Chapter 95

It took Laura nearly a week for the pain to go away completely. There was no way she could think of the afternoon with Karen without a warm glow of sexual excitement spreading through her body, but the persistent pain made her wonder if it was worth it. Her pussy was raw, and her nipples felt half-chewed.

Sometimes she awoke during the night certain that the clamps were still pinching them, and she had dreams of the bristly rope between her pussylips, cutting deep. Of course these dreams also made her horny, and when she ran into Yvette at work, looking absolutely stunning in a pale yellow blouse and a beige business suit, she nearly went weak in the knees, hungrier than ever for her.

"Congratulate me, I got promoted," Yvette beamed.

"You did?"

"Yes. I might be your boss some day, so you'd better be nice to me."

Laura lowered her voice. "I think I've always been 'nice' to you."

She let her eyes say the rest. Nobody ever made you come the way I have, Yvette. Nobody has fucked you the way I have. Not Arthur. Certainly not that witch Rhonda.

Yvette had been promoted to a level one step above Laura. Now they were no longer equals. Laura felt uneasy. Not that Yvette didn't deserve it, but Laura did know how she spread that beautiful black pussy around to get what she wanted.

Laura was both envious and curious. And of course, Yvette was ravishing, her smooth black skin beckoning to the touch, her beautiful ass curved suggestively under her tailored skirt, her long legs shockingly gorgeous. How could I ever want anyone but her? Laura wondered, feeling a catch in her throat at the girl's beauty.

Yvette leaned close, for a very quick whisper. "I'm dying to do it with you. I'm wet right now."

Laura shut her eyes and opened them. The sexual electricity that was flowing between them must be radiating like a throbbing alarm bell in the corridor. Anyone who saw them would know what they were feeling.

"Don't you know an empty office?" she whispered, cattily.

"As a matter of face, Rhonda's out of town," Yvette smirked saucily. "Meet me there in ten minutes. You know where it is?"

Laura bit her lower lip. "I know."

"Don't you want me?" Yvette pouted.

"Are you going to risk your new job?"

"I'd risk anything for you, Laura."

It was so absurd, but Laura couldn't resist. There was no way she could keep herself from going, risking everything herself, too.

"Good, I thought you'd chicken out," Yvette said, letting her into Rhonda's office and quickly closing the door behind her.

"I don't think it's a good idea," Laura whispered.

But her eyes locked with Yvette's, pulsing in hot, throbbing unison. They kissed, standing by the door, a scorching, passionate kiss that had them both moaning softly and whimpering as they devoured one another. They realized at the same instant that they might be oveheard through the door.

"Come over here," Yvette panted, pulling Laura across the room, toward the huge desk.

Laura had mixed feelings. She was afraid for her own job, as well as Yvette's. How often could they fuck like hot little tramps in all these private offices without getting caught? On the other hand, Laura recognized Rhonda's office, where she had fucked Barbara once on top of Rhonda's desk, gloating and exulting in every second of it. She couldn't deny herself the opportunity to fuck Yvette on it too, to get that one little triumph over Rhonda.

Standing by the desk, they again gave into their hunger. Laura kissed Yvette's long, smooth black neck, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it down her gleaming black shoulder, pulling her bra strap down too. She got one marvelous breast free and closed her mouth over Yvette's puffy black nipple.

"Unhhh! Oh... Laura!" Yvette gasped.

Laura was so hungry for the girl that she just about swallowed Yvette's breast. She felt Yvette's fingers dig into her back, through her blouse. Yvette's nipple hardened into a rubbery pebble in her mouth.

"Oh... shit!" Yvette hissed.

Laura's hand was already under her skirt, between her thighs, pulling down her panties. Yvette hadn't been lying. She was indeed sopping wet. Laura pushed her down backwards on Rhonda's desk. Yvette's legs were so long that it wasn't hard. She lay back, her ass perched on the edge, while Laura pushed up her short skirt and pulled her panties all the way off, exposing the glistening pink cleft of her black-lipped pussy.

Oh god, this beautiful beautiful pussy! she thought as she lowered her mouth to it quickly.

Yvette emitted a tiny mewling whimper as Laura's tongue slid between her wet cuntlips and probed deep into her slit. Laura wanted to spend a long, lovely time licking and sucking the shapely, sinous flower of Yvette's pussy, but she knew time was short. Yvette's long, sleek thigh muscles were already clenching, and tiny, short, desperate gasps were escaping from her throat.

Laura drew her tongue up across Yvette's hard little clit, flicking it, bringing shocked gasps of pleasure from Yvette.

"Ah! Unh! Oh god... Laura, yes! Unh!"

Come quickly, honey, come quickly, she thought, now jabbing her clit hard with the tip of her tongue. Yvette's body tensed. She moaned softly, incoherently.

"Nnnnunnnggg! Oh!"

"Yes!" Laura encouraged her.

"Oh!"

Then she came, a sharp seizure of an orgasm. Laura saw Yvette grab her own exposed breast, pinching and twisting her nipple hard with her whole hand, as she came. She pushed her forearm down into her mouth to choke off her screams. Her pelvis shuddered, and deep moans of bliss escaped from her throat.

"Auungghh! Unghh! Ohnngg!"

Her moans were just fading when the office door opened, and Rhonda Reardon walked in. "Oh my god!" Rhonda said in shock.

Laura's head whipped around. Yvette, still flummoxed from a sharp orgasm, propped herself up on one elbow and squinted in Rhonda's direction.

"Oh my god!" Rhonda said again, slamming the door shut behind her. "How could you do this? How could you do this?"

Laura didn't know whether she was addressing them both, or just Yvette. She stood up. She was, of course, still fully clothed. Yvette quickly pulled her skirt down and slid down from the desktop. Embarrassed, she pulled her bra back into place and buttoned her blouse.

"I got you promoted, Yvette," Rhonda said, her voice measured and chilly. "How could you do this to me?"

"I..."

"She couldn't help herself," Laura interjected ambiguously.

Rhonda stared at Laura, fire leaping from her eyes. "Get out of here, you slut," she said calmly. "I could get you fired."

Laura simply shook her head. She knew they all knew that Rhonda would say nothing. She would be risking her own job too.

"Rhonda, please..." Yvette began.

But Rhonda lashed out at her too. "You're just as much a slut as she is," she said to Yvette.

"You never said that when you were busy sticking your own tongue up this little black pussy," Yvette said.

Rhonda took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I don't believe this is happening. Right in my own office."

"I'll leave," Laura said.

"Please do."

"I'll leave too," Yvette said.