6 comments/ 125183 views/ 4 favorites Boss Ch. 01 By: Debutante Anne was the first person to give me a job and take me seriously as an ad writer when I was just a fresh faced college kid. The local office was filled with dusty old women, and let me tell you, Anne was among the dustiest. At about 5 foot 3, with glasses (spectacles seemed more appropriate), Anne was like most aging career PR people - cynical, quiet, pensive. She sat in her own office, separated by the others by two doors, clippings on every wall, pecking on her computer day after day with her flaccid white hands, the glare of the PC reflected in her glasses. Each day she wore casual blue jeans and sweaters which did their best to conceal her curvy breasts - although only God [and her deceased husband] knew how far they drooped down after that bungey-cord of a brazier was let loose. She had flaxen brown hair and oozed seriousness, but there was something beguiling and interesting about her. Me? I was the opposite. 20 years old, tall, in good shape. To the old bats in that office I was a golden boy. I could feel them radiate every time I walked into the door. There was Susan, the curly blonde secretary with three kids who was always happy to tell me I had a message waiting for me, and Barbara, the middle aged Italian-American boss who was always a few offices [and a lot of money] away from everybody else. I felt like a rooster in a henhouse some days. I could imagine fucking each and every one of them up against the table in our lobby, my balls slapping against their hot cunts. But Anne. Somehow managed to distinguish herself from among the rest. I felt so powerful to stand there next to Anne and have her give me my assignments for the next week or fish a paycheck out for me. It just made we want to unzip my pants and drop my warm cock into the palm of her soft hands. It got even better when I invited her into my personal space to talk over a story or edit something. She was a bit far away or aloof, especially since her husband died. But I could feel her get a bit softer as she got near. There were many younger women in the office I fantasized about, but the boss, Anne, she was always the most interesting fantasy because she had 30 years on me. I wondered about how long it had been since she had had sex? And before that, how long it had been since she touched a man my age? I wondered about what her pussy looked like and what it would be like to kiss her. From a distance it seemed so gross to kiss her. Her breasts were huge, but they were the breasts of a middle aged woman with two children. But still the idea felt so sexy. I fell in love with the idea of me as a prostitute "giving myself" to her as a treat. I loved going in her office and getting a little too close. She knew what I was doing. She was pretty smart. But she never seemed repulsed - just a little amused. Finally one night - like in so many erotic stories - our office electricity came to pass. I was working late and she came over and touched me softly on the shoulder to go over a story. Whenever she got close to me the air suddenly became more gentle. Her voice itself was little more than a whisper. You had to be real close to hear it. "What does this sentence here mean?" she asked with her typically analytical tone of voice. "Which one?" I asked. Every sinewy muscle in my lower body began to slowly stir on slow vibration. My body was begging for her to just come a little bit closer. "Can you show me one more time?" I said. Anne floated closer, her cottony Irish wool sweater rubbing up against my elbow, and her cheek drawing nearer to mine. Though I usually hated being told what to do, I really liked getting instructed by Anne. "It's this one right here," she pointed out. "There must be a way to make it seem bigger, better." She said. "Harder, longer" my mind continued. She was very close to me, over my shoulder. She must sense my nervousness, I thought to myself. Anne is smart. I looked back into her steel gray eyes we both felt that impulse two people feel before they know they are going to have sex. It was very exciting, yet calming at the same time. There was something very numb about it all, with the office lights humming in the background. Yet, instead of back away I kept my face planted. We felt drawn towards each other like being drawn into a dark narcotic. I began to drink her smell and the air deep. Then I closed my eyes. The kiss was at first playful. Very soft and extra gentle. She licked her old lips to make them moist and wet, and I followed every trace of her head. Every weight of her gestures. She was a pro teaching an amateur, and I wanted to be schooled. Patiently she open my mouth with her probing tongue and relaxed into my body. I put my hand on her side and drew her closer. I could feel our chemistries mixing, but then she pulled her head away sharply, and the air grew much colder. "You know," she paused. "I don't think we should be doing this." She said unemotionally. I didn't know what the penalty for fucking my boss was, but I am sure that if Barbara found out it could be something. But the truth is I wanted her so bad and I wasn't going to let this end in this stony awkward silence...Slowly I slipped down onto my