It was midmorning, and I was getting back to my office after a busy class. Sheila, the local book representative from one of the big publishing houses, was waiting for me. As a book representative, and as a business woman, Sheila had it put together. She was efficient, business-like, fast, had quickly gotten to know me and my needs, and had sent some textbook reviewing dollars my way. As a woman, she was small, probably about 5'2", and certainly weighed less than 100 lbs., quite a contrast from my 6'6" and 300some lbs. Her hair was cut in a glossy black line that flew around her head and settled down in waves as she would talk.
We moved into my office, and spent a pleasant ten minutes discussing our families, the latest textbook she had to offer, and the weather. After we discussed my current textbook needs, she collected her stuff and I stood up to shake her hand.
As I held her hand, she reached over and shut my office door. Then she walked over next to the desk I was working on and sat on a corner of it, and told me that she had held a secret fantasy for a long time. Apparently one of her secret dreams was to have sex with a really big guy, someone who would dominate her physically without needing to resort to other techniques. Then she told me that she had always been too shy to act on her dream, but that she trusted me to keep it a secret and that she was hoping I would be willing to help her achieve her fantasy.
It took me a minute, but as she blushed a deep red I realized that she wanted to have sex with me. I sat down, put my hand on her thigh as she perched on my desk, and asked her to tell me more about her fantasy as I began to rub her thigh in slow, firm circles, gradually working my way further and further up her leg. She told me that it wasn’t the cock size that she was looking for (good thing, because I am just the average 6"), but that she wanted someone really big to fuck her, and that her fantasy was for that man to hold her as he fucked her standing up, and to be with someone she knew was physically much stronger than she was.
I stood up, brushing my hand up and over her breasts, reached down to pick her up (my left hand around her back and my right hand on her butt), and held her in the air, against me, and asked her if that was the position she imagined. She gasped “yes”, and I spun her around, holding her against my chest and running my free hand down her torso to find her crotch, and asked her if she was instead thinking of that position. She breathlessly told me it hadn’t occurred to her that someone could hold her and fuck her from behind.
I ran my hand down her body to beneath her skirt, and ran my hand up her leg to find her crotch. She was wearing white panties which felt very wet already, and she jumped as my thumb rubbed over the material and against her crotch. As I held her, my arm wrapped firmly around her torso, with my other hand I cupped her sex and rubbed slightly. Sheila convulsed and orgasmed violently, her legs kicking spasmodically and her body shaking. I could feel moisture seeping through her panties, and I rubbed my thumb firmly up and down her crotch, feeling her jump and twitch in response.
Still holding her, I carried her to the back of my office. I have a cheap twinsize mattress that I use occasionally for midday naps, and I put her down and laid the mattress down. Sheila was just standing in the corner, eyes still a bit glazed, and I looked over and told her to take her clothes off. Obediently, she complied, and piled her clothes on a nearby chair. Her breasts bounced slightly as she took off her bra. I was pleased to see her aureoles were large and dark, and her nipples were dark and stiffly erect. It was obvious she tanned, because she had definite tan lines and her butt stood out crisply white against the darker skin of the rest of her body. Her pussy hair was dark and neatly trimmed.
