Training
by NotAbovetheRim

SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER EROTICA AND DEFINITELY THE FIRST TIME EXPRESSING ANY OF MY FETISH FANTASIES INTO FUNCTIONAL STORIES. DEPENDING ON HOW IT'S RECEIVED, I’LL CONTINUE THE STORY AND, POTENTIALLY, START SOME DIFFERENT SERIES. THIS IS A LOW EFFORT, FOR FUN OFFERING BUT WITH A FANBASE I’D CONSIDER UPPING THE QUALITY OF EACH INSTALLMENT. IM OPEN TO SCENARIO SUGGESTIONS AS WELL AS FEEDBACK. SO REACH OUT TO ME AT [email protected].

WARNING: SCAT.

Training is a bitch in more ways one. That’s a lesson I had to learn the hard way when I started my new job. A call center, nothing fancy. I’d be convincing rich assholes that their possessions are in danger and then selling them an overpriced security system. A product nobody really wants. Typical call center dayjob shit. So needless to say I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic when a stout woman in her 50s, a lady who’ll be known as the sherpa, lined us up with 30 other trainees and herded us into a glorified classroom.

I quickly moved to the back and chose a suitable computer, convinced the next 5 weeks were going to be as boring and pointless. The spot I chose was perfect for a guy like me. I’d like to think I’m calculating, so I took a station in the very corner. I was out of the sherpa’s sight, but I could see all of my peers. I could see who’s cool, who’s to be avoided, who has an attitude and so on and so forth. I can talk to anyone, but I like to have an idea of what I’m getting myself into. Even if that's an idea I made up myself in this pothead brain of mine.

The sherpa droned her first day good morning and everyone responded accordingly after some goading on her part. I chatted up a couple of the people I sat next to, trying to get a feel for this new place. See what people were thinking. I had a general idea about the place I was in from a few friends who told me the whole center was like a high school. Not exactly what I wanted to hear. They also said everyone was fucking everyone. I had just gotten out of a committed relationship. That last part might not be so bad I thought.

My brain had given way to temptation of the flesh at that point. I’m easily distracted, especially by women. I found myself scanning the room. There were more than a couple of nice looking ladies in the class. There was a dark skinned beauty near the front, she was short with black dreads reaching to her ample behind. I kind of have a thing for short girls. There was a blonde bombshell sitting in the other corner. The dress she had on split at her thigh. Classy. I like classy. I noticed a tall thin brunette not too far from me. I’m talking amazon tall. Upon further questioning I found out she’s Canadian. Somehow that makes sense.

Around 30 minutes into the sherpas speech on workplace “do’s and dont’s”, the classroom door opens. It takes a special kind of person to be late on the first day of a new job. That sort of shit could get you fired in a heartbeat, yet this girl strode confidently across the classroom. She glanced at me as she passed by. Hazel eyes fluttered and beautiful raven hair flipped. I averted my gaze. Her type always did that to me when they came around. Pretty can be an intimidating thing.

She sat down a few seats away from me. I know because I didn’t take my peripheral off of her. A tattoo on her neck that complimented her beautiful light skin tone. She had to be some sort of Spanish I thought to myself. She had the cutest elfen nose with plump pink lips, glossed to perfection, accented with a devilish grin. Her smile sang of seduction and she didn’t even have to open her mouth. She was short, to me anyway, I’m 6 feet tall so I guess a lot of people are short to me. She carried a little extra weight, but she wore it incredibly well. The devil in a new sundress, though I never thought Satan herself would be one for rainbow print. I immediately wanted a taste. See what I did there?

I knew what I wanted, but that's not uncommon for me. I know what I want all the time. Rarely do I get what I want. That and the fact that I couldn't really think of anything to say to her kept me at a distance. Well thats not entirely true. I thought of a lot of things I could’ve said. I couldn't think of anything that would make someone like her want to be with someone like me. I watched her smirk away until lunch came and the class gathered in the cafeteria. I sat next to the amazon and the shortest guy Ive ever met. Both incredibly cool people. Slowly but surely some of the other trainees showed up. We were getting to know each other. Everybody seemed really chill. This might not be terrible.

