Ali raised her arms together and locked her hands behind her head, eyes closed, moaning out "yes, uh-huh, that's good..." as Marci continued to feast on her chest and neck.
Marci could go on for hours this way, she knew. She was entranced by the magical perfume as well Ali's perfect giant tits.
But she had other plans for Marci.
She put her arms around her, and discreetly reached one hand into her white handbag as she bit and kissed Marci's neck.
Marci moved to kiss her mouth, and Ali let her, hard, long, wet, noisy kisses, as Ali closed her hand over a hot rubbery sphere.
They kissed for what felt like hours, taking turn sucking one another's lips and tongue, letting their saliva run down their chins. Ali was loosing focus as their lust for one another grew hotter with every touch, every kiss, every squeeze.
This was Ali's favorite part about recruiting straight girls. Nothing made her hotter than watching another woman fall madly, helplessly in love with her and worship her body. Hotter still was watching the desire and pleasure and satisfaction on their faces as they slowly realized that she could touch them, love them, rub them and fuck them like no worldly being ever had or could.
It gave Ali great pleasure and deep meaningful satisfaction to give these women true sexual release and enduring pleasure - to fuck them long and hard and make them feel beautiful and sexy and slutty and oh so fucking horny all at once.
At last, she wrapped her arms around Marci and lifted her off the counter, both hands on her ass. Marci wrapped her legs around, still squealing and moaning and kissing Ali's neck.
"Take me somewhere more comfortable you slut. I'm going to let you have all of me."
Marci whispered, "oh yes, oh - please, hmm" as she slowly unwrapped her legs from around Ali's waist, still kissing and sucking her neck and breasts wildly.
"Crawl," Ali commanded, and Marci smiled and slid her body down against Ali's as she moved to all fours. She turned, looking back and holding her ass high in the air, as if to show her new master how incredibly wet and aroused she was. Her wavy black hair was tussled and her makeup was smudged. Ali loved it.
She watched as Marci crawled across the wood flooring, shifting her ass left and right with each move forward, looking back with an intoxicated smile every few feet, giggling and making seductive sounds as she went.
Ali followed behind, watching, wanting, entranced herself with the perfume and scent of Marci's pussy and saliva covering her chest and neck. She felt the hot wetness between her legs with each step.
Ali was not immune to the effects of the potion - she simply had more experience with it. But she wasn't sure how much longer she could restrain herself as she looked at Marci's swollen, soaking cunt, knowing the bewitched young beauty would do anything she asked - anything at all.
She kept her eyes on Marci, looking over her body, noticing how her large perky tits bounced with every motion, hanging down out of her blouse, nearly dragging the floor. Her dress shirt and tacky green-leopard print bra pushed down to her stomach. Her gray pencil skirt was pushed up over her back, and her black g-string had slid down, sticking to the side of her leg, the inside of her thighs glistening wet down to the garters and black stockings. Her pink heels drug the floor each motion, and her nice, big round ass swayed side to side, side to side.
"Hurry up, Marci!" Ali shouted, commanding but a hint of playful taunting in her voice.
Marci giggled and moved toward the back of the store as fast as she could, through the back hallway and to the left.
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Marci's heart pounded and her head spun as she moved on all fours to lead her busty blonde lover to the break room, looking back every few seconds to behold her beauty.
Marci would do anything Ali asked of her now - anything - and it brought her immense pleasure to do it. She would obey Ali - eagerly, passionately and without hesitation.
Her pussy has become a hot, throbbing wet fruit, and she let out excited moans and sighs as she moved across the floor. Every movement seemed to give her pleasure.
She inhaled the sweet, sweaty mix of perfume and pussy and saliva that covered her face down to her tits. She felt them bounce back and forth as she crawled, slick, wet... and huge! They must had grown two cup sizes from normal! She couldn't understand how, but it didn't matter right now. She loved them. And Ali loved them! The thought made her mouth water and she felt the throbbing grow.
She pushed through the swinging door to the break room and quickly made her way to a white leather couch, where she turned around and sat up on her knees, looking up at Ali, her big brown eyes begging for more, behind her running mascara and smeared eye-shadow.
Ali stood in front of her, tits magnificent and glistening in the florescent white light. Marci breathed heavily, in desperate anticipation, her chest heaving as she smiled.
☬☬☬
Ali looked down at Marci, who stared up with big brown eyes, begging.
She reached down and caressed her cheek. Marci pushed her face into Ali's hand and kissed it madly, starved for her touch.
Ali caressed her face gently, then moved her fingers through her hair, over her ears.
"Hmm," Marci sighed sweetly and squeezed Ali's calves gently, then ran her fingers up her legs, to her thighs and into her dress.
She can't wait to push her tongue inside me
, she knew.
Ali moved her hand around the back of Marci's head, and slowly closed her fist, pulling Marci's dark brown hair - hard. She felt Marci's breath shudder. She pulled her up slowly and brought her close, their slippery breasts pushed together.
Ali pulled her hair harder, and Marci whined softly. She moved in close to her face, and smelled the pussy on her hot breath. Marci breathed hard, mouth half open, tits rising and falling, her eyes begging Ali.
Ali rolled the pink sphere in her free hand, rotating it around, alternating between her palm and fingers.
"Take off you panties."
Ali released her and Marci pulled her panties to the floor in an instant.
"Hand them to me," Ali said calmly, and Marci placed the black g-string between Ali's tits, eyes fixed on hers with a slight smile.
Ali took the thong, never breaking their stare.
Marci had a sweet innocence about her, despite the smeared makeup and pussy and saliva smeared across her face and tits. It made Ali hot.
She took the thong, which felt like a warm, wet washcloth. She brought it to her nose. Marci pushed into her. She began sliding her wet tits over Ali's, and Ali moved her thigh into the slippery fire between Marci's legs.
It felt so good.
Ali pushed the wet thong to her nose and inhaled deeply, as if the very scent of Marci's pussy would make her come - which wasn't far from the truth.
She ran the thong down her chin and neck and between their tits, as they rubbed them against one another, slippery and sliding, each of their nipples jutting out like daggers.
Then she slid the thong down over her own, and then under, pushing it inside herself.
"Hmm," she moaned lightly, then placed the now empty hand over Marci's pussy, gently massaging her clit, soaked with desire. Marci's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she whimpered.
"Sit," Ali said, and shoved Marci onto the couch.
Ali licked Marci's juice off her fingers slowly, then produced her other hand. Between her thumb and index finger, she held the pink sphere. It began to glow.
She put into her mouth, rolling it around slowly as she watched Marci watch back in anticipation as she softly rubbed herself. Then she lowered her hand and extended it to Marci.
As Marci reached for it, Ali snapped it back and shook her head side to side.
Ali reached out her hand again, and turned it so the sphere was resting in her palm, her hand open flat.
The sphere began to change shape, becoming thinner, like a curved banana, the rolling into itself, like a pill-bug, the morphed, back into a glowing sphere.
