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Because she was feeling like a bad girl, for Catherine Wilde it was Randi from the escort service on Friday. Catherine had called in sick, Marta had plum worn her out. Besides, if she stayed in all day, she wouldn't see anyone, which meant she actually might have a chance at getting some rest. It hadn't worked out that way. She'd woken at her regular time and couldn't fall back asleep. By 3:30p, the time she normally would have left school, she was crawling up the walls.
She'd been wanting to try a call girl for a while. It would be expensive, sure, but she'd always been good with her money. The service she was trying had a reputation for being discreet, and once she made sure they understood she wanted a woman, there was only one thing left to square away.
"Type?" the woman on the other end of the line asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Blond, brunette, full-figured? What type of woman are you looking for?"
Catherine thought it over. It was a big decision, "Professional. I want someone who looks like she just came from the office."
"Very good. You can expect Randi at 9p."
Einstein said that time moves more slowly the faster one moves. Catherine felt like she was traveling at Warp 10 because her clock seemed not to move at all. At 9p, however, she was pleased to see the waiting had been worthwhile. Randi was tall and willowy with feminine, graceful curves. Her blond hair was in loose ringlets and pulled back gently. She wore black, plastic frame eyeglasses, which matched her expertly tailerd black business suit. Her dark blue business shirt was unbuttoned by one extra button, revealing a mouthwatering glimpse of her goldilocks breasts; not too big, not too small, just right. She wore a pearl necklace and carried a black briefcase.
"How do you do," Randi stuck out her hand. She had a "just came from High Tea with the Queen" British accent that made Catherine even wetter.
"Hello," Catherine shook the offered hand. "Won't you come in?"
"Thank you," Randi stepped through the door, reached into the briefcase and pulled out a three ring binder. "R&D finally finished their analysis. I know you've been waiting for it so I brought it over myself."
"OH! Role playing!" Catherine thought to herself. "This is going to be fun."
"Yes, I have. That was very thoughtful of you," Catherine took the binder, allowing her hand to brush against Randi's as she did. "Would you mind sticking around while I look it over?"
"Of course not."
"Thanks you. Make yourself comfortable in the living room. Can I get you a drink?"
"A white wine, if you please."
Catherine poured the drink and made sure to long hard and long into Randi's eyes as she handed it over. Taking a seat on the couch across the room from the blond, Catherine began flipping through the pages of the "report". It consisted entirely of black and white photos of two women making love. Catherine had no idea who the first woman was, though she was gorgeous. The other woman, however, was definitely Randi.
"This is excellent work," Catherine said. "Exactly what I was looking for."
"Thank you, ma'am."
Catherine stood up, tossing the report onto the couch, "I think I see a substantial bonus in your future."
"Again, thank you, ma'am."
Crossing the room, Catherine climbed onto the chair Randi was sitting in, straddling the English woman's lap, "And be sure to pass my thanks on to your entire team."
Taking Randi's head in her hands, Catherine brought their lips together for a kiss. Randi's hands cupped Catherine's ass, supporting her as she knelt over the blond.
"With all due respect, ma'am," Randi said evenly, "I don't think this bonus reflects my contribution to this project."
"Your bonus structure is very competitive with industry standards, and is certainly commensurate with others given in the organization," Catherine replied.
"I'm quite sure," Randi countered as she unbuckled Catherine's belt and unclasped her pants. "But if you'd allow me to make my case, I'm sure you'll agree I'm one of your top performers and should be rewarded accordingly."
Catherine stepped off the chair and removed her blouse, "Well, I consider myself to be a fair person. I'm willing to listen to your counter-offer."
Randi stood, stripping off her jacket as she rose. Slowly she unbuttoned her shirt and, with a roll of her shoulders, allowed it to fall away. With a deft motion, the slack dropped to the floor. Next came the bra and panties, and Randi stood naked before Catherine. Her flawless breasts were upswept, the nipples already hard and erect. A small tuft of downy hair lay above the moist and puffy vaginal lips. Randi was a natural blond.
