Esmeralda

She was ugly as hell, hair scraped back in a bun, the skin tight around the corners of her eyes and lips, but she did have shapely legs -- at least anytime they showed outside one of those her shapeless dresses. When I walked in on a Monday, hangover still hitting my head like a sledgehammer and my boss announced,'You'll be working with Esmeralda,' I sighed out loud.

'I know she's unpleasant to work with,' she silenced my protests with a wave of her hand. 'I also know you're a charmer. You should both work well together.'

I left her office crestfallen, a huge stack of files under one arm. In my office, I picked up the office directory and looked up her name. With some trepidation, I picked the phone and dialed her number.

'Esmeralda Alfonso,' the voice was cold, lacking humanity. This was turning out not to be such a good idea after all.

'Um...um,' I'd forgotten my name. 'I was supposed to work with you...'

'Oh, you,' she said nonchalantly. 'Shall I come over to your office or would you prefer that we met in mine?'


'I'll... er... come over,' I said quickly and dropped the phone as if I were holding a red hot potato. I picked the files and walked down to her office, praying I'd be able to leave unscathed.

I knocked twice, my heart literally in my mouth.

'Come in,' she called.

I walked in, then stopped at what I saw. The office was spic and span. Not a file on her desk was out of order, and I noticed for the first time that she was a neat freak. She looked up at me from behind her thick glasses and with a nod of her head, indicated a seat.

'Hi,' I grinned. 'I see we're going to have a good time working together.'

'Not if I can help it,' she leaned slightly towards me. 'Let's finish this as quickly as we can and pray we never meet again.'

I sat looking at her, openmouthed. I never expected something this unprofessional.

'Ok, I'll cut it,' she placed her soft hand over mine, a smile adding a touch of humanity to her face. 'You're the first guy who's actually tried to be nice. Let's get to work.'

The firm we were auditing had a lot of records -- apparently, my boss had given me one half and she the other. We made small talk as we worked and my usual wisecracks got her giggling.

The phone rang just as we were laughing over something I'd said. She answered it, listened for a few minutes then replaced it.

'We have to turn the records in by noon tomorrow,' she said, turning to me.

'Which means we'll have to work all night,' I moaned. 'I hate working in the office.'

'My place or your place?' she asked.

'Yours,' I replied. 'Seven?'

'Seven's fine,' she replied. We gathered up the files and took them to her car. I felt accomplished having achieved something akin to taming a shrew.

I arrived at her place seven on the dot. I spent quite a while ringing her doorbell and would have walked away had the door not opened.

I was standing face to face with a stunning beauty dressed in a flimsy gown. Her hair was wet and she was panting.

'Hello,' I said, trying to keep my eyes from wandering. 'I'm looking for Miss Alfonso. Does she live here?'

'Do I look different?' Esmeralda's voice came from the lady standing in front of me.

'What the...' I looked her over, realizing it was her -- the aquiline nose and the pursed lips certainly looked more tempting now.

'Come in,' she held the door open. 'I just got out of the shower -- I'm sorry I overslept.'

I was still too tongue-tied to say a word. I sat on the sofa, my eyes following her as she walked to the bar to get me a drink. Her gown had stuck in the cleft of her buttocks and I watched her hips swing from side to side as she walked.

She returned with a glass of wine and handed me an album.

'I need to get dressed,' she said. 'Won't take long.'

I wasn't listening to her. My eyes were fixed on the tops of her breasts that showed outside her gown.

'Are you with me?' she asked with mock anger in her voice. I took the proffered glass and album, then watched her ass as she walked to the bedroom.

She emerged some minutes later in a conservative gown, although it showed off more of her figure than the shapeless ones she wore to the office. We sat together on the sofa, looking through her pictures together.

'That was in Valencia,' she said as I turned the page. A lump caught in my throat. She was standing naked with her hands lifted over her head, a smile directed at whoever was holding the camera. My eyes traveled slowly down, past her lovely neck to her perfect breasts, down... down... until they stopped at her light bush.

