Jean Kim took a handful of Altoids out of her desk drawer and poured them into her mouth. Her breath required some freshening. She stayed quiet for a moment to make sure she could hear no footsteps approaching her door. Then she quickly pulled a flask from her bottom drawer and washed down the mints with a sip of bourbon. She winced as the powerful tastes mixed in her throat.
Jean picked up a few papers from her desk and stared at the text. She liked to give the illusion that she was working when someone came in. She felt that it set a good example. She sighed as she finally heard footsteps approach the door. Missy Crawford peeked into the ajar door and, upon seeing her boss was indeed in the room, entered the office.
"You wanted to see me?" Missy asked.
"Close the door," Jean said, without looking up from her papers. The door locked as Missy closed it. Missy sat down. She looked nice today. She had applied a bit of blush and was wearing lipstick, unlike many days on which she didn't feel like putting forth the effort to apply makeup. If Missy grew her hair out, learned some makeup tips, and wore a skirt, she could look gorgeous. But Missy decided a long time ago that the American standards for feminine beauty were meant to appeal to the male sex alone and would not serve her purposes. And she liked her own distinctive style. It was nice.
Subsequently, her modest office appearance couldn't compare to the business sex tiger Jean Kim. Jean's curves and her revealing, tight-fitting suit would made her look like the office slut in this month's copy of Stuff Magazine were it not for the obvious expense of the red pinstriped suit that toned down the sexual aura that Jean exuded today. Thus coworkers were stunned by Jean's appearance today and they didn't really know why. Chanel was very good to Jean.
Missy was quiet, knowing Jean would eventually tell her what this meeting was all about. She was right. Jean put down her papers, folded her arms on her desk and looked at Missy.
"Missy, I want to congratulate you again on bagging the Stetson account. We appreciate the hard work you have put in over the last quarter. You truly are one of our most talented employees." Jean stood up and faced her window, her back to Missy.
"I know for some time we have been promising to give your a raise. But I regret to inform you that we just don't have the resources at this moment to increase your pay." Jean turned around and looked directly at her employee. "Rest assured, SynDyn will do everything in its power to ensure your satisfaction in the workplace." Missy smiled politely, wondering if Jean was wrapping up or just getting started.
Jean walked over to Missy, bent over slightly, and asked softly, "Well? Is there anything we can do to ensure your satisfaction?" Jean was just getting started. Her sweet breath caught Missy's nose's attention. And at that moment, Missy noticed Jean's flowing hair, her beautiful face, her sexy suit that showed off her shapely body, and her lovely aroma. They spoke of true feminine beauty.
Missy, quite nervous and a little uneasy, responded quietly, "Um, nope." Jean then fell upon Missy's lips.
Jean's approach worked well. All Missy could think about for the last part of Jean's speech was how much she wanted to rip off Jean's clothes and let her hands run wild over her boss's body. Instead, she now sunk into Jeans warm embrace, letting Jean explore the contours and crevices of her warming body.
Jean sucked Missy's mouth as she expertly unbuttoned Missy's blouse, reached into the blouse to unhook her bra, and tossed the strapless bra on the office floor carelessly. Missy's heaving tits were small, definitely smaller than hers. She wondered why Missy even wore a bra. However, what they lacked in size, they made up for in softness and smoothness. Jean moved her hungry mouth to a more appetizing part of Missy.
"Jean," Missy moaned as Jean sucked her nipples. "Jean, I didn't know..." Jean wanted to stop and explain herself, but then she would lose her nerve and Missy would lose the mood. While a man might enjoy a good blowjob for no reason at all, women required a bit more.
She continued sucking Missy's breasts. Jean, although straight, often thought about women's breasts. She didn't understand it, but the thought of a well-shaped breast got her as aroused as the sight of a hard cock tenting a man's underwear. Jean got a little moist sucking on Missy.
Jean unbuttoned and unzipped Missy's pants as Missy slid down into the chair. Jean slowly glanced at Missy's crotch, half-expecting to see her dykish employee wearing men's underwear. If Missy had been wearing boxers or men's briefs, Jean would have been forced to give up this charade, but fortunately Missy was wearing her cotton panties, which Jean removed with gusto.
Missy whined in utter pleasure when Jean stuck her tongue in her pussy. It had been a long time and she was glad her beautiful Asian boss was the one who was breaking her dry run. Missy twisted her body in the amazing oral grip that Jean Kim had Missy in. She felt close.
Jean licked absent-mindedly, ignoring the musky yogurty taste of pussy. It probably wasn't any worse than a man's cum, she reasoned. She varied between long broad strokes and penetrating the vagina with a rolled-up tongue, something Jean always enjoyed whenever she had the opportunity to bury a man's face between her thighs. She suddenly looked up when she felt Missy bucking and sweating profusely between her lower thighs. Missy trembled, biting her lower lip. Missy was about to cum. Jean knew she had little to do to push Missy over the edge. Jean employed her tongue at this task with a furious intensity for a couple of minutes, but curiously enough, Missy's condition didn't change. Jean backed away from Missy's cunt to let her jaw rest.
"I can't," Missy mumbled, "...I can't unless someone..." Jean understood immediately.
"I used to be the same way," Jean confessed with a smile. Jean grabbed a pencil off of her desk and pushed it eraser-first into Missy's butthole.
"Hhhu...," gasped Missy. "That's not what I meant," she said, with some discomfort.
"Oh," Jean apologized. Jean pulled the No. 2 out of Missy's ass.
"I meant, I can't cum unless someone kisses me," said Missy. Jean smiled, a little embarrassed, and leaned over Missy.
"Now, try to be very quiet," Jean instructed, dipping her fingers into Missy. She anticipated that Missy might be a screamer. Missy squirmed and Jean kissed her lips, wiping Missy's own pussy juices on her face and in her mouth. Jean assumed Missy was in too much in ecstasy to care that her mouth was being filled with her own juices, but the truth was that Missy got off on tasting herself. Missy's face turned red from this passionate, pussy-licious kiss. "Be very quiet," Jean whispered.
Missy came.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Dan suddenly looked up. He asked his co-worker Dave, "Did you hear that?"
Dave stared back blankly. "Even my customer on hold heard that one, Dan."
Back in Jean's office, Missy finally stopped screaming.
"Jesus Christ, Missy," Jean commented. Missy just panted in response, catching her breath as cunt juice ran down her thighs.
Missy redressed and told Jean she really had to get back to work. Before leaving, she winked at Jean as she said, "See you later, Jean."
"Fuck," Jean said. Missy had the wrong idea about her sexuality. She smacked her lips and picked a hair off of her tongue. "Ew." With the taste of pussy still in her mouth, Jean felt the need to suck on a nice, hard cock. She considered calling Dan back into her office, but quickly dismissed that idea.
Leaving the office, she told her secretary, "I'm going out for a smoke. I'll be back in the few." She headed to the nearby Denny's restroom to go diddle her clit while fantasizing about two men fingercuffing her. Jean felt a slightly guilty about taking a "smoke break" to pet the oyster. One of these days she was going to have to actually take up smoking.