CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

Secretary

The Executive Washroom

by PJ

 

It was past 9:00 pm when John Gerard lifted his aching eyes from the latest sales report and glanced at the digital clock upon his paper-strewn desk. John picked up his mug and took a dry sip, the cup was empty. Groaning, John stood up, he carried his mug with him across his dimly-lit office, when he opened the door he was surprised to find Miss Fairchild busily typing on her computer.

"It's pretty late for you to be working, isn't it, Caitlin?" asked John, peeking over the gorgeous redhead's left shoulder to see what she was doing.

"Since I'm in charge of the Nasty Wear website, I like to keep it as up-to-date as I can, sir," smiled Caitlin, pushing up her glasses as she gazed up at John with her beautiful green eyes.

"I'll leave you to it then, Miss Fairchild," nodded John, squeezing Caitlin's shoulder before resuming his trek to the breakroom.

"Uh..sir?"

"Yes, Caitlin?"

"I..I was wondering..could I borrow the key to the executive washroom? The maintenance crew is cleaning up the women's bathroom right now."

John turned to face Caitlin, the tall redhead was blushing furiously, keeping her large green eyes lowered.

"Alright. Here's the key."

Caitlin stood up from her desk and took the gold key her employer held out.

"Thank you, sir! I'll bring it right back!"

"Perfectly alright, Caitlin," smiled John.

 

John went to the breakroom and put on a fresh pot of coffee. After refilling his mug, John bought a sweet roll from one of the vending machines, then took his coffee and pastry back to the office. John frowned when he passed by Caitlin's empty desk, did it take a woman that long to pee?

Leaving his steaming cup and roll on Fairchild's desk, John walked to the executive washroom. The washroom door was slightly ajar, John went inside, no sign of Caitlin.

John turned to leave when he heard a husky moan echo from one of the closed stalls. Smiling wryly, John tread softly to the closed stall door, he put his ear to it, he could hear Caitlin's frantic panting, soft, ecstatic moans reverberating inside the tiny enclosure.

"Are you okay, Miss Fairchild?" smirked John, tapping the stall door with his knuckles.

"Huh? Oh! Y..yes! I'm fine, sir!"

John stepped back, he was grinning widely when Fairchild emerged from the stall, her bright red hair slightly disheveled, her hands repeatedly smoothing down her tight black leather skirt.

"When you weren't at your desk, I got worried," said John, trying without much success to stifle the laughter bubbling up.

Caitlin bit her glossy ruby lip, her cheeks burning. She clicked her sharp ebony heels to the closest marble sink, she turned a gold-plated knob and washed her hands beneath the clear, cold spray.

"I'm sorry, Caitlin, I don't mean to embarrass you. Just out of curiosity, who were you thinking about in there?"

Fairchild turned off the water and dried her hands on a silk towel before dropping it into a disposal slot. Facing John, Caitlin met his eyes with her intense emerald gaze.

"I was thinking about you, sir."

John's heart beat faster. He drew closer to Caitlin, the tall beauty didn't retreat.

"That's right, I didn't check your panties today, did I, Miss Fairchild?"

"No, sir," blushed Caitlin, plucking the short hem of her skirt, slowly lifting it until her crotch was laid bare, she wore sheer black silk panties, with matching garters clipped to long, ebony hose.

John lowered his fingers to the damp stain spread across the front panel of Caitlin's midnight silk underwear. When John's fingertips touched the warm, wet patch, Caitlin shivered, her hose-clad knees wobbled.

"You fingered yourself into quite a lather, didn't you, Miss Fairchild?" purred John, languidly rubbing up and down the contours of Caitlin's puffy labia, the silk fabric covering the tall redhead's sex sticky and moist.

"Y..yes, sir..," moaned Caitlin, rubbing her crotch over her employer's fondling fingers, beads of perspiration gleaming across her flushed forehead, her glossy lips trembling until she bit down with her dainty ivory teeth.

"Turn around and lean over the sink," ordered John, sliding Fairchild's black jacket from her shoulders.

Caitlin obediently leaned over the marble sink, her hands clutching the sides, her green eyes tracking John when he moved to stand behind her, dragging down the miniskirt zipper from Fairchild's waist to her left thigh, then letting the leather skirt fall to her polished ebony high heels.