'Nice picture,' I commented drily, looking at the next page. In this one she was sitting crosslegged in a beach chair. Her pink pussy lips peeked out at me from under her. Something stirred in my trousers. I adjusted my legs, repositioning my erection in the process.

'Just nice?' she asked in a throaty voice. This was a new side of Esmeralda I'd never seen before.

'Just nice,' I said. 'Shall we get on with the auditing?'

She stared at me for a while as if she couldn't believe me. Her face clouded and she left the room abruptly. I waited for a while, then decided to check on her in the bedroom.

She was sobbing into her pillow. I stood in the doorway, not knowing what to do. After some time, I approached her bed and sat down on it. I placed a hand on her shoulder and tried to pull the pillow away.

She hit me with it and I fell to the floor. I sat p, my erection very prominent now.

'Mama mia!' Esmeralda exclaimed in a very Spanish accent. 'Ees hard!'

She sat in my lap and we stared into our eyes. She had really lovely, green eyes and when I looked into them I was lost. She hadn't been crying -- it was all a sham.

Our first kiss was like the brush of feathers against my lips, then her tongue found its way into my mouth. She had quite a tongue -- one minute in this part of my mouth, the next in another. I couldn't believe this prude could kiss so sensuously.

Her bottom was applying some pressure on my hard cock so I had to lift her off my lap onto the carpet. She took control from there.

While she unbuttoned my shirt, she bit my ear and neck, running her tongue over them. I never believed I could get aroused so strongly just from getting kissed on my neck. As soon as my shirt was out of the way, she fastened her lips on my right nipple, licking around it and taking it into her mouth. She then repeated her actions on my left one, pulling on the hair on my chest with her fingers. She had sensuous lips -- that's for sure.

Her hands had been busy on my trousers. I had to lift my ass above the floor for her to tug my trousers and boxers down. She ignored my cock and took one of my balls into her mouth rolling it around, her mischievous tongue at work on it. She alternated between one ball and the other, then without any warning took my straining cock into her mouth. I was afraid I would come any moment but she definitely had some skill . I was so hard, it was beginning to hurt.

Her mouth worked up and down my shaft, teasing, urging me on, then pulling back at the last moment. I tried to fuck her mouth but she just held me in one position, letting me know who was boss. I gave in to her, waiting for her to make me come. She didn't.

She released my cock, softened with her saliva, and began to undress. Her breasts were smooth and standing, even more spectacular in the flesh than the photos I'd seen in her album. She held one out to me and I took her nipple in my mouth. It was long and hard and I enjoyed playing with it, a bit disappointed in the interval between when she pulled away and switched me to the other.

My hand went behind her and squeezed her supple buttocks. They were soft but firm and I found myself just content to fondle them, but she had other ideas. She got to her feet and stepped out of her panties, then stood over me, holding her pussy open.

I couldn't say no. My tongue dived into her muff and she began to babble some Spanish gibberish as I ate her out. I never realized how close she was to orgasm or I'd have denied her the same pleasure she did me. She let out a scream, her juices flooding my tongue and running down my chin.

When she had calmed down, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks for me. This was an invitation I couldn't miss. The sight of this cultured lady in such an obscene posture showing me her brown asshole and pink pussy got me harder than ever. I knelt behind her and drove my cock into her in one stroke. She let out a gasp.

I began to slam her with all my might. She went into a frenzy again, screaming unintelligible gibberish, never saying the same word twice. My thumbs dug into the skin in the crack of her ass as I fucked her with reckless abandon.

In the moment before I came, my thumb slipped into her asshole, shocking her and triggering her response. I must have come for two full minutes, my dick twitching inside her and sending spurt after spurt of my hot jism into her.

My cock got soft and I pulled out slowly. She still remained on her knees, her ass in the air, her hands still holding it open.

'Esmeralda,' I remembered what I came for. 'We've got some auditing to do.'

'Fake... phone call...' she said tiredly.

'Madre de Dios!' I exclaimed, picking some Spanish out of the air. My cock jumped to life...