OKay chap 8 as promised...i think its going to be 9 chaps long so the next one should be the last one :D. FINALLY lol...this was only meant to be a one shot when i began it a week or so ago!! Another very smutty chaper...hope it is too your liking. I have been lying on the sofa typing it up...cos i'm all ill n curled up!!
I think this one came out ok...i hope it did...i'm a little out of it!! The meds i'm on are making me feel aweful...combined with the infection and i'm like as dizzy as hell. But i promised i'd write...and I keep my promises...at least I try to as best i can :).
right...i'm going to curl back up and continue working on ma vid i think. Home alone tonight...bit freaky but ma sister n mum are in france (sigh i couldn't afford to go) and my brother is in Manchester. So its just little old me...and the mouse...he's called troy :D (yes it was me who named him) lol. typical bloody london he's become a common feature in the flat.
Right huggles and cupcakes :D (save one for troy!!)
Scarlett xxx
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Voyeur (8/?)
She watched Andrea stutter, body halting not quite comprehending what she'd heard. Miranda couldn't believe the words had left her mouth. Her intentions hadn't been this intense, a bit of teasing maybe. She enjoyed the chase, preying on Andrea's emotions. She got off a little on watching the young girl squirm knowing she was within her claws, the power was heady, having control, and then it had been ripped from her hands.
She hadn't ever had anyone treat her the way Andrea had, pinning her against her will, backing her into a corner. It had consumed her, the shift of power. She'd never given in, her husbands and lovers unwilling to test her limits, always letting her guide. The control allowed her to keep her walls up, lovers never seeing her exposed or vulnerable. She'd always kept her face hidden, never looking directly into her husbands eyes, afraid of what they'd see, or what they wouldn't as the case may be. She'd never felt a connection and after a few years she stopped trying accepting it was the way she was, the ice queen, unable to feel.
Andrea had seen it all. Staring right into her eyes as she'd fucked her, goading her on, her words whispered in her ears making her body throb. She'd been possessed, her whole body melting under Andrea's touch, giving in, letting go, voice echoing out with pleasure. She'd never made a noise before, mouth sealed, experiencing nothing but discomfort; an empty invasion. Andrea had set her skin on fire, trailing her kisses over her chest, fingers thrusting between her legs, dragging her over the edge, her orgasm blowing her mind.
She'd broken her, her surprise had been exposed all her over her face when she'd gazed at the girl, legs collapsing beneath her, body finally letting go after all those years. She couldn't believe she'd come from Andrea's fumbling fingers. The girl hadn't know what she was doing, her shaking hands had given her away and yet when she'd touched Miranda it had been the most pleasure the editor had ever experience. Body relishing in having Andrea's hands on her; something never having felt so right. And she wanted to return the favour.
She never felt like she'd participated in her old lovers' pleasure, and she'd never wanted to. They all seemed to take what they wanted for themselves she just had to lay there, but wasn't required to participate, not really. Her actions had included no emotional input. This time she craved it, wanting to give the girl the same pleasure she'd given her. All her previous plans had fled, body craving Andrea's taste, wanting to see the girl give in. Andrea had got to see Miranda twice now, able to watch her vulnerability with an unclouded mind. Now it was her turn.
She let her gaze pass over the girl, sensing her reluctance. The discovery of her previous intention must have shaken the girl's trust a little. Miranda wasn't using her, had no intention of, her interest growing with every minute. She hadn't know she'd feel like this, her heart still hammering, body still hungry for more even after she'd been sated. She stepped forward, Andrea's head snapping up, all her earlier confidence gone, but she was still defiant, eyes narrowing, hunger burning within them tainted with distrust.
She put her hands on Andrea's hips, nudging slightly, forcing her backwards. She didn't want to seem too forceful no matter how much she just wanted to throw the girl against her desk and have her way. But then again; her mind had sparked up another idea, one which intrigued her greatly.
She drew the girl into her, caressing her lips with her own, Andrea's breathing still harsh, panting from her previous exertion. Miranda coxed her backwards, keeping her attention, kissing her deeply, taking back control but she felt the young girls resistance Andrea refusing to let go. Their lips parted, Miranda trailing her kisses over the young girl's cheeks, a chaste touch to the corner of her mouth.
'Trust me Andrea…please.'
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It was the please that did it. Andy had never heard to word fall from Miranda's lips before. Everything always demand of her never requested. But then again nothing like this had ever been required. Miranda went to kiss her again, fingers tightening on Andy's hips, a sign of her determination. Miranda may ask for Andy's participation but it didn't mean the woman wouldn't force it from her if she resisted. The editor knew of her desire, evidence of it displayed many times tonight. What having passed between them still vivid in her mind. Miranda's teeth sunk into her lip, the sting making her gasp, lips parting enough for Miranda to slip her tongue in, it grazed over her own, drawing a moan out from Andy's throat. She wanted this, she couldn't' deny it, the woman casting a spell over her, seducing her all over again determined to have her way.
Andy gave in, arms coming up, clinging to Miranda's shoulders as the woman forced her back further. Her head snapped back as her hips collided with the desk, body jarring back from the momentum. Miranda didn't stop kissing her for long, planting her lips over her own once more, passionate and frenzied, longing leaking through. Miranda wanted this as well. Who was Andy to deny her?
