~~Eva~~
I whip through the clothes in my closet, pulling individual garments off the hangers before tossing them to the floor. I have absolutely nothing good enough to wear today. I need something that really pops, that makes a statement, that yells with complete clarity ‘Hey, Amanda, look at me!’
But none of these clothes say anything at all! With a huff I kick the pile as I collapse onto my bed. I’d show up naked if I could. That tends to pick up attention. But of course I can’t just waltz through the office in nothing but my birthday suit. Unfortunately…
Finally, I throw in the towel, grabbing a green knit dress off the floor and pulling it over myself. No bra. I pull on my boots and apply some lip gloss, puckering my lips in the mirror before taking all of myself in. The dress fits my form nicely, and I smirk at the way my nipples push right up against the fabric, so obviously perky.
Jess and I prepared a little plan last night. Operation Amanda: the way to get a walled up woman to love you. We’re gonna start off with some teasing and seduction today. Not like that’s something that I haven’t already been doing, but it seems to be working fairly well, so I’ll try a bit more with the additions Jess suggested.
Satisfied with my look, I grab my bag before heading out and off to work.
~~*~~
Amanda is sitting at her desk when I enter the office, completely buried in stacks upon stacks of papers. Slowly she works on sifting through them, typing on her computer, then going right back to sifting.
“You look stressed,” I start, dropping my bag down by the door before continuing on my way over to her. “Any way I can help?”
Without looking up at me she hums, squinting her eyes at the monitor. “Yeah, come here, Eva.”
I chuckle. “Pretty straightforward. But you know I’ll always come for you,” I wink, as I stride over to her.
Amanda rolls her eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I told you this week was gonna be busy. Take some papers, I want you to look for these things,” she starts, explaining everything in that serious manner of hers. She’s all business right now. From the way she talks, across the look in her eyes, and through the tone of her voice, anyone can see she’s nothing but serious right now.
And I can’t help but want to push her when she’s like this. And push her I shall.
“Sure there’s no other way I can help you?” I ask, gazing up at her through my eyelashes. I lick my lips seductively, hugging the stack of papers against me to push my breasts further up and against my dress.
Amanda’s face flushes, cheeks growing red as lust dances in her eyes. Quickly she snatches up those sparks and buries them deep within her mind before snapping back at me. “N-no. Go through those, and,” she grips my shoulder pulling me so close I can feel her warm breath fan against my ear, “I don’t want to see you wearing something like that here again.”
Goosebumps skitter across my skin in anticipation of what she might do once I carry out the plan unfurling in my mind. “Don’t worry, you won’t,” I reassure, mischief lacing my words.
I place the papers down on the coffee table before gripping the hem of the dress in my hands. Clearing my throat, I raise the dress up and over my head, leaving me completely naked save for my thin, mint panties, and my boots. I throw the dress at Amanda.
“Here you go, you won’t have to see me in that again,” I shrug, sticking my tongue out at her. I then go to sit on the couch, my ass barely grazing the leather of it before Amanda pulls me right back up again.
“We are busy. Stop being a brat and get some work done,” she scolds, putting some emphasis on the word ‘brat’. “There’s stuff I need to do, and it would help me if my assistant assisted.”
“Woof,” I bark teasingly at her. “What’s with you? You’re so snappy today,” I push further.
“Eva,” Amanda warns, eyes darkening, lighting a fire in the Ümraniye travesti pit of my belly. “I am giving you one last chance. Put your dress back on, and go through those papers.”
Licking my lips a grin stretches itself across my face. “Make me,” I dare, the flames within me roaring stronger at the immediate cold, yet unbelievably hot expression on her face.
“Get on the floor,” she commands, already bending me down before I can even try to deny her. She pulls my panties off, along with my boots and socks. “You wanted to tease this, now you’re going to stay like this. For the rest of the day you will not stand and you will not dress. You’re going to stay completely naked down here while you go through those papers, no ifs ands or buts.”
I snicker, scrunching my nose as I shake my butt against her leg. “But I thought you liked my butt,” I tease.
The feeling of Amanda spreading out my ass and pressing the pad of one of her fingers to my tight little hole silences me instantly. She taps it, sending butterflies right towards my raging inferno.
“Oh Eva,” she sings my name in warning.
She walks over to her bag and digs through it for a bit before pulling out a silver butt plug. My breaths grow a little more ragged and I can feel my thighs dripping warmth from the arousal leaking out of my pussy. Being forced to stay down on my hands and knees completely naked already had me on fire, but this toy coming into play makes my head spin.
