I cannot believe what is happening to me.
I lick my index finger, now wet and glistening with juices from my arousal. I place the finger between my red lips closing my mouth around it as one would on a nice sturdy cock. I slowly move it in and our between my lips sucking it lovingly, longing for a thick cock moving in and out of my sopping wet cunt.
I lie on my tummy on our magnificent king size bed. The catalog in front of me. I reach down once again into my lace panties to stroke myself, once again dipping my fingers deep into my love hole. I book mark the page I am looking at. The name is Max. I want Max in me right now.
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I am Candy Preston. I never considered myself to be a slut. Although I must say I am quite an attractive woman. At age twenty four, I weigh 105 lbs and stand 5ft 1in tall. By the time I was eighteen I had grown into a 38 C in my bosom. I have a large ass for a girl my size. I graduated in 1981 with a major in accounting and immediately went to work for the Preston corporation.
I dressed very conservatively at school but when I began working for Preston Corporation, I allowed myself more trendy attire. Nothing fancy, just professional looking business suits and skirts that came up above the knees. My clothes fit me well, tight in all the right places and I dressed carefully applying makeup in the right shades to accent my aquamarine eyes and my very dark hair.
That is when guys at the office really started taking notice of me. I even started making the other girls in the office jealous. I began spending a lot of time in front of the mirror, exercising and staying away from junk food. At twenty one, my complexion had blossomed into a glowing olive tone. The skin all over my body thin delicate and flawless
A few months later I was called by HR. They told me there was a vacancy in the President's office and Walter Preston the CEO had requested that the position be offered to me.
I began working very closely with Walter. We worked very hard through lunch and often late into the night when we invariably had dinner together. Walter was 66. But even at his age he was handsome and kept a good physique. He was divorced twice and was going through his third. Of course with multimillion dollar divorce suits, Walter needed the attention of a lovely young girl.
He began picking me up every morning from my apartment in his limo. I would sit very close to him and occasionally he would peck me on the cheek. Weeks passed this way, and Walter got bolder, as his kisses got deeper and more penetrating while his hands would venture high up between my silky legs or under my blouse. The thanksgiving of 1984 Walter asked me to marry him. I couldn't resist the lure of the Preston fortune and the day after Christmas of the same year we were married
I moved into Walter's villa on the outskirts of Atlanta. He owned 40 acres of wooded land on a small lake surrounding the villa which was magnificent complete with a swimming pool, Riding stables, tennis court, an exercise room a sauna, a massage room, and library.
I began to enjoy my surroundings. Walter bought me presents. He always brought me expensive clothing and after the first few months he stared to buy me sexy clothing, and underwear. I soon began to realize that at his age Walter was more of a voyeur and kind of enjoyed seeing me in sexy positions. His sexual function somewhat diminished by his age and his heart condition.
Walter brought home movies. Dirty Movies - We watched them together. I had never had such wild sexual fantasies and was very turned on by them. Walter's staying power was all but gone. Even before the movie was over He had already creamed his pants and would turn over and fall asleep. I was left in a state of tremendous arousal and had got accustomed to releasing myself.
Walter had been interested in seeing me in sexy clothing. Sometimes he would have me wear a very short mini skirt. (No panties of course) and completely topless. My large round breasts on display.. He would have me sit motionless on the couch, a red scarf tied around my neck. My legs carelessly apart. He would like my lips painted crimson. He waned to see me eyes shut head thrown back and red lacquered finger nails penetrating my lips. It was strange, as he never asked me to suck him. In fact I had never sucked a man in my life.
Walter would get very excited on such occasions. Needless to say I would be left to didddle myself to orgasm long after he had gone to bed. I began playing with myself more and more. Sometimes I would lie on my stomach then reach behind me with my fingers and separate my ass cheeks. Pressing my finger against my ass hole felt good. It also gave me very intense orgasms..
Soon Walter began buying me sex toys. I used them frequently, after the disappointing sessions with Walter.
I kept up an exercise routine with my personal trainer and my twice a week massages with Jaques DuPont my personal masseur. Jack, as I called him was French. He was always professional courteous and gentle. His massages were always invigorating and complete without ever crossing the line of decency.
Jack had never seen me naked. For my massages I would wear a loose fitting silk shirt. with nothing underneath. My shorts were also silk once again nothing underneath. They were oversized and baggy too. Jack would massage every part of me through my clothing.
In the beginning I longed for some form of penetration. But Jack would not allow it. In his curious French accent he would firmly admonish me.
Months later, I would discretely take some of my toys and place them alongside his massage oils. Sometimes he would use the toys, reaching under my pants to make the insertion. He was always gentle. Even when I needed it rough having been aroused from watching Walter's Dirty movies.
On our third anniversary, Walter brought up the subject of children. We both wanted to have a couple but it never seemed to be happening. After several visits with specialists and some tests, Walter was found to be sterile.
"There's always the possibility of artificial insemination"
"That's if you and Candy want it," the doctor had suggested.
Walter and I had talked about it on the way home. Walter said that He would be okay with it if I wanted to give it a shot.
I told him that we would have to go to a sperm bank and then select a donor. Then after a complicated and expensive procedure the semen would be planted into me. Walter suggested that I look into it.
In the following days I began researching sperm banks, when a small advert in the local paper caught my eye.
It said
"Safe alternative to artificial insemination"
I was immediately interested, and called to made an appointment with Dr. Allen Murray. I had liked Dr Murray the moment I met him.
He explained that his clinic emphasized in natural insemination rather than artificial insemination. The sperm will be planted by a real donor as opposed to an anonymous one.
The technique would be easier and more effective. The clinic kept a database of highly qualified males who would be able to inseminate me.
The idea appealed to me and I immediately made an appointment for the procedure. Dr Murray gave me a thick color catalog of eligible candidates to choose from.
"Don't wear anything complicated when you come for your procedure" he had said. "This clinic is very informal."
"Something that would permit us easy access would be just fine."
Easy access to what?
I wondered, but did not ask. Of course, I knew the answer.
Dr Allen gave me a form to fill out when I had selected the donor.
"Mail this back to the office a week in advance of your procedure." Dr Murray had said