Main Characters in Women Behaving Illicitly
The Tusker Family/Clan - Clara, Lauren (sisters) and Dahlia. All three are tall fleshy Amazonian blondes.
Clara Tusker – age 39, works as an investment banker.
Lauren Tusker - age 37, works as a script supervisor in Hollywood.
Dahlia Tusker – age 20. Clara’s daughter is in college and is part of the wrestling team.
Yoshimi Imohara – age 25, Clara’s boss and CEO. Black hair. Half Japanese- half Texan. As tall as Clara but much slimmer.
Jade Kennedy – Tall MILF in late 30s or early 40s. Yoshimi Imohara’s secretary. Auburn hair.
Annie Duvall – Clara’s assistant. Redhead. Short woman. Red eyebrows. 23 years of age.
Veronica Mancini – Lauren’s 43-year-old secretary.
Wanda Bakula – Actress. Blonde streaks across jet black hair. Luscious lips. Nice tits. Voluptuous.
Dagmar Dolby – Amazonian. As big as Dahlia. Nursing student.
Claudia O Shaughnessy – Dahlia’s girlfriend and roommate. Another Amazonian woman.
WOMEN BEHAVING ILLICITLY
Chapter 1
(Los Angeles, 2003)
It was a leafy driveway covered on both sides by tall red-leaved maple trees. Large cream-colored two-storied stucco villas were located about twenty feet away from each other on one side. In the backyard of every single villa was a medium-sized pool. A wooden doorway near the pool opened into a little balcony that looked onto a large man-made pond filled with water lilies. Wild ducks and rabbits from the nearby woods came to drink water at the pond.
The driveway was in Xanadu Anchorage, an exclusive gated community for Hollywood executives and investment bankers.
There was a joke among lucky visitors who were invited into one of the villas that if you listened carefully, you could hear the clink of ice cubes being dropped into a glass of gin.
It all looked so quiet and peaceful from the outside.
But Clara Tusker, who owned and lived in the villa at the far end of the driveway, had been unable to concentrate on the book she was reading ever since her sister Lauren, with her shiny golden blonde hair, had parked herself on the green chesterfield sofa in front of her. Lauren wore skimpy and tight cotton shorts that clung to her crotch. Clara had stolen glances at her sister’s plump thighs and her well-endowed calves. Damn, her sister had beautiful legs. Clara had a book in her hand – one of those sleazy small-town thrillers, but she had not been able to get through a page ever since Lauren had parked her fleshy body on the sofa.
Clara’s eyes shifted to her sister's thick arms. She couldn’t take her eyes off those arms. They looked strong and fleshy. They were the arms of a woman who was in the pink of health. But Clara had rarely seen Lauren go to the gym. Then there were her breasts. They hung down like two melons into the tight vest, displaying more than a bit of cleavage. At 37, Lauren’s breasts were already 36D. Her blonde hair was worn short.
While she liked ogling at her sister, she also wished she could read her book. Clara’s breasts heaved as she glanced at her sister’s fleshy legs and then her thick arms.
Lauren was tantalizing her not just visually, but the aroma of her expensive FemmeFatale Alchemist perfume lingered in the room.
The lamp in the living room cast a warm glow over the two voluptuous women who were pretending to read.
Lauren was aware of her sister watching her. She had seen her sister’s eyes move over her legs and survey her boobs. The truth was that she enjoyed her sister ogling her. Throughout the evening, she slipped and slid her legs over each other and rubbed her toes over her feet to tantalize her sister. She had deliberately worn her sheerest shorts and her tightest vest to display her fleshy body to her sister. The novel that she held in her hands was an erotic novella written by a notorious writer of pulp fiction. She had selected it to further excite her sister.
While Lauren enjoyed being the center of her sister’s attention, the blonde had also stolen glances at her sister. She had her face covered by the book, but she could peek below the book to see her sister’s thick legs while her feet were placed on a footrest. Her feet were large and milk-white. Clara wore a short skirt, and Lauren savored the glimpse of the pink flesh of her large thighs.
The loose yellow round neck t-shirt worn by her sister could not hide the largeness of her tits. Lauren was 39, and the very embodiment of a thick MILF. Like her sister, she was a blonde and her boobs were 36D.
“Has Dave been keeping in touch with you Lauren?” asked Clara suddenly in her feminine voice.
Lauren lowered her book.
“Yeah, he calls when he needs money”, replied Lauren in her deep and husky voice. Dave was Lauren’s ex-husband. He was an actor who struggled with alcohol addiction. They had divorced a couple of years ago. Lauren did not have any kids.
Her sister let out a sigh. She waited for Lauren to say something. But an uncomfortable silence followed.
“You seeing anyone, Clara?” asked Lauren because she felt like her sister wanted to talk to her.
“Hmmm… not really, Lauren. It’s been a while. There’s been too much to do at work”, said Clara and she laughed out a little, but she could not hide the twinge of forlornness in her soft and delicate voice. Clara had been married to Craig, an investment banker. They had divorced three years ago because Craig had confessed to Clara that he had fallen in love with his secretary, who traveled with him. It was not an acrimonious divorce, and Craig had given Clara a good settlement. They had a girl from the marriage, who was in college. Her name was Dahlia.
“She is lonely”, thought Lauren, feeling bad for her sister.
“I am so glad you moved back in with me and Dahlia, Lauren”, said Clara, looking right into Lauren’s eyes. She uttered the sentence in a low voice. It was tinged with suggestiveness.
After her divorce from Dave, Lauren had looked for places to stay because the rent she paid for the apartment she shared with her ex-husband was too high. Her job as a script supervisor at the film studio required her to travel a lot.
It was Clara who had insisted that she move in with her and Dahlia. Lauren was not entirely sold on the idea of moving in with her sister because she liked to go on dates with women and bring them back home, which she did not want Clara to know. What had started as a temporary stay with Clara had now gone on for nearly three months.
Sometimes Lauren had to travel on weekends, and this did not allow her time to search for a new apartment. But Clara and Dahlia had been more than welcoming, and they never made her feel like she was a burden to them. The large villa they lived in was given to Clara by her rich investment banker husband and she rarely allowed Lauren to share in the household expenses.
“I am glad too, Clara”, said Lauren. It was a half-truth. She was a sexually aggressive woman and longed to go on dates and meet other women. The fleshy blonde liked to physically dominate other women during sex and grind their pussies into tremendous orgasms before she came herself. Her job as a script supervisor allowed her to meet many attractive young and middle-aged actresses with whom she had many quick affairs in her office.
Lauren lowered her book, and the two women looked at each other, tender smiles on their faces.
In the three months that Lauren had lived in the apartment, Clara and she had spent a lot of time together because Dahlia was away at college. Lauren did not remember when it had begun but her sister had begun to show an excessive and surprising amount of affection towards her after she moved in. This involved running her hands through her hair, holding her hand, pressing down on her shoulders, and over the last few weeks, ardent hugs.
She also found her normally mild-mannered sister ogling at her when they were together. Lauren was no rookie when it came to matters of sex and it had dawned on her that her sister was attracted to her.
While Lauren made $5,000 a month, it was not enough to survive in a city like LA. So after her initial reluctance, Lauren had played along with her sister, letting her run her hands through her hair and occasionally hugging her. The three-bedroom villa they lived in would cost Lauren all of her salary to rent. Lauren liked living in the large villa with its large porch and the pool in the backyard.
Clara also pampered her with expensive gifts – silk office shirts, watches and lingerie.
Lauren had to admit, of late, that she was enjoying the bear hugs and the affection she received from her sister. The realization had dawned on her that she was also attracted to her sister’s fleshy body.
“Lauren, I have a complaint about you. It is something I wanted to get off my chest”, said Clara all of a sudden.
“Oh ….. what is it Clara?”, asked Lauren, a bit surprised.
Clara paused for a moment.
“After my divorce, you never supported me Lauren. I wanted a shoulder to cry on ….. but you ….. my sister ….. was never around”, said Clara, a hint of acrimony in her voice.
“Clara ….. I was struggling with Dave. You know what a raging alcoholic he was and still is”, said Lauren, raising herself on the couch.
