Annette Fits In

Annette snapped out of her transfixed state, galvanized not only by the cracking note of authority in her boss's voice, but also by the rising flood of her own lesbian lust, all the more a raging torrent for having been dammed up for so long. At once, acting on the earlier advice of the hot new girlfriend whom she had apparently just acquired, to "go for it", Annette fell onto her knees and crawled forward on all fours like an eager puppy under Ms. Laurel's desk. She homed in on the sweet scent and vivid sight of her boss's naked pussy like a missile headed to its target.

"Oh! Oooh, yes, oh! Ms. Laurel – please, yes, me – yes, yes! I do! I wanna so much to ... oh, God, you're so hot; your pussy is so fucking hot!" gasped Annette, her syntax near to incoherence, but her meaning crystal clear.

Reaching her goal in an instant, the young woman gripped one of Ms. Laurel's thighs in each hand, and her rambling words were cut off in mid-flow as she plunged her mouth down onto her boss's cunt. Annette began to vigorously lick and lap at the widening gash, squirming her tongue in as deep as it would go, and then surging and slurping up and down the deep wet pink chasm.

Ms. Laurel gave a satisfied moan and leaned back in her desk chair, pushing her pussy further forwards into Annette's face. The manager pulled the cups of her black lace and red satin bra violently downwards, so that her firm breasts spilled out, and then she seized her own nipples and savagely squeezed them. As Annette's questing tongue found its target of Ms. Laurel's clitoris, the older woman gasped with pleasure. She grasped the back of Annette's head with one hand, and ground the willing trainee's nose and teeth into her spacious cunt. Annette braced herself against Ms. Laurel's widespread thighs, snatched a quick breath, and then curled her tongue for added rigidity and speared it into her boss's vaginal hole. To her satisfaction, she heard Ms. Laurel take a sharp intake of breath, and felt a rippling shudder run through the woman's pelvis.

The manager began to shift and squirm on her chair, her head lolling backwards and her eyes glassily half-closed, as she savored every second of her heightening arousal. She began to give soft gasps and whimpers, intermingled with instructions to Annette to suck harder, go deeper – even to bite her, yes, to bite her clit! Well, Annette was always a willing worker, and she did not hesitate to follow her boss's orders. She found the older woman's engorged and surprisingly prominent clitoris, sucked the nub between her lips, and then closed her front teeth to press against it. She did not exactly quite bite it; but applied a pressure sharp enough to mix an acid undercurrent of pain with the burgeoning erogenous pleasure.

The outcome was convulsive. Ms. Laurel's hands left her breast and Annette's head to clutch at the edge of her desk with a vice-like grip, as intense orgasmic convulsions exploded in her pelvic region and surged volcanically through her nervous system. The mature manager gave vent to an ululating wail as she came, as a dousing of watery cum-juice splattered Annette's nose, cheeks and chin.

'Well," said Ms. Laurel, once her panting breaths had slowed enough to make speaking possible, "well ... well done, Annette that was good, very good. On that performance, I feel sure that you will be offered a permanent position here which I very much hope that you want. Now, there is one final stage", continued the lithe and sexy manager, "as perhaps you have guessed from my phone call?"

Annette nodded again, scarcely able to conceal her amazement at such good fortune. For a girl who was attracted to powerful and experienced older women, Ms. Laurel was hot; real hot! But Ms. Leman was off the top of the temperature gauge completely!

"Oooh!" she whispered in excitement, "you mean, you really mean ... Ms. Leman checks everyone out? I mean, she really wants to fuck me? Oooh, wow! That's amazing, yeah!"

Ms. Laurel smiled with pleased delight at the new girl's sudden sapphic eagerness, and picked up the phone, jabbing the buttons for a three-figure internal extension. It was answered almost at once, and Ms. Laurel came straight to the point in bringing her lover and the company CEO up to date.

