Date: Sun, 18 Apr 2004 11:17:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joli Camarillo <nastilatinabitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: His Boss' Slut 2

His Boss' Slut  2
Written by nastilatinabitch (joli camarillo)

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FF/Lesbian/NonConsent/Authoritarian)/Interracial/Domination
& Submission/Public Sex/

Cont from Part 1...Busty, conservative housewife is
trapped in the ladies' room of a luxurious resort
hotel and forced to submit to her husband's female
boss' un-relenting sexual advances.

Part One

 Jen successfully stifles a groan as Renita's fingers
expertly stroke her swollen nipples. She can feel warm
fluid leaking from her rose petal as Renita grinds her
crotch against her firm ass and her forefingers pull
and flick at her huge nipples. Before, Jen had been
terrified of the gossipy wind-bags outside the stall
hearing them; now, she was strangely turned-on by the
prospect of discovery.

The chattering women finally leave, and  Renita goes
to the next level. Jen does not resist as the other
woman un-zips her dress and begins tugging it down to
her waist. She assists by slipping her arms from the
thin straps, then leaning forward slightly. "Lift your
leg, sweetie. Don't wanna get this nice dress dirty"

Jen does as she's told. After hanging the dress on one
of the hooks inside the stall,  the black woman turns
her attention to the knock-out in front of her. Her
eyes feast hungrily on the luscious curves of the
lingerie-clad beauty. Big, shapely ass, framed so
beautifully by the lacy white garters, small waist,
and those gorgeous legs in their dark seamed
stockings!

Freeing her big cock from confinement, Renita steps
forward and embraces Jen again. Her hands resume
fondling cupping, hefting, and squeezing. The
oversized, blunt tip of her jutting strap-on finds its
way between the round, full cheeks of Jen's bottom.
She gasps and jerks when this happens, but not like
before.
Now, she welcomes Renita's touch. Her sexual lust is
awakened, and once it rears its head, there's no
stopping it. The tip of the artificial penis brushes
against Jen's outer labia, making her shudder with
sudden heat. A steam of clear, viscous fluid drizzles
from between those swollen lips as Renita's
experienced fingers spread them apart and capture the
straining bud of clitoris between them, squeezing
firmly, but gently. At the same time, she pumps her
hips, sliding deep into her lover's wet, wanting  pink
core.

"Oh, my goodness!" Jen whimpers, as her  pussy
clenches spasmodically around the thick rubber staff.
Her vaginal muscles soften, expanding around the
magnificent girth. She groans low in her throat; she
could give a damn if anyone hears her! Paul is no
slouch in the bedroom, but he's never made her feel
like this! An incredible horniness sparks in her belly
as the rampant dildo pumps faster in her sopping wet
tunnel, the heavy "balls" swinging beneath it slap
against her oven-hot gash with each inward thrust.
Waves of delicious pleasure radiate from her deeply
penetrated vagina as the black woman's cock awakens a
lust she hasn't felt in a long, long time. Paul's new
responsibilities had him working 14-16 hour days, and
their previous two or three times a week love-making
sessions had dwindled to one-a  very cursory one, at
that....

Renita's hands, which had been using the lush-bodied
wife's ample hips as levers, slide up her sides and
beneath her armpits to lustily cup and knead her
heavily-swaying, huge-nipples titties, tweaking and
flicking the thumb-sized teats while Jen shivers in
response. Jen stifles a loud cry just as the outer
door pushes open and a set of heels come clacking into
the powder room. Renita comes to an abrupt stop,
clapping one hand over Jen's mouth to stifle any more
out-cries while her fake erection soaks in the rich
juices of  the panting brunette's stuffed-full pussy.
The two lovers  wait while the other woman takes her
time washing her hands and re-applying her make-up,
but as soon as they hear the hydraulic door hinges
ease the door shut with a soft "thump", Renita's hips
go back into action.

 Though she would love to go-on fucking this luscious
bitch right here, in this stall, for the rest of the
night, Renita realizes that they have been lucky so
far, and that their chances of being discovered
increase by the minute. Plus, she wants to keep Jen on
the very edge of satisfaction, so that any  resistance
she may put up later will be easily overcome. She
withdraws suddenly, eliciting a mewling whine from the
horny brunette, who was right on the verge of a
powerful orgasm.

"Whaa-what are y-yyou doing?" she gasps. "What's
wrong?"

"We have plenty of time for this later, babe" Renita
responds, using a big handful of toilet tissue to wipe
the honey-like fluids covering her latex dick. "I'll
meet you later, after Paul is asleep, and we can
finish this then"

"I need to cum!" Jen whines pitiably. "OWWW!" she
yelps, as a hard slap to her left butt-cheek
interrupts her.

"I said, I'll meet you later, bitch....don't
contradict me again, EVER!" In a less harsh tone, she
added, "Make sure Paul gets drunk and is out of the
picture by 2am; I'll meet you in my room then"

"Yes, ma'am"  Jen meekly replies.

  Paul

The executive has been guzzling alcohol like water,
first on the plane, then in the their room, and now
here at the party. I should be drunker than this, he
thinks boozily, and briefly wondered why he wasn't,
until it occurred to him that his constant worrying,
plus adrenaline, was probably to blame. He's wracked
by guilt, but what else can he do?  Gulping more
whiskey, he looked around for Renita and Jen, but
doesn't see them.
Please, God, let this shit work, he prays fervently.
Never a religious man, Paul is one of those people who
never calls God's name until he needs something. The
prayer he just uttered is the first he's said in
years.

If I get out of this, I'll be a better husband and
father, he vows, grabbing a fresh drink from the tray
of a passing waiter and depositing  his empty in its
place. This last thought reminded him that he hasn't
seen Paul, Jr, or Dana, his daughter, in......how long
had it been?   Well, its not his fault. He has to work
like a dog so that his family can have a nice,
comfortable life, and he has earned his success. This
is the first illegal thing he's ever done, and he
shouldn't to lose his family and freedom over it.
Hell, corporate big-shots do it all the time, and get
off scott-free. He shakes it off. Everything will OK.
Renita will take care of it. I must be drunker
than I thought, he mused, feeling sorry for myself
like some pathetic loser. I better slow down on the
booze. But he downs the last of his drink and looks
around for a waiter.

Part Two

Yolanda has just finished putting a spit-shine on
Laurie's tasty pink clit, and know the two exchange
spit, tongues tangling and twining as the lusty latina
transfers the juices coated on her tongue to her
lover's oven-hot mouth. Laurie relishes that taste of
her own sweet  cuntal secretions and prolongs the hot
kiss as long as possible. She works one hand between
their sweaty bodies and inserts a pair of fingers into
her lover's slick pink wetness, wriggling them around
until the latina minx purrs low in her throat in
response. Now its Laurie's turn.....

Part three will feature the end of this encounter
between Yolanda & Laurie, and some more hot sex
between
Renita and Jen

I'll be posting this story on nifty (under
authoritarian) and literotica (under nonconsent), as
well as on this yahoo! site:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pattyparkerskinkylesbiantales

Joli