The black silk underwear Caitlin wore was a thong, the ebony string flossed Fairchild's taut, pink buttocks, John could see the thong worked up into Caitlin's wet pussy, enfolded by the hot redhead's swollen, gleaming labia.

"This must be uncomfortable, or do you like this silk string rubbing between your sweet love petals?" teased John, plucking the sheer thong and tugging it through Caitlin's clenched crack.

"I..I like it, sir!" moaned Caitlin, dropping her head between her quaking shoulders, her bare ass lifting as she stood on tiptoes, heavy drops of cunnie honey dribbling down her silk-sheathed legs, leaving dark trails along her skintight hose.

"Mmm, your cunt smells so sweet! Would you like me to rub it?" whispered John, working the panty thong through Fairchild's rocking butt.

"Please! Touch my hot pussy, sir!" begged Caitlin, arching her neck, tendrils of scarlet hair falling free of her frayed bun.

Caressing Caitlin's rolling buttocks with his open right palm, John slipped his digits into Fairchild's warm crack, following the embedded thong to the beautiful secretary's sopping wet twat. Peeling aside the honey-drenched black panty, John stroked Caitlin's hard, throbbing clit, then wiggled his index finger into the long-legged beauty's sticky-wet vulva, digging deep into her tight, drooling lovehole.

Caitlin sobbed and shook her head, her bun falling free, long coils of crimson hair spilling down her rocking shoulders. Arching her spine, Fairchild clung to the wash basin and bucked while her employer's plunging fingers plowed in and out of her melting, oozing gash, her splayed knees quaked, she sobbed raggedly when John fingered her to breathless orgasm.

 

Kneeling on the washroom floor, Caitlin milked John's cock with her cool, adoring fingers while she suckled and slurped upon the swollen, dripping knob. Fairchild rubbed her flushed cheeks with John's dribbling erection, smearing sticky cum over her puckered mouth and perky nose. Moaning with lusty longing, Caitlin swallowed John's prick, her semen-smeared cheeks ballooning as she sucked hungrily upon John's length, drawing all of his veined meat down her tight, gulping throat until John gasped and blasted salty fuck down her esophogus.

 

"Fuck me, sir! Fuck me in the ass!" begged Caitlin, pulling John by his member to the stall she had vacated. Spread-eagling her long legs and slender arms, Fairchild clutched the crossbar over the toilet stall door, she wiggled her bare butt at her employer, her pussy gaping open and drenched in sticky-sweet juices.

Reaching for Caitlin's neck, John loosened her black silk tie, then he used it as a blindfold over Fairchild's glasses and lust-clouded green eyes. John ripped open Caitlin's snug silk blouse, buttons clattered to the washroom floor as John fondled and kneaded the blindfolded secretary's swelling, pendulous tits.

John grunted when he thrust into Caitlin's sloppy wet cunt. Fairchild sobbed, slamming her naked buttocks between John's splayed legs, impaling herself furiously upon her employer's stiff, spearing dick.

Twisting and tugging on Caitlin's engorged strawberry nipples, John panted while he humped the panting, rocking secretary's sweet ass, he milked Fairchild's voluptuous, sweat-slick mammaries, he nuzzled her damp, musky nape, nibbled on a tender earlobe.

Blindfolded, clinging to the groaning headbar of the bathroom stall, Fairchild writhed in John's tight embrace, their crotches crashing together, grinding in a sticky, squirting froth.

"Cum inside me!" sobbed Caitlin, holding John's throbbing cock inside her constricted vagina, until John grunted and gushed load after load of hot spunk into Caitlin's clenched, shuddering belly.

John slowly tugged free his slick prick from Fairchild's slurping, snug pussy. Holding his member in his right hand, John rubbed his oozing knob through Caitlin's gleaming crack, he stroked Fairchild's rosebud bung with his dribbling urethra, then he was penetrating her yielding sphincter, shoving more and more of his thick meat into the blindfolded beauty's warm, tight rectum.

Caitlin and John began to hump again, John's left hand cupping a slippery, milk-heavy breast of his sighing secretary, his right hand working between Caitlin's spread-eagled legs, stroking Fairchild's tingling clit until long strings of oozing cunt spunk fell and splashed between the bucking redhead's sharp ebony heels.

