It had been a tumultuous week, but it was Thursday and the weekend was in sight. One of the account managers, whose named she unfortunately had missed had asked her to cross reference several documents related to contracts and deliverables. Not fun, not educational, but also not abnormal work for an intern. It was late in the afternoon and she was almost done. Her mind was completely fried from the mundane work and she was hopeful that the day would soon be over.
There was a quiet knock at her office door and a moment later, slowly swung open. As a woman stepped into the office, Kenna couldn’t help but notice the way the purple dress seemed to shimmer in the light, accentuating her curves and drawing attention to her chest. The woman’s confident stride and bright smile only added to her allure, making Kenna feel a little self-conscious about her own mundane intern attire. The woman’s glasses perched on the end of her nose, adding a touch of sophistication to her overall appearance. “Hi there,” the woman said, her voice husky and smooth, as she extended a manicured hand. Kenna took it, feeling a little intimidated by the woman’s poise and polish. “I’m so sorry to interrupt,” the woman continued, “but I was hoping to discuss something with you. My name is Marie. May I have a seat?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with interest as she waited for Kenna’s response.
Kenna’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she replied, “Sure, I’m almost done what I had planned to do today. So, I’m happy to help, any way I can.” The presence of a woman in her office was a welcome change, a refreshing respite from the men who had made her feel uncomfortable and taken advantage of her in ways she still struggled to comprehend. Marie, came around her desk and stood very close to her. Marie’s proximity was unsettling, yet intriguing, as she leaned against the edge of the desk, her gaze meeting Kenna’s. The angle was awkward, with Marie’s breasts spilling out of her purple dress, making it difficult for Kenna to focus on her face.
“How are things so far? They keeping you busy,” Marie said, her voice husky and confident.
Kenna’s response was laced with a hint of nervousness, “Yes, very much so. I’ve been working on these documents from, I’m sorry to say, I don’t remember his name. But I’m up for the challenge.”
Marie’s voice took on a knowing, almost conspiratorial tone as she spoke, “When I said busy, that wasn’t really what I meant. I assume Justin brought you in? Well, let’s just say, I’ve been in your shoes. I was the intern here three years ago. Justin gave me the offer, with some strings attached. Taking a look at you. Pretty blond girl, nice long legs, twinkling eyes, I’m sure there was some things he asked you to do. Things you never thought you would consider doing in your life. I assume you know what I’m talking about.”
Kenna’s eyes widened in a mix of shock, relief, and anger as she listened to Marie’s words, her mind reeling with the implications. She had thought she was alone, that she was the only one who had been subjected to unwanted advances, but Marie’s revelation made her realize that she was just one of many. The weight of this knowledge settled heavy in her chest, making it hard to breathe, as she struggled to process her emotions. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt a deep sense of sadness and frustration, knowing that she was not an isolated case, but rather part of a larger, more disturbing pattern.
Kenna’s voice was laced with confusion and concern as she asked, “I don’t know what to say. The last few days have not been what I was expecting. I never imagined anything like this. But I have to ask, why are you still here? If you were here three years ago as an intern, you have the name, why not move on?” She shook her head, trying to understand the complexities of Marie’s situation.
Marie’s expression turned introspective, her eyes clouding over as she began to explain, “Two words. Money and respect. Look, S&A is…not a good place for…a woman. I had so many moments, where I almost ran out of the building, ready to quit. But I didn’t. It has not been easy. But as time went on, it got better. S&A is the most respected advertising agency in this city. My friends don’t know what happens behind closed doors, but they constantly comment about how incredible it is that I work here. I just got my own apartment on 70th street. It doesn’t look at the park, but it’s nicer than anything my friends have. It’s been hard. Really fucking hard. But three years in, I’m seeing the results of my effort. That is actually why I’m here. I can imagine what you are going through. How fucked up you think this company is. I’m here to say, that as hard as it is to imagine, it will get better and it’s worth it.” Marie’s words were a mix of warning and encouragement, her tone a testament to the struggles she had faced and the resilience she had developed.
