White Collar (Lesbian BDSM Erotica)

by Cress, Rynna

  “You want it, don’t you?” Vanessa whispered, kissing her way up to Lacy’s ear.

  “…Yes…” Lacy breathlessly replied.

  Vanessa smiled, pulling Lacy’s face towards hers and kissing her deeply, sliding her tongue into Lacy’s mouth and welcoming Lacy’s into hers. Finally, she pulled back, gently removing Lacy’s glasses, then taking her hand and standing up with her. She grabbed the bottle as she rose to her feet, taking a quick swig of champagne, then offered some to Lacy, who gladly accepted.

  “Come with me,” Vanessa said, taking Lacy’s hand again and leading her into the darkness of her bedroom. She pulled the door shut behind Lacy, then gently pinned her against the wall, leaning in and kissing her, hard, gasping into her mouth. Lacy, her defenses disappearing, wrapped her arms around the sultry woman, pulling her in close, letting the moment carry her. The astonished, anxious, reluctant thoughts were gone, pushed out of her mind, replaced with pure impulsive indulgence. For the time being, she had committed herself to the trajectory of the evening, and had unwittingly freed herself from her worries and doubts. She was surrendering her self-control, submitting to the moment, allowing it to take her where it wanted. And god damn did it feel good…

  Vanessa continued kissing the increasingly receptive Lacy, her hands aggressively unbuttoning the girl’s jeans and pushing them down over her hips. She smiled through her kiss, then pulled back and quickly pulled off her sweater and unclasped her bra, grinning seductively as she let it fall over her arms and down to the floor, exposing her round, firm breasts, her perky nipples standing up like top hats.

  “Now show me yours,” Vanessa whispered. Lacy stood there for a moment, her hair askew, her lipstick slightly smeared, her pants around her ankles. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her shirt, then pulled it off, her eyes never leaving Vanessa’s. She reached back, unclasping her bra, shuddering softly as Vanessa reached out and helped her pull it off, revealing her naked breasts.

  Vanessa stepped in close, and Lacy moaned softly at the feel of their breasts grazing against each other. They kissed, softly, gently, slowly, their gazes still locked, Vanessa taking Lacy’s hands in hers. She began pulling downward, guiding Lacy to her knees in front of her, then ran her fingers through Lacy’s hair, pulling her face and mouth in against her smooth, slender stomach. Vanessa unzipped her skirt, and Lacy, eyes still gazing upwards, slowly reached up and pulled it down over her hips, shocked to discover that the woman wasn’t wearing panties. She gasped silently as Vanessa stepped out of her skirt, spreading her legs slightly, offering Lacy a quick glimpse of her wet, bulging clit.

  “Vanessa… I… I’ve never…” she started to say, unable to look away from Vanessa’s pristine shaved pussy. Vanessa ignored the girl’s hesitation, lifting her leg over Lacy’s shoulder and pulling the girl’s face between her legs.

  “Don’t be afraid,” Vanessa whispered, smiling at the feeling of Lacy’s hot, nervous breath against her increasingly wet pussy. “Make me feel good.”

  Slowly, somewhat reluctantly, Lacy placed her lips over Vanessa’s clit, kissing it, gradually teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Vanessa moaned yes, her leg pulling Lacy in even harder against her, her hand clenching a fistful of the girl’s hair.

  “Lick me, Lacy,” she commanded in a hushed, breathy whisper. “Lick me hard.”

  Lacy obeyed, running her tongue over Vanessa’s pussy in a slow, firm, broad lick. The unique, salty taste of Vanessa’s wetness filled Lacy’s mouth, intoxicating the girl with lust. She began licking faster, more aggressively, surrendering to her own id, a nameless, voiceless presence somewhere inside of her that only knew that it wanted more, wanted as much as it could get.

  Vanessa tilted her head back against the wall, her shoulders arched, her mouth open and gasping. “Lacy…” she shuddered out, “God Lacy, don’t stop… don’t stop…”

  Lacy had no intention of stopping, her tongue undulating firmly against Vanessa’s sensitive, responsive clit. She reached up, sliding her hands over Vanessa’s asscheeks, massaging them and pulling the woman deeper into her face, tracing her fingertips along Vanessa’s sharply defined ass crack, down to her dripping pussy, teasing the woman’s entrance as she continued tonguing her throbbing clit.

