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"Good morning, doctor," Moira remarked as she peeked her head around the corner into Angela's office and gave her a wicked smile.
"Good morning yourself, Ms. O'Deorain," Angela replied, choosing not to look up from her desk as she peered over various papers and forms.
"Aw, don't be so formal, lass..." Moira complained, moving into the room with Angela and closing the door behind her. "It's not like we're not overly familiar with each other."
"True, although we are currently in a professional setting," Angela replied, still not looking up from the papers that she was mulling over. Moira neared the desk and then paused, turned around again and leaned over towards the door before locking it.
"And now we have total privacy." Moving over, Moira sat on the edge of Angela's desk, the one spot atop the plastic finish that hadn't been covered in papers.
"I suppose that means you're going to tell me what you're after," Angela remarked, looking up at Moira with her own little playful smile.
"I'm picturing... myself sat on your chair, you under the desk, your mouth busy with... other things while I, shall we say, peer review your work," Moira replied, doing her best to sound seductive, though she wasn't very good at it. Generally speaking, at least. Despite that, Angela found just about every line that came out of Moira's mouth to be utterly seductive.
Angela pushed her chair out from her desk and moved to her feet, rounding the desk to meet Moira before she leaned in for a kiss. Moira met her without hesitation, reached an arm around to stroke against Angela's hip before she took another cautionary glance back towards the door just to make sure that it was locked. A red light on the lock itself signified that it was.
Although Angela had been the one to start the kiss, Moira took control of it, setting Angela back against the desk that she was leaned against as her hands moved from her hips up to her sides, tracing the outside of the cotton shirt in circles that slowly rose the shirt from its place at Angela's hips. Moira managed to get the shirt up just high enough that she could slip a hand inside, but it was tight-Angela's clothing was usually tight, and Moira couldn't help but wonder whether that was specifically to entice her or not.
Reaching up, Moira began to unbutton the shirt that Angela was wearing from the bottom. One, and then another, and then all the way up to her collar before she tugged the shirt open and let her hands slide inside it. Angela always felt so soft, smelled so nice, tasted so wonderful-all secrets that Angela wouldn't share, but Moira didn't mind. Kissing her way down to Angela's neck, Moira slipped a hand against her girlfriend's chest, over the bra-covered tit on the left hand side and then gave it a soft squeeze. It wasn't long before she decided that she wanted to have a feel of the bare breast instead, so she slipped her hand inside the bra cup and did exactly that.
A gentle grope as she took the nipple between her fingers, and then she leaned up to give Angela another kiss on the lips. Her palm began to grind against the nub after that, once it had gotten hard, and with her other hand she reached back to unclasp Angela's bra.
"You're always so eager," Angela muttered, shrugging her shoulders to let Moira get her shirt down and off, along with her bra. When she was left topless, she sank in on herself for a moment before remembering just how much Moira loved to see her confident. She pushed her chest out and arched her back, biting her bottom lip as Moira leaned in for another kiss.
"How could I not be? You have seen yourself, haven't you?" she asked, tracing a thumb over Angela's lip once more as she pulled back. With the chest being pushed forward and offered to her, Moira didn't hesitate to lean down and help herself. She slipped her hands up against Angela's chest and squeezed one of the breasts, taking the nipple into her mouth to give it a rough suckle. Up top, Angela had been struggling to contain a soft moan from the moment that Moira had first reached inside her shirt, but now she simply couldn't help herself.
A sweet coo left her, and Moira brought more from her by giving more kisses, more suckles on her nipple, more gropes until finally she pressed Angela back against the desk properly, preparing to move down onto her knees and give the doctor some oral attention, when suddenly Angela let out a cry of pleasure and came right then and there, her juices flooding her panties and forming a large, round dark spot on the pants that she was wearing, a boring grey.
"Ah..." Moira simply muttered, prompting Angela to flush deeply.
"I suppose I was more worked up than I thought I was..." Angela replied, glancing aside, unable to meet Moira's own gaze. Moira shook her head and smiled, then leaned up to give her love another kiss on the lips.
"I love that I can make you cum with so little... I'll have to take my time with you next time," Moira replied, sliding a hand between Angela's thighs to trace her finger through the wet spot. She gathered a health amount of Angela's juices onto her finger and then slipped that finger into her own mouth, sampling Angela for not the first time. Angela herself was soon given a taste when Moira did the same thing again, and the younger doctor submissively suckled herself from Moira's finger, then licked it clean before leaning up for another kiss.
"We're not done," Angela remarked, bravely. "I wanna take care of you, too."
