That s Enough
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Wilma Fingerdoo was a beautiful young woman herself. Petite, brown eyes in a lovely face, shapely legs, small pert breasts, red hair piled untidy but sexy. Fingerdoo saw Domina Goodhead however as something else all together. She was stunning. She was also Wilma’s boss. An absolute bitch of a boss and despite that…Wilma was in love with her. Wilma watched her through the floor to ceiling glass window to Goodhead’s office. Goodhead sat behind the desk, talking and laughing on the phone. Wilma realised she was feeling hot. A tiny bead of perspiration trickled and tickled down her inner thigh. Wilma parted her legs slightly, her hand slipped beneath her short skirt to wipe it away. Her fingers brushed the silk of her black thong.
She watched Goodhead in the office and almost without thinking, Wilma sat back in her reclining chair, parted her legs more and began gently rubbing at her pussy through the thin fabric of the thong. It wasn’t the first time Wilma had fantasised about and masturbated over her boss. She had done it many times before. But, never at work. Never within sight of her. This was new. This was…..exhilarating. She pressed her fingers against her mound, making small circular motions against the silk. The harder she caressed the outside of her pussy the more aroused she became and it wasn’t long before the silk thong was damp with her arousal.
She rubbed at her ever moistening lips, slipped the thong aside, began gently rubbing at her clit. She was already so stimulated that her labia quivered under a finger, a small pre-orgasm under her soft touch.
Wilma wanted to touch her breasts and at that moment as she glanced up- Goodhead spun in her chair to look from the window, her back to Wilma. Wilma could see Goodhead’s long legs, crossed at the ankle. What she would give to run her hand on those legs. She would run a hand up the stockings, slip a hand between Goodhead’s thighs and….
Wilma let out a little involuntary moan, slid a hand into her silk blouse, and into her bra. She cupped a breast, rolling a now hard nipple between her fingers. Wilma closed her eyes and worked at her clitoris with her other hand. Her fingers sliding into her wet opening. Rubbing, caressing, teasing. It didn’t take her long. Wilma’s body began to spasm, the orgasm coursing through her body. Wilma clasped her thighs together, trapping her fingers. The orgasm swept over her and ebbed away. She slipped a wet finger from her pussy. Her thong was wet with cum. Quickly she stood and slipped it off, sliding the silk down her legs, she bent, put it in her purse, looked up and…..Goodhead was stood at the window.
Oh my God , she thought. Did she see me? Was she watching? I’m fired. Then the phone rang. I am so fucking fired. “Miss Fingerdoo,” said Goodhead’s voice. “Would you come into my office please. Now, please. Thank you.”
Wilma smoothed her skirt down and heart pounding in her chest she entered Goodhead’s office.
“Are you all right, Miss Fingerdoo?” asked Goodhead, now sat at her desk.
“I….I’m fine, Miss Goodhead,” stammered Fingerdoo. “Is there something you need?”
“Yes Miss Fingerdoo there is, something I need,” smiled Goodhead.
Ohh God, she saw me, thought Fingerdoo.
“Yes, there is actually,” smiled Goodhead, looking Fingerdoo up and down, from heels to eyes. Slowly. “But, we’ll get to that in a moment.”
Fingerdoo, could barely breathe. Goodhead stood and walked from behind the desk. She walked slowly behind Fingerdoo. Her Jimmy Choo three inch heels clicking on the marble tiled floor. She turned and stood beside Fingerdoo. Close beside her.
“Do you like working for me, Miss Fingerdoo?”
“I…yes ma’am I…”
“Call me Domina,” smiled Goodhead. “Ma’am is far too formal don’t you think?”
“I….don’t-“
“Yes, it is,” smiled Goodhead, placing a hand on Fingerdoo’s arm. “There’s no need to worry.”
“I’m not worried…I …it’s…..” Fingerdoo’s skin was electric under Goodhead’s fingers.
“Not worried? Then of course you have no reason to be. I like the way you’re fitting in around here. Very professional,” continued Goodhead. “Well…..most of the time.”