*****

*************************************** CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

Secretary

The Boardroom

by PJ

 

"Did the meeting go well, sir?" inquired Jean, gathering up the sales reports John had distributed to the department heads.

"Yes, very well, Miss Grey," nodded John, finishing the coffee lingering within his mug. "Sales are up another ten percent, the new lines Miss Fairchild tested have surpassed expectations."

"She is a great asset to the company," smiled Jean, tapping the papers in her hands into order before slipping them into a leather case.

John glanced up from his own pile of paperwork, he arched a brow. "Are you implying something, Miss Grey?"

"Girls talk around the water cooler just like guys do," shrugged Jean, her green eyes glittering, her glossy lips curved into a coy grin.

"And did you share any tales of our little escapades during these enlightening conversations?" quipped John, slipping reports into his own leather satchel.

"Maybe a few of the tamer ones..I don't want to scare the poor girl away," chuckled Jean huskily, her sultry emerald eyes growing hot and bright.

The secretary and manager became quiet when Caitlin entered the boardroom. The tall redhead nodded and smiled to Jean and Mr. Gerard, then she began cleaning up the discarded coffee cups, paper plates, and napkins.

*Should we?* mouthed Jean when Caitlin had her back turned.

John stood from his high-backed leather chair at the head of the long table. He nodded to Jean, who surpressed a giggle and walked to the boardroom door, closing it and twisting the knob lock.

"Did they like my new garter line?" asked Caitlin when John approached her.

"Yes, the department managers were very pleased. Good work."

"Thank you," blushed Caitlin, wiping down the table with a damp napkin.

"I think a celebration is in order, Miss Fairchild. Miss Grey tells me you two have been sharing stories."

"Just..just a few, sir," stammered Caitlin, her cheeks burning hotter, her large green eyes downcast behind her glasses.

"Well, here's a story you can tell the new girl," growled John, slipping off Caitlin's jacket while Jean reached behind the tall redhead to work the buckle of Fairchild's short leather skirt.

Caitlin bit her lip but didn't protest when John started unbuttoning her cream blouse. Jean slipped Caitlin's skirt down her long, hose-clad legs, then she ran her hands up Fairchild's sleek, silk-sheathed limbs, licking Caitlin's sheer black hose. Fairchild's green eyes fluttered behind her round lenses, she moaned when John peeled open her unbuttoned blouse, exposing her heavy, swelling breasts cradled in ebony lace.

"I love it when you wear black underwear, Miss Fairchild!" sighed John, seizing Caitlin's voluptuous tits, kneading the firm mounds, then burying his face in Fairchild's warm, satin-soft cleavage, licking her sweet, creamy cleft.

"You were right, sir, Miss Fairchild does get wet quickly!" remarked Jean, her left arm wrapped about Caitlin's small waist, her right hand buried inside Fairchild's sheer black panties, stroking the leggy secretary's throbbing, dribbling cunt.

Caitlin moaned huskily, closing her eyes while Jean fondled her moist, inflamed sex, Mr. Gerard milking and squeezing her pendulous, pliant mammaries. John tugged down Fairchild's lace bra, her enormous melons sprung out, her strawberry nipples engorged and stiff.

"They look so sweet!" sighed John, squeezing Caitlin's flushed pink tits together, then licking the tender, protruding nipple buds, lathering Fairchild's tingling, saucer-sized areola.

"So does her ass, sir!" purred Jean, folding down behind Caitlin in a squat, dragging down Fairchild's damp panties, running her tongue across Caitlin's shivering thighs and over the redhead's clenched, quivering buttocks.

Fairchild leaned forward, her tits dangling so that John could suckle easily upon them, her bare ass hiking up so Jean could lick her musky crack and reach her aching pussy and puckered bung. John cupped Caitlin's beautiful face, he kissed her passionately, devouring her wet, gleaming lips, stroking her compliant tongue. Fairchild reached down to her manager's belt, she worked the buckle open, then nuzzled her face in John's crotch, gently gnawing on his bulge through his briefs, running her wet tongue along the contours of Mr. Gerard's swelling member.

