Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 00:17:27 EST
From: Nikki D <fastredpony1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Part of the game.  (f/f)

Part of the game. (f/f)

by Nikki D.


The intercom on my phone beeped, the low, raspy voice of my boss filled my
ears.  She was requesting my presence in her office.

I rapped lightly on the door, entering only after the voice on the other
side bade me to do so.

She was sitting at her desk reviewing a document, and did not look up as
she said with a casual air , "Lock the door."  I did as I was told, as I
tried to cage the fear that ran loose through my body like an escaped
circus animal, for the game was about to begin.

I remained with my back against the door for a few ticks, waiting...she
finally gave me her eyes, a mischievous grin playing at their corners. "Get
down on your hands and knees...and crawl over to me."  Without a thought to
the seemingly strange request, I obeyed.  I crawled slowly over to the
black leather executive chair, eyeing its occupant until I was at her feet.
She parted her legs slightly and ran her long, French manicured fingers
through my hair as I kissed and caressed the calf of her left leg.  She
continued to stroke my hair absently as if I were a feline pet, rubbing
against her leg, purring in response to her attention.

"...Stand up."  Her words were not forceful, but my threatened to jump out
of my chest, as I obeyed her request.

"Now..unbutton your dress."  Her voice was a low growl, full of erotic
tension, that caused a warm flush over my features. There was no hesitation
in my actions as my fingers immediately set to work undoing the line of
buttons down the front of my dress.

Just as I reached the last button I looked up to meet her eyes. "Take it
off," she whispered.  I slid the dress off my shoulders and draped it over
a near by chair, and returned to my position in front of the executive
chair, clad only in thigh hi's and Donna Karan pumps.

The tall, slender figure rose from the chair and leveled her gaze upon me,
stepping into my space she cupped my face in her hands and kissed me.  Soft
and sensual, teasing the corners of my mouth with her tongue, taking her
time as she explored every inch of my oral cavity.  I could feel my body
temperature start to rise and I felt the overwhelming desire to touch her
flesh-to taste her, but I knew the rules, and my body trembled as I fought
that natural urge.  A moan escaped from deep within me, my body's way of
conveying the building desire, as her hands moved from my face to leisurely
explore my being.

Long fingers began a courtship with my breasts and excited nipples, sending
jolts of pleasure to the hot spot that throbbed between my legs.

"Does that feel good?" she already knew the answer, and a small grin formed
at the corners of her mouth when all I could manage was a moan in answer to
her question.

Her hands slid further down my body, in no hurry.  Finger tips leisurely
drawing small circles on the flesh of my abdomen, and around my belly
button, as she captured my left nipple in her mouth and tortured it with
her tongue.  Small feather like flicks, and nips racked my body with
pleasure.

"Yeess."  The word slid from my lips before I could stop it.  That was
against the rules.  It was about control.  Control over our minds and
bodies.  I was not supposed to verbally express the pleasure I was feeling,
I knew I would pay for it later, but that was also part of the game.

She released my breast from the warm prison of her mouth, took a step back
and cast her gaze upon me.  My head was thrown back with my eyes closed, as
I concentrated on the incredible sensations her tongue on my flesh was
creating.  The feelings were so intense it took me a moment to realize she
was no longer touching me.  A dull ache for the heat of her touch pulsed
though my body.

Her breathing matched mine in its raggedness as she growled, "turn around."
I did a 180 degree turn so that my back was to her.  I could feel her
presence in my space once again.  Then I felt the smooth feeling of her
silk blouse, and the warmth of her breasts on my back as she stepped in
close behind me, her wool skirt scratching the tender skin on my ass as she
began to grind her hips against me.  Lips planted soft kisses on the nape
of my neck and shoulder blade, as long fingers once again harassed my
nipples.  Little whimpers leapt from my lips with every kiss and caress, as
I tried in vain to deal with the sensory over load to my nervous system.

"Don't move."  Her raspy voice was thick with desire.  As she uttered the
words, her left hand snaked down my body, stroking the inside of my thigh,
then gently cupping my needy, wet sex.  Some sort of primal cry escaped
from my chest as she slipped two fingers inside me, and began a
slow..firm... fuck.  My arms were straight at my sides, with my fists
clenched, my chest heaved as I sucked in full lungs of oxygen in an attempt
to control the pleasure endorphins flooding my body.  My resistance was
futile, as she used her fingers to keep my orgasm just over the horizon,
like the sun just before dawn.

"Can you feel me touching your soul?"  She whispered the words softly in my
ear as the tip of her thumb grazed my neglected clit, simultaneously
increasing the speed, and depth of her fingers. There was flash of white
and blue lights, as a jolt of pleasure surged through my body, and caused
my hips to buck involuntarily.

My resolve crumbled, and I gave in to the hot need that pulsed at my
center. I panted "FUCK...MEE...PLEASE!!...OHH..GOING TO CUM!!," as my
trembling hands covered hers and together we touched my soul.  I bucked and
ground my hips on our fingers as my orgasm cleared the horizon, burning in
a blaze of red and orange like the morning sun, blinding me momentarily.

I was spent, and as my legs began to give way, my lover lowered us into the
executive chair, me on her lap and slightly between her leg, as she
absently stoked my hair.

"You moved."  I had broken the rules, and knew I would be punished, but
that too, was also a part of the game.


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