Data Mining Marisol

Searching around Heather's desk, you figure a girl that **** for sex might have something to help her take the edge off every now and then.

Inside the a desk drawer, you find Heather's canvas bag and spill the contents on the desk to sift through it. "Damn that girl is hard up." You find two large vibrators, a string of beads, a squeeze bottle of KY His/Her jelly, one HUGE black rubber cock and a remote controlled butterfly vibrator.

You can't help but shake your head wondering what kind of bag of crazy a pretty girl like Heather has that she hasn't had sex in over a year. So not bothering to fix yourself up, you take the toys in Heather's bag and quietly walk into Marisol's office, thinking you might go full ninja and not get noticed, with your big dick swinging in full view.

Marisol's spacious office looks as if it's part of an old prestigious library. Old hardwood paneling with book filled shelves. Some pieces of art that your puny mind couldn't appreciate properly. There's even a fully stocked bar cart with crystal glasses. Marisol is just sitting at her desk picking at her salad while going over some papers and looking at a tablet. She doesn't look up at you as you walk in on her. <Ok, no reaction from her, that's good.> You thought.

You wave your hand in front of her face and get nothing. Emboldened by this, you lift up Marisol's hand to admire the large diamond ring on her finger. Marisol is still going over her papers not noticing a thing, it doesn't take long to pocket Marisol's two rings, necklace and Rolex watch that's she's wearing. Then wrapping her hand onto your cock for some good old fashion pumping action. You move her hand up and down your hardness to discover that she keeps mindlessly pumping you on her own even as she continues looking at her papers.

Standing there enjoying the feeling, you look down and finally look her over. Marisol is little older, but from what you can see, she takes very good care of herself. Her thick semi curled black hair drapes just below her shoulders and you smell just a hint of lilac from her. Her smoke grey jacket is draped on the back of the seat which leaves you to see more skin since her ivory camisole top is sleeveless. Wanting to see more of the Iron Bitch, you gently lift her out of the seat. Marisol keeps at her papers and pumping now semi bent forward with her ass sticking out to you. Your hand glide up Marisol's legs from the back of her knee, across her firm shapely thigh up to her ass cheeks.

<"Magnificient."> To yourself. <I need to see more.">

Sadly you take her hand off your shaft and carefully tug here and there from behind. You manage to undo her belt and slacks and like every grand unveiling before, Marisol's slacks drop straight down to the floor confirming the full and firm legs and ass she has that you just felt up. Not a single flaw, dimple, or mark you'd think you would see on an older woman. For the next minute or so you just glide you hands across her backside admiring her form and notice up the bottom of her camisole that she's rather busty. Her tits hanging since she's braless now that it's normal for working women. You can't help but reach out to palm and tweek Marisol's warm firm tits.

Quickly finding the bottle sex jelly, you pop one side of the bottle and liberally apply the red jelly to Marisol's tits, ass, pussy, and fingertips. Now with the blue jelly side open you put some of it on the black rubber cock. Lining yourself up behind Marisol, you spread her Marisol's cheeks apart ready to insert it when the office door bursts open.

Heather busts into the room panting heavily with a bunch of folders in hand. "NICK! I have everything you wanted!" Heather drops the folders to the floor and begins desperately stripping.

Marisol screams. "HEATHER! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!" Marisol pulls away from her desk, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. "OMIGOD PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!" She screams grabbing hold of Heather.

Heather's sweater and top are already on the floor by the time Marisol grabs her. Frantically looking at you, Heather begins taking/ripping off her jeggings when you finally realize, you idiot, that you better take control of the situation. Speaking softly to Heather. "Heather, al...."

"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!?!" Marisol screams. "

"<Fuck it.> Heather, Marisol, hello there." {snapping your finger}

The effect was immediate. Marisol's eyes grow wide as a crazed open mouth smile appears. She practically rips her camisole top off. Heather, still not satisfied from the first snap of your fingers, goes berserk. Her jeggings ragged and torn are still around one leg as she begins to face you. Thinking quickly you get Marisol and Heather to face one another. With a quick daub of the blue jelly on Heather's hand you insert Heather's hand into Marisol's pussy. The two jellies ignite together and the two women begin to hungrily kiss and caress one another. They alternate sucking on each others tits as fingers find search for holes to fill. For good measure you were able to apply blue jelly to Heather's more sensitive area and fingers. Their passion burn hotter and they touch and lick more of each other's bodies. Dropping to the floor, Marisol and Heather twist into a '69' position. Nosed and tongues buried deep into the other's wet pussy. The gasping for air amid the muffled sounds of moaning and groaning brings a twisted smile to your face.

Dropping the black rubber cock between then you think. "<Well my job is done here.>" You quietly grab the folders Heather dropped and stuffed it in the bag with the sex toys, along with Marisol's purse and tablet. As you get to the office door, Marisol finds the rubber cock and jams it in her as she lets out a roar of satisfaction. Heather, looking frenzied, sees the cock and inserts herself on the other end. The pair twist themselves around like they're crab walking belly button up and sync their legs and hips as they pump themselves stupid.

Closing the door behind you, chuckling to yourself, you get back to Priya's cubicle. "Hey Priya." Looking around. "Where's Lorelei?"

"Heeeeeeeey." Priya learns forward for the customary grope. "Heather came by and took her to personnel. Something about a job. Did Heather looked okay to you? She seemed kind of frustrated."

Smiling still. "No she seemed okay to me and why didn't you tell me MZ Diego was so formal. She wanted to rip my head off when I called her Marisol like you do."

Caught in the act. "Oooooo nobody calls her Marisol except behind her back." Shrugging her shoulders. "Sorry, anyway look I'm frustrated right now so I'm calling it. Lets go home and meet up here tomorrow."

"Oh wait. I have to go to a wedding tomorrow. I could cancel and...."

"No, no, you go. It'll give me time to think some designs through. Pranab is out of town on business and I was to go to my family's dinner on Sunday but I'll be here both days. You go enjoy the wedding tomorrow and meet up here on Sunday so we can get this done. Ok?" Priya puts out her hand for a shake.

You take hold of Priya's hand and pull her towards you. A touch of jelly still on your fingers was all you need to stir Priya while twixting her nethers. "I'll see you Sunday." You french kiss Priya then twirl her naked body about and give her a firm slap on the ass only then to walk out leaving Priya dizzy, out of breath, and aroused.