John gasped when Caitlin peeled down his underwear and rubbed his erection with her pursed, ruby lips. Fairchild looked up at John when she swallowed his dick, she made soft moaning sounds while she sucked up and down his veined meat, her saliva gleaming over every throbbing inch of cock.

Jean was busy between Caitlin's splayed thighs, lathering Fairchild's puffy twat with her tongue, scratching Caitlin's rosebud sphincter with a sharp ruby nail, then wiggling her index finger through the slurping secretary's butthole, driving in her long digit to the knuckle. Fairchild groaned around a mouthful of Mr. Gerard's dripping prick, Caitlin's pouty pussy began to ooze with honey, fat dollops of vaginal nectar emerging from Fairchild's vulva, spilling down the cock-gulping redhead's long, parted legs.

 

"Get her onto the table," panted John, his fingers combing through Caitlin's thick, fiery, unbound hair.

Fairchild was straightened up, her bra was unclasped, then discarded along with her open blouse and the black panties tangled about her ankles. Naked except for her sleek ebony hose, black lace garters, and sharp obsidian heels, Fairchild climbed atop the long black oak boardroom table, she rolled onto her back, then spread her lithe legs wide for her manager, who knelt between her splayed, honey-streaked thighs.

Caitlin whimpered when John buried his mouth in her hot, juicy muff. Kneading Caitlin's flushed, gleaming thighs, John drove his eager tongue deep into Fairchild's sopping wet gash, lapping the steady flow of vaginal ambrosia from Caitlin's drooling gash.

Jean straddled Fairchild's head, she carefully removed the tall secretary's glasses, then peeled aside her scarlet panties, pressing her moist cunt to Caitlin's pursed ruby lips. Jean sobbed in ecstasy when Caitlin began sucking on her throbbing snatch, she caught Fairchild's rolling tits, she twisted and tugged on the enormous strawberry nipples, grinding her crotch over Caitlin's nuzzling face, gasping when Fairchild's sinuous tongue wriggled deep into her melting love passage.

 

Lifting his honey-smeared mouth from Fairchild's gaping pussy, John knelt up, then brought his saliva-soaked erection to Caitlin's yawning fuck flower. Grasping Fairchild by her shapely hips, John shoved his dick into Caitlin's tight cunt, he sobbed as he pushed more and more of his veined shaft through Fairchild's slurping cooch. After all of his manhood was sheathed inside his cunt-eating secretary's hot hole, John started pumping in and out of Caitlin's clenched pussy, he worked his pole hard and fast inside Fairchild, clinging to her rocking hips as he plowed furiously into her warm belly.

Sobbing inside Jean's gushing fuck slit, Caitlin wrapped her long legs about her humping boss, she tongue-stroked Jean's dribbling snatch, licking at the bucking secretary's cherry clit till Jean threw back her head and soaked Fairchild's face in a shower of warm jizz.

Tearing open her own crimson blouse, Jean rubbed her bare breasts over Caitlin's rocking mammaries, she moaned, her smile wanton as her stiff nipples rolled around Fairchild's engorged tit buds, their soft mounds squeezing together, hot and sweat-slick. Watching John's thick cock pound through Caitlin's gaping pussy, Jean lowered her head between Fairchild's spread-eagled legs, she lapped both John's cum-soaked prick and Caitlin's sticky-wet cunt, relishing the taste of both lovers' juices mingled into one intoxicating cocktail.

 

His swollen cock on the verge of exploding inside Fairchild's hungry, milking, lovehole, John dragged out his dripping shaft from Caitlin's frothing pussy, he fed his prick to Jean, who held her ruby lips wide for it, enthusiatically sucking her manager off till John groaned and shot his salty load down Jean's ravenously gulping throat.

 

With Jean riding Caitlin's bare back, both naked secretaries held their pearly asses high for John to fuck. Mr. Gerard relentlessly plumbed his hard dick through all four holes presented to him, pounding through slippery cunts and tight rectums with equal fervor.

 

Reclining in his high-backed chair, John smiled while he watched Caitlin and Jean go down on each other in a tangled, sweaty, sixty-nine, both naked beauties outstretched upon the boardroom table, the smooth oak slick with a sheen of both secretaries' frequent vaginal discharges.