As Kenna’s emotions surged to the surface, she rose from her seat and enveloped Marie in a tight hug, her arms wrapping around her like a lifeline. The dam of pent-up feelings threatened to burst, and tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she whispered, “Thank you. This means so much to me.” The words tumbled out, barely audible, as she clung to Marie, finding solace in the unexpected connection. As they held each other, the weight of Kenna’s struggles seemed to lift, ever so slightly, and she felt a sense of comfort and solidarity wash over her. The hug was a silent understanding, an acknowledgment of the unspoken struggles they shared, and with each passing moment, Kenna felt a sense of peace settle in, as if she was no longer alone in her turmoil.
As Kenna stood there, wrapped in the warmth of their emotional connection, she couldn’t help but notice Marie’s hand slowly drifting downward, its gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. The hand came to rest on the curve of her buttocks, cradling it with an intimacy that made Kenna’s heart skip a beat. “Mmm…You have a really nice ass,” Marie whispered, her breath hot against Kenna’s ear, sending a tremor through her entire body. Kenna’s eyes widened in shock as she pulled back, her mind reeling with confusion. She looked at Marie, searching for answers, but before she could even process what was happening, Marie’s hands were on either side of her face, pulling her in for a passionate, loud kiss. Kenna’s world spun out of control as she stumbled backward, her lips still tingling from the unexpected kiss. Marie’s smile was wicked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as she licked her finger, the gesture seductive and teasing. With a playful hop, Marie skipped back to the door, locked it, and then turned to face Kenna, her eyes never leaving hers as she began to walk back towards her, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air like a challenge.
Marie’s hands closed around Kenna’s hips, her fingers wrapping around them like a possessive claim. Her eyes burned with an intense gaze, as if daring Kenna to look away. “I started at the bottom,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “I was used, abused, and broken. I left behind everything that mattered to me, including the girl I loved, all for the promise of making it big in this city. And you know what? I did it. I survived the darkest depths of S&A, and now I’m standing on the other side, victorious.” Her smile was a paradox, both captivating and terrifying, as she leaned in closer, her breath dancing across Kenna’s skin. “But now, it’s my turn. You’re my little intern, my plaything, my revenge. And payback is sweet, isn’t it?” The words dripped with a honeyed malice, as if Marie was savoring the taste of her own triumph. Her eyes gleamed with a fierce light, as if she was unleashing a long-held fury, and Kenna felt herself trapped in the midst of it, unsure whether to be drawn in or pushed away.
Marie’s hand glided down the front of Kenna’s blouse, her fingers deftly unbuttoning each one with a deliberate slowness. As the fabric parted, Marie’s hand slipped inside, pushing against Kenna’s bra with a gentle yet insistent pressure. Kenna’s eyes widened in shock, her mind frozen in uncertainty.
“I’ve…I’ve…I’ve,” Kenna stuttered, her words trailing off into incoherence.
“Never enjoyed another woman?” Marie whispered, her breath hot against Kenna’s ear. “Mmm, I’m going to love breaking you in.”
Marie’s fingers danced across Kenna’s bra, seeking out the front clasp. With a swift motion, she released the catch, and Kenna’s breasts spilled out into the open air. Marie’s gaze roved over Kenna’s chest, a look of satisfaction crossing her face.
“Mmm, so cute,” Marie purred. “Mine are better.” With a quick motion, Marie pulled down the sides of her dress, revealing a bra that struggled to contain her ample breasts. She reached back, unfastened the clasp, and let the bra fall to the floor with a soft click.
Marie’s hands closed around Kenna’s head, forcing her forward. “Lick my tits, you little thing,” she commanded, her voice low and husky. “I want you to be my pleasure toy.”
Kenna’s eyes fixed on Marie’s breasts, her gaze drawn to the areola and nipples. She had never been this close to another woman before, and her mind reeled with the unfamiliarity of it all.
“Open your mouth,” Marie hissed. “Lick my tits. Right now. Lick me.”
Kenna’s tongue darted out, tentative at first, as she began to lick Marie’s breast. It wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be, and she found herself comparing it to the other humiliating experiences she had endured over the past few days. This, at least, seemed almost tame by comparison. But as she looked up at Marie, she knew she was in uncharted territory. The memory of a drunken party in high school, where a girl had made a pass at her, flashed through her mind. She had escaped then, but now she was face to face with a woman who would not take no for an answer.