"As I thought," Ms. Laurel said with a satisfied grin, "she's a hot little lez, no question! She ate me out with no hesitation, and really well too! Maybe she's not done much fucking recently, but her instincts are right-on, which is all that matters. So, honey, you wanna come down and grab some peachy blonde ass, otherwise known as your 'confirmation review?' Hmmm? Yeah? Oh, OK, I guess if you really need to finish that off. No, it's fine, hon, I'll keep Annette busy till you can get down here and join us. Don't take too long, you'll miss too much fun; those advertising proofs don't absolutely have to be checked today, y'know? Yeah, OK, good – kisses, kisses, see ya real soon!" After putting down the handset back on its cradle, Ms. Laurel looked at Annette with amusement.

"Well, sweet thing, it seems that we need to fill in a little time. Erika's always so conscientious, when she's started a bit of work she hates to leave it unfinished. But, hey, we should complain? That's how she made this company what it is! So, to fill in time I think I'll fill you!" Ms. Laurel rose smoothly to her feet, and removed both her skirt and her top, folding them neatly over the back of her chair.

As Annette gazed in admiration at her svelte figure, she stripped her damp panties down her legs, and tossed them into the corner of the room, followed immediately by her bra. Now naked apart from her shoes (ah; those fucking hot shoes!), stockings and suspender belt, the manager strolled like a jungle cat over to the filing cabinet, opened its top drawer, and removed a plain cardboard box.

Annette gasped when Ms. Laurel opened it, and took out the unmistakable shape of a strap-on dildo harness. Looking at the young probationer as she buckled it around her waist and hips, Ms. Laurel gave a sultry smile, and murmured, "never leave home without it!"

The young blonde had not moved from where she had been kneeling to eat her boss's cunt, but now she obeyed Ms. Laurel's pointed direction, and crawled round to the open space in front of the desk, where she remained on her hands and knees, her legs spread slightly apart.

'Good girl, good girl, I see you know the drill ... so now, I drill you!' laughed the manager.

Actually, this had been Annette's favorite position during her short Sapphic education at the hands, mouth and cunt of her college roommate. She was much more of a bottom than a top, though not entirely submissive and certainly with no inclination to the S&M or bondage scenes. "OK, maybe a bit of light bondage and role-play would be fun with the right person," she thought, "someone like Ms. Laurel, for example, or, she nearly orgasmed from this further hot mental image, someone like Ms. Leman!"

Lost in that stunningly erotic fantasy, her butt naturally perked itself outwards and upwards, parting her vaginal opening, just at the right moment for Ms. Laurel to grasp her hips and thrust deeply into her. After a few deep hard penetrations from her boss's strap-on phallus, sheen of sweat arose on Annette's back and flanks, her round sexy ass was quivering, and she felt as if electric bolts were exploding in her pussy. She began to give guttural gasps, groaning in between her sharp indrawn pants of breath. Ms. Laurel was indeed drilling the novice lesbian harder and deeper than she had ever known was possible, and driving her busty young employee to paroxysms of ecstasy.

Annette had lost every inhibition and was slapping at the sandalwood floor wildly with one hand and screaming out imprecations to be fucker harder and still harder, when from the corner of her eye she saw the door open and a pair of immaculate white boots come into view. Shuddering and gasping, almost on the cusp of the biggest orgasm she had ever known, the young woman squinted upwards, as Ms. Laurel paused for a moment in the rapid staccato rhythm of her shaftings of the tasty blonde's well-lubricated pussy. Annette moaned, and immediately climaxed with convulsive force, her pelvis quivering and her hips juddering, for she had just seen a vision surely sent from heaven – and from what a perspective as well!

Ms. Leman had decided it was time to join the action, and had come prepared to do so. Gone was the classically elegant pale blue silk wrap dress that she had been seen in earlier, although she had retained the chic white plastic knee-high boots that had set it off. She was also wearing opaque white traditional stockings held up by a tiny lacy suspender belt. Annette learned later that almost all of the women in the firm favored such stockings), and her full but slightly sagging 34D cup breasts were displayed to best advantage in an under-wired three-quarter cup white silk bra. All this worked so well because Ms. Leman had a slight and sleek hint of the Latina about her: just a touch of brown to her skin tone, deep dark hazel eyes, and jet black hair which was neatly trimmed around her ears and clipped to just above her collar. The final touch, however, was the other black item in her appearance – an intimidating, huge strap-on, with a black leather harness and a long fat and ribbed plastic dildo.