With both of their flushed, lovely faces smeared with cunt honey, Fairchild and Jean crawled across the long table to John's seat, both young women lowered their mouths to their manager's new erection, they took turns sucking Mr. Gerard's swollen prick, their tongues stroking and teasing, lapping the sweet beads of cum bubbling from John's puckered urethra, glossy, hungry lips enfolding the groaning man's knob, slurping loudly and wetly till John sprayed both of his nude secretaries' leaning faces and hanging bosoms with a sticky shower of milky man juice.

*****

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD / KARA ZOR-EL

CAITLIN FAIRCHILD / KARA ZOR-EL

Secretary

Dressing for Success

by PJ

 

"It took some convincing, but I got you another interview with John," said Caitlin, sitting opposite Kara at a table in the busy mall food court.

"Thank you so much, Kat! I won't let you down!" beamed Kara, her luminous blue eyes sparkling with glee.

"Well, you are two months late with your half of the rent, I can't carry it all forever," shrugged Fairchild. "So, what have we learned since your last interview?"

"I..uh..have to be more confident!" grinned Kara sheepishly.

"Yes, that's true, but what else?"

"Umm..I have to dress better."

"Yes! Such as?"

"Uh..a shorter skirt?"

"That will help, but what's more important?"

"Umm....leave my blouse unbuttoned?"

"Clumsy," clucked Fairchild, shaking her head. "No, you need to wear the proper underwear. You have to show John you're serious about working for Nasty Wear, that you're willing to do anything to promote the company and our product. What is Nasty Wear promoting, Kara?"

"Uh..lingerie?"

"Sex, Kara, our company is selling sex. So that's exactly what you have to do when you meet with Mr. Gerard tomorrow morning, you have to seduce him, tease him, then you pin him down and make him give you a job!"

Kara covered her mouth with her hands and giggled. Caitlin sighed, she had alot to teach the college coed today.

"Let's finish lunch, then we'll walk over to that Nasty Wear store and pick out what you're going to wear Monday."

"Okay, Kat!" smiled Kara.

 

"Alright, what are you wearing right now?"

"Uh..just these jeans and halter top."

"No, what kind of underwear are you wearing!"

"Oh! Umm..my usual cotton panties and bra."

"That's won't do at all!" frowned Caitlin, flipping through the racks of sheer black lace and flimsy satin.

"You're not really a black panty and garter girl yet, so we'll stay with virginal white," muttered Fairchild, moving over to another rack and plucking a hanger with a pair of white lace panties and a matching low-cut bra. "Here..try this on!"

"Okay," blushed Kara, taking the hanger Caitlin handed to her and heading over to the dressing rooms.

Fairchild browsed around the shop while Kara changed, she eyed a black leather corset she thought John would go wild over, then she searched around for some crotchless black panties for awhile until she grew impatient and flipped her left wrist to check her watch.

"What's taking so long in there?" demanded Caitlin, rapping on the dressing room door with her knuckles.

"I can't walk out of here dressed in my underwear!" protested Kara.

"Give me strength," moaned Caitlin, rolling up her green eyes before she opened the dressing room door and stepped inside.

Kara squeaked at the intrusion, covering her small, perky tits with her pale right arm, the splayed fingers of her left hand warding her lace-clad crotch.

"It's just me, silly!" growled Caitlin, spinning Kara about to face the full length mirror set against the dressing room wall, adjusting the filmy lace cradling Kara's milky young breasts.

"Yes, this is much better. Although if you can't walk about in a store full of women I don't know how you'll ever seduce John tomorrow," muttered Caitlin, tugging at the frothy lace hugging Kara's sensual hips.

"You..you just surprised me..that's all!" pouted Kara, looking at herself in the mirror, a tiny, wicked smile upon her glossy lips.

"Hmm," replied Kat doubtfully, working the lace thong of Kara's panties into the petite girl's tight crack. "Wiggle your butt for me."

Giggling, Kara wiggled her perky ass for Fairchild, Caitlin smiled and slapped the small blonde's right buttock, making Kara squeal while her alabaster cheek burned.

"You might be able to pull it off. How does wearing this sexy underwear make you feel?"

