Ken Long - Office sex lover

Sally shuddered as Cindy tweaked her swollen nipples with the tips of her fingers. As she continued to mouth her cunt and play with the excited tips of her nipples, Sally knew that Cindy was indeed a master at the art of lesbian lovemaking.

Her mouth pressed hard against Sally's wet cunt, her tongue darting quickly in and out of her creamy hole, while the sharp edges of her teeth nibbled against Sally's erect clit.

Her stroking tongue was making Sally feverish with lust. Hoarse moans of pleasure burst from her throat as her ass ground against the cushions of the couch. Erotic delirium permeated every inch of her writhing, white body as Cindy's tongue continued to plunder her palpitating, juice-filled vagina.

Looking down Sally could see Cindy's brown hair falling around her thighs as she eagerly licked the juices from her cunt.

Sally clasped the top of Cindy's head; her tongue pushing deep into her hole had brought her to the summit of erotic pleasure. Quick spasms of unthinkable joy pulsated through her body, spewing her hot cream into Cindy's sucking mouth. When it ended, Cindy pulled her mouth away from Sally's cunt and held her arms out to her. Sally sank to the floor and the two of them embraced. Sally felt her breasts mashing against Cindy's. Their lips met in a heated kiss, both stuffing their tongues into the other's mouth.

Sal's hands moved down and cupped the large, warm mounds of Cindy's boobs, feeling her hardened nipples pressing into the palms of her hands.

Moving her head down, Sally showered kisses on Cindy's breasts, sucking the large nipples into her mouth. Cindy whimpered as she felt Sally's teeth sinking into the sensitive rosebuds of flesh.

At the same time, her hands were back on Sally's boobs, squeezing her hardened nipples again. However, Sally wasn't thinking of her own pleasure. All she wanted to do was please Cindy in every way she could.

Turning her over until she was lying on her stomach, Sally licked from her shoulder blades, all the way down to the crack of her ass. As she slid her tongue across the deep groove; Cindy moaned passionately. With her hands, Sally separated the full cheeks of Cindy's ass and exposed her tightly puckered asshole to her eyes.

Cindy gasped as she felt the tip of Sally's tongue pressing against the rim of her rectum. Her asshole was tighter than it looked, forcing Sally to really push to get her tongue inside. Suddenly, the ring of muscle at the entrance gave way, and Sally's tongue was thoroughly imbedded inside the girl's ass. As Sally pushed in and out, Cindy's hips wiggled as she moaned with pleasure on the carpet.

As Sally continued to lubricate Cindy's asshole with her tongue, her fingertips were sweeping erotically up and down her inner thighs, finally pressing against Cindy's wet pussy. Hard moans of lust tore from her throat as Sally's fingers began pumping in and out of her drenched vagina.

Sally could almost imagine what delicious torment Cindy was going through with her tongue in her asshole and her fingers plundering her cunt. Her ass, all nice, pink and firm was rotating on Sally's tongue, forcing her fingers to delve extra deep into the warm, wet receases of her swollen vagina.

Sally was twisting her clitoris when, with a wild scream of passion, Cindy erupted, showering Sally's hand with her warm, sticky load of cream.

When it was over, they both stayed on the floor, pleasantly tired from their workout. After a minute, the phone rang, and with a sigh of satisfaction, Cindy got up to answer it.

It was Stan. He had talked to his boss about Sally; and he had suggested that she see Cora Keen of the Twilight Model Agency, and that he would call her and set it up for Sally.

After the call, Cindy hung up the phone and gave Sally the news.

"Who is this Cora Keen?" Sally asked.

Cindy smiled. "She runs one of the modeling agencies here in town."

"I don't know anything about modeling," Sally protested, "and I never went to school to learn to be one."

"Look, Sally," Cindy said, "for this type of modeling, you don't have to know anything. All you have to do is strip and pose the way the photographer wants you to. That's all there is to it."

"When am I supposed to go there?" Sally asked.

"Stan said as soon as you can. So, why don't you go take a shower and put on something real sexy."

Sal took a quick shower, got dressed and then they were off. Cindy said that she had a car downstairs and wouldn't mind driving Sally.

The Twilight Model Agency was on the third floor of a downtown office building. A secretary with horn-rimmed glasses showed Sal to Miss Keen's office while Cindy sat in the waiting room.

Although she was thirty-six, Cora Keen didn't look a day over twenty-five. Sitting behind her desk, she had tong dark hair and, from what Sally could see, a most fuckable body. Then Sally noticed that the suit Cora was wearing was cut very mannishly and she began to wonder.

Miss Keen circled her desk, letting her eyes roam over. Sally's body. "You have a very nice figure," she said, "and your blonde hair should go well in color. Tell me, have you ever modeled before?"

Sally shook her head.

Cora wanted to know her age, and although Sally was twenty-five, she told Miss Keen she had just turned twenty-one.

"Did you come here alone, Sally?" she asked.

"No," Sally said, "Cindy Stanton brought me. She's my brother's girl friend."

A small grin tugged at the corners of her lips. "Yes," she said, "I know Cindy rather well."

She looked Sally over again. "You'll have to pose in the nude, you know."

Sally nodded to show that she understood what would be expected of her.

"All right," Miss Keen said, "why don't you strip for me? I'd just like to make sure that everything there is you; that you're not wearing falsies or anything. Besides," she continued, "I must make sure that you don't embarrass easily. It would be hell for me if I sent you out on an assignment and you got cold feet."

Sally quickly stripped. As she stood in front of Miss Keen naked, she watched the woman's eyes linger on her body and stare at her tits. Sally saw her licking her lips and she was sure she had guessed right about her.

"All right. You may get dressed now."

Sally could have sworn that Miss Keen sighed with disappointment when she bent over to fit her boobs into the cups of her bra. While she continued to dress, Miss Keen sat on the side of her desk, letting a leg swing back and forth. Her dress hiked up about five inches and Sally saw plenty of her pure white thigh.

"I have an assignment for you," she said. "A photographer named Ben Jenkins has a studio down in the Village. I'll give you his address. The poses that he'll want will be suggestive. Do you understand?"

Sally assured her that she did.

When they talked over salary, Sally was told that she would be paid by assignments. When she finished a job, the photographer would give her a voucher that she would turn over to the agency in exchange for immediate payment.

Sally left Cora's office and joined Cindy. They walked out to Cindy's car, and Sally hesitated.

"Maybe I'd better take a bus or a subway or something."

"Don't be silly," Cindy said, so they got in. "I'll drive you there and leave you. You can catch a subway a block away when you're done and it will take you right back to the apartment," Cindy added.

Sally said, "Cindy, were you ever in bed with her?"

"With who?" Cindy asked.

"Miss Keen."

"Oh Cora. Yes," she answered. "But don't ever tell anybody."

"All right," Sally said. "Say, Cindy, how come you don't do any of this modeling? It seems to pay good."

"It's like this, Sally. I'm an actress, or at least I try to be. And some day when I make it big, I just don't want some idiot running up to show me some magazine, that has me on the cover with my pussy hanging out."