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Written by LipGlossMaffia<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I felt a distant satisfaction \u2013 she might have been using me, but at least I could make her cum whether she wanted to or not \u2013 and leaned away from her, licking my lips furiously, already trying to turn my mind back to the work that waited back at my desk.<\/p>\n

Then I couldn\u2019t move. Not due to any hesitation on my part, but because her hand was gripping my hair, holding me tight. She arched her back, still breathing fast, and pressed her soft folds back to my lips, rubbing them against my tongue as I opened my mouth in reflex.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she gasped out, making me freeze in place.\u00a0\u201cPlease, more\u2026\u201d<\/em>\u00a0She shuddered, breaking off as my tongue unconsciously touched her, some part of me still as addicted as ever to her taste, her wonderful flavor, the evidence of the pleasure I gave her.<\/p>\n

Her fingers gripped my hair firmly, pulling, and I closed my eyes with something like a whimper as my anger imploded, evaporating into a desperate emptiness, with something warm and heavenly gleaming just out of sight. I hesitated, torn between wanting that anger back \u2013 that simple, uncomplicated rage \u2013 and that heat, that desperate need to taste her, to please her. My tongue stroked her again \u2013 this time, warm, soft, and loving, sliding over her opening, dipping into her, grazing her still-sensitive clit.<\/p>\n

It was Cleo that shattered my resistance this time.\u00a0\u201cOh, god, Zainab, more\u2026<\/em>\u201d she moaned.<\/p>\n

I shuddered deeply. My hands, of their own accord, grabbed those creamy smooth hips, and I licked deeper.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she breathed, arching, her fingers softening in my hair \u2013 but they didn\u2019t leave. They rested almost limply on my head, staying gently tangled in my black hair.\u00a0\u201cOh, yes,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she shuddered, both of her legs sliding over my shoulders, enclosing me in her satiny skin.<\/p>\n

My whimper was lost in her soft, wet flesh and her gripping thighs, and my hands slid under her buttocks, cupping her and lifting her greedily to me. My eyes opened, looking up the length of her body. Her head was back, her eyes closed, that little gap between her lips that I had savored so many times. Her free hand reached back to grip the back of her chair as she slid down to half lay in her chair, allowing her to arch higher, her pussy sliding over my tongue until we both moaned.<\/p>\n

An image flashed into my over-worked mind \u2013 Cleo, stretched out naked, on a real bed for once, gripping the headboard and arching helplessly as I drove her to whatever ecstasy I could. Another image flashed in behind it \u2013 something else entirely, something I would do if I ever got the opportunity.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, yes, that\u2019s it\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

The images vanished as I recalled what I was doing, my tongue swirling and spiraling in and out of her wetness, and I feasted on her, greedily slurping and sucking at her soft lips, the moist, slick inner flesh, and her creamy nectar flowing freely into my mouth. My tongue drilled deeper still, thrusting desperately. I wanted all of her \u2013 I wanted to drive everything but me out of her mind, once and for all.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026ahh\u2026oh\u2026oh god, what\u2026what\u2026\u201d<\/em>\u00a0She cried out as I pulsed my tongue mercilessly in and out of her, fast and deep. I wasn\u2019t taking my time or being gentle \u2013 she was going to scream for me, and I wasn\u2019t going to be used. She was mine, at least for the moment, and I was going to take full advantage.<\/p>\n

Her breath turned into short, high-pitched gasps, her hips bucking higher and out of control. She was already close, probably trying to hold back, to prolong this, but I wasn\u2019t letting her. My fingers tightened, digging into the firm, silky skin of her buttocks, and my tongue slid out to pull her clit into my mouth. I sucked it lightly once, twice, feeling her jerk each time, hearing her sharp gasps for breath, and then sucked it deeply, my tongue fluttering.<\/p>\n

