Ms. Quinn’s hands left Lucy’s spent body. She guided her, a steadying arm around her waist, from the steam-softened bathroom into the cooler, dimly lit living area of the suite. The city lights glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a scattered diamond necklace.
“Here, Lucy,” Ms. Quinn said, her voice a low, satisfied hum. She settled onto the large, plush sofa, arranging herself with a casual grace that made Lucy’s stomach flutter anew. She patted the space of carpet in front of her. “Stand right there for me.”
Lucy obeyed, her legs still unsteady. The white robe hung open, barely clinging to her shoulders.
“Now, the rest,” Ms. Quinn instructed, her eyes dark and appraising. “I want to see all of you. The robe. Those practical little panties. Everything off.”
A fresh wave of heat washed over Lucy. There was no hesitation left in her, only a raw, humming need to comply. She let the robe slide from her shoulders. It puddled at her feet with a soft whisper. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her soaked cotton underwear. She pushed them down her thighs, stepping out of them, and stood naked before her boss.
The air kissed her skin, raising goosebumps. She felt utterly exposed, and yet, under Ms. Quinn’s gaze, she also felt… seen.
“Beautiful,” Ms. Quinn breathed, leaning forward. Her eyes traveled a slow, scorching path from Lucy’s face, down her throat, over her peaked nipples, across the gentle curve of her stomach. “Absolutely beautiful. And look at that.” Her gaze fixed between Lucy’s thighs. “You’re so wet, Lucy. Your needy little cunt is just glistening. Such a lovely sight.”
Lucy’s eyes were drawn downward to Ms. Quinn’s parted legs. Her delicate kimono had fallen fully open. Lucy’s mouth went dry.
Ms. Quinn’s pussy was completely bare, a smooth, perfect expanse of rich, dark skin. Not a single hair marred the plump, elegant symmetry of her lips. They looked soft, swollen, and Lucy could see the faint, enticing gleam of her own arousal there.
“You like what you see?” Ms. Quinn asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She ran a single fingertip slowly up her slit, gathering moisture. “I’ve had it lasered to keep it forever smooth. I prefer the feel. The look.”
“It’s… beautiful,” Lucy managed to whisper, the honesty torn from her.
“Good. Now, get on your knees, Lucy.”
The command was gentle, but absolute. Lucy sank to the floor, the thick carpet pressing into her shins. She was eye-level with Ms. Quinn’s spread thighs, the scent of her, so musky, sweet, and profoundly female, filling Lucy’s head.
“Closer,” Ms. Quinn murmured. She guided Lucy’s head with a hand in her hair, not pulling, just positioning. “Yes. Right there. Now… start slowly. Just your tongue. Lick me. From the bottom… all the way to the top.”
Lucy hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she leaned in. I never imagined I’d be doing this, she thought, her mind racing. Licking another woman… tasting her… The thought was both foreign and intoxicating, sending a shiver down her spine. Her pulse quickened as her lips parted, her tongue extending tentatively toward Ms. Quinn’s smooth, bare pussy.
The first touch of her tongue to Ms. Quinn’s lower lips was electrifying. So soft. So warm. The texture was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a softness and heat combined in a way that made her stomach tighten with anticipation. The taste hit her next, a complex blend of salt and sweetness that left her craving more. She inhaled deeply, the musky, intoxicating scent flooding her senses, making her want more.
I would have never imagined it would feel like this, Lucy thought, her body trembling with arousal. It’s… fucking amazing. She followed Ms. Quinn’s instruction, dragging a slow, flat stroke upward, her tongue pressing gently against the slick, swollen folds. Every movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her own body, her thighs clenching as she felt an ache building between her legs.
I can’t believe how much I like it, how much I love it, Lucy marveled silently, her thoughts a chaotic mix of shock and desire.
Ms. Quinn’s thighs tensed. A quiet sigh escaped her. “Mmm. Just like that, Lucy. Again.”
Lucy did it again, and again, each stroke making Ms. Quinn’s flesh grow slicker, hotter. Her own need was a pounding echo between her legs, but it was secondary to this, to the taste, the texture, the soft sounds coming from above.
“Now, focus on my clit,” Ms. Quinn directed, her voice gaining a breathy edge. “Lick it with the tip of your tongue. Circle it. Gently.”
Lucy’s tongue moved upward, as she directed, tracing a slow path toward the throbbing bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of Ms. Quinn’s pussy. When she found it, she paused, her breath hitching. Her clit was firm yet velvety, pulsating faintly under her touch, as if welcoming her. Lucy circled the sensitive nub with her tongue, pressing just enough to elicit another soft gasp from above.
