“I’m here on business,” Chiffon said, gliding her frame into the chair opposite Cindy’s desk. She was wearing a micro-mini, showing off her long legs. Her tan was partly from the sun and partly from the ultraviolet lights the model kept in her apartment. Her thin lips glistened redly, and the trace of green eyeshadow around her jade-green eyes made them seem bigger than they were. She was beautiful, seemingly unapproachable. She had small breasts, but they were firm and sensitive. They were outlined clearly by the sheer, gold blouse she was wearing.
“I guessed that,” Cindy said. She put her elbows on the desk and leaned forward slightly. Her blonde hair slid from behind her shoulders and outlined her oval face.
“It’s that stupid bitch, Brenda,” Chiffon breathed. Her voice was husky and tinged with sex. She fairly reeked of sexual passion. A lot of men had been after her for years, but Chiffon was particular. She liked her men young, thin and muscular.
“What now?” Cindy asked. She didn’t know what was coming, but she expected it was another of the many in-fights that she’d come to know after three years in the designing business, and having to deal with models all the time.
“She insists that she’s the top model here,” Chiffon sniffed. Her eyes filled with tears, but never overflowed. It would have mussed her makeup.
“That’s stupid,” Cindy said. “You know better than that; I’ve told you enough times you’re my best model.”
“But you’ve never proved it,” Chiffon said, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward slightly.
Cindy sat back in the thick, comfortable chair, and mused for a second. “What do you mean?”
“It seems that Brenda says that you and her have had a little fun now and then,” Chiffon said, her eyes suddenly clear of tears and quite bright.
Cindy fumed inwardly. That stupid idiot Brenda! she thought to herself. Don’t I have enough problems? She admitted to herself that she had taken advantage of Brenda’s voracious sexual appetite in the last six months to take the edge of her own desires. It had been harmless, and had nothing to do with modeling careers. Brenda was a good model, but would never be a top star. And now Chiffon was jealous! Cindy realized.
“We’ve had a few tumbles,” Cindy said softly.
“How come you never thought to ask me?” Chiffon asked.
Cindy thought for a moment, and then shrugged. “You were still involved with Tony at the time,” Cindy said.
Chiffon looked shocked. “You mean it was that long ago?”
Cindy smiled to herself. Yes, it had been quite a time ago. And if she hadn’t fucked her brother last night, she’d be about ready for another round with Brenda, too. “Well, I’ve been busy.”
“You can never be too busy for sex,” Chiffon said, wide-eyed. She licked her lips, leaving an enticing trail of moisture.
“You’re right,” Cindy smiled. She got to her feet and began to unbutton her yellow shirt. She glanced at the door, noting with a wry grin that Chiffon had already locked it.
Chiffon smiled broadly and got to her feet. She carefully zipped open the back of her gold blouse and slid it from her shoulders. Her small tits sprang free. She undid her short skirt, letting it fall to her feet. She was wearing a pair of sheer pantyhose, and the dark tangle of hair between her legs told Cindy’s darting eyes that Chiffon wasn’t a natural blonde. Chiffon glanced over to the nude body Cindy was exposing to her gaze, and she felt all gooey inside. She really had the hots for her boss.
Cindy pulled her pants free of her hips, and her blonde pubic thatch was instantly revealed. She hadn’t worn any underclothing at all today, and her heavy tits swung free as she pushed the pants past her shapely hips and to her ankles. She stepped free of them. She stood proudly naked behind her desk. She walked calmly over to the couch, and sat down on its long, low surface. The presence of the thin, nubile body of her top model was making her very horny.
Chiffon walked quickly to join her boss on the couch as soon as she had shed the pantyhose. Cindy reached out with her hands and cupped Chiffon’s face.
Both of their cunt slits were already flowering open, exposing the pink innerfolds. Chiffon reached out and felt the smooth surface of Cindy’s full tits, and then let her hands slide down her boss’ side. She let her fingers glide slowly over the wide flare of the other woman’s shapely hips, and across the firm buttocks. Chiffon leaned close and kissed Cindy’s throat gently, softly. She let her lips glide down the warm skin to Cindy’s big tits. She had wanted to taste them ever since she’d seen them free of the shirt. She took one of the thick nipples into her hot, warm, moist mouth, and let her tongue swirl around the tip.
