The Collection (Volume 3): Another 5 Tales of Erotic, Girl on Girl Lust (The Collections)

by Caitlyn Norrel

  They buttoned up the front of their blouses, not even bothering to wipe off one another’s saliva. Their hips grinded together as they struggled with the lock, but as soon as they left the stall their bodies broke apart. They quickly washed up, and the first Ailem, then Celina, left the restroom.

  Celina couldn’t concentrate on work. She stared down at the financial sheets in front of her, wrote down a few numbers; but her thoughts continued to drift to Ailem’s violations. She could still feel the other brunette’s fingers expertly pumping her vagina, and could still taste Ailem’s saliva in the corner of her mouth. That bitch had made her come, and even the realization that Ailem had come at the same time brought her little satisfactions.

  The feeling of her leather chair against her naked pussy didn’t help Celina’s concentration either. Her lace thong lay discarded in the trash bin, too wet to wear. It held the memory of her orgasming at an enemy’s touch, and she no longer wanted it.

  Fiona’s voice echoed over the speakers just after lunch, calling both she and Ailem into her office. Her heartbeat quickened slightly, worrying whether her little dispute with Ailem had been found out. As soon as she left her cubicle however, her eyes locked with Ailem’s; and any worry was replaced with the bitter excitement of being able to tangle again with her rival, if only for a little bit.

  As soon as the elevator door closed behind them, the two brunettes glared into one another’s eyes with silent hatred. Celina hiked up the hem of her skirt, revealing her glistening twat. When Ailem followed suit, showing off her own naked pussy, Celina smiled. The two women were once again on equal playing fields.

  Once the elevator began to climb, Celina and Ailem moved to the center of the floor. The two breathtaking brunettes crushed their pelvic bones into each other angrily, sharing a mutual jolt of ecstasy as the front of their pussies began grinding into one another.

  “What’s the matter bitch?” Celina hissed. “Couldn’t take the sensation of your own cum against your cunt?”

  “Stupid slut.” Ailem retorted. “I had you moaning like a whore. Your cries probably got us caught.”

  “You’re the whore that started this!” Celina shot back. “If we get fired for this, I’m going to spend the rest of the day fucking your little cunt off!”

  The opening of the elevator doors broke the two brunettes apart. Despite their hatred, Celina and Ailem walked together down the long hallway toward Fiona’s office. Somehow the bitter company seemed better than facing any consequences alone.

  “Come in!” Fiona called when Ailem knocked on the door. Celina followed the other brunette in, and Fiona smiled at them sweetly. She reached into her desk and pulled out two sheets of paper, handing one to each of them.

  “I need you both to come up with an emergency budget plan.” Fiona stated. “The upgraded security measures cost us more than we expected, putting our company down farther than I’d anticipated. Everyone else is busy with other projects, and it would help me out a ton if you could figure out where we can cut back.”

  Ailem and Celina looked at one another in confusion. Surely she knew about their situation; the pairing and timing was just too perfect. Fiona however said nothing on the subject, and told the two brunettes they could use the unoccupied sixth floor to construct the budget.

  “I’d like to have the problem finished by the end of the day!” Fiona called after them as Ailem and Celina left her office.

  The two women glared into each other’s eyes as soon as the elevator doors closed. This assignment was both a blessing and a curse. At last they were alone, possibly until the end of the day; but any rough action could arouse suspicion. They were situated directly below Fiona’s office, and any loud noises would carry up through to the boss.

  “Looks like you lucked out bitch!” Celina hissed. “I thought you were going to get fired for sure!”

  “Me?” Ailem shot back. She jabbed her tits fiercely against Celina’s, causing their bodies to shift. “You’re the one who’s been a useless whore recently! At least I’m still making her money.”

  The two brunettes began rocking back and forth slowly, hands clasped around one another’s hips to prevent escape. Their faces came together, lips upon lips, each daring the other to make the first move.

  “You’re lucky Fiona would hear you squeal!” Celina retorted. “Or I’d show you right now who the better fuck is!”

