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is turned on by knowing that I actually imagine this when we have sex.
—L. M., Wisconsin
Love Is Blind
Here is a story that I would like to share, even though in so doing I have to make a few embarrassing admissions.
First let me say that I am thirty-seven, unmarried (sigh), and work as a secretary for the most wonderful and gorgeous man in the world. Although I have a nice bust line and shapely legs and fanny, I am not what you would describe as beautiful, with the result that my social life—and yes, my sex life—is nil.
Anyway, I have this mad crush on my boss, and I have had it since I started to work for him, five years ago. But do you think he notices me? Not in the least. Oh, I’ve tried, let me tell you, but nothing seemed to work.
Then one noon a couple of months ago, I had a quick lunch in the cafeteria, then returned to the office for a package I was going to mail at the post office. His office door was closed, and thinking I’d ask him if I could get anything for him while I was out, I opened the door . . . and what a sight I saw.
There they were on the floor, my boss and Martha, the receptionist, going at it like crazy:
I was utterly shocked and, at the same time, hypnotized by what I was watching. He was stretched out on his back, completely nude, with Martha, also nude, astride his midsection, pumping away, her little breasts bouncing and flying about with every mad thrust. She was riding him for all she was worth, and the very thought of it drove me insane with jealousy. They were positioned so that she was facing me, but she didn’t see me, as her eyes were closed. Then, suddenly, something must have registered, for her eyes blinked open in recognition. After the first grimace of shock, her face melted into a broad smile, and she winked! The sight of the two of them so unnerved me that I was trying to back out of the doorway when Martha made a motion for me to stop and, pausing not the least in her rhythm, she pointed to his head and made hand motions for me to come in and undress.
I looked down at him, and for the first time I noticed that his eyes were tightly closed. Despite her urging to the contrary, I was going to back out and leave them alone when the thought struck me:
Why not? An opportunity like this doesn’t come often in my life.
So, my decision made, I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and quickly stripped nude.
Martha motioned me over and, as she did so, she leaned over close to his ear, telling him quietly that she wanted to do it to him orally and he should keep his eyes closed. With that, she eased herself off his pelvis, revealing the most gigantic male organ I had ever seen, even in the magazines. Inexperienced as I am in such matters, I couldn’t even begin to estimate the dimensions—it was simply
huge
.
Glistening moistly, it stood there, erect and waiting for further attention. Bending over, Martha grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face right down on the top of its gleaming wetness. Under her expert, albeit silent, tutelage I began to fellate him, licking at the stiff organ for all I was worth. After two minutes of this my crotch was dripping, I was so randy. I’m sure Martha must have sensed my hunger, for, aided by her deft hands, I squatted over his erection. Apparently, gently easing down was not the way to do it. Martha grabbed me around the hips and shoved me down. With that, his entire length pierced into my unyielding flesh, dilating me like I had never been before. I felt so full!
What happened afterward was one wild race to orgasm. My breasts, flopping about with unaccustomed lack of restraint, seemed to be a force all their own. I hit peak after sensational peak, and I was just about to add another to the score when he stiffened, arched his back, and came in a whoosh, spasm after spasm. He was just barely gurgling to a stop when Martha motioned me off. Panic-stricken by what I had been doing, I managed to get my blouse and
—L. M., Wisconsin
Love Is Blind
Here is a story that I would like to share, even though in so doing I have to make a few embarrassing admissions.
First let me say that I am thirty-seven, unmarried (sigh), and work as a secretary for the most wonderful and gorgeous man in the world. Although I have a nice bust line and shapely legs and fanny, I am not what you would describe as beautiful, with the result that my social life—and yes, my sex life—is nil.
Anyway, I have this mad crush on my boss, and I have had it since I started to work for him, five years ago. But do you think he notices me? Not in the least. Oh, I’ve tried, let me tell you, but nothing seemed to work.
Then one noon a couple of months ago, I had a quick lunch in the cafeteria, then returned to the office for a package I was going to mail at the post office. His office door was closed, and thinking I’d ask him if I could get anything for him while I was out, I opened the door . . . and what a sight I saw.
There they were on the floor, my boss and Martha, the receptionist, going at it like crazy:
I was utterly shocked and, at the same time, hypnotized by what I was watching. He was stretched out on his back, completely nude, with Martha, also nude, astride his midsection, pumping away, her little breasts bouncing and flying about with every mad thrust. She was riding him for all she was worth, and the very thought of it drove me insane with jealousy. They were positioned so that she was facing me, but she didn’t see me, as her eyes were closed. Then, suddenly, something must have registered, for her eyes blinked open in recognition. After the first grimace of shock, her face melted into a broad smile, and she winked! The sight of the two of them so unnerved me that I was trying to back out of the doorway when Martha made a motion for me to stop and, pausing not the least in her rhythm, she pointed to his head and made hand motions for me to come in and undress.
I looked down at him, and for the first time I noticed that his eyes were tightly closed. Despite her urging to the contrary, I was going to back out and leave them alone when the thought struck me:
Why not? An opportunity like this doesn’t come often in my life.
So, my decision made, I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and quickly stripped nude.
Martha motioned me over and, as she did so, she leaned over close to his ear, telling him quietly that she wanted to do it to him orally and he should keep his eyes closed. With that, she eased herself off his pelvis, revealing the most gigantic male organ I had ever seen, even in the magazines. Inexperienced as I am in such matters, I couldn’t even begin to estimate the dimensions—it was simply
huge
.
Glistening moistly, it stood there, erect and waiting for further attention. Bending over, Martha grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face right down on the top of its gleaming wetness. Under her expert, albeit silent, tutelage I began to fellate him, licking at the stiff organ for all I was worth. After two minutes of this my crotch was dripping, I was so randy. I’m sure Martha must have sensed my hunger, for, aided by her deft hands, I squatted over his erection. Apparently, gently easing down was not the way to do it. Martha grabbed me around the hips and shoved me down. With that, his entire length pierced into my unyielding flesh, dilating me like I had never been before. I felt so full!
What happened afterward was one wild race to orgasm. My breasts, flopping about with unaccustomed lack of restraint, seemed to be a force all their own. I hit peak after sensational peak, and I was just about to add another to the score when he stiffened, arched his back, and came in a whoosh, spasm after spasm. He was just barely gurgling to a stop when Martha motioned me off. Panic-stricken by what I had been doing, I managed to get my blouse and
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