“I can explain what I was-“
“Yes. I’m sure you can,” interrupted Goodhead. “You’re trembling. If not worried…then perhaps, excited?”
“Yes ma’…..yes Miss Goodhead.”
“Domina,” smiled Goodhead, gently pushing Fingerdoo back against her desk. Goodhead ran a hand through Fingerdoo’s hair, freeing it, allowing it to fall around her neck.
“You have lovely hair,” she said softly. “Natural?”
“Yes,” replied Fingerdoo. Goodhead slid her hands down Fingerdoo’s side to her waist. “We’re you excited out there?” she whispered, hot breath in Fingerdoo’s ear as she leaned in close. “Were you, touching yourself?”
“I…..I’m sorry Miss-“
“Shhhhhs now, Miss Fingerdoo,” rasped Goodhead, leaning forward, placing her lipstick lips against Fingerdoo’s, slipping her tongue into her wet mouth. A kiss, slow, soft and sensual. Fingerdoo let out a gasp as their lips parted. Goodhead undid Fingerdoo’s blouse, pushing it open, moving her hands around her back. She unhooked Fingerdoo’s bra. Goodhead let out a little gasp of her own as Fingerdoo’s small breasts fell free as she dropped the bra onto her desk. Goodhead kissed Fingerdoo down her neck to her breasts. Wilma had no words. Her mouth suddenly dry. Breathing, shallow, heated gasps. She looked into Goodhead’s beautiful eyes and simply nodded her head. Goodhead took a breast in hand, her long nails red against the pale skin. Goodhead brushed a nipple with her lips and then sucked it into her warm mouth. Fingerdoo gasped.
“Are you all right with this, Miss Fingerdoo?”
“Yes. God yes. Miss…I mean Domina,” rasped Fingerdoo. “But I’ve never been with a woman and I-“
“Relax. I have,” smiled Domina, “I won’t hurt you. Relax. It’ll be nice.” Goodhead went back to nuzzling Fingerdoo’s breasts. Her tongue flicking at the erect nipples.
Fingerdoo’s already wet pussy felt like it was on fire, more juices dampening her inner thighs. Goodhead eased Fingerdoo onto the edge of her desk and knelt between her legs. She ran a finger lightly over Fingerdoo’s soft red down, then eased apart her secretary’s legs and went to work with her fingers and tongue.
Goodhead rubbed gently at Fingerdoo’s clit, then explored the wet folds of her labia with her warm tongue.
“So wet,” whispered Goodhead, lapping at Fingerdoo’s pussy. “Aren’t you the naughty girl? You're so wet.”
Fingerdoo put her legs over Goodhead’s shoulders as her boss explored her inner folds with her tongue. She relaxed and spread her legs wide, letting her boss have full access to her pussy. She cooed and gasped as Goodhead moved her hot tongue over her now, creamy, wet slit, and then, she pulled at Goodhead’s hair as she slipped her tongue deep inside and started to tongue fuck her.
In and out went Goodhead’s tongue. At the same time Goodhead rubbed at her own wet pussy. Goodhead withdrew her tongue from the deep inner folds and spread Fingerdoo’s lips with her painted nails. She took her secretary’s clit into her lips. She worked Fingerdoo’s pussy whilst flicking at her clitoris with her tongue. Fingerdoo writhed on her bosses desk.
“Suck my clit….lick it…lick my clit,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Oh please Domina…lick my clit.”
Goodhead responded, her head bobbing up and down between Fingerdoo’s hot legs. She took her clit and sucked on it, running her mouth over her hot folds.
“Oh yes…yes…yes,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Suck my clit. Suck it, please. Make me cum Domina. Please make me cum.” Domina reached her arms up and her fingers danced over Fingerdoo’s hard nipples.
“I’m cumming,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Domina, I’m cumming! Domina worked her lips and tongue harder and then with a final flick of her tongue…..Fingerdoo came. A hard orgasm that shook her legs, rippling through her body in waves of pleasure. Fingerdoo exploded, her juices covering Goodhead’s lips as her body shook and shuddered.
“So, how was you’re first time with a woman?” asked Goodhead, sliding from between Fingerdoo’s legs.