She jumped when Miranda's hands slipped to the front of her trousers, twisting the button apart with ease, zipper parting effortlessly beneath her hands. Andy's body throbbed, hips bucking, desperately wanting, she was already so close, the image of Miranda coming only moments ago making her muscles clench. God she'd give anything to cum, body aching.
Miranda's hand plunged down,
'Fuck.'
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She was soaking, warm and wet against Miranda's palm. The small silk panel was drenched, body begging Miranda to stroke her, grind her hand up against her pussy, a single touch enough to make her cum. But Miranda wanted more. She tugged the girl's trousers down, tossing them over her shoulder onto the floor.
The young girl licked her lips, body tense, eyes pleading her, yearning to be touched. Miranda didn't disappoint, cupping Andy in her hand, heel massaging in circles, perfect pleasure against the young girls clit. Andrea's hand fell to the desk, fingers curling round the egde, flexing in resistance. Her grip tightened, hips beginning to undulate, crushing herself hard against Miranda's palm; grinding herself hard up against it. Her eyes slammed shut, so close, breathing shallow, Miranda could see she was about to cum, body on the verge of an orgasm.
She pulled away.
Andy cried out in frustration, the pain rumbling from deep within her. Her eyes snapped open, so many emotions flickering through. Anger, desperation, lust.
Miranda drowned in the darkened depths, emotions so open, pooling in her gaze. She curled her hands over Andrea's hips, shifting; a brief tug lifting the girl from the ground, forcing her up onto her desk. Her fingers slipped beneath the thin bands of elastic, tugging, the silken panties sliding them over Andrea's thighs before tossing them to the floor. Her hands fell on Andrea's knees, fingers tips tickling the skin feeling Andrea tense. She sunk her fingers in, curling her hand round the girls thighs gripping hard, wrenching them apart, her strength overriding Andrea's resistance. Her eyes darted down, Andrea's legs now spread, exposed to her hungry eyes, pussy swollen, glistening with desire.
The young girl twitched, her thoughts written over her face, feeling too exposed considering shying away from Miranda's eyes.
Her gaze snapped back to Andrea's face, daring her to go against her wishes, her hands holding her thighs where she wanted them. A few minutes passed before she leant forward grabbing Andrea's hand in her own. It moved with only slight hesitation, allowing Miranda's touch to guide it. Miranda knew what she wanted, sliding both their hands between Andrea' s parted legs curling her hand over the top forcing Andrea's fingers against her quim. Andrea's head tilted slightly, eyes hooded as she gazed down at the editor, curious as to her intentions the desire still sparkling in her eyes. She wanted this, all reluctance long gone, body bare and exposed, craving nothing but her.
Miranda retreated, pulling her hand own away, stepping back. She grasped the chair behind her, tugging it over, settling herself into it, legs crossed as she stared up at Andrea. She was level with the girl's hips, eyes able to look directly between her legs. Miranda rolled the chair forward, halting before entering the space between Andrea's thighs, hands coming to rest on her knees holding her open. She twisted her head, placing a tender kiss on the inside of Andrea's knee before looking up into her eyes.
'Touch yourself.'
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Andy heart stopped, unable to comprehend the request. Miranda wanted to watch. The editor wanted to watch her finger fuck herself while she sat inches away. Andy swallowed, nerves tainted with excitement. She'd never masturbated in front of anyone before, not even Nate. Their sex had been pretty simple, nothing kinky or adventurous. Andy didn't realise until now how much something edgy could turn her on. Her body already got off on the fact she was poised on her bosses desk, legs spread in front of Miranda's eyes the woman's gaze burning into her.
Miranda smiled, feral, tinted with mischief, 'It's only fair after all.'
Andy knew she was right, the image of Miranda fucking herself flaring back up into her mind. Stilling her nerves she tentatively dipped her finger lower, liquid gathering on the tip, sticky, smearing it over her labia as she glided her hand over herself, touch unsure, heating herself up against her palm, eyes never leaving Miranda's face.
'Yes' Miranda's voice was deep, a whisper on the air, dancing over Andy's skin, the pleasure in her voice evident, making her shiver.
Andy stroked herself, the tips of her fingers gliding over her clit before dipping lower, teasing, body bucking against her hand. She lost herself in her touch, working herself into a frenzy, head falling back, as she moaned. Miranda was watching her, eyes lapping the image up. She could hear her breathing, senses heightened; the woman's warm breath brushing up against her knee.
'Is this what you did while watching me?' Miranda's voice whirled around her; a groan echoing out in answer to the question.
'Or did you do more? Show me?'
Her body pulsed, legs jerking in response. She angled two fingers, guiding them into her wetness, thrusting deep crying out at the sensation she'd longed for since Miranda's breath hit her ear hours before.
'Did you fuck yourself like this, fingers buried within you until you came?'
God, her body was on fire, fingers sliding in deep, gliding in and out with ease. Her juices coating her fingers, dripping down between her legs, coating the surface of Miranda's desk, making her slide. Her legs parted further, opening herself more to Miranda's eyes, reluctance long gone, relishing in being watched.
