Jane arrived on her own in the conference room of the hotel, having just come down in the elevator from her room. Jane's company was starting a retreat at this rather fancy hotel and as she was the Marketing Director's personal assistant, she had come too in addition to the other, maybe, fifty executives. Not many assistants had been invited, and her attendence was really the work of her boss, Jim. He felt she needed a change. Losing her boyfriend and everything had seemed to affect her work, so he felt it would be a good thing for her to take a few days and come with him to the retreat.
Jim was a really nice guy and he and Jane got on very well. He really admired Jane and in this case it was not due to her entirely stunning looks but because she was really, genuinely, very nice, and extremely competent. A few of his (less liberated) colleagues commented to him that he was a lucky man to have such a gorgeous assistant. Some had been even coarser in their suggestions, but Jim, who was a straight-up guy with a wife and two kids, warned them to leave her alone. It was not really that Jane couldn't look after herself exactly, but there was a naivete about her, which for many people just added to her charm.
She looked around and was relieved to see that she was dressed appropriately for the event. Some of the other women were in evening gowns and some were in informal work wear. A few of the senior executive men were in suits, but most were in jacket and tie. Jane had worried about this so she had made a kind of compromise. She had put on her tight black flannel skirt that fell two inches above her knees and had twinned that with a tight black, low-cut, sweater with short sleeves. Over this she had put a very thin chiffon top that covered her bare flesh with a black see-through veil of sheer material, the effect of which was much more sexy than if she had just had on a conventional jacket. As usual she did not wear a bra - her breasts were so firm and tight that she had no need of one. She put on what she considered were some sexy sheer black stockings and had coupled this with a small dainty garter belt. Her panties were very small, lacey, and black, and she had noticed that, when she looked at herself in the mirror, the edge of her well-trimmed bush was visible through the material. Not that anyone would be seeing this, she thought to herself with a touch of sadness. Her Victoria's Secret black three inch strappy heels completed the picture. She had put her brown hair into rollers earlier so that it now fell enticingly in soft curls around her head, framing her vibrant and appealing light-brown eyes and her enticing mouth.
Jane looks luscious in a paper bag, so in some sense her dress style is almost always immaterial to her natural attractiveness, but tonight she has struck a perfect balance between being very sexy indeed, and yet still being suitable for business. Her shapely legs looked stunning and the curves of her thighs and ass were there for all to see highlighted as they were by her tight skirt. The see-through top showed her wonderful, slightly muscular, arms and her firm bosom and shapely neck, and yet also seemed to say "look, but don't touch."
The room had fifteen to twenty tables set for drinks and the room lights were low. There would be drinks followed by dinner. At one end of the room was a stage that was equipped with the usual lecture facilities. Everyone was standing around chatting and drinking. Jane was ten minutes late, but she reckoned this was fashionably late, so as she walked over to the table set up as a bar and asked for a drink, flashing a heart-stopping smile at the male waiter, who gave her a glass of white wine, and beamed back at this lovely creature.
"Jane, Jane, here you are, I hope you had a good flight?" Jim's hand went around her shoulder and he steered over to a small group of people. "Hi everyone, this is Jane, my assistant. This is Tim, from our LA office, Tina from rights, Taylor from our East Coast office - I'm right yes? And this is Natasha who works with me, although she is based in New York."
Jane smiled and shook their hands in turn. They all smiled at her. Tim and Taylor were clearly impressed and Tim's tongue almost fell out as he grinned at her. Natasha was a rather gorgeous tall black women in a stunning red night gown with a long slash in it that Jane noticed revealed a long slim, very shapely leg. She looked again. Natasha's cleavage was impressive too. Natasha held her hand and said looking at her. "Well hello Jane, Jim has told me of you and I've been dying to meet you. He says we need to chat as I'll be working with you and Jim much more closely. I only joined the company two months ago." She revealed a beautiful set of perfect teeth behind a full pair of dark lips as she smiled. Jane smiled back. "Oh, great, thanks." She had a feeling about Natasha and she was not sure it was a good feeling. She had heard some bad comments about this new pushy women and a few of her male colleagues had been more open and said that she was "a bitch".