That did it. She cried out, as loudly as I had ever heard her, her hand clenching almost into a fist in my hair. Her mouth gaped open, her breathing momentarily halted. She held there, tense and quivering as I kept up that methodical sucking, not letting her relax, keeping her orgasm riding high until I felt that spasm in her stomach that warned me that her pleasure would turn to pain very shortly if I didn\u2019t stop. I let her relax, though my mouth remained against her. I breathed deep of her scent, her wetness still coating my lips and tongue and chin, my eyes drifting closed as I kept my face buried between her thighs, my hands lightly stroking her still-trembling ass.<\/p>\n

Her hand was still limply tangled in my hair, twitching faintly. We stayed that way for a long time. I couldn\u2019t bring myself to pull away, and she apparently couldn\u2019t summon the energy to move at all.<\/p>\n

After several long moments, I opened my eyes, looking up at her only to meet her brown eyes staring back at me.<\/p>\n

She looked steadily down at me, her eyes wide and slightly glazed, obviously still dazed by an orgasm of that magnitude.<\/p>\n

Our eyes stayed locked for a long moment, and when my mouth moved, it was to apologize, or yell, or ask her just to move her legs, or something \u2013 I\u2019m still not sure. It didn\u2019t end up mattering. The instant my mouth moved against her, she moaned softly, her eyes staring down into mine widening even more.<\/p>\n

I felt my own eyes hood as my desire for her returned with a force that actually shocked me \u2013 I had never had a chance to pleasure her while looking into those incredible eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cZainab\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she whispered, starting to say something.<\/p>\n

No, I thought, that\u2019s not the name I want\u2026not the way I wanted to hear it from her. My lips kissed her pussy with soft, deep warmth, and I breathed her in, not licking, just feeling her, my lips sliding over her slit with the softest of caresses.<\/p>\n

She gasped, and her eyes tried to flutter closed, but my fingers suddenly dug into her firm buttocks, causing her eyes to fly open again with surprise. All of my emotion \u2013 the remnants of my anger, my lust, my desire, and other feelings I still shied away from \u2013 blazed from my eyes into hers, as I mentally begged her to keep her eyes open, to let me look into them. My lips caressed her again, and kept moving, continuously stroking and nibbling and lightly sucking her outer, then inner, lips.<\/p>\n

She hissed in a soft breath, her eyes so big. There was a strange light in her eyes as well as we stared each other down. The depth of emotion in her eyes startled me, though they were not emotions I could identify. I did not dare to hope.<\/p>\n

I gave her one gentle, curious, tentative lick, a light smooth lick with the flat of my tongue, dragging her outer lips along and wiggling ever so slightly to stimulate her.<\/p>\n

She let out a long, sighing moan, and relaxed, her fingers tightening in my hair. \u201cDon\u2019t stop,\u201d she whispered, not looking away.<\/p>\n

And so, with our eyes locked together, I began again. My lips stroked and tasted, my tongue slowly, lingeringly explored.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby\u201d she breathed, staring into my eyes, unable to look away now.<\/p>\n

My own arousal spiked at her use of that endearment, and my fingers slid higher into the small of her back, warm, smooth and slightly damp from the exertion of her earlier writhing. My fingertips massaged, and she relaxed, sinking even lower in her chair as her legs slid further over my shoulders, tightening to pull me into her. As her shoulders met the seat of her chair her other hand joined the first in my hair, not tugging but just holding on.<\/p>\n

I shuddered, slurping softly at her, watching her lovely eyes and wishing that this moment would never end.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026mm\u2026\u201d<\/em>\u00a0She whimpered.<\/p>\n

I gave another slow lick, and she whimpered again, those brilliant blue eyes as round as they could go. My hands slid still higher up her back, massaging her spine. She continued to relax, whimpering and sighing now with every movement of my mouth. Her hips began to rock ever so slightly, sliding her wet, slippery pussy against my mouth.<\/p>\n

