Paganini's Tale, chapter 14

As soon as she saw the envelope on her desk, she knew it wasn't
part of the morning's mail. Pale white, like all envelopes, but
there was no window with the firm's name in it, nor any return
address.
   Simply "Alice" on the front, in block letters
indistinguishable from that anybody else would make.
Impersonal, untraceable. She felt excitement burble in her
stomach in anticipation.
   Maddy had already returned from her break, and was sitting
engrossed in updating the computer records. Alice knew that
Madeline would soon find out what was inside the letter. After
their session of lovemaking days ago, the two were now secret-
sharers.
   For Alice, some friends were chat-partners, others were
philosophy-traders, and the last, rare category was that which
Maddy now fell into.
   Oddly enough, she and Alice hadn't much altered their
behavior from the aftereffects of intimacy. Perhaps a few more
touches, but not anything illicit. They smiled more now, had
more warmth in their voices, but neither, as far as Alice could
see, expected an affair to develop from the interlude.
   It was as if the sex they shared had been time out of time,
separate from the events of mundane reality. Something like
what she felt with the man she was fucking--or being fucked by,
she corrected herself.
   The <separateness> was what surprised her. Before the last
week, sex had been an extension of the everyday. Now, even with
Larry, she was able to be sexual in some manner that had no
necessary connection to any routine she could recognize, and so
seemed to have no effect on her self-definition.
   And Maddy seemed the same way. They might make love again,
and Alice thought she might start it next time; she longed to
taste Maddy's honey again, to savor the sultry sweetness
lingeringly, sucking on her slick clitoris, lapping at the
folded interiors of her soft cunt.
   But wanting to eat her didn't mean that Alice had to touch
her, or speak romantically to her. All Alice felt required to
do was be herself. It was refreshing.
   Just a it was refreshing to know that with easy intimacy,
when Alice had read the new instructions, she could show the
letter to her and laugh with shared knowledge; even with shared
anticipation, since Maddy would also hear the details as well.
   The last time Alice had been only slightly graphic, growing
increasingly so as it became clear that Maddy was enjoying it.
She had felt a bit excited by using words like "thick cock" and
"tits" and "aching cunt," and looked forward to trying out many
more when she regaled Maddy, like Scheherezade, with the juicy
tale of her <tete-a-tete>.
   With a steady hand she reached for her letter opened and slit
the seam of the envelope. Inside was a typed note:

  "You will go to Sears at 3:00 today. Walk through the lingerie,
  touch the fine silk, stroke the sleek softness made to excite
  the skin's nerves. Imagine yourself in them, being watched by
  ten men, undressing slowly, sensuously, in a strip tease for
  their eyes alone, without embarassment, without fear, a
  striptease in each of those silks, ten times, and each time you
  imagine it in a particular garment, I want you to touch that
  garment to one private place on your body. Imagine the men
  invading that spot, with fingers, cock, and tongue.
     Then go to the men's department at 3:24. At the suit rack, go
  to the corner without the mirror. Investigate a suit in the
  corner. Do not turn around when I approach you.
     You will be directed from there."

   Alice dropped the note on her desk. She looked at the desk
clock: another hour until she got off, at noon.
   "Maddy," she said, surprising herself. "Have lunch with me. I
want to eat you."
   Madeline looked up expectantly, as if Alice would laugh at
the Freudian slip. She didn't. When Madeline realized that, her
full lips curled into a smile.
   "I'll get myself prepared," she said, licking her lips and
bringing a hand from the keyboard up to her left breast. She
gave it a squeeze. Then she saw the note open in front of
Alice.
   "A hot letter?"
   "Another set of instructions from my mystery lover," Alice
replied. "He's directing my fantasies now. I think he'll be
watching."
   "Watching where? Doing what?" Then Maddy laughed. "Not to
pry, or anything."
   "Just a moment, and I'll tell you." She pushed a button on
her phone. "Jerry, this is Alice. Maddy and I will be taking an
early lunch if that's all right. We're caught up on today's
work, and I stayed late yesterday..." She nodded to the
receiver. "Oh, and I'll be locking the door, since we're both
out. Can't be too careful." She nodded again.
   Then she wrote a quick note saying "M and A are at lunch.
Back 12:15. She took a slip of scotch tape and taped it to the
door, glancing into the hall to see that nobody would see her,
then locked the door from the inside.
   "Now we can eat in peace," Alice grinned. She could hardly
believe they were her own words coming out of her mouth. But it
felt right. "Take off your shirt. Let me see those pretty tits
of yours."
   Maddy looked surprised, but began undoing her buttons. "My,
but that man must have awakened a tigress." She pulled off the
blouse, and arched her back to unsnap her bra; when the hooks
came loose, her melons sprang free, and she slipped the straps
down her long arms.