Catherine drank in the sight before her, "I must say your passion is very compelling, but you'll understand if I need more convincing."
"Of course, ma'am," Randi smiled. "I see your reputation for being a cunning negotiator is well deserved. But I think you'll agree I am up to the task."
Randi dropped to her knees to remove Catherine's pants. She could tell immediately the blond knew what she was doing by resisting the temptation to work fast and hard. Jean, Jill, Marta... Catherine had broken in a lot of newbies lately and, sometimes, it was nice to just relax and let someone else do all the thinking. Randi nibbled, sucked, stroked, kissed as Catherine rolled her hips to the tempo her "employee" set. Catherine wanted to holler, scream out that Randi was hitting all the rights spots just right. But she held back, enjoying the feeling of keeping it in. And she was a competitive woman by nature; she wanted Randi to break character first.
Catherine grunted as her orgasm struck, not a huge one, but strong enough to leave her feeling weak in the knees. She put a hand on the top of Randi's head, using it to prop herself up. Once she'd recovered, she pulled Randi up for a long, consuming kiss.
"You make an excellent argument," Catherine panted. "I think one of the conference rooms is available. Why don't we go in there and talk about this some more?"
"Thank you, ma'am," Randi licked her lips, then picked up her brief case. "That's very generous of you."
Catherine took Randi by her free hand and led her to the bedroom. Once there, Catherine set herself on the bed. Spreading her legs a bit, taking care not to overdue it because lewdness wasn't in character, she purred, "So Randi, what do you think would be a bonus more appropriate with your obvious talents?"
Reaching into her case, Randi pulled out a double headed dildo, "I think something like this would fit nicely in our business model."
"Perhaps," Catherine enthused. "Could you thumbnail for me how all of this would benefit your customers?"
Randi moved onto the bed, "I'd be delighted to."
Catherine gasped loudly as Randi slipped the dildo into her. Though massive, it was also incredibly flexible and gave easily as the blond inserted the opposite end into her own sopping pussy. Both women sighed when their boxes touched, Catherine flat on her back, Randi on her side. Neither moved initially as they acclimated themselves to the girth of the object filling them both. Then, with a squeeze of her stomach muscles and a flick of her hips, Catherine pushed. A quiet squeak escaped Randi's lips, then after a moment, she pushed back, sending a charge through Catherine's loins. Taking her breasts in her hands, Catherine fired back, Randi returned it and in short order, the two had set a steadily increasing pace that, with each thrust, sent the majority of the plastic dong driving into the innards of the other woman. Lifting her head, Catherine watched with fascination as the English woman's abs did their work, clenching then releasing, her diamond bellybutton ring roiling across her stomach.
Randi was in trouble. With each thrust, she lost a little more of her professional reserve and with each thrust, she found herself caring less. She'd fucked women before, done a little roleplaying, even had a small little cum here and there. All of this should have been old hat to her. She'd never lost control or let her passion mingle with her work... ever. But this woman was a fuck like she'd never had before. It was like she'd mis-stepped on a sheet of ice and was about to go tumbling down. It was incredible. For the first time in her professional life, she wanted to cum, cum like she'd never cum before, and she wanted this bird to cum with her. For the first time in her professional life she was fucking back and she meant it. Just as this realization, and all its implications, hit her, a new sensation exploaded from between her legs.
Catherine had sat up and reached down to pinch Randi's clit between her index finger and thumb, all the while somehow maintaining her powerful hip strokes. Her mouth agape, giving forth a strangled cry, Randi's motions kicked into overdrive.
"Is this... more like... what you... wanted," Catherine rasped with each thrust.
"Yes!" Randi pinched and twisted her nipples.
"Then... we have... a deal?"
"What?"
Catherine looked directly at the wide eyed Brit, "I can't... FUCK... my budget... just... for... your... bonus."
