Bree was in ecstasy; she couldn’t remember ever feeling this good. She hadn’t expected to feel the thrill as he held her down, doing what he liked... with her. She could feel her pussy clamping down as he fingered her relentlessly, making her gasp.“Dorian, I’m soo close... I need to cum. Please, make me cum.”She felt him release her hands as he knelt between her legs. Still fingering her pussy, he leaned down and sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. A dull roar built in her ears as his tongue. With that, a weight seemed to fall off my shoulders and I sketched out a half dozen different opening paragraphs. Things felt a lot better - I was back in my writing groove. I checked the videos one last time, just to keep my mind in the right space, and headed to bed. Monday at lunch it hit me: The narrator was being felt up by the man who was fitting him for a suit. The idea wasn't original - I'd probably read a hundred lesbian first time stories with that kind of setting - but it was. He sucks in her thick nectar. Her hand on his head, grabbing his hair, she pulls him in closer. His tongue finds her swollen nub and he plays with it slowly. His teasing and playing sends her into orgasmic oblivion. Her moans ease but her breathing is still heavy. Jack turns her over onto her stomach. He presses his body to hers and his weight is a turn on to her. She feels his cock laying flat on the crack of her ass. He whispers in her ear “I love you”. He moves her hair and kisses her neck.. She then started giggling for absolutely no reason and saw the confused look on my face, “I just hope that after smoking this you make sure I am safe up that ladder” she said and I hadn’t even given it a thought which is a bit of a lie as I had thought of nothing else, I was just so glad she wasn’t wearing trousers.“Oh don’t worry Sal, I will make sure you are perfectly safe” I said reassuringly giving her knee a quick playful squeeze. “Thank you Frank” she said as she finished her wine.We.