   Alice was topless now too, and as excited by her own bravado
as by the eroticism of the scene. Brazen, she thought to
herself. Outright whorishness. I love it.
   She felt lucky to have someone like Maddy to be whorish with,
who she could trust not to mind, or laugh. Maddy had the same
streak of detached sensualism that had indeed been awakened in
Alice over the last week. It made her an almost perfect
officemate.
   Alice pinched her nipples, pulling out, making her skin tight
as a tent's. As if offering them to Maddy as she approached.
She kicked off her shoes.
   "Stand up now," Alice said, and Maddy complied, smiling,
clearly enjoying being told what to do. Her face spoke of both
amusement and arousal. It was new to her, but that newness only
made it more tittilating.
   "Move away from the desk," Alice told her. "Now take off
that skirt, and unroll those nylons. I want to be able to get
at your cunt while I tell the story."
   Madeline followed her instructions to the letter. She stood
buck naked in the fluorescent light, legs slightly spread, arms
to her side. The slight dew of nookfluids sparkled on her pubic
hair.
   "Now take off my skirt for me. I am wearing no underwear.
Once my skirt is removed, I want to you to breathe hotly on my
cunt, without touching it, while I begin to tell you the
fantasies I'll have."
   Slowly, sinuously, Maddy moved across the floor. Her hands
reached out, shaking slightly, wending their way through the
air toward the belt that held Alice's skirt to her hips. Still
Alice massaged her own tits, and Maddy kept her eyes on them.
Her breathing was already deep and quick.
   "Yes," Madeline murmured, "I want to smell your cunt, breathe
on it, then when the sap is running, I want to lap at your
twat, tell me how to tongue you, order my mouth around your
creamy darkness."
   Maddy was on her knees now, talking directly to Alice's cunt.
With all her fingers, like kneading bread dough, Alice massaged
her breasts. "Yes, I will tell you. Stretch your tongue out,
but don't touch. Lap the air like you would my folds. Show me
your technique."
   While Maddy tongued her imaginary cunt not more than an inch
from her real one, Alice began her tale:
   "My lover directs me to Sears, where I am to go immediately
to Lingerie and begin my fantasies. Ten times I will pick up a
negligee and imagine taking it off for a different man.
   The first is a black silky thing, frills around my
collarbones, frills around my cunt, sheer around my tits." She
reached down, put her fingers in Maddy's hair, and clenched her
fingers together. "Now do the same to my hot cunt. I need a
tongue flicking there."
   She leaned back against the desk, feeling the sharp corner
against the flesh of her buttocks. Maddy inched forward, still
on her knees. She looked up past Alice's tits. "Does mistress
wish to tie her slave's hands?"
   Stifling her surprise, Alice smiled. "A good suggestion, my
sweet slave. One moment."
   She retrieved Maddy's nylons. Maddy's hands were behind her
back. With a few deft wraps, then one around the middle, and a
neat bow, Maddy's hands were bound. Alice felt a surge of
adrenaline as she saw Maddy's aroused submission. Naked knees
on the carpeted floor, she was trying to push her cunt down
onto the floor.
   Alice took her place again, leaning against the desk,
spreading her legs even wider. Maddy hungrily lunged at Alice's
crotch, her tongue slipping from hole to bud and back,
slathering her nether lips with saliva.
   Alice continued: "Yes, my sweet slut, suck on me, yes, stick
your tongue down deep, lap at it like a dripping ice cream
cone. Oh, yessss...
   "When I find my first negligee, I begin my fantasy, knowing
that my mystery lover's eyes are upon me from somewhere in the
store, and imagine his eyes as looking through the man in my
fantasy, a black pimp appraising a potential girl.
   "I shrug my shoulders out from the frilly straps, letting the
black silk gradually slide down the mountains of my tits. He
raises an eyebrow in healthy respect. These are tits that can
work, he thinks.
   "I hold them out for him to see, showing off the creamy
whiteness, the soft skin, the delicate wrinkles around my erect
nipples. I can see beneath the zipper of his tight pants that
even with all his experience with women, he is becoming
aroused.
   "He is tall, this black pimp in my mind, tall and lean, the
muscles well defined, smooth, his face is broad-cheeked, with
deep hollows. In his left nostril is a tiny gold ring, almost
invisible.
   "As the negligee moves lower, he thinks of running his tongue
about the roundness of my belly, homing in on my navel. His
prick is hardening, and I think it will be like he is, tall,
thin, well defined. I know I am getting to him, the tough
veneer is fading beneath his desire. He wants me, he wants this
white chick, and I let the black silk finally fall to the
floor.
   "My cunt is on fire, just like it is right now, my slave,
your tongue is velvet, suck me, ah, ah yes, suck on my clit
hard, yes, <hard,> ah, yes, yes...." And she grabbed Maddy's
hair and mashed her face against  her own cunt, rubbing
Madeline's lips hard against her lips. She could feel teeth;
she could see lightening inside her lids, and she came with a
wrenching groan.
