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Thread: The Spell

I'm just hot, muttered Margie, squirming. The woman was making her uncomfortable, but surely not in the matter that she was thinking. Margie kept glancing over that body, picturing what it would be like with those clothes shed. That finely tune body, doubtless perfect in form and as lean as possible. Layer by layer shedding until nothing but bare skin remained, no barriers between flesh and flesh. Now the boss stood over her, hands moving along Margie's shoulders. Despite her reservations, the blonde shuddered and moaned at the touch, squirming even worse in the seat. Her nipples had gone instantly erect the moment those hands had touched her, and her breathing was coming faster and faster. The flush spread over her face, reaching down toward her chest, where the two heaving breasts seemed about ready to burst out of the blouse. Beads of sweat were starting to dot her skin too, as she grew hotter and hotter within. What? she asked, jerking to look up at the woman. Just looking at her reminded Margie of her wanton imagination, and she wondered what type of panties the woman wore. surely something sexy and classy, not like Margie's Victoria Secret pairing. Lisa probably wore a thong instead of seamless panties, no matter if they matched the silky pink bra or not. I'm doing well at meeting my womanly needs, she insisted, squirming. I mean, it's been some time since I've had a, a partner. Why didn't she say man? she liked men? But this woman, so striking, so demanding. Lisa even seemed to read Margie's mind, laying out the girl's own fantasy for her. that voice matched the imaginary figure in Margie's mind, stripping off layer by layer of the confining clothing. I think i need to go to the restroom! yiped Margie, suddenly struggling to get out of the chair before she embarrassed herself.
Thread: The Spell

