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Ericka stepped closer, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Baby," she murmured, voice soft but commanding, "I want to try one more outfit on. Close your eyes... and don't open them until I say."
Amanda's heart skipped a beat, a grin tugging at her lips.
"Yes, Ms. Mathews," she whispered, obeying instantly, hands covering her eyes.
Ericka's soft footsteps faded toward the closet. The faint rustle of hangers, a zipper sliding, and a quiet hum of her own voice reached Amanda's ears. She tried not to peek, excitement building with every second.
A few moments later, Ericka returned. Amanda felt her presence before she heard her. A cool breath against her ear, a whisper brushing against her skin.
"Open them," Ericka murmured.
Amanda slowly lowered her hands—and froze.
Ericka stood there in a fitted red dress, short and sleek, hugging her curves perfectly. The fabric shimmered just slightly under the light, the color bold and commanding. She stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating, her confidence magnetic.
Amanda couldn't tear her eyes away. "Damn," she breathed, voice low, stunned. Her hands itched to reach out.
Ericka smirked, sliding one hand along Amanda's shoulder, voice dropping into that teasing, CEO tone she loved to wield.
"Now... we're going to role-play," she whispered, "like we're at work."
Amanda's pulse shot. "Oh? And what's the scenario, Ms. Mathews?"
Ericka's eyes gleamed with mischief. "You're my assistant, Parker. And I'm the CEO. You need to convince me that this look is ready for my next big presentation."
Amanda's lips curved into a wicked grin. "Yes ma'am. Shall I take notes or just... admire?"
Ericka's smirk deepened. "Both. And don't even think about stopping the admiration." She stepped back slightly, letting Amanda's gaze sweep her over. "I expect thorough analysis, Parker. And I'm picky."
Amanda circled her slowly, letting her hands hover near Ericka's waist without touching.
"Understood, Ms. Mathews. This outfit commands attention—structured yet soft, professional yet utterly captivating.
Anyone seeing you in this would immediately know you're confident, decisive.
.. untouchable. And personally, I'd say it makes me completely powerless in front of you. "
Ericka leaned in, voice low and teasing. "Powerless, Parker? I thought you were good at controlling me."
Amanda stopped, eyes locking on hers, a slow smile forming. "I can be, Ms. Mathews... but in this room, right now, you have the upper hand. And I like it."
Ericka's lips curled in amusement. "Good. Because I expect full compliance, Parker. You're going to worship every inch of this presentation—and me—in it."
Amanda stepped closer, brushing her nose against Ericka's, whispering, "Oh, I already worship you. And the dress just makes it... impossible to resist. It's flawless on you."
Ericka shivered, biting her lip. "Mhm... and how exactly do you plan to show your admiration, Parker?"
Amanda didn't hesitate. She took Ericka's face in her hands, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, pulling her close. "I kiss you. Slowly. Devotedly. Every part of you deserves attention right now."
Ericka closed her eyes, melting against Amanda's touch. "Good. Because I might make you earn it, Parker."
Amanda laughed softly against her lips, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, hands sliding around Ericka's waist, pulling her body flush. "Earn it? Baby, I've been ready for this moment all day."
Ericka pulled back just slightly, smirk still in place, eyes gleaming. "And yet... I still stand here fully clothed?"
Ericka pulled back slightly, her gaze darkening with desire as she looked at Amanda. "I want you to get on your knees, Parker," she commanded, her voice low and husky. "And I don't want you to stop until you've worshiped every inch of my body in this dress."
Amanda's heart raced, her cock twitching in anticipation as she quickly obeyed. She sank to her knees, eyes locked on her, drinking in the sight of Ericka in that stunning red dress.
Ericka took a slow step forward, her knees slightly bent, the hem of the dress riding up her toned thighs. She reached down and tangled her fingers in Amanda's hair, guiding her face closer to her pelvis.
"Start at the hem, baby," Ericka whispered, her breath hot against Amanda's ear. "Work your way up, showing me just how much you admire this presentation."
Ericka's hand tightened in Amanda's hair, guiding her face up the length of her thigh. "Slow, sweet touches, Parker. I want to feel every brush of your lips, every pointed kiss," she commanded, her voice low and husky with desire.
Amanda's tongue darted out to lick the smooth skin of Ericka's inner thigh, savoring the taste of her arousal. She let out a low hum of approval, the vibrations sending a shiver through Ericka.
"More," Ericka urged, her grip on Amanda's hair firming. "Show me how much you love the way this dress fits me."
With reverence, Amanda began to pepper Ericka's thigh with soft kisses, her tongue delving into the creases where fabric met skin. She was a slave to the task, driven by Ericka's commanding presence and the tantalizing sight of her in the red dress.
