Overtime On Salary

Warnings: Lesbian, Interracial, Big Clit

Madine knew about Danesha. Danesha was around the age of 30, give a take a year, graduate of Howard who majored in Law and worked as one of the legal advisors for the company board. Madine knew Danesha was well liked amongst her co-workers, and it was well known Danesha was going to apply and even get the position of Legal Senior Advisor. Danesha was too humble though, even modest. She had such southern charm that even when she was the best at something, she thanked those who supported her. All of these traits made Madine's crush on Danesha understandable, but it was the secret she knew of Danesha that really made Madine want to explore more of this woman.

She had found out about this secret when she was with a friend, a brunette, mother of two yet slim and flexible. The friend and Madine would often go to the same gym for the yoga and spin classes, and it was during one of those classes while Madine complained about wanting a tan due to how fair her skin was that her friend grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her in.

With their faces pressed against one another, her friend told her to look out through the double doors and look at the bouldering wall out yonder.

Madine shrugged her shoulders, not wanting her friend to realize her heart was beating fast now. "So what. It's Danesha," she had said to her friend.

"You know her?"

"She's my co-worker." Just as Madine had said that, the instructor entered into the room and closed the door.

Her friend had whispered to Madine. "I saw her naked in the locker room once and her clit is the biggest I ever seen...I mean huge, like-"

The instructor had interrupted the friend and instructed the class to get on their bikes.

While slowly working up a routine, Madine's friend finished up the conversation.

"It was like three or four inches and it was hard."

....Back in the present, Madine had a coffee pot in her hand while she was in the company's break room on the fourth floor of the business. The huge windows shown nothing but darkness and lights from the other sky high buildings. It would have been a beautiful scene to take in and daze off into, but she still had numerous documents to examine based off the latest Spyware attack.

She stepped back to head to her office with her coffee cup in her hand-

*Splash*

"Oh fuck," said a voice Madine had heard not very often on this floor. She looked up and saw Danesha wiping her shirt, already going over to the napkins. Madine stuttered over her words as she too assisted with the black stain forming on the beige blouse. Yes, she had been thinking of the woman but hadn't the desire to meet in this fashion.

The napkins turned into a pile of napkins as the two women worked together to try and get the stain from settling. It some what paid off but both women knew the blouse was now gone, and was going to be donated after being washed or simply worn around the house.

"Sorry about that," Madine said.

Danesha shook her head and went to wash her hands. Afterwards, she took another napkin to dry them, adding that napkin along with the others into the recycling bin. She sat down in a chair after getting a water bottle from the refrigerator. With a swig of a few gulps, she wiped her mouth and looked at Madine.

Madine absolutely loved Danesha's style of dress code. It didn't matter if she was wearing a feminine suit, a more masculine tailored suit, a dress, or a skirt with heels, she looked and walked like she owned the world, and maybe in another life... she did.

Her hair, this time was out and all natural afro that showed off her locks of curls, shin and soft appealing. Her skin was dark brown and there was a subtle hint of blush upon Danesha's cheeks and even some gloss on the lips. Her eyes were green and since Danesha was an ADOS, who's to say what was in her blood to allow her to have green eyes.

Danesha laughed, it was booming yet domineering and gentle at the same time. "I didn't know others were here."

Madine shrugged, walking over to the table Danesha was sitting at. She took the chair in her hands but was too afraid to sit, not wanting to appear too eager.

"I like to work extra sometimes." She admitted and Danesha agreed, both women loving the perks of being salary but getting extra bonuses a month for over time worked after five p m.

Danesha licked her lips and soon offered her departure, and was no longer in the break room. And it went on like that for the days to come. They never saw one another during the work days but it was only when they were doing extra hours, they'd pump into one another. They'd smile and exchange small hi's then go back to their work. Both had their motivation for working extra and late. Madine often couldn't go to sleep until it was passed eleven and Danesha simply enjoyed being single with extra money, and both loved their work. It all changed and it was hell on Earth for both women when an ice storm came to the city of Dallas, making the roads dangerous and hazardous for anyone driving on them. For two days no one was allowed in the office and with the way the storm man handled the trees, it was another three days added onto that. Luckily, the job had lovely benefits and paid their employees for the days they weren't able to come in due to the weather. But for those who loved to work, the minutes that ticked by were slow and daunting, so when Madine finally made it back to the office, she was filled with glee.

After closing hours of the corporation, she skipped to the break room for her usual coffee. Although by the time she left out, she was holding her stomach wishing she hadn't drunk so much already. In fact, it was starting to look like she should tone down on the coffee especially with the new year just around the corner.