Tim eagerly ask Jane to join him and Jim at a table and Natasha came too. Taylor said "Goodbye," and joined a crowd of executives on one of the many other tables. She sat done with Jim on her left, Natasha on her right, and with Tim opposite her. The table could seat at least six to eight so Tim was quite a way from her and she could barely hear what he was saying to her above the general hubbub. "My wife says...room is small...how long have you..."
Rather than have to listen (and not hear) him speak, she said, "I've worked here seven years - girl and women." Implying she had grown up with the company. It was true as she had joined at 23. She had been a typical young women with not much on her mind except shopping and men. She had certainly had a her full of both of these that's for sure. Then she had met someone who she thought was "the one" but, after two years, he had dumped her for another women. Jane knew it was because the other women was rich, although he pretended this was nothing to do with it to save face. She had been bitterly disappointed and had only recently begun to enjoy life again.
"I reckon you have always been 100% pure women..." Natasha's words broke her out of her reverie and she looked into the women's striking face that was smiling a knowing kind of smile. Jane, smiled back and said nothing, but felt a sudden uneasiness. Neither Jim or Tim seemed to have heard her comment. This kind of uneasiness, here, was worrying as she was essentially at work and did not want her chances in the company ruined by...let us say, "complications".
Drinks came around again and Jim cheered them all up by telling some humorous stories about the company. She and Natasha laughed in good spirits at his stories and Tim guffawed rather inelegantly. Tim was a man in a hurry and Jane now remembered that others has said to her that he was known to be a brown noser.
"Hey, honey - are those stockings, or tights?" Natasha's comment made Jane flush, but the light levels were so low no one else could see her coloring up. Nor for that matter could they have heard her. Oh god, she thought: not again. Natasha had seemed to speak at just the right volume so that neither Jim nor Tim could hear her.
Jane said nothing, but continued drinking; now all the time aware that Natasha was unusually interested in her and for reasons that were not professional. Jane was annoyed and irritated. To have a work colleague flirting with you was bad enough, but it to be a women was even worse. She also felt bad as Natasha was going to be working with both her and Jim, and she really felt she could not say anything. Suddenly Natasha got up and swept off into the distance.
"Where's she going?" asked Jim.
"God knows," said Tim, "Is she for real? She seems to think that her body can make up for her lack of ability." Tim was a little drunk, and clearly he was not fond of Natasha.
"Come on Tim. Let's not get into all that, I've just met her, don't put me off her before I have had a chance to make up my mind about her myself." Jim was clearly not drunk and Jane shifted uneasily. She was now worried that Natasha would return. She looked over the room and saw her moving with an assured, easy step around the room, working the room: networking. She was smooth that is for sure. Jane also, despite herself, could plainly see that Natasha was very sexy. She must have been at least two inches taller than Jane. She's kind of like Naomi Campbell, but without her bank balance, Jane thought ruefully.
Certainly her legs were superb. She was wearing some steel tipped Manolo Blahnik stilettos and as she walked about the slash in her dress slid back revealing a muscular thigh and leg that spoke of long hours in the gym or at least long hours exercising somehow. Her back was largely naked as her evening gown ran very low and Jane knew that only an inch or two below where the dress started, she was probably wearing a skimpy G-string or even a thong, or possibly, even nothing. Jane felt her face reddening. "Oh no, God, no," the realization had hit her that she was turned on by Natasha and she could feel herself getting wet. This was very bad, very bad indeed. Natasha and her would not be a good idea - she did not even like her, in fact she did not like her at all, and she worked with her too. These thoughts though only seemed to increase her wetness, and she gulped down another drink.
"Jim. Excuse me, I must go to the ladies room." Jim and Tim smiled in acknowledgment and she walked out into the corridor, feeling a little overcome.
Outside she felt her composure return and she went to the bathroom. She was trembling and she knew it was not working out as she wanted. "Please, leave me alone, please," Jane thought.
She had scarcely left the bath room when a voice assailed her. "Well, look who it is - it is the loveliest girl I ever did see!" Natasha's voice mocked her ever so slightly, but she was smiling. "Come on. You need loosening up, I'm getting you a drink!"