And then we locked eyes. It was only for a split second. Thats was all I could stand before I noticed and looked downward. I’ve never been good with pretty. I tried to play it off like i was eating. The conversation continued around me. Something about one of the trainees having a million pets or whatever. I figured I better add something at the very least. Break this tension that probably nobody but myself was feeling. I cracked a joke, people laughed, success. I ate a bit, looked back up and met her eyes once again.

My eyes bolted back down. I kept talking but I was really kicking myself. Nobody in years flustered me the way this girl could with just her eyes. It had to be a coincidence though, so I figured I’d play it cool and look back up. She hadn’t said a word in a while, I figured she was busy eating, like I should’ve been. I raise my eyes and they were met with pools of hazel. Had she not looked away in those seconds? Another coincidence? No, not this time. This time she was staring at me. Why? And where did that maddening smirk come from? It wasn’t there before I looked down.

I became my normal self eventually. The outgoing funny guy everyone seemed to love. I answered a few of the sherpas basic questions in training to get her off of my tail for the really hard ones. After about twenty minutes she left the room to get our keys.

“Yo, this training is the worst. Like, I really wanna go back to my bed.”

Like any guy would when one of the hottest girls in the room makes a comment like that, I looked towards her. Big mistake. The signature glance and grin, though at this point it was more of a seductive glare.

“For those who don't know I’m Lynn.” She introduced herself to the class. she had missed intros earlier. “You over there, what’s your name?” she pointed to me.

“Call me Geo.”

“I asked your name, not whatever that is.” that was a little bossy. I didnt expect that.

I stumbled over my words a bit. This side of her freaked me out a little. “Uhh, George.” I finally managed to croak.

“I need your help with something.” She got up, grabbed my arm and walked out the door. I walked behind her in silence. I already was at a loss for words looking at her. I couldn’t imagine anything to croak out to this beauty in protest.

We walked all the way back to the cafeteria. I didn't question it like I said earlier, I thought she had forgotten something and needed help finding it. Cool. I’m always willing to help out, its just a bonus that it puts me in her good graces. We get inside and she makes a beeline for the coffee machines.

“Did you lose something around here or something?” I ask as we stroll up to the machines.

“Get me a coffee, two sugars, three creamers. Stir it for thirty seconds with one of those little red straw thingys. The cups are over there. I’ll be in the training room.” She turned to walk away then she stopped, crouched over a bit so she could stick out that perfect round ass of hers and...

PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!

Oh my god, what just happened? Did she just rip a huge one right in front of me? In front of everyone in the cafeteria? What is up with this girl? I was lost in my thoughts for a few seconds. I saw her look over her shoulder and sneer then the smell hit me. An uncalled for eggy assault. And from a woman so pretty? How could something so foul come from something so pretty?

A few of the patrons around us stared at her silently. She looked from me to them “Fucking duh!” as if on cue they all go about their business. “Hurry up, please.” she says sweetly to me before she walks off.

I’m stunned. Surrounded by a smell that can only be described as thick, sick, and invasive. This crazy bitch wants me to buy her coffee and this is how she asks? Why the fuck would I help her? I hate the pretty uppity types. Damnit why are all the prettiest girls I meet the worst.

I complained in my mind but for whatever reason I found myself making the coffee. She had said two sugars. I decided bringing her nasty coffee was revenge enough for the crop dusting. I dropped only one sugar and one creamer in, didn't stir the thing and brought it back to her.

When I opened the training room door, the sherpa had returned. They all stared at me walking across the room giving Lynn the coffee. She smiled at me but didn't say thanks and I took my seat. I immediately heard the whispering begin. I knew what they were saying, but I just did it to be nice. I’d hoped the fart incident did not become public knowledge at some point in the future or the whispering could get a lot worse.

The rest of the day went by without incident. The sherpa finished up by welcoming us aboard one last time and telling us we could go home. I bolted up out of my seat when the sherpa said it. I gathered my things in a rush but out of the corner of my eye I could see Lynn sitting calmly at her desk. I started to walk the other way.

“Hey George, wait for me please.” the tone was sweet enough, but it was clearly an order.

