Obsessed Assistant

Jessica Ryan’s day takes a weird turn when her assistant, Laney Grey, announces zero meetings. The idea smells off, but Laney charms her fast. Jessica shrugs, figures they’ll knock out odd chores together. Cut to a few days later: desks stacked high again, Jessica says she needs a second assistant. Laney says none of the résumés cut it. Jessica’s radar pings harder. Saturday night, Laney arrives unannounced on Jessica’s doorstep in a short dress and high heels, folder in hand. Jessica calls her on it—skin-tight clothes, late deliveries, everything feels like a play for something more. Laney finally spills. She’s been tweaking schedules on purpose, booted the other applicants herself, all so she could be alone with Jessica. Says she can’t stop thinking about her. Jessica’s stunned, then practical. Only move that makes sense is to fuck Laney’s fascination right out of her. She grabs Laney by the waist, backs her into the living-room wall, and kisses her deep and greedy. Hands roam: Jessica slides Laney’s thong aside, finds her already slick, rubs tight circles on her clit while Laney whimpers. Bra undone, Jessica sucks each nipple hard, teeth grazing. Laney drops to her knees, yanks Jessica’s slacks down, tongue out, licking along her folds with fast, wet strokes. Jessica moans, grips Laney’s hair, grinds against that eager mouth until her legs shake. She drags Laney up, bends her over the couch arm, spits on two fingers and works them into Laney’s tight pussy. Fingers piston while she delivers short, sharp spanks that leave red prints. Laney’s first orgasm slams through her; Jessica doesn’t stop. She straps on a thick silicone cock, presses the head to Laney’s entrance, and sinks in with one long thrust. Slow at first, deep, then picks up pace until skin slaps loud. Jessica reaches around to rub Laney’s clit again, keeps her pinned, muttering filthy praise. Another climax rips through Laney; she moans Jessica’s name like a prayer. Jessica flips her onto her back, pins her legs wide, drives in harder, watching her tits bounce. She rides the wave until she’s right there too, grinding down and cumming with a rough groan. Sweat cooling, Jessica pulls out, looks at Laney still trembling. Problem solved. They both know the other shoe won’t drop.