I can tell I disturb you. You must not like me. You must not be a team player. Lisa urged her to remain seated. We need strong members of this company who can work together and aren't afraid to be in each other's company. Do you think you can live up to those expectations? Lisa stepped out in front of Margie letting her hand slide from her shoulder down the girl's arm. She could just picture what was underneath those fancy clothes the intern wore. It made her squirm at night thinking of what her imaginary suitors wore. She always imagined just stripping off a couple articles of clothing, but the real fun would somehow steering around what was left and getting those panties dirty. As Lisa let her hand trail off of Margie's arm, she stared down at the intern. She could already see the pink bra. What else was hiding underneath there, underneath the skirt? She had the great urge to tease this little intern. Lisa walked in front of her desk turning to look back at Margie. Why don't you tell me what you imagine, step...by...step. Lisa lifted the glasses right off her face and set them on the table and crossed her arms waiting for a response from Margie.
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No! chirped Margie. I am a team player! I really like you too! I just-I'm not sure that... But somehow, she knew she had to stay. She wanted to stay, to watch this beautiful woman as she moved around her. Seeing Lisa made it that much easier for the blonde to picture her. To see those glasses removed from the face, bearing those stunning eyes. To see the suit peel off piece by piece, till a domineering woman remained, bold and beautiful for all to see. Surely this woman would always look as though she were in control of the situation. I'm, I'm picturing the special someone, she couldn't say her boss, not with the woman standing there, looking at me. She-he, they, they slide off their first layer, a suit jacket, and it bares skin bit by bit, revealing that flesh. I want to kiss it so bad, to touch it, but i know that I can't I'm not allowed to. So I have to stare, watch hungrily as the jacket falls. Then the shirt, button by button falls off, showing the skin underneath, sh--they pause, looking at me, teasing me with what lay just out-- Margie realized that she was squirming actively. Both nipples formed twin points that were pushing hard against the supportive bra. Were it thinner, surely Lisa would be seeing those two peaks poking through. As it was, they only pressed against the fabric, dragging with each squirm. Meanwhile, heat and moisture gathered between Margie's legs, mounting arousal emphasizing each shift of the panties, which shifted as she squirmed, and she squirmed as they shifted in a cruel cycle. Can't I please go to the bathroom? she asked, feeling like a schoolgirl. I need to use the toilet. It's an emergency.
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Are you a team player or not? was the only thing Lisa needed say. Besides, you'll miss everything if you leave now. As she finished speaking, Lisa began removing her jacket from her shoulders. One arm was able to make it out of the sleeves exposing her white blouse with frills, but Margie wouldn't be able to fully see it until Lisa had removed her other arm from her sleeve. She walked over to one of the walls where a coat rack was hanging. She hung her jacket against the rack looking back at Margie and giving her a sly smile as she did so. She walked back to the front of her desk and continued watching Margie watch her. Her fingers slowly crept up her blouse finding the second button, for the top had already been undone. The button came undone with ease, opening her blouse just a little more. Her fingers slowly slid down finding the third button. She played around with the button just a little bit, to tease the intern watching her intently. Eventually, Lisa undid the button, but this time a full view of Lisa's pale blue lacy bra could be seen. Lisa loved the attention Margie was giving her, sitting in that chair watching her undo the buttons to her blouse. She took one of her fingers and brought it up to her lips. She only slid the tip of her finger in licking it up and then she let it trail from her lips to her chin, to her neck, and finally to her chest until the strap from the bra interfered. Gee, I think you are right. It is getting hot in here. Lisa undid a couple more buttons slowly in front of Margie, until she ran into the skirt that wrapped tightly around her waist. The blouse went into the skirt, but that would have to wait for another time. What else do you see Margie? Why don't you come up and be a team player?
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this can't be happening, said Margie. She stared as her boss moved, nearly dancing, each little gesture so erotically charged that it made Margie quiver with anticipation. The blonde's hands crept between her own legs, no longer able or willing to resist stoking the heat that gathered. Her jerky fingers already skidded across her sex, pressing against both skirt and panties in a desperate attempt to reach any kind of sensation. all while Margie started raptly at her boss's strip show. Those glued eyes followed a finger to a pair of lips, then a trembling mouth of pink let out a moan of desire. It moved, heading toward the bra strap, then paused, as though not willing to reveal the treasures encased within that pale blue. the panting blonde didn't know what to do. Her fingers skittered over her own body, trying to finish off her arousal. Normally she could do better than this, but it felt as though her own touch were woefully inadequate. She needed to get away, before she fell into this trap. OR was she already there? I'm straight, she said, looking up at her boss. I don't like girls, yet her eyes fell upon the bra clad breast, the skirt just there, just waiting. What was she asking Margie to do? To continue describing? to go up and help? the blonde moaned her frustration, reaching up to her own blouse, yanking off the cloth. Buttons popped, revealing the flesh and the heaving, polyester clad breasts. Please, i just, I just want to go, whimpered Margie, her eyes locking onto her bosses. One hand played with a breast, teasing and fumbling the mound of flesh, the other worked its way up the skirt, lifting it several inches so that she could play with her sex through only the sheer nylons and panties. It was still far from enough.
Thread: The Spell

Lisa gave a small laugh. The intern was cute, combating her internal struggles like that. She was already feeling herself trying to get under her skirt. The poor girl was going hysterical, she had already started and seemed incapable of stopping. Lisa let her finger trail past the bra strap down across her stomach. She made sure Margie was watching her. She even went down right underneath the hem of the skirt. Lisa moved up to Margie. Maybe I can help. Lisa offered the intern her hand. She pulled her up to her feet. But if I help, then I'm going to need to see a little more than that. Lisa led her to the desk and switched places with her. She backed Margie against the desk, but let her body push against the intern's. The two women's skins, from what was exposed, was rubbing against each other. Two smooth skins, rubbing against each other, as Lisa leaned in planting her lips over Margie's. Her lips were soft and tasted sweet. She let her tongue out of her mouth gliding over Margie's lips before sliding into her mouth. She gave a sigh as she kissed the beautiful intern. Just the anticipation made Lisa horny. God, she wanted the intern now. The pale blue lacy thong under her skirt contained in the hosiery was slowly becoming wet. Lisa pulled her lips away from Margie. Do I get to see a little bit more now?
Thread: The Spell