“Yeah sure, uhhhh, whats up” I ask. The room empties out while I wait for her to gather her things.

“Nothing, except you fucking up the coffee.”

“Excuse me?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“Look, We’re going to have to get one thi-” I trailed off when I noticed the eyes staring a hole into me and the grin on her face.What the hell kind of game was she playing here?

PFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!

What the fuck! I opened my mouth to say something but I choked on the noxious air. I decided that the fight wasn’t worth it right then. I turned to the door.
“No!” she snatched my arm, “You’re going to stand right the fuck there and say what you have to say!”

I looked into her eyes. She’s right! I have to let her have it right here! “We’re-” I coughed a couple of times there.”We have to get something straight, you aren't going to boss me around on the first day we meet like this. Who do you think you are?”

Pfffft. Pfffffffft. PFFFFFT

Two short poots and a blast. “I’m just a ball of gas today apparently.” She clutched her stomach, “It really hurts. Like its sharp almost. This next one might be wet.”

“And that's another thing, You’re fucking disgust--” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before she backhanded me. My equilibrium was thrown for a loop and my cheek burned terribly. I stumbled back toward the wall until my back was against it. Support. I wouldn't let this girl knock me out in one hit. She slowly walked toward me with such an anger in her eye that I didn’t dare move. But… as she got closer that anger turned again to that smirk. She grabbed my neck, pinned me to the wall and shoved her tongue down my throat. I could feel her fumbling with my khakis’ zipper. She pulled it down and reached into my boxers. My dick was rock hard so it sprung right out.

She kept one hand on my throat and she pulled up the back of her dress and shoved her hand in the back of her panties.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSHHH!

She ripped a mighty one ten seconds long. There was a squish at the end. I was afraid I knew what it meant. The smells and the pain I was feeling in my cheek started to hit me. The room started spinning.

“Yep, that was a wet one. She pulled out a shitty palm, smirked at me and grabbed my dick with it. It was so warm. She stroked like a maniac, up and down with the wet shit lubricant.
The room was still spinning but the pain gave way into pleasure.Is..is this really happening?

“Yes, George. This is really happening.” She said out loud. The and on my neck sensually traveled up to my chin and pulled down so my gaze met hers directly. I tried to look away, but she had a grip on both my chin and my member.

She kept jerking, faster and faster. I kept struggling to look away from her. I knew I couldn't so I had only one choice. One way out of this. I closed my eyes.
She stopped and the world became nothing but pain and stench.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I opened my eyes to meet her gaze and grin once again. She took her hand off my chin. She had me.

She pulled her hand off my dick and put it back in her underwear to reload.

pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSH!

It started out slow but got louder. Seemed like as it got louder her smile got wider. By the squishy end the smile was almost crazed. She put the messy hand back and jerked like never before, making sure I kept eye contact through all the jostling.

I shot cum farther than I ever had before. She let me go and my legs gave out. I fell to my knees and looked up only to see that beautiful spanish ass. Big and round with dimples...and at this point brown shit streaks here and there on the surface.

“Lick my asshole clean now!” Suddenly she torpedoed her ass backwards. The back of my head slammed against the wall behind me. My view became darkness. All I knew was that the smell worst I had ever dealt with in my life.

I struggled but no luck, I couldn't get her off of me. There was only one thing to do. I moved my tongue up to her asshole. I could hear saying word of approval. I had submitted even though this was the worst taste ever. Extremely bitter.

I licked and licked, while she grinded her face in my ass. I think I heard someone come in but she threatened to put whoever it was that she saw in her ass instead of me, and they left. I couldn’t blame them. This was unbearable.

“Good enough!” She stood. My face squelched when it left her ass cheeks. I started crying. She peered over her shoulder like before and in the calmest voice said, “This ass can be your greatest friend or your greatest enemy, remember that.”

I nodded

“Good, now pucker up and give me a goodnight kiss.” She grabbed an asscheek in each hand and spread them, bending her knees a bit.

PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!

Her asshole puckered and met my lips.. She cackled before fixing her clothes and walking away leaving me a stinky, broken, horny mess.