With Ms. Laurel's rod still buried to its hilt in Annette's cunt, Ms. Leman knelt down and reached under Annette's chest to cup and squeeze her ample tits, murmuring her appreciation of not just their size, but their near-perfect globular roundness and their firm youthful resilience.

"Just as we thought, dear," said the company owner with a warm smile, "you will be such an asset to our little company. You've shown that you work really hard and efficiently, you have such a nice helpful manner, and you're gonna be such a cutie to fuck, with your tight round tush and these lovely ripe titties!"

As she said this, the mature CEO brushed her thumbs expertly across both of Annette's nipples, sending an explosive tingling burst radiating out from each nipple. Ms. Leman smiled with satisfaction and nodded at her deputy and long-time lover, and in perfect synchronization the company owner squeezed Annette's breasts and twisted her nipples, while the young woman's immediate manager rocked her hips backwards, withdrew the dildo almost completely, and then slammed it forwards with convulsive force.

Annette gave a cracked and hoarse scream, her head rearing backwards, as a second orgasm ripped through her. Her sweaty palms lost their purchase on the smooth wooden floor and her whole upper body flopped downwards, her tits smacking wetly on the sandalwood blocks and her ass helplessly thrust into the air. She came with such explosive intensity that she would have collapsed entirely if the two older women had not already got a firm grip on her. Annette's eyes were tightly-closed, and her nostrils flared and her half-open mouth blew bubbles of saliva as she gasped for breath, her flanks heaving and quivering! Her sweaty face bore an expression of dazed wonder and utter bliss.

The two older women exchanged glances which mingled mutual affection, amusement and accomplishment. They quite rightly took pride in the very visible evidence of their sexual capability: the well-fucked big-breasted young woman who was now sprawled submissively on the floor at their feet. Ms. Laurel slowly withdrew the dildo from Annette's pussy, making the young blonde gasp and shudder as she did so, and then moved to one side to allow the CEO to replace her.

For a moment, Ms. Leman ran her hands over Annette's hips and ass, admiring the girl's curvaceous figure and firm young flesh. Then she positioned herself in line with the base of Annette's vagina, and thrust into her with the black dildo. It was wider and longer than Ms. Laurel's, and wickedly ribbed as well. For a moment Annette wondered if she could take it. Then, for a heart-stopping second of panic, wondered if she would be fired if she failed the test. She was so aroused and her pussy already so widened and slick with her cum, that Ms. Leman's dildo slid in without too much trouble. It filled the young blonde in ways that she never thought possible, and even small movements had effects that this tightness magnified a dozen times over.

Annette emitted a series of snorts through her nose – for her mouth was clamped tight shut – in a escalating pitch, as she rose to her own crescendo. She was babbling, but so incoherently that it was only possible to make out a word or two here and there:

"... fuck ... do ... come, I'm ... ohmigod ... cum me ... yes, no ... now, fuck ... NOW! NOW!!!" With the last of these, she screamed and climaxed simultaneously, with sweat dripping from her face and her blonde hair now disheveled and tangled.

The company owner and her deputy manager were far from finished however, and in any case Annette was such a delightful morsel that they could not resist her bushy-tailed innocent charms. The two older women rolled Annette over onto her back, and stopped for a second to admire their newest employee's magnificent chest, for her bountiful breasts were thrust up into the air as prominently and firmly as they had previously dangled below her chest.

By the unspoken communication that passes between long-term lovers, each of the older women devoted herself to one of Annette's tender tits, cupping a breast around its base with their warm hands, kneading the soft flesh like bread dough, and teasing the nipple with their sharp teeth. Annette shuddered and moaned from the electrifying effects which resulted, and she arched her back and spread her hips wide open in response to the erogenous stimulus.

