In my line of work I am on the road so often that the only people who stop by my office are those who have set up an appointment.

Lucy never did things the conventional way. She has been a business associate for a number of years. I have always found her quite attractive. She’s a tall, thin brunette with blue eyes and one of the firmest, nicest-shaped asses I’ve seen. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think of her beyond our business relationship, because the truth is she has played the starring role in almost all my sexual fantasies.

Well, she walked into the office one afternoon in a denim shirt and tight jeans. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders. She never looked better. I was pleasantly surprised to see her and asked why she had stopped by.

“Actually, it’s a personal matter,” she said nervously.

I was baffled. What could she possibly want? “Have a seat, Lucy,” I said.

She didn’t take the extra chair across the room but perched on the edge of my desk. I received a sudden intoxicating whiff of her musky perfume. My heart began to race, and I found myself suddenly anxious. It didn’t help that my eyes were exactly level with Lucy’s chest. Her breasts were average in size, but with her arms crossed in front of her, the curves were emphasized. The top three buttons of her shirt were undone, giving me an intimate view of perfect roundness. My mind began to wander. I forced it back to attention by looking into her face.

She cleared her throat. “Well — I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you something. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately, and I want you to fuck my brains out.” At that instant the phone rang.

I stared at Lucy in utter disbelief. Women never say things like that to me. The phone was still ringing when she said, “I mean, I find you very attractive and sexy — and maybe you’d better answer the phone.”

She slid over to the middle of the desk so that she was just in front of me. Now I could smell her up close, that heady feminine smell that can drive a man nuts. I could hardly breathe. I clutched the phone to my ear, deaf to the caller, staring at Lucy with raging desire. She smiled, unbuttoned her shirt, and slowly pulled it off one shoulder. Her breasts were pushed up and pressed together by her deep-purple bra. The nipples were erect. I could see their jutting points through the thin fabric. Once she had removed her shirt, she unfastened her pants. When she stood up, those delectable tits were right in my face. I groaned under my breath, feeling a thickening in my groin. Without saying good-bye, I hung up the phone.

Lucy pushed away my chair to give herself more room and turned her back to me. When she bent over to remove her shoes and wriggle out of her pants, my cock almost exploded. She was wearing thong underwear; her ass was naked except for a thin strip of dark purple in the crack between her buttocks. With a trembling hand I ran a finger along the strip of cloth, stopping only when I felt the wetness at the mound between her legs. My face was inches from Lucy’s honeypot. My tongue leapt out and began to lick that damp center, tasting her juice where it had collected in her panties.

“Mmm,” Lucy groaned, gripping the sides of my desk and pushing her crotch against my tongue. “Oh, that feels great.”

I slid a finger beneath the fabric, questing for her crack. My forefinger slid in with ease. I lifted the material, ready to probe into her with my tongue when she stopped me.

“No!” she cried. “Wait a minute. I want to see you — show me your cock.”

My pulsating penis was jutting forward with such eagerness that I gladly released it from my pants. Lucy turned around and sank to her knees before me. With tentative fingers she fondled my dick, gently exploring its tip. “Oh, Paul,” she whispered, “I’ve got to taste you.” Her full lips closed over my cock. She had barely begun to suck me off when I pumped a huge load of jizz into her mouth. She swallowed energetically, moaning in pleasure.

“Delicious,” was all Lucy said. She was too busy licking the remaining drops to say much else. When she finished she stood up and kissed me deeply, her tongue licking my lips. I could taste a saltiness from my semen on her mouth, which I found oddly arousing. We kissed for quite some time, enjoying the novelty of each other’s mouth, lips, and tongue.

I grabbed her waist and lifted her onto my desk, then pressed her back onto the wooden surface. With strong, firm motions, I massaged my way down to her waist. Once there, I reached for her flimsy thong and slid it down. She spread her legs for me, exposing her dripping snatch. It was an incredible sight, Lucy lying naked on my desk, panting in anticipation. Now it was my turn to be on my knees. But first I stripped while she watched.

I gently parted her labia and plunged my tongue into her as far as I could. She cried out and jerked with every stroke of my tongue. At first it was hard to get a rhythm going with all her thrashing, but I soon figured out how to keep in pace with her energetic thrusts. I continued licking and probing, and Lucy got wetter and wetter.

I pushed my middle finger into her puckered ass hole, then slid it in a few inches deeper before pulling it out again. This was driving Lucy crazy. Her legs were shaking and her cries had become louder. I kept up this anal finger-fucking as I ran my tongue hard up and down her clit. With a terrific cry, she achieved a massive climax unlike anything I could ever imagine.

Impatient to experience another orgasm of my own, I stood up and placed myself between Lucy’s quaking legs. I plunged my prick all the way in. Grabbing her waist, I rammed into her again and again until we were both covered in sweat. Lucy was bucking wildly on my desk, sending my loose papers, file folders, and the Rolodex to the floor. Still we didn’t stop. She met me at each thrust, yelling my name over and over. Her body shook uncontrollably in the throes of yet another orgasm. Her vaginal walls tightened around my penis. With a deep growl, I pumped my second load of come into her.

We were quiet at first afterward, our passion and energy spent. We were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Then she began to laugh. “Well, Paul,” she said, “you sure know how to fuck a girl’s brains out.”

Did I mention that Lucy isn’t a very conventional girl?