No Experience, No Problem!

Chloe Cherry's all smiles as she shows Kendra Spade the ropes on her first day. Sunlight pours through the big window while Chloe points out the phone, the files, the desk. "I'm right over there if you need anything," she promises, flashing that easy grin. Kendra's still buzzing from graduating college. "Thank you so much," she says, cheeks pink. "I'm totally new to all this." Then Chloe leans in fast and plants a wet kiss square on her mouth. Kendra jerks back, eyes wide. "Whoa, I'm—I'm not gay," she stammers, but Chloe's already sliding a hand down her arm, fingertips tracing bare skin like she owns it. Kendra tries to explain again, but the words just hang there. Chloe's busy feeling the weight of her big tits, cupping each one through the blouse, thumbs flicking over hard nipples that give her away. "Sex gets you places around here," Chloe murmurs, almost cheerful, like she's talking about coffee orders. She peels Kendra's shirt up, latches onto a breast, sucks the stiff peak until Kendra's knees buckle. The new girl's brain stalls. College never covered this. She half-whispers another protest, but Chloe's fingers are already inside her panties, slicking through a pussy that's betraying every word she says. Kendra stops fighting when Chloe drops to her knees, spreads her open, and drags a slow, filthy tongue from clit to dripping hole. Every lick knocks another doubt loose. She grips the desk, hips rocking despite herself, blonde hair swaying while the brunette between her thighs moans like she's tasting dessert. By the time Chloe slides two fingers deep and sucks hard on that swollen clit, Kendra's gasping, thighs shaking, coming loud enough for the whole floor to hear. Her first lesson on the job? Never underestimate a coworker with grabby hands and zero shame.