“Ms. McLuckie, if you may indulge me, I believe our most effective instruction should take place in the boardroom. Please follow me.” I looked down at my conservative dress. A little uneasy, my stomach swirled. I stood facing with hesitation towards the long corridor.

Flashing a brilliantly vibrant smile, the young lady obliged silently. We walked together through the chaotic, noisy radio room, through the buzzing dispatchers and computerized head sets. Intercoms sounded with frantic voices paging supervisors to rescue agents from disdainful dealings with cab drivers and argumentative customers alike.

A little awkwardly we reached the doorway simultaneously. The ravishing woman’s raven black locks brushed past my face. The tantalizing, rich fragrance of shampoo and sweet perfume aroused my breathing. Swallowing nervously, I steadied my hand while grasping the brass knob to enter the conference area.

While clicking the lights on, I gestured for her to have a seat behind the mahogany, horse-shoe shaped desk. Dozens of leather swivel chairs decorated the table. The statuesque young lady sat on the edge of the desk, non-chalantly. Facing me, she could seem to sense my unease and appeared to be having fun with the notion.

Seductively, she crossed her sleek, tanned legs underneath a tight skirt. I struggled not to allow my eager eyes to trace the long, enticing curves. I diverted my attention to the course manual. Flipping nervously through the pages, my hands trembled slightly. I dropped them, scattering pages along the plush carpet.

I cackled laughter far louder and brash than anticipated. As I scurried to recover the sheets crouching down, I could feel my face flush crimson. Gazing up, I succumbed to the forbidden glance upon her goddess legs. For a brief moment that seemed to suspend all time and surrealism, she shifted, unveiling a triangle of black, silken fabric, accentuating pure bliss. Surely this was a slice of euphoria’s sacred pie.

I stood, shaking visibly, stammering incoherent gibberish.

“Mr. Garrison…..may I be frank with you?”

“Ahhh, sure. I mean – I’d rather you were, Emma though.” Again a thorough reddened face, I forced a smile. The young vixen rolled her eyes at my dry wit.

“Was that little joke I heard, Mr. Garrison?” Together we smiled.

“Finally you relax a little. Mr. Garrison…”

“Call me Jim. Please. We’re informal here.”

“You seem out of sorts, Jim. Do I make you nervous?”

Allowing no opportunity for response, the beauty continued.

“Mr. Garr-, Jim, I’d really like to work here. Although the pay isn’t the best, it’s very straight forward work. Plus, I could use the supplementary income. People seem really nice here and the benefits are terrific.” She fixed me with this hypnotic gaze. “I do have some concerns.”

“Oh?” I couldn’t help but ask, intrigued.

She taunted me, playfully running the tip of her pen along full, pouty, glossed lips.

“You see, I have this very strong attraction to you, Jim. I don’t want it to interfere with our work.” She hesitated momentarily while glancing past my shoulder towards the closed door. “Yet I find you irresistible. I’m not sure if it’s your boyish nervousness, your conservative dress,” she reached out impulsively and tugged at my tie. She pulled me very close without the slightest protest. “Or these adorable dimples….” I felt myself beam brightly at the compliments. She caressed one crevice with her finger tip. “I also love the way you look at me. It gets me incredibly hot, Jim. I noticed you staring at me ever since the interview.”

“Ahhhh. Ummm… I don’t know what to say, Ms. McLuckie.” I smiled guiltily, while peering into her infinite plains of shimmering eyes.

Without warning, I leaned into her, caressing her satiny cheek and kissed her softly, tentatively. Our lips parted in unison, mutual approval. I slithered my tongue languidly in tiny circles around hers.

Her tongue tickled the tip of my own, sending exquisite shivers up my spine. Absent mindedly, I cast the course manual aside and pressed spanned fingers along her back. She reeled my tie in tightly towards her, in hunger for me. I pressed my fingers firmly, amorously against her T-shirt kneading the small of her back. We gasped together in intoxicated approval. Parting her sculpted thighs impatiently, she drew me nearer. She virtually melted at the abrupt protrusion from my slacks pressed against her upper thigh. The thick bulge pulsed and quivered at her connection with me. She shifted, mesmerized by its increasing thickness and boldness.