  Vanessa smiled, biting her lip. This girl’s a natural, she thought to herself. Janelle was right about her…

  “Go on,” she said, feeling Lacy’s fingers tentatively exploring her pussy’s hungry, insatiable opening. “Get them inside of me.”

  Lacy needed no further invitation, quickly sliding two fingers up inside of Vanessa, slowly working them in and out as she continued running her tongue up and down between her labia, teasing her clit. Vanessa moaned with delight, Lacy’s fingers probing her sensitive g-spot, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm…

  “Keep going, Lacy,” she said through a gasp, “please… don’t stop… I’m so close…”

  Lacy sped up her rhythm, fingering Vanessa at a firm, steady pace, darting her tongue across her wet clit. She felt Vanessa begin to tremble, her heel digging into her back, her climax fast approaching…

  Lacy intensified her efforts, her fingers flying furiously in and out of her pussy, her tongue lapping at her clit at a near-frenzied pace.

  Then, Vanessa gave a sharp, loud moan, pure pleasure beginning to flood through her body. Lacy pulled her fingers out, quickly feeling a hot squirt of fluids coat her chin and neck, Vanessa’s cum dribbling down over her breasts. She gasped in surprise at the intense sensation, realizing that she had never before in her life felt so… dirty. Even more surprising to her – she liked it.

  She fell back onto her ass on the floor, tired and out of breath, her tongue aching from the strain of eating Vanessa out so aggressively. Jesus, she thought to herself, I just ate a girl out. I just made a girl squirt… Her mind began spinning – Vanessa had brought out a side of her that Lacy herself had never seen. For the first time in her life, she felt like a slut. Part of her wanted to cry, to run and hide…

  She stood, self-consciously pulling her jeans on, avoiding looking at Vanessa. “I think I should go…” she mumbled as she began fumbling with her bra.

  “Is everything okay?” Vanessa asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, no,” Lacy said, still avoiding looking at her. “I just need… I just need to go.”

  “Hey,” Vanessa said, taking Lacy’s arm and finally catching her gaze. “You don’t need to freak out about this… Talk to me…”

  Lacy stared at Vanessa for a few moments before simply answering, “I’m sorry. I just need to go.”

  And with that, she quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door, leaving Vanessa alone in the dark room. After hearing the front door shut, Vanessa calmly walked out into the living room and fished her phone out of her purse, dialing. She held the phone to her ear, waiting for an answer. None came. Finally:

  “Good evening Janelle, it’s Vanessa. Things with Lacy went almost exactly as you thought that they would. She is willing and even eager, yet heavily conflicted. You should be able to start with her immediately.”

  She ended the call, a soft smile across her face, wicked thoughts dancing through her head.

  **********

  P A R T 2

  1… 2… 3… 4…

  DING!

  The elevator came to a stop at the 5th floor, the doors slowly opening. Lacy looked out over the front of the office, her old desk in the reception area staring at her in the face. Time for a fresh start, she thought to herself.

  It was early in the morning, and the office was empty. Lacy had barely slept, her mind racing all night with anxieties about working for Janelle, not to mention her confusion over her encounter with Vanessa…

  She had done her best to push those thoughts out of her mind and focus on her new job, but they kept swimming to the surface. Despite her best efforts, Lacy couldn’t shake the image of Vanessa’s bra sliding off over her shoulders, the sound of her moans as she had gone d
own on her, the way she had… tasted…

  Before going to bed, Lacy had brushed her teeth for almost five minutes, furiously scrubbing the lingering taste of Vanessa’s cum out of her mouth, desperate to eliminate all traces of the encounter. Still, despite the minty flavor of the toothpaste, Vanessa’s taste stayed with her, almost as if it had seeped in through her gums, saturating her very mind. The implications were almost too much for Lacy to bear. She had kissed that woman, touched her, fingered her, eaten her out, tasted her cum…

  And she had liked it.