"Natasha, I am not sure I...I have to..." Jane's protests were inconsequential, but even if they had had importance, Natasha was not listening. Holding Jane's hand, she almost pulled her back to the table. Jane noticed the steel tips of her heels catching in the dim light.
"Ah, there you two are, we wondered where you had got to." Jim's voice was friendly
"Give us two of what we had before. Thanks," Natasha asked the waiter as he moved past their table.
Jane sat in her old seat and Natasha sat next to her again. This time the whole stunning length of her leg appeared as she sat down, and she made no attempt to cover its sinuous lines with her gown. Jane saw it until they both had their legs under the table and the long tablecloth covered everything but Jane felt her wetness come back. Her stomach seemed to be in her throat. As their table was at the back, no one would be walking behind them. The noise in the room was getting to be very loud. The drink was having its effect. Dinner would be next. Jane tried to move closer to Jim, but there was a leg of the table between him and her and there was no leg between her and Natasha.
"Now where were we? Oh yes, stockings or tights?" Natasha's hand slipped onto Jane's thigh and Jane jumped. "I have to say I will be really sorry if you are in tights as tights are a case of all advertising but no access to the honey." Jane felt Natasha's hand on her lower thigh and the hand moved slowly up her leg until the fingertips felt the stocking top and, after caressing and enjoying the feel of the sheer stocking, they felt her garters. Her touch electrified Jane and Natasha was clearly impressed by Jane's compliance.
"Yum, yum, I thought so - you really are a sexy girl who I heard had the best ass in the company. Ever had an experience with a women?" Jane said nothing, but when Natasha's hand started to caress her smooth naked thigh above the stocking she opened her mouth in a kind of erotic soundless moan.
Jane's juices were wetting her panties - soon Natasha would find out and then what?
"Ohh honey, you are hot hot hot!" Natasha's fingers were rubbing Jane's thigh and when her fingers made contact with the lace panties, Natasha, said nothing but felt the wet labia of the gorgeous women. Jane let out a low gasp. Natasha whispered, "Jane why are you so wet? I knew a girl who dresses like you do could not be a prude, but you are ready to be fucked right now, are you not, and we've barely met? "
Jane was turned on, and she was beginning not to care, "Natasha, oh yesss, ooooo, please, no, not here, later, please, ohh god, no..." Natasha's fingers were inside Jane and her thumb was rubbing her erect nub of a clitoris. The tablecloth prevented anyone who was not sitting right next to them from seeing anything . On Jane's left, Jim and Tim could see nothing except that Jane was gently rocking backwards and forwards and she would open her mouth and apparently sigh soundlessly every now and then. They both thought that she was simply talking with Natasha.
Jane then climaxed. Natasha felt Jane's pussy tremble, and she felt more ooze on her hands. Jane managed to stifle her cry of pleasure, and she lent back as a pulse of pleasure coursed through her.
"Wow, you come easy,' whispered Natasha. "I want to strip you and lick you all over and suck your pussy dry..." Jane was very aroused now and, hearing Natasha talk dirty to her, only made her wetter. Natasha took hold of Jane's right leg and swung it in between hers. She then proceeded to caress the hard flesh of Jane's thigh with one hand, toying with her stocking top, while her other hand, pushing aside her sexy panties, fucked her with two fingers. Tim could see that the two women were sitting close to each other on the other side of the table and he could make out that Jane was shiny with perspiration, and she seemed to be panting and saying something while Natasha was clearly talking continuously to her. If he had looked more carefully he would have noticed that Natasha's right arm was constantly moving with a small and economical movement. This was her hand moving in and out of Jane's engorged vagina. Natasha was whispering, "Come you hot beauty, come, pour your juices over me, do you like this?" and so on as if in a mantra. Jane could feel Natasha's bare thigh against hers and her knee was up against Natasha's wet pussy but, as she was wearing stockings, she could not really tell what it was moving against. Jane arched her back and came again. This time she gasped and Jim and Tim, asked her if she was alright.
"Umm, yes, yes, I'm just feeling a bit sick". She was red in the face but the low light showed only a faint sheen of perspiration on her lovely face. She had to think quickly.
"Jim and Tim," this time Natasha's voice carried over the noise, "I think Jane should go up to her room, she looks bad to me. I'll take her."