Greedily, my kisses descended first to her soft cheeks. Gradually they swept down upon her lacy neck. She moaned; a near silent escape of approval. Embracing my tight shoulders, she pushed gently.

“Ummm. Maybe you should lock the door. We don’t want to be interrupted, after all.”

I smiled a devilishly, deviant smile.

“I do love the way you think Emma McLuckie.” Like a replenished school boy, I dashed to the door across the room and quickly snapped over the lock. Tufts of long hair strewn to and fro from my ponytail must’ve made me look like a mad scientist. She flashed a smile of anticipation and giggled at my demeanor.

“Well now, Mr. Garrison…I do believe you have brought me in her on pretense of oral instruction. I don’t want to waver from our agenda too much now. Why don’t you show me how it’s done, Sir?”

I felt my eyes bulge. My jaw dropped. I struggled to resist the urge to salivate like a frenzied wolf. In slow, teasing strides I walked towards her, near stalking. Placing one hand sensually caressing her exposed thigh.

“ I do suppose you’re right, Ms.McLuckie. We must concentrate on the task at hand.”

She nodded enthusiastically and obliged, as I leaned her back gradually. I grasped the hem of her skirt and proclaimed, “I’ll have to forewarn you. I’m a pretty good teacher, very patient, and I’ll take my time if it takes all afternoon.”

One poised hand massaged and kneaded her heavenly crafted thighs with deliberation. Our lips connected with bursts of endorphin charged energy. She wrapped one arm around my neck and quickly unbuttoned my shirt, between sighs of appreciation.

I suckled her ear lobe and nibbled her neck playfully. The rising in the centre of my dress pants now painfully obvious. It ached and throbbed for her attention.

At once, I freed myself from our embrace. My eyes darted to the ceiling momentarily, searching for thought. After a mere couple of seconds, yet seemed like hours in the realm of charged anticipation, I added, “Hmmm, Ms.McLuckie, this may come across as blatantly obvious, but one of the most essential elements in customer service is courtesy and friendliness; a salutation or an expression to wish the other party to feel comfortable.”

Having said this, I grasped the hems of her skirt once again. With mesmerizing precision and patience I pushed the fabric along her shapely contours towards her hips. With astonishing synchronicity, she leaned back and parted her thighs further as I pushed onward. As I leaned towards her torso, I proclaimed, “Good afternoon, my delicious feline. So very, very pleased to meet you.”

She giggled at my ridiculous banter. Leaning forward, my heart raced and jack hammered. The silken wedge at the centre of her thighs glistened now completely exposed to me. With my thumb, I gently brushed the black panties along every seam. I could see goose bumps rising on her thighs and sighed immediately at how attentive she was towards me.

I teased a little further through her panties, deliberately avoiding her love cavern. Caressing her lower abdomen with my finger tips the back of my knuckles and palm, I felt completely hypnotized. No protest escaped from her as she ran to shift and fidget a little impatiently.

“Ummm, patience my dear. It is imperative to always have patience.” I grinned coyly, as I descended my face directly yet languidly onto her soft undies. I nuzzled my face back and forth across her abdomen placing soft kisses. I breathed her femininity in deeply, captivated at her delicious fragrance.

Pressing spanned fingers from both hands across her thighs, I crept my kisses, like a love trail, down her seams. She moaned with each kiss, tossing her head and raven locks back wildly. At last, I’d reached the centre of paradise and brazed my lower lip along every nuance of her gortex clad labia.

She flinched at first, never recalling a sensation quite like this before. She yearned for it. Immediately, she found her heart racing and hips pivoting towards me for more. I moaned at her approval, and realized I’d become addicted to this magnificent specimen.