Margie couldn't stop watching, didn't' want to stop watching. this woman was a goddess, beauty incarnate. Margie would do whatever she asked, especially if it could dim this growing need within her. It roared, demanding attention that Margie simply couldn't give. No matter what her hands did, no matter how they rolled her breast or flicked her sex it simply would not be tamed. Then she was standing, mumbling promises about seeing more. Just as it occurred to Margie to complain, to resist and offer some token of disagreement, lips were smothering hers. The blonde's brown eyes clouded, eyelids fluttering rapidly as her lips were taken into the lock that was so incredible. As she'd expected, Lisa had perfect control, taking over and using Margie, kissing her better than any guy ever had or ever would hope to. When that tongue slid out, flicking over the intern's pale, pink lips, a low moan came from the writhing girl. she reached for her boss, stopped, thinking she shouldn't, couldn't. Even as the beautiful woman kissed her so well that her breath left her, Margie still couldn't break the norms, still couldn't do ti. Yes, she said anyway. Her hands went to shuffle off her own jacket, to finish off her own shirt. Those bra clad breasts were bared free now, open for teasing. The blonde took shaking hands down, reaching for the zipper of her skirt. Margie 's breathing was louder than the noise the zipper made as it slid down, and it only lasted seconds. Then the blonde was squirming, yanking down the skirt in a desperate attempt to bare more flesh and to ease the access to those neediest parts of her aching body.
Thread: The Spell

Lisa stopped Margie from taking the skirt off. Here let me help you. She got down on her knees and grabbed the skirt on both sides of Margie's waist and slowly tugged them down. Eventually they were a pool of fabric at Margie's feet. Lisa looked up taking this young intern's wonderful body as eye candy. She could literally just eat her up. She let her face sink into the hosiery that Margie was wearing, her nose right between the intern's legs. She gave a couple nudges before moving up the intern's body. Along the way she gave small kisses with her tongue gliding across her stomach, chest, neck, and back to her lips. They locked lips once again, only it wasn't as long as the first. You have such a beautiful young body Margie, Lisa told her as she was looking up and down her body. Do you think I am beautiful? She listened for Margie's response before letting her hands roam the young intern's body. Her hands went everywhere, not one area was left untouched. From Margie's legs up to her finely shaped ass up to her face, Lisa's hands explored. If you think I'm so beautiful, don't you want to see me without these clothes on? she was teasing Margie again with words, trying to get her to picture in her mind what she looked like underneath. I think it's time to put you to work intern. Come on, Lisa told her as she turned around facing the desk and leaning up against it, I'll let you strip me and touch me wherever.
Thread: The Spell