knees, and looked up at her. I was going to treat this woman like she needed to be treated. I was going to give her a touch of myself. I had decided that I wanted to taste her. "It's ok Anne," I said, calmly. "Just sit down." Anne looked a bit awkward looking down at me, but some sort of motherly trust kicked in. Quietly, she sat down in her large comfy boss' chair and looked a bit nervous, biting the nails on her left hand. "Just relax," I said. I began to rub her cheeks then slipped my index finger in her mouth. She seemed a bit uptight at first, but began to play with and suck the finger in long, strong slurps. I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. I loosened my belt, and pulled off my pants while she stared at my muscular young body. All the while I either caressed her, or worked my finger in her warm mouth. She looked at me up and down, and looked dreamily at my semi-erect cock, but remained quiet, sucking my finger, and then guiding my body down between her legs. Looking up at my boss from the floor I spread her thighs apart, rubbing her jeans on the inner part of her thighs, then nudging my face into her crevice. I could smell her juices through the denim and looked hopefully up. "Anne," I said gently. "I want you to take your pants off." "Why?" she asked nervously. "Because I want to eat your pussy," I answered. She unbuttoned her top button and slid her dark pants down to her ankles, where we pulled them off one leg at a time. "Are you sure?" she said. "Sssh," I whispered, and pulled her white undies aside to reveal the pouty lips of her vagina. I looked up at her like a nervous teenage girl about to give her first blow job, and then buried my face in its warmth and started licking. Despite being only 5' 3", Anne's box was big and used. The lips were separated and red and the clit throbbed like an unpolished gem. Her bush was salty light brown, and each lip of her labia pushed out, like flowers straining for sunlight. I felt her muscles tighten and she ran her hands through my hair, pulling my face in deeper. She began to moan. "Oh Christ Peter" she said clutching my head. I leaned deeper, prodding her privates with my tongue, the smells ravishing my senses. My face became slick with her spunk, my tongue ached as I pushed and titilated her nether regions. She began to talk abrasively and begged me to fuck her and to fill her up. "Just fuck me" she begged. "Just fuck me with that hard cock," she said. I wanted to be the professional prostitute I had set out to be - her private gigolo - but it became so hard to not fuck her, I finally felt her hands clutching my chin drawing her upwards to her kiss. I kept at it until she really could tolerate it no longer. In a matter of second I pulled myself up and inserted myself into her warm womb. It found its home rather quickly, and jimmied up inside until it went as far as it could reach. My long limber cock had never been in such an older woman and it felt strange to see her stretched out there in the chair with her mouth open as I pumped away at her. Her glasses fell down her face, she fell into a mess of sweat and pheromones until her body finally gave way and I felt her muscles relax. "Please" she muttered in her last minutes as my greased cock rocked away inside of her. "Please." She had come. Just then the phone rang, like a crying babe, and everything zapped back to reality. It through both of us out of our rhythm, and I clutched for my pants as she sat up and rearranged herself. The phone kept ringing as I tried desperately to find a zipper, and she buttoned her trousers. My cock felt neglected and salty, almost irritable from being interrupted. Anne grasped the phone and pulled it to her ear. "Ahem" she said "This is Anne Walton speaking." "Oh Hi Barbara," I heard her say. "Yes I can meet you here in the office in 20 minutes. No No. Yes. No problem at all. See you then. Bye." Click. "Well lover boy," Anne said raising a stern eyebrow at me. "Looks like I'll have to repay you later." Boss Ch. 02 Things had been quiet around the office as of late. I went through the usual post-coital feelings of immense guilt that had accompanied me after every girl I had snagged in college. Imagine bounding into work the next day and seeing your boss, as unsexy as she was the night before, on the phone, clicking on her keyboard, her glasses down to the end of her nose, immersed in work, the computer screen illuminating every wrinkle on her forehead. EW! I thought to myself. I fucked a 53 year old woman! It felt like the morning after gulping down too many fruit cocktails. It was icky, And it was SO perverted. Undercover of night the desire can make your loins raw with hunger. In the plain daylight it makes you feel like a freak or sex crazed vampire. I hoped that she would keep it a secret from the other co-workers, or would she? Did all the other women know? How could I tell. Was that on everyone's minds? 