This time when he came, she almost felt real. He swore he could feel the softness of her breasts as she slid up his chest to kiss him, her imaginary lips still dripping with his semen. He could even feel the tickle of her long silky red hair on his still erect nipples.
Then she was gone. Only this time when she left, he heard a popping sound and felt a sudden breeze as if the air were rushing to fill the space vacated by her nubile body.
And Landon McHughes found himself alone in bed once again. He slowly examined his right hand, the real source of his pleasure. Despite the fact that he had felt himself come in a flooding torrent, there was remarkably little of the usual sticky slime on his fingers. Or on his belly for that matter. It was almost as if his imaginary companion had actually swallowed his cum.
Nevertheless, Landon, true to his fastidious nature, climbed out of his sheets and staggered into the bathroom to towel himself off. Despite the hour of the night, he felt remarkably light on his feet, so he was inspired to climb on the scale. Sure enough, he had lost two pounds. But as he examined his naked flesh in the mirror, there seemed to be no reduction in the middle-age paunch that encircled his waist. More worrisome, there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he were somehow being drained of energy.
The next night, it was even better. She rode him like a wild bull, her firm, tanned breasts crashing into his chest as she bounced up and down on his rigid shaft, squeezing it with her vagina in a manner he would have thought was impossible. His head was lost in the tent of her red hair, and when they came together they both moaned loudly. She collapsed on his chest. This time he didn't even have to use his hands, he realized in the brief moment before he fell asleep.
The next day he barely had enough energy to make the morning coffee. When he looked into the mirror, the circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened. And his flesh was ghastly pale. Literally like a ghost's, he thought. And when he stepped on the scale, he found that he had lost another three pounds. That made five pounds in two days. He really ought to tell the Ultra Slim-Fast people about his new method of weight control, he thought, grinning at the idea.
When he went back to the bedroom to get his keys, the girl was still lying on the bed. He was even beginning to hallucinate during the day now.
At the end of the day, Sally Kirkfield, newly risen to the position of CEO of Lakeland Foods, called him into her office. Her secretary had already gone home for the night. Landon suppressed an involuntary gulp as he entered her office. He knew what she wanted him for.
"And how is my favorite Vice President for Corporate Affairs doing today?" she asked him, her predatory eyes fixing upon Landon as if relishing a convenient piece of meat. "I read the draft of your report," she said, smoothing the skirt of her gray flannel suit with her right hand, "and it really could use some improvement." She had locked the door and was strolling toward Landon now, her forty-five year old dancer's body still moving with a modicum of grace and speed.
"Unlike these," she added, as she reached down to squeeze Landon's scrotum. "These are just fine."
Landon, who was by this time backed up against the wall, winced in pain. She released his balls, only to insert her hand inside his pants to renew her ministrations on his naked flesh. Her face pressed against his as she squeezed him once again. Her tongue probed his lips.
"Come on, Landon, open up," she told him, "if you want to have a place at Lakeland. Or anywhere else. for that matter. You do care about your career, don't you? Besides, am I so bad?"
Landon reluctantly opened his mouth to receive her probing, thrashing tongue. Despite himself, Landon felt his penis becoming erect against his will. Sally grinned in response. "That's my boy!" she told him as she released his balls and began to concentrate her attentions on his now turgid member.
Landon wondered why he let her continue with her abuse. He should file a sexual harassment suit, he knew, but that would only make him look like a wuss. Besides it was just his word against hers, and his version of events would sound simply unbelievable.
He also wondered why he became aroused each time.
"OK, Landon baby, it's time for supper," Sally said. She sat on the edge of her mahogany desk and raised her skirt. As usual, she wasn't wearing any underwear, and her cunt greeted Landon like a devouring mouth. "Come on, Landon, on your knees," she told him.
Landon obediently walked over and kneeled before the desk. He hesitated, and she grabbed him by the hair and forced his mouth onto her waiting mound. Her cunt tasted salty and had the faint fishy odor of yeast. Landon probed her vagina with his tongue as she pushed on the back of his head, urging him to go deeper. Then she raised his head to her engorged clitoris, and Landon began sucking and lapping that organ as eagerly as a Great Dane at his dinner plate. She pushed his head up and down, back and forth from her cunt to her clitoris, as her pelvis ground and bucked against Landon's mouth.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she screamed, as her body began the throes of orgasm and she released a stream of jism into Landon's waiting mouth. She collapsed against him then, cradling his head against her lap as if it were the baby she never had.
"OK, your turn," she told Landon, as she finally released Landon's head.
Landon stood, having by now learned his role in this twice weekly ritual. She climbed down from the desk and pressed her breasts against his back as she reached around for his belt buckle. She undid the belt and the button on his pants and began to unzip him. She pulled his pants and his underwear down and over his shoes. She came around the front of him, bent down and untied each shoe. Then she took off each shoe and sock and placed them neatly on the chair. She left his tie and shirt on.
She lowered her skirt and stepped out of it. She took off her blouse and bra, her large white breasts flopping free from their encumbrance. She walked around the desk, opened the drawer and pulled out the box. Then she came up behind Landon, raised his shirt and began nibbling his ear, her huge soft breasts pressing against his naked back.
Her hands slid down over his buttocks, her finger tracing his crack, and she reached between his legs to caress his balls. Landon felt the coolness of the K-Y jelly as Sally rubbed it into his crack with her other hand, finally using her middle finger to insert it deeply into his anus.
He heard her reach again into the box for the dildo, as her left hand released its grip on his balls and came around his waist to grab his renewed erection. Her fingers stroked the front of his organ, just beneath the helmet, squeezing a pearl of fluid out of its mouth.