“But you rarely called. I was hoping you would come to stay with me here for a few weeks while I recovered from the shock of Craig sleeping around. You never did, Lauren. I was feeling so alone”, said Clara, frowning.
“This is a ploy for her to be hugged and caressed. She is begging for my attention”, thought Lauren, feeling her nipples turn erect.
She sat up on the sofa and spread her legs a little, showing off her cotton shorts-covered crotch to her sister, and smiled when her sister’s eyes fell to her thighs and crotch.
“Clara ….. I am sorry I did not stay in touch with you during your divorce. I am so sorry”, said Lauren in a low and seductive voice.
“I just wanted to get it off my chest”, said Clara. She had a hint of a tear in her right eye.
“I want to be pampered and caressed and groped by my sister. I hope she understands”, thought Clara, wearing a frown on her face.
“But I also have a grievance with you, Clara. During all the years with Dave, you never called and asked me if I needed anything. I wanted you to act like my older sister. But you were also absent on most occasions except for the couple of times you sent me 500 dollars”, said Lauren, letting her chest heave as she spoke.
Clara also sat up in her chair. Lauren could not help but stare at her sister’s protruding boobs.
“Lauren ….. I …..”, said Clara and she got off her chair slowly and walked towards the couch on which Lauren sat.
Clara hovered over Lauren for a few moments. Their eyes locked together, and Clara ran her fingers through Lauren’s blonde hair. There was both affection and sensuality in the way she pleasured her sister’s hair.
“Lauren, I invited you to stay here to make up for that. I know I didn’t call enough times, and you didn’t call either. We need to take care of each other in the future Lauren”, said Clara, looking down amorously at her sister.
“Ohhh! I feel so good when you run your hand through my hair, Clara”, said Lauren. She was not lying.
“But you rarely run your hand through my hair or hug me back when I hug you, Lauren”, complained Clara.
“She really wants me now and I am going to let her fuck me”, thought Lauren, smiling up at her sister.
“Lay down beside me on the couch and give me a hug, Clara”, said Lauren in a low voice.
She pulled at Clara’s free hand and moved back a little. Clara placed a knee on the couch and her boobs hovered over Lauren’s face. Lauren pulled at Clara again and her sister fell onto the couch. The two MILF sisters threw their arms around each other.
Lauren made space for Clara, and they lay side by side, caressing each other’s backs with their hands.
“Clara”, said Lauren.
“Lauren”, said Clara.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. I have noticed how you touch and grope me, Clara”, said Lauren in a knowing voice, wearing a serious expression on her face.
“And? Do you like the way I look at you? Do you like the way I touch you, Lauren? Tell the truth”, asked Clara, flirtatiously as she pressed her tits onto Lauren’s.
Both women gasped when their boobs met.
“I do. I found it strange in the beginning. But now I long for you to run your hand through my hair and hug me in the morning, Clara”, said Lauren ardently.
“But you never do the same to me, Lauren. Do you know how much I long for your touch? Do you know how lonely I have been since my divorce? Why do you ignore me like this, Lauren?”, asked Clara passionately.
“I liked you touching me, Clara. Now I am touching you too. I will touch you a lot from now on”, said Lauren, staring into Clara’s eyes.
“Yeah, after three fucking months since you moved into this house”, complained Clara, a hint of fierceness in her voice.
Lauren was surprised by the sexual aggressiveness of her normally shy sister.
“Clara, I have never been showered with so much affection by a woman, so I was surprised. And ….. you are my fucking sister, Clara. I wasn’t sure what you intended and wanted when you hugged me and ran your hand through my hair”, retorted Lauren and she pushed her boobs back against her sisters. A little bit of lying went a long way in saving rent.
“So that means you like me too, Lauren? You like your older sister?”, asked Clara. She moved her legs towards Laurens and their knees and feet rubbed briefly before the two fleshy women followed their instincts and let their legs entwine.
The two sisters pressed their boobs against each other as they continued with the seductive mutual blame game.
“What do you think, Clara? Of course I like you. If your groping was offensive to me, I would have left this house long ago”, said Lauren in a fierce voice and she brought her face close to her sisters and rubbed her nose against Clara’s.
She glared into Clara’s freckled face. The dark pink freckles were prominent across her sister's cheeks.
“Lauren, I think you are hot for me. I am hot for you too. What are we waiting for?”, asked Clara in a low voice and she rubbed her nose back against her sister’s.
They slid their fleshy legs over each other as they glared into each other’s eyes. Goosebumps broke out across their bodies as the flesh of their legs rubbed against each other.
“You are right, Clara. We are both hot for each other. That is the truth. It has been that way for a while even though we do not want to admit this to each other”, said Lauren, in an ardent voice.
Their boobs were plastered against each other. Legs were hopelessly entwined. Their hands were eagerly caressing each other’s backs, and their mouths were inches apart.
The doorbell rang just then. It jolted the two sisters out of their erotic tryst.
“Who could it be?”, asked Clara, breathing into Lauren’s face.
“Ignore it”, said Lauren, looking amorously into her sister's face. She wanted her sister very badly now.
But then the bell rang three more times in quick succession. The two sisters looked at each other. They both knew who it was.
It was always Dahlia who rang the doorbell multiple times when she arrived at the house from college.
“It’s my darling daughter”, said Clara in an annoyed voice.
“She wasn’t supposed to arrive until the weekend”, complained Lauren.
The doorbell rang three more times.
“What a time for my daughter to visit”, cursed Clara and got up off the sofa after disentangling herself from her sister. Lauren followed her sister to the door.
Clara opened the door and Dahlia stormed in with a duffel bag slung across her shoulder.
“Hi mom. How you doing?”, asked Dahlia, walking past her mother.
“I am all right, Dahlia. You arrived early”, said Clara, smiling coldly at her daughter.
She ignored her mother as she lowered the bag onto the floor and walked towards Lauren.
Dahlia was a 21-year-old student of psychology. The youngster was heftily built for her age, and she was a part of the college wrestling team. As she threw her arms around Lauren’s neck their boobs poked into each other. Dahlia’s tits were not a 36D yet, but she would get there in a few years.
“Aunt Lauren. How nice to see you again”, said Dahlia, pressing her boobs onto Lauren’s.
Lauren stifled a gasp.
“Dahlia ….. honey ….. you came in early”, said Lauren, feeling a bit awkward as their breasts remained lodged against each other even as she returned the hug.
She saw Clara look on with jealousy as Dahlia continued to hug her.
“I wanted to surprise my aunt”, said Dahlia and she planted kisses on both her cheeks.
“Dahlia, you are so affectionate”, said Lauren as she eyed Clara glaring at them.
“Oooh! I smell some expensive perfume on you. Is that a FemmeFatale Alchemist that you are wearing?”, asked Dahlia.
“Yes, Dahlia. I bought it last week”, said Lauren.
“Oooh! My aunty is taking good care of herself. Kiss me back Aunt Lauren. I missed you so much”, said Dahlia and she ran her fingers through her aunt’s blonde hair.
Lauren kissed Dahlia on both her cheeks and then looked at Clara who let out a sigh. They were both the same height at 5’11 and their faces were perfectly lined up together.
“I’m going to serve dinner. I have to report for work early tomorrow”, said Clara and she stormed towards the kitchen.
“Oooh! Now what’s up with her?”, asked Dahlia, rolling her eyes.
“You didn’t even acknowledge your mom”, scolded Lauren, and she pushed back a bit with her own boobs into her fleshy niece’s boobs.
“You know me and mom have a formal relationship. She has a problem showing affection. I don’t hate her or anything”, said Dahlia, pressing her boobs onto Lauren’s. Lauren pressed back with her boobs but her niece was a strong woman.
The two women eyed each other feistily. Both aunt and niece knew they were involved in an unacknowledged titfight of sorts.
“I know you both are formal to each other. But you should try to be nicer to her”, said Lauren, running a hand through Dahlia’s blonde hair.
“Sure I will. But you didn’t say you missed me, Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia, flirtatiously and then she raised her hand towards Lauren’s neck and tickled it with the edges of her nails.
“Oooh! Hahahahaha! Stop tickling me, girl. I sure missed you, Dahlia. You know I like having you around”, said Lauren, the blood rushing into her already erect nipples.
