She had been teasing and flirting with him from the first day he walked into the training room at their office. Lisa had a reputation as the office slut, it was quite a reputation for an office of five hundred workers, but that didn’t bother her. She was always more focused on her next conquest. Her position as a trainer for new hires gave her the opportunity to quickly asses all the new bodies moving through the office and she had the pick of the crop before the regular workers could even meet the new staff. The moment she spotted John she knew she would have him between her thighs.
Almost thirty years old, Lisa knew she was still attractive to both men and women. Her dark brown hair was usually tied up in a bun at the base of her neck so that it would not fall in her face when she leaned over the trainees computers to instruct them. More importantly, it wouldn’t obstruct the astonished gazes of those same trainees as she gave them the opportunity to admire her deep cleavage. She considered herself a classic beauty: pale skin that covered her soft curves that she proudly showed off to any admirer, with her large, heavy breasts and full ass she wouldn’t be confused with the lithe, taut bodies of the workout bimbos, but that was the point. She was in charge of herself and didn’t let others whims dictate her pleasures.
John was tall and almost blandishly handsome with curly auburn hair, wide shoulders and a small, firm ass. There was something in the way he moved, confident with a touch of timidity that made him stand out. Lisa happily introduced herself to him, and the rest of the class, but knew he would be her first conquest in this group. The moment she shook his hand she knew it was a certainty. Though he looked young, and was certainly younger than she, he already wore a wedding band. Lisa smiled when she saw this. Taking away another woman’s possession was a passion of hers.
She began in her usual way, letting him look down her low-cut blouses, bending over to show off her ass when appropriate, crossing her legs and letting her skirt slip up her legs when he was looking. He liked to look, but immediately glanced away when he saw her watching him. She knew men and she knew he wanted her.
At lunch in the second week of training he lingered a few minutes as the others cleared out of the room. Lisa took the opportunity and swept down on him. “I’ve been seeing you staring at me,” she said softly, as if keeping a secret.
“Sorry,” he stammered, looking down at his training manuals.
“Don’t be,” she said in a reassuring tone. “I like it.”
He looked up now, interested. She was confident he had heard stories about her sexual conquests. Now it was only a matter of sealing the deal. “Uh, what do you mean?”
She smiled at him. It’s so easy, she thought to herself. “Do you ever play around on your wife?” she asked, indicating the wedding band.
“No,” he said, perhaps a bit too quickly. He blushed at her meaning.
From her books she took a folded piece of paper and placed it on his desk. “This is the address of a hotel I use. I’ll be waiting for you there after work.” Before he could protest or deny he understood what she meant, she turned and walked out the door. She could feel his eyes on her ass as she left.
The afternoon training session was long and intense, they had just started some of the more complex computer systems and complete attention was needed. John was usually focused in his work but that day his attention was anywhere but on the teacher or the work. Lisa smiled as he was the first to jump up and leave at the end of the day. She wasn’t worried; she knew where he would be. Moving with an easy confidence, she made her way to her car and then drove to the hotel where she had made her usual room reservation. Picking up her room key from Brad, the desk clerk who knew her by name and reputation, she sauntered to the room that had become her favorite. It had a nice but not distracting view of the cityscape and, most importantly, had mirrored windows so she could fuck with the blinds open and pretend those outside were admiring her nude body, all the while those on the facing buildings could see nothing.
There was a knock at the door barely moments after she had put down her bag and kicked off her shoes. A glance through the peephole assured her it was John on the other side. Undoing one more button on her black lace blouse to fully show off her cleavage and nearly expose the silk bra beneath, she opened the door to admit the young man.
“You’re certainly prompt,” she said in admiration, her eyes shining.
He was almost shaking with nervousness and nodded. “I watched you drive into the parking lot. I’ve been waiting.”
She smiled, not wanting to laugh at him. He blushed again. “How old are you, John?” she asked as she ushered him inside.
“Twenty three.”
“And how long have you been married?”
“Just over a year.”
“Am I going to be the first other woman you’ll fuck since you married your wife?”
He nodded yes.
“Have you fucked other women before you got married?”
“Yes,” he managed to croak out this time.
