence and the suddenness of the 'attack', Gemma had no will power to protest, she knew it wasn't right -- this was her boss -- another woman. Her fate was sealed once Susan worked a finger inside her panty leg and withdrew the flimsy material out of the way; this gave Susan free access to Gemma's crotch, immediately working her tongue deep into the girl's damp splayed tangy pussy.
As a reaction to the onslaught, Gemma shifted position slightly splaying her legs further. This allowed Susan better access and three quick licks of the girl's clitoris soon had her coming on Susan's expert tongue. As Susan moved away, she stood up behind her assistant and in an authoritative voice instructed the young girl, "Stand up". With her mind in a whirl and her senses still tingling, Gemma meekly followed the commands of her boss "Turn around. Take your jumper off". With a clearer head Gemma would have ran out screaming, but the tone of the voice, her buzzing pussy and her confused senses simply made her comply.
She stood before her boss in her bra, her skirt (which was still bunched up around her waist) her panties pulled to one side and her stockings. Susan devoured the sight in front of her, not believing her luck that such a gorgeous creature was so easy to seduce. Susan stepped forward placing both her hands on Gemma's breasts, bunching them together to enhance her already impressive cleavage. She then placed her face between the orbs and started licking the exposed flesh. Gradually she moved her hands around and started working her thumbs backwards and forwards on the nipples that poked through the lacy material.
Susan continued to luxuriate over the breasts as she reached behind the girl, unclasping the bra. Immediately Gemma's nipples came under attack, they were yet another sensitive area and the kissing and nibbling almost sent her into a gibbering wreck. Eventually Susan started to slowly kiss her way down the soft flat stomach, gently pushing Gemma backwards until her backside rested on the edge of the desk behind. Her boss then began her second assault on this delicious pussy, raising her assistant's left leg to give her better view.
The next fifteen minutes saw Gemma have a string of orgasms that seemed to blend into one long come. Susan couldn't get enough of this pussy; it tasted so sweet and there was so much juice flowing from it. Eventually, satisfied that the girl was under her control, Susan stood up and started to remove her own clothing while Gemma just stood there, a mixed look of shock, excitement and pleasure on her face. The removal completed, Susan took Gemma by the hand and led her to the other side of the desk. Susan sat in the chair and eased Gemma down by her shoulders to kneel in front of her.
"Now it's your turn to pleasure me dear," Susan cooed, lifting her right leg over Gemma's shoulder and resting her foot on the wooden desk behind. This exposed her pussy and parted her labia, showing the erect clit and puffy lips, the hole was slightly dilated exuding a slim trickle of pearlescent liquid.
Gemma had no idea what to do; but she decided it couldn't be that hard and thought of how she had just been serviced. The idea of obtaining as much pleasure from licking pussy as her boss had obviously gained intrigued her and she quickly moved her head to the crotch in front of her, aided by Susan's guiding hand pushing at the back of her head. Gingerly, Gemma slowly extended her tongue and brushed it past her boss's clit a couple of times. She looked up and guessed from Susan's expression that she was doing just fine.
This encouraged her to be bolder and she took her first tentative licks of her first pussy. The taste was like nothing she had experienced before, a kind of sweet, musky flavour that made her want more. Although a little clumsy, Susan was not going to complain, this vision of beauty couldn't get enough and kept licking and lapping for all she was worth.
Both women were so engrossed that neither noticed Bea walk back into the room. The sight in front of her made her stop still and she almost dropped the files she was carrying. She could see her boss behind her desk; she was slumped down in her chair with her heels resting on the edge of the desk. Her legs were parted wide and the look on her face was one of ecstasy; her mouth open slightly panting and groaning. Bea was in a dilemma, should she scream, cough loudly, walk on by or leave the office again.
She did nothing but stand and stare for a good ten minutes. On closer inspection she could she a pair of shoes peeking out from under the kick board of the desk, they were very distinctive, 'just the kind Gemma wears' Bea thought to herself. Her eyes swept around the room for telltale signs, 'there' she thought 'that's the jumper Gemma was wearing earlier'. She looked back to her boss and saw that someone with brown curly hair was working her head up and down at Susan's crotch. The realisation suddenly hit her; Gemma, her colleague, was knelt in front of Susan, her prim and proper boss, licking her pussy as though it were going out of fashion.
It should have sent a shiver down her spine, this wasn't right, but it didn't; on the contrary her own pussy started to twitch, she had been curious about women through her late teens but never did anything about it.
Here was her boss gasping and moaning, her legs splayed as wide as they would go, her assistant was servicing her orally -- it was actually happening right in front of her. Unconsciously, Bea set down the files she was carrying, locked the door and slowly walked around the perimeter of room to get a better view. Without realising, she was in a trance, her hand was cupping her breast while the other was rubbing the front of her crotch through her skirt.
A movement to her left caught Gemma's attention, seeing Bea, she lifted her head slightly and gasped in surprise. Susan sensed Gemma stop and instinctively opened her eyes, Bea had caught them at it, all three parties jumped in surprise. Realising she had been caught rubbing her own crotch made Bea gasp as well, quickly moving her hand to her side, trying to mumble a very apologetic "Sorry".