Moira raised an eyebrow at her, but she didn't turn Angela down. Instead, she walked around to the other side of the desk and reached down to unbutton her own pants, a unique purple that she often caught weird glances from her colleagues for. Sliding them down until they fell to the floor, she soon stepped out of them and did the same with her boy shorts. Sliding a finger through her already wet snatch, tracing it through the light tuft of pubic hair that sat above her crotch, she moved to take a seat in Angela's office chair, moving her foot up onto the edge of the desk as she spread her legs wide open and said nothing, leaving the implication as to what Angela was expected to do up in the air, though Angela didn't struggle to figure out exactly what was expected of her.
She soon dropped onto her knees behind the desk, not quite under it but hidden by it enough that anyone who walked into the room somehow wouldn't immediately be able to see her. She set her hands upon her girlfriend's thighs and leaned in to give Moira's pussy a deep inhale, reminding herself of the scent. A womanly scent, to be sure, but one that Angela herself would never be able to reproduce. It carried the same unique quality that Moira herself did, and a little hint of sweat, but Angela didn't mind that one bit.
Leaning in a little more, Angela used her fingers to pry open her lover's labia, running her tongue up and along the centre before she gave the woman's clit a kiss. Moira's clit was always pretty pronounced, even when she wasn't unthinkably horny, but she was fast approaching that as her pussy throbbed. Angela surrounded that nub with her lips and then closed her eyes as her tongue began to run up against it, gently at first. She let her teeth play with it for a little bit afterwards but tried not to be too rough for the moment-she knew that Moira preferred that roughness to come later on.
As her nose was buried in the light pubic hair up above and she began to suckle on Moira's clit, Angela opened her eyes once more to gaze up at her lover's face. The moment where she began to suckle at Moira's clit was always the moment where Moira began to collapse underneath the pleasure, and today was no different. Moira rolled her hips forward against Angela's face as Angela slipped her fingers down to play around with the entrance to her pussy, using her fingers to part it before teasing that she might push those fingers inside, then she pulled her mouth back from her clit and leaned up to bury her nose properly against her pubes instead, drinking deep the scent of Moira's pussy and sweat and natural scent-a mixture of all the things that she loved so dearly and completely.
Lapping against her clit a moment later, Angela pressed two fingers deep, ground them up against Moira's inner walls and then began to twist her fingers around. To some it might have been a discomforting sensation, but to Moira it kept her on the edge of her toes, her curling toes that were tempted to wrap around Angela's blonde hair, but for the moment didn't.
That lapping move into another suckle, and then she finally gave in to nibble at Moira's clit again, catching the woman off-guard.
"Nngh... you're so good at that," Moira muttered, reaching down to tuck some of Angela's hair behind her ear. "Give me a moment. Stick your tongue out," Moira ordered, and Angela followed those instructions without hesitation. Moira spread her thighs open a little wider and then ground her hips up against Angela's face, using both her nose and her tongue to get herself off. She moved her hands to her chest and began to play with her modest-sized tits as she ground back and forth, moaning all the while, and Angela's face was already a mess-her lover's juices everywhere.
Angela kept her tongue out as ordered, though she did try to playfully nip at parts of Moira's pussy as they were ground up and down along her face-this only ever made Moira feel even more overcome with pleasure, which was exactly the response that Angela had wanted. Grinning to herself once Moira was done, Angela reached up to use her fingers to push some of her lover's pussy juice into her mouth, wanting to savour every bit of it that she could. Once done, though her face hadn't been entirely cleaned in the process, she leaned in and began to lap along the length of her labia, slurping up even more juice from Moira's ever-wet snatch, still oozing with need even though her climax hadn't arrived yet and likely wouldn't for some time, if her usual stamina was anything to go by.
That worked out fine for Angela because there were a few things that she wanted to do before she brought her lover to a climax, and one of them was to have a taste of her ass. She soon slipped down, her tongue leading the way, all the way to Moira's ass. She took her time getting there and spread Moira's ass open wide once she reached it. Moira slid forward on the chair and lifted her legs up a little higher to give Angela better access, and in doing so she gave away any potential excuses that the two of them might have been able to come up with were they interrupted by anyone who could override the door's lock, because there was no reasonable excuse for how high Moira's legs were, to say nothing of the way that she kept on mewling and moaning.
