She Jumps in Suprise

Jessie was flabbergasted.

She'd come in to make the desserts for the wedding tonight, only to find her work area overrun by cooks preparing the dinner.

She was set back at least 2 hours already, just chasing people out of working where they weren't supposed to. The cheesecakes were done though, she just needed to make the hotel's signature mint creme whipped cream.

Sadly it appeared as if some kitchen staff had stumbled upon her stores and decided the Bailey's Irish cream and Creme de Menthe were better suited for drinking.

So now she was steering a cart in a rush hoping the bar manager was at his vault, and could spare her some running around.

As she turned the corner Jessie sighed with relief, someone was here opening the booze locker.

As she approached closer something was wrong. She noticed the girl hadn't moved at all.

"What's going on?" Jessie bluntly demanded, launching Shelly into a jump of surprise. Jessie wasn't the type to wait for answers.

Pushing the voyeur out of her way she burst through the door, Jessie began shouting, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! YOU KNOW, YOU ESPECIALLY KNOW THIS ISN'T ALLOWED!"Jessie pointed specifically at the bar manager, she was an older woman, she had been around the block more than once, and had long ago run out of shits to give about proper conduct when it came to enforcing job rules.

Dave panicked, scrambling to pull out of Lucille, he tried to hurry his pants back shut, ultimately failing as he realized how large his still rigid cock had grown.

Lucille sighed deeply, laying her head against the wall. So close... Turning to look at Shelly she smiled mischieviously, feeling emboldened as the scrawny blonde blushed in response.

"YOU! What are you doing just standing there! Were you raised with no decency! Get dressed and get the fuck out of here!" Jessie began ranting at Lucille, she couldn't believe the audacity of this little bitch. Not only was she fucking a manager, but when caught she stays there waiting for him to stick his dick back in! As if that were going to happen!

Lucille reluctantly picked up her clothes and casually strutted towards the door. Her gaze was locked on Shelly, Shelly could only nervously fidget in response.

Shelly didn't know why she suddenly felt so nervous or anxious. The woman from the kitchen had surprised her, but now she felt a mix of embarrassment and eager ****. She hadn't felt this way since she started dating in high school.

The naked maid approaching didn't help. Shelly was trying not to look, but kept finding her eyes drifting back to the sway of those perfect Filipino breasts, her smooth camel toe, her toned legs, and perfectly done toe nails.

It was as if the shouting in the room was a world away, as she stared down past the shorter woman's cleavage trying to avert her eyes.

"You know, I didn't give that to you for you to just hold onto." Lucille said lewdly pulling her tusk out of her pants pocket, before dropping her clothes on the floor outside the door. She peaked over her shoulder and smiled, things were going to get interesting.

Lucille guided Shelly's heavily blushing face up to look at her by the chin. Luridly licking the tusk, she then grinded it across her clit, sliding it back in with a passionate moan.

"You wouldn't believe how good it can feel. It feels even better when you do some...thing right." Lucille continued, gasping in pleasure towards the end of her sentence.

Had Shelly been more in touch with her primal instincts, she would have been long gone. Her fear and terror were trying to claw themselves to the front of her conscious mind. All the while her primal sexual urges were using the expressway society had kept for it as it rewrote all the rules of human survival.

This was why Shelly couldn't understand what she did next. She felt primal repulsion, but even greater sexual curiosity pulled her in.

Lucille withdrew her tusk from her pussy and brought it up across her tongue, tasting her juices from it. As her tongue reached its base Shelly's tongue reached out to taste it.

Shelly didn't think of it, she had no cognition of why she did it. All she knew was as she realized she licked it, and liked it, her lips were already kissing, and suckling down the tusk opposite Lucille.

As Shelly shyly kissed her way back up it, mouthing the tip before gazing at Lucille pleadingly for approval. She couldn't understand why.

Gazing past Lucille, Shelly could no longer hear any shouting.

Feeling Lucille's hand on hers she gazed down, Lucille was comparing their objects. Lucille's had taken on a more ovid form, and it's exterior seemed almost leathery.

Pulling Shelly's tusk up to her mouth, Lucille's tongue delicately danced around Shelly's grasp on it.

Shelly blushed, then shyly began kissing up along Lucille's shoulder when a sudden panicked scream pulled her out of the seductive trance she had fallen into.