Hello everybody. My name is Jane and his is my true story. I am a 30 year old female. I am not very attractive; average to say the best! Average at everything; looks, wits, just about everything. Then in my early twenties I began to realise that I as time passed, my main preoccupation became with sex. This continued until it reached a monumental state which was started to affect my whole life.
I went to see a psychiatrist and was diagnosed with a very strange condition by the name of Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome, PSAS for short. My shrink told me that it would eventually get better but after it probably got worse!
It really bothered me for a while as I had no choice but to constantly think about sex. I then got so horny to a point where I had to masturbate for relief or else I couldn't function. But then, and as the shrink had told me, it started reaching a point whereby as soon as I relived myself, I would start getting horny again.
Then one day, I started cumming with no stimulation. I was just sitting having lunch with my mother and I came! Then about twenty minutes later, I came again. Not violent orgasms, but orgasms just the same! And then, as a few months went by, it reached the point where I was cumming about three to five times an hour. This condition really exists! Look it up.
I started losing jobs everywhere I went. I would maintain the job for a few months but usually things started getting weird when I had to go to the bathroom every few minutes. But let's not dwell on that too much -- let's jump in to where it starts becoming interesting!
About a year ago, I applied for a job as a secretary to a man in a large corporate firm that handles the business affairs of foreign corporations in the country. I went for the interview knowing that I would not be accepted as I was not qualified for this job. However, to my surprise, five minutes into the interview, he told me I was hired!
The first few days of the job he kept his distance. He would never say anything about my continued trips to the bathroom. However, he could see me through his glass office and I would usually see him smiling at me as I sat back at my desk. Then one day we both met at the coffee machine and as I tried to pick up my cup of coffee out of the vending machine I was hit by an orgasm that made me slightly spasm. I looked at him awkwardly as he was standing next to me waiting for his turn, when out of the blue he said:
"You know, I can smell you!"
"What?" I was a little shocked.
"I can smell you. I have a condition called Hyperosmia. My sense of smell is almost as powerful as that of a dog! It's a one-in-a-ten-million-thing! " he replied with a smile.
"Sorry, but why are you telling me this?" I asked in a very polite way.
"Because every time you cum I can smell your juices!" he said, matter of factly.
I was in shock. I came. This time it was a violent orgasm where by my cup fell out of my hand. I stumbled to find a place to rest and he held my arm until the orgasm subsided.
"Better?" he nicely asked.
"Do ... do ... you ... know ..." I mumbled trying to save face.
"PSAS, yes I do know about it. I knew you had it the moment you had your first orgasm a minute into the interview," he replied picking up where I failed!
"And you hired me?" I asked.
"I wanted you then and there. You are the answer to my nightmare. I just hope you play along with me. If you don't, I won't really mind. I won't fire you or anything, but it will make both our lives very easy."