Jane knew what was next, and her rational being fought back, "No, really I'm fine, I'll be alright." She was trembling from her arousal and still quivering in orgasm.
Jim knew Jane and she was virtually never sick, so he reckoned it must be serious. "I think you should go Jane, I need you to be alert tomorrow. Why not go up to your room? If you need food, get room service. Although if you're sick you probably won't. I'll call you in an hour to see how you are getting on."
"Right, I'll have something to eat too later." Natasha said. Jane knew exactly what Natasha meant by that comment, and Natasha knew that she knew. This is just what Jane wanted to avoid, full scale sex with Natasha. She wanted it, but was scared by it.
"Come along now," Natasha guided Jane from the table. Jane scrabbled to straighten her stockings and her panties before she got up, and Natasha smiled as she saw her do it. All she had to do was to pull her long dress over her own groin - no panties or stockings for her.
Natasha held her hand as they walked towards the elevator. Both their heels clicked on the marble floor. Both the women were aroused beyond measure.
She could see Natasha's tits, hard and pert under her low cut dress, and she wanted to suck her nipples. She could see Natasha's thigh muscles moving and the light brown of her legs as she walked. Then there was the way her ass was just lying underneath her gown beneath her wonderful smooth, well-shaped, back. Jane could just put her hand out and onto that gorgeous backside. Jane was incredibly turned on and she decided then to be done with it, Natasha was very hot and she wanted her bad. Why not have some fun for a change?
Natasha was cool as they waited for the elevator and she looked at Jane's incredible body. She had indeed heard about Jane from her colleagues. One had urged her to make sure she "checked her out". "She is so hot all the men in the office are half in love with her." Natasha, who was now 32, had been a lesbian for as long as she could remember, but had only really come out ten years ago. Oddly enough, as she kept it a secret, it had in many ways aided her business career. To be able to resist the odd over-horny man was much easier when you felt no desire for sex with men. Natasha knew people did not care for her. That was fine with her, she had to get on and damn the others. Still, fucking Jane could be good for business too and Jane really was so incredibly sexy. Natasha was most definitely a femme and no one was more real classic women than Jane.
Forewarned is forearmed. Meeting Jane ended up being so much easier than she had thought, and this evening was turning out better than she had even dared to hope. Jane was twisting nervously on her heels, her calf muscles contracting, throwing them into glorious contours as they did so. Her nipples were so hard, Natasha could see them even under her sweater pushing up: hard, erect and magnificent.
"Christ Jane, I am going to fuck you really hard," Natasha said it with feeling.
"Yeah, well, I am going to stick my tongue into your cunt and drink your hot cum," Jane had never ever talked like that and it turned her on to see that Natasha was now trembling too.
The elevator arrived and it was empty. Both the women got in. Jane, not able to resist any more, pushed Natasha into the elevator by putting her hand on her firm ass and pushing. Natasha stumbled on her stilettos and, as the door closed, Jane had her hands on the black women's hard, pert ass. Jane pushed Natasha up against the wall of the elevator, and while one hand held Natasha's left wrist, her other hand slipped into her dress and over her ass, and then down into her groin where her eager fingers felt Natasha's wet slit.
"Christ, no panties!" Jane felt Natasha's wetness and her hand slid up and down the hard toned thigh muscles of the black women. "O god you are sexy..." Jane could not believe it was her saying this, but she then proceeded to try and push her fingers into the slippery pussy. Natasha struggled, and then, turning around, she surprisingly efficiently slid her hands under Jane's top and soon had both the girl's hard nipples in between her fingers and thumbs. She squeezed...hard.
"Ooww!" Jane cried out in pain and pleasure and her hands left Natasha's groin and grabbed Natasha's wrists. The grip on her nipples increased.
"OK honey, let go of me or I will squash these wonderful things" To show she meant what she said she gave them another hard squeeze. Natasha could feel the nipples get even stiffer under her fingers.
"OK, OK, don't hurt me, please" Jane gasped, and let go of the other women's body.