I began to devour her in earnest, my tongue moving constantly, my lips spreading her open for access. The way she was laying back in her chair was resting more and more of her weight on me, and it forced me to sit back on her floor, stretching my legs out as I held her up against my mouth. The rocking was doing something else as well, though \u2013 I was being tantalized by the movement of my legs, rocking along with her body, and my panties tugging and pulling at my already well-lubricated pussy. I whimpered in my own pleasure but held back my instinct to rock my hips more deliberately.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t easy \u2013 her wet pussy was as delicious as ever, and staring into her eyes while hearing her moans and whimpers of open pleasure, feeling her soft hips pushing against me and her warm thighs trembling on my shoulders \u2013 it was all I could do not to start moaning right along with her. I had always been careful about that \u2013 I had always known instinctively that there was a line somewhere, and if I crossed it, all this could end.<\/p>\n

I managed to put that out of my mind \u2013 though the sensations were still there \u2013 and concentrated on her, boring my gaze into her while I took my time bringing her to ecstasy. I easily used the rest of the hour and could have just as easily taken longer. I don\u2019t think she would have objected, either, neither of us seemed to blink the entire time, her eyes locked helplessly on mine as I took her body as high as I could, building her up, tantalizing her, until she simply could not hold back any longer.<\/p>\n

\u201cAh! Zainab\u2026Baby Ahhhahhhhh!\u201d Cleo cried out, long and high as my sucking, licking mouth sent her over the edge, and her head arched back, our gaze finally breaking as she was swept under by an intense orgasm. Her hips quivered throughout, and my mouth was filled by her nectar as I carried her all the way through, until she relaxed with a shuddering moan, and her hands fell from my hair to dangle limply beside her.<\/p>\n

I shuddered on my own as she relaxed \u2013 it had taken all my effort not to join her in orgasm. I realized belatedly that I couldn\u2019t move \u2013 if I let her hips go, she would fall off her chair. I waited until she shook herself, summoning enough energy to pull herself back up onto her chair by the elbows. Eventually, I was able to sit back, my legs still too rubbery to hold me up. She seemed shaky as well, and now, neither of us could meet the other\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

I glanced up at the clock on her desk, and blinked, flushing slightly.\u00a0\u201cUm\u2026your meeting\u2019s in just a few minutes. I\u2019ll let them know you\u2019re on your way\u2026I\u2019ll just leave you to, um, straighten up.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I staggered to my feet, not waiting for her response, and half-stumbled back out to my desk.<\/p>\n

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***<\/p>\n

That evening, I came back from my umpteenth trip to the copier to find Cleo sitting on the edge of my desk. I stopped short in the hallway the moment I saw her, a thousand different things racing through my head, and then I saw the roll of paper she held in one hand. Blueprints.<\/p>\n

I heaved a sigh. So she was going to expand her practice, renovate the office\u2026and replace me. I straightened my shoulders, bracing myself, and walked to my desk, joining her.<\/p>\n

She smiled at me as I arrived, and I managed a hesitant smile in return. \u201cZainab,\u201d she began, \u201cyou remember how we\u2019ve spoken a few times about expanding our little business here?<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. \u201cOur\u201d business indeed, I thought darkly.<\/p>\n

\u201cThese are the blueprints<\/em>,\u201d she tapped the roll against my desk, \u201cand I\u2019ll be on my way out shortly to go over some things with the architect \u2013 but I wanted to talk to you first<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded again. \u201cOf course<\/em>.\u201d My voice was a bit flat.<\/p>\n

She glanced at me, a tiny frown appearing between her eyebrows as if she had caught my tone. \u201cZainab, I\u2026I\u2019ll be taking on at least one partner \u2013 maybe two, depending on\u2026well, it doesn\u2019t matter<\/em>.\u201d She looked away. \u201cObviously, with two or three lawyers, we\u2019ll need more support.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cObviously.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

She glanced at me again, looking oddly confused. I almost glared at her. Did she expect me to be thrilled at losing my job?<\/p>\n

I know, I know \u2013 I was being an idiot. Fear does that to all of us.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be hiring some new assistants<\/em>,\u201d she went on, \u201cand probably a few of our own paralegals<\/em>.\u201d She looked away again. \u201cI thought of having you become an office manager or something, but I just don\u2019t think that would work out. It\u2019s just not the way the office will be set up.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I was barely holding in that glare now.\u00a0\u201cI see<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t look at me this time. \u201cSo, the practice will need dedicated legal assistants.<\/em>\u201d She cleared her throat. \u201cWe\u2019ll be dividing up the clients, probably along thematic lines \u2013 different areas of legal practice, and so on. So\u2026<\/em>\u201d She cleared her throat again, still staring down at my desk.<\/p>\n

