Passions Rising

Marcy’s heart pounds in her chest as she looks up into the cool brown of Ms Fontaines eyes, eyes that stare with great intensity into Marcy, the corner of Ms Fontaines lip curls upwards in a knowing smirk; she knows that the little woman had belonged to her for some time now, but now she intends to make it official.

A shivering gasp escapes Marcy’s lips as she feels those large powerful hands upon her, slowly but firmly massaging her ass, her arms wrapped around her comparatively small frame before with a sudden show of strength she hoists Marcy up to her level, the assistant instinctively wrapping her legs around Fontaines waist in the process putting her entirely into her hands.

The strength Ms Fontaine exhibits is so powerful yet casual, speaking to her natural confidence and how comfortably she fits into the dominant position of this newly blossoming sexual relationship.

On some deep psychological level it puts Marcy with her comparatively shallow experience in the realms of sex and love at ease. All she needs to do is look pretty and obey her mistress.

Marcy is laid back upon the desk, which seems to be a staple of their shared sex life, Marcy’s legs reluctantly releasing their hold upon their prize allowing Fontaine to slowly push up that pencil skirt slowly revealing her secretaries drooling cunt that’s soaked her poor panties through.

“Mmh mmh mmh~ someone’s excited~” she says, her eyes staring down longingly at the nearly see through panties, the lump in her own skirt slowly growing ever so slightly larger in circumference.

“I always am when you’re around~” reply’s Marcy, chewing her lip as she watched Ms Fontaines growing excitement in kind, her loins giving that familiar ache, that plead to finally be reunited with its other half.

With a smirk Ms Fontaine reached to her side and taking a barely noticeable zipper between two fingers and pulled it down teasingly slow, wanted to keep her lover in suspense for a moment longer.

The skirt falls loosely, pulling around her heels as her black stockings garters and panties are revealed, only heightening the poor girls arousal as she could see the bulge so much clearer now, the scent slowly seeping out through its lacy prison.

“Please… take me…~” pleads Marcy, unsure is she can suffer any more teasing at the hands of her ebony goddess. She needs to finally know what it means to be claimed, she NEEDS to know what it means to finally be complete.

With a warm chuckle she slides her panties down to join her skirt on the floor setting her glorious cock free, Marcy’s heart skips a beat as she looks upon it in awe, sure she had worshiped that magnificent appendage for the last week but knowing it would finally be inside her? It sent her ecstasy to new heights.

Marcy pulls her legs back to her chest, eager to show off her flexibility to her mistress as she uses a finger to tug the crotch of her panties to the side, offering up her virgin pussy to the sex goddess that stands above her.

Fontaine leans down, her hand grasping Marcy’s ankles as their lips meet, a kiss that puts on display all of their shared passion, love and lust, a sort of promise that this will be far from the last time they meet as lovers.

Marcy moans into the kiss as she feels the heat of Ms Fontaine's drooling tip against her tight slit, all of nature states that these two things must never be together, a cock of that size and a pussy of that tightness but Marcy will be damned if she allows a single inch of her to go unclaimed by her lover.

The pressure begins as the tip is slowly pressed into the narrow, tucked in entrance of Marcy’s pussy, her over abundance of juices taking a tremendous weight off the exchange as Fontaines slut tamer manages to slide inside at a slow almost romantic pace as tongues dance and moans grow louder, not caring who heard.

Just an inch past the tip there’s a sudden stop, Fontaines cock having reaches Marcy’s hymen, the symbol of her purity and the last obstacle standing between their love as mistress and pet.

The kiss is broken if only briefly, Fontaines hands letting go of Marcy’s ankles to take her small hand in hers, Fontaine’s brown eyes staring down into her beloveds pleasured and pained face.

“Darling… I’m going to push… I want you to tell me your mine… ok…~?” She asks, her face wearing a warm and loving smile as she gently squeezes Marcy’s hands.

“Y.. yes my love…~ a.. anything for you~!” Marcy agrees swiftly, though the words needn’t be said she’d do anything to serve her goddess, anything to please her mistress.

The two lock eyes, both of them steeling themself for the moment where they truly meet as one, Fontaine withdraws her cock an inch or so before piston-ing her hips forward her tip bursting through that final barrier as Marcy cries out, screaming as loudly as her lungs could, not caring who heard.

“I’M YOOOUUUURRRRSSS~~!!!”

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Marcy’s hand comes to a stop as she pants for breath, her fingers aching softly as she comes down from her climax.

This must be her fourth orgasm in a row, seated on the toilet on her lunch break feverishly stroking her needy cunt and still that ache won’t go away.

It’s been a week since she’s first sucked her bosses cock and since then she’s all Marcy can think about, finding her thoughts drifting to that dark Amazon, her bulging muscles her gorgeous face her goddess like curves but above all, she can’t escape the thoughts about her cock that pervade her waking life and seep into her dreams.