My kisses parted and separated with soft lips all over her labia and the centre of her clit. She grasped my head suddenly and began to buck towards my face.

“Ummm,” I muffled while darting my tongue. Her wetness sent chills up my spine and down again. Struggling madly not to completely devour her, I slowly slithered my tongue further. Her appreciation encouraged me beyond belief as she dug her nails into the back of my neck and grabbed tufts of hair, drawing me nearer.

Strictly for her satisfaction I pistoned my fat, long tongue deeply in the centre of her sex. Panties, slick tongue and all, embedded into her fantastic flower. I curved my appendage upwards drawing the fabric and lady love elixir backwards. I withdrew not before suctioning my lips tautly against her clit, savoring every last drop.

I glanced up at her, seemingly relishing the opportunity of driving her mad with passion. Smiling down at me, she caressed my cheek thoughtfully and brushed my long hair aside.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, we strongly encourage you to be as accommodating as possible. For example, state: ‘How can we help you today?”

With one fluent motion, I clutched the side of her damp thong with my teeth and cast them aside with my tongue.

“God, that tongue is like an eleventh finger!”

All hesitation and inhibition abandoned, I buried myself deep inside her and clutched her hips at the same moment. She gasped as my hips nuzzled across her exposed labia and clit, all the while completely engulfed inside her. Thrusting with caution at first, I rocked my face in and backwards; outwards and upwards.

The serpents spade flickered along her erogenous button. She bit her own lip hard, avoiding a scream of bliss. She rocked and bucked her hips now in slow rhythmic motion to each of my facial thrusts. I continued my onslaught of piston like tongue fucking. I suckled her clit and shaven cavern over and over again. My heart raced at the notion of a corporation running mere feet outside the door. My nose tickled at her tiny, cropped landing strip. I then kissed the insides of her thighs before plunging back and forth again. Emma shook momentarily, as I could feel a mild geyser of love nectar pour into my mouth.

I swallowed greedily, and nuzzled my face back and forth, creating a vibrating sensation deep inside her. At last, I withdrew. The two of us were panting, chests heaving up and down.

“Umm, Yes! Very, very good. Now, I just wanted to convey how essential it is when dealing with a customer to do whatever it takes to make them satisfied.”

Wiping my chin and cheeks with a bad boy smirk, I added, “To accentuate the point, please allow me to demonstrate.” I leaned the gorgeous vixen backwards on the conference desk while guiding and gesturing her onto her belly.

Grasping her panties once again with my curled tongue I pushed it down over her sculpted contours, her hips, down her thighs and calves. I tickled her upturned buttocks and smiled.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, I sincerely hope you find this satisfactory.”

Gripping each of her chiseled buttocks simultaneously, I grinded my thumbs and fingers. No complaints emitted from the young trainee as she sighed in a raspy tone.

While climbing on top of the mahogany desk, the trainee straddled over me. I continued to rub intensively her sweet bubble shaped ass. My fingers worked masterfully, like a craftsman. I grinded my finger tips deep into the tissue to let up with soft caresses.

“Now, Ms. McLuckie, a lot of our work here as agents is merely, re-verbatim and re-iterating back to our clients and customers. We need to assure that all of their needs have been met.”

“To best illustrate this, please allow me.” Pushing her muscular gluteus upwards I leaned forward in a modified push up. I whisked my long, soft beard all along the backs of her legs. She turned her head on the desk, smiling with delight. The tips of my goatee provoked shivers all over her tanned buns as I swiveled and pivoted in tiny circles. Without warning, I slapped her ass hard with authority. I then caressed it lovingly then teased them once again with my beard.

She shifted her own hips towards the ceiling, yearning my gifted handling. Offering sheer encouragement. I slapped the other cheek hard leaving a slight reddened mark. I returned the loving caresses as intently as before, this time with my finger tips then my lips in slow abstract, soft kisses.