She broke away from the hug, grabbed Dahlia’s hand and pulled her towards the dining room.
“Your mother might need some help”, said Lauren.
It was not that she disliked Dahlia’s affections. She enjoyed the fact that the young woman liked her more than her sister Clara. But she also felt slightly bad for her sister. She knew Clara felt ignored when Dahlia and she hit it off like two best friends. While growing up, Clara was always the shyer of the two sisters while Lauren was more popular among the friends and family of the Tuskers. Lauren knew Clara always harbored feelings of jealousy towards her even after they turned into adults.
“Be nice to your mom. Ask her how she’s doing and give her a hug”, whispered Lauren to Dahlia as they walked into the dining room.
Clara had already set the table with three plates of mild garlic rice topped with a chicken stroganoff.
“Everything OK with you mom?”, asked Dahlia walking towards her mother.
“Yes honey. Everything’s fine with me” said Clara, smiling at her daughter, a bit surprised by the attention.
Dahlia walked over to her mother and hugged her.
“You look so nice in shorts, mommy”, said Dahlia as she hugged Clara and pressed her boobs onto her mom’s.
Clara blushed as she wrapped her arms around her daughter’s.
“And it looks like my baby has been working out. Look at those arms”, said Clara. Dahlia was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and jeans.
“Thank you mommy”, said Dahlia and she kissed her mother on her cheek which Clara returned immediately.
Clara fixed Lauren with a glance as if to say, “Look bitch, my daughter is hugging me”.
Lauren looked back at her sister with a mildly fierce expression on her face. She wanted to say, “I made your daughter hug you, you shy bitch”. She did feel a bit jealous as she looked on at mother and daughter standing there with their arms around each other and their boobs pressed together. Clara was as tall as her daughter.
Then Dahlia disentangled herself from her mother and said, “I am famished”, eyeing the food on the table.
“Well, sit down honey”, said Clara and the three women sat down around the circle-shaped table.
“Mmm. This is good, mommy”, said Dahlia as she munched on a spoonful of rice.
“I cooked it, Dahlia”, said Lauren, intervening.
She looked competitively at Clara who glanced fierily back at her. Lauren extended one foot towards Clara’s leg and rubbed her toe across her sister’s lower limb.
“Ohhh!”, said Clara as a bolt of electricity surged through her body. Lauren stifled a chuckle.
“What is it mommy? You all right?”, asked Dahlia, looking up from the food.
“Oh. It’s nothing honey. I think I bit on a piece of chili”, said Clara.
“All right”, said Dahlia and continued to eat.
Clara smiled amorously at Lauren who stuck her tongue out at her sister. “Do you know you two ladies look almost like twin sisters now?”, asked Dahlia as she forked a piece of chicken into her mouth.
“We were born just a couple of years apart, Dahlia”, said Lauren.
“Yeah. I know. But if I saw you both from a distance, I couldn’t tell either of you apart. Even up close, it would be hard to tell you both apart”, said Dahlia looking from her mother to her aunt.
Dahlia’s comparison made Lauren and Clara eye each other with an increased level of competitiveness.
They finished dinner and as Lauren and Clara washed the plates, they eyed each other. Dahlia had gone up to her room. She and Clara had their own rooms on the first floor while Lauren slept in the room on the ground floor.
“I’ll be in your room in ten minutes, Clara. You gonna wait up for me right?”, asked Lauren, suggestively.
“I cannot wait for us to be alone, Lauren. I don’t think either of us is going to sleep tonight”, said Clara, eyeing her sister salaciously.
“Aunt Lauren, I am going to sleep in your room tonight. I’ll be down after I take a shower”, said Dahlia, popping into the kitchen.
“Oh! All right, Dahlia. What happened honey?”, asked Lauren, turning around.
“The air-conditioner in my room aint working properly. I just checked”, said Dahlia.
“Damn! I remember you told me about it. I forgot to get it repaired”, said Clara, looking disappointedly at Lauren.
“That’s all right, mommy. I’ll sleep with Aunt Lauren tonight”, said Dahlia, winking at Lauren. Then she walked out of the kitchen, and they heard her run up the stairs.
Clara and Lauren eyed each other, both of them looked a bit disappointed before Lauren’s facial expression shifted to a mocking smile.
“She likes you more than me Lauren. She could have slept with me too”, said Clara, letting out a sigh.
Despite her elation that young Dahlia had chosen to sleep with her over her mother, Lauren once again felt bad for her sister.
“It’s OK Clara. Planet earth is here. We’ll spend tomorrow night together. Dahlia will be gone in the morning”, said Lauren and she took a step towards her sister.
The women hugged each other, and Clara plunged her mouth onto her sisters. Lauren opened her mouth for her sister and the two women kissed sensually for a few seconds before Clara began to kiss her sister aggressively. She couldn’t digest the fact that she would not be able to spend the night with her lookalike sister. Not just that, her daughter, who had shown her some affection was going to sleep with her sister.
Lauren did not hold back, and she kissed back with equal fervor. What had started off as a sensual kiss between the two sisters had escalated into a kiss fight within a few seconds of them locking their mouths together.
They kissed uninterruptedly. The two sisters aggressively ran their tongues over each other, even as they locked their arms tightly around each other’s bodies like a couple of wrestlers.
Boobs were pressed onto each other as they went on and on kissing. It was Lauren who finally broke away from Clara.
“My god Clara, I did not know you had so much pent-up sexual rage inside you. You’re shy on the surface, but you’re actually a raging bull”, said Lauren giggling.
Clara did not giggle with her but eyed her sister fierily. Lauren felt bad for her.
“I promise, Clara. Tomorrow night ….. you and I are going to fuck each other”, promised Lauren, pressing her boobs onto her sisters.
Clara eyed her for a moment longer before she turned around and stormed out of the kitchen. Lauren heard her climb up the stairs. She let out a sigh, turned off the kitchen light and entered her room.
Chapter 2
Lauren slipped into a white V-neck cotton nightgown with thin straps and a thong. She turned on the table lamp and stepped onto the large luxury cream round bed.
As she lay on the comfy double mattress, her thoughts moved to how Dahlia had greeted her that day. Like her mother, Dahlia had also showered her with physical affection whenever she came home from college. She had been enjoying Dahlia’s hugs, boob presses and kisses on her cheeks. Even though she was initially a bit creeped out by the younger woman touching her so blatantly, she had begun to enjoy them and long for them over the last month.
The door opened right then, and Dahlia stepped into the room. She was dressed only in a sleep bra and a sheer thong.
“You asleep Aunt Lauren?”, asked Dahlia as she walked towards the bed.
“No”, said Lauren tersely as she eyed Dahlia’s tall, hefty and well-endowed body.
“What is going to happen between us? Dahlia is one feisty young woman. If she tries to grope me again, I might lose control. She is my niece, and I cannot fuck her. Yes, I am horny after kissing my sister but there are certain boundaries which I will not cross”, Lauren told herself.
“Good. I wanted you awake, Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia and she knelt down onto the bed. Lauren eyed her niece’s cleavage as she made space for her on the bed.
But Dahlia lunged towards her, and she felt her niece work her fingers over her nightgown, tickling her.
“Ohhh! What are you doing Dahlia?”, asked Lauren giggling.
“I am tickling you Aunt Lauren. Do you like being tickled?”, asked Dahlia as she tickled her aunt’s hips and then her stomach, working her fingers over the thin fabric of the nightgown.
“Ahahhahahahahah! Stop it! Stop it Dahlia”, said Lauren, laughing out loud and squirming around in the bed as her niece continued to tickle her stomach and her fleshy hips. Dahlia moved her fingers towards her aunt’s neck, tickling the flesh lightly.
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Enough! Enough! Dahlia”, begged Lauren continuing to laugh as her niece tickled her relentlessly.
When it seemed like Dahlia would not stop, Lauren raised her arms and began to tickle at her niece’s stomach.
“Heehehehhehe! Aunt Lauren! Oooohh”, cried Dahlia.
Aunt and niece continued to tickle each other before Dahlia lost her balance and fell onto Lauren’s body.