“Beautiful,” rasped Fingerdoo leaning forward, kissing Goodhead, tasting her own self on the beautiful woman’s lips. “Beautiful.”
Bumfelt straightened his pants. Fuck. Fingerdoo’s seduction story had given him a raging hard-on. He held a file over his crotch to hide it from the suspect.
"Fuck me," he whispered under his breath.
She watched Goodhead in the office and almost without thinking, Wilma sat back in her reclining chair, parted her legs more and began gently rubbing at her pussy through the thin fabric of the thong. It wasn’t the first time Wilma had fantasised about and masturbated over her boss. She had done it many times before. But, never at work. Never within sight of her. This was new. This was…..exhilarating. She pressed her fingers against her mound, making small circular motions against the silk. The harder she caressed the outside of her pussy the more aroused she became and it wasn’t long before the silk thong was damp with her arousal.
She rubbed at her ever moistening lips, slipped the thong aside, began gently rubbing at her clit. She was already so stimulated that her labia quivered under a finger, a small pre-orgasm under her soft touch.
Wilma wanted to touch her breasts and at that moment as she glanced up- Goodhead spun in her chair to look from the window, her back to Wilma. Wilma could see Goodhead’s long legs, crossed at the ankle. What she would give to run her hand on those legs. She would run a hand up the stockings, slip a hand between Goodhead’s thighs and….
Wilma let out a little involuntary moan, slid a hand into her silk blouse, and into her bra. She cupped a breast, rolling a now hard nipple between her fingers. Wilma closed her eyes and worked at her clitoris with her other hand. Her fingers sliding into her wet opening. Rubbing, caressing, teasing. It didn’t take her long. Wilma’s body began to spasm, the orgasm coursing through her body. Wilma clasped her thighs together, trapping her fingers. The orgasm swept over her and ebbed away. She slipped a wet finger from her pussy. Her thong was wet with cum. Quickly she stood and slipped it off, sliding the silk down her legs, she bent, put it in her purse, looked up and…..Goodhead was stood at the window.
Oh my God , she thought. Did she see me? Was she watching? I’m fired. Then the phone rang. I am so fucking fired. “Miss Fingerdoo,” said Goodhead’s voice. “Would you come into my office please. Now, please. Thank you.”
Wilma smoothed her skirt down and heart pounding in her chest she entered Goodhead’s office.
“Are you all right, Miss Fingerdoo?” asked Goodhead, now sat at her desk.
“I….I’m fine, Miss Goodhead,” stammered Fingerdoo. “Is there something you need?”
“Yes Miss Fingerdoo there is, something I need,” smiled Goodhead.
Ohh God, she saw me, thought Fingerdoo.
“Yes, there is actually,” smiled Goodhead, looking Fingerdoo up and down, from heels to eyes. Slowly. “But, we’ll get to that in a moment.”
Fingerdoo, could barely breathe. Goodhead stood and walked from behind the desk. She walked slowly behind Fingerdoo. Her Jimmy Choo three inch heels clicking on the marble tiled floor. She turned and stood beside Fingerdoo. Close beside her.
“Do you like working for me, Miss Fingerdoo?”
“I…yes ma’am I…”
“Call me Domina,” smiled Goodhead. “Ma’am is far too formal don’t you think?”
“I….don’t-“
“Yes, it is,” smiled Goodhead, placing a hand on Fingerdoo’s arm. “There’s no need to worry.”
“I’m not worried…I …it’s…..” Fingerdoo’s skin was electric under Goodhead’s fingers.
“Not worried? Then of course you have no reason to be. I like the way you’re fitting in around here. Very professional,” continued Goodhead. “Well…..most of the time.”
“I can explain what I was-“
“Yes. I’m sure you can,” interrupted Goodhead. “You’re trembling. If not worried…then perhaps, excited?”
“Yes ma’…..yes Miss Goodhead.”
“Domina,” smiled Goodhead, gently pushing Fingerdoo back against her desk. Goodhead ran a hand through Fingerdoo’s hair, freeing it, allowing it to fall around her neck.
“You have lovely hair,” she said softly. “Natural?”
