Keywords: FF, cons, interr
Part: Chapter 95
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance
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.
"You stay!" Rhonda commanded.
Yvette looked wanly at Laura as Laura slipped out the door and
closed it behind her. She's better off using her wiles with that
witch than she is from anything I could do for her, she thought.
She went to the nearest restroom and washed off her mouth.
She knew it wasn't true, but she felt like she had Yvette's
glistening cuntjuices all over it, and that people would stare at
her. She realized she was still fiercely horny, having become very
aroused while eating Yvette's sweet pussy.
But she tried to ignore it. They had finally got caught, and
by the worst person of all. Or was it the best? After all, Rhonda
wouldn't dare say anything to anyone. She had too many secrets of
her own.
Laura went back to work and tried to keep her mind on her
business, which was hard since she needed a quick sexual release in
the worse way. She heard no more from Yvette, who had probably
promised Rhonda she wouldn't try to see Laura. But when she got
home from work, Yvette was there, waiting in her car outside.
"I thought you had to pick up your little girl," Laura said,
approaching Yvette's car.
"I asked Arthur to do it."
"Want to come upstairs?"
Yvette smiled. "What'll you pay me?"
"Everything I have," Laura said, almost meaning it.
"Laura," Yvette scoffed, getting out of her car, giving Laura
another glimpse of her shockingly beautiful long legs. "You better
be careful, I might start to think you really care about me."
They almost hurt themselves in the rush to get to Laura's
apartment. There they flung off their clothes and devoured one
another in a white heat of frantic passion. Laura couldn't remember
when they had made love so heatedly, so desperately. She knew it
had something to do with having been discovered by Rhonda, but she
didn't know exactly what.
Yvette was so ardent that, with a little coaching from Laura,
she found Laura's g-spot, so recently discovered by the Dallas
airport girl, Kim, and initiated a string of hysterical, shattering
orgasms in Laura that left them both stunned, and Laura barely able
to sit up.
"God, Laura, what got into you," Yvette giggled softly. "You
never came like that before. You came hard, but not like that."
Laura figured she would give Yvette credit for the discovery.
"You . . . just touched the right place. Like I do for you
sometimes."
Yvette nodded solemnly, remembering her fierce eruptions. "I
hope I can find it again. Gosh, I love making you come like that."
"I love it too," Laura smiled. "You didn't tell me what
Rhonda said to you, after I left."
"She said if I ever saw you again she'd find a way to get us
both fired."
Laura grinned. "She'll never dare. We know her weakness."
But Yvette was solemn, even grim. "She could get me fired."
"She wants your pussy too much for that."
"Aren't you jealous?"
"You bet I am. What else did she say to you?"
"She's very competitive, you know. She always wants to know
if you fuck me better than she does. Excuse my language."
Laura felt the hot dagger turning in her gut the way she
always did at the thought of anyone, Rhonda or Arthur or anyone but
her, fucking Yvette. She wanted to say, Honey, you're not still
letting her, are you? But she knew why Yvette had been promoted.
"How often do you let her . . . " she started to ask,
seething, trying to hide it.
"Not very often. It isn't like with you, Laura."
"She's . . . very pretty."
"You're special," Yvette went on, drawing curlicues with her
finger on Laura's naked flesh. "But she treats me, I don't know,
like a princess or something. But the sex is fairly boring,
compared to us. Like, she never makes me come the way you do. Like
you just did yourself."
"Oh?" Laura raised her eyebrow. "And how does she make you
come, then? Just a tight little squeal of happiness, and then it's
over?"
Yvette made a moue. "Yeah, it's almost exactly like that.
She never touched me . . . you know, in that spot, like you have."
Now Yvette almost purred, stretching sensually next to Laura,
mewling seductively.
"Mmmmm, I'm glad to know I have something she doesn't have,"
Laura purred back, very vulnerable to this seduction.
"You have me," Yvette panted, as she felt Laura's lips begin
to crawl over her naked breasts. "She'll never have me the way you
do. You were my first."
"First girl," Laura whispered, sliding down between the girl's
beautiful black thighs, bringing her face close to one of the two or
three most exquisitely shaped pussies she had ever seen.
"That's what I mean . . . ohhhh!" Yvette gasped as Laura began
to lick the puckered flower.
Unlike this morning in Rhonda's office, now Laura could take
her time. Yvette couldn't stay long, maybe another twenty minutes,
but they didn't have to rush it either, and Laura lavished all her
skill and care on the girl's lovely, sinuous pussy until Yvette was
trembling and begging to be finished off.
But Laura prolonged it, feeling almost like the first time,
wanting Yvette to know that she would get this nowhere else,
certainly not from Rhonda. She toyed with Yvette's pussy until the
girl was a wreck, writhing, panting, whimpering, pinching and
twisting her own breasts and nipples, churning her hips, mewling and
begging. When Laura knew she was ready, she slid her finger into
Yvette's slippery, very wet trench and quickly found the g-spot,
rubbing it hard and sucking Yvette's clit at the same time.
Yvette exploded in four increasingly intense orgasms in a row,
the last one briefly making her lose consciousness as the rapture
became too severe. It took her several minutes to re-surface from
the overwhelming experience.
"Wow," she gasped softly. "Just when I think we can't
possibly be better than last time, something like this happens."
Laura kissed her, a long, meaningful, emotional kiss. She
knew she could never give up Yvette, and felt almost the same as if
Jonelle had been fucking on the side with Rhonda.
"Don't let her have you again," she whispered. "She doesn't
care for you the way I do."
"I have to," Yvette said, plaintively. "Once in a while, at
least. She got me this promotion."
"So you owe her?"
"Yes." Yvette looked down, ashamed. "But it's not like with
us. She could never do for me what you just did."
"It makes me want to puke."
Now Yvette kissed Laura. "You're no nun, when I'm not here,"
she said softly, but deliberately. "I never ask who else you're . .
. you know, doing it with."
A small gush of tears came to Laura's eyes, but she bit them
back, unwilling to seem manipulative. "I know . . . you don't."
"I get jealous too."
"I know."
They melted together. In this firestorm of g-spot orgasms,
each had come about six times, in less than an hour. Now they took
a good ten minutes to wind one another up tight again, mainly doing
sixty-nine, then turned around face to face for the final explosion,
hand to crotch, mouth to mouth, a beautiful searing shared climax
that sealed their union as never before.
"She brought us closer together, you know," Laura whispered in
Yvette's ear as she left.
Yvette winked and said nothing, smiling her agreement.