The feeling of her tongue wrapping around Ms. Quinn’s pulsating clit was unlike anything she’d ever experienced; it felt so right. She closed her lips around her tiny bud, sucking gently as her tongue continued its slow, insistent strokes. Oh fuck, Lucy thought, her mind spinning with the realization. This feels even better than having a man in my mouth.
The thought should have shocked her, but instead, it only deepened her hunger. She loved the way Ms. Quinn’s clit pulsed between her lips, the way it responded to every flick and suck with a tightness that radiated through Lucy’s own body. Her hands gripped Ms. Quinn’s thighs for support, her nails digging into the soft, smooth skin as she lost herself in the act.
Ms. Quinn’s hips jerked slightly, a quiet moan escaping her lips. The sound sent a jolt of pride and desire through Lucy, spurring her on. She swirled her tongue faster, firmer, her breathing growing ragged as she worked to bring Ms. Quinn closer to the edge. I want to make her cum, Lucy thought fiercely, her body trembling with need. I want to taste her, feel her, know just how to make her fall apart.
The intimacy of it overwhelmed her, the way Ms. Quinn’s body opened to her, the way her scent and taste enveloped Lucy completely. It was more than just physical; it was a trust, a connection that left Lucy feeling both powerful and vulnerable. And she wanted more. No, needed more of this addictive sensation that was redefining everything she thought she knew about desire.
“Yes. Oh. Now suck it. Gently. Pull it into your fucking mouth, Lucy.”
Lucy licked her lips and closed her lips back around her distended nub, suckling softly. Ms. Quinn’s hand tightened in her hair. “Fuck, Lucy. Just like that. Now… tongue fuck me. I want to feel your tongue inside my pussy.”
Lucy obeyed, spearing her tongue past the outer lips, delving into Ms. Quinn’s hot, silken channel. She fucked her with her tongue, in and out, the taste overwhelming her senses.
“Deeper,” Ms. Quinn panted, her voice thick with need. Her fingers tightened in Lucy’s hair, guiding her closer. “Spread me open, Lucy. Use your fingers. Let me feel every stroke of that tongue.”
Lucy’s hands trembled as she obeyed, sliding her fingers up the soft, slick folds of Ms. Quinn’s pussy. She gently pried her open, revealing the glistening pink depths of her. The sight was intoxicating, and Lucy couldn’t help but marvel at how perfectly she parted for her.
“Now,” Ms. Quinn commanded, her voice a low, sultry purr, “don’t be shy. Fuck my pussy like you mean it.”
Lucy dove in, her tongue plunging deep into the tight, wet heat of Ms. Quinn’s pussy. She worked her tongue in rhythmic thrusts, savoring the way Ms. Quinn’s body responded, clenching around her with every movement. With each stroke, Ms. Quinn’s pussy seemed to grow even slicker, her creamy essence spilling out and mingling with Lucy’s probing tongue. Her arousal flooded Lucy’s mouth, driving her to push deeper, harder.
The wetness was overwhelming, each thrust of her tongue drawing out more of Ms. Quinn’s desire, dripping down Lucy’s chin, and coating her lips. Lucy could feel her hunger growing with every pulsing clench of Ms. Quinn’s pussy, every breathless moan that escaped her lips. It was as if Ms. Quinn’s body was luring her into her deepest passions, to captivate her, to devour every drop of her sweet elixir that flowed from her trembling pussy.
Lucy’s movements became more fervent, her tongue driving in with a rhythm that mirrored the urgency building between them. The sensation of Ms. Quinn’s wetness, the way it clung to her skin and filled her mouth, was maddening in its intensity. She wanted nothing more than to drown in it, to lose herself in the taste and feel of Ms. Quinn’s unbridled lust.
“Yes, just like that,” Ms. Quinn moaned, her hips rocking slightly to meet Lucy’s strokes. “Good girl. Now… lower. Tease my ass, Lucy. Get that pretty tongue of yours right on my hole.”
Ms. Quinn’s command sent a shiver through Lucy, her mind racing as she hesitated for just a moment. Her tongue hovered at the base of Ms. Quinn’s pussy, the scent and taste still thick on her lips. She felt a jolt of uncertainty, but it was quickly overshadowed by a curiosity that burned hotter than any hesitation she might once have had.
She knew this feeling, Lucy thought. She remembered those moments when men had worshiped her body, those times when they’d pressed their tongues against her ass, a place she’d never dared to explore on anyone else. She’d always enjoyed the sensation, the way it made her feel desired, vulnerable, and powerful all at once. But she’d never reciprocated. The idea had always felt too forbidden, too intimate, with those men.