Their breasts bumped against each other briefly as Dahlia’s beefy body rested on Lauren’s sturdy torso.
The bed creaked loudly as the two fleshy women lay over each other.
But Lauren pushed Dahlia off her easily, climbed on top of her and began to tickle her niece’s neck.
“Ohohohohohohoho! Aunt Lauren stop it!”, pleaded Dahlia laughing out loud.
“Do you like being tickled honey? Huh?”, asked Lauren, laughing down at Dahlia.
She parked her body over Dahlia’s and the bed protested once again with a louder creak.
Dahlia tickled the back of Lauren’s thighs with her fingers and distracted the MILF.
“Ohhoohhohohoho. Hands off me now Dahlia”, Lauren cried out good-naturedly. But she also felt the blood surge into her nipples.
“Where is this leading? Certainly, this cannot be harmless teasing. She is coming onto me with this relentless tickling”, thought Lauren.
Dahlia used the moment of her aunt's distraction to push her off her and Lauren fell in a heap onto the bed.
The strapping young woman climbed on top of her aunt and this time she bit lightly into Lauren’s neck.
“Ahhhhhhh! Dahlia! What are you doing?”, asked Lauren even as their breasts pressed against each other.
She looked up into her niece's face and it was red. Red with lust?
Lauren did not have time to ponder the issue for too long because Dahlia nibbled into the middle of her neck once again.
“Ufffffff! Dahlia, get off me honey”, pleaded Lauren, even though she did not want her niece to get off.
“You like me tickling and nibbling you, Aunt Lauren?”, enquired Dahlia in a whisper.
“She is whispering. It seems like she is trying to seduce me”, thought Lauren as she lay helplessly beneath her hefty niece.
“Yeah! I like playing with my young niece, Dahlia”, said Lauren gasping, meeting the wrestler’s eyes.
“That’s all I wanted to hear Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia and she lowered her face onto Lauren’s and kissed her square on the mouth.
“Mfffffff”, protested Lauren as she felt her niece’s tongue lick at her lips.
But Dahlia persisted and Lauren had to open her mouth. Aunt and niece began to run their tongues over each other. Dahlia’s boobs pummeled her aunts as she lay on top of her.
Lauren managed to push Dahlia off her, but their mouths stayed locked over each other like two cojoined sexual organs as they rolled around on the bed.
The bed creaked relentlessly as the two heavy women wrestled each other even as they kissed each other lasciviously, ardently running their tongues over each other.
Lauren finally emerged on top and smashed her boobs onto Dahlia’s pinning her niece down onto the bed. Eager to show her niece that she was no rookie when it came to sexfighting, Lauren slammed her pussy into Dahlia’s.
“Ohhhhh! You Aunt Lauren!”, whispered Dahlia, smiling erotically up at her aunt.
A moment later Dalhia bumped her pussy against her aunts.
“Hhhhhhh! Dahlia! This is what you had in mind all along”, said Lauren.
She dismounted from her niece’s groin, inserted her hand into Dahlia’s thong and tore it off.
“Ahahahhahaha”, giggled Dahlia as her aunt threw her thong onto the floor.
“A dry hump ain't no real hump, honey”, said Lauren.
Dahlia knew what she had to do. As her aunt hovered over her, she also grabbed her aunt’s thong strap and ripped the thong off her aunt’s pussy.
“Heeheheh”, sxxxxxxxed Lauren as Dahlia threw the thong somewhere into the semi-darkness of the room.
“Let’s take off our tops too, Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia as she unhooked her bra. Lauren removed her nightgown and placed it on the bed.
Aunt and niece were stark naked now.
Dahlia spread her legs eagerly, a feisty smile appearing on her face. Lauren felt her breasts heaving before she mounted her niece and slammed her pussy into the younger woman’s.
“Uffffff! I am your niece, you cxnt! Is this what you meant when you said you liked to play with me?”, asked Dahlia feistily as she rubbed her engorged pussy lips against her aunts.
“Ahahhahaha! It is an aunt's duty to teach her niece how to play like an adult, you big slut”, teased Lauren in her husky voice as she flicked her wet pussy over her niece’s leaking pussy.
“Mmmmmmm! I might only be 23 but I have humped a lot of pussies already, whore aunt”, countered Dahlia as she glued her pussy lips onto Laurens.
“Hhhhhhh! I know a tart when I see one, you fucking nympho niece”, Lauren howled back as she glued her pussy back onto Dahlia’s.
The two women let their pussies linger together for a few minutes, the fluids leaking from the two sexual organs sticking them onto each other. They looked into each other’s eyes as their pussies stayed locked together, both women enjoying their flaming pussy lips kissing each other like two mouths.
Lauren lowered her face onto Dahlia’s and the two women kissed each other ardently, neither of them making a move to unglue their pussy off the other woman’s.
Their pussy lips closed over each other with the pussy juices acting as glue, cementing aunt and niece's pussies together.
As they worked their tongues feverishly over the other woman’s Lauren finally unglued her pussy off Dahlia’s and poked her sharp and swollen pussy lip into her niece’s pussy.
“Owwwwwwwwww! You cxnty slut”, screamed Dahlia and she slammed up with her swollen pussy lip into her aunt’s.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You pussy humping tramp of a niece”, yelled Lauren and she plunged her sharp swollen pussy lip onto her niece’s sharp pussy and swollen pussy lip.
“Ohghhghghghghhghhg!”, cried out Dahlia.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”, groaned Lauren.
They fenced with their sharp pussy lips in a relentless series of pussy humps. Aunt and niece humped each other so vehemently that they had driven each other to the verge of orgasms.
“Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Looks like gluing your pussy onto mine, made your ancient pussy into a real young and sharp one you tramp”, growled Dahlia lustily as she felt her aunt’s clit starting to fence with hers.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! I humped your soft pussy into a real tough one, cxnt”, whispered Lauren into her niece's face.
The fencing with their engorged clits continued unabated for a few more seconds before both aunt and niece orgasmed into each other’s pussies exactly at the same time.
“Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You slut. You’re such a slut Aunt Lauren. I should complain to mom about what you just did to me”, screamed Dahlia as her pussy erupted, discharging hot cum into her aunt's groin.
“Owwwwwwwwwwww! You whore! I’ll tell my sister to send you to a fucking asylum because they ought to keep tarty nymphs like you locked up”, yelled Lauren as she squirted steaming cum into her niece’s orgasming pussy.
The two fleshy women hugged each other tightly as they squirted relentlessly into each other’s pussies. Thin films of sweat had appeared on their faces and their backs.
“Kiss your aunt you slut. I made you cum like the horny hoe that you are”, demanded Lauren as she lay over Dahlia, their large sweaty breasts plastered together.
Dahlia did as she was told, and the two women kissed each other sensually as their cum squirts began to decline in severity.
The air around them was filled with the mingled aroma of their sexual juices which had been squirted out of their swollen pussies.
“You dirtied my young pussy with your filthy cum, Aunt Lauren. Are you gonna be a good aunt and lick it clean?”, purred Dahlia as they unlocked their mouths off each other after more than a minute of kissing.
“I will clean your pussy if you agree to clean mine with your tongue. I like my pussy to be clean all the time unlike you, you dear cxnty niece”, Lauren whispered back.
“Let’s lick each other’s pussies you filthy niece fucker”, said Dahlia feistily.
“I am game, you dirty slutty cum licking aunty fucker”, retorted Lauren and then she raised herself off her niece, used her hands and knees to twist herself around and lowered her face onto her niece’s cum drenched groin.
As she flicked her tongue over her niece’s pussy, she lowered her own groin onto Dahlia’s face.
“Ooooooh! You better do a good job cleaning up, you cum squirting whore”, challenged Dahlia even as she slowly ran her tongue over her aunt’s still engorged pussy nib.
Lauren kissed her niece’s inner thighs gently, enjoying running her lips over the milk-white flesh.
“Ohhh! Aunt Lauren”, called out Dahlia.
Dahlia returned the favor before running her tongue against the innermost flesh of her aunt's thighs.
“Mmmmmm! Dahlia dear”, Lauren called back.
They kissed and nibbled at each other’s inner thighs for a while, pleasuring and tantalizing the other woman.