  “We both know that’d be me!” Ailem answered, then glanced down toward the floor, smiling. “I’ll bet you’re useless with your feet.”

  Celina returned the grin, keeping the pressure between their faces tight. She had always had a thing for feet; but it was a fetish she had never been able to fully test before. This woman was beginning to speak her language.

  Ailem and Celina entered the smallest cubicle they could find. They lowered themselves to the ground, glaring into one another’s eyes challengingly. The pressed their backs firmly against opposite walls. Each woman extended her right leg slowly towards the other, until their designer shoes were pressing tightly together.

  With a grunt they shifted their angle, until the two women’s feet were locked tightly at the heel. Slowly they increased the pressure, each woman glaring over the other’s perfect thigh into her enemy’s face.

  Their feet began rocking gently in the air as the pressure began to equalize. Their muscles strained against each other, but neither Ailem nor Celina was able to gain the upper hand. Silently they locked their left feet together in the same manner, keeping their right feet crushed tightly together. They fought for nearly ten minutes, but to no avail.

  “Stupid bitch!” Ailem grunted.

  “Fucking whore!” Celina panted. “What’s the matter? After all that talk, am I going to be too tough for you?”

  “Cunt!” Ailem shot back. “You wouldn’t be talking so tough without those shoes on!”

  “Bring it on slut!” Celina hissed. “My feet can take anything yours can dish out!”

  Eager for the next stage, the two brunettes wasted no time in tearing off their heels. Ailem and Celina carefully lined up their lace lined feet until they matched up perfectly. Each woman pressed her left sock challengingly against the other’s right, and with a silent nod the battle began.

  Celina and Ailem struggled viciously, grinding their socks together furiously. A quiet whispering echoed from their dueling feet as lace tore against lace. They struggled so violently that it wasn’t long before each could feel the other’s bare foot pressing into her own as the fabric was worn away.

  “Come on bitch!” Celina hissed. “Let’s see how good your feet really are without that protection!”

  “You asked for it slut!” Ailem shot back. “My bare feet are going to destroy yours!”

  The two brunettes tore one another’s socks off roughly, doing their best to tear the lace in the process. They crushed their sweaty soles together, grinding against each other so viciously that it seemed like their feet were beginning to fuck.

  Their feet battled against each other in midair, causing their legs to hike up the hem of their skirts. Ailem and Celina stared at one another’s beautiful pussy, both brunettes wishing they were truly alone. Celina reached her hands across her body, and when Ailem’s fingertips clenched with hers, she pulled her enemy closer.

  Their feet fought viciously, legs straining to drive them even further into combat. The two women mashed their toes viciously together until they felt them interlock, and their hands kept their struggling bodies from sliding apart.

  Without warning, their sweat-slicked feet slipped. Their momentum sent the two women’s bodies sprawling together; and as each woman’s right leg crossed over her enemy’s left, Celina felt her pussy practically melt as it collided with Ailem’s.

  The two brunettes gasped as the lips surrounding their most intimate organs began to spread against each other. For several seconds Celina and Ailem simply stared into one another’s eyes. With just this simple look the two warriors could tell they were b
oth debating the same thing. Both women were trying to decide if finishing their quarrel now was worth the risk of Fiona’s wrath.

  “What are you waiting for, bitch?” Ailem hissed. “I thought you said your body could take anything I can dish out?”

  “What are you waiting for?” Celina shot back. “Afraid that once we start fucking, you’ll be begging me for more?”

  The two brunettes nearly threw themselves into a frenzy. Had just a few more seconds passed, they would have thrown off all inhibitions and began the most intimate warfare two women could have; but the sound of the elevator’s whirr broke them apart.

  Celina and Ailem struggled quickly to their feet. Fiona’s voice echoed through the room as soon as the elevator doors parted.

  “How’s everything coming ladies?” Fiona called, stepping into the room. “Have you reached a solution yet?”