Amanda presses the tip of it to my lips and she bends down to my level. “I don’t have any lube, you can lick this if you want, but know that whether you do or don’t this is going in you.”
A small whimper forms itself in my throat then bubbles up and brushes past my lips without giving me even a prayer to stop it. Slowly I part my lips, taking the plug into my mouth as Amanda twirls it around. I swirl my tongue around it, lathering the plug in my saliva. It’s so blissfully degrading, I could nearly come just from this. My nipples are so painfully erect now, the juices of my pussy dripping even farther down my thighs, and a stinging sensation has formed from the pent up pleasure begging to be released with some sort of touch.
But even if I was able to beg I know Amanda wouldn’t grant me that pleasure right now. She pulls the plug out of my mouth and it escapes my lips with a pop before she stands and walks back behind me, spreading out my ass cheeks and pressing the tip of the plug against my asshole.
“I’m going to go slow, Eva,” Amanda whispers to me. “If you ever need to stop, let me know.”
I nod, squeezing my thighs together and bracing for her to fill up my ass.
My breath hitches in my throat at the feeling of the tip of it pressing against my entrance. Slowly she pushes the plug inside of me, stretching out my little hole so sadistically slow. I can feel as my walls expand, making way for the plug to breach further inside of me. The violation of my ass feels so good and humiliating.
Hearing the casual work chatter in the office sends shivers down my spine. It brings me near ecstasy knowing the only barrier between the rest of the office and where I’m currently being punished is only the door right in front of me. If it were to open at any moment everyone would get the perfect view of my perky tits and my blissed out face, Amanda behind me being the cause of it all.
A sigh rushes out of me when my ass finally clamps around the hilt of the plug, the rest of it now settling fully inside my ass. I shudder at the little tap Amanda presses against it before walking down and kneeling in front of me.
“Be good, do your work, and I’ll take it out later. Do not test me on this, okay?”
Slowly, I nod my head, grabbing the papers and holding them in front of me.
“Good, Eva,” she praises, tapping me on the head.
And before I can even attempt to chain the words back, they Ümraniye travestileri break free. “Girl.”
“Hm?” Amanda hums.
I stutter for a moment, slightly embarrassed, but finally let the words out. “Good girl.”
A small chuckle comes from Amanda. “You like being praised?” she asks, a soft smile crossing her lips.
I groan looking over to the side. I’ve always been the slut or the whore. And that was always fine, just fine. My heart races in my chest, nervous to admit to it. I’d never gotten to the point in a relationship where this is something that I was ever able to bring up – accident or not. And this isn’t even a relationship.
Yet.
“Yes,” I finally answer, a light flush rushing to my cheeks.
Amanda exhales sharply, eyes filled with intrigue and amusement. “Be good and do your work and maybe you’ll get praised then.” And with that she gets back up and sits back in her seat.
Groaning, I shift my attention back to the papers, doing my best to focus after everything that just happened. And I focus pretty well for a bit. I get a good bit of work done, and don’t even let a single complaint slip past my lips, even though my ass has grown so sore with the butt plug stretching me out for so long.
Standing, I head over to Amanda, too frustrated to wait any longer. I push back her chair and mount her as I rest my knees on either side of her chair. Sitting down I grind my pussy against her thighs, finally getting that friction I’ve been needing.
“Eva, what are you doing?” Amanda asks, her hands gripping my sides.
I wrap my arms around her neck as I lean against her. “I need you,” I whine. And it’s true. In more ways than just my body…
Pressing my lips to hers we meet for a kiss, and for the smallest moment she tries to resist, tries to deny me even though I know she wants me too. But the gates give way and relief floods me knowing that this is one of those moments she gives in. One of those moments where I know I’m making progress, slowly pecking away at those walls she’s built up, and hoping that one day she’ll let all of me in.
I reach my hand forward and grab her tit, pleasantly surprised when she makes no effort to tear it off.
“Not gonna stop me?” I ask, teasingly.
“Agh, you’re such a little succubus,” she teasingly groans as she wraps a hand around one of my ass cheeks, holding me closer to her.
Fingers tickle along my thigh getting closer and closer to where I crave her touch most. Soon those perfect fingers make their way to my pussy, dancing in my liquid pleasure. She fills me up slowly, pressing her fingers inside of me and curling them to flick at that spot that sends me to the moon and shows me all the stars. In quick successions she flicks that spot repeatedly, and I have to shove my face into her shoulder to suppress my moans.
I grip her thighs, clenching my own as the pleasure she’s building up in me becomes too much. And finally, I come undone, my body convulsing as she keeps flicking that spot even after I pass my orgasm.
