Authors: Lisette Ashton
‘Kiss me again,’ Gayle demanded. She pressed her body against Sheridan’s and wrapped her arms around her.
For an instant, Sheridan was too shocked to respond. This wasn’t what she had intended. She should be scouring the office looking for title deeds, not kissing the dizzy secretary of Harold’s wife. But despite her internal protestations, Sheridan realised she had no other option. She had tried to be clever and that had forced her into a corner. Now she would have to think of a way out of it that would help her to attain her goal.
Gayle pressed her mouth over Sheridan’s, kissing her passionately. When their lips parted the woman panted softly.
‘I’ve been attracted to you since the day I first saw you in the office,’ Gayle whispered. She punctuated her speech with delicate kisses to Sheridan’s lips. ‘I’ve been wanting to say something too,’ she went on quickly. ‘But it’s always difficult to know if another woman feels the same. I don’t have a lot of faith in my gaydar. It’s let me down too many times in the past.’
There was a sick smile on Sheridan’s face but she didn’t think Gayle noticed.
‘I’d had enough drinks at the party the other night to want to say something,’ Gayle continued. ‘But I didn’t get the chance to be near you. When I’d finally plucked up the courage to talk to you, that creep Wayne cornered me and I didn’t get the chance to say anything.’
As she spoke, Gayle rubbed her hands over Sheridan’s T-shirt, skirt and stockings. Her eager caresses lacked subtlety but Sheridan couldn’t deny the woman made up for that with her overt enthusiasm. And, although she had only kissed Gayle to scare the woman away, Sheridan now found that a spark of arousal was beginning to flicker between her legs.
She shook that thought away, aware that it was far too tempting.
She had to get her hands on the deeds for Holbert Manor and didn’t have time to play games with Gayle, regardless of how darkly attractive that prospect might be.
‘Are we safe to do this here?’ Sheridan asked quickly.
It was a desperate hope. She was clutching at straws in a bid to extricate herself from the situation.
‘We’re safe,’ Gayle assured her. ‘But if this is your first time with another woman, perhaps I should take the lead?’
Sheridan balked at the idea, but said nothing. The idea of playing the role of the submissive was galling. But she had just told Gayle that this was the first time she had ever approached another woman. It would be impossible to go back on that remark without arousing suspicion and so it made sense to pretend she was naïve and inexperienced.
‘Whatever you say.’
There was a peculiar smile on Gayle’s lips as she curled her fingers into Sheridan’s hair. Sheridan studied the expression, certain that she recognised something about that look, but unable to work out exactly what.
‘Do you trust me to take control?’ Gayle asked.
Sheridan’s heart skipped a beat. The reaction surprised her. Coming on to Gayle had been a mistake, she could see that now. She didn’t know how she had misread the signs of Gayle’s interest or sexuality. She felt certain there hadn’t been any. Even now, embracing the woman and exchanging soft, sultry kisses, she found it hard to credit Gayle with such predilections. Logically and rationally Sheridan knew she should have been trying to get out of this situation. It would have been a simple matter to suddenly decide she’d had one too many glasses of Dutch courage before coming back to the office. But something stopped her. There was an understated allure to Gayle that Sheridan found infuriatingly exciting.
‘I’ll make it just the way you want,’ Gayle whispered. She kissed around Sheridan’s mouth, teasing her and inspiring an aching need for deeper intimacy. ‘All you have to say is that I can take control.’
‘Of course you can take control,’ Sheridan whispered. A hand caressed her breast through the fabric of her vibrant pink top. The touch was perfectly aimed and she thrilled to the subtle spark that tingled in her nipple. ‘Of course.’
‘Then get down on your knees and lick me,’ Gayle said.
There was a note of authority in her tone that Sheridan hadn’t anticipated. When she felt her head being forced down between the woman’s legs, she was touched by another thrill. In sex she had always played the dominant role and this was the first time anyone had ever forced her to submit. The temptation to rebel flitted briefly across her mind but the pleasure of being subjugated in this manner overrode it. Gayle’s fist in her hair made every follicle scream with pain. The stimulus added to the growing heat between her legs.
‘You’ll have to undress me,’ Gayle growled. She twisted Sheridan’s head back so that she could look at her.
Acting quickly, Sheridan moved her hands to Gayle’s skirt and started to lift the hem. She was stopped when the woman pulled her hair more sharply than before.