Dahlia pushed her aunt onto the bed so that they lay side by side with their faces pleasuring each other’s groins. Lauren did not protest.
“Tell me where you want me to kiss you, slutty Aunt Lauren”, asked Dahlia as she continued to nibble at her aunt’s fleshy inner thighs.
“Dahlia dearest, work that tongue over my pussy won’t you?”, requested Lauren as she cupped her niece's heavenly ass cheeks with her hands.
She felt Lauren slowly flick her tongue over her swollen pussy lips.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! There. There. Right there. My niece is the greatest pussy lip licker in the whole wide world”, complimented Lauren in her deep husky voice as she also moved her tongue from her niece's thighs to her pussy lips.
“Oooooooh! Lick me there you whore. Lick me right there. Don’t you ever stop”, ordered Dahlia as she caressed her aunt’s calves and the back of her limbs with the palm of her hands even as she pleasured her pussy.
“Mmmmmm! Am I licking at the right spot, my dear cxnty niece?”, asked Lauren feverishly as she slowly inserted her tongue deeper into her niece’s vagina.
“Uhhhhhhh! I want you to go deeper and deeper, Aunt Lauren. Insert your tongue as deep as I can. Your niece wants it, you MILF cxnt”, demanded Dahlia.
“Hhooohhhhhhhh! And I also want you to go as deep as you can. Other lovers have told me my pussy tastes sweeter as you grow deeper, you whore”, panted Lauren.
She felt the slightest of tremors rise across her niece’s pussy lips.
“Ffffuckkkkkkk! Your pussy tastes and smells so good, you fucking strumpet you”, groaned Dahlia as she also felt her aunt’s pussy begin to quiver as she probed deeper with her tongue.
They licked lasciviously at each other’s pussies for a few more moments before they both erupted at the same time. They extricated their tongues out of each other’s vaginas as the sexual organs shot hot cum into each other’s faces.
“Oghghghghghghgh! I soiled your pussy. Now I’m soiling your face, you cum bucket”, roared Lauren as she orgasmed feverishly, every pussy squirt sending waves of lust surging through her fleshy body.
“AahHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHHH! By the time I am done squirting into your face, you’ll have to get a new facial you squirt catcher”, Dahlia roared back.
Lauren extricated her face from Dahlia’s pussy and removed her groin from her niece’s face.
She slid across her niece’s body and their mouths locked together in a savage kiss even as they continued to squirt out their cum.
They kissed desperately until every drop of cum had been discharged from their pussies.
“Now that’s two stalemates, you dirty little cxnt”, said Lauren locking her thighs with Dahlia’s.
“I am not gonna leave this room until we find out who is the top pussy in the Tusker family, smutty aunty”, countered Dahlia, lodging her pussy against her aunts. Lauren pressed back with hers but neither woman bumped, eager to let their swollen pussies linger together.
Their boobs bumped into each other and both women grabbed each other’s butts.
Cum drenched mouths blew hot breaths onto the surface of each other’s cheeks.
“Slutty-face, I have noticed how you’ve hugged and bumped your tits into mine ever since I moved into this house”, accused Lauren and bumped her dripping pussy against her nieces.
“Bitchy-face, don’t act like you haven’t enjoyed my hugs and boob bumps. I have noticed how red your face turned like a ripe apple every time I hugged you”, Dahlia accused back, and she rubbed back with her pussy lips, making sure they flicked against her aunt’s.
“Ummmmm! I’ve felt like a whore getting groped by my niece just because I live here without sharing in the rent”, Lauren retorted, grinding her burning pussy lips into Dahlia’s.
“Mmmmmm! You are a fucking whore, Aunt Lauren. There is no question about that. I will tell mom that her sister is just a fucking whore!”, threatened Dahlia as she attacked her aunt’s swollen pussy lips with her own.
“Ffffffffffkkkkk! Wait!”, said Lauren, stopping her pussy bumping and glaring into her niece’s eyes.
“What happened whore? You give up already?”, asked Dahlia, giggling into her aunt’s face.
“You cxnt! Why did you bring your mother into this? Why even mention my sister?”, asked Lauren and she proceeded to attack her niece's clit with her own hardened clit in a series of pussy humps.
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! You sneaky whore. You also told me that you would complain to her about me. Let’s keep my mum out of this your bucket of cum”, said Dahlia angrily into her aunt’s face and she also launched a series of attacks with her swollen clit onto her aunt's equally swollen clit.
“Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! You scheming little nymph”, was all Lauren could say as Dahlia pushed her onto the bed and mounted her pussy.
Dahlia leaned back and placed one hand on the bed even as her aunt spread her legs for her. She immediately proceeded to down thrust her leaking pussy lips into her aunts.
“Owwwww! You slutty auntfucker”, screamed Lauren and she upthrusts her pussy into her nieces’, fencing her clit against Dahlia’s clit.
“Ogghghghghghg! When mom opened the door tonight I saw that both your faces were red. Don’t think I didn’t notice. Were you both groping each other?”, accused Dahlia as she enveloped her aunt’s pussy with hers, trapping her aunt’s pussy lips with her own.
“Hoooooooh! I saw the way you hugged my sister, you cxnt! It seemed like you were molesting your mom the way you were pressing your boobs onto hers”, Lauren accused back, and she freed her pussy lips from her nieces. When she slammed back, her pussy lips enveloped Dahlia’s trapping the younger woman’s lips with her own.
Both women could feel the other woman’s pussy trembling. The mere mention of Clara has made their sexfight dirtier and more personal for both women.
“Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”, screamed Dahlia as she freed her pussy lips from her aunts and attacked Lauren’s swollen clit.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”, groaned Lauren frenziedly as she dueled back with her pussy, not giving an inch.
“Mhhhphhhhhhh! Don’t ever accuse me of molesting my mom ever again, you pervy cxnty aunty”, warned Dahlia as she ground her pussy lips into the crevices of her aunt’s pussy.
Lauren could sense that her niece was winning. She knew she had to do something drastic.
“Haaaaaaaaaaahhhhahahahah! Don’t you wanna fuck your mommy, Dahlia ? Fuck your mommy like the mommy fucker you are?”, said Lauren, imitating her sister's feminine voice.
“Ohhhhhhh! You slut. Yeah I wanna fuck you, you tart”, said Dahlia, looking distressed.
“Babbyyyy! Fuck your mommy. Your mommy wants to be fucked real good. You never show your mommy any love honey” continued Lauren, looking up feistily into her niece’s aroused face as she inserted her swollen pussy lip into her niece’s pussy.
“Fuuckkkkkkkk!”, said Dahlia and she began to squirt out hot cum onto Lauren’s groin.
“Your mommy wants you honey! Glue your cxnt onto your mommy’s”, demanded Lauren, going on in her sister's soft voice.
“Owwwwwwwwww!” was all Dahlia could say as she continued to squirt into Lauren’s pussy.
Lauren continued to grind her pussy on her niece’s pussy relentlessly. A few moments later she also orgasmed into her niece’s pussy.
Both women let out screams of naked animalistic lust even as the defeated Dahlia collapsed into her aunt’s arms.
They bear-hugged each other intensely even as their pussies exploded for the third time that night.
“Say it whore! My aunt Lauren is the top pussy in the Tusker family”, snarled Lauren as she grabbed her beaten niece by her hair.
“Yes, Aunt Lauren. You are the top pussy in the Tusker family”, conceded Dahlia.
Lauren locked her mouth over Dahlia’s and the two women kissed each other sensually.
“Ooooh! You fucked me so good, Aunt Lauren”, commended Dahlia.
“Mmmmmm! And you’re no rookie, Dahlia dear”, complimented Lauren.
They caressed each other’s sweaty backs and bumped their sweat-drenched boobs into each other.
“I like your body, Aunt Lauren. There is so much flesh on it”, praised Dahlia.
“Dahlia, you are one hefty young lady and you’re only 23. Imagine what you’re gonna be when you’re my age”, Lauren praised back.
“I liked sweating it out with you, Aunt Lauren. I have always fantasized about sexfighting with you”, confessed Dahlia.