"Now we are going to my room and you are going to do what I tell you, is that clear honey? Or else?" Jane nodded assent, and Natasha then relaxed her grip on Jane's nipples, but proceeded to caress and then rub them with the palm of her hand. Jane started to moan with pleasure, and by the time the doors opened on Natasha's floor, she felt so aroused she almost came again.
"Come along to the fucking chamber," Natasha pulled Jane along the corridor, and this time it was Jane who almost fell on her face.
"Hey, watch out!" Jane cried out in embarrassment.
She stood behind Natasha while she unlocked the door, admiring her neck and shoulders, and she could just see the start of her ass crack under the dress if she peered hard.
"Come in, the spider says to the fly.." Natasha pushed Jane in rather roughly and Jane flew into the room. Natasha followed her in and locked the door and then she put on the lights. The two girls were now alone and the smell of sexually aroused women began to fill the air.
Jane did not really know how to start, but she moved over to Natasha and kissed her on the mouth. Jane's tongue met Natasha's and soon the two were locked in a lengthy embrace. Jane's hands were on Natasha's back, while Natasha's fingers unbuttoned Jane's tight skirt. Coming up for air, Natasha said, "I'm going to strip you, but ever so slowly. You can step out of your skirt."
Jane felt aroused and elated - the kiss had been wonderful, and she could still feel Natasha's skilful tongue exploring the back of her throat. Natasha knelt down, and pulled the dress down Jane's shapely legs. It caught on her heel, Jane moved to remove her shoe.
"Don't you dare!" said Natasha. "There is nothing like a pretty girl in stockings and heels." Certainly, in Jane's case, this is undoubtedly true. She looked like the sexiest lingerie model one could possibly imagine.
"Now, remove your top." Jane, trembling, pulled her sweater and chiffon shirt off together. Her tits, and their incredibly erect nipples popped out, and now Jane was exposed to Natasha in just her heels, garter belt, panties and sheer stockings.
"Ummm, you are good enough to eat," murmured Natasha approvingly. Natasha walked around Jane's perfectly proportioned body, and, taking each nipple and breast in turn, she sucked each nipple hard, and caressed the round globes until Jane thought they would burst. After that, she kissed her on the mouth, and then, while their tongues interlocked, Natasha's hand slipped under her soaking panties and entered Jane's pussy. Jane gasped and moaned,
"Oh please fuck me, fuck me now!" Jane really needed it now and yet still Natasha held off, removing her fingers just as she felt Jane begin to tremble in the run up to a climax.
"Sit down here," she said pushing Jane onto the wooden chair for her desk. Natasha stood in front, and she could see that the front of Jane's skimpy panties were dark with her fluids. She knelt down and crawled towards Jane's knees, encased in their enticing stockings. Her legs looked utterly gorgeous, and so hard and shapely, accented by her black 3 inch heels. Jane could see Natasha's bare leg appear through the slash in her dress as she crawled towards her like a cat Her impressive breasts seemed to be about to fall out of dress as she approached Jane's pleasure center. Natasha licked her lips. Her hands slid slowly up Jane's perfect legs: over the slim ankles; over her calves; over her knees, playing a little with the top of her stockings, and then slowly moving over the sticky, shiny, cum-slicked surface of her bare upper thighs.
"Uhhhhhh," Jane moaned, "Fuck me, please!" Her head was back and an expectant look in her brown eyes. She lifted her right leg and Natasha caressed the thigh some more, her hands sliding up to her waist. Then, slowly, deliberately, and very sensually, she unclipped the garter belt from the stocking tops.
"Yummy! Yes, you have sexy legs. I just love black stockings on a pair of great legs," Natasha's voice purred erotically.
Almost painfully slowly, drawing the moment out, she pulled the flimsy, cum-soaked panties, down: down; her fingers slowly digging into Jane's smooth hard thigh flesh, exposing her love center, her dripping cunt, her oozing pussy, her glistening labia, and rock hard, erect, clitoris. Jane could feel her pussy being exposed, and she could feel Natasha's breath on her most private area.
Natasha smelt the aroused women, and luxuriated in having Jim's gorgeous piece of ass ready to cum under her tongue any moment. Now this is power, but by god she is some hot bit too, she thought.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to lick you yet," Natasha said, teasingly.