  Was Lacy gay? Had Vanessa changed her, awoken something within her, something she hadn’t ever known was there? It was simply too much to process, too confusing for Lacy to sort out in her mind. She spent most of the night tossing and turning in her bed, sleep eluding her, determined to quash these thoughts from her mind, but utterly unable to. When the morning finally came, it felt like mercy, the pressures of her first day at a new desk a welcome distraction from the doubts and insecurities plaguing her mind.

  She made her way to her new desk, just outside of Janelle’s office. It was directly adjacent to Vanessa’s desk – facing it, in fact. Soon, Vanessa would be here, Lacy knew, and she’d be right in front of her all day long… The thought filled her with a peculiar sense of dread.

  She sat at her new desk, logging in to her computer and going through Janelle’s calendar as Vanessa had taught her. Lacy was happy to see what looked like a light day, just a lunch meeting for Janelle with the other partners at 11:00. She prepared the list of Janelle’s phone messages from various clients, organized her mail, and started a pot of coffee – extra dark Italian roast, just as Janelle preferred it.

  Lacy continued running through her mental checklist for the day, determined not to miss anything, anxiously tapping her foot beneath her desk. You’re fine, she reassured herself. You’re more than ready for this… Just get it together…

  Finally she stood, making her way to the ladies’ room, desperate to rein her nerves in. She made her way to the sink and splashed some water over her face, taking a few deep breaths as she looked up at her reflection. She looked frightened and unsure, rattled to her core, not at all the confident, eager assistant she knew Janelle was expecting. “Damn it,” she muttered under her breath. Why the hell did Vanessa have to kiss her?

  Behind her, she heard a toilet flush. She froze, looking up into the mirror as the stall door opened, and Vanessa slowly stepped out.

  “Lacy...” she said, moving to the sink beside her to wash her hands. “Is everything all right?”

  Lacy quickly nodded, doing her best to compose herself. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said. “Just some first day jitters is all.”

  Vanessa gave her a kind, sympathetic smile as she dried her hands. “You’ll do great, don’t worry. Janelle shouldn’t be in for another half an hour or so – if you want, we can go over everything one more time before she gets in.”

  Lacy nodded, her eyes almost automatically avoiding Vanessa’s. “That’d be great, thanks,” she said, her voice awkward and almost lifeless.

  Vanessa frowned, and reached out, placing a hand on Lacy’s shoulder. “Lacy, look, about last night…”

  Lacy quickly shook her head, waving her hand and offering Vanessa a smile. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m sorry I freaked out, I just…”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for,” Vanessa said. “I came on too strong, things happened too fast, and that was my fault.”

  “I’ve just never... done anything like… like that,” Lacy said, her eyes finally rising to catch Vanessa’s gaze. Vanessa smiled, happy to see her eyes.

  “I know it isn’t professional,” she said, “but I just find you really sweet, really attractive. But if that isn’t something that you want, I totally understand.”

  Lacy stared at Vanessa, wondering how to respond, knowing in her heart that she had wanted it last night, had wanted it badly. That’s what had scared her. That overwhelming realization was why she had fled, not because she didn’t want it, but because she did…

  “Vanessa,” she finally said, her voice flustered, “it’s not that I… it’s not that I don’t want that…”

  Vanessa’s lips slowly curled up into a smile. “But…” she said.

  “But… I just…” Lacy grew exasperated, her words failing her. “I just… damn it, I don’t know…”

  “You poor thing,” Vanessa said. “You’re confused and you’re freaked out, and that’s the last thing you need for your first day. I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay, Vanessa,” Lacy said, before adding, “It’s just that… I’m just not gay, that’s all.”

  Vanessa couldn’t help but laugh. A confused Lacy couldn’t help but smile back.

  “What?” she finally asked, playfully hitting Vanessa on the arm.

  “Lacy,” she said, taking another step closer, “you don’t have to be gay to want something… And you wanted it last night, didn’t you?”

  Lacy was silent and breathless, feeling the electricity from last night returning.

  “It’s okay,” Vanessa said, running her hand over Lacy’s face. “You deserve the things that you want. Don’t ever forget that.”