A surge of panic washed over Randi. This wasn't a game to her anymore, "NO! Keep fucking me!"
"Randi?"
The blond was trembling. As Catherine drove into her she chanted, "Please... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!"
Catherine smiled victoriously. Randi was thrashing on the bed, her fists pounding the mattress, trying to force her orgasm out. Catherine kept fucking her, ""Oh... Oh... OH... Yes... that's... IT! DON'T STOP! I... CAN'T... BELIEVE... OH!... I'MMMM... CUH... CUHHHH!"
Randi's body twisted with such force the dildo popped out of her. Even before the aftereffects of her orgasm subsided, she'd decided on something she'd never done before on a job; she was going to let her needs dictate her actions. She wanted to get her mouth back on this incredible woman's pussy, and she needed Catherine's mouth on hers.
She pulled the dildo out of Catherine and, on unsteady limbs, crawled atop her. Everything about Catherine seemed to highten Randi's senses; the feel of her tits pressed against her belly, the smell of her pussy. Randi dipped her head and licked. Catherine's flavor was like nothing she'd ever tasted before.
Catherine shuddered with pleasure as Randi brought her A-game into play. She was a fast worker, hitting all of Catherine's happy places early and often. Licking, sucking, kissing, biting, probing, thrusting, Randi's tongue, lips and fingers moved rapidly across Catherine's clit, lips, upper thighs and the sensitive strip of flesh between her vagina and anus. Catherine wrapped her legs across Randi's shoulder blades, forcing the blond even deeper into her delta. She tried to call out, to tell Randi to keep doing what she was doing, but her mouth was so full of the Brit's pussy the sounds came out as muffled grunts. The vibrations of from Catherine's calls played across Randi's clit, spurring her on like a call to action. Catherine finally came again, hard, her lips sucking on Randi's clit like a straw, her juices splashing across Randi's face for a second time.
As soon as she felt Catherine's release, Randi reared up, grinding her pussy into Catherine's face as hard as she dared. Reaching down to massage Catherine's full, firm breasts, Randi was determined to talk her newest lover through her next orgasm. She'd already cum once harder than she'd ever thought possible... she had to feel it again.
"Oh Lord... ohmygod! Please," Randi begged. Catherine couldn't help but laugh as she worked. Randi's accent had slipped considerably; she sounded now a lot more Birmingham than Buckingham Palace. It still made Catherine all wet. "Oh, my. Oh, my. I need to... Ohhh... Mmmmmmm. Yesssss. OH. YESSSSS. Fuck it, Fuck it."
Randi spun like a top as her next orgasm struck. She collapsed atop Catherine, their arms and legs entwined as they kissed and Randi shuddered against the redhead's body. Catherine had no idea how long they lay there before Randi looked up at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Drat, is that really the time?"
"Yes, what's wrong."
"I was supposed to have called the service 30 minutes ago," Randi reached across Catherine's body towards the phone on the table. "Can I make a call?"
"Absolutely," Catherine said. Randi dialed.
"Yes, it's me. I know I'm late... yes I know it's never happened before so you bloody well don't need to give me a hassle about it... Oh, God!" Randi gasped as Catherine inserted a finger into the blond's ass. "Never you mind about that, just send the car. 30 minutes, okay. Good bye."
"Do you really have to go?" Catherine asked.
"I don't want to, but yes, I do," Randi whimpered. "If you keep doing that, you'll get me off again."
Catherine kept doing it, and Randi came again, quickly. Afterwards the two walked back to the living room and Catherine helped Randi dress, with much kissing, touching and licking accompanying each garment as it was replaced. After 30 minutes, a car horn called from the street. Catherine walked Randi to the front door.
"That, without a doubt, was the best shagging of my life," the disheveled call girl panted. She stopped by the table near the front door, took a piece of paper from her purse and scribbled quickly on it. She handed Catherine the sheet, then kissed her deeply, fingering the Italian Teacher's still soaking quim.