“I’ve always enjoyed you groping me, Dahlia. I look forward to you coming home and groping me like the aunt molester that you are”, said Lauren and the two women giggled.
The three rounds of sexfighting had tired down the two Amazons and they went to sleep in each other’s arms.
They were woken up a few hours later by footsteps from outside the door.
Dahlia looked sleepily into Lauren’s face.
“Is it mom, Aunt Lauren?”, she asked worriedly.
“Yes, Dahlia. It’s just your mother making coffee in the kitchen. I hear her every morning”, said Lauren.
The two women hugged each other.
“Aunt Lauren ….. can I ask you a question?”, asked Dahlia.
“Sure Dahlia dear”, said Lauren, running a hand through Dahlia’s blonde mane.
“You and mom spend so much time together and look so alike. Have you been attracted to mom?”, asked Dahlia, whispering.
“Nooo, Dahlia. Never”, said Lauren immediately.
Their eyes met and they looked deep into the other woman’s eyes, searching for the truth.
“I wanted to ask you Dahlia ….. you got all emotional during the sexfight when I brought up your mom. Are you attracted to my sister?”, asked Lauren seriously.
“No way Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia uncertainly.
“But you orgasmed as soon as I imitated your mother’s voice, Dahlia”, said Lauren firmly and accusingly.
“That’s because you both look so alike. Fucking my aunt is one thing. Fucking my mom is in a different ballpark altogether”, said Dahlia, stifling a gulp.
“That’s all I have to say too. Fucking my niece is not the same as fucking my sister”, said Lauren.
“I trust you Aunt Lauren”, said Dahlia, lying.
“I believe you, Dahlia dearest”, said Lauren, even though she did not.
The two women looked into each other’s eyes and then locked their mouths together in a slow kiss.
Chapter 3
As Clara sipped her coffee in the kitchen, she wondered for a moment whether she ought to wake up Lauren and steal an early morning kiss from her sister.
But she decided against it because it was an important day at work and she did not want to be distracted by an early morning erotic tryst even though she wanted it. Clara called for a cab because she hated driving in the morning traffic.
She carried a laptop bag that contained her mini laptop. The blonde MILF was dressed in a formal gray office blazer, worn over a white shirt that was tucked into a short gray skirt.
The leafy driveway had been cleared that morning and everything looked clean. The black gleaming taxi was parked outside her house. The red oak trees swayed gently in the morning wind as Clara walked towards the taxi.
She felt the distinctive itch in her pussy as she entered the taxi and leaned against the back seat, trying to prepare herself for the day ahead.
The taxi dropped her off outside the tall building in LA’s busy business district. Her office was on the thirty-sixth floor of a glittering LA high-rise. She took the lift up to her office.
There were butterflies in her stomach that morning because she would know the outcome of a business acquisition in which she had helped with the valuation. Clara worked as a senior financial analyst in the Acquisitions Department of Imohara Enterprises, a financial advisory firm.
Despite her anxiety, Clara remembered the ardent kiss she had shared with her sister the previous evening. As the lift ascended, she took out her mobile phone and typed a message for her sister “I thought you would wake up early to give me a kiss and send me away to the office. But you did not. Are you going to make up for it today evening, Lauren?”. She read it once and pressed the send button.
The office was abuzz that morning and as she entered the reception outside her cabin, her assistant Annie was already waiting for her.
“Boss! The CEO was on the phone twice already asking for you”, said the young woman. Annie was a short, fleshy and sprightly redhead, dressed nattily in a navy blue office shirt and short black skirt. Her thick eyebrows were also a crimson red. So were her lipsticked lips. Annie had turned twenty-three last month and Clara thought her assistant's boobs had grown a touch along with the extra year. The redhead had been working as her assistant for three years now.
“Oh dear! I thought I was too early. Her office is on the forty-fifth floor right?”, asked Clara, turning around.
“Yes! I just want you to know that you got this, boss. You are a queen”, said Annie and she placed a hand over Clara’s shoulder.
“Why thank you Annie. This is just what I needed before meeting the CEO”, said Clara, beaming at her assistant.
“Look at your hair. You need to be more careful”, said Annie and she adjusted a small tuft of hair that was poking out from behind Clara’s right ear. The top of Annie’s boobs brushed against the middle of Clara’s boobs fleetingly.
“Thank you Annie”, said Clara before Annie raised herself on her toes and planted a kiss on Clara’s forehead.
Clara giggled at her assistant’s enthusiasm.
“Go get 'em, boss. I want you to kick ass”, said Annie.
“Sure”, said Clara and she caressed the short young woman’s neck with her hand and felt her shiver.
Clara turned around and walked towards the lift and as the lift took her to the forty-fifth floor, she checked her mobile phone again. Lauren had not responded to her message.
The lift reached the 45th floor and Clara stepped out. This was a part of the company where only the creamy layers of top management hung around with each other. Clara was glad to be summoned to this floor to which only the most special and talented of employees were invited.
The cabins seemed larger and there was classical music being played through the speakers.
A tall woman dressed in a tight shirt and pants approached her.
“Hey, Clara. I am Jade. I think you have a meeting with the CEO”, said the woman in an enthusiastic voice. Her thick auburn hair, which was worn short probably made her look taller than she was. Jade was dressed in a tight black blazer and matching pants. The petite nose and her cheeks had shades of dark red over them. She looked like she was in her late thirties or early forties.
“Yes”, said Clara, trying to act normal. But she was nervous, and her heart was beating tremendously. If the meeting went well, Clara would be promoted. It was not like she was desperate for money but despite her shy demeanor, Clara was an ambitious woman.
“Yoshimi is waiting for you, Clara. Please follow me”, said Jade.
Clara had researched Yoshimi Imohara, the company’s CEO. Yoshimi was a Harvard graduate. The 25-year-old was a beneficiary of nepotism. Her mother Blaze Imohara was one of the founders of the firm.
Jade led Clara down a long corridor at the end of which was a red door. She opened the door, and they stepped into the CEO’s office.
The room was huge. Clara was pleasantly surprised by the distance between the door and the table at which Yoshimi Imohara sat.
During the long walk towards the table, Clara saw large paintings of rural life on the beige-colored walls, which she recognized as ones by the German painter Franz Von Stuck.
Yoshimi eyed her with a pleasant smile on her face as she and Jade approached the table where she sat.
She was a jet-black-haired young woman wearing a deep red collared formal shirt.
“Jade you may leave now”, said Yoshimi with quiet authority.
“OK Yoshimi”, said Jade and walked away as Clara sat on the leather chair.
Yoshimi smiled at Clara.
“Clara ….. I was looking at your financial model. I must commend you for the work you’ve put into it. It is comprehensive and helped us understand Axelrod Movie Studios better”, said Yoshimi resting her back on her black leather chair.
“Thank you”, said Clara, shyly.
“No thank YOU, Clara for all the hard work. Would you mind pulling your chair near me because I have some questions to ask you”, said Yoshimi.
“Sure Yoshimi”, said Clara and she lifted the leather chair and walked around the table to where Yoshimi sat. She felt the young Japanese woman’s eyes follow her as she walked towards her.
She placed the chair beside Yoshimi and sat down on it.
“Why don’t you come closer, Clara?”, asked Yoshimi, her eyes twinkling. The skin on the face was clear. Despite the firmness of her voice, Clara was struck by Yoshimi’s demure and feminine Japanese face. Her long and slim fingers were particularly attractive.
“Sure”, said Clara and moved closer to where Yoshimi sat. She couldn’t help but notice that the young woman was wearing a rather short skirt. Her slim legs were shapely.
The CEO had her laptop on the large mahogany table in front of her and Clara could see that the Excel model she had worked on was opened on it.
“I agree with a lot of your assumptions, Clara”, said Yoshimi and she placed a hand on Clara’s thigh. The blonde MILF gasped at Yoshimi’s touch.
“Oh, I am glad you agree, Yoshimi”, said Clara, eyeing the hand on her thigh.
“They’re sitting on a truckload of cash. What do you think they’ll use it for?” asked Yoshimi and she began to caress Clara’s thigh with the palm of her hand and her neatly maintained fingernails. Clara shivered as she sat beside her boss.