Marie’s hands grasped Kenna’s face, lifting it up until their lips were almost touching. “Listen carefully,” she whispered, her breath hot against Kenna’s skin. “For three long years, I’ve been used and discarded by selfish men who have no idea how to treat a woman. I’ve missed the sensation of a skilled tongue on my pussy, and I’m tired of relying on my vibrator for relief. From now on, when I want to come, it will be with your face between my legs, your tongue teasing my clit until I’m satisfied.”
Kenna’s eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling from the explicit words. She thought she had hit rock bottom, but Marie’s demands were dragging her down to a depth she never thought possible. Marie’s smile was wicked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark as she hiked up her long dress. With a swift motion, she pulled her panties down, letting them fall to the floor. Then, with a brazen confidence, she sat down on the edge of the desk, her naked lower half exposed to Kenna’s gaze.
When Marie pulled her dress up, Kenna’s eyes were drawn to the sight of Marie’s fully exposed pussy. She had seen few vulvas in her life, mostly fleeting glimpses in the gym or when friends were changing. But this was different. Marie’s pussy was right in front of her, completely shaved and glistening with anticipation. Kenna’s gaze was fixed on the swollen lips, which seemed to be protruding in expectation of her touch. Marie’s eyes never left Kenna’s face, her smile growing wider.
Marie’s hands grasped the back of Kenna’s head, her fingers intertwining in her hair as she forced Kenna’s face downward, towards the warm, inviting space between her legs. Kenna’s eyes widened in panic as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to Marie’s crotch, the scent of her arousal wafting up to tease her senses.
“Please, don’t make me do this,” Kenna begged, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I don’t want to do this.” She tried to pull away, but Marie’s grip was unyielding, holding her in place.
Marie’s snicker was low and husky, sending a shiver down Kenna’s spine. “Don’t worry, toy,” she purred. “I’ll teach you everything you need to know. You’ll learn to love pleasing me, to crave the feeling of my pussy on your tongue.”
As Kenna’s face drew closer to Marie’s vulva, she could see the swollen lips, the glistening wetness that coated them. She felt a surge of trepidation, her mind racing with the unfamiliarity of it all. But Marie’s hands held her firm, guiding her towards the waiting flesh.
“Start at the bottom,” Marie instructed, her voice dripping with sensual anticipation. “Kiss me up and down, tease me, you little toy. Make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”
Kenna’s eyes closed, her lips brushing against the soft, delicate skin of Marie’s vaginal lips. She gave tiny, tentative kisses, her nose filling with the musky scent of Marie’s arousal. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unfamiliar, and Kenna found herself wondering if she could really do this.
But Marie’s voice urged her on, demanding more. “Mmm…now lick me. Play with me. Show me what you’re made of, toy.” She already felt objectified, and being constantly called a toy did not help with her shame.
With a deep breath, Kenna stuck her tongue out, running it from the bottom to the top of Marie’s vulva. The sensation was both salty and sweet, not what she had expected, but somehow, it sparked a curiosity within her. She tried to keep her eyes closed, but had to open them to see where she was going, to navigate the uncharted terrain of Marie’s pussy.
As she licked, Marie’s hips began to shift, her body undulating with pleasure. “Go faster, deeper,” she demanded, her voice rising in excitement. “You aren’t committing, toy. Get in there, really fuck my pussy with your tongue. Make me come, and make it hard.”
Kenna’s tongue hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, but Marie’s hands guided her, pushing her deeper into the warm, wet flesh. She felt a surge of embarrassment, of shame, but it was tempered by a growing sense of curiosity, of wonder. What would it be like to make Marie come, to feel her body shudder with pleasure? And as she delved deeper, her tongue probing the depths of Marie’s pussy, Kenna realized that she was about to find out.
As Kenna’s face was buried in Marie’s pussy, she could feel the wetness dripping down her chin, her mouth and nose filled with the intoxicating scent of Marie’s arousal. She was trying her best to please, her tongue dancing across Marie’s vulva, searching for the perfect spot to drive her over the edge.