"Please Natasha, please, I'll do anything you want. Anything, anything please!" Jane simply had to cum very soon. Her ankles were around Natasha's shoulders now. She had never (well only once before) willingly let any women do this to her. She needed it, she was desperate.
"Promise me you will give me any information, any information if I ask you for it - even private stuff?" Jane was in a haze of desire.
"I don't know, I mean.." Natasha, gently rubbed the dripping clitoris until she judged Jane was about to climax and then she stopped.
"Please, please, oh god please," Jane was on the edge.
"No cumming unless you promise?"
Jane could stand it no longer, "Yes, anything. Please suck me, make me cum all over you. Please!"
Natasha's long, probing, tongue slipped into Jane's oozing slit and she began to suck and penetrate the luscious pussy. Natasha could feel her own wetness growing and she luxuriated in the taste and feel of the incredible women she was licking. She could feel Jane's heels in her back as the young women wrapped her legs around Natasha's head as she worked her up to an appalling climax.
Jane gasped and cried with pleasure as she climaxed and as she did so she shook and writhed so much that she and Natasha fell off the chair onto the floor. All the while Natasha was tasting and smelling Jane's juices as she kept up her tonguing of the now well-oiled flesh of Jane's pussy and thighs.
Jane lay on the floor in a haze of pleasure. She saw Natasha get to her feet, and let her dress slip to the floor. Jane could now see Natasha's superb body in its full glory.
She really was lovely - probably the same height as Jane, but it was difficult to tell as her Manolo Blahnik stilettos were all of 4 inches. She had a similar build, and had the hottest ass Jane had ever seen.
Natasha had an absolutely incredible pair of legs. Her thighs were more muscular than Jane's, but they were still most wonderfully shapely. She had a large pair of round, perfectly shaped breasts, probably 38 compared to Jane's 35s. Jane could observed her enormous, hard nipples that seemed so long compared to hers. She realized that Natasha's boobs were probably implants, but she didn't care: they looked sensational, and she began to rub herself looking at the stunning body now standing over her.
Looking up she could see that Natasha was completely shaved and that her labia were long and very moist. Natasha carefully walked over to Jane being careful were she stepped in her amazing heels. Jane looked up the long hard smooth legs to the women's wet, inviting, pussy.
Natasha carefully got to her knees, and positioned her ass over Jane's face. "Lick me, you horny bitch!" she said, the sexual desire clearly in her voice.
Jane had never licked another women, so she tentatively lifted her head and gently passed her tongue over the aroused light brown pussy, feeling its wetness, taste and texture. She lifted her hands and grasped Natasha's hard round buttocks and, sliding her fingers into her crack, Jane caressed the length of her pert ass cheeks and passed exploringly over Natasha's asshole. She could smell and taste the musky smell of the women, and, as she licked, she could see the shapely thighs on either side of her head move and contract as Natasha twisted in pleasure. Little regular gasps were coming out of Natasha's mouth, so Jane assumed she was doing what was needed to pleasure her. Jane felt so turned on she knew she would climax again soon. Natasha, as she twisted and moaned, responding to Jane's tongue, arched her back, her slit still over Jane's mouth. Her fingers found Jane's pussy and she began to finger fuck her. Jane's hands were now caressing Natasha's beautiful thighs, enjoying their smoothness and hardness. Both women were now crying and moaning.
"Fuck me you horny bitch, oh god that feels good, oh god, oh god, ooooh..."
Natasha came and she shook all over and Jane almost suffocated as she sat down for a second on Jane's face, for a brief moment surrounding Jane's head with a mass of hard, luscious light brown flesh and wet pussy. Jane's teeth gripped Natasha's erect clitoris, and Natasha squealed in delight, bucking and gasping as her climax coursed through her in wave upon wave of orgasm.
Natasha got up and, her inner thighs slicked with cum, she pulled Jane onto the bed. Jane was now disheveled and Natasha liked to see her this way. Her stockings were now around her pretty ankles showing off her glorious smooth legs and her garter belt was still around her waist, albeit completely around the wrong way. Its black strip of material accented her wet well trimmed pubic hair and flat hard stomach. Her luscious tits were hard and firm with their nipples prominent in her arousal. Her hair, so carefully prepared earlier in the evening, was now tangled and damp with sweat and Natasha's cum.