Every time Ms Fontaine looks her direction she can’t help but feel a pang of desire and her panties start to dampen. Whenever she receives anything even tangentially related to a comment from her her heart skips a beat and she can’t suppress the urge to smile.

If this is love it’s horrifying; she can’t get any work done if it’s not related to servicing her employer under her desk and she finds herself waiting by her phone every night silently preying that her goddess will call her, asking for either a late night servicing or even something as mundane as picking up her dry cleaning.

She’s tried occupying her mind with her old passions, but she just can’t find the motivation, when she tries to play piano the notes just don’t sound the same.

When she tries to read, every love interest in every novel quickly becomes a proxy for Ms Fontaine, Marcy’s been utterly bewitched.

Marcy glances at her phone, it won’t be long until her lunch will be over and she’s not eaten a bite, not that it matters; she’s found food to have lost its flavor after she sampled her goddesses divine nectar.

With a sigh she stands and redresses herself, taking great care to smooth out the wrinkles and ensure every hair in her head is in its rightful place. She’d hate for someone to find out she’s been rubbing herself silly in the women’s bathroom.

Stepping back into the bullpen she makes her way back to her desk when she’s stopped by Donna, perhaps the only person who’s been around as long as Marcy.

“Hey, you notice anything new about Fontaine recently..?” She asks, her eyes slightly narrowed. If Donna had one vice, that would be a love for gossip, one that may have saved her career several times.

“It’s… it’s really not right to talk about her behind her back…” says Marcy, trying to defend her mistresses honor from detractors, even if Ms Fontaine wasn’t actually her mistress.

Seemingly ignoring Marcy’s comment, Donna continues, Leaning in and giving a conspiratorial glance around to ensure the coast was clear.

“Rumor has it she’s been seeing someone new… she hasn’t fired anyone in the last 3 days… that and Stacy down at HR said she spotted her out at a boutique downtown checking out classy dresses, the kind you wear out to dates..!” She says whisper screaming as Marcy’s heart withers and turns to dust.

Ms Fontaine was seeing someone? Who?! Who on earth could possibly be so perfect that they’d draw that goddesses eye?!

Marcy at most had hoped for a position as one of her pets but to be on equal footing with her?! Marcys mind quickly turned to Heather Jones, the harlot that broke Ms Fontaine's heart over some boy toy.

Surely not her, ANYONE but her, she could accept that she found someone worthy of her but to think she’d take in that… that… trollop?! She couldn’t believe, she dared not believe for fear of whatever remains of her heart be blown away like ash.

“I… I’ll… keep an eye out….” Marcy says, bordering on shell shock and she resumed her walk back to her desk, taking a seat and staring down into her lap as she tried to wrap her mind around such a dark future.

Suddenly the phone rings, in an instant Marcy snaps to attention and snatches up the handheld holding it to her ear as the sultry voice of her mistress eased into her ear.

“Come to my office… please” Marcy hops up, eager to prove to Ms Fontaine that she doesn’t need some empty headed whore to satisfy her passions, she pushes open the door to her office, already pulling her long black hair back into a ponytail when Ms Fontaine gently raises a hand, halting the girl in her tracks.

“That won’t be necessary… today…” She begins, something strange laying in her tone, something she was clearly trying to hide.

“I recently received an invitation to the mayors house for a dinner party.. many influential people will be there and so I MUST come… it also wouldn’t do to arrive without a plus one and so I was wondering if you had any plans for this evening”

A date! She was asking Marcy out on a date! Surely if she was seeing someone she’d invite them but no, she asked her! She still has a chance!

Marcy practically falls over herself accepting the invitation, swearing that she has no such plans for the evening (or any other evening for that matter)

“Ok… good.. I already have your information so I will pick you up at 9:00… you’ll need a dress, a nice one..” she says but upon reading the barely concealed panic on Marcy’s face she rises from her seat and rifles through her purse.

“Here, go to Viviennes on Naples street and get something from there… I won’t be made a fool of by bringing a plus one wearing business casual” she says as she presses 1500 dollars into a shocked Marcy’s palm.

After ensuring Marcy understands her orders she gently shoos the stunned girl out, leaving her to dwell on the rollercoaster of emotions today has wrought.

Not only did Ms Fontaine ask her out on a date at a big public event, she effectively bought the girl a dress with matching heels and purse.

Marcy has never seen herself as a materialistic person but something about receiving money from HER touched her heart, after all, Bridgette Fontaine has gone great lengths to save the company and by extension herself money and to see her so willingly give it away to Marcy? It almost felt romantic, like buying your date flowers or chocolates.

With a dreamy sigh Marcy forces her minds to more practical matters, like doing the job she was hired to do.