  “Almost.” Ailem stammered, coming up with a quick lie. “We’ve been exploring several avenues to come up with a solution, but nothing concrete yet.”

  “We’re still going through the numbers.” Celina added on. “But it may take us a few more days to come up with something that’ll solve our problem.”

  “I see…” Fiona muttered slowly, drawing out her words like she was debating whether or not to believe them. But eventually she shook her head, giving the two brunettes a broad smile.

  “I’m sure you two must be tired.” Fiona said, glancing at her watch. “It’s nearly closing time anyway. Why don’t you two take off early? It’s difficult to get anything new started in only twenty minutes anyway.”

  Fiona turned without waiting for a reply. “I’ll see you tomorrow, ladies!” she called as the doors closed.

  Ailem and Celina glared into each other’s eyes as soon as they were alone. The two women had gone at it for nearly three hours, but the scorn they felt had made it seem less than one.

  Celina could tell just from Ailem’s gaze that she too had felt the same maddening ecstasy when their pussy lips had made contact. Simply staring into this other woman’s face and seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes was enough to kindle her sexual desires. Her tongue was already beginning to dance behind her lips, yearning for Ailem’s caress; and as the two brunettes slowly approached one another, they needed no words to convey their thoughts. This little war was going to end. Tonight.

  “Bathroom?” Ailem hissed.

  Celina nodded wordlessly. Hand in hand the two warriors walked through the restroom doors, entering the stall in the far corner.

  As soon as they locked the door Ailem and Celina turned towards one another, glaring at each other with fiery determination. The cramped stall gave them little room to maneuver, and even with their backs pressed firmly against the walls, each woman could feel the other’s massive rack pressing into her own.

  The two brunettes increased the pressure between their bodies, and as dense titflesh met dense titflesh between the thin fabric of their outfits, each woman could feel the other’s stiff nipples poking into her flesh.

  “Last chance to back out honey.” Ailem whispered, pressing her lips roughly against Celina’s. “Once everyone leaves, the only one who’ll hear you screaming for mercy is me.”

  “Bring it on, slut!” Celina hissed back. Her hand shot up to the other woman’s chest, cupping her enemy’s breasts firmly. “The only one who’s going to be screaming is you!”

  Ailem clasped her hands around Celina’s breasts in response. For several seconds the two women stared into each other’s eyes, unmoving. Slowly their hands began to strip one another’s upper body bare. Seductively their fingertips undid the buttons from each other’s blouse, one at a time as if savoring the moment. Their tongues snaked out from behind their lips, flicking back and forth in challenge as each woman gently undressed her enemy.

  At last the two brunettes stood topless against each other. Their lips parted as they glanced down, taking in one another’s magnificent tits. The two combatants reached both hands to one another’s chest, each taking her counterpart’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

  Wordlessly the two brunettes began to twist each other’s sensitive rods, gently stimulating one another’s nipples until they started to stiffen.

  “Why, Ailem!” Celina hissed with false sweetness. “Your little nipples are getting hard!”

  “So are yours!” Ailem shot back. Without warning her fingers clamped down tightly, pinching the other brunette’s nipples as hard as she could. “Too bad my tits are stronger!”

  Celina gave a tiny squeal at the pain, then retaliated the pinch with equal force. Her eyes began to well with tears, but as she looked into her enemy’s equally glistening orbs she felt the pain making her stronger.

  Without warning the two battling beauties crushed their faces against one another. Their tongues slid past their lips, viciously filling her enemy’s mouth with her own saliva. Their tongues struggled and writhed against each other, virtually raping one another as they twisted and corkscrewed like dueling snakes.

  The two brunettes drilled one another’s gaze with blurred hate. Celina decided to up the ante, releasing her enemy’s nipples and digging her claws into the dense flesh above. Ailem gave a satisfying moan of pain, but returned the favor immediately. Celina gave a muffled squeal, but her pain only tightened her grip.

  The two women were practically crying by now, but neither was willing to stop. They buried their tongues even farther past one another’s lips in an effort to stifle their cries.