But before she could find it, Marie’s hands grasped her shoulders, pulling her up with a fierce intensity. Their lips crashed together, Marie’s tongue plunging deep into Kenna’s mouth, claiming her as her own. Kenna’s eyes widened in surprise, her mind reeling from the sudden shift in dynamics. She tried to push back, to assert some control, but Marie’s grip was unyielding, holding her in place.
As they kissed, Marie’s hands roamed Kenna’s body, groping her breasts with a lover’s passion. Kenna’s nipples hardened under her touch, her mind torn between the shame of being dominated and the thrill of being desired. The mixture of passion and control was intoxicating, messing with her mind in ways she couldn’t imagine.
Marie’s voice was a husky whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Toy, you are so hot,” she hissed. “You are going to make me come, and I’m going to come hard. I want you to get back down there and suck on my clit until I explode on your face. You’re used to sucking dick, right? Well, it’s time to learn how to please a woman. Go down, find my clit, and suck it like you would any guy. Make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”
Kenna’s face burned with shame and desire, her mind racing with the implications of Marie’s words. She had never done this before, never pleased a woman like this. But as she looked into Marie’s eyes, she saw a fierce hunger, a desire that couldn’t be denied. And with a sense of trepidation, Kenna knew she was about to take the plunge, to surrender to Marie’s desires and see where this wild ride would take her.
As Kenna’s head was pushed lower, she felt a mix of emotions swirling inside her. She was being humiliated, treated like a plaything, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny the growing arousal between her legs. Her body was betraying her, responding to the degradation with a twisted sense of desire. She wanted release, but didn’t know how to ask for it, or even if she should.
As she gazed at Marie’s vulva, she felt a sense of trepidation. She had explored her own body, knew the secrets of her own pleasure, but this was different. She wondered if every woman’s body was the same, if the sensitive spots were in the same place. Her past boyfriends had never quite found the right spot, had never made her feel like she was going to explode. But now, as she looked at Marie’s lips, she felt a sense of determination. She was going to make this happen, was going to find the spot that would drive Marie wild.
With a gentle touch, she parted Marie’s lips, exploring the soft folds of her skin. Marie groaned quietly, a low, husky sound that sent shivers down Kenna’s spine. She was doing something right, but she didn’t know what. She leaned forward, her tongue tentative, and started to lick the spot where she thought Marie’s clit might be. The response was immediate, Marie’s fingers tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.
“Mmm, toy, yes…” Marie moaned, her voice barely audible.
Kenna’s tongue danced across Marie’s skin, searching for the perfect spot. As she licked, she felt Marie’s thighs shifting, pushing forward, guiding her to the right spot. When she hit it just right, Marie’s grip on her hair tightened, pulling her deeper. It was like finding a hidden treasure, a secret spot that only she could see. Kenna’s confidence grew, her strokes becoming more confident, more insistent. She was finding the rhythm, the pace that would drive Marie to the edge.
With newfound confidence, Kenna took Marie’s earlier comment to heart and decided to go all in. She sucked on Marie’s clit with the same fervor and intensity she had once reserved for the men in her past. The reaction was instantaneous and explosive. Marie’s legs wrapped around Kenna’s head like a vice, pulling her deep into her folds. Kenna felt herself being suffocated, the air squeezed out of her lungs as Marie’s thighs constricted around her.
But Kenna was determined to see it through, to make Marie come no matter what. She continued to suck and lick, her mouth and tongue working in tandem to drive Marie to the edge. Marie’s body began to thrash about, her heels digging deep into Kenna’s back as she pushed her deeper into her pussy. Kenna’s vision began to blur, stars dancing before her eyes as Marie’s grip on her hair tightened.
Just when she thought she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, Marie suddenly released her, pushing her away with a force that sent Kenna tumbling to the floor. She landed with a gasp, her lungs burning as she struggled to catch her breath. Marie stood over her, a triumphant grin spreading across her face as she licked her finger, savoring the sensation of her own climax.
“Mmmm, toy,” Marie purred, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “You know how to lick pussy. You’re going to be my new plaything, my go-to girl when I need satisfaction.” The words were like a brand, marking Kenna as Marie’s property, her plaything to be used and discarded at whim. And yet, despite the humiliation and degradation, Kenna couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride and accomplishment. She had made Marie come, had pleased her in a way that she never thought she could. And as she lay there, gasping for air, she knew that she would do it again, would submit to Marie’s desires whenever she was called upon to do so.