“As you see, at times we need to initiate assertion, of course with discretion.” Having proclaimed this, I slid my lower body down to greet the reddened buttocks. I greedily feasted with long, thoughtful licks. I licked at her ass like a starving glutton and left it looking like a lathered masterpiece. I read her fidgeting, relentless body language and smirked mischievously.

“At times, Ms. McLuckie, we even like to go the extra mile. Something a little extra…” Pausing for a moment to provide suspended anticipation, I flickered my tongue onto her puckered anus. Swirling in slow spirals, I continued to massage her ass deeply. She fidgeted, squirmed, and moaned, all the while pleading for more. I obliged none too quickly. I buried my tongue deeply into her slick crevice. My lips smothered her smooth sphincter as I lapped deeper, hungrily.

As I continued to make slow face love to Emma’s perfect posterior, her knuckles turned white from clenching the sides of the table so hard. For good measure, I slid my thumb into her drenched pussy, gliding it downwards to tempt her g-spot. Never missing a rhythmic beat, my tongue thrust deep, quick, and hard into her derriere while thumb fucking her snatch into oblivion.

She began to buck her hips uncontrollably, thrashing her buns high and hard into my face. I was exasperated and nearly climaxed in my dress slacks from sheer arousal. At last, she let out a shriek and pounded her fist onto the table over and over.

“Yes! Yes!! Oh God, Yes!” Sweet secretion drizzled down the back of my hand, cheek and chin. Emma’s thrusts gradually slowed, then she lay docile, breathing heavily.

As two colleagues we lay there below the florescent lights, catching our collective breath. Clothes ruffled and askew, hair matted and knotted. I rested my face on her lower back, holding her, feeling her heart beat gradually steady.

After a few moments, she reeled around. Suddenly, she barricaded my arms from moving. Her goddess like beauty took my breath away as she swept the dark mane aside from her dampened brow.

Grinning deviously, she added, “Now, Mr. Garrison, allow me to show you what I’ve learned here today.

As she glanced down at my bulging pants, she unzipped and unbuttoned all interference.

“So pleased to meet you sir,” the trainee proclaimed and nuzzled my cock through cotton black boxers.

“A-a-a salutation to make our clients feel comfortable. Very nice-“

The trainee peeled away the boxers, inch by inch, driving me mad with excitement. She slipped them past my legs an onto the floor next to the desk.

“Patience. So very-very imperative, very good.”

My cock peered straight up at the ceiling, pulsing and throbbing. Its head thick and glistened from the office fueled passion.

“Allow me to see how I can assist you, Sir,” the trainee added while peeling back the tight fore-skin, exposing a thick, moistened, bulbous head. Her pouty full lips embraced it instantly, and slowly engulfed its head against her warm, moist tongue.

“Ah so very, very good, Emma.”

She lathered my shaft with quick slides of her mouth up and down, before swirling her lips and tongue around my testes.

“Now, Mr. Garrison, please allow me to render you and your mind completely fucking blown.” She giggled while embedding my entire cock deep in her face, against her cheek, and wriggled back and forth for good measure.

“Oh! Magnificent! This is positively brilliant!” I smacked my head against the conference table while succumbing to her instant grasp of client ethics. She cupped my balls delicately while consuming my beef hungrily. I could not resist the urge to thrust her face, yet she steadied me while placing one hand along my hip. Suckling the head, she pumped my shaft in her palm crazily milking the serum deep from inside me.

“Ummm,” she sighed and looked up at me innocently with those captivating autumn eyes. “How am I doing?”

“Oh perfectly. So, so perfectly.”

Her cheek bulged from the spade pressing onward and onward. I whisked her hair aside a moment before clenching and stiffening tremendously. I cried out, completely stupefied.

“Oh yes! Yes!” The head swelled nearly twice its girth before exploding hot molten, man lava trickling down her throat.

Collapsing in a heap of stunned satisfaction, my chest heaved uncontrollably. Emma smiled up at my questioning.

“Oh Madame. I do believe we have a very bright and long future together in this firm.”