  Neither woman knew how long they had been fighting this way. They could make out the sounds of cars leaving the parking lot, and knew the workday was finally over.

  “Come on bitch!” Ailem hissed through their fused mouths. “Your tits against mine! No more of this clawing bullshit!”

  “I’m going to make you regret that you ever tangled with me!” Celina spluttered. The two women relinquished their clawed grip, throwing their arms around one another’s bodies passionately. Both brunettes grunted loudly upon impact, burying their nipples into one another’s dense titflesh like daggers.

  Their bodies were crushed together viciously, rocking back and forth as the two rivals struggled to overcome one another. The two women focused all their strength into their tender breasts, parting their lips and resting their chins upon one another’s shoulder. They whispered vicious obscenities into each other’s ear, but the two women were beginning to wear down.

  “Won’t be long now!” Celina panted. “Once that bitch upstairs leaves, your cunt is mine!”

  “I’ll show you how a real woman fucks!” Ailem breathed back. “I’m sure a dirty skank like you would feel more at home coming on the bathroom tile, but I know where the key to the boss’s office is hidden. If I’m going to fuck your brains out, you may as well be comfortable!”

  “Bring it on, bitch!” Celina accepted. Her heartbeat quickened at the thought of it. Two brunette beauties battling it out in the boss’s office…she had to admit she liked it.

  Ailem and Celina began slopping their sweat slicked tits around each other in tight little circles. Their stiff nipples twisted together then sprang apart, only to cross again like swords. Both women had to admit her enemy was good; much better than they had anticipated.

  The battle continued on. Their rotations began to slow as exhaustion set in, eventually coming to a quivering halt. The two women glared into each other’s eyes, wondering if somehow they had missed hearing Fiona leave; then at last they heard the elevator. Its sound began above them and ended below them, and just a few minutes later they heard Fiona’s car start up and leave the office lot.

  “You’re mine now!” the two women screamed in unison, forcing their tongues back inside each other’s mouths. Their hands fumbled desperately for the stall’s lock, then stumbled through the vacant office and into the elevator.

  The two brunettes tore away one another’s skirt, leaving the tattered cloth inside the confines of the elevator. Ailem and Celina stumbled through the
doors as soon as they opened; and each woman was already working her magic with her hand buried between her enemy’s thighs.

  When they got to Fiona’s office, Ailem lowered herself to her knees. Her hand, already damp from Celina’s arousal, snaked beneath the rug and pulled out a key. She inserted it into the lock; then turned without warning and buried her face into her enemy’s pussy.

  Celina moaned uncontrollably. She grabbed Ailem roughly the hair, twisting and grinding her twat against her enemy’s mouth. She could feel the other brunette’s tongue forcing itself between her pussy lips, exploring all avenues of Celina’s womanhood.

  After nearly five minutes of violations, Ailem stood. Celina reciprocated the gesture without hesitation; and when she felt the other brunette’s fingers tangling themselves in Celina’s locks, she tongued harder. She had never before felt so dirty, and yet so in control, than she ever had. Ailem’s arousal tasted sweet on her tongue; much better than she initially claimed.

  When Celina’s assault finally ended, Ailem released her grip. At last the two oversexed women stood completely nude against each other. Amber eyes were locked defiantly with hazel, each woman wordlessly conveying her innermost emotions. Their breathing intensified. Their heartbeat quickened. And as soon as Fiona’s door opened, the true war began.

  Their bodies collided in a violent fury. Ailem and Celina laced their right hand tightly through one another’s long hair, coiling their fingers around one another’s dark tresses. The two girls clutched each other’s right ass cheek mercilessly with their left hand, crushing the front of their pussies together. The two brunettes struggled and writhed, each woman straining to gain control of her rival.

  Just the sensation of flesh upon flesh was enough to drive the two catfighters crazy with lust. They forced their tongues deeply into each other’s throats with a vicious growl, forcing thick saliva past their fused lips and down one another’s chin.