“Why is she touching my thigh? Is she coming onto me?”, wondered Clara.
“Not a bad idea to put it in the bank with the rising interest rates. Or they could do some share buybacks”, Clara gasped out as the goosebumps broke out across her body.
Then Yoshimi shifted Clara’s skirt up a little and moved her hand towards her inner thigh, pleasuring Clara’s flesh with her beautiful fingers.
“Ohhh”, gasped, Clara, unable to control herself.
She looked at Yoshimi, who was gazing longingly at her.
“You’re an attractive woman, Clara and you’re good at your job too”, said Yoshimi and she inserted her hand even deeper into Clara’s skirt.
“Ahhhhh”, said Clara smiling at Yoshimi.
“This is sexually flagrant behavior by a member of the top management against a mid-level employee like me. But I am enjoying this elegant and pretty young woman groping me”, thought Clara.
“I could take you places you know. You deserve a promotion for this model alone”, said Yoshimi and she slipped her hand out of Clara’s thigh and ran it down to her knees and then groped the older woman’s calf before moving it back into her skirt, this time stopping right where her panties began.
“Ohhhhhh! Thank you so much, Yoshimi. I am so glad I have been able to contribute”, said Clara, feeling her nipples turning erect.
“I have decided to promote you as my personal advisor in acquisitions. You will report directly to me from now on. Are you OK with this?”, asked Yoshimi as she slipped her hand out of Clara’s skirt and caressed her neck with the back of her soft fingers.
“Ohhhhh! That is so generous of you. This is a huge moment in my career”, said Clara, excitedly.
“You earned it, Clara. All I want is your co-operation. Are you willing to cooperate with me, Clara?”, asked Yoshimi, looking amorously into the MILF’s face.
“Ohhh yes! I am willing to cooperate”, said Clara, her breasts heaving now.
“Good. That is what I wanted to hear. I so look forward to working with you and spending time with you, Clara”, said Yoshimi, continuing to caress Clara’s neck with her soft fingers.
“Aaaaah! Yoshimi, I too look forward to working with a talented young woman like you”, said Clara, swooning in front of her new boss.
“Let’s go out to dinner tonight, Clara to celebrate your appointment as my advisor and get to know each other better”, said Yoshimi.
“Well, Yoshimi just promoted me, and she is an attractive young woman. I am going to have fun with my petite Japanese CEO”, Clara resolved to herself.
Clara placed her hand over Yoshimi’s and entwined their fingers together. She felt Yoshimi shiver as their fingers twined around each other.
“Sure Yoshimi, I will come out with you for dinner”, said Clara.
“That’s great Clara. Meet me in the car park at 8 pm. My car is the yellow Jaguar in the special parking lot for top management”, said Yoshimi.
“I will meet you there, Yoshimi”, said Clara, their fingers still twined together and their palms pressing against each other.
“Then I will walk you to the door now, Clara. I want to spend more time with you. But you know what they say about office walls ….. they have ears and eyes”, said Yoshimi, gazing into Clara’s face.
“I understand”, said Clara and they both stood up.
Yoshimi was as tall as her but slimmer. Not thin but not fleshy either, thought Clara as she regarded her CEO.
They walked to the door, both women gazing sideways at each other.
“Before you leave I want to tell you something important, Clara”, said Yoshimi as they reached the door.
“Oh”, said Clara, stopping.
“My mother Blaze Imohara died in an accident a few months ago. She is a Texan and met my father Toshiro when she was doing her internship in Tokyo at Imohara Inc. started by my grandmother”, said Yoshimi and she took a mobile phone out of her skirt.
She moved towards Clara and opened the photos folder on her phone and clicked on one. A photograph of a fleshy woman in a bikini on the beach opened on the phone. The woman had enormous tits and nice fleshy legs.
“This is my mother Blaze. She was everything to me. Now take a close look at her, Clara”, said Yoshimi, as she snaked an arm around Clara’s waist and pulled the blonde MILF towards her. The sides of their boobs pressed against each other as Yoshimi hugged Clara tightly.
Clara looked at the photograph on the phone. Blaze Imohara looked a lot like her. Their faces were quite similar with prominent cheekbones and blonde hair.
“Ohhh! Your mother is beautiful”, said Clara.
“That she is. But you look so much like my mom, Clara. Did you notice that?”, asked Yoshimi excitedly.
“Yes, I do”, said Clara and she also hugged Yoshimi, around the waist.
“When I saw your photograph in the company records, my heart almost stopped, Clara”, said Yoshimi and she slipped the mobile phone back into her skirt pocket and hugged Clara with both her hands.
Yoshimi’s boobs crashed into Clara’s. Clara let out a gasp and a second later, she hugged Yoshimi back awkwardly.
Clara felt like there was a lot of love in the way Yoshimi gazed at her. She was melting in front of her young CEO.
“I have missed my mom so much, Clara, then I saw your model and checked you up in the records ….. you are a mirror image of my mother, and I wanted to meet you immediately”, said Yoshimi, pressing her boobs onto Clara’s while caressing her back feverishly.
Clara also began to caress Yoshimi’s back as they stayed boob to boob. She smelled the scent of a subtle perfume.
Then Yoshimi disentangled herself from Clara and placed a kiss on her lips. Clara kissed the young Japanese woman back on her lips which were soft like her fingers.
The two women were swooning in front of each other.
“8 PM in the car park. Yellow Jaguar. Please be there, Clara. I want to get to know you better. I don’t want to let you go right now but there could be eyes watching us and ears listening to us”, pleaded Yoshimi, her face red with passion.
“I promise you, Yoshimi. I will be there”, said Clara, almost breaking into tears at the love and tenderness that was being bestowed upon her by her young CEO.
They gazed at each other a moment longer, their breasts pressing into each other before Yoshimi disentangled herself from Clara.
Clara looked into Yoshimi’s eyes for a few more moments, before she turned around and walked towards the door.
She looked back once as she stepped out into the office with the classical music playing in the background. Yoshimi watched her, a thin and innocent smile on her lips. Clara thought her CEO looked like a love-lorn teenager.
“Hope you had a nice meeting, Clara”, said Jade, coming out in front of her as she walked towards life.
“Yes, I did”, said Clara trying not to look aroused in front of Yoshimi’s secretary.
“I will walk you to the lift, Clara”, said Jade, eyeing Clara sharply.
“Thank you, Jade”, said Clara, looking away from Jade’s glare.
“Congratulations on the promotion and the new job”, said Jade as they arrived in front of the lift. Jade pressed the button for the lift to come up to the 45th floor.
“Ohhh! Yoshimi told you about me?”, asked Clara, looking into Jade’s eyes again. Jade was eyeing her seriously.
“I am her private secretary, and she tells me everything”, said Jade a hint of competition in her voice.
“Oh all right”, said Clara, trying to keep her eyes locked with Jade’s but the tall auburn-haired woman’s stare was sharp.
“Hope you have a fruitful meeting with my boss Yoshimi in the evening, Clara”, said Jade, a knowing smile appearing on her face.
“Trust me, I will”, said Clara, fixing Jade with a bit of a glare.
The lift arrived right then.
“Your blazer button has come off”, said Jade taking a step towards Clara.
Clara realized it must have come off during the brief hug with Yoshimi.
Jade put the button back into the small hole and then proceeded to press down on Clara’s tits with her hands.
“Ahhhhhh”, gasped Clara as Jade’s hands enveloped her boobs.
“Show my boss a good time all right. She has been a lonely girl after her mother died”, said Jade pressing down on Clara’s large boobs one more time, before taking a step back.
The lift opened. Clara, still surprised by Jade’s assault on her boobs, stepped into the lift, and the door closed slowly, with Jade smiling amorously at her.
As the lift began its descent, Clara did not have time to process all that had happened to her on the forty-fifth floor because her mobile phone buzzed. She grabbed it out of her pocket and saw that the message was from Lauren.
“I slept a little late, Clara. Dahlia kept me awake. You know how she is. She told me that she is going back to college today. So tonight we will be together, dear sister. Your room or mine?”, said Lauren’s message.
Clara paused before pressing the reply button.