With Moira's ass on full display for her, Angela slipped her hands up to spread the cheeks open a little wider, then leaned in and pressed her nose up against the hole first. Moira kept herself clean from head to toe, and her asshole was no exception, but no amount of cleaning could do away with the lightly musky scent that the tight hole carried, as well as the scent of sweat from having been sat down at her desk all day. Neither of those things bothered Angela at all, though. The slightly earthy scent that Angela carried in her more depraved hole only served to further the blonde's interest and arousal-between her legs, her untouched pussy was drooling into her panties and onto the ground underneath her, and that only became more pronounced as she began to wriggle her nose around against the puckered hole.
The wrinkled skin soon began to ease open for the light wriggling against it, and Angela pulled her face back to replace her nose with her tongue, gazing up at Moira's face now as she began to run her tongue slowly, but eagerly back and forth. Up and down, never quite pressing inside but occasionally pushing in such a way that seemed as if she might-it wasn't the rough stuff that Moira tended to like the most, but Moira had fooled around with Angela enough times to know that she could still expect that sooner or later.
When Angela's tongue finally pushed inside, it did so gently at first, easing Moira slowly open while Moira herself reached down with one hand to press it against the back of Angela's head and ensure that she didn't pull away again, not that she really had to worry about that-Angela had been teasing her, sure, but she was just as eager as Moira was, and in the moments that followed, she all-but proved that. Moving her arms up to wrap them around Moira's thighs, Angela buried herself deeper into Moira's ass, her tongue plunging as deep into the hole as she could wriggle it inside while her face pressed between the cheeks from the mouth downwards, her nose almost pressed against her pussy for how hard she was pushing.
Angela moaned then, moaned not because she was receiving anything in the way of direct pleasure but because this was a moment of pure elation for her, a degenerate moment in which she was allowed to sink as deep into her depraved desires as she wanted to without needing to worry about being judged or whether the person on the other end would disapprove-Moira never would, because, frankly, Moira had asked for more depraved things in their relationship. In fact, Moira soon used the hand that she had pressed against the back of Angela's head to keep her held in place as she began to press forward, all-but forcing her ass further against Angela's face. If it had been possible for Angela to go any deeper, or if Moira's ass had been able to accommodate more than just her tongue, in that moment it almost certainly would have done.
Dropping her hips again once she had wrung all of the pleasure that she could out of the moment, Moira let out an eager sigh, prompting Angela to lean down and follow her, because she wasn't done with her ass just yet. Angela slipped her fingers against Moira's ass and pressed two inside at once, the hole slick enough from her tongue that she could do so with very little resistance from Moira's abused hole. Her tongue came back in to run against the upper edge of the hole, though she didn't push the muscle inside with her fingers, instead simply aiding them as they pressed deep inside Moira, parting at the last knuckle to open up inside her and stretch her ass out even more than the tongue ever could have done.
Moira winced, and although there was pain, she didn't ask Angela to stop. In fact, she soon began to rock her ass back against those fingers, trying to swallow the digits even deeper inside her ass, and as need washed over her she barked out a desperate order.
"T-Tongue... in my pussy... I need it..." she whined, tipping her head back, and Angela soon leaned up to give her exactly that. A lap of her tongue against her pussy prefaced Angela leaning up properly to plunge the tongue deep inside, just as her fingers were inside her ass. The two worked in tandem with one another, each stroking against inner walls inside their respective hole as Angela continued to shamelessly perform the most eager oral that she had ever performed in her life, an act punctuated by slobbers and moans from the younger doctor.
Angela could feel her lover getting closer and closer with each moment, proven to her by the way that Moira's pussy began to twitch and throb around her tongue, but she had been between these thighs enough times to know that there was only one thing that could bring Moira to the screaming, eager climax that she wanted from her: she was going to have to begin playing with her clit sooner or later. Angela would, of course, but she loved giving oral so much that sometimes she got lost in the other acts.
Her fingers began to slam rather than stroke, her hand bumping up against Moira's ass each time that Angela pushed them deep inside. She matched that rhythm with her tongue, though she didn't have to go quite as hard because the slamming of Moira's hips made up the difference for her. Finally, she pulled away from Moira's cunt and moved her lips upward, wrapping them around her clit to begin eagerly suckling on it while her fingers pumped away at Moira's back door without relenting in the slightest.
Moira's eyes rolled back, and her hips made the same motion. She panted for breath and tipped her head back, lifted up from the chair as she began to roll her hips more eagerly against Angela's face, albeit with a suppressed motion because although it only felt natural for her hips to be rolling, each time she accidentally pulled her own clit out of Angela's mouth she would soon correct that by letting her hips slip back down into place again. Both women were braced for the orgasm that was about to come, Angela somehow anticipating it even more than Moira herself was, and the blonde made sure to keep on eagerly suckling the entire time, all-but abusing that poor, sensitive nub in the name of bringing her lover to the sort of screaming climax that Moira had come to utterly crave.