   The smell of her juice was in the air, and strong on Maddy's
face as Alice took it in her hands to kiss her. Their lips met,
followed immediately by their narrow tongues, dancing,
parrying, like joyous swords.
   She broke the kiss, looked into Maddy's eyes. "Now lean over,
put your cheek on the carpet."
   Maddy closed her eyes, and nodded, angling over until her
face touched the floor. Her butt was in the air, her big jugs
rubbed against the rough carpeting, and her hands grasped at
nothing behind her back.
   Alice sat comfortably beside her, enjoying the mastery
completely. She didn't need to worry about positioning.
Whatever she wanted was what happened. It felt wonderful. By
doing exactly what she wanted, she knew Maddy would get exactly
what she wanted as well. The feeling was one of liberation.
   "The pimp will be unable to keep his hands off me, though I
make the time move slow. I prance around the chair he sits in
like a throne," she said, and put a hand on Maddy's rear end.
   Maddy back up to it, pushing her ass against Alice's hand.
Her fingertips began to trace the outlines of Maddy's cunt.
   "I wiggle my tight rear end toward him. He reaches out, but
can't touch yet. His shaft is ready to burst his tight black
pants, and I know it, and taunt him with it.
   "Take it out if you want, I say to him. Let me really show
you how hot I am. And so he does take it out. Long it is, the
veins like black rope curling around a dark flagpole. Stiff as
steel. I see it, and know I want it deep in my cunt, but will
make him want me even more.
   "I put a finger in my cunt in front of him," she continued,
pushing a finger into Maddy's heat. Maddy responded with a
whimpering moan.
   "I swirl it around, and tell him how much I want his cock. I
tell him my mouth is watering for it, that my tongue will bathe
it, smooth it, lick around the dark head until his spunk is
ready to shoot, and then I will consume him with my tunnel.
   "In a rage of lust, the black pimp leaps from the chair and
grabs me by the shoulders. He throws me down on the floor. His
pants are around his thighs, he doesn't have the patience to
take them off, he has to have me <now>, and so he roughly
spreads my legs and without waiting a minute more jams his
black cock into my cunt <hard!>
   Three of Alice's fingers thrust into the wet heat of Maddy's
cunny. Maddy arched her back involuntarily, letting out groan.
Alice's fingers pulled out, then shoved in, "and the black pimp
fucks me, hard, fast, his speed building, and I feel him in my
cunt deep, his black shaft is battering my cervix, punching the
far wall, going deep, I can practically feel him in my throat,
and faster he goes, and faster..."
   Her hand was a blur as her slick fingers machinegunned into
Maddy's fuckhole. "God!" Maddy cried, "Oh, godyes, oh, fuck me
you black motherfucker, stick it in, yes, you love it, you love
it don't you, my white flesh, fuck me, god, oh shit fuck me
harder you bastard, yes fuck me, fuck me now Aaah yess
AAAaaargh!" Maddy flopped up and down on the carpet, trying to
push herself into Alice's fingers even deeper, coming with a
power that amazed even Alice.
   With one last shove, Alice buried her fourth finger in Maddy,
and kept her hand there, still, tight, feeling Maddy's cunt
walls convulsing on her fingers and knuckles. Maddy shuddered
for what seemed like minutes, a ratcheting sound crackling from
her throat.
   Then Maddy went completely limp. Her breaths came in heaves,
and she toppled to the floor onto her side, knees brought up to
her tits. Alice took her fingers out, and Maddy, though
practically unconscious, let out a ragged sigh.
   After a moment of gentle strokes of Maddy's flanks, Alice
untied the bow of nylon binding Maddy's wrists. Madeline
smiled, and rolled on her back, one hand moving unconsciously
to her twat. Finally she opened her eyes.
   Her smile was broad. "And you say you have nine more of these
fantasies? I hope I can make it."
   They both laughed, and kissed gently. "I still haven't gotten
lunch yet," Alice said. "Stay there, my sweet friend, and let
me massage those battered lips of yours down below."
   As Alice's tongue began its wandering path down the inside of
Maddy's thighs, she wondered how she could have been doing what
was happening. Such a tale she had woven--if she hadn't said it
all out loud, she never would have admitted that she could have
such a fantasy.
   And to be able to keep it up while being eaten out by a
beautiful woman! Something had happened to her that she
couldn't name, something about her mind and her cunt, and about
getting laid in general. No longer an eyes-closed affair, she
thought to herself. It was now with open eyes, and open mouth,
and open cunt that she welcomed sex.
   Her tongue finally encountered what it was drooling for:
Maddy's come-sloppy cunt. Like the liquid center of a cherry
cordial, it oozed with sultry sweetness.
   Things certainly were different. But she wouldn't have them
any other way.