Jane marveled at Natasha's incredible body as Natasha went to her bathroom and started fiddling with something. The light was on, but Jane could not see very well.
"Natasha, what you doing?" she asked in her best come-hither voice.
She could see that Natasha was putting a strap around her waist and was seemingly doing it up somehow. Her back was now facing Jane as she lay on the bed, gently fingering herself. She could see a leather strap was now around Natasha's slim waist and it glistened in the light of the bathroom. Natasha let out a soft moan of pleasure, and her pert ass trembled, as she clearly did up a buckle on the front of the belt thing.
"Come on what you doing babe?" Jane was intrigued, but most of all she just wanted that hot body back.
When Natasha turned around, Jane almost died with pleasure. She was equipped with the biggest strap-on dildo Jane had ever seen - not that she had ever actually seen one, of course. It was black and looked to made of leather on top of, presumably, wood or plastic. It had a strap around her waist and then a strap passed under each thigh and over her buttocks reattaching to the waist strap at the back.
"Oh my god, you are not going to fuck me with that?" Jane really was surprised, it was certainly bigger than any man's penis she had experienced. Natasha walked towards her, still in her stilettos and ready to show this hot number what she really wanted to do to her. The dildo had two penises, one was already inside Natasha and the other jutted out and was soon going to be inside Jane. As Natasha walked and moved the internal penis pushed and filled her streaming pussy with its large bulk so much so that she was in a frenzy of desire in the short time it took her to walk across the executive suite to the waiting prostrate female on the bed.
"Well of course it is to fuck you Jane, and I am going to give you more of a fuck than any man ever could. You'll be begging for more by the time I've finished with you!"
"Natasha, I don't really think I can take it - I really don't think I'm big enough..." Jane didn't really mean it, but it was huge and, despite her arousal, she did wonder whether her nice, what she considered her innocent, vagina could really take such a huge tool.
Natasha aggressively pulled Jane's left leg up and started to suck her heel, then slowly her tongue licked its way over the crumpled stocking over the now exposed hard white flesh of her calf, back of the knee, and then thigh. She slid her hands once again over her legs, enjoying their muscularity and their smoothness. By the time Natasha had licked to Jane's sex, Natasha was on the bed and Jane's leg was over her back and Natasha could feel her shoe on her back. Jane was moaning and crying again as she felt the women so expertly turn her on. As her right leg passed under Natasha's ass, she could feel the wet leather and straps of the dildo as Natasha moved up to be ready for penetration.
"Lie on your side," Natasha pulled Jane over, and then the tip of her strap-on entered Jane's slit. It slid half the way in, and Jane gasped. It felt wonderful, stretching and stimulating her vagina.
"Oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me," Jane's cries aroused Natasha and she started to pump and fuck Jane hard and rhythmically, each time pushing the strap-on deeper and deeper into the girl until the whole of its long shaft was inside Jane's pulsing sex chamber, pushing in and pulling out, slicked with Jane's sexual juices. Both the girls got into a rhythm and Jane began to cry out every time Natasha bottomed out, screaming as she felt her pussy engorged with the huge dildo, the sensation filling her whole body until every inch of her body felt hyper-aroused and hyper-sensitive. She began to feel the barrier to a massive climax lifting. Natasha, as she fucked the beautiful creature, could feel the dildo in her pushing and thrusting in tandem with her thrusts into Jane. She too was about to cum. Suddenly the phone rings. Natasha pauses and Jane gasps,
"No, don't stop, finish me off, please!"
Natasha grins a mischievous grin and leaning over, twisting the dildo deep in the gasping girl, she picks up the phone. Jane's hands are all over Natasha's breasts, caressing them and licking the hard nipples, still feeling the huge penis inside her.
"O hi Jim, yes....no...I see...I've no idea where Jane is...perhaps she is asleep, did you think of that? What?... you've called her room three times in the last 40 minutes....Perhaps she's recovered and is having an illicit liaison?" Natasha smiles at Jane and as Jane's face shows her consternation, Natasha thrusts into her making her gasp in involuntary pleasure,
"I've really," thrust,
"No idea," thrust,
"Where she is," thrust.