‘I said undress me.’ There was ice in Gayle’s voice. ‘I’m in control and we’re going to do this properly. I don’t just want a damned knee-trembler. I want us to become lovers.’
The sparkle that flickered in her eyes looked almost cruel and Sheridan finally realised why she had thought Gayle’s authority seemed familiar. The woman was using the same ferocious techniques that she always employed when controlling a sexual submissive.
Sheridan’s arousal heightened.
She reached behind Gayle, unfastened the button at the back of her skirt and slowly tugged the zipper down. The garment fell to the floor and pooled at her ankles.
Gayle stepped idly out of it and kicked the skirt to one corner of the office.
Sheridan took a moment to study the splendour of her legs, caressing the bare flesh with loving fingers. Gayle still held her head with a tight grip but the pain was more of an aphrodisiac than a discomfort. With her excitement building, Sheridan grasped Gayle’s panties and began to pull them down.
‘I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,’ Gayle marvelled. There was an audible smile in her voice. ‘I’ve wanted you since the day you first walked into Harold’s office.’
Sheridan smiled to herself as she lowered the panties to the floor. There had been a lot of people who had wanted her since that first day. With the exception of Wayne, and not including the half-hearted blowjob she had given to Harold, Gayle was the only one who had managed to attain her so far.
She found herself staring at the woman’s dark pubic mound. The thick swatch of hairs covering her sex was dense but neatly trimmed. Sheridan could detect the faint musky odour of the woman’s arousal and she inhaled the fragrance deeply.
‘If you want to stop, or if you think things are moving too fast, then you only have to say,’ Gayle said.
The words seemed surreal juxtaposed against the screaming pain of her pulled hair. Sheridan did take a moment to think about the offer. She had already contemplated leaving the office and acting shocked and demure but she hadn’t been able to see a way of carrying that off. Now she stayed where she was, realising she didn’t want to miss this opportunity. By way of reply, she moved her mouth towards Gayle’s sex and kissed the lips of her pussy.
Gayle drew a faltering breath. She had been standing in front of her desk and now sat heavily on the cluttered surface. A sheaf of papers shifted, then spilt to the floor but neither of them paid the paperwork any attention. Gayle rested on the desk in a position that left her sex fully exposed to Sheridan’s tongue.
Sheridan took advantage of the opportunity. She nuzzled the glistening lips with her nose and caressed Gayle’s muscular legs with a lover’s intimacy. Her tongue travelled swiftly up and down the woman’s labia, moistening the dark pubic hairs.
She could hear the woman above her groaning excitedly. Obvious pleasure built with each guttural sigh. Gayle tightened her hold on Sheridan’s hair and a fresh bolt of pain exploded in her scalp as her head was pushed hard into the woman’s eager pussy.
‘Lick me deep,’ Gayle hissed. ‘Put your tongue in there. Deep.’
Sheridan did as she was instructed. The heat of her own sex already burnt fiercely. An overwhelming desire had taken over and her mounting need for satisfaction was monumental. But more than that, and before she could even think about her own pleasure, she had to satisfy Gayle. The other woman’s enjoyment was suddenly so important to her that Sheridan had difficulty grasping all its implications. Instead of trying to analyse it, she simply slid her tongue into the velvety warmth of Gayle’s sex. With a series of quick, jerky movements, made awkward by the position of her neck, she lapped greedily.
Slippery sweet pussy juices coated her tongue.
‘Now lick my clit,’ Gayle said. The instruction came between gasps. ‘Lick my clit. Suck on it. Make me come, you little bitch.’
Sheridan swallowed the woman’s flavour then ran her tongue again over the lips of Gayle’s sex. She remembered the trick Wayne had employed on her in the lift and she wondered if that might work for Gayle. She slid her hands up the woman’s legs, caressing her inner thighs and relishing the tactile pleasure of touching her soft skin. After teasing the lips with the tips of her fingers, she pulled the hood up, exposing the pulsing nub of her clitoris.
‘That feels good,’ Gayle whispered.
‘I bet this feels better,’ Sheridan whispered back. She flicked the tip of her tongue against Gayle’s sex. The connection was so subtle that Sheridan could barely feel the contact herself. The only way she knew she had touched Gayle was because the woman gave a cry of delight. She tugged hard on Sheridan’s hair, screaming words of praise and enthusiasm as her body trembled.