Ms. Leman saw this in her peripheral vision. Without taking her attention, or her mouth, away from Annette's right breast, the sexy mature woman reached downwards with her left hand and thrust two fingers into her newest employee's vagina, feeling the young woman's open wetness. Annette knew that it was the powerful and sexy owner of the shop who was probing her pussy. She shuddered and moaned with sensory overload, and her pelvis spasmed again with another flushing orgasm. To her amazement, and Ms. Leman's delight, Annette's juddering vaginal muscles squirted a steam of her cum-juices in a little fountain that sprayed for several inches out from her hole – something of which she had never imagined that she was capable.

'Well done, Annette!' breathed Ms. Leman in appreciation, "you are performing well, very well indeed! I think there can be no doubt of the positive outcome – ha, ha!, 'out-come,' oh, sorry about the pun, I couldn't resist it. Really no doubt at all ... but, just as a final formality, I always ask a girl to do something for me as confirmation ... something she is specially suited for ..." Ms. Leman then gave Annette's breast another maul, and continued: "and I know just what will do perfectly in your case, my dear; oh, yes, I do!"

With that, Ms. Leman removed her strap-on and lay down on the floor on her back and spread her legs wide apart. She instructed Annette to kneel between her thighs, and then to rub her breasts against the older woman's meaty pussy. She wanted to experience Annette pressing the soft flesh of her tits against her and thrusting her prominent nipple under Ms. Leman's clitoral hood; and on the nub of her clitoris. As Annette did this Ms. Laurel squatted over her lover's face, lowering her cunt for the avid attentions of Ms. Leman's agile tongue, and in turn reaching behind her back to haul the older woman's impressively-firm breasts out of their bra cups and give them a mauling massage.

Annette was incredibly turned on by this lesbian triangle, and used the hand which was not forcing her firm breasts into Ms. Leman's slit to finger her own clit, squeezing its nub. Whether it was the pure chance of beginner's luck or good instincts, all three women climaxed at the very same moment, their wails and cries of sexual triumph and release making a cacophonous three-part harmony. It was a good omen indeed, they all decided, as the exhausted Annette rolled sideways from the satisfied bodies of her two bosses.

Ms. Laurel rose to her feet first, looking down at their latest lesbian initiate with fondness as well as the smoldering embers of lust. She held out her hand, first assisting Annette to clamber upright and then almost to collapse back into the office chair across from the manager's desk – where all this had begun. Annette noticed from the clock on the wall that less than an hour had passed! But oh, what an hour, and ... oh! What a future now lay ahead!

The company owner came to stand behind Annette's chair, and reached down for another admiring fondle of the young woman's magnificent breasts. Annette moaned spread her legs apart again. Ms. Laurel smiled at the enticing invitation of cunt which was almost being thrust in her face With a smile she contented herself simply with dipping her index finger half an inch into Annette's slit, and running it nimbly up and down several times, causing the pretty blonde to shiver on the brink of another orgasm.

Ms. Laurel shook her head, leaned forwards and kissed Annette gently on the lips, and said, "'We have to get on our way home now. This has been lovely, just delightful, but we've got a couple of friends coming for dinner this evening."

"... and they'll be coming in the bedroom, afterwards, too," interjected Ms. Leman with a lascivious laugh.

"... just so," acknowledged her deputy, "so we need to leave now, and keep some energy for pussy-pumping later." Then she looked shrewdly at the slumped form of Annette, who was both physically exhausted and mentally exhilarated. Coming to a decision, Ms. Laurel reached for her phone; but turned to Annette one more time.

"Honey, you're in no shape to go out onto the streets on your own. I'm calling Lisa, and she'll come and fetch you in her car. I think she'd like to do that - take you back to her place and give you some tender loving care;'if you'd like that, of course."

'Oh! Yes!' responded Annette, thrilled to the core, and ready and willing to do just anything that sweet cute Lisa might want of her, absolutely anything at all; "h! Yes; please – please do!!"