Yet here she was, kneeling before Ms. Quinn, her body trembling with a need she couldn’t fully comprehend. This is different, Lucy realized as she flicked her tongue tentatively against the tight, quivering ring of muscle between Ms. Quinn’s thighs. This wasn’t obligation or curiosity; this was compulsion. For the first time in her life, she felt an overwhelming urge to explore, to give in to that forbidden intimacy with someone who had awakened desires she didn’t know she had.
Her tongue pressed more firmly now, circling her pleated spot with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Her taste was new, a sweet-savory essence that was raw, primal, and it only fueled her hunger. I need to make her feel the pleasures I felt, Lucy thought, her mind racing as she plunged her tongue into the tightness of Ms. Quinn’s ass. The sensation was electric, sending a surge of arousal through her own body. She could feel Ms. Quinn’s muscles clench around her tongue, a quiet moan escaping from her lips.
I never thought I’d do this, Lucy admitted silently, her thoughts a chaotic mix of shock and arousal. But now, I can’t imagine stopping. She pressed deeper, her tongue working with a fervor she hadn’t expected, driven by a need to please, to taste, to feel every inch of Ms. Quinn’s body surrendered to her. The act felt surprisingly natural, as if her body had been waiting for this moment all along.
“Yes,” Ms. Quinn breathed above her, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Just like that, Lucy. Don’t you fucking stop. Fuck it like a good girl.”
Lucy redoubled her efforts, her earlier hesitation replaced by a determination to push Ms. Quinn over the edge. She licked and teased, her tongue exploring with a confidence that surprised even her. I’m doing this, she thought, a wild thrill coursing through her. And I love it, God, I fucking love it.
Ms. Quinn cried out again, a sharp, beautiful sound. “Yes! Just like that. Fuck it.”
Ms. Quinn was grinding against her face now, losing her composure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop. Lick my pussy and my ass together. Oh god!”
Lucy moved her tongue rapidly between the two points, worshiping both with desperate, hungry strokes. The sounds were obscene, wet, and sloppy. She was drowning in Ms. Quinn.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over your fucking face!”
Ms. Quinn’s body seized. A low, guttural moan tore from her throat as her hips slammed forward, holding Lucy’s face firmly against her. Lucy felt the convulsions, the flood of new wetness, the intense, rhythmic pulsing against her mouth and chin. She kept licking, drinking her in, until the tremors subsided and Ms. Quinn fell back against the cushions, spent.
For a long moment, the only sound was their combined, heavy breathing. Lucy’s face was drenched.
Ms. Quinn recovered with astonishing speed. She looked down at Lucy, her eyes half-lidded, sated, but already gleaming with new intent. “On the couch,” she said, her voice husky. “Lie down. On your back.”
Lucy scrambled onto the soft cushions, her body buzzing. Ms. Quinn stood, shedding her kimono completely. Naked, she was a vision of powerful, sensual curves. She knelt over Lucy, straddling her face, one hand braced on the couch back.
“Look up at me,” she commanded.
Lucy gazed up the length of her body, at the beautiful, smooth pussy hovering just above her mouth, still glistening from its climax.
“Now,” Ms. Quinn said, lowering herself slowly. “Make me come again.”
Lucy’s mouth opened in eager anticipation. Ms. Quinn settled her weight, her thighs cradling Lucy’s head, and Lucy’s world narrowed to the taste and feel of her. She licked and sucked with a fervor she didn’t know she possessed, guided by the rocking of Ms. Quinn’s hips.
“Use your tongue… right there… oh, yes,” Ms. Quinn chanted, riding Lucy’s face hard, with increasing abandon. Her moans grew louder, less controlled. “Fuck, your fucking tongue is just perfect. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
Lucy was relentless, her nose buried against her, her tongue working magic. She could feel the second build, the tension coiling in Ms. Quinn’s thighs, the way her inner muscles fluttered against her tongue.
With a sharp, choked cry, Ms. Quinn came, her body bowing, her cunt spasming against Lucy’s devoted mouth. Lucy held her there, lapping gently through the sweet, shuddering waves until Ms. Quinn went limp, lifting herself off with a soft, wet sound.
She slid down to lie beside Lucy on the couch, both of them slick and breathless in the silent room.
After a few minutes, Ms. Quinn sat up. She ran a hand through Lucy’s matted, cum-soaked hair, almost affectionately. “You were surprisingly exceptional, Lucy.” Her tone shifted, becoming business-like once more. “But I have work to do for the meeting tomorrow. You should go back to your room. Get some rest.”
Lucy blinked, the transition abrupt, pulling her from her lust-filled haze.
“I’ll meet you for breakfast in the morning,” Ms. Quinn said, standing and retrieving her robe. She didn’t put it on, just held it, a clear dismissal.