'Peter fucked Anne, how gross? Peter fucked anne why not me?' What the hell was going on? Suddenly Mr. Young and In Control was Mr. Without a Fucking Clue. The worst was that she had grown kids my age that once in awhile popped their heads in the office. How weird was it to say hi to her son, knowing that I had fucked his mother in the very hole he was born out of. It just didn't seem right. I, I had determined, had significant problems. Anne was playing like nothing had happened. Maybe she thought she dreamed it. At first I felt totally ashamed and repulsed by her. I kept in my cubicle, she said in hers. I wanted to have nothing to do with her. But I decided to be mature and play like nothing had happened too and try to put it behind me. And so we went on with our ho hum lives, I with a little less swagger in my step, her with a little less advice to give. After a week or two my old style began to return. I felt pretty desperate again and the old fantasies about Anne would rekindle themselves at night. I would stroke myself and think about how it felt to suck on her clit and hear her moan. It was deeply erotic. I started warming to the idea of giving her another chance. And after all - she owned me a very BIG favor. Oh to watch her give it away. After 53 years, she must know how to suck a good cock.... -------------------------------------------------- Driving home in my car (fondling myself) after a hard day of work I received a telephone call. It was late autumn - cold out and I struggled to find that goddamn phone. I fumbled it out of my jacket and it fell on the floor and I picked it up and then I saw that it was her number. 'Oh shit' I thought - my stomach sank into a pit. 'Don't be a little boy' I said to myself. 'Just pick up the phone!' So I did, 'Hello' 'Hi Peter, it's Anne.' 'I know' I said in the dry tone that was our cynical, detached staple. She chuckled.. 'Listen I have some work I need you to do by the end of this week and it's really important. Jesse just called me and told me that he can't do it because he's tied up with other things. Do you think you ca add it on to your work pile?' Without hesitating I said 'yes.' The truth is I had plenty of things to do, but, always wanting to please my boss, I always said yes, without question. I was, in essence. A pushover. At the same time I was a bit mad at her. Who the fuck was this lady that lets some 20 year old guy fuck her give her the cold shoulder and then hangs him out to dry. Was this all an easy game for her. She always seemed so distant. But at the same time she was NO babe. What was going through her mind? 'So can you pick up the work now?' she asked. 'Huh?' I responded. 'You need to get a crack at it now,' she said in an unusually demanding voice. 'Come by my place and pick it up.' Dead silence. 'You want me to come by now?' I said, idiotically. 'Yes,' she said calm but firmly. 'It's REALLY important, I want you to take a look at it tonight.' GULP. For the first time in my life, I was scared. Scared shitless. That old bitch wanted my cock back, and she was going to get it - whether I liked it or not. So I agreed to give it to her. But this time I wouldn't be so generous. 'So where do you live...?" I asked. She proceeded to give me instructions as I drove on.... -------------------------------------------------- Anne's house was situated at the end of a road in a more rural part of the semi-large town we worked in. There were lots of trees which looked rather spooky at this time of the year, and I have to say everything seemed a bit ghoulish as I drove to her house. The smoke from the back of my car dissipated into the mist, and the only light was that from my headlights, and the occasional window. Inside so many I could see people curled up watching TV, leading free and normal lives. People who didn't fuck their boss, and weren't about to eat a 53 year old vagina. I found the mailbox number and turned and bumped my way to he rather small cottage at the end of a long driveway. Neighboring dogs filled the air with howls and barks. My hands felt cold. My dick might as well have been shrink wrapped. I might as well have been about to get teeth drilled I was so anxious. I walked through the crisp air to her door and rang the door bell. The dogs in the background barked louder. I got colder. Finally the door creeped open and Anne stood in the doorway as I towered over her looking down. 'So, where's the work?' I said matter of factly. "Not so fast Casanova," she said in her depressed clipped way, and managed a little grin. "Get in here." I know most guys would then strip her down, fuck her in the ass, come in her face, and get the hell out of there, but I was not at the moment, one of those guys. This was too real for me. Anne's house was small but comfy. Photos of her grown children, all in college, adorned the piano in her living room. Like all educated women she had a study, and a cozy kitchen that didn't look like it was used much. "Are you hungry?" she asked in a motherly tone. "Nah, not really, but thanks," I responded. Anne wore a cute pair of overalls that showed off her enormous rack pretty well. She looked clean, and, in the darkness, rather girlish. "Well that's too bad," she said, "because I made you dinner." Realizing that this was just going to get worse if I didn't open up and take it like a man, I asked youthfully (and nervous as hell) "we'll what's for dinner?" She showed me. Anne was an all American gal ands he had prepared an All American feast. Roast chicken, potatoes, string beans. It