“Oooooohhhhh!” Cindy moaned. She let her hands tangle in the blonde locks of the model. Her hands then traced a path down across the other woman’s shoulders, and past her thin sides. She gripped Chiffon’s boyish hips, and was reminded for a moment of Jimmy. She really had come to love her brother’s body, and she’d only played with him last night.
Chiffon relished the salty, tart taste of Cindy’s sweat-coated tits. She maneuvered her hands back from her boss’ ass and then across the top of her thighs and between Cindy’s legs. The blonde thatched mound was gaping open, and the pink maw glistened wide, eager for the stiff, gouging fingers that Chiffon stuffed into it.
“Lean back,” Chiffon said as she drew her head away from Cindy’s breasts.
Cindy nodded and released her caressing hold on Chiffon’s hips and lay back on the long couch. She had plenty of room, for the couch was wide, also. There was ample room for the two women. She closed her eyes, readying herself to relish the exquisite feelings that would be flooding her mind shortly. She was really horny, and needed the release.
Chiffon smiled as she reached down and spread open the petals of Cindy’s cunt. She stared down at the delectable sight and licked her lips as she brought her head down between the widespread legs. Her own body was quivering with burning lust, and the heady aroma filling her nostrils was almost too much to bear. She flicked her tongue out and let the tantalizing taste of the other woman’s lubricating fluids fill her mouth. She lapped and sucked and slurped at the pink slit between Cindy’s legs. Chiffon was aware of her own need, and began to maneuver. She stepped off the couch, without breaking her contact with Cindy’s cunt, and swung her body around, creating delicious sensations for her boss.
“Ggggoooooodddd!” Cindy groaned. She wanted to grip Chiffon’s head and stuff her face as hard as she could against her snatch, but she opened her eyes and saw the model maneuvering.
Cindy smiled, and waited. Soon, Chiffon had placed one of her knees just beside Cindy’s head and then the other knee was placed on the other side of her head. Cindy stared up at the black-thatched crotch above her. She twisted and the two of them were lying on their sides. Cindy had her head resting on one of Chiffon’s thighs and she quickly jerked forward, mashing her mouth against the hair-covered slit of Chiffon’s cunt.
Chiffon had been momentarily shaken by the superior strength of Cindy, but when she found she was lying on one of Cindy’s legs, and still in contact with Cindy’s honey hole, she was content. She immediately concentrated her lickings upon the stiff-standing nubbin of Cindy’s clitoris.
Chiffon let her raspy tongue rub over the sensitive duster of nerve endings, causing the other woman to moan and jerk slightly. Chiffon was lost in the heat of the moment. She concentrated upon her objective while at the same time relishing the feelings of delicious delight electrifying her own loins.
Cindy gripped the boyish asscheeks of Chiffon and let her tongue spear into the crease between Chiffon’s long legs. The hair of her loins tickled Cindy’s nose, but she paid no attention to that. She ran her oral muscle up and down between the moist slit, drawing little involuntary twitches of joy from Chiffon’s long, lean, tanned body. The model’s thighs pressed into the sides of Cindy’s head in a spasm of lust.
The sound of sexual excitement and lustful lickings filled the office. Everyone else in the organization was busy, so no one would even know of the episode unless one of the women decided to reveal that it had happened.
Cindy could feel her insides starting to ache as the tension built up to the breaking point. The electric tingle of her clit grew stronger and stronger, and her mind began to burn with the need for orgasm. Before she was quite ready, the smashing climax roared over her. She clamped her legs tightly upon Chiffon’s head, holding the model a delighted prisoner between her fleshy thighs. The tanned flesh of Chiffon contrasted with the cream-white skin of Cindy. Cindy jerked and moaned and could feel the liquid gush from her hole in a rush that shook her. She had pulled her head from between Chiffon’s thighs momentarily as she concentrated upon her own orgasm.
“Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!” Cindy moaned loudly.