Margie held tightly to the dress, breathing heavily nearly panting as her boss shed that tight skirt. Inch by inch of those wonderful legs were bared, all ripe for the taking. It seemed as though Lisa thought so too, since her face sank into her legs, moving directly at the juncture, where Margie throbbed the most. Only a few nudges though, to make the girl bite back two sharp yelps, then the woman was moving up, gliding a tongue along her stomach, teasing her chest, still painfully confined in her bra, the up her neck. This time, Margie kissed back, giving in totally to her boss's workings. The girl couldn't fight back, didn't want to. Was complete jelly in the skilled hands of the woman who worked her. Never in a million years would the vivacious, bubbly blonde have thought that her sexy, older boss would be making out with her, promising torrid lesbian sex, in the middle of her office. You're stunning, the most gorgeous thing I've ever-uuuh, she shivered as the hands touched erogenous zones she didn't even know she had. Her hips, her stomach, her ass, all were touched, all explored, mapped out by wandering hands. Those hands fanned a flame within the poor girl, and sweat beaded along her flesh, her body growing hotter and hotter with each touch. Moisture gathered quite visibly around her groin, and she danced in place, looking like a little girl who needed to use the restroom. except this girl was hardly little, and what lay in her pussy was hardly urine. Yes, I've never wanted something more, gasped Margie. She moved forward, her hands fumbling around Lisa's clothing. She yanked at the skirt, pulled at the bra, teased the flesh that lay underneath. Her lips came, pressing against her boss's shoulder, where she kissed and moaned equally. Finally her hands started pulling down the skirt, wanting Lisa as naked as she were, wanting to see those fine legs stretched out. Oh how I want you, Lisa,' hissed Margie, pressing her hot body against her boss's and moaning. Where had this come from? Even she didn't seem to know.
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I'm so glad you do, Lisa replied. She wondered if the girl was really just as horny as she was. The intern had pulled the skirt down letting the ends of the blouse hang freely, but not for long as Lisa let the rest of it slide down her arms. All that was left was a pale blue lace bra containing breasts and hard nipples that wanted to escape, as well as the pale blue lace thong contained in the hosiery that Lisa was wearing. She liked the way the thong rode up her ass, rubbing against her pussy when she walked. Now the intern was exposed to every sight that she could see. Have you ever been with a woman before? Lisa asked her young intern. As she asked her question, she was leaning against Margie who was being pressed up against the desk. She let her lips brush against the young girl and even let her tongue flicker out. She let her hand caress the girl's arm as she spoke, It's just like being with a man only one of us has to be the man, but both of us actually knows what the other needs. Lisa winked as she said this, probably giving a hint that she was a lesbian because of such experiences. She leaned back in kissing Margie long and passionately letting her tongue penetrate the young girl's mouth only to find a tongue. She let her tongue play with the intern's giving her a taste of the sweet style of what was yet to come. Lisa pulled herself away looking Margie in the eye. Come, I'll let you explore another woman's body. Lisa backed away taking Margie with her in order to switch places only this time, Lisa scooted up to sit on the desk. She smiled at Margie as she said, What are you waiting for? Don't you want me?
Thread: The Spell

The woman looked so regal, so beautiful, standing there in just her lingerie. Margie couldn't believe the sight. Lisa's toned body just contained with pale blue lace, those breasts heaving, that pussy looking enticing. That the woman wore a thong under her business attire made Margie nearly drool. She moved forward, wrapping her arms around Lisa. Questions to answer. I've never been with a woman before, breathed Margie. Her lips began pressing against Lisa's skin, working their way up. Practiced fingers released a bra, and soon pink lips circled nipples, taking the little bits of flesh inward. Margie may have never sucked a breast in sex, but her instinct knew what to do, and she suckled at the woman. The tip slid into her mouth for a few seconds, till it popped free. Mmm, you're so sexy. I want you, purred Margie, her ass shaking. She began kissing her way down, glad that Lisa had moved. Her lips found the other woman's waistband, and she kissed around it. One hand went up, yanking the thin panties aside. No time to remove them. There was a sex that needed sucking, and Margie's lips went to doing it. she hungrily kissed and sucked, her lips and contact sloppy due to her inexperience. Oh, how she wanted this woman.
Thread: The Spell

Even though Lisa was wearing pantyhose, she could still feel Margie's young hot tongue lick her. She gave a nice long sigh as the young intern licked her womanhood. It was just what she needed and was glad the intern wasn't so oblivious to technique and knew what went on in lesbian sex. The intern kept working her tongue against the hose as Lisa kept producing her woman juice. The pleasure was so good, just having an inexperienced woman was enough to send any partner over the edge. Margie nudged Lisa with her nose trying to get a good lick in. Lisa felt it and she gave out a nice moan to reward the girl. Lisa leaned back against the desk lifting her legs and placing them over Margie's shoulders. Her hands immediately went up to her breasts squeezing and playing with her already hard nipples. Oh God, this was just too good. Her breathing was getting deep, but the pleasure she was receiving was the cause of it all. That's just it, right there, she kept telling the intern. For an inexperienced young girl, she was quite good, but she would make her better. Lisa kept moaning as she kept playing with her own breasts, but was also being worked by Margie. She could feel the wetness in her pussy want to escape, but she would deny its release. She wanted to feel more, wanted to get more. It's not everyday that you get to turn a young girl to the lesbian side and this was something she was going to reap the benefits of.
Thread: The Spell