'Did you do it more than once? Head home after work all the nights after and finger yourself to thoughts of me?'
She couldn't answer, unable to draw enough breath. Miranda nipped at her, teeth digging into her skin. 'Did you?'
'Ergh…yes.' breathless, her vision blurred as she fucked herself harder, the speed of her fingers increasing as she drowned in pleasure.
She felt Miranda shift closer, the movement sinking into her senses, fingers slowing inside her before she allowed her head to come up. Their eyes met, Miranda's hands sliding over her thighs before pulling Andy's legs over her shoulders, forcing them as far apart as possible. Andy's eyes widened, shocked at what was about to happen. Miranda's tongue flicked out, the tip hitting the inside of Andy's leg, glistening, catching Andy's juices on the tip, taking her taste into her mouth. Her hands held onto Andy's hips, tugging her forward, ass almost of the edge of the desk, pussy an inch away from her face breathing in the sent of her arousal. Andy groaned as she abandoned herself, hand slipping from within her, fluid dripping onto the desk.
Her hips lurched when Miranda passed her tongue over her clit, taking her by surprise, massaging the bundle of nerves, shocks of pleasure pounding through her. Suddenly Miranda jerked her tongue forward, slipping down, thrusting it inside.
'Shit.' She ground her hips into the editor's face coating her lips in her essence as the woman fucked her with her mouth. Her tongue worked her over, diving in, slipping out, twisting, twirling, hard and soft. Each action different to the last. Andy's hands sunk into her hair, forcing her head against her sex, back arching as the pleasure became a constant pulse through her body. 'God..yes.' Miranda's nose was rubbing against her clit, the woman teeth grazing against her lips, stinging, making her burn. Her thighs were soaked, flexing around the editors ears as she rode her tongue. It wasn't practiced, Miranda's movements erratic, returning to the points that made her gasp. But it was better than anything she'd ever felt, having desired it for so long. Her throat was sore, voice croaking as she cried out. Miranda pinned her hips down, Andy fucking her face frantically, so close.
She snapped, heel flying off as her thighs flexed her orgasm firing through her nerves. Her cum covered the woman's face, Miranda's tongue still lapping, juices coating it as Andy hit her high. Her skin burned, vision darkening for a second, blood thrumming through her as her muscles fluttered inside, the final shocks shooting through her.
Her legs slapped to the table; arms almost giving way, the muscles weak, shaking as she forced herself back up. She almost came from the sight that met her. Miranda's tongue was snaking over her lips, face covered in cum, shining, a smug smile on her face, eyes dancing in delight.
She heard the editor hum as she licked as much as she could; taking her flavour willingly onto her tongue. 'Beautiful.'
Andy's senses slowly returned, minutes passing as her brain function fell back into place. Her eyes whirled around, taking in her clothes strewn over the floor. She bit her lip, unable to look back at Miranda knowing she'd just cum all over bosses face, blushing. She felt awkward. It was too soon to think about what was going on between them, all her fears falling back into place.
Suddenly she jumped, a noise echoing out from the outer office. Someone had just come in; the door hitting her bags as it had opened. She'd dropped them right by it earlier. She held her breath listening, gaze falling upon Miranda, the woman no longer looking at her, eyes shifting as her ears strained out to hear what was going on outside.
Shuffling, papers being shifted, probably someone searching for the spare schedule on hand; Andy always left one on her desk in case one was required immediately. She heard the rustle of her bags again, then silence. Miranda's head snapped round, staring at Andy, expression closed. They both knew how close they'd been to being caught. Andy shifted nervously, sliding from the desk, not looking back knowing she'd cover the surface in cum, the glass most likely shimmering from her essence. Miranda remained poised on the edge of her seat, gazing up at her for a few seconds before she stood, heels clicking over the floor as she wandered over the her bathroom vanishing inside.
Eyes flicking over the floor, Andy dived down to gather her clothes up. She couldn't' see her underwear, eyes searching frantically over the office. Giving up she threw her trousers on. She felt awkward now, hovering in the office, uncertain of whether she should stay or go. She didn't know what Miranda wanted; for once her knowledge of the woman failing her. She could almost predict Miranda's every move within a work capacity. But the woman she'd seen tonight wasn't the editor she knew. She just fucked a fiery passionate woman, a woman who was both wanton and willing something she never imagined Miranda would ever be. She took a deep breath, eyes darting to the desk. She was so confused, she needed time to think, get away, sort out her thoughts and get her head in gear, Miranda was messing with her mind. She didn't know how she felt, her emotions digging deeper. She stooped snatching her bag up, eyeing the bathroom door before darting out the office.
Her heart hammered, mind whirling as her heels clicked over the floor. She felt dazed at she entered the lift, uncertain she was doing the right thing but knowing she need to get away. She jumped as the door slammed shut, the noise signalling the sudden end to one of the craziest most passionate night of her life.
And she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last.
TBC
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Hope you enjoyed it :). I love writing these two lol. Please leave a review ppl...i'm feeling crappy and they cheer me up lots :). I need some smiles right now!! hugs xx