As she worked her way higher, Amanda's hands lifted to grip Ericka's hips, thumbs digging into the flesh as she lavished attention on the woman's curves. She could feel Ericka's tension building, the subtle flex of muscles beneath her touch.
"Don't forget the hem, baby," Ericka reminded her, a edge of impatience creeping into her tone. "Make sure you worship every inch."
Amanda nodded, her mind focused solely on pleasing Ericka. She leaned forward, nuzzling the wide band of the dress's hem, her breath hot against the fabric. Then, with deliberation, she began to run her tongue along the edge, savoring the taste of Ericka's skin and perfume.
"Mmm, yes," Ericka purred, her fingers tightening in Amanda's hair. "Just like that. Show me how much you adore my ass in this dress."
With a low growl, Amanda pressed her face into the curve of Ericka's buttocks, kissing and nipping at the flesh, her hands gripping the woman's hips to hold her in place. She was lost in the sensation, in the forbidden thrill of servicing her in such a public, yet private, manner.
"Good girl," Ericka praised, her voice thick with arousal. "Now, move up the back. Don't leave a single spot untouched."
Amanda obeyed, kissing a blazing trail up Ericka's spine, her tongue delving into the hollows of her vertebrae. She could feel Ericka's breath quickening, the woman's body beginning to quiver with the need for release.
Finally, she reached the base of Ericka's skull, her lips brushing against the pulse point there. Amanda held still, waiting for Ericka's permission to proceed, her own arousal building with each passing second.
Ericka's breath hitched as Amanda's lips brushed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She could feel the heat of her mouth, the tantalizing pressure of her tongue.
"Ah, just like that," Ericka breathed, her voice thick with desire. "Now, turn your attention to my shoulders and collarbone. I want your lips to map every inch of my skin, worshipped by your touch." Her hand, still tangled in Amanda's hair, guided the other woman's mouth upward.
Amanda complied eagerly, lavishing Ericka's shoulders with soft, open-mouthed kisses. She nibbled gently along the curve of one collarbone, then the other, her tongue darting out to taste the flesh.
"Good, baby," Ericka purred, her hips undulating subtly as she savored the sensation of being touched. "Now, don't forget the fabric. Pay homage to the dress that's showing off my body so beautifully."
Amanda's fingers slipped under the hem of the red dress as she continued her ascent, her palms gliding over the smooth skin of Ericka's back.
She pressed a reverent kiss to the curve of her shoulder, then began to kiss a slow trail along the fabric, her lips lingering on the stitching, the seams, the way the material hugged Ericka's curves.
"Such a good girl, Parker," Ericka cooed, her own arousal growing with each gentle touch. "Now, I want you to focus on my breasts. I want you to worship them, to make me remember just how much you adore them, and the way they respond to your touch."
Amanda's heart raced at the command, her cock twitching in anticipation.
She nuzzled her face into the valley between Ericka's breasts, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
Then, with careful reverence, she began to kiss her way up the swell of Ericka's cleavage, her lips and tongue tracing the delicate lace of the bra.
"Mmm, yes, just like that," Ericka moaned, her head falling back as Amanda teased the sensitive skin above her breasts.
"Work your way around the cups, kiss them, lick them.
.. then take the clasp in your mouth and undo it for me.
I want you to free my breasts, to put your mouth on me and make me forget everything but the pleasure you give me. "
As Amanda released the clasp of Ericka's lacy bra, the fabric fell away, baring her breasts to her hungry gaze. Ericka's flesh was flawless, the soft peaks already hardened into enticing buds. Amanda's mouth watered at the sight, her cock throbbing with the need to taste.
"Look at you, glistening with arousal," Ericka purred, her eyes dark with desire as she watched Amanda's face. "Your dick is begging for attention, but first, I want you to worship my breasts. Show me how much you love them, how much you crave them."
With a low moan, Amanda leaned in, her lips brushing against Ericka's right breast. She swirled her tongue around the stiff nipple, savoring the salty tang of her skin. Ericka's hands slipped into Amanda's hair, guiding her mouth as she lavished attention on the sensitive peak.
"Mmm, yes, just like that," Ericka encouraged, her hips rolling subtly as Amanda's mouth worked her over. "Now, give the other one the same treatment. I want to feel your lips and tongue all over me."
Amanda complied eagerly, transferring her attention to Ericka's left breast. She painted the soft skin with her tongue, teasing the nipple until it was aching and swollen. Ericka's breathy moans filled the room, spurring Amanda on as she continued her sensual assault.