The hard, rugged huffing began, and it was broken up by the occasional sharp whine of pleasure, a sign that the orgasm was about to hit. Angela did all that she could, worked her mouth and fingers in overdrive, and Moira's orgasm hit her suddenly, leaving the older woman to feel as if she had been taken by surprise even though all of the warning signs had been there-how was she supposed to prepare for an orgasm that intense, anyways?
The rough tug back from her hips when her orgasm hit had Angela's fingers slip out of her ass, but in the moment Moira didn't care about that, she just kept on grinding her spasming pussy against Angela's face for whatever stimulation she could get out of the moment, grinding against Angela's nose and against her tongue, against her lips and against her chin, all-around making a mess of her girlfriend's face while the blinding orgasm coursed through her, prompting the woman to make the sort of moans that would almost certainly get the two of them in trouble if the rooms in this building weren't soundproofed.
By the time that she was finished, and her hips were done jumping around the place, Moira was a little worried that she had accidentally hurt Angela somewhere along the way. She huffed and panted and slowly came down from her climax before sliding back in her seat and opening her eyes, looking over Angela with a smile on her face.
"That might be the most intense orgasm I've ever seen you have," Angela remarked, only able to open her eyes because she had reached up to wipe the cum away from them, which Moira caught the evidence of in the form of Angela moving the fingers responsible to her lips so that she could lick them clean.
"Mmm. That might be the most intense one I've ever had, full stop," Moira replied, the afterglow of the intense orgasm that she'd just had beginning to settle as she leaned back in her seat, though her gaze remained on Angela the entire time-she wanted more from the blonde before they were finished, not only to properly return the favour but to help her clean up the mess that she'd made beforehand, too. That beautiful face looked even more so covered in her juices, but she also couldn't help but want a taste. Leaning down, she moved a hand to Angela's shoulder and guided her up slowly, then pulled her into her lap.
"Here, let's get you cleaned up, lass..." Moira began, then leaned in to do exactly that. Angela smiled down at Moira and closed her eyes, eagerly awaiting the dutiful cleaning job that was about to be performed-Moira might not have been one for cleaning up the messes that she made in her laboratory, but she clearly didn't feel that way about her own juices. Her tongue began at Angela's chin, then worked its way around in circles until she had cleaned up that entire area. She made her way up to Angela's lips, but used her fingers to help wipe the cum from there because she didn't want to kiss Angela just yet-that would come later.
The entire time, as Moira licked and lapped on her way up and along Angela's face, she didn't swallow down any of what was in her mouth. She made sure to get every nook and cranny, running her tongue all over until she could be sure that she had gotten everything, and she only stopped when she reached Moira's forehead and was able to lap that clean, too. She pulled away after that but used her hands to hold Angela's face in place as she leaned in for a deep kiss, sharing with her the taste of the cum that had been on her face in the process.
Although the kiss began as a way to exchange that taste, the two of them soon forgot that they had been kissing for that reason. They each swallowed down their halves of the juice pretty quickly and instead melted into a deep snog, each breathless by the time that they were finished, hands in each other's hair and eyes opening to gaze deeply into the pair across from them. What had begun as a way to blow off steam and get away from the stresses of their job many months ago had blossomed into something much nicer, something that would hopefully last as long as possible.
Yet, still, Moira wasn't done with Angela. She stroked her thumb over her lover's jaw and then leaned in to give her a smaller kiss before sliding her forward to move her to her feet again. She moved up alongside on shaky legs and took a moment to steady herself, then made sure that Angela was fully nude before she lifted one of her legs up onto the desk and then slid her hand between her thighs.
"I like seeing you eager, but I like seeing you taken care of even more than that," Moira muttered, leaning in to share another brief kiss as her fingers began to run idly up and down the length of Angela's slit. "Do you think I can pull those sorts of noises from you if I spend long enough toying with you?" she asked, an idle grin on her face.
"Hmmm... I suppose there's only one way that we can find out?" Angela asked, with a cheery tone that almost seemed to imply that she didn't understand what she was in for, but Moira knew better. Angela knew exactly what was coming, and the fact that she could be so cheery about it was one of the many, many reasons that she loved her. Stealing another kiss, Moira sank her fingers into her girlfriend, and so began the act of returning the favour.