Lesbian office worker willing to pay to lick a milfs pussy

The cubes at work were in an uproar that day. Chatter and giggles could be heard throughout the office as Dilara, the 25 year old blonde bombshell intern, strolled down the aisle, her pert breasts bouncing with each step. She had a look of pure mischief in her ocean blue eyes.

Dilara approached Linda, the 40-something department head with a reputation for being a hard ass. Linda was known for her pinstripe suits, severe bun, and no nonsense attitude. The young Intern stopped at her desk with a sideways smirk.

“Mrs. Johnson, I was wondering if I could speak to you privately in your office for a moment?” Dilara batted her long lashes.
Linda looked up from her paperwork with a sigh. “Oh Lord, what have you done now, Miss?” But she stood up and followed the vixen to the private space.

Once the door shut behind them, Dilara made her move. She slinked up to the sterner woman and ran her fingers through Linda’s neatly coiffed hair. “The real question is, Ms. Johnson, is what can you do for me?” Dilara purred.

Before Linda could respond, Dilara brought her lips to the woman’s ear and whispered huskily, “I’ll pay anything to taste that pussy of yours.”

Linda sucked in her breath, her eyes widening in shock at the bold proposition. “Have you lost your mind, girl? I’m old enough to be your mother!” she sputtered.

“Not my mom,” Dilara winked impishly. “Just a milf with a perfect set of folds I’m dying to devour.”

Linda swallowed hard, caught between indignation and arousal at the outrageous request. She could feel her heart rate kicking up a notch as Dilara tweaked a nipple through her shirt.

“Now be a dear and bend over that desk for me. The whole office can wait an hour for their boss,” Dilara commanded seductively.

Linda found herself obeying like a puppet on a string. She sashayed over to the desk, mimicking Dilara’s sway, and bent at the waist, propping her elbows on the polished wood. Her anticipated mystery was thrilling.

The younger woman wasted no time hiking up Linda’s pencil skirt and sliding her practical pantyhose down to her ankles. She traced her fingers up Linda’s stockinged legs, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Dilara sank gracefully to her knees and admired the sight of her conquest’s lightly furred, dewy pussy presented before her like a delectable offering.

Linda bit her knuckle in anticipation. She’d had partners prance all over her tongue, but this was a first – a hot young thing hungrily requesting to taste her tired old snatch. Thrilling!

“You’re so wet already,” Dilara remarked appreciatively. She surprised Linda by delivering a loud, sloppy lick straight up the middle. “Mmm, and I’m only getting started.” The young vixen put her mouth on Linda’s muff and started tongue-fucking her mercilessly.

“Oooohhh!” Linda moaned loudly, unable to hold back. The shockingly skillful refute between her legs had her seeing stars.

Dilara eat her out eagerly, lapping and suckling Linda’s dripping folds like her life depended on it. She wiggled her cute nose in the older woman’s thatch of curls before zeroing in on her aching clit. Dilara flicked it with the point of her tongue, making Linda whimper and buck her hips.

“Oh fuck, baby! That feels so good!” Linda encouraged breathily. “Jesus, you’re relentless!”

Emboldened, Dilara stuck her tongue deep in Linda’s hole and thrust, imitating the rhythm of copulation. Linda gasped, seized with a fever pitch of pleasure, and Dilara smirked. She could already tell she was going to make this uptight milf her own personal fucktoy.

Dilara continued her delicious assault, sucking Linda’s clit between her lips and whipping it with the tip of her tongue. The sights, sounds, and tastes of the gorgeous woman’s arousal were intoxicating. She felt heady and powerful, playing Linda like a fiddle.

“Mmm I’m so close! Ahhhh! Oooohhhh!” Linda threw her head back and howled like a she-wolf in heat. Dilara eyed her in awe, transfixed by the pleasure she wrought. The young vixen gave her red-hot button one last thrust and Linda seized, trembling and wailing through a bone-deep, toe-curling orgasm.

After riding out her waves, Linda slumped over the desk, her entire body thrumming in satisfaction. Her well-licked snatch wept with juices, her lips and cheeks flushed from screaming her release. Dilara rose with a satisfied smile, slowly licking her fingers clean.

“That’s just a taste of the exploding pleasure I can offer you, milf,” Dilara promised wickedly, straightening her clothes. “And you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be back for seconds.” With a wink, she sauntered out, leaving a quivering, red-faced Linda to compose herself.

When Linda got back to work, the other employees played it cool but she could feel their envious looks. No doubt Dilara’s licks had been loud enough to carry through the cubicle walls. Well, they’d just have to wait their turns, because from now on, Linda’s pussy belonged to Dilara!