"Huh-uh. I… well… " He shook his head.
"What do you do for fun at night?"
"I dunno." He swallowed hard. "Different things."
"Don't you get lonely at times?"
"I guess so. Sometimes." He nervously wet his lips.
"A handsome boy like you, I'm surprised you don't have a steady girl."
"I'm not… very good with girls," he confessed.
"Why? Don't you like girls?"
"Sure, but… I'm just not very good with 'em. I don't know."
He must have been very uncomfortable, crouching there, vainly trying to conceal his excitement, dying to look directly up Laura's skirt. She was getting excited too, though he hadn't laid a hand on her, and a part of his excitement was due to his discomfort. It was fun to make him suffer a little and she got a kick out of knowing how much more experienced she was than he. His blush had spread to his ears, and now she wanted to see how much more she could embarrass him.
She said, "Do you mean to tell me you don't know how to make love to a woman? Are you saying you're a virgin?"
The first question made him clamp his lips together and the second made him lower his head and stare at her feet. She bent further and took him by the chin to lift his head, and when she repeated the second question she thought for a moment he was going to cry.
"I can't help it," he said. "I just haven't done it. I just wanted to wait till I got married. I better go."
"You'd better stay," she said as he started to painfully rise, her voice a warm caress. "You'd better stay if you ever expect to become a man."
She hadn't expected to be so blunt about it, but she was new at this flirtation game herself, and the heat of her excitement was such that she couldn't let him go stumbling off then. And now, seeing how her proposition was making him pant and grin and blush all the more, she took a perverse delight in her bold aggressiveness.
"Right here?" he squeaked, looking around the office.
"Right here," she said, slipping off the desk and drawing up her skirt to give him a close-up view of the red bulge that emanated her heat six inches from his face. She touched herself there with her fingers and used the nasty word that she so enjoyed. "Want to fuck me, Stanley?"
"Yeah. But I don't know how." His voice was an octave lower. "But I could learn!"
"The first thing you do is take off my panties." She stood holding her skirt up, swaying closer, until he'd hastily set aside his mail bag and was eagerly reaching for them, and then she added, "With your teeth."
"Huh?"
"If you expect to fuck me, little man, you're going to do it my way. All my way. Is that understood?"
She could feel his breath hot on the plumpest part of her thighs as he nodded, staring straight ahead of him.
"Put your hands behind your back and begin," she said.
He glanced back at the door and took a nibble of the elastic waistband. His breath was very moist and his lips tickled sweetly. As he began working it down, she said, "You know if someone comes in you'll be fired." He nodded, pulling the panties down farther in front. Still holding her skirt up, she slowly turned until the hot breath and the nibbling mouth were working at the tautest part of her panties and the second warmest spot on her body. "D'you like that?" she asked, bumping him in the face, and he again nodded.
She turned to face him again and swayed her hips from side to side in order to rub his nose in her pubic hair as he diligently and eagerly worked the panties down. She kept up her smirking remarks and alternated them with hints of impending delights as he groveled lower to get the clinging nylon wisp down her legs.
"I'm amazed at you still being a virgin. Once you've been broken in properly, though, you'll probably be sniffing after every girl in town… and I'm going to break you in properly; you're going to learn a lot in the next few minutes. Or maybe you're more concerned about getting the mail delivered. Clumsy! Can't you get them over my boot tops? Do you think my new boots are sexy? You do? Kiss them, Stanley. Kiss them if you expect to get any farther with me."
His kissing her boots was almost as much of a kick as his kissing her legs as she directed him to retrace the path he'd made with his nibbling lips. She took him by the hair to grind his mouth briefly against her cunt, but he didn't use his tongue because she didn't tell him to, and she didn't tell him to because she was too eager for his cock by then.
When she let him get to his feet he tried to kiss her, but she pushed him away and crouched down to work at his fly. It wasn't a big bulge in his pants, but it was so hard and so close that her hands were shaking as much as his body was. She was taken aback for a moment when she got it out, for little could be seen of its rosy head, which was housed in a protective sheath of very soft skin. She realized she was seeing her first uncircumcised prick, and she was very much aware of her lightly sheathed clitoris as she drew back the foreskin, making him shudder and groan. Then she took it smoothly into her mouth, and it was absolutely delicious, and it was so thrilling to hear his little whimpers of delight that she increased her suction until they'd changed to whimpers of pain.
Laura was dizzy with lust when she stood up to be fucked. There was no better place than her desk, and papers and nameplate were dumped on the floor as she got up on it, her ass on its edge, her body and his wet cock ready to pounce on her. He hung back, though, until she'd opened out her cuntlips and said, "Come on, damn it. Fuck me! Stick it in!"
Grinning like an ape, he came forward and probed at her ripe, easy target, and still it was she who had to make the insertion. The lout simply didn't know what to do, not until he was in her, and then he began humping so rapidly that Laura's senses were sent soaring. He lasted perhaps thirty seconds, not nearly long enough, not even until the fit between them was perfect, and then he was whimpering and moaning and prematurely shooting in her even though she told him, "Wait! Slow down, damn you! Hold it back, Stanley!"
"I just couldn't," he sighed. "You felt so good and I… I'm so much in love with you."
"Don't be an ass," she said, anger replacing her lust as she roughly pushed him away from her overflowing but unsatisfied cunt. "You don't know a damned thing about love, and you know even less about making a woman happy."
"I'm sorry. I tried," he lamented.
"Try some more. Get down there and eat me. Suck my cunt like I sucked your prick, or, so help me, you'll never see me again!"
She had no intention of ever seeing him again, for he was a child and she was a woman, despite the fact that he was older than she. But the game of man and woman consisted of threats and coercion and trickery, and it was high time she used some of those devices to get what she wanted. She got him to use his tongue with another threat, and he wasn't too bad at licking her cunt then. She further enjoyed watching him lick her honey-drooling slit, and knowing that he was doing it all for her, at the lowest ebb of his sexual desire. She felt she might reach an orgasm when the telephone rang, and she held his head in place while she answered it.
"I'm sorry, Miss Dandridge," said the voice at the other end. "We've just communicated with the San Francisco plant via teletype, and Personnel says there are no openings there at the present time. We'll let you know when something opens up there, though."
"Never mind," said Laura and hung up, her decision made.
She'd be a well-paid, well-fucked prostitute, and she wouldn't need fumbling boys like this one. Having lost any desire for him, she pushed him away and he looked up at her hurt, his jaw slack and wet.