Sheridan flicked her tongue against the woman for a second time. She applied a little more pressure and was able to feel the tiny pearl against her tongue.
Gayle screamed once more. Her hands twisted in Sheridan’s red and blue hair, forcing her lips to kiss the eager wetness of her hole.
‘Where have you been all my life?’ Gayle gasped, pushing Sheridan away.
‘I’m beginning to wonder that myself,’ Sheridan returned. She was pulled into the woman’s arms and made no attempt to resist. In truth, she was excited by the intimacy and familiarity of the embrace.
‘Do you think you could do that for me again?’ Gayle asked, planting soft kisses upon Sheridan’s face.
‘Happily,’ Sheridan murmured.
With a sudden display of strength, Gayle grabbed Sheridan in her arms and pushed her briskly to the floor.
Sheridan gasped, shocked and excited by the violence.
‘Have you ever sucked a woman’s tits before?’ Gayle asked.
Sheridan had, but she didn’t dare tell Gayle that much. She shook her head. Not trusting herself to give a voice to the lie, she asked, ‘Could I suck yours?’
Gayle had shifted position, straddling her body. She was sitting with her pussy lips resting on Sheridan’s middle. The dewy wetness of her flesh slid over the small ring that pierced Sheridan’s belly button.
Sheridan saw Gayle shrug off her blouse and unfasten her bra. Her small, pert breasts were released and she thrust the dark tip of one nipple towards Sheridan’s mouth.
The nipple was hard between her lips and Sheridan felt the woman shiver as she sucked gently on the end. As before, she could feel her own excitement mounting but it was overshadowed by her need to give pleasure. The feeling was an unexplored vein and she found the whole idea tantalising. Drawing her tongue against the crinkled areola, she heard Gayle whisper words of appreciation. The pulse between her own legs beat with a determined urgency but she ignored it, preferring to listen to Gayle’s enjoyment.
‘Now this one,’ Gayle said, easing herself away.
Sheridan went from one nipple to the other, relishing the chance to taste the dry, hard flesh. She sucked, licked and gently nibbled on the bud, growing dizzy with the need of her own passion. It was difficult to tell how long she lay on the floor beneath Gayle but the time seemed to pass swiftly. She felt as though she had barely begun to enjoy the sensation of tonguing her breast, when the woman whispered in her ear.
‘Now it’s your turn.’
Sheridan was thrilled. She was saddened as the breast left her mouth but Gayle’s tender caresses helped to make up for the loss. The woman turned around, facing Sheridan’s ankles, then glanced back over her shoulder. Sheridan was treated to the sight of Gayle’s smile hovering about the glorious display of her dripping pussy.
‘You think you can lick me as well as you did before?’ Gayle asked.
‘Maybe better,’ Sheridan suggested.
Gayle grinned. ‘I could tolerate that.’ She turned her face away, put her mouth between Sheridan’s legs and drew her tongue against the gusset of her panties.
The sensation of being tongued through the fabric was intense. Sheridan stiffened as the orgasm rushed through her. She had been starting to caress the glorious mounds of Gayle’s backside but her fingers tightened into claws as she was rocked by an instantaneous wave of pleasure. Gayle drew breath and made a sound like pained laughter.
‘You were ready for that, weren’t you?’
Sheridan was still trapped in a world of ecstasy, unable to respond and barely able to hear. Someone was laughing, and she wondered why the voice sounded so much like her own. As the echoes of delight subsided, she realised her fingers were still pressed into Gayle’s backside and she released them with a sudden and sincere apology.
‘That’s nothing compared to the claw marks you’ll have before we’re finished,’ Gayle said with a grin.
Sheridan didn’t know if the woman was joking. She only knew that the idea excited her immensely. Raising her head to Gayle’s sex, she began to lick her wetness with a loving tongue. For the first time in her life she was determined to give as much pleasure as she expected to receive.
At the same moment Gayle tugged the crotch of Sheridan’s panties to one side and pressed her mouth against the molten flesh of her hole. The sensation of the tongue against her pussy lips made Sheridan scream. She tried to mute the sound, burying her mouth in Gayle’s dewy mound and her tongue deep inside. As the tremors of pleasure shivered through her, she realised this was only the beginning of what they could do together.