Pussy-Snatchers of New York --part 8 of 18

Pussy-Snatchers of New York --part 8 of 18
 
By D Clark 2001
 
 
Cassandra felt exhausted but was too scared to sleep. She knew the only surefire way to put her to sleep was to masturbate like usual. Her frustration finally overcoming her inhibitions, Cassandra reached a hand down into her pajama pants and began fingering her pussy and rubbing against the outside of her vagina. She was already involuntarily wet or at least that's what Cassandra told herself from Sherri's attempted seduction. Cassandra's pleasure mounted as her sister's moans echoed through the apartment. Cassandra found it impossible not to imagine what Sherri might be doing to her sister a room away. Was she just licking Anna, or were Sherri's fingers penetrating Cassandra's innocent sister as well? Sherri had slept with dozens of women, how amazing must her experienced tongue feel? Cassandra pushed her other hand down into her pants and massaging her, clitoris. The opposite hand inserted three of its fingers into her pussy and began wriggling them back and forth.
 
As Cassandra felt her orgasm beginning, she overheard Sherri and Anna talking again. Do you wish this was your sister's tongue licking you?
 
Anna moaned louder and said, Oh God yes. I want her to punish me. Just like when we played teacher and student as children and I was being a naughty little girl.
 
Cassandra was shocked to hear this incestuous filth from her sister's lips, but she was too close to her climax to stop pleasuring herself now and she stimulated her genitals even more vigorously.
 
I want to lick Cassandra the same way you are licking me right now. I want to make my own sister come Anna's voice had grown steadily louder until she was practically yelling. Anna had reached her climax and was shrieking in bliss the same time that Cassandra felt her own climax arrive. The Drunken sisters shared a simultaneous orgasm in separate rooms, each one fantasizing naughtily about the other as they came.
 
As Cassandra's orgasmic bliss faded, she instantly felt ashamed with herself. She rolled on to her side and worried about what tomorrow would bring. Her sexual needs finally satisfied, Cassandra fell quickly to sleep.
 
Day Three
 
Cassandra woke to the sound of birds chirping outside. At first, she felt confused by the rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds but quickly realized the phone she used for an alarm was still in the kitchen. Fuck! Cassandra cursed as she looked at her clock and saw she was already an hour late to work. Cassandra briefly thought of skipping work entirely, but knew that missing a day of work would spell the end of her tenure at that publication. Cassandra couldn't afford to be job-hunting right now. She was already behind on one rent payment, if they couldn't make the next one she would be putting herself and both Sherri and Anna out on the street within the week.
 
The events of the previous day forgotten momentarily, a panicked Cassandra started getting ready immediately. She changed into a white blouse and pants and applied makeup as quickly as possible. She barely had time to brush her teeth and certainly had no time for coffee or breakfast. Cassandra could see Anna had gone to her Wednesday classes like normal; her camera and backpack were no longer on the couch. Sherri must have also left sometime before Cassandra awoke there been no sign of her anywhere in the apartment.
 
Cassandra wondered if she had simply imagined the weirdness from the previous day. She had probably just interrupted in the middle of her sister and best friend having sex with each other and freaked out, totally misreading the situation. Yes, Alexis and Catherine were acting strange but maybe they had just hit it off after their private conference. The sex seemed to be consensual, and they were both getting something out of it. Catherine was receiving the sexual attention Cassandra had been unwilling to give her, and Alexis was keeping a job she thought she had lost. Though Cassandra tried to rationalize all this odd behavior, she still became doubtful that Catherine or Sherri had good intentions when she thought of what she saw in their eyes.
 
Alexis would have to be on her own for a ride today, Cassandra thought. She was already going to be nearly two hours late, and if the woman had wanted a ride that badly she could have called Cassandra to wake her up in time. Maybe Catherine had given her a ride Alexis had surely shared a bed with the lustful hag last night. Cassandra drove as quickly as she could, oblivious to anything except the traffic blocking her path. If she had paid closer attention to the radio she might have overheard that over a hundred women had been reported missing in the last two days.
 
Cassandra finally arrived at her office a little after 10. Cassandra snuck in, hoping nobody would notice how late she was. Tardy twice in three days, that would not look good at a time when employees were being laid off en masse. As Cassandra glanced around the office on the way to her desk everything at her workplace seemed to be proceeding normally. But something seemed off. Cassandra scoped around the office as she sat at her desk and turned her computer on. Alexis had evidently found her way here somehow, Cassandra could she had a full cup of steaming hot coffee sitting at her desk. The woman herself was nowhere to be found. Cassandra finally realized what looked different about the office none of her male co-workers were anywhere to be found. How odd, Cassandra said to herself.
 
Cassandra had completed the final edit of the feature story for the next issue, but she still needed to make copies to distribute to Ms. O'Hara and the rest of the senior staff. Cassandra figured it would be easiest to just send a copy of the final story in an email, but Catherine insisted on receiving hard copies of all final drafts. Cassandra grumbled to herself about the extra steps she was being forced to take as she stood up and walked to the office supply room the photocopier was located in.
 