"I feel naughty," whispered Kara, blushing at her reflection, biting her cherry lip as her hot blue eyes roamed up and down her young, nubile body.

"That's good," smiled Kat, stroking Kara's silky, golden hair. "What do you feel like doing right now? Show me like you would show Mr. Gerard."

Cheeks flaming, Kara tentatively stuck her right hand inside her lace panties, she whimpered when her cool fingers touched her hot, glistening sex, Kara began fingering herself, her bare knees shivering as she masturbated for Fairchild before the mirror.

"That's my girl," purred Caitlin in Kara's ear, hugging the small blonde's waist as she watched Kara stick two slender fingers into her own melting snatch, moaning when the digits plunged up into her clenched vulva, working in and out of the quivering coed's sopping wet hole.

Peeling down Kara's lace bra, Caitlin tweaked her roommate's throbbing, engorged, cherry nipples. Kara whimpered against Kat's soft cheek, rubbing her little ass between Fairchild's thighs, sobbing when Kat pinched the little blonde's stiff, tingling, breast buds.

Fairchild licked Kara's alabaster neck, then the two gorgeous girls were kissing wildly, Caitlin's fingers joining Kara's inside her soaking wet panties, four fingers impaling the blonde girl's drooling, sucking pussy.

Kara moaned inside Caitlin's slurping mouth when she climaxed against her lean, towering friend. Kat drew out her honey-drenched fingers from Kara's dribbling cunt, she licked her roommate's sweet cunnie honey, then smeared the blonde's jizz over the panting girl's own trembling, wet lips.

"Let's continue this at home before you make a bigger mess," smiled Fairchild, tugging Kara's cum-stained panties from the petite blonde's sticky-soaked crotch.

 

Shoving Kara across the bed, Caitlin climbed in like a stalking panther, her rounded ass hiked up as she snatched Kara's buckle and tugged down the blonde girl's tight, faded jeans.

Reaching between Kara's flushed pink thighs, Fairchild ripped off the panting coed's plain cotton panties, she tossed the tattered underwear away, then Kat buried her beautiful face in Kara's musky-hot crotch, sucking on the blonde girl's sweet, sticky-wet pussy, licking Kara's swollen clit.

Kara wrapped her pale legs about her crotch-nuzzling roommate, she combed her fingers through Fairchild's thick, fiery hair, grinding her aching, oozing gash into Caitlin's ravenous, slurping mouth.

"Mmm, you're making me cum!" sobbed Kara, tossing her bright, golden hair about her quaking shoulders as she squirted hot juices down Caitlin's greedy, gulping throat.

Stroking Kara's splayed, hot, inner thighs with her slick tongue, Caitlin worked her spunk-coated tongue into Kara's gaping pink twat. Kara arched her spine, bucking uncontrollably while Fairchild's swirling, pistoning tongue sent the blonde girl over the edge of orgasm over and over again, till the bedsheets were drenched in Kara's warm, musky discharge.

While she buried her mouth inside Kara's yawning, glistening wet lovehole, Fairchild slipped her fingers inside her own skintight jeans, fondling her burning, honey-soaked pussy, impaling two long digits into her hungry pink slit as she speared her tongue deep into Kara's contracting, squishy-wet vagina.

Locked knees shuddering, little pink toes curling, Kara screamed when Fairchild made her climax six times in breathless succession, hot fuck dripping from Caitlin's lovely heart-shaped face. Leaving Kara gasping, sweaty, and limp upon her fuck-drenched bed, Caitlin wiggled out of her hip-hugging jeans, then she pulled down her honey-soaked panties, dropping them to the floor with a wet plop.

 

Reaching underneath Kara's bed, Caitlin pulled out the shoebox where the blonde coed kept her special toys. Withdrawing the long black dildo fastened to a belt harness, Fairchild licked the ebony, hard plastic shaft till it was gleaming and slick, then she fastened the leather belt about her shapely hips and rolled Kara onto her tummy.

"What are you doing..?" moaned Kara before her blue eyes grew wide, a ragged sob exploding from her gaping lips as Caitlin plowed the black dildo deep into her young roommate's moist, yielding pussy.

