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A few days later, when Laura had come to work very early-about seven o'clock to get a project with a heavy deadline out of the way, she ran into Tamara Taylor, also there very early. There was no one else around but the nighttime security guards, yawning, getting ready to call it quits. Tamara, of course, was stunning as usual with her exquisitely beautiful face and her perfectly-proportioned figure.
Laura, unable not to look at her, found herself wondering if Rhonda had made any progress. She doubted it since Tamara seemed both gorgeous and a little cold, as well as very impressed by her own appeal to men. Suddenly, the girl walked right up to her as Laura was entering her own office, stopping Laura at the door.
"Can I speak to you for a moment?" she asked, almost aggressively.
Laura was so excited by the prospect that she almost blushed. Maybe she likes me? she wondered. God, what good luck!
She smiled. "Of course."
Tamara's beautiful face suddenly got very hostile and sharp. "Would you please stop staring at me? Every time I see you, you're staring at me! What's the matter, don't you like black people or something?"
Now Laura did blush for real. A fierce hot blush. Oh god! she thought.
She gulped and tried to speak. "No... oh, of course not. I'm so sorry." Her face, she knew, was beet red. She wished it would stop so she didn't look so guilty. The only thing to do was confess. "I... guess I did stare at you a little. It's not like you think. I just... couldn't get over how beautiful you are. I was... so envious."
"Oh right. Someone who looks like you, like a supermodel, is envious of me."
"It's the truth," Laura protested. "I'm... very sorry it offended you. I'll try not to do it again."
Tamara did not seem easily mollified. She was still half-rigid with anger. Does she feel the sexual part of it? Laura wondered. The fact that I want her? Maybe that threatens her somehow.
"Thank you," Tamara said curtly. "I hope you don't."
Laura had a pained expression on her face, she knew. Can't we be friends? she wanted to appeal to the ravishing girl. Do you have to hate me so? Rhonda wants to fuck you too. I can see it in her eyes. Why don't you get this angry at her?
But of course Laura had no idea what Tamara thought of Rhonda, and could not bring it up. She couldn't even watch the delicious girl as Tamara walked off, so frightened was she of being caught staring again. All in all, this confrontation ruined her day. She felt guilty and dirty for yielding so obviously to her lust. God, I must've been undressing her with my eyes or something to make her that mad! she thought.
She was still feeling badly about it when Deshona arrived at mid-morning to continue working together on their project. Because of the distance between her house and Laura's apartment, they didn't see each other every day. And so, two or three times a week they could barely keep their hands off each other, even when their minds were supposed to be on business.
They worked in Laura's office with the door half-closed, both eager to get through the two hours before lunch, when they would go to Laura's apartment and fuck frantically for an hour. But Deshona could see something was wrong, and Laura hated being so transparent.
"Are you okay?" Deshona asked, touching her arm tenderly, her dark eyes full of sweet concern.
"Oh... I guess so," Laura said, wearily, thinking of the shame she had felt after being accused of-what? lechery? racism?-by Tamara. "I had a little run-in with another person this morning. Very unpleasant."
Deshona, quick to be jealous, as usual, bristled. "One of your ex-girlfriends?"
"Oh no, don't be silly," Laura scoffed, glad she could be sincere for once.
Deshona smiled again. "I can't wait for noon to get here. I can soothe your nerves, I bet."
"I'll bet you can too." Laura looked at her watch. "Let's go now. It's eleven-thirty. Most people around here don't wait until noon to go to lunch."
"My knees are shaking," Deshona giggled sexily as she stood up from her chair.
Laura caught her before she fell. The whiff of her expensive perfume nearly made Laura faint with love. How could I want Tamara when I have this incredible woman? she asked herself.
When they got to her apartment, she wanted to fall on Deshona in a hot, ravening fit of lust, as she had sometimes done with Yvette, Sholandra, or Randi, the two of them falling to the floor and fucking like wild animals right by the door. She wanted Deshona that bad. But Deshona was refined and classy, also romantic, and Laura was afraid to reveal this raw, sexually predatory side of herself.