I idly thought that I had never heard her so inarticulate.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, if you wanted to switch to be one of the partner\u2019s assistants, you know,<\/em>\u201d she glanced at me, \u201cto keep up with, um, your own interests, I\u2019d understand. I\u2019ll give you first choice<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

I blinked, my mind trying to follow all that. First choice? First choice of what, now?<\/p>\n

She looked at me now, those brown eyes as uncertain as I\u2019d ever seen them. \u201cI mean, I\u2019d like you to stay my assistant \u2013 we\u2019re, um, so used to each other and all \u2013 but I wouldn\u2019t want to hold back your career. I know you must not want to be an assistant forever.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

For the first time in several minutes \u2013 all right, I\u2019ll admit it, in several months \u2013 my mind actually grasped what was going on. \u201cYou\u2026want me\u2026to stay,<\/em>\u201d I stammered, sounding like an idiot.<\/p>\n

It was her turn to blink. \u201cOf course<\/em>,\u201d she said as if it had never been in question. I tried to keep my lower lip from actually hitting the desk. Not only had I realized what was going on, I had realized just how much of an idiot I\u2019d been.<\/p>\n

My mind raced. I had three concerns \u2013 one, finding a way to say yes that didn\u2019t make me sound like a lovesick fool; two, trying to comprehend my luck; and three, trying to recover something resembling dignity. \u201cI think\u2026we work pretty well together<\/em>,\u201d I stammered finally. \u201cI\u2019d like to stay.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled a brilliant smile \u2013 a smile that, I noticed dimly, didn\u2019t seem like that hard, professional smile I\u2019d seen so many times. \u201cGood. Glad to hear it<\/em>.\u201d She tapped the blueprints on the desk, getting up and walking toward her office. Then she turned back. \u201cOh, by the way<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

My head jerked back up from where I had been staring blankly at the desk, having failed totally to pull my thoughts into anything like coherency. \u201cWhat?<\/em>\u201d I blurted out.<\/p>\n

\u201cA client was referred to me from London<\/em>,\u201d she explained. \u201cHe lives there, even though his business is here, and he deals with a lot of different law firms. He\u2019s looking for an advocate to consolidate all of his different legal issues together so that he doesn\u2019t have to monitor it all himself.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0She ran a hand through her braids. \u201cI thought it would be an interesting challenge. I\u2019m heading to London next week to meet with him a few times.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Her eyes met mine.\u00a0\u201cHe\u2019s paying, so I figured you might like a bit of a vacation too.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds wonderful,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I said immediately, my mind having, for once, not betrayed me. In fact, it was now running in overdrive, having already leapt to an image that I had experienced earlier.<\/p>\n

A hotel bed would fit that image just fine.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cAll right, I could definitely get used to this,\u201d Cleo murmured from the next table over. I nodded, sighing in relaxation. The masseuses continued their work, kneading the long flight out of our tired muscles. Both of us were covered with towels, while the pleasant, silent women worked on our shoulders and necks.<\/p>\n

Eventually, as they finished, folded up their tables, and left, each of us sat up, wrapping the towels around ourselves, stretching out newly relaxed muscles and testing for any trace of the soreness from sitting in one place for far too many hours.<\/p>\n

Cleo sighed, looking around the hotel suite \u2013 this was mine since my room had the table and office area around which we would be working while here in London. Cleo\u2019s room was on a different floor, and since I would be the only one doing much paperwork here, this arrangement had seemed logical. It also fit into my plans perfectly. The massages had been my suggestion.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you think of him?<\/em>\u201d Cleo asked. We had met briefly with the new client right after we landed \u2013 he had been waiting at our hotel, eager to meet the consultant who had been glowingly recommended to him. Cleo had impressed the man immediately. Personally, I thought he was dull and not quite smart, but I wouldn\u2019t have to deal with him much anyway.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was\u2026interesting,<\/em>\u201d I murmured politely, tying my towel off and starting to unpack my things as Diane vanished briefly into the bathroom.<\/p>\n