Delicious Lisa tasted delicious. Margie's tongue continued to dash and lick all about, running along the hose, not even seeming to realize that it was there. needy fingers went up, ripping at the fabric, desperate to get to the sex underneath. No time to remove. Just rip and tear, burrow toward the hole she wanted. Margie shifted, her tongue never ceasing. those fingers moved the thong, that last barrier, here and there, so that the tongue could touch the sex fully. It lathered the whole length, running up and down, then flitting over it, like a hummingbird's wings. Finally, Margie slid her tongue inside, moving her head back and forth, as though it were a mini cock. All the while, the girl could feel juices sliding in, taste of a woman for the first time. Her hands went up to Lisa's thighs, holding them apart and holding on as the tongue delved even deeper. Already Margie's jaw ached with her efforts, as her wild tongue sought out new areas to tease and torment. Plump lips drew bits of pussy flesh into them, suckling and releasing. the blonde pulled away, breathing heavily. Juices covered her mouth, dotting her lips and adding a sheen. Her breasts heaved in their brilliant pink confines, her plump ass quivering with her own need. Yet still the girl dove back in, once more attacking the sex of the woman she desperately lusted after.
Thread: The Spell

Oh God, keep going yes!! Lisa shouted to her new partner. She could only hope that the secretary couldn't hear moans. It didn't matter, she could always get a new secretary if questions ever came up. The experience she was having with her young intern was just too good to pass up. Lisa felt Margie tearing up at her hose, but it was worth it as she felt her thong being moved aside and the girls tongue penetrating her pussy. Her hands immediately went down off from her breasts down to hold the intern's head. She held it there just where she wanted her to be. Yesyes, just right there, don't stop dear God don't stop. The girl clearly wanted all the juice she could handle and Lisa was going to give it all to her. The intern was doing a fabulous job at licking Lisa's pussy, but she still needed more. Margie, be a dear and add a finger. She knew the girl couldn't resist. She was getting very close, if the intern kept this up, she would take everything from her, but that was just what the intern must have wanted anyway. Lisa started to grind her hips against Margie's mouth getting more while sending the finger in deeper. Soon, Lisa couldn't just hold it back any longer and she let out a moan as her juices rushed out of her body. Her body started to twitch as her legs clenched around the intern's shoulders until the orgasm had died down. When there was nothing left she relaxed her grip on Margie's shoulders and relaxed on the desk. She was panting, but God was it good. That was so good dear, but you're going to have to buy me a new pair of pantyhose. Once she had relaxed she sat up, now I think it's your turn.
Thread: The Spell

Eagerly Margie lapped and lathered at the sex, going at it like an obedient dog. She whimpered and moaned, her desperation suddenly finding a vocal outlet. As commanded, a finger slid up, tracing along the sex before thrusting inside. Margie wasn't certain what to do with it, so she settled for sawing the digit in and out of the sex, trying to get it as far as she could manage. As Lisa twitched and moaned, the intern dutifully continued feasting upon her sex. The finger was soon joined by another, the blonde not needing direction in that. The two sawed in and out, blurring. Once or twice, Margie spread them, trying to wiggle them inside, thinking that might be pleasant enough. Mostly she simply moved the fingers in and out, as she did when pleasuring herself. Then the hips ground. The body twitched, legs seizing Margie and holding her in place. A rush of juices came, and Margie struggled to eagerly lap them up. even then, the feminine cum showed upon the girl's face, moistening her pink lips and lingering about. Margie could hear the panting woman, and euphoria at doing a good job set in. But her loins still burned. Lisa moved back. Margie set on her heels, looking up, a dutiful assistant. Yes ma'am I'll buy you a new pair, she said. She shifted, wondering if she could start masturbating herself now. It hadn't yet occurred to her that her own need could be satisfied by this woman in front of her. My turn? she stared up, then rose unsteadily to her feet. The disheveled blonde stared at her boss, not even able to fathom the idea of asking this woman to do what had just been done to her. Now that Margie stood though, it was quite evident that she was quite turned on. A large wet spot stood out upon her underwear, making a dark circle among the silken pink.