Still, she made it to the restroom but stopped short when she heard small noises from the restroom. She pressed her ear to the door and did her best to get a better listen, and it sounded like soft moans. Madine stepped back swearing she was the only one on the floor. What she didn't know was the restroom on the higher floors were locked and Danesha just finished her menstrual cycle, leaving her ovulating and as with most women, extremely aroused.

Madine stepped in and bent her body downward. She was attempting to see who or what was in the stalls, and soon she found two pair of shoes in the handicap stall. Two pairs of Jordan's to be exact.

"Um...hello?"

There was rustling, pulling up pants, follow by a zipper then a belt, soon a flush of the toilet, and finally the opening of the stall.

"Danesha?" She was disheveled, sweaty, flushed, and her clothes wrinkled... then in the center of her pants, Madine could see something, something small poking out. Danesha seemed aware of the eyes trying to spy her clit so she covered her groin with her hands. She washed her hands but it didn't rid the smell of musk and arousal that loomed over the restroom. The two barely saw one another after that.

Madine stood in her office watching the fireworks go off on that New Years' night. It was lovely and just as she was about to take a swig from her cup of coffee, she shook her head. She almost forgot she was going to give that up for the year. A smile came to her lips and already she was feeling at ease. Madine went back to her desk and searched for a bottle of water. Finding none, she went into the hallway and as she went to the breakroom on the fourth floor, she saw her...Danesha at the far back end of the hall watching the very fireworks Madine just came from.

The two had never spoke about the restroom incident that transpired months before, but Madine was gleeful to see the beautiful woman there that night.

Standing side by side both facing the window the size of the wall, Madine spoke. "You're not with family?"

Danesha shook her head. "Haven't any in this city."

Using her peripheral vision, Madine could see Danesha was wearing a feminine beige suit and had her hands stuffed in her pockets. A blush came over her and she said, "You look very nice tonight."

Danesha looked down to Madine since she was taller. "So are you." The two continued to look at one another even as the fireworks continued. The lights in the building were low and some locations of the building, completely off...and that was when Danesha leaned down and kissed Madine. It was soft, filled with full lips, and biting of the bottom lip, Madine enjoyed it. She leaned in once more to taste Danesha and when she stepped back to look at the full woman, her eyes instantly went to the groin area. Her hands reached out and took hold of the belt, undoing it. She looked up at Danesha once more and saw she, too was blushing.

"I'm pretty big..."

"I heard..."

With the belt undone and the pants being pulled to Danesha's ankles, there it was, the clit. It was big, aroused and erect, curved downward, the hood covering the head of the pink clit. How big was it: three, maybe even four inches?

Madine took her fingers and pulled the hood back exposing the head, she brought it back and continued to make stroke like motions, even getting a moan to escape Danesha's mouth.

She took it in her mouth and was amazed at being able to feel the texture, the blood flowing, the shaft of it. Danesha's hands found their way to Madine's hair, intertwining her fingers and Madine's own fingers found their way inside her skirt, playing with her own cunt.

To make the sensation better for Danesha, she hummed a tune, sending vibrations up Danesha's spine.

She took hold of Madine's head and began to thrust into the woman's face, making Madine practically squirt herself from excitement. Once she pulled away, Madine wiped the saliva from her chin and stood up. She took her skirt off and kicked her heels to the side, breathing heavily. Danesha stroked herself watching the woman before her get nude.

"You can enter me."

Madine could barely contain herself when such words found their way out of her mouth. She got on her back and allowed Danesha to position her in a way a clit could penetrate. Unlike a cock that was straight out, the clit was downward and curved so to get it in, some adjustments had to be made on one or both parties. This included Danesha lifting Madine's ass a bit off the floor and leaning her legs forward so as they almost touched Madine's own ears. Instead of an in and out motion like that of a cock, Danesha was position in a way the clit would provide an up and down angled motion.

"Hmmmm fuck..." Danesha moaned as she felt Madine's wetness engulf her clit. Her thrust started slowly but she became quicker the more she got excited. Madine placed her hands on Danesha's hips and allowed herself to be slammed into. She even ignored the carpet burn as time went on because the clit felt too good within her.

Danesha continued to moan and Madine knew the woman was about to orgasm soon. She could feel Danesha's legs shaking and her thrust were faster, and shorter. Madine placed her arms around Danesha's neck to help keep them both steady.

'I'm being fuck by a clit...a beautiful woman with a beautiful clit,' Madine thought to herself, smiling from ear to ear.

Danesha shoved herself into Madine just as the orgasm rolled through her, the secretions exiting from the skene glands, and landing on Madine's cunt, which Madine could feel.

Both woman continued to hold one another, Danesha on top still and still inside Madine. They both smiled and kissed, laughing even.

Their clothes, they found and placed them on, turning to one another once more to continue to watch the New Years' celebration from the fourth floor. It was going to be a good year for them both.