They did, however, kiss with great tenderness and growing passion, after Laura locked the door. Then hand in hand they walked to Laura's bedroom. Laura was proud of herself for being so restrained. Maybe it was that frantic fucking with Chanitra and Yvette at Rhonda's party that made me want to do it with her too, she thought.
Deshona had no children or husband and had a high-paying job, and so she spent a lot on clothes. Her underwear in particular captivated Laura, and seeing this, she had taken to buying it with Laura in mind, so that each time they undressed together, Laura was aroused more than ever by underwear even more alluring than her own.
Today Deshona wore panties and bra that matched. Both were made of an expensive, diaphanous, dusty rose lace. The panties were cut deliciously high on the sides, and the bra cups, triangles barely containing her very round breasts, were thin and gauzy enough to clearly reveal the large, dark circles of her areolas and the jutting center bullets of her thick nipples.
"God, what underwear you have," Laura said, staring. "Did you buy these just for me so I would die to fuck you?"
"Oh," Deshona grinned coquettishly. "It crossed my mind."
Laura took a long, detailed look, enjoying every second. This was a magnificent woman with a terrific body and an exciting temperament that ticktocked between aloof frigidity and crackling fire, a combination that continued to fascinate and attract Laura. Even though Deshona was sweet, vulnerable, and lonely, she also verged at times on a fierce, icy remoteness and contempt that aroused Laura's lust just as much as her vulnerability did.
"Can I take them off?" Laura whispered, unable to keep her eyes from roving Deshona's half-naked body.
"It would be my pleasure."
Laura started by actually not taking them off. Instead, with infinite patience she kissed and caressed with her fingertips Deshona's upper body, skirting the flimsy bra straps and triangles. She kissed the smooth, rich-chocolate skin of her chest, her shoulders, her throat, then dipped her lips between the firm balls of Deshona's barely-covered breasts, so large for such a petite woman. Deshona began to pant a little with excitement.
Laura kissed the exposed sides of each breast, then removed her mouth from Deshona's cleavage and explored with her lips the outer edges of each firm globe, then the bulging undersides. Still, the flimsy, lacy bra remained in place. But Deshona was panting more heavily.
Finally, with both hands Laura peeled up one lace triangle, exposing one beautiful breast. She ran the tip of her tongue in circles around Deshona's wide areola until little bumps appeared and the center nub stiffened and pointed. Then she closed her lips over it and sucked the entire tender bud deep into her mouth.
"Ohhhnnn!" Deshona moaned softly, watching everything as Laura squeezed and sucked her breast passionately. "God... I never really enjoyed having my nipples sucked that much... until you began doing it. Unhhh!"
Now Laura pulled up the other lace triangle and did the same thing, at the same slow, thorough pace, to Deshona's other breast and nipple. The lacy bra was still fastened in the back, but the skimpy little triangles that lay useless and crumpled on the upper slopes of Deshona's delectable naked breasts somehow made the act of sucking and kneading them even more alluring and erotic to Laura.
"Mmmm, they don't know how to do it," Laura murmured, busily doing it herself, sucking Deshona's wet, erect nipples more and more ardently.
"You sure know how to do it," Deshona panted. "Honey, I'm almost coming already."
Laura smiled up at her, cradling both scrumptious breasts in her palms, their black, stiff nipples shiny with her own warm spittle. "I have other plans for you," she said. "You can't come until I say so."
Deshona grinned. "I had a fantasy... while we were apart. It was so exciting, I want to do it."
Laura, still holding Deshona's breasts in both hands, rubbed her thumbs over the girl's wet, hard nipples, wanting to suck them again, harder. "Tell me about it."
Deshona's eyes grew slightly glassy and rapt as she recalled it for Laura. "I know how you like my boobs," she said softly, half-mesmerized by sex.