was wholesome, and it smelled pretty good. So we sat down to eat in her dark little kitchen with a little light and we began to make small talk. "So how old are your sons?" I began uncomfortably. "Billy is 26," she answered. "He's the oldest." "Chris is 19, he just entered the Navy." How did it occur that I was fucking an older woman who had a grown son older than me? My stomach squeezed in anxiety. "So, um, tell me about yourself?" I said as she poured me a very tall glass of red wine. "Well I went to Wesleyan," she said..."in the 70s" The 70s? How fucking long ago was that? "I taught English for a few years before I had Billy, then I went back and got my master's in..." Her life read like a boring curriculum vitae. It was good though to bide the time before I could get out of that creepy place. Let's make it clear, I DID not want to fuck Billy's Mom again. Ever. But she kept on, and turned the conversation back to me. "So, what do you want to do with your life?" It was like our first interview all over again. Originally I had said I wanted to be in PR or advertising like her. But this time I had enough red wine that I could only tell the truth. "I have no fucking idea," I said. "Oh come on Peter, you have a lot of potential," she said. "Oh come on - no I don't" I answered back cynically. "Yes you do," she went on like she was my guidance counselor. "You are a gifted writer, you have really good people skills," she said. "and.." she paused, looking unsure of herself. "you have a beautiful cock." By this point I was so nervous, and so tipsy that I just said nothing...I didn't know what to say. How do you respond to that. She touched my arm and wouldn't let go. "Calm down sweety," she said in the warmest gentlest way. "I'll make this easy on you." Anne slid her hands down to my nether region which had grown softer and warmer with every sip of red wine and begin to push my thighs apart. I tried touching her back, but I let her do what she wanted to do. She was by far more in control than I was. She guided my chair into a position facing away from the table and got down on her knees while still massaging my lap and gently probing my penis which warmly filled with blood. It felt so innocent, like the first erections I had, and it ballooned underneath my blue jeans as she rubbed and looked up at me. She had this wicked grin on her face - a mischievous catty grin. She looked like she loved rubbing my cock more than anything in the world. It was self righteous and a bit arrogant. She owned me and she knew it. I watched her short aging hands touch me and unbuckle my belt, and unzip me and I lifted my hips silently as she yanked my jeans down around my ankles and Finally wrested my shaft from my soft linen boxers into her tiny hands. Her cold blue eyes seemed alite with desire. Her lips seemed fuller. She looked younger. "You know all the women in the office want you" she said matter of factly. "But I am the only one who will get you. Because I am the boss" she said. I let out a soft sigh of impending satisfaction in reponse. With that final word and fiery look she began to gorge her small mouth on my long brown member, all the while looking up at me. I thought about how she must have looked when she was 17, in the back of a car in some conservative outfit, sucking off her first boyfriend after a high school football game, or how tight her old box must have been as her college english professor eased his ancient cock inside of this young specimine. Now things had come full circle. I was the student and she was the teacher and she was relishing my youthfulness as much as she could. Few women would let on, but the truth is many of them love nothing more about sex than feeling a warm cock in their mouth, their heads arched in accomodation - they know how powerful they are, and I felt as powerless. I pumped my hips lightly as the head of my cock passed her lips into her mouth. I ran my hands through her hair, and she kept at the rhythm and the suction. She was so gentle but applied her wet pressure to my shaft as she kneeded my balls in her hand and tickled the area between my anus and my testicles, looking up at me or closing here eyes in concentration. Images passed through my mind of me fucking her the first time, of every pussy I'd evertasted. I thought of who else wanted to fuck me and how powerful I would feel to make them all suck it like Anne was doing. I thought about her boys and how they'd like to see their mom suck my big cock. I thought about her huge tits, how big they were, how pink the nipples must be. I had never seen them, only felt them, and I imagine each one in my mouth as she slurped away in her loose warm mouth, sucking her young stud like the pro that she was. Beads of sweat rolled down my temple and back. Her hands guided me into her mouth as I pumped a bit harder. The immense load of cum that sat under pressure in the bottom of my organ began to work its way up until I kept it under pressure and grabbed her head tighter, thrusting myself in her head in wild abandon. The spurts of semen began to spray out as I suddenly became very firm and still. Every muscle contracted in my body and I dug my feet into the wooden floor as larger bursts of cum shot