"My real name is Beth, by the way, and my home number is on that," Randi/Beth explained. "If you EVER want to do all that again, give me a call."
"I think I'm going to take you up on that."
Beth slowly licked her fingers clean, staring Catherine in the eye as she did so. Catherine was still aquiver with lust as Beth walked out the door and practically skipped to the waiting limo.
For Catherine Wilde, on Saturday it was Jesse, who she'd picked up at the coffee shop around the corner from where she lived. Despite the recent demands of her libido, Catherine hadn't completely forsaken her previous life. Saturday had been spent grading tests and papers she'd fallen badly behind on. By 3:30p, after almost 7 hours of work, she'd decided she'd earned a break.
Catherine was a regular at the coffee shop, so of course she'd already noticed Jesse, though Jesse was hard to miss. The 20 year old waitress was tall and solidly, though still femininely, built with short, dirty blond hair, big, wideset eyes and full lips. Her shoulders were broad, tapering to a thin waist then gracefully flaring out to her hips before flowing to her long, muscular legs. The tight, v cut, black top and stretch pants displayed Jesse's attributes to their finest, including the feature that was particularly catching Catherine's eye; the fullest, proudest pair of breasts she'd ever seen. Her eyes followed the waitress around the café and everytime the woman bent over, to serve coffee, pick up money, clean a table, whatever, Catherine was treated to a view that was like artwork. She couldn't help but wonder if those were real, then decided she was just going to have to find out.
Jesse liked Catherine. The redhead was polite, didn't make a lot of demands and tipped well. The older woman hadn't been in too much lately, and it was a slow night, so she made sure to swing by Catherine's table a little more often than necessary, just to chat. As they talked, Jesse had revealed she hadn't gone to college yet, she was taking a couple years off to save money for tuition, but when she did go she wanted to major in education. Catherine mentioned she was a teacher, in fact she was catching up on her grading that very day and still had a lot of work to finish, and if she was interested, maybe Jesse would like to drop by later to see how it was all done. Jesse was interested, and her shift ended at 5:30p. Catherine wrote her address on a napkin, finished her coffee and went home to wait.
Once Jesse arrived, things went smoothly, as Catherine somehow knew they would. A double entendre here, a lingering touch, a breast pressed against the waitress there was little more than it took. 90 minutes after her arrival, Jesse was in the bedroom, pressed against a wall by Catherine as they frenched.
"We have to stop," Jesse broke the kiss and moaned when Catherine's hand cupped, then slowly rubbed her pussy through the thin, black stretch pants.
"No, we don't," Catherine whispered forcefully. Jesse may have been protesting, but that hadn't stopped her from taking Catherine's ass in her hands.
"I've never done this before."
"I'll take good care of you."
"But I'm not into women. I like cock..."
Catherine cut her off with another deep kiss, "I can help you with that."
Catherine spun Jesse around, then pushed her to the bed. The waitress sprawled across the covers and realized this was her chance to run, to get away. But she didn't. She lay there, captivated, as Catherine slow began unbuttoning her shirt. Their eyes locked, and Catherine maintained they contact as she sensuously slipped the shirt off her shoulders. Without her realizing it, Jesse's right hand slipped beneath her panties, her fingers strumming her clit in time with Catherine's movements. Her breasts felt tight; she looked down to see her nipples trying to push their way through her bra and top. Automatically she began massaging them, then gasped when she discovered it felt so good.
Jesse gasped when Catherine unhooked her bra. She was used to having the best tits in the room, but Catherine's were nothing to be ashamed of. Catherine placed her hands on her shoulders, then ran them slowly down her front. She stopped to tweak her rock hard nipples and smile impishly, as if to say "Look at what you've done to me... I like it!" The hands continued slowly down her sides, meeting at the button for her shorts. This was quickly undone, then the zipper pulled down, then the shorts and panties pushed down. She stopped just before the top of her slit became visible.
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