“Yes,” replied Fingerdoo. Goodhead slid her hands down Fingerdoo’s side to her waist. “We’re you excited out there?” she whispered, hot breath in Fingerdoo’s ear as she leaned in close. “Were you, touching yourself?”
“I…..I’m sorry Miss-“
“Shhhhhs now, Miss Fingerdoo,” rasped Goodhead, leaning forward, placing her lipstick lips against Fingerdoo’s, slipping her tongue into her wet mouth. A kiss, slow, soft and sensual. Fingerdoo let out a gasp as their lips parted. Goodhead undid Fingerdoo’s blouse, pushing it open, moving her hands around her back. She unhooked Fingerdoo’s bra. Goodhead let out a little gasp of her own as Fingerdoo’s small breasts fell free as she dropped the bra onto her desk. Goodhead kissed Fingerdoo down her neck to her breasts. Wilma had no words. Her mouth suddenly dry. Breathing, shallow, heated gasps. She looked into Goodhead’s beautiful eyes and simply nodded her head. Goodhead took a breast in hand, her long nails red against the pale skin. Goodhead brushed a nipple with her lips and then sucked it into her warm mouth. Fingerdoo gasped.
“Are you all right with this, Miss Fingerdoo?”
“Yes. God yes. Miss…I mean Domina,” rasped Fingerdoo. “But I’ve never been with a woman and I-“
“Relax. I have,” smiled Domina, “I won’t hurt you. Relax. It’ll be nice.” Goodhead went back to nuzzling Fingerdoo’s breasts. Her tongue flicking at the erect nipples.
Fingerdoo’s already wet pussy felt like it was on fire, more juices dampening her inner thighs. Goodhead eased Fingerdoo onto the edge of her desk and knelt between her legs. She ran a finger lightly over Fingerdoo’s soft red down, then eased apart her secretary’s legs and went to work with her fingers and tongue.
Goodhead rubbed gently at Fingerdoo’s clit, then explored the wet folds of her labia with her warm tongue.
“So wet,” whispered Goodhead, lapping at Fingerdoo’s pussy. “Aren’t you the naughty girl? You're so wet.”
Fingerdoo put her legs over Goodhead’s shoulders as her boss explored her inner folds with her tongue. She relaxed and spread her legs wide, letting her boss have full access to her pussy. She cooed and gasped as Goodhead moved her hot tongue over her now, creamy, wet slit, and then, she pulled at Goodhead’s hair as she slipped her tongue deep inside and started to tongue fuck her.
In and out went Goodhead’s tongue. At the same time Goodhead rubbed at her own wet pussy. Goodhead withdrew her tongue from the deep inner folds and spread Fingerdoo’s lips with her painted nails. She took her secretary’s clit into her lips. She worked Fingerdoo’s pussy whilst flicking at her clitoris with her tongue. Fingerdoo writhed on her bosses desk.
“Suck my clit….lick it…lick my clit,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Oh please Domina…lick my clit.”
Goodhead responded, her head bobbing up and down between Fingerdoo’s hot legs. She took her clit and sucked on it, running her mouth over her hot folds.
“Oh yes…yes…yes,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Suck my clit. Suck it, please. Make me cum Domina. Please make me cum.” Domina reached her arms up and her fingers danced over Fingerdoo’s hard nipples.
“I’m cumming,” gasped Fingerdoo. “Domina, I’m cumming! Domina worked her lips and tongue harder and then with a final flick of her tongue…..Fingerdoo came. A hard orgasm that shook her legs, rippling through her body in waves of pleasure. Fingerdoo exploded, her juices covering Goodhead’s lips as her body shook and shuddered.
“So, how was you’re first time with a woman?” asked Goodhead, sliding from between Fingerdoo’s legs.
“Beautiful,” rasped Fingerdoo leaning forward, kissing Goodhead, tasting her own self on the beautiful woman’s lips. “Beautiful.”
Bumfelt straightened his pants. Fuck. Fingerdoo’s seduction story had given him a raging hard-on. He held a file over his crotch to hide it from the suspect.
"Fuck me," he whispered under his breath.
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