out of my cock into Anne's warm mouth as she kept up her pressure and suckage, her head sweaty, her bangs in her face, her hands wet with spunk and saliva from her own throat. I let out the deepest of moans and relaxed into my chair as the rest of my youth drizzled out of my gun into Anne's throat. The kitchen suddenly reappeared out of the swirling black. there were chairs, and a table with food on it. And there was Anne, face down, pulling in big gusts of humid sex filled air...finally reaching up grabbing the wine glass and gulping down the red liquid to clear her throat. Not knowing what to do I laughed a hideous shriek of sensuous joy. "Well.." I said looking at her, out of breath. "I believe I returned the favor" she said dryly with a twitch of her nose. -------------------------------------------------- Later after we had cleaned up and drank several refreshing glasses of water Anne got back down to business, like she always did. "So here's your new assignment" she said. "Shoot," I responded "There's a new intern coming in" she said. "Her name is Alison, she's an 19 year old kid thinking about a career in advertising. Your job is to train her" "Train her" I said, puzzled by the notion. "We are TOO busy to do it ourselves," Anne continued. "She needs someone to supervise her, and you can be her direct contact, while I keep an eye on both of you." "Sounds easy enough" I said without considering the innuendo. "Well, just remember what i told you before," said Anne. "What, that I have a beautiful cock," I responded with a kidding elbow in her side. "Shut up," she said. "I'm the boss," she said ironically. "and you will do everything I tell you to do to train her," she said in a faux mysterious tone. "Understand?" As much as I didn't, I knew I would do whatever Anne told me to do. She had so much dirt on me and there was no turning back. Whatever Anne wanted for this 19 year old girl named Alison, Anne was going to get. Boss Ch. 03 The next morning dawned like those before it, except I felt this mash of total anxiety and deep relaxation racing back and forth across my lower abdomen. As I stretched my body and awoke, I inched my fingers down across my belly to the tuft of public hair and ran my fingers down until they finally gripped and warmed themselves on my penis. As I gently squeezed myself there in bed I started to go through the scenarios again, pumping and kneading myself with my fist. I remembered the first time with Anne, my boss, at the local advertising agency, of me sitting there, buck naked, slurping on her hot labia in the office. Then I flashed forward to her warm mouth sucking my hunkering dick the night before, drinking my cum, telling me I was well-hung and beautiful. She also told me another interesting fact I recalled as I lay there masturbating myself before work. We'd be getting an intern and I was supposed to "train" her. After being given this assignment from my superior after a bout of deep oral sex, I thought that "train" had other connotations, but did it? Anne said she was a 19 year old kid who wanted to get into advertising. Her name, I remembered, was "Allison." Almost automatically I envisioned her walking into the office. She would be wearing casual blue jeans and maybe a tank top (it was still early autumn) and she would have blue eyes and an auburn pony tail. Pulled back. Perfect for gripping and using as she descended on my organ - all at Anne's request, of course. The idea of having a "hot young co-ed" promised to me really turned me on and so it wasn't long before my hips bucked and I shot off a dry load. I was still empty after the night with Anne. And soon I would have to face her again. **** As I pulled my clothing on and headed towards work in my car I felt oddly at ease. I was listening to some pretty chill music and I had already emptied my tank, so I felt quite confident striding into the office to face Anne. But the first person I bumped into was Barbara, our really big superior. The one who had an office, but where it exactly was located I couldn't tell. Barbara was medium height with curly chocolate brown hair. She was Italian or Greek American, and she had olive oil skin, that was aging healthily. She must have been about 46 or 47. She liked to wear small silver hoop earrings, and she always had her nails done. She also liked to wear a black sporty leather jacket, and curl her hair as she talked to an important customer. She was buxom and filled in nicely for a middle aged woman. If Anne was the brains behind our agency. Barbara was definitely the face and she had a face that I would do. "Hi Peter, How are you?" she asked with a buoyant smile. "Oh, I feel great, Barb," I shot back. "Oh, I bet you do," Barbara replied with a bit of mischief. "I bet you do." I paid no mind. I had no illusions that Anne would keep her lips sealed the night after they were so open and extended around my young dick. It was natural for her to flaunt her sexual prowess. I'm sure I would be telling my buds all the details once I got back to school. "So what's up Barb?" I asked trying to get off the very sensitive topic. "Well, today is the day you are promoted," she said. "You have an intern coming in at noon and I expect you are knowledgeable