She was chuckling when she came out. \u201cInteresting would be being nice<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

We exchanged a quick grin.<\/p>\n

She chuckled again. \u201cHe\u2019s dull as a flat beer, but it\u2019s good business for us, and his enterprises back home are complex enough that keeping it all straight should be interesting \u2013 even if he\u2019s not.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

I laughed, still unpacking, unable to help a glance or two at her long, firm legs, visible beneath her towel. Several images flashed through my head. \u201cThank you for the massage, by the way,<\/em>\u201d I said then.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy pleasure,<\/em>\u201d she grinned. \u201cHe\u2019s picking up the whole tab anyway. We might as well enjoy it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded, looking away from her as she crossed the room to retrieve her clothes.<\/p>\n

\u201cCleo<\/em>?\u201d I asked softly.<\/p>\n

She looked over questioningly.<\/p>\n

I looked at her now. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t get a chance to help you\u2026prepare for meeting him.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

She blinked. \u201cOh, um, that\u2019s all right, it wasn\u2019t really a meeting, he just wanted to introduce himself<\/em>.\u201d Her voice was casual, as if I were referring to preparations like note-taking or copying down bullet points for a presentation.<\/p>\n

\u201cStill<\/em>,\u201d I pressed slightly, looking away and shrugging. \u201cIf the massage wasn\u2019t quite enough, or whatever, you know\u2026\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I had decided, through several long, agonizing hours of thought and debate on the plane, to make this attempt. I was deliberately giving her a graceful way out, though.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s\u2026a fair point<\/em>,\u201d I heard her say.<\/p>\n

I looked over at her. Our eyes met.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have another meeting today, though,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she said then.<\/p>\n

I nodded, pursing my lips, making my voice intentionally clinical. \u201cWell, no. I\u2019d be making up for earlier, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

She nodded slowly. \u201cThat\u2019s true\u2026<\/em>\u201d She leaned down, massaging one leg slightly. \u201cMy legs do still feel a little tense,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she admitted.<\/p>\n

I tried not to smile at her, keeping that clinical expression. \u201cIt\u2019s not as though you\u2019d just be\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, of course not,\u201d she said hurriedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt would just be making up for earlier<\/em>,\u201d I said again.<\/p>\n

She nodded even more slowly. \u201cThat\u2019s righ<\/em>t.\u201d She started to walk past me, toward the chair, but I stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, turning to face me. Her eyes widened, and I walked her backward toward the wide bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we\u2019ve been sitting enough today,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0I murmured softly.<\/p>\n

She nodded, sighing with a little smile, the tension broke slightly. \u201cI\u2019ll say<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled encouragingly, and she sat on the bed, leaning back onto her elbows.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not going to be all that comfortable,<\/em>\u201d I said quietly, gently lifting her legs onto the bed, subtly pressing her backward, and she wriggled until that pressure stopped \u2013 and she was laying right in the middle of the bed, her head and shoulders on the pillows.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better,<\/em>\u201d I sighed, sliding between her legs. I nuzzled my face between her thighs, feeling them part slightly \u2013 but the towel prevented them from opening very far.<\/p>\n

She seemed to draw away slightly as my fingers found the edge of the towel \u2013 but I wasn\u2019t stopping. \u201cI can\u2019t get my head under here,<\/em>\u201d I murmured reasonably, not looking up at her but just craning my mouth as close to her as I could, breathing warmly on her mound, just out of sight beneath the soft white towel.<\/p>\n

Cleo shuddered, her legs pressing open, and now she did not fight as I reached up to untie her towel, opening it gently, keeping my eyes on her legs. Everything in my body screamed to look up at her \u2013 this was finally my chance to see her completely bare for me \u2013 but I wanted her to surrender first.<\/p>\n

She blogs at\u00a0https:\/\/purpleandposh.wordpress.com\/<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n