Tuesday August 6, 1985 7:10 PM
The cheap, tinny doorbell rang and Ronnie walked straight in without waiting for Sophie to answer. In near see-through, pink penior pajamas, Sophie strode from her bedroom door to stand a foot in front of him. A forced smile decorated her face.
"I told you I was in a hurry, Sophie," scowled Ronnie. He started unbuttoning his white dress shirt and added, "Sorry, Sophie, I've only got forty five minutes to get home. We're flying to Chicago in the morning for vacation. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice. Anyway, the thought of spending two weeks with my in-laws is too much. I just had to see you before I left. You understand?"
Sophie smiled a little less but maintained her inviting pose. "I told you before, you can call me anytime, Mr. Deutcher," she replied. He kicked off his shoes. "Do you have a little something to help me get by?"
"Oh, sure, yes," Ronald reached in his pocket and laid some bills on her kitchen table. "Here's thirty. Oh, can I ask a favor of you Sophie? Would you drop these letters in the mail tomorrow and make this bank deposit across from work? Would you please? I'm late with this work. Aren't those the same pajamas you wore for me last week?" He kicked his boxers towards his pile of clothes.
"Okay, Mr. Deutcher, I'll make the deposits," she turned her back to him. "What would you like to do tonight?" His first answer was to slide his hands under the penoir pajama top and lift it over her head. She stood and smiled, clad only in pink panties.
Ronnie seized her shoulder and turned her around to face her bedroom. "Let's go in here," he said.
Sophie reached her hand down and grasped his upright penis. "You need to relax, Mr. Deutcher. I'll get you out on time," and Sophie turned and began to kiss Ronald Deutcher. She poked her tongue into his mouth to encourage him to follow back into her mouth. With one hand she stroked his ready dick while the other hand caressed his still buff chest. After a minute of kissing, she again asked, "You're a terrific kisser, Mr. Deutcher, and your fingers make my boobies just sizzle with pleasure. Do you have a preference for tonight?"
"You know what I like most," Ronald replied quietly.
"Ok," said Sophie as she bent to remove her panties with one hand. She led Ronnie with his dick in her hand to the foot of her bed where she sat and bent down to look at the prized manhood in her hand. "Good bye, little boy. It's time to go to work. See you again in twenty minutes." Sophie sat up and spread her legs and worked the penis head up and down her waiting labia until she became wetter.
Ronnie stammered impatiently, "Stick it in, Sophie. Stick it in now." He had begun thrusting motions which stopped Sophie's lubricating moves.
Sophie positioned his pulsing penis over the entrance to her vagina. "Is this where you mean, Mr. Deutcher?"
Deutcher rammed it in and gave a harsh, "Yah, that's it for now." He enjoyed the hard ramming as Sophie reclined on the bed and wrapped her legs around his torso, locking her ankles together.
"Have I ever told you, Sophie, how pretty your red hair is?" Deutcher asked breathlessly as he rammed thrusts that shook her whole body.
"On my head or down there?" Sophie responded with labored breath.
"Both," he responded with a wry smile.
"Oh, Oh, Oh. I enjoy your sex, Mr. Deutcher. I wish you'd come by more often," cried Sophie.
"I have to stop now. Sophie, where is it?" asked Ronnie straightening up. Sophie unlocked her legs to free him from her grasp.
"I'll get it," said Sophie who rolled over and brought back the petroleum jelly and a towel.
"Lather it up good, Sophie. I want to last as long as I can," requested Ronnie. He smiled contently as she generously spread the tepid jelly all over his still erect penis.
"You're almost ready to fire off now, Mr. Deutcher. I can tell this is going to be a good one," encouraged Sophie. She quickly wiped off her hand on the towel and returned to the bed on all fours, presenting her ass to Ronnie Deutcher. "Start off slow, Mr. Deutcher, so that you don't hurt me," she reminded him without effect.
Deutcher aimed his penis head into her anus and stopped. "Please spread your knees a little further apart, Sophie." As soon as she complied, Deutcher tried to slide the penis all the way in.
"Ah. Ow. Ow. Slow down, cowboy," cried Sophie. Ronnie hesitated briefly but rammed it all the way in and began to thrust in and out. Ronnie bent forward and used his hands to pull her hips as close to his thrusting hips as possible so he went as deep as possible. Sophie relaxed her body and Ronnie used her as a limp rag doll. She responded, "Oh. Oh," to his every penetration. He rejoined, "Ah. Ah," with each thrust.
Soon, his body tensed until he froze as his body gushed out the semen inside her colon. Sophie continued to push her ass against his hips. Soon the trance which gripped Ronnie loosened and he pushed her forward to fall on her face. She lay prostrate for a moment, glanced at her alarm clock, and then turned over to look at him. Instead of Deutcher flopping down for a quick nap, he wiped off the remaining petroleum jelly from his pubic hairs and removed the sex juices that would give him away at home.
"Sorry Sophie. I'd like to cuddle with you, but I have to go now. You were great, as always. You really make me feel like a man. There is no one like you, Sophie. I am so glad that I met you," he stammered as he quickly put on his clothes.