enough to show her the ropes, especially during a busy week like this week," Barbara said. "So just remember to be polite. And be professional," Barbara said. Just then her hyperactive mobile phone acted up and rang. "Oh, I gotta take this," Barb said. "Talk to you later, Peter." "Be professional. Bet you know." I know that it may be normal that the older ladies at the firm I worked at might share, but I kind of felt a little strange about figuring it out for myself in the parking lot. With the head honcho no less. Shaking our conversation off I strode into the office, and then downstairs past Anne's office, where she sat there, her usual self, the computer screen light fogging up her glasses. "Hi Peter," she said in a business-like way. "Today is the day Allison is coming in so I want you to put her an introductory folder together." "OK Anne" I said, enjoying the thrilling game we were playing. "Where's the stuff for her folder?" I asked. "It's in the back" she replied. "I'll be back there in five minutes to give you some more feedback on it. Just go ahead on back." I walked into the backroom and took a look at the documents lying on the table, which sort of chronicled what kind of menial tasks this poor girl would have to do under my supervision. Believe me it was going to be a boring internship for 19-year old Allison Co-Ed. She might even get so bored that she... I heard the door close behind me. "Hi Peter," said Anne. "Hi," I responded coldly. "So you want to know about your new assignment?" "Yes," I said, feeling more apprehensive. I was bent halfway over the desk with the papers and Anne walked up slowly from behind, placing one of her hands on the small of my back, and the other hand around my waist, right above my belt. "Well," Anne said, as she began to slowly massage me in these two sensitive places, "your assignment is named Allison." "I know," I said sarcastically. I felt like James Bond as played by Sean Connery, simultaneously making love and trying to get more information out of this very potent adversary. "And it is your job to train her," she said. She then started slipping her hand down below my belt, connecting with the tip of my warm and growing cock. "Oooh," she said. "What have we here? I remember this thing," she said, undoing my belt buckle and button. Slowly she let my cock out of my pants and held it in her warm palm. "This is the young cock I had in my mouth last night, isn't it?" she said gripping me tightly. Her other hand lowered from my back and clasped my balls, her finger nails gently scraping and playing with them. Something had come over Anne. She was much more direct and more empowered since she had gotten laid. I wonder what would happen if we kept hooking up, but the relaxing power of her hands soothed me of any hesitations I might've had. Instead I stood there, bent over, being milked by my 50-something year old boss, preparing for the best. "So...so what do you want me to do to *gulp* train Allison?" I asked nervously. "I will send you an e-mail every Monday morning with a description of your duties. And I expect you to complete them," she said. "Then I will want you to file a report back with me by Friday to make sure everything has been completed on time." "You have six weeks to train this girl," Anne said. "Don't disappoint me. Or her." She stood up on her toes and pulled my mouth into hers and kissed me passionately. "Now," Anne said. "Put yourself together. She'll be here in two hours." **** As I settled down to my desk to check my e-mail I anxiously opened my outlook inbox to see what my "duties" for this week were. Anne had sent me only one e-mail entitled "Duties." I clicked and waited what seemed lengthy seconds to view its contents. Inside I found attachments and a list of numbers of all the things I was supposed to do. It was rather boring - sorting paper, calling clients, and the, at number 8, was one word of Latinate origin: "fellatio." "Oh, so this is how this nasty little game is going to work," I thought to myself. I tapped a quick message back to Anne to ask a follow-up question. "Give or receive?" I asked. I heard a little snicker from Anne's office followed by her reply on my screen. "Receive" **** As the clock ticked down to noon, I tried to do my best to subside my nervous energy by doing menial jobs, like organizing my e-mail address book, paying late bills, searching for new CDs I would be interesting in picking up. If I was going to complete the assignment that Anne gave me I would have to be normal when I met Allison. I would have to be confident and not betray the slightest amount of desire to jump her bones and sputter cum all over her innocent co-ed face. But the truth is I was dying to meet the girl I was supposed to lay, and so when I heard some commotion upstairs and some noise, I stood up and waited to meet my bride. A crowd of ladies walked into our office from upstairs and automatically everybody stopped what they were doing and came over, I was kind of lost as they all started shaking hands, until Anne snapped me out of my loss for understanding and gestured towards a very dark and lithe young black woman in the center who had her hair done up in dread locks with coral shells and her