"I sure do," Laura agreed, dropping her mouth to them again.
"I was fucking you with one of them," Deshona confessed her fantasy. "With my boob. Rubbing your pussy with my nipple."
Both of them responded to this in the same way. Their eyes widened, and their breath quickened noticeably. Oh god! Laura thought, feeling the wetness in her crotch become a mini-flood. She kissed Deshona hungrily, nearly raping her throat with her tongue.
"I'm dying to feel it," she breathed into Deshona's ear. "Do it to me now."
Trembling with sexual excitement, they stretched out together on Laura's bed. Deshona still had her lacy, dusty rose panties on, but otherwise they were naked, embracing, kissing romantically, achingly, making love with skill and patience. Slowly, Deshona kissed her way down Laura's naked body, taking her time, lingering at Laura's breasts to tease and suck Laura's nipples and dangle her own breasts over Laura's, brushing her own hard, black nipples against Laura's damp, erect buds.
God, I'm going to die of anticipation! Laura realized, feeling her body undulate out of control. Watching Deshona's magnificent, firm, round globes sweeping across her own small, perfect breasts, and feeling her nipples tingle each time Deshona's touched hers, made her quiver with sweet, unbearable lust.
Her dark eyes veiled, lids heavy with sexual promise, Deshona descended lower, kissing Laura's smooth, creamy lower belly, then the inner sides of both thighs. Laura had not been sexually tormented this way for a long time, and never by Deshona, who was showing a kind of skill she had never revealed before.
"I love your pretty pink pussy," she heard Deshona's low, throaty voice murmur. "Laura, I've never seen you this wet."
"Oh god!" Laura moaned. "I know! Oh god... it's so exciting. Let me put a pillow behind my head so I can watch."
Together they positioned a pillow in place, and Laura lifted her head to watch as Deshona scooted up between her splayed thighs in order to get her breasts as close as possible to Laura's exposed, inflamed, throbbing pussy. Then she took one of her breasts in her hand and, glancing up with a smoldering look deep into Laura's eyes, she moved closer so that her large, stiff nipple pushed directly into the wet, open lips of Laura's cunt.
It was as if Laura's cuntlips, instead of her mouth, had closed over Deshona's nipple. Both of them were electrified by the sensations, and their soft mewling and whimpering filled the room. Laura bit her lower lip as she saw and felt Deshona begin to move the hard round globe of her breast up and down in the wet furrow of her pussy. The thick rubbery bullet of Deshona's erect nipple slid up to Laura's clit, and when the two touched, Laura gasped aloud.
"Unh! Oh!"
"Ohhh... it's so good," Deshona cooed softly, rubbing her wet nipple up and down over Laura's tingling clit.
Laura knew she wouldn't be able to take much of this without spilling over. Her whole body throbbed with pulsing, warm sexual currents, and she threw her head back, arching her back and thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy hard against Deshona's breast. Deshona could see how aroused Laura was, and increased the intensity by periodically leaning down, removing her breast from Laura's pussy and slurping and sucking it in a heated frenzy, then leaning back up and pushing her nipple against Laura's clit again, rubbing it hard, making Laura's body quickly seize up with sexual tension.
"Unhh! Oh! Unmgghh! Oh shit!" Laura gasped. "Oh god, baby, I'm going to come. Fuck me with it... fuck me with it! Yes!"
"Already?" Deshona panted, looking down at her wet nipple in the juicy trench of Laura's pussy.
"Oh god... yes!" Laura gasped, trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sweet sensations that the thick, hard bud of Deshona's erect nipple caused in her aching clit.
"Mmmm... but I don't want you to come yet, Laura darling," Deshona purred, enjoying the desperate lust she was arousing. "I want to fuck your pretty pink pussy with my other boob too."
"Ohhh... yessss!" Laura breathed, undulating helplessly as Deshona maneuvered her body to make the switch.