“Then it’s just like riding a bicycle. Once you get back on you’ll know what to do.” She smiled at him again, but he didn’t notice. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her tits since she had opened the door. “Why don’t I start with a blow job to relax you? Get your clothes off,” she ordered.
He hesitated for a moment before reacting, not wanting to seem too eager or too scared.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “We can’t fuck if you don’t get naked.”
“I, uh, I’ve never done this before,” he mumbled, not wanting to sound like a fool.
“What?” she asking, mocking him. “Cheated on your wife? There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there.” She laid her hand on his cheek. “I think it’s cute you’re thinking of her, but I want to fuck, so get naked or get out.”
He nodded and started stripping off his clothes while she watched. He was tall and a bit thinner than she liked her men, but his chest was smooth and hairless, a plus, and when his cock popped out when he pulled off his pants, she was thrilled. It was only semi-erect but well proportioned. His long, smooth shaft stood up from a bed of curly light brown hair that trailed up to his belly button. The head was a light shade of red and only slightly bulbous. He was neither huge nor tiny, long nor short. The cock John wielded was perhaps the most perfect she had seen; unremarkable but perfect.
In appreciation she fell to her knees, still fully dressed except for her shoes, and took John’s cock head into her mouth. It was pleasantly hot on her tongue and immediately responded to her action by standing up straight and solidifying. She gave a small moan in the back of her throat, released the cock, then proceeded to slid her wet tongue down the sensitive underside. John shuddered and reached backwards, trying to steady himself against the wall.
“Too good, love?” Lisa asked. “Move over to the bed and lay down.”
He did as ordered, face up, and she lay down between his legs and once again took his penis into her mouth. This time she decided to show off and relaxed her throat, sliding his magnificent cock all the way into her mouth and beyond her gag reflex, down into her throat. Her nose came to a rest on his curly pubes. She inhaled his masculine scent and then backed off, releasing his cock with a slight pop. It was wet with her saliva, a tiny string of which connected her lip with the tip of his cock. He groaned in appreciation. She leaned back, breaking the wet string.
“I learned that in college,” she told him. “It was probably my best subject,” she laughed.
“Enough teasing,” he complained.
“Well, you were easy enough to bring around,” she said, then resumed the blow job. She wasted no time now and sucked the upper half of his cock into her mouth and used one hand on the rest of the exposed shaft while cupping his balls with the other. It was a difficult technique, but one that had always guaranteed results for her. Lisa allowed her saliva to well out of her mouth and slide down his shaft, lubricating her moving hand. It didn’t take long to finish the job. Lisa thought his wife must be lousy in bed so easy and eager was he to come.
His orgasm erupted in her mouth and she readily swallowed the first load he forced up. More semen spurted out of his cock and this she held in her mouth along with the next few weaker eruptions. Soon her mouth was full and when he had reopened his eyes she allowed some of the sticky white fluid to dribble over lips, then she visibly swallowed again. “Delicious,” she said. “Some women hate it, but come is the best treat in the world. Every man tastes different.” Then she wiped her chin with her fingers and held it out to him. “Care to sample?”
He shook his head fearfully. It was one thing for a woman to give him head and swallow his spunk, but John didn’t want to taste it himself. She giggled at him, then licked of the remains of his leavings. He watched intently as her tongue cleaned up between her fingers. It was as if the flexible red organ had a mind of its own, seeking out every little bit of his semen and bringing it into her mouth.
When she was done she got up from the bed and announced, “Now it’s my turn. I hope you’re hungry.” Her hands quickly unbuttoned her white silk blouse and tossed it on the floor. Underneath she wore a lacy white bra that barely contained her oversized tits. John realized he had misjudged the size of her breasts. He knew she was larger than average, but these were a pair of swollen beauties that were almost too large for even her curvaceous figure. “They’re nice, aren’t they?” she asked him, but didn’t wait for an answer. She slid down the zipper of her pants and quickly pushed them over her hips and down her legs. She was wearing a white thong panty that matched her bra. John could just barely make out a small patch of brown curly pubes underneath the lace. She crawled back on the bed and sat on his thighs, straddling them.