Jane in a haze of arousal can hear Jim talking and she knows that she will have to talk to him soon or he will call a doctor or something. Her hands are now running over Natasha's hard thighs and Natasha is dipping down and sucking first one of her nipples and then the other, all the time holding the phone.
"Bye-bye, Jim. If I see Jane I'll ask her to call you...yes, OK." Natasha puts the phone down and starts fucking Jane again so hard that Jane thinks her pussy will explode.
"You,"
Thrust.
"Had"
Thrust
"Better"
Thrust.
"Call him real soon or he will get completely the wrong idea about you." She pushed the dildo deep into the crying women and Jane gasped on the very edge of her climax.
Jane was now on her elbows and Natasha was penetrating her from behind. Jane could feel the black women's nipples brushing across her lower back, and her thighs slapping against hers as she pounded in and out. Both of them were now sweaty and their two luscious bodies were shiny with sweat, which just emphasized their superb physiques. Natasha stopped and while Jane trembled she said panting, "You had better call him now."
"What now? Oh god, OK..." Jane was experiencing the best sex she had ever had and now she had to talk to her boss. Damn that bitch, Natasha, she's enjoying this, toying with me and making it difficult for me, she thought.
She picked up the phone and got through to Jim. As soon as she was connected, Natasha resumed her vigorous fucking and her hands caressed Jane's breasts as they hung down enticingly.
"You feel sooo good honey. Take that... and that,"
Natasha whispered in her ear as she started a long series of strokes. Natasha nibbled on Jane's earlobe as Jane tried to talk to her boss through a wave of intense orgiastic pleasure as it built and built until she knew she could not stop it. Her brain worked overtime.
"Jim...um, ohhh, I've been sick and asleep, but I'm, ohhh," her pussy was feeling hot and it throbbed as the strap-on's friction stimulated her to breaking point. She heard Jim ask whether she needed a doctor. " No, please, no, just leave me alone, ohhh!...I'll be fine," Both she and Natasha were on the edge of climax.
"Cum, you hot bitch, cum!" Natasha fucked her so hard that Jane climaxed so rapidly that she barely had time to slam the phone down before she screamed, the orgasm crashing into her brain making her see colored flashes of light. Gasping, the two sweaty bodies came together writhing on the bed: a mass of hard legs, asses and thrusting tits. As waves and waves of pleasure swept over them, the two beauties tongues' sought each other's mouths, each trying to transfer their passion from one to another.
Afterwards Jane and Natasha lay on the bed gently exploring each other. Jane knew that she had to get back to her room quickly or Jim might call a doctor, or even worse, go and see her to check she was all right. She wondered whether Jim would realize that she was having sex when they talked, but she reckoned there was no reason for him to suspect this, unless he heard Natasha's voice in the background.
Natasha clearly enjoyed the spot she had put Jane in. She helped Jane to dress. Natasha got aroused again when dressing Jane and, when rolling up her laddered stockings for her, she finger fucked Jane to another climax in all of thirty seconds. After helping her on with her chiffon top and letting her brush her hair, the still naked Natasha - still in her shoes, kissed Jane on the mouth and said that she had been "the best she had ever had." Jane guessed this was a compliment since Natasha presumably had had a lot of women.
When Jane got back to her room she felt overwhelmed with fatigue and, after showering, she went to bed. She had barely got between the sheets when she heard Jim knocking on the door.
"You OK?" he asked, fatherly concern on his face.
"Yes, I've been sick, but now I am fine - I'm in bed." She stood there looking all innocent in her bathrobe and Jim, of course, believed her.
"Thank god. We were worried. Have you seen Natasha? She and I need to talk and dinner's being served."
"No. Why would I see Natasha?" she said it a little defensively perhaps.
"Don't worry, Jane, I'll see she doesn't bother you. Tim tells me she is probably a, well you know, a lesbian: nothing wrong with that of course." Jim was always politically correct.
"Tim would say that. Anyway I know she's gay, why should I care?" Jane recovered her nonchalance.
Jim looked at the smiling pale face and concluded that Jane really was a little too naive sometimes for her own good.
"Good night."