“Cool. So, we can go out this week?”
“Yeah, that’s cool. What time is it?”
“Uh, it’s three-twenty. You gotta go now?”
“Naw, I got ten minutes. Slide your chair over just a little and keep watching for somebody coming.”
I moved the chair over and she moved her chair around to face me. The back of my chair was against the wall. Tonya moved between the desk and me. As I looked out at my co-workers, I was in a daze. I couldn’t believe that I was about to have sex right there in the office, in the cubicle, while my co-workers were there working. I’d had some fantasies, but this one beat anything that I could have imagined.
As I concentrated on the office, I suddenly felt this surge of pleasure rise from my feet to the temples of my head.
Tonya had placed her hands and mouth around my dick and proceeded to give me head right there in the middle of the day, in my cubicle, in my office, while my co-workers were just a few feet away.
I squealed and she squeezed harder.
The pleasure from the pulse of her tongue and the warmth of her mouth, mixed with adrenaline, moved through my body like a stream of hot oil. It felt good. It took all I had to contain myself. Now I knew I had to have her.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better she squeezed my dick again while placing my balls into her mouth. Then, she hummed. And I thought I was a damn harmonica. I wanted to call somebody, anybody. But instead I sat in silence as the thrill of ecstasy created orgasms in my mind. I knew the best was sure to follow.
At that moment, she spread my legs just enough to go down low and lick the forbidden. This girl was a freak and as I sat there in the pleasure zone, I thought of whether or not I could hang.
Tonya returned her tongue to my dick and then to my inner thighs as she made wet circles of lust form into streaks of ecstasy. I was in heaven!
As she sucked and teased, I grew more and more restless. The pleasure was growing and I wondered if I could control myself. I wanted to yell, but I couldn’t. The sound had gotten lost somewhere between my balls and my dick. It was the first time in my life that I was ever speechless. It felt good.
As Tonya slid her tongue up and down the sides of my dick, I could feel the pressure growing and knew I was about to cum. She knew it, too. Tonya gave one last tug on the balls and a last pull on my head, and suddenly I let it all out. She held my dick so that I would cum all over the floor underneath my desk.
I wondered if she swallowed.
Then she kissed what was left on my penis, licked any evidence off her mouth, and stood up.
Yep, she swallowed.
“Looks like everything down there is okay. I’ll see you in two weeks, but don’t hesitate to call if you need service before then.”
Removing a card from a purple case, she kissed the card, leaving a lipstick print—undoubtedly to tease me with those beautiful lips. Tonya placed the card on my lap, gave me a devilish grin, and left my office.
I tossed the card onto the desk and quickly returned my penis to its place and did the same with my zipper. Taking a napkin from lunch, I attempted to wipe up the cum, but the stain had set in.
/> Staring at the spot, I didn’t know what to think. But quickly my look of confusion gave way to a sly grin.
Picking up Tonya’s card, I read it with sheer pleasure and a growing erection.
My Friend, the Pornographer
Robert Edison Sandiford
For the first time in all the years I’d known her—sixteen, since the very first day of high school—Jewel Johnson, my best friend, Jules, had floored me. Knees collapsed, sprawled on my back on the living room carpet, I lay gasping for air, sputtering.
“What?” I said, clutching the receiver, shouting into it.
“You heard me.” Jules giggled in that girlish way of hers, meaning you don’t stand a chance of refusing her. A former beauty queen with a knockout pair of tits and a kick-butt butt, Jules had been treated like a princess since puberty because of her good looks and adventurous spirit. She had a way of making people—both men and women—do for her feel glad they did.
“You heard me,” she repeated. “I want you to tape Jay and me fucking.”
Jay was Jules’ husband. They had been married for three years. He worked for an investment company but was an accountant by training. He was quiet yet attractive in an aloof way, like a stage actor. I always felt there was another side to him that was sly. But not bad. It came out most in his eyes, which narrowed when he smiled as if he was holding back some secret. And he had the body of a long-distance runner, lean and graceful in motion. Besides, what woman didn’t wonder about her best friend’s husband, especially when he was good looking, had big, loving hands, and she knew what they could do?
Jules was, of course, the kiss an’ tell type. It seemed her exhibitionism was taking on new proportions.