Cassandra nearly dropped the pages she held in shock as she walked in the supply room. Alexis was sitting on a counter still wearing the same shirt from yesterday but also completely naked from the waist-down. She was leaning back against a cupboard and had her thick, pale thighs spread open as wide as possible. Naive, an eighteen year-old intern who was the sweetest and most naive, innocent girl Cassandra had ever met had her face buried between Alexis' gripped the cupboard with the palm of her hand while the other hand rested on Naomi's platinum blonde hair. Alexis' hand stroked Naomi's hair and pushed down on her head gently, encouraging the teenager to move her mouth up and down Alexis' crotch.
 
Alexis noticed Cassandra enter and greeted her. Hey, Cassandra! You game to take a turn after Naomi is done here? You would never believe this is her first time licking pussy. Alexis looked down at the young girl licking her and asked, what do you think of it, my pet?
 
Naomi removed her tongue from Alexis' pussy long enough to say, I love it and thank you for letting me taste your delicious pussy, before returning to her meal. Cassandra, too shocked to think or speak coherently just mumbled. Got to make copies, as she began running the pages she had edited through the copier.
 
Alexis continued to converse with Cassandra nonchalantly even though Naomi's tongue on her genitals was making Alexis moan and start to breathe faster. Suit yourself, Cassandra. I have to tell you, you really missed out last night. Ms. O'Hara introduced me to someone you just have to meet. The three of us had mind blowing sex all night long. Oh, that's good Naomi. Right there is the spot.
 
Cassandra looked around wondering if anyone else in the office had noticed this audacious display as the copier finished its work. One woman did come into the supply room to grab a box of pens, but when she noticed Alexis and Naomi she simply smiled at them and went about her business.
 
Alexis' moaning grew louder until she said to Cassandra through labored breaths, I'm about to come. You want to watch? Alexis' body began shaking and she leaned forward to take Naomi's head with both her hands and grind her pussy messily against the girl's face. Naomi had her tongue sticking straight out to lick Alexis' pussy as it passed by her mouth. Alexis left her wetness smeared all over the young girls' face. Her copies finally finished, Cassandra strode out of the room content to miss the end of the show.
 
Cassandra sat back down at her desk and tried to tune out the rest of her surroundings. She put on her headphones and listened to Radio head while she attempted to focus entirely on her work. She couldn't help looking up and noticing a world gone mad. She noticed women sneaking under coworkers' desks and pulling underwear down to pleasure a coworker. Two women laid on one of the couches in the corner, kissing passionately and running their hands all over each other's bodies. Women that Cassandra had known and worked with for years seemed to have become pussy-hungry sluts overnight.
 
At lunch, Cassandra went to the staff lounge to eat the only thing she could stomach: a cup of yogurt she had left in the fridge the previous week. Cassandra had discovered a few women who had yet to succumb to the mania gripping the rest of the office. The five of them that remained sat awkwardly at a table in the lounge together. Two of them joked nervously about the lesbian pandemic that seemed to have infected all the women in the office. One woman mentioned that the men had all been fired and instructed not to return. Gretchen, a woman with a hard, judgmental set to her eyes vowed that every homosexual was an affront to God and that all the sinners in this office would roast in hell. Ivy, a seventy year-old typist joked that at her age she would do anything to get off, so they might as well have her. All the women except Cassandra laughed at her joke. Their amusement rang false to Cassandra as she noticed the worry in their faces. The group of women eyed each other wondering who would be the next to succumb. Cassandra began stirring her Key Lime flavored yogurt, but before she could eat any she noticed how similar its light green color looked to the secretion she had seen on Alexis' face. Despite her rabid hunger, Cassandra instantly lost her appetite.
 
After lunch, Cassandra sat at her desk trying to ignore the frivolity taking place around her. Women were pairing off into two, three, or even four person groups. Cassandra averted her eyes and kept telling herself that she just needed to make it through today and then she would start looking for a new job away from this madness. Cassandra was dismayed to notice that the remaining unaffected women were dropping like flies. One by one, they were each called into Catherine's office. By the time they left, they were changed. Grace, one of the women who had been joking at the lunch table earlier left Catherine's office and immediately crawled underneath Catherine's secretary's desk. Both Grace and the secretary Helen were middle-aged, and even though they were both mothers neither could be considered attractive enough to call a MILF.
 
From Cassandra's desk, she had a bird's eye view of Grace pulling down the secretary's panties. Grace hiked up Helen's skirt to begin eating her out. The secretary put one hand under the table to rest on Grace's head while she eats Helen's pussy. Helen used her free hand to take phone calls and file papers as of there were nothing taking place below the desk.
 
Another of the last holdouts left Catherine's office to join a daisy-chain that Alexis was currently at the head of. Alexis sat on the edge of a couch while a different redheaded woman who worked as a receptionist sat on her hands and knees as she performed oral sex on Alexis. Another woman, this one an attractive brunette story writer was on all fours behind the redhead. The brunette pulled the redheads pants and underwear down past her thighs and placed her hands on the pale, freckled ass. The writer pushed her hands apart to spread the receptionist's holes open. The brunette licked her tongue up and down the ginger's ass crack, licking her pussy and anus in equal measure. The uptight Christian Gretchen who had earlier condemned all gays and lesbians to eternal damnation sat behind the brunette and began fingering her with one hand while the other hand reached into her pants so she could masturbate herself.
 
 
By nutbuster