body covered in earthen tones. "Peter I want you to meet Allison Moffit," Anne said. I was dumb founded and instantly asexual. "Hi" I muttered. "Hi" she said warmly letting her lengthy brown arm move towards me, seeking out a comrade-like handshake. We made eye contact, her dark brown eyes connecting with my green ones, her moist palm softly connecting with mine, and then disembarking from that connection. I was still dumbfounded. I decided to take action. "My name is Peter and I am also an intern," I said. "So I think I have a good idea of how you feel. I've been here since the beginning of summer and I have decided to stay on as work study through the fall," I said, summoning all of my courage. "Oh," she answered. I could tell she was a little nervous too. "Allison is a student in Chicago," explained Anne, quite professionally. "She decided to forego a busy internship in the city for one with us out here in the sticks," Anne went on. "That's right, I was getting tired of all that concrete and brick," Allison said, raising her hands dramatically. "I wanted to be able to learn this trade in peaceful surroundings." She had a strange lilt in her voice, almost Caribbean, so I asked her if she was from Illinois. "Oh, no" she gushed. "I'm from Trinidad." A flash of sudden anxiety hit me. How was I going to get this Nubian disciple of Bob Marley to go down on me? I rebounded from my selfish thought, but Anne certainly picked up my state of mind. She was proving to be more intuitive than I thought. "Peter is going to train you," Anne said. "And I'll make sure that he stays on task," she said, winking at me. "Well," I thought to myself, "I'll do my best." **** "Peter," Allison called out. It sounded more like "Peetah" the way she said it. "Could you come here, I need your help with something." It had been three days training Allison, and things were going as well as they could. It felt odd being in this superior position, but Allison was willing to please, and although she was a little New Age-y in her appearance, she smelled delectable. She must have poured tons of lightly-fruit scented lotions over her apparently soft skin. I liked to just breathe her in when I had to come lean over her shoulders. Although Allison wasn't exactly the pliable blonde co-ed I had imagined, she certainly was attractive, and...I know this sounds kind of obvious, but she was so dark. I'd never kissed a black girl before, but, despite my initial shock, I felt strangely drawn to her. She was supple in ways that many of the women I had dated, all of European backgrounds, weren't. For one she had that infamous "booty" that so many adult sites and hip hop videos were constantly advertising. It sort of cleared the way for her whenever she walked anywhere, like a bridal gown, trailing behind her. Her bosoms were equally as supple, and they stuck out, warm and inviting, underneath her sunny colored dresses. Sunny was a word that described the young lady from Trinidad well. In just a couple days we had developed a cordial flirtatious relationship. Though it was just starting. I already felt like I could make love to this woman, even if Anne had merely assigned "fellatio." But how was I going to arrange that in one week? Ugh. It was so frustrating. I didn't want to screw it all up. After a day of wracking my brain, I finally approached Anne -- sheepishly -- for a little advice one afternoon a few days before my assignment was "due" in her office. "So how is the training going?" Anne said coldly and wickedly. "Um, it's fine Anne, but I am not sure how to proceed." "Oh, I'm sure you can get her to do it, it's not that hard, you're a good looking guy." "Yeah, but she's just a 19-year-old girl, from a different country," I responded. "I bet you were surprised to meet Allison," Anne said, alluding to the tone of her skin. "A little" I said, "but let's cut to the chase, I am at a loss for ideas." "Ok fine," Anne said, taking a swig from a lukewarm coffee, leftover from that morning. "Barb and her husband Vincent are going out of town this weekend. They have a nice pool and a sauna. Why not invite Allison there?" It seemed a bit reckless to go use Barb's stuff, but since Anne was tight with Barb, almost sisters, it seemed ok to take the idea up with Allison, or Alli as she liked to be called, at lunch. "Thanks Anne," I said, you're a life saver. "What are bosses for?" she answered with a little grin. **** "Hi Alli," I said to my trainee as she munched on her lunch of pasta salad on the front steps outside our office. "Mind if I joined you?" "Sure thing, Petah," she said. I sat down and unbagged my lunch and got cozy. "So are you enjoying the job?" I asked. "I am enjoying your local culture," she smirked back. "I've seen a few fellows drive by in pickup trucks in the past few minutes." "Well, that's what happens in these small towns," I answered. I wasn't from here either, and I knew the feeling of living on the rural outskirts of a big city for the first time. "Have you made any friends here?" she asked. "Well, it's not exactly easy to fit right in, but I've got a couple friends. Actually one of my friends is out for the weekend," I said, lying. "He's told me I've got to watch his house. It's a good gig because