“Lauren. I might be a bit late today. Something came up at work. But I want you to wait up for me. I will be there tonight, my dear sister. We will meet in my room”, Clara typed and pressed on the sent button.
The lift opened on the 36th floor. Clara stepped out of the lift, trying to appear normal as she walked into her cabin. Annie didn’t seem to be around at the reception outside her cabin.
She got the laptop out of her bag, placed it on her table and turned it on. The MILF blonde rested on her chair even as her boobs with the erect nipples on them throbbed against her tight shirt.
“Phew! That was one hell of a morning. Guess I am meeting Yoshimi for dinner. She was definitely coming onto me, the way she groped me. I wonder why she showed me her mother’s photograph. But yeah Blaze and I sure do look alike. And what the fuck was up with Yoshimi’s secretary Jade groping my boobs”, thought Clara.
She turned towards the laptop and began to check her emails.
The door to her cabin opened and Annie walked in with a couple of coffees in her hand.
“How did it go, boss?”, the redhead asked excitedly.
“I got promoted. I am going to be an advisor to Yoshimi Imohara, the CEO of Imohara Enterprises”, said Clara coolly.
A smile appeared on Annie’s fleshy face, and she placed the coffees on the table and walked towards where Clara sat.
“I knew you would do it. I am so proud of you”, said Annie and she cupped Clara’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips.
“Awwwww! Thank you, Annie. You’ve always been there for me”, said Clara.
While still cupping Clara’s face with one hand, Annie ran her right hand across Clara’s golden blonde hair.
“Hhhhhhh! That feels so good, Annie. I have been so tense about this whole acquisition deal”, said Clara.
“I know how hard you’ve been working, boss”, said Annie and she inserted her hand into the back of Clara’s shirt and began to massage her back, running her hand over her boss’ fleshy back.
“Ohhh! Keep doing that Annie”, said Clara, looking up at her assistant’s large tits.
“Boss. Will your promotion mean that I will be assigned to some other analyst at this company?”, asked Annie, her voice laced with a tinge of worry as she massaged Clara’s upper back, stopping at the boob strap.
“Annie! I wouldn’t even think of losing you, ever. You’ve been with me for three years now. You’re like family to me”, said Clara and placed her hands on her assistant's curvy hips.
“I don’t know boss. I thought I would be eased out now that you’re with the top management”, said Annie and she looked like she would break into tears as she continued to massage Clara’s back.
“Now now ….. Annie, come here”, said Clara in a pacifying voice.
“Boss ….. I count on you. You are my role model. The heroine of my life”, said Annie and now she used both her hands to massage the base of Clara’s neck.
“Ohhh! You are so good with your hands Annie”, said Clara, feeling the itch spread across her pussy.
“You mean so much to me boss”, said Annie. Clara looked up into her assistant’s face and her red aroused face oozed sex.
Their eyes met.
Without a warning, Annie plunged her mouth onto Clara’s, stuck her tongue out and attempted to pry open her boss's mouth.
“Annie! What’s gotten into you girl? These are office hours”, said Clara.
“Kiss me, boss. Won't you kiss me? Show your assistant some love”, said Annie, trying to pry her boss’ mouth open.
“Annie, Annie. Hmmm! Listen to me”, said Clara, stifling a giggle.
“Kiss me please ….. kiss me like I am your main girl”, Annie breathed into Clara’s face as she tried to kiss her boss aggressively.
“Annie baby …..”, said Clara, feeling guilty. She did find the short fleshy woman to be very attractive, and the redhead had stuck by her through thick and thin.
Her assistant lowered her face down to Clara’s and kissed her on the mouth again. This time Clara opened her mouth for Annie.
Boss and assistant began to suck lasciviously on each other’s tongues.
Annie placed one hand on the table and the other one on the head of Clara’s chair to maintain her balance as she leaned down and kissed her boss on her mouth.
Clara had both her hands over Annie’s hips as she snaked her tongue into Annie’s mouth. Annie let Clara’s tongue enter her mouth and she enclosed it with her lips, sucking on it like it was a sexual organ.
“Hhhhhhh”, moaned Clara.
“Mmmmmm”, Annie also gasped out.
Then Annie pushed Clara’s tongue out of her mouth and inserted her tongue into her boss’ mouth. The two women gasped as they ran their tongues over each other.
Clara moved her hands from Annie’s hips and onto her boobs as she worked her tongue over her assistants.
“Ohhh! You’ve never touched my boobs before, boss. Do it now. Grope my tits as much as you want”, said Annie breaking away from their kissing.
“Ooooooh! Annie baby, I am sorry I ignored you for so long”, crooned Clara.
“How dare you ignore me, boss. I am going to make you drink my spit as punishment”, said Annie flirtatiously, smiling down at Clara.
“Drinking your spit is not a punishment, it is a prize, Annie baby”, Clara flirted back.
“Then open your mouth for me, boss”, said Annie as she ran her fingers through Clara’s golden blonde hair.
Clara did as she was told, opening her mouth, and Annie gently let out a few drops of spittle into her boss’ open mouth. Clara gulped down Annie’s spit. Her assistant's spit tasted sweet.
Annie lowered her mouth onto Clara’s mouth again and this time the two women kissed ferociously.
The redhead took her hands off the table and chair and began to tear at the blonde MILF’s shirt blazer.
“Annie ….. Annie ….. baby now is not the time. We are in my office Annie”, protested Clara and she shook her assistant's hands off her blazer.
“Boss! I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you now”, said Annie, kissing her boss on her cheeks, forehead and finally on her lips.
“Listen to me Annie. We will fuck each other soon. I promise you, we will fuck each other hard. But now is not the time”, said Clara, she stood up and grabbed her short assistant by the elbows.
“Please, Boss. Won't you let me fuck you now?”, asked Annie, her fleshy cheeks a deep red.
“Not now Annie baby. The time will come. This is not the place for it”, said Clara, running a hand through Annie’s red mane, making the young woman shiver.
Annie closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Clara in a tight bear hug. Clara returned the hug, and the two women hugged each other ardently for a whole minute. Clara smelled the sweet orange smell of Annie’s shampoo before she disentangled herself from her assistant.
“Now I want you to go back to the reception. We have jobs to do. You have calls to pick up, Annie”, urged Clara, smiling patronizingly into her young assistant's face.
“OK boss”, said Annie, like a daughter talking to her mother. She kissed her boss on the lips one more time before turning around and walking out of the office.
Clara sat back on the chair, and let out a gasp. She checked her watch, and it was only 10 am.
Her thoughts wandered towards her meeting with Yoshimi Imohara, her CEO.
“What a strange young woman she is. She looked firm and confident at the beginning but as the meeting progressed she seemed to harbor a deep longing for me. It is so queer. I do look a lot like her mother Blaze Imohara. Is that why she wanted me so badly? Does this young woman, who is my CEO, want me to mother her?”, wondered Clara.
Then she remembered her sister Lauren and she took the mobile phone out of her pocket. There were no new messages from her.
“What is the bitch up to? She should have replied to my message by now”, thought Clara.
Clara opened an Internet Explorer window on her laptop and searched for Blaze Imohara.
A few articles related to Blaze’s death came up in the search results.
“Blaze Imohara, the wife of billionaire investor Tushiro Imohara died in a sailing accident yesterday evening. The accident occurred while she was out sailing in her private boat with her daughter Yoshimi Imohara, in Santa Monica Bay. Police said Blaze seemed to have fallen into the ocean while walking on the deck. No further details are available at this time” and the article ended.
Clara did a few more searches regarding Blaze’s death but there were very few details. It almost seemed like details of her death had been buried by the media because there were no follow-ups.
But she did find some more details regarding Blaze’s hobbies. The billionairess was into outdoor activities like sailing and mountain climbing. She liked to sing. Clara found a Youtube video of Blaze Imohara singing the famous Bonny Beecher song “Come Wander with Me”. She sang it very well, hitting the right notes, and capturing the melancholic essence of the song.
After looking at a few of Blaze’s photos, Clara was once again struck by how similar she looked to Blaze. They were lookalikes. Doppelgangers.
Clara’s thoughts moved away from her sister Lauren, and she could only think about Yoshimi for the rest of the day.