As Marie stood up, she effortlessly transformed back into the poised and polished woman she had been before their intense encounter. She smoothed out her dress, adjusted her bra, and gave herself a once-over in the mirror, ensuring that every hair was in place and her makeup was still flawless. The transition was seamless, as if the passionate and dominating woman who had just been writhing beneath Kenna’s touch had never existed.
Meanwhile, Kenna struggled to compose herself, her body still reeling from the aftermath of their tryst. She slowly got to her feet, her movements awkward and unsteady as she fumbled to put her clothes back in order. She closed her bra, adjusted her top, and attempted to smooth out her disheveled hair, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
Just as Kenna was starting to feel like she was getting her bearings, Marie walked over to her, a sly smile spreading across her face. She reached out and gently took Kenna’s face in her hand, her touch sending shivers down Kenna’s spine. Then, with a deep and lingering kiss, Marie sealed their encounter, leaving Kenna breathless and wanting more.
“I’m sure we will do this again, toy,” Marie whispered, her voice husky and confident, as if she knew that Kenna was already hers for the taking. With a brief, stinging slap on the ass, Marie turned and walked away, leaving Kenna feeling dazed, confused, and more than a little bit excited. The sound of Marie’s heels clicking out of the room emphasized what had just happened.
Kenna stood there, frozen in shock, her mind reeling from the sheer intensity of the past few hours. The memories of Justin and Donald’s rough hands and demanding mouths still lingered on her skin, but it was Marie’s touch that had left the most lasting impression. She couldn’t believe what she had done, not just with them, but with herself. The past few hours had seen more sex than her entire life, and yet, not once had any of them taken the time to truly satisfy her. The realization was both infuriating and exhilarating, leaving her feeling like a powder keg of pent-up desire and frustration.
As she stood there, she couldn’t help but notice the telltale signs of her own arousal. The fabric was damp and clinging to her skin, a testament to the unfulfilled longing that had been building inside her. Her mind was a jumbled mess of lust and confusion, as if her brain was struggling to keep up with the sheer intensity of her emotions. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of desire, with no lifeline in sight.
Without hesitation, she locked the door again, the sound of the latch clicking into place a stark reminder of her own vulnerability. She moved around her desk, her hands shaking slightly as she pulled her panties off, threw them onto the ground, the cool air hitting her skin like a slap. She sat down in her chair, her legs spreading wide as she planted her feet on the desk, her pussy throbbing with a desperate need for release.
Her fingers moved of their own accord, stroking her clit with a gentle touch that quickly gave way to a frenzied rubbing. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced before, it was as if she was teetering on the edge of a cliff, with the only way to survive being to take the leap. She licked her fingers, the wetness adding a new dimension to the sensation, and rubbed her clit with renewed fervor. The pressure built inside her, a coiling spring of tension that threatened to snap at any moment.
As she neared the edge, she plunged a finger into her pussy, the invasion a welcome relief from the building pressure. But it wasn’t enough, she added another finger, then another, each one stretching her wider, the sensation a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. Her thumb worked furiously against her clit, the friction building to a crescendo that threatened to consume her.
And then, in an instant, she was over the edge, her body exploding in a riot of color and sound as she came with a force that left her breathless. She slapped her left hand over her mouth, the sound of her own cries muffled as she rode the wave of her orgasm. The moment seemed to stretch on forever, a timeless expanse of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As the waves receded, she slowly massaged herself, savoring the post-orgasm glow that seemed to permeate every cell of her body. It was great, she thought, a wry smile spreading across her face. She had wished that someone else had been there to do it for her, but in the end, it had been her own fingers that had brought her to the edge. And as she sat there, basking in the afterglow, she couldn’t help but wonder, maybe it didn’t have to be a man, with great big shoulders and a nice cock. Maybe, just maybe, the same could come from a very beautiful woman. The thought was both thrilling and terrifying, a doorway to a new territory that she was both eager and afraid to explore.