he's got a pool and a sauna." I recoiled at how forthright I had been and for some reason shot a long glance at her ebony feet. Alli wrinkled her nose and looked me in the eyes, with a glare that could have sucked the paint off a pool ball. "Now Peter," she said. "Are you stepping on me?" I blushed. "Stepping on you?" I asked. "What does that mean?" "Don't play games with me, Peter," she said. "I'm an island girl, and I have probably been hit on more times than you will ever be in your whole life!" she said. "OK," I confessed. "I'm stepping on you." "I KNEW it," she said with a big laugh. She then shoveled some more food in her mouth. "I've got big eyes, Peter," she said. "I've seen you checking out my ass." She elbowed me. Now I cracked up laughing. "Yeah," I said. "That's also true." "So tell me a little more about this pool and sauna," she said, drawing closer and taking my hand in hers. Everything felt sweet and innocent. Like she was my girlfriend. "Describe it for me, because you are such a good trainer," she said laughing. "Well," I gulped. "It's very, very hot." "Oh, you are so creative!" she said back in her sly birdsong of a voice. "And the pool is very, very cool." "Sounds very inviting," she said. "So," I continued. "Would you like to come up there with me this evening?" "Oh Peter, I don't know if I can do that. I've just met you." "Your loss," I said. "Oh, OK fine," Alli responded, looking straight ahead and taking her hand away from mine. After another moment of thought she looked back at me. "I'll come out with you this evening." **** We pulled up to Barb's house at around 11 pm that night after we had gone out to dinner. So far our physical contact had been light touching under the table at the restaurant we were at, but I could feel every vertebrate tickle as she peeled off her dress and revealed a light blue swimsuit that left little to the imagination. She dove in head first into Barb's pool and as she looked up at me from the shallow end in the dark light I could honestly estimate that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. "Why are you staring at me like that, you fool?" she said. "Come on in. It's 'cool, very cool," she laughed. I took off my shirt and dove in as well, feeling the immense wetness and coming up behind Alli. As I looked into her eyes in the pool she started to hesitate. "Oh, Let's go use the sauna, OK?" she said. We both climbed out of the pool and headed to the sauna to get warm. I started up the sauna's furnace and pretty soon we had a significant reading. "So how does this work?" asked Alli. I gathered that she had never been in one of these things in her life. "Well," I said. "The first thing you have to do is take your clothes off." "NO!" she said laughing. "Really?" She wasn't being sarcastic. "Yes, that's how it works," I answered. "You first," she said playfully. I lowered my swim trunks nervously, slowly letting my penis hang out into the night air. "Ooh," she said looking directly at it. "You ARE serious about this." She then undid her blue bikini top and let her majestic breasts tussle down. They were gorgeous, with dark brown areolae. I instantly wanted to suckle on them and squeeze them. And then she took of the rest, revealing her tight, curly bush. I never felt so naked. "Let's go in," I said. We eased onto the hot benches next to one another, and she slowly placed her hand on my thigh. In the dark everything about her face became even more beautiful. Her eyes, her nose, her smooth brown skin. I leaned forward and we began a wet long kiss. She smelled so good and I breathed her in deep once again. I began moving my torso closer to her, pulling her nearer. My penis filled with warm blood, and the sauna began to make the sweat bead off each of our backs. There was something in the ether of our connection and we paused a minute as she looked into my eyes. "I want to suck you" she said timidly. "I want to drink you, Peter. I leaned back and she lowered her head into my lap. One of her dark hands gripped my balls, while the other guided my erect cock into her wet and deep mouth. The heat was becoming unbearable, and as she began warmly blowing me my whole body relaxed and my mind began to meander. "Drink me" I said to Alli as I pumped my hips. "Drink all of me." "I want to drink you deep" she replied. Images raced through my head of this long legged girl and how good she was at giving head. Try as I may though I couldn't feel any sexual power over her though. I liked this girl, and so I decided to put down my fantasies of conquest and just relax. Each bob of her head drew my liquids closer and closer until I felt a strain in my cock and began to pump with enthusiasm, all the time she let out the cutest squeals you'd ever heard. She slurped and sucked away, plummeting on my organ until I began to cum, shooting healthy dollops of ejaculate in her mouth as she sucked harder, swallowing me deep, just like she had promised. It was bitterly romantic. I let out a deep sigh. "Did you enjoy that? She asked playfully, her body slick with sweat. "Yes," I gasped, pulling her closer. "Good she replied. Now let's get back in the pool. It is too hot in here. Too hot for more sex, and way to hot for a girl from Trinidad.