It was one of the most exciting moments of Laura's life. She couldn't get enough of the sight of Deshona's erect black nipple, shiny with her own cunt juices, rubbing up and down against the distended, flaring, fleshy marble of her own engorged clit, or the warm, blossoming sensations of an imminent, all-engulfing orgasm that were beginning to spread through her writhing body. Now Deshona pushed her other breast into Laura's pussy, and Laura, throwing back her head, nearly swooned, groaning softly and melting with love.
Her eyes opened to find Deshona staring deeply, hotly into them as she brought Laura up and up to the inevitable finish. "Now? Are you going to come now, Laura?"
"Oh yes!"
Deshona could see from the look in her eyes that she was telling the truth. She took her firm, round breast in both hands and began rubbing her hard nipple roughly against Laura's clit, sending Laura into a rapid meltdown.
"Unghh! Oh! Auunngghhhh!" Laura cried out, suddenly feeling the hot cloud of unbelievably sweet coming burst inside her body, filling her veins with quicksilver fuck-fire. "Oh god... oh god! Auungghhh!"
For some reason, the quality of her orgasm differed from others. It was more like the ones she had when they were pussy-to-pussy fucking, a slow, intensely throbbing expansion of almost excruciating spasms that spread like flowing lava through her flesh. Deshona did not try to cut it short, but in the middle of Laura's climax she could not resist sliding down again to lick Laura's flowing, spasming pussy until the final twitches and aftershocks waned.
Laura was wasted, panting and slack and devastated by the beauty of it. Deshona now slid back up her body to kiss her. Laura's eyes glistened. Fucking with Deshona was an emotionally moving event for her anyway, and had been one from the start. But this was the most emotionally intense moment they had shared.
"Nobody ever did that to me before," Laura said, her voice exuding gratitude and awe.
Deshona kissed her nose. "First time for me too. But I thought we both might like it."
Laura squeezed her hard and giggled. "Like it?" She realized that Deshona was still very taut with unreleased sexual tension. "I'm going to give you something in return."
Deshona smiled, shyly. "Now you have discovered my true motives."
"Turn over, I'm going to give you a back-rub."
Deshona pouted playfully. "That's all?"
"No, that's not all," Laura shook her head. "The rest is a surprise."
Obediently, Deshona lay on her stomach. Surreptitiously, Laura reached under the bed and fished with her hand for the long double-dildo, her 'dick, ' the one that Charise, her darling Inky, loved to tease her about (and also, it turned out, loved to be fucked with). She quickly found it and brought it up to the bed, laying it next to her leg.
Then she straddled the backs of Deshona's delicious thighs, gazing with rapt, renewed lust at the girl's small but beautiful upcurving ass and her miraculously shaped back. The color of rich, dark-brown molasses, it was phenomenally smooth and sleekly muscled with a subtle, long depression in the middle, very shallow at the top between two sculptured, wing-shaped shoulderblades, then deepening as it descended into soft, contoured cambers approaching the upslope of her perfect, round moons. It was a peerless back, and Laura had been wildly in love with it from the start.
She began to caress and massage it gently, spreading the frizzy curls and billows of Deshona's hair aside and kissing the nape of her neck very sensually. "I love your gorgeous back," she murmured, dropping her lips to the shallow indentation below one slightly-protruding shoulderblade.
"Mmmm," Deshona smiled dreamily. "You and my ex-husband. He used to... you know, fuck me this way. From behind. He loved to rub my back and fuck me. And I did too. I don't know why, but I always come fast and hard that way."
"Ooohh, just what I love to here," Laura breathed into her marvelous dark brown ear, following her warm breath with her tongue.
She was a little surprised to hear Deshona reminisce about her ex-husband so fondly since usually she only mentioned him in withering contempt. It was obviously a good memory, the times he had fucked her this way. Laura was slightly taken aback by the challenge. I have to make it better, she realized. I have to make her come faster and harder.
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