In the hallowed halls of the esteemed investment bank, a woman of considerable beauty and even more impressive proportions held court. Her name was Claudette, a mademoiselle who had long since abandoned any hope of maintaining her youthful figure, instead embracing the natural progression of her body. Her ample bosom commanded attention, while her luxurious mane of fiery red curls was a stark contrast to the monochromatic suits of her male colleagues. Claudette was a sight to behold, and she reveled in the power her appearance afforded her.
One particularly daring young analyst, a strapping lad by the name of Pierre, found himself unable to resist the allure of Claudette. He had long admired her from afar, his eyes often straying to the tantalizing view of her cleavage that seemed to spill forth from her blouses. He had heard whispers of her carnal exploits, how she had taken several young interns under her wing and shown them the pleasures of the flesh. Pierre yearned to be one of those lucky men, to feel the warmth of her body pressed against his, to taste the sweetness of her lips.
One fateful day, opportunity knocked. As Claudette strode down the hallway, her hips swaying seductively, Pierre found himself alone in the copy room with the door slightly ajar. He could see her reflection in the glass, her eyes locked onto his. She smiled, a wicked glint in her gaze, and beckoned him closer.
“Pierre, my dear boy,” she purred, her voice like silk. “I’ve been watching you, admiring your dedication and vigor. I think it’s time we reward your hard work, don’t you?”
Before Pierre could respond, Claudette had stepped into the copy room, closing the door behind her. She pressed her body against his, her generous curves molding to his lean form. Her lips found his, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth. Pierre was powerless to resist, his hands finding their way to her voluptuous backside, pulling her closer as they devoured each other.
Claudette’s fingers deftly worked the buttons of his shirt, her nails gently raking his chest as she exposed his flesh. She leaned back, her eyes drinking in the sight of his toned physique, her hands tracing the lines of his muscles.
“You are a beautiful specimen, Pierre,” she murmured, her voice heavy with desire. “But I want to see all of you.”
With a swift motion, she tugged his shirt free from his slacks, her hands roaming his torso as she peppered his chest with kisses. Pierre could feel himself growing hard, his body responding to her touch.
Claudette’s eyes dropped to his growing arousal, her lips curling into a knowing smile as she dropped to her knees. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his trousers, her eyes never leaving his as she freed his erection.
“My, my, Pierre,” she cooed, her hand wrapping around his length. “You are quite impressive.”
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his cock. Pierre couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as she took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his shaft as she sucked him deep. Her fingers continued to explore his body, her nails leaving marks on his hips as she held him in place.
Pierre’s hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling in the fiery curls as he guided her movements. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as she sucked him harder, her fingers teasing his balls.
“Claudette,” he gasped, his hips bucking as he came. “I’m going to… Oh, God!”
Claudette swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around his cock as he came down from his high. She stood, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she wiped her mouth.
“Until next time, Pierre,” she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she slipped from the room.
Pierre could only lean against the copy machine, his legs weak as he tried to process what had just happened. He knew one thing for certain, he was hooked, and he couldn’t wait for his next lesson in carnal pleasure from the tantalizing Claudette.
