FRIDAY #23
Office Whores
Their naked bodies are entwined as they lie on the lawn in Violet’s backyard, sunning themselves in the dead of winter. Violet runs her fingers lightly across Raven’s ribs and asks, “What are you feeling?”
“At peace, I suppose. I’m relieved to be done with the showcase and solstice. How about you?”
“I’m slightly aroused.”
“That’s nothing new, you’re like a bitch in heat.”
“I can’t help it. There’s been so much sexual energy in my house lately, with Autumn always coming over to see Damien.”
“Oh, really. Have they had sex yet?”
“Not yet, but we’re talking about it. We’re taking it slow. You know she’s new to poly, and she’s apprenticing at my yoga studio.”
“Well, I guess it’s sort of sweet how she offers you something I can’t. I’m just not the young innocent type.”
“So you’re not jealous?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said, I can understand the attraction. Tell me, do you fantasize about her?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Raven repositions herself to look Violet in the eyes. Holding her shoulders sternly, she says, “I may not be able to physically possess you at all times”—Raven reaches between Violet’s legs, grabs a fistful of her labia, and squeezes—“but I want full access to whatever is happening in your fantasy world. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my Queen.”
Raven rolls over onto Violet and plunges two fingers into Violet’s already wet sex with nearly no foreplay. “What do you want to do to her? Spare no detail.”
Violet swallows hard and starts speaking. “I saw her at the reception desk, wearing a tight sports bra with an oversized zipper in the front. It was unzipped a little, revealing the top of one of her nipples. I pointed it out. Without apology, like a reflex, she shrugged and zipped it up, which made her boobies bunch up. She was so casual about it, like we were in the locker room. Then I went into the yoga studio and tried to meditate before class, but I couldn’t concentrate. I just kept seeing her in my head, zipping her cleavage up and down, making her boobies bounce. I got turned on, and then I felt angry, like How dare she greet our yoga students like that. Then I imagined what you would do if you were her boss.”
“And what do you imagine I would do?” Raven says, sliding her mouth slowly down Violet’s warm skin, toward her wet slit, making it wetter by outlining her lips with the length of her tongue.
“Well, I imagined we worked in a real office, you know, with a copy room. And you were a high-powered executive…”
Raven is delighted by the imagery and lifts her head to ask, “Is there a coat closet in this office?”
“Wrong fantasy. In this one, you have a strict dress code and she’s violating it! So I report her, and you decide it’s time to teach her a lesson. You open the top drawer of your file cabinet and it’s full of sex toys and dildos. You kiss me to thank me for helping you enforce the company policy. You command me to take off my underwear. Then you pull up your business skirt and strap on your girl dick. Then you use the intercom to call her in. She comes in, all flustered and innocent like she’s reporting to the principal’s office, and you say, ‘If you want to work here, you’re going to need to obey the rules.’
“And she’s like, ‘Are you talking about this?’ She zips her sports bra down and up again, flashing her nipples. You rip the zipper off and her bouncy titties just fly out.
“You grab her by the boobs and say, ‘Do you know the punishment for indecency?’
“You order me to sit on your desk, then you spread my legs. I sit there obediently, spread-eagle. Autumn looks shocked and excited—then you grab her by the hair and push her face into my pussy. When her mouth is full, you lift her skirt and tear off her panties. You force her to spread her legs while slapping her cunt and calling her names.”
Taking cues from Violet’s fantasy, Raven slaps Violet’s pussy repeatedly. She shifts her weight so she can grind her clit against Violet’s thigh, and though she has to unplug her mouth from the nectar of Violet’s flower, she can reach two fingers in deeper to fuck Violet’s G-spot.
“Oh yes. When Autumn is smothered by my flower, you lift up your skirt to reveal your big, veiny cock. You stuff it inside her hole, which makes her scream into my crotch. Then you grab a fistful of my hair and pull me in to kiss me hard. We’re kissing over her body. It’s like you’re fucking me through her, until you have a screaming orgasm. You order me to put on a dildo and switch places with you. I grab at her hips and you pull her hair, and I think I’m going to cum.”
Raven continues finger-fucking at a steady pace as Violet tenses and shudders and moans. Wordlessly, Violet reaches for Raven’s hand to show she is done.
“That’s a good girl.” Raven holds still while Violet breathes through several aftershocks.
“Want more?”
“No,” Violet whispers.
“Want me out?”
“Yes.”
Raven slips her hand out and draws her fingers to her mouth, taking a deep inhale of the earthy smell of her lover’s orgasm.
“You are so brilliant when you cum.”
Violet is speechless and all smiles.
“Have you told Damien or Autumn about your little fantasy?”
“No, silly. I made it up with you, just now. I had some sexy thoughts before, but nothing this detailed. Autumn is so innocent. She’s like the neighbor who just comes over to hang out, shop, get coffee, or whatever. Even when she spends the night, it isn’t sexual. It’s just a fun sleepover.”
Raven’s glowing mood is pierced. “She spent the night?”
“It was sweet. She slept in the middle between me and Damien.”
“I see,” Raven says coldly.
“What is it?”
“We’ve been seeing each other for over three months and we’ve never shared a pillow, not once.”
“Actually, it’s been over five months. And you’re busy. You’ve got the theater, your son, your family. Autumn doesn’t have anyone at home.”
“Why don’t you come and have a sleepover with Nick and me?”
“I don’t think I could sleep away from Damien. I’m addicted to him. Besides, our relationship dynamic isn’t like that.”
“I see how it is. You’ll let me dominate you, but not domesticate you.”
“It’s not like that. I just don’t think I could satisfy you all night long.”
“What if I promised we’d do something totally casual like curling up with a lesbian film?”
“How kinky. You want to role-play having lesbian bed-death. That would be a first! But seriously, I’m addicted to sleeping with Damien. Are you open to sleeping with us? I can talk to him, on the condition that you don’t keep me up, and you’re not allowed to stare at me while I’m sleeping, cause that’s just creepy.”
“Call him. Let’s see what he says.” Raven reaches for Violet’s phone from the pile of their clothes. She hands it to Violet and says, “Tell him I’m not expecting a hot threesome or anything. It’s purely domestic family time.”
“If something more happens, I’d be okay with that.” Violet winks.
“We shall see.”