"I truly appreciate this opportunity, Burke," Claire said. "I know that I don't have much experience, but I'm a quick study."
"I've every confidence in you," Burke Chandler reassured her. "You've made an excellent start."
She knelt before him, fully clothed but with her blouse unbuttoned and pulled loose from her charcoal slacks. She'd carefully chosen a low-cut white lace bra that lifted and pushed her large breasts together, exposing the tops of her areolae and affording Burke a full view of her softly shadowed cleavage. She opened his trousers and slid them down over his thighs.
It was eight in the evening on a Friday, and though Travis & Chandler people were workaholics the executive floor offices were relatively quiet this evening. Burke had invited her into his corner office to "discuss her initial assignments."
She couldn't wait to see his cock.
Three weeks ago, she'd moved into temporary rooms in Sherill Cross. Since reactivating her law license she'd put in eighteen-hour days getting up to speed and becoming productive on the civil cases to which Simone had assigned her as second chair. She divided her limited free time between exploring her artsy urban neighborhood's antique shops and funky restaurants, and furious bouts of fucking Matt Ellis. Claire had shed the weight of the world when she'd walked out on her marriage, and discovered that her reawakened sexuality neatly complemented her revitalized career ambitions.
Whenever Matt's tongue or cock wasn't buried in one of her persistently needy holes, they'd mapped out her strategy for establishing herself quickly within the inner circles at Travis & Chandler. "You know I'll be fucking them all," she'd cautioned him. "You're the one who told me how the game is played at this firm."
Matt had accepted that with characteristic good humor. "You'd better be prepared for Burke, then. He's, ah, 'prodigiously endowed' is the way my grandma would put it."
"Your grandmother talks a lot dirtier than mine." Claire had tried not to show that the information especially intrigued her. "And you're pretty prodigious yourself, mister. So, let's practice. Bring that big dick over here, and grab hold of something."
So Claire had thought she knew what to expect. But when she tugged Burke's undershorts off she found herself staring in wide-eyed shock as the long, hard rod of flesh sprang free from its confinement...and kept growing bigger and harder before her eyes, the soft wrinkled skin of the shaft becoming shiny and taut as a drum and the head darkening with surging blood.
"Oh, God." She creamed in her panties, feeling the damp spot grow as the silk soaked up her flowing juices. Perversely, at the same time, her mouth went dry with anxiety. That wouldn't do, not at all, not now. She slid both hands under Burke's ball sack, fondling his plum-sized nuts. He shifted forward on the leather seat to make it easier for her to play. She stalled, struggling to regain her composure. Could she swallow that whole beautiful column of meat? Could she even get the head in her mouth?
"Is there a problem, Claire?"
Her cheeks flushed hot and her heart raced. "Oh! No, sir! Nothing I can't handle." That was sheer bravado. She wasn't at all sure that she could handle this monster. She kissed the tip of his glans, tentatively swiping her tongue across the leaking slit. That did the trick; the musky aroma and taste of him started her saliva flowing. The muscular sheath of her cunt channel spasmed in reflexive anticipation of taking this monster inside.
Her body knew what it wanted. Her brain was just along for the ride.
The warm, spongy flesh of Burke's cock yielded enough that Claire was able to just barely get the crown into her mouth. It was like trying to swallow a tennis ball. She released him for a moment and inhaled deeply, fighting her gag reflex.
Burke looked amused. "There's no rush." He laid his hand on her shoulder, guiding her forward again. "To tell the truth, I've had relationships end at this point." Claire smiled at that and brushed her pouting lips over his cock-head, rolling her tongue around the flaring corona, lathing the beast with saliva. Steeling her resolve, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and eased him inside once more. The fit was glove-tight. His pulse throbbed against her cheeks and tongue. Pressing forward, she lodged his glans in the back of her throat and stopped again. She guessed she could manage maybe an inch or two more, at most, before conceding defeat.
"Why don't you jack me off for a while?" Burke phrased it as a suggestion but his manner was commanding. Claire gripped the base of his cock between her index fingers and thumbs; she needed both hands to encircle the mammoth thing. Moaning softly around the bulbous knob in her throat, she moved her hands from the root of his prick up to her tightly-stretched lips and back again. She pumped up and down his shaft while sucking his cock-head in rhythm.
That did the trick. Slick fluid drizzled from Burke's cock, lubricating her throat's lining. At the same time, her esophageal muscles dilated enough that she could swallow more of him. Claire sensed that her throat wanted this prick as badly as her cunt did. Her confidence returned, little by little, with every additional fraction of an inch of fuck-meat that she swallowed.
Burke looked down with satisfaction at Claire purposefully working more and more of his cock down her throat, her eyes closed and her nostrils flared, her glossy lips impossibly stretched around his blood-engorged missile. At one point, when she looked like she might pull back again he curled his fingers in her lustrous red hair, holding her head in place. He pushed his hips slowly but relentlessly forward. Her eyes bulged wide as inch after inch of thick cock forced its way past the moist, red oval of her lips. He kept pressing forward until she was close to panic.
"There, you've got most of it," he soothed, pulling out at last until only his cock-head remained in her mouth. He relaxed his grip on her head. "You're capable of so much more than you can imagine, Claire. But you have to commit."
Claire rejoiced in Burke's praise. She'd been briefly terrified when he'd grabbed her head and started thrusting into her mouth; she wasn't sure she'd survive a real face-fucking from a meat-hammer like his. Not without more experience first, anyway. But her body's reflexes had surprised her once again and, by the time he started withdrawing, the moist tissues of her mouth clung to the retreating shaft unwilling to let go. When he finally pulled completely free of her mouth she lunged forward instinctively, catching his cock crown between her lips and drawing it back inside.
She pushed her head forward again and this time her throat opened easily and her lips slipped halfway to the base of his prick with little resistance. She bobbed her head experimentally up and down the shaft, taking a little more of his massive fuck-rod each time. To her amazement, after half a dozen repetitions she could take most of him on every stroke.
Claire was learning a lot about herself lately. She was coming to believe that she truly was made for this. One thing was certain: both of her pantsuits were destined for the thrift store in the morning. Her pussy was flooding like the Nile in summer and she wanted badly to just yank her panties off. She wished she didn't still need both hands to manage this big dick so that she could at least shove one down inside her slacks and finger her cunt. She was near her boiling point and needed relief.
Burke could tell that Claire was heating up fast by the increasing ferocity of her sucking. With every forward plunge of her mouth, her tongue softly prodded the underside of his cock and the luxuriant warm cushions of her full lips clung to his flesh like rose petals to their stem.
Burke's experience was that no one sucked cock like an older woman who'd been betrayed by her partner. While many of the smart, attractive young associates he employed were good fucks, they were all keenly aware that they could always find a willing cock whenever they chose to open their legs. But a woman like Claire Henderson sucked with a hunger born of lost possibilities and the determination to seize the moment. Her anger was something that Burke knew how to nurture, hone to a sharp edge, and channel to the firm's benefit and to his.
Claire had the makings of a killer attorney as well as an excellent fuck.
So immersed in sucking cock was Claire that she didn't hear the doorknob turn, or the heavy oak office door swinging open on its old hinges.
"Very pretty." Claire froze at the sound of Simone Chandler's voice and started to pull away from Burke. He put his hand on her head again, holding her in place. Simone glided across the room with the runway walk that was second nature to her, coming to lean on the back of her husband's chair with one hand on her hip.