"Ah, Parker, you're doing so well," Ericka praised, her voice thick with arousal. "Now, I want you to take both in your mouth at once. Show me how much you adore my breasts, how much you need them."
Amanda's heart raced at the command, her cock twitching with anticipation. With reverence, she cupped Ericka's breasts in her hands, lifting them to her mouth. She enveloped the twin peaks in her lips, suckling gently as her tongue swirled around the sensitive flesh.
"Oh, yes... just like that," Ericka moaned, her head falling back as Amanda pleasured her. "You're making me forget everything but the feel of your mouth on me. Don't stop, baby. Keep going until I'm dripping with need."
Amanda obeyed, lost in the sensations of loving her . She suckled and nibbled, her hands massaging Ericka's breasts, teasing her nipples until they were stiff and aching. Ericka's moans grew louder, more desperate, as Amanda brought her to the edge of climax.
"Come on, Parker, make me cum," Ericka urged, her body trembling with desire. "Show me how much you need me, how much you want to fill me with your cock and make me scream your name."
With a low growl, Amanda released Ericka's breasts, her hands dropping to her own straining erection. She stroked herself quickly, her pre-cum coating her fingers as she worked towards release.
"I do need you, Ericka," Amanda panted, her eyes locked on her. "I need to be inside you, to feel your heat surrounding me as I bring you to the peak of pleasure."
Ericka's gaze darkened with lust, her own hand dropping to her aching clit. "Then get to it, baby. Fuck me with that gorgeous cock of yours. I want to feel you deep inside me as you make me cum all over your mouth and tongue."
With a low groan, Amanda positioned herself between Ericka's open legs. She aligned her cock with her slick entrance, the head pressing against her straining flesh.
"I'll give you everything you need, Ericka," Amanda vowed, her voice thick with desire. "I'll make you cum so hard, you'll forget the name of anyone but me."
Ericka smirked up at her, her eyes gleaming with lust. "Then stop waiting and start fucking me, Parker. Worship me with that magnificent cock of yours, and make me yours once again."
In a blur of movement, Amanda lifted Ericka off her feet, cradling her in her arms as she carried her across the room to the plush couch in the studio.
The space was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a few strategically placed spotlights that highlighted the sensual curves of the woman in Amanda's grasp.
Ericka wrapped her legs around Amanda's waist, her arms snaking around her neck as she gazed up at her lover with burning desire. "Inside me," she demanded, her voice husky with need. "Now, Parker. fuck me like the desperate little slut I am and make me scream your name."
Amanda's cock throbbed in response, her eyes locked with Ericka's as she slowly lowered her to the couch. The red dress pooled around Ericka's hips, leaving her bare and vulnerable beneath Amanda's hungry gaze.
With a low growl, Amanda aligned her cock with Ericka's slick entrance, the head pressing against her straining flesh. She looked into Ericka's eyes, her own burning with lust, as she pushed forward, sinking into the warm, wet heat of her with a perfect fit.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Amanda panted, her hands sliding beneath Ericka's back to anchor themselves against her skin. She began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Ericka arching off the couch.
Ericka's nails dug into Amanda's shoulders as she met each thrust, her breathy moans filling the room. "Harder, baby," she urged, her hips rising to meet Amanda's. "Make me feel every inch of that magnificent cock of yours."
Amanda obliged, her pace increasing as she drove into Ericka with relentless passion. The couch creaked beneath them, the sound harmonizing with their ragged breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh.
"Nnngh, yes! Just like that, baby!" Ericka panted, her voice high and desperate. "Harder, deeper!"
Ericka's walls clenched around Amanda's cock, her arousal spiking with each powerful thrust. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of release, her body trembling with the need for completion.
"Ah, yes," Ericka moaned, her head tossing back as Amanda's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Don't stop, baby. Keep going until I'm screaming for you."
Amanda's thrusts grew more erratic, her own climax building as she chased the pleasure of her body. Ericka's nails raked down Amanda's back, leaving stinging trails of pain that only amplified her arousal.
Suddenly, Ericka's back arched, her body stiffening as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. "Amanda!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the studio walls as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Oh, fuck, yes! I'm cumming!"
The sensation of Ericka's climax triggering Amanda's own was too much to resist. With a hoarse cry, Amanda pounded into her one final time, her cock erupting as she filled Ericka with her seed.
They collapsed together on the couch, panting and trembling in the aftermath of their intense lovemaking. Amanda's cock slowly softened, slipping from Ericka's spent body as she nestled against her side.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Amanda panted, nuzzling her face into the crook of Ericka's neck. "I love making you cum so hard, baby."
Ericka smiled, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. "I love it too. You always know just how to make me feel so good."