Still naked in bed, Sophie glanced again at her alarm clock. After less than three minutes, the front door slammed shut and her visitor was gone.
Wednesday August 7, 1985 8:05 PM
Gloria pushed elevator button 3. The door noisily shut and began its labored ascent from the lobby. Ding. Ding. The door opened. The building had begun to heat up because the air conditioning automatically turned off at 6 PM during the week. Gloria walked down the hallway toward her office.
As she got to the translucent office door, Gloria could tell the lights were on. The faint sounds of someone stirring came to her. Was it a thief or one of her employees? Who would be working at 8 PM? Gloria quietly slid the key into the lock, afraid to go any further. She wondered, 'Call the police or open the door?'
She listened intently. Soon she heard something, a woman's breathless voice, "Oh, yes. Oh, god. Deeper. Deeper." Then a low, male voice joined in, "Yes. It's good. Like that." The conversation topic was unmistakable.
Gloria opened the door with impatience and disgust. She entered and first noticed her desk phone and desk pad on the floor and with desk phone off the hook. But her eyes were entreated to the back of a standing, naked man. His body, neither young nor past his prime, was bent forward. He had dark red hair with a bald spot on his head. Gloria focused on his muscular ass, so round and firm, pumping methodically between a splayed pair of female legs, arching up in dainty form.
Gloria walked to one side to see who was sitting on and fucking on her desk. The messy hair, long and dark, covered part of the face of the young woman Gloria recognized. Her head was back and her face displayed sweet torment. The constant deep thrusts jiggled her body; the shocks first shook her hips and stomach and then her tits and her face shook. Between the rhythmic poundings, her body writhed as the final stages of orgasm took hold of her body.
Gloria continued to move sideways. She could see the side of the man's face with his jaw set in a stern countenance. His grip of the woman's hip was firm and he moved her from side to side as he wanted. She could not have freed herself if she wanted to.
The woman took her eyes off of the man's chest and abdomen and starred horrified at the intruder. "Gloria?" she struggled to call out.
The man turned his head but continued to pound away at his woman.
"What the fuck are you doing on my desk?" screamed Gloria.
"I'm sorry, Gloria. I'm so sorry," replied the woman.
In a low commanding voice, the man said, "Give us a few, okay?" When he saw that Gloria did not move, he ordered, "Outside, babe!" He turned his head back to look at the woman on the desk and intensified his thrusting into her.
Rhonda was her only saleswoman and Bernie was, for now, her biggest client. Gloria saw no choice; she backed up to walk outside but she kept her eyes upon his throbbing tight ass. Gloria called out, "Clean up my damned desk. And Rhonda, clean out your desk."
"But," Rhonda began but switched to "ah, ah, Oh my god. Owwie." It was a most excellent ride.
The door opened and Bernie Blum came out first. "Don't be so hard on her, Gloria. She was just doing her job," said Bernie with a smile. "A man has to bring his women to orgasm or someone else will." Gloria' mouth dropped open as he walked down the hallway to the elevator in those crumpled, baggy pants.
Gloria opened the door and walked in. "I am ashamed of you, Rhonda. How could you? Couldn't you find a motel? My fucking desk?" she asked barely controlling her rage.
"It's not what you think, Gloria," Rhonda implored, "He makes me. You wanted those deals, didn't you? Well…"
"I don't believe that. Put your stuff in that box over there," replied Gloria.
Thursday August 8, 1985 3:25 AM
As the synapses in Gloria's brain were sorting out the day's events, another rapid eye movement cycle began. Gloria opened the door to her office to see it was empty but for her bare desk at the center of the room. The room was pitch black except for a single spotlight over the desk. At the far end of the cone of illumination she saw the legs of a naked man looking away from her. Gloria felt quite natural and did not feel ashamed of her nakedness as she walked to the desk center and sat on the edge, crossing her legs. The focused light was warm and made Gloria's bare skin appear as light as milk chocolate. Gloria raised her glance from her naked body to the man who began to walk two steps backwards toward her. The firm round naked buttocks belonged to a man with balding, dark red hair.
The naked man turned to face her. Bernie's face was serious as he made his way before Gloria. Gloria scanned his athletic body but she focused at his foot long, corkscrew penis. He stopped in front of Gloria, spread her legs apart, and ran his penis head up and down her labia. As Gloria felt the pleasure juices start to flow, she reclined to her elbows and studied the scene below.
Bernie's penis stiffened and inflated with a red hue as he fed more and more of it into the blood red vagina, with an accompanying rhythmic gentle in-and-out pulsing. Back came the old feelings, that tantalized her pussy and rocked her insides, taking control of her body. Her breathing quickened. Bernie squeezed a hold of her hips and thrust his two feet of manhood deep inside Gloria. She felt the sensations up to her stomach and she went into wild orgasm; her stomach muscles contracted, her toes curled involuntarily, she arched her back while straining to stare at this love machine. The pleasure waves expanded out through her body and she felt like she would explode any second. Her body stayed that way until Bernie began to clench his face and his abdomen contracted in ecstasy. When he released the grip on her hips, her body exploded in love.
Friday August 9, 1985 3:45 PM