  And with that, Vanessa leaned in, planting a soft, short kiss on Lacy’s lips. She pulled back, looking over the confused girl, her eyes closed, her breath taken away.

  “It’s all right,” Vanessa said softly as Lacy opened her eyes, completely unsure of herself. “You’ll find your way. Sooner than you think, too.”

  Vanessa smiled one more time at her, then turned and left the bathroom. As the door closed, and Lacy was truly alone, she exhaled deeply, her hand almost involuntarily sliding down the front of her skirt, resting over her crotch. She took in a deep breath, realizing just how wet Vanessa had made her with only a few pointed glances and a quick, gentle kiss. She felt herself falling back into the conflicted hole she had found herself in last night. The unrecognizable voice inside of her was growing louder, telling her to embrace her desires, to give in, to submit to temptation. And the other voice, the voice trying to convince her that she didn’t really want what Vanessa was offering, well, it was sounding less and less convincing.

  Lacy glanced at her watch – still over twenty minutes until Janelle would be arriving. Good, she thought… I need to regain my composure… I need…

  She looked down at her fingers, still instinctively planted on the front of her skirt. An impulse struck her, a primal, commanding desire, and she found herself giving in, pushing her fingers in between her legs, slowly rubbing at herself over the fabric. She opened her mouth, silently gasping at how good it felt, thoughts of Vanessa swimming through her mind, tempting her, teasing her…

  Lacy couldn’t take it anymore – something new and foreign inside of her demanded release, and all she knew was that she felt powerless to deny it. She hurried into a stall, slamming the door shut behind her, quickly hiking her skirt up and pulling her panties down, spreading her legs. Her breathing quickened, and she licked her lips, a carnal force inside of her taking hold, the same force she had felt when she had gone down on Vanessa the night before… God¸ she thought, vivid memories of Vanessa’s pussy flooding into her mind, I want it so badly…

  Her hand found its way between her legs, and she gave a sharp, moaning exhale as her fingers began rubbing over her wet, hyper-sensitive clit. Lacy couldn’t remember the last time she had masturbated, and had never dreamed she would be doing it in a bathroom stall at her workplace, let alone doing it while thinking of another woman. The very thought of it felt so… naughty to her, which of course only fed the lustful flames building inside of her, making her pussy wetter and wetter…

  Her fingers flying furiously over her clit, relentlessly teasing herself, Lacy couldn’t help but moan, louder than she could help, her knees starting to buckle beneath her. She darted her free hand against the wall for support, her face wincing with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her body.

  �
�Fuck,” she murmured out, feeling an orgasm fast approaching, her body a slave to the desires that Vanessa had awakened within her. She was close, painstakingly close, and she bit her lip, rubbing away, her mind basking in the blinding gratification of a well-satisfied clitoris.

  Then, her thoughts racing through the fantasy-like events of the previous night with Vanessa, envisioning all sorts of wicked-seeming things she’d like to do with her in the future, Lacy came, and came hard, a deep, shudder-inducing orgasm that nearly brought a squeal out of the girl. Instead, she tilted her head back, moaning almost uncontrollably, with no semblance of time or space – only desire, and her submission to that desire.

  Her hand frozen in place between her legs, Lacy gradually caught her breath, her hair falling forward into her face. She was disheveled, flustered, and thoroughly horny, a horniness that felt so distinctly powerful to her, powerful enough to bring her to make herself cum in the workplace ladies’ room. Once again, she felt as if she couldn’t even recognize herself. The Lacy she knew wasn’t… like this… She definitely didn’t masturbate to fantasies of other women…

  But Lacy was tired of fighting it. Maybe she really didn’t know who she was. Maybe she needed to find out – to embrace these feelings… The thought felt both exciting and dangerous to her, and not nearly as frightening as she might have imagined. She actually smiled to herself as she pulled her panties up and her skirt down, blowing a strand of hair up and out of her face. Maybe this was simply the start of something… good. Something incredible even. Did she dare believe it? Perhaps…

  Satisfied and energized by this newfound optimism, Lacy opened the stall door and stepped out to wash her hands and get back to her desk.