My pussy pulses clenching around her fingers, and my ass still wraps so blissfully noticeably around the butt plug. Dropping down to my knees I lift up Amanda’s skirt and pull her panties over to the side. I inhale her sweet scent, never seeming to get enough of it, and bring my face to her pussy as though it’s magnetized.
I use my tongue and trace it right up and through the folds of her pussy, tasting the sweet juices that are leaking from it. I kiss and lick and suck that little pleasure button of hers, grinning at every twitch I feel her make, every hitch in her breath, every little sound she makes. Flicking that spot with my tongue I sigh, satisfied knowing that it’s all me who’s causing her to feel this way.
Those little sounds she keeps making encourage me so much. I chuckle, knowing that even with how straight-laced and professional Travesti ümraniye she can be, it’s me who can make Ms. Serious melt with my tongue alone.
My lips dance along her pussy, peppering little butterfly kisses to it that make her shudder. “Awh, little hard to keep your composure?” I ask in mock concern.
She grits her teeth and clutches my hair in her hands to hold my face in place against her.
“Should I stop?” I tease. “I mean, you’re right, we are really busy.”
I pull away slightly with the little room I have and gaze up at Amanda as her head falls back in frustration at the loss of my mouth. She leans back down to me.
“Keep going,” she commands.
“You seem to want it pretty bad for you continuously trying so hard to stop me.” I raise my eyebrows, challenging her. “Why do you keep trying to deny me when you know you always end up just like this?”
“Watch yourself.”
Amanda glares down at me, eyes dark and thinned to slits. My eyes dart back and forth between her threatening gaze and her dripping pussy. Finally, and angrily, I move my lips back to her pussy, licking and sucking and pleasuring her so intensely that she starts shuddering beneath me, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
I lick mercilessly. I want her to feel so good that she’ll stop rejecting all of my advances. Maybe she’ll even start begging me instead.
Amanda tastes so sweet, and she’s so blissfully wet. Her face is flushed and she’s breaking down beneath my tongue, becoming a moaning mess. Her pussy pulses against my tongue, and I know she’s balancing right on the edge.
A knock on the door stops that near instantaneously, though.
“Amanda, are you there?” I hear Lindsey call from the other side. The doorknob jiggles, but doesn’t open. Locked.
“Y-yeah,” Amanda calls back, standing up. She smooths out her clothes and wipes her eyes, trying to compose herself as quickly as possible. ‘Stay,’ she mouths to me before scurrying over to the door.
The door swings open and Lindsey greets her sunnily as always.
“Hi, Amanda,” she starts. “So, as you know, we don’t really allow visitors here.”
“Uh, yeah,” Amanda agrees, confusion fused into her words. “I don’t really have any visitors to come anyway,” she chuckles haphazardly.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Lindsey agrees, still sing-songy. “But, um, a lovely lady just came asking for you. Bluest eyes I have ever seen! Uh, she was very persistent.” She clears her throat before continuing. “She wouldn’t tell me why she was here, but she really wanted to see you. Anyway, I know you’ve always been a wonderful, uh, member of the team, and you always follow the rules and get your work done and- sorry, rambling. But, just, the no visitors policy still stands.”
“Yeah, yeah, no,” Amanda agrees. “I didn’t invite anyone or anything.”
“Yeah, I figured. Probably a different Amanda at a different place she was looking for,” Lindsey laughs. “Crazy coincidence, though!”
Amanda hums in agreement. “That’s definitely interesting.”
“Well, I just wanted to let you know, just in case. Anyways, I know you’re super busy so I’ll let you get back to it. Keep up the good work!” Lindsey cheers, as she closes the door.
Slowly I peek my head around the corner and look at Amanda. She looks a little lost in her mind now but quickly shakes it off as she returns to me.
Amanda kneels down to me, pressing her lips to mine in a deeply needy and passionate kiss. Quickly I return it, closing my eyes as I lean into her and wrap my arms around her torso, clutching her tightly against me.
I bring my fingers to her swollen clit, it twitching at my touch. Lightly I rub it, making her shiver beneath me.
“You want to finish?” I ask, circling her clit. She’s still so close.
“Yes,” Amanda admits, lips kissing along my neck now.
I press my lips right back to hers in one quick kiss before pulling away completely. I stand, stretching as I grab my dress off the desk.
“Too bad,” I tease, sticking my tongue out at her as I wink. “Looks like it’s my break time,” I chuckle as I pull the dress on, slip on my shoes, and hurry out of the room, leaving Amanda flabbergasted and needy in my wake.