Hugging Kara's small waist, Kat lifted up the panting blonde's perky butt, humping Kara's luscious ass furiously. Fairchild's flexing thighs were gleaming with rivulets of her own hot juices as she pounded Kara's rocking bottom till the sobbing coed's rounded buttocks were glowing cherry red.

Kara clawed at the tangled bedsheets, drool spilled freely down her hanging chin as she rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, her small, sweat-slick breasts rolling, her spread-eagled thighs dripping with constant flows of nectar from her slurping, gushing, dildo-penetrated cunt.

Fairchild gathered a handful of Kara's long, shimmering, honey-gold hair, she tugged back the coed's head, riding the bucking girl like a lathered mare in heat, thrusting hard and deep into Kara's tight, drooling pussy, till the blonde girl shrieked and sprayed Fairchild in a shower of hot, musky, cunt fuck.

 

Kara and Caitlin took a break to go to the bathroom and share a can of cold soda, then the two naked girls climbed back into Kara's disheveled bed, the little blonde resting on her folded legs, looking up at Fairchild expectantly for her next lesson.

"Alright, the next thing you need to know is how to suck cock," smiled Kat, fondling the black dildo still warm from Kara's sloppy wet pussy.

Kara's cheeks glowed, she nibbled her lower lip. "Umm, how do I do that?"

"I'm glad you asked," winked Caitlin. "I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can, then wrap your lips around this big black knob."

Leaning forward, Kara gazed up at Fairchild for approval while she opened her jaws wide for the stiff ebony prick strapped to Caitlin's crotch. Enfolding the sticky plastic knob with her sweet cherry lips, Kara held the dildo inside her small mouth and waited.

"Now suck on the head, like you would suck a lollipop."

Kara obediently started suckling on the dildo tip, working her glossy lips around the swollen knob, her flushed cheeks tightening with her slurping efforts.

"That's very good! Now slide your mouth back and forth along the shaft, never loosen your lips around the man's member, try to stroke it with your tongue while you're sucking it down your throat."

Moaning around her mouthful of black cock, Kara slurped the dildo all the way down her tight esophogus, she gagged when it was completely inside, drool oozed down her tiny chin in long, glistening strings as the blonde coed lathered the ebony shaft with her tongue, her gaping cherry lips pumping up and down the gleaming, dripping dong.

"Mmm, that's a good little slut! You're making me wet just watching you suck down that fat prick!" purred Caitlin, rolling her shapely hips, hugging Kara's neck as she humped the kneeling blonde girl's hungry, sopping wet mouth.

Kara squeezed her blue eyes shut, trying to keep up with Kat's faster and faster thrusts down her gulping throat. With her flushed face nuzzling Caitlin's pounding crotch, Kara reached between her own parted ivory thighs, she furiously fingered her oozing, melting hot pussy, digging two digits deep into her dribbling gash as she sucked on the black shaft pistoning between her drooling, milking lips.

Fairchild sobbed when she tugged the dripping dildo from Kara's insatiable mouth, the gasping redhead squirted Kara's upturned face in a shower of hot juices from her inflamed pink pussy. Moaning softly from her own thigh-drenching climax, Kara licked her pouty lips clean of Caitlin's sweet vaginal ambrosia, then she dipped her angelic face beneath the dangling dildo to suck on the beading tip of Fairchild's plastic prick.

 

Snuggled in the crook of Caitlin's enfolding arms, Kara smiled and wiggled closer to her perspiring, naked lover.

"Think you're ready for your interview, Kara?"

"Um, hm," nodded Kara, relishing the firm mounds of Fairchild's slippery breasts rubbing up and down her bare back.

***

 

"Good Morning, Miss Zor-El. Miss Fairchild says you have some new experience you wish to share with me?"

"Yes, sir," smiled Kara, shaking out her shining gold hair from the bun atop her head, removing her glasses from the bridge of her perky nose while using her free hand to pluck at the buttons of her snug, nearly transparent, cream silk blouse. As Mr. Gerard gaped, Kara strutted around the desk in her polished crimson stiletto heels, she folded neatly to her hose-clad knees, then she smiled brightly up at John while she deftly unbuckled his trousers and went down on his rising, throbbing cock with her urgent, devouring, ruby-painted lips.

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