"In every respect?" she inquired, smiling. "How do you know? Won't you please come and sit here beside me for a moment, Mr. Shipley?"
He obeyed, and the instant he took his place beside her, she put her arm up on the back of the sofa and blew into his ear. "Now that we've established that I'm a lady-an intelligent and well-informed lady-I feel it pertinent to inform you that Dream-Date takes into account all of a client's needs." She laughed. "Oh, don't worry, Vern. I promise not to rape you or your male clients. I merely want you to know that I am aware that you may require a variety of services."
Her hand was on his knee. Vern swallowed.
"You see, I am trained to know how, when, and where to use my various abilities. With you, or with your male clients. Discreetly."
Vern felt his prick rising. He began to squirm in response to Maria's roving hand. Good God! thought. Where has Dream-Date been all my life? "I understand," he said. "Yes, that might be necessary in some Instances."
"You're probably wondering why an operation of the high calibre of Dream Date is leveling with you this way," she said directly.
"As a matter-of-fact, you read my mind," Vern said. "Yes."
"You've been checked out very thoroughly, Vernon Shipley. You run a most successful and profitable business. You need Dream-Date. No, you are not a man to play games with. You are an extremely intelligent, capable and aggressive man. Most important, you are not the police. Therefore, I am at liberty to level with you. I am completely at your disposal, and you may trust me absolutely."
Maria Reese rose then, crossed the room and straightened an oil painting on the wood-paneled wall. Then she returned, sat down, and asked him if he would care to engage her services.
"Definitely," he said. "That is, unless the fee is out of the question."
"The fee will be high," she said. "You may count on that. But then you have much to gain." Once again, her hand was on his leg. "I am not a prostitute, Vern," she said. "At least not an ordinary one. I mean, you have much to gain businesswise and-and well, there are certain fringe benefits, too." Her hand actually fondled his prick now. "Do you understand?"
"How could I not understand?" Vern said, reaching out, fondling her breast and kissing her full, moist, and beckoning lips.
Vern's heart sounded like a bass drum to his own ears. "I-I wish there was some way of-"
She shushed his lips with her index finger. "Say no more, Vern. This is extraordinary, but under the circumstances I feel you are entitled to a sampling of the-the entire package. Wine-tasting establishments are flourishing these days. I see no reason why there cannot be a little client-tasting." She stared sensually into his eyes. "What will it be, Vern?" Her hand groped more firmly at his bone-hard erection now.
Vern glanced nervously at the door.
"You needn't worry about our being disturbed. I am given complete latitude in these matters, Vern. Mr. Gregory or anyone, for that matter, will not disturb Maria Reese's interview with a potential client This is a very high-level interview. I can assure you of that. Furthermore, whether you believe me or not, I insist on informing you that I've never engaged in this sort of conduct with a client before today."
"Please, that isn't n-necessary," Vern said, nearly insane from her stimulation of his prick.
She shrugged, rolling her eyes. "Very well," she purred. "Believe whatever you like. I'm telling you the truth, though."
"All right," Vern gasped. "I-I believe you."
Maria's very smooth and loving hand then unzipped his fly and removed his prick. Her slim fingers were cool against the heat of his throbbing meat.
'What would you like to do, Vern? Anything? Free of charge and without obligation? Just tell me what you want. A man of your character and position is entitled to one sampling." She squeezed his rigid organ in her hand. "You're a very virile man, so what will it be?"
Vern was trembling all over. This incredibly beautiful female beside him had him wanting to do everything! He was literally mad with desire. He managed to stammer: "You mentioned wine-tasting-w-well, I want to t-taste y-you. Yes, I want to-to lick between your legs."
Vern was surprised at his own choice of words. His request had just come tumbling out
"Very well," Maria said, breathing a bit harder herself, Vern noticed. "How do you want me? Shall I strip my clothes off? Do you want to undress me? Or perhaps you'd just like me to stand with one leg up on the arm of the sofa, so you can kneel down and just-well, just lap my pussy in that position."
Vern swallowed, his trembling actually violent now. "You know everything, don't you?" he said. "You knew what I wanted to do to you before I even thought of it myself. You know everything, everything."
Already Vern was sliding off the sofa to his knees. Maria took his face tenderly in her hands and placed her left leg up on the sofa arm. "Well, I-I don't know everything, but I do know a lot. I know what I represent in many men's minds, and I did guess that you might like what you're about to do. I like it too, Vern…I love it…go ahead and lick…yes, lick…I think you'll find it's the tastiest pussy you've ever eaten…go ahead, Vern…now!"
Vern unbuttoned Maria's skirt, made her take her leg down while he removed skirt, panties, garter belt, then stared in awe at the curved perfection of her lower torso. He was tempted to tell her to bare her breasts, but he restrained himself. He didn't want to be too pushy. He didn't want to do anything that might possibly "put her off," even though he suspected she would permit anything, just as she had promised. Still, he didn't want to be a pig. No. Already he held her firm, rounded ass in his hands as he inhaled the fragrance of her pubic mound. Her high heels were still on, and for some reason, he loved the idea of "eating" her while she was still dressed.
Yes, this was a first all right-in many ways. First, he had never touched such a beautiful woman; second, he had never licked a woman's vagina while she stood, partially dressed. He lifted her right leg beneath the knee now so that it once again rested up on the sofa arm. And then he began tonguing-tasting-gulping gently at her crotch from her clitoris to her tailbone.
Her hands on his cheeks tightened and she sighed, moaned, whimpered. "Yes, Vern. Oh, you know just how to-to gobble a girl. Oh, God! Eat my cunt, Vern! Eat it! You love it, don't you? And it feels heavenly!"
The taste of Maria's vagina was like no crotch he had ever gobbled. Was it his imagination, he wondered, or did it actually have a sweet flavor? And gamy, too. like venison. Angel-vension-slick-gushing-sweet! Groaning, he devoured her large clitoris as she continued to spur him on with verbal directions and those cool, soft hands on his cheeks. "Lick it, Vern! Lap it good, Vern! Suck!"
After several minutes of this, Vern could not stand the limitation of the position. He spread her out on the sofa, shoved her knees up against her breasts and gorged himself on the juicy cunt with increased maniacal frenzy.Her voice rose shrilly and her nails dug into his ears, neck, scalp as her pleasure mounted. If it was an act, he didn't care!
She was screaming now, totally unaware that she was in an office with a secretary, just down the hall, and a boss nearby, too. Finally, she insisted on reversing herself on the couch and lying on her side. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted. He lay on the couch on his side also, and the sixty-nining began. She made hungry, gulping, desperate nursing sounds as she sucked his pulsing shaft.
And then again as if by ESP, Vern ceased his munching on her cunt and tugged her ass to the edge of the sofa. It was time for the fucking. What had begun as wine-tasting-client-tasting-was now a Roman feast, an orgy, a fuck-fest!