Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

To Cheryl, it was one and the same thing.

Everyone was either with her or against her. No in-between, no neutrals. There couldn't be.

"Oh, Cheryl, your mouth is being so good to my poor tittie! I need you all over me! I'm burning up with desire!"

"Yes, Diane, yes. Just let me suck a little longer." She moved down the broad slope of tit. When she reached the base of the broad cone – at least a D-cup – she started licking and kissing. Her teeth nipped and tugged gently at the plaint flesh under her mouth. She didn't give a damn one way or the other what was happening. This was a way of insuring she covered her tracks, kept her sweet little ass out of trouble.

To Diane, it was a lot more. Her body was filled with a yearning she had never known for another woman. She felt the hollowness in her cunt. There was a gnawing need in her for fulfillment. And only Cheryl was available to give her the release she needed.

"More, Diane?" Cheryl taunted. She knew the condition the woman was in. Her fingers had sneaked under her skirt and begun caressing Diane's silk-covered snatch. The panties were already wet with lust. The woman needed a lot of love to bring her satisfaction.

"Yes!"

"Up on the table then and we'll see what we can do." The swiftness with which Diane obeyed her startled Cheryl. She kept down the urge to laugh. Then, seeing Diane stretched out on the table, her tits shaking like jello on a plate, Cheryl wondered what the hell she was going to do. She had never made love to another woman. This was brand-new to her. But it was obvious she would have to do something.

Diane expected it. And if she didn't satisfy the woman, she'd make an enemy, not a friend.

The thrusting boobs gave her an idea that was so positively dirty she knew it would work. It even started her own cunt sluggishly flowing out its juices.

She quickly stripped off her own pants suit and undies. Stark naked, she clambered up on the table and straddled the other woman's waist. She said, "Go on, Diane, fondle my boobs just like I was doing with yours. Feel them all you want and… I'll be doing something special to yours!"

"What?" came the tremulous question.

"Just wait and see!"

When Diane's shaking hand touched her jugs, Cheryl felt a tremor of delight surge through her body. This was going to be easier than she thought possible. She was going to get a charge out of this. She wondered if it was the way real lesbians fucked. It didn't much matter because this was the way she was going to do it.

She moved down the supine woman's body until her snatch was poised over one of the pointy tipped jugs. Cheryl reached between her legs and stroked a few times over her cunt lips. She felt the slimy flow of her cunt juice. She smeared the lubricant all over her pussy lips and then edged a little closer to the woman's nipple.

Spreading her labia, she settled down so that her cunt lips totally engulfed the end of the tit. There was a squishy noise as she squeezed down. Her delicately scalloped inner pussy lips seemed to shiver and shake as they contracted around Diane's nipple.

The feelings launched into Diane's body set off dynamite buried deep inside. The lewd, obscenely slimy feel of Cheryl's pussy lips kissing her clit was so totally perverted she didn't have words to describe it.

The only word she could use was WONDERFUL!

Cheryl began massaging the boob with a twisting action of her body. Her clutching cunt lips slipped and slid all over the areola and nipple of the woman under her. The soft flesh touched the aroused nipple. The quaking through her loins told Cheryl she was getting hot just thinking about what she was doing. And the delicate touch of her cunt lips on the woman's big boob were the trigger to her own orgasm.

She started working her way up and down, just as if she were fucking herself on some guy's cock. Straining, covered with sweat from the exertion, she worked herself up into a fever pitch of ecstasy. She clamped down as hard as she could on the pillowy jug just under her cunt.

Trying to ram as much of the tit into her cunt as she could sent a thunderclap of delight into her belly. She sighed and began to push her body down even more thinly on the yielding knocker. There was a soft, squishy sensation every time she turned and twisted around the flesh plugging up her twat. Cheryl used every movement to give herself the maximum in arousal she could. She wanted to enjoy this to the fullest.

And Diane was getting off on the strange lovemaking, too. It was totally bizarre having another woman's cunt clamped firmly down on the tip of her breast. The heat boiling out of Cheryl's interior stimulated her nipple, made it point straight up, hard and throbbing with lust. The softness of the pink, wet pussy lips on her jug filled her with a quiet delight that slowly built up to unbearable ecstasy.

The slightest movement was wonderful. The way Cheryl turned and twisted and massaged her breast with her blood-engorged cilt lips was a real turn-on for both of the women. Diane couldn't hold back the feelings building up in her body. Her tits felt like balloons ready to pop. Her heart beat heavily. She was taking in air with ragged breaths. But most of all, the feel of the pussy lips wetly, wantonly, lewdly kissing her tit got to her.

She came.

It wasn't the sort of climax she had expected. Usually, she wasn't a very hot chick. Her orgasms tended to be sedate in comparison to what she read about in all the women's map. Not this time.

This time she was hurled high into the air to drift back to reality. She was buffeted by sexual feelings so intense she couldn't believe they originated in her body. Diane was totally amazed that she was able to withstand such a tremendous sexual assault on her senses.

She shrieked and cried and bucked around. However she turned or moved, the cunt was always firmly gripping on her boob. She loved it.

Finally relaxing from her sexual high, she gasped, "D-did you get off, too, Cheryl? That was marvy!"

Cheryl lied. She had enjoyed it, but not like Diane. "Sure did, Diane. Those are some tits you have." She looked as innocent and young as she could when she added wistfully, "I wish mine were like yours."

She started to stroke and fondle the marshmallowy mounds of tit flesh. Cheryl didn't kid herself. She knew she'd won this one-time enemy over to her camp. Diane wouldn't pose any more problems for her rise to a position more fitting than mere reporter at a second-rate TV station.

"Do you think that looks better, Dave?" Cheryl moved the camera a little bit to the left and lined up another view for the man.

He looked in his monitor and sighed. "No, that's not the right angle, either. More to the left and see… hey, there, yeah, that's it. Now if we can just convince those two clowns calling themselves cameramen to do it like we want…"

Cheryl didn't mind working late. This was going to be a major production, one which would get her all sorts of recognition. She and Dave might not share the credit equally – he'd get the lion's share – but it was the exposure she was after.

"Let's call it quits. We have the script down pat, and the camera looks like it's not going to be the problem we thought it would be."

"Sure, fine with me." She couldn't figure out how the camera worked exactly. She had to ask, "Would you turn this hunk of tin off? I just can't seem to figure out where the on-off switch is."

Dave laughed. He'd worked as cameraman for almost a year before he'd gotten his big break as a cub reporter. He came around and looked through the tiny screen on the back of the camera. A sudden thought hit him.

It would be positively great to have a documentary made tonight. And the two actors were already on the set. He switched on the videotape unit and kept the camera aimed at the desk from behind which he gave the seven p.m. news.