Richard Long - Anal Secretaries

“This time it was just straight sex. No romance, no kissing, nothing but just a pure, all-out fuck! The leaves were still pretty damp and soggy and Ricky didn’t have a blanket or anything, so we didn’t try to do it lying down.

Instead, he just got me down on all fours and crawled on behind me. It was the ‘first time I’d ever done it dog-fashion, either in my ass or in my cunt, and I sort of liked it. Though it wasn’t nearly as exciting as when I was facing him and could look down and see his big cock going into me. He spat on the head of his prick so it would go in easy and then he just reamed me out! It was just like the first time. I hated myself for enjoying it but the sensations were so incredibly good that I couldn’t have made him stop, no matter what had been going on.

“Well, you can be sure that little Ricky didn’t keep his news to himself.

Within a couple of weeks I believe that everyone in my boarding School and all the ‘guys in the better colleges in that part of the country were aware of how well I liked a prick Everywhere I went, I got these funny looks and propositions from guys that wanted to see what it was like, running their cocks up a girl’s asshole. Several of them were very frank about it. One guy even said that he’d like to try it and see if a girl’s asshole was any different’ from a guy’s! I guess he’d been working the gay side for a while and maybe wanted to change his luck.

“After a reception like that, I was just furious with Ricky for having blabbed about it, but it was too late then. I didn’t date another boy for a month. I just stayed at the school and’ occasionally I’d finger fuck myself, almost always in the ass, but otherwise I tried to live like a nun. There were times when I really hated myself for letting Ricky fuck me in the ass. But then there were other times when I thought I’d have to tie myself in the room to keep from running out and grabbing the first man I saw and making him give it to me that way! ‘ “It’s a good thing I didn’t stay at that boarding school past the spring, when I got my first taste of that kind of sex. I got out and tried a couple of years of college, but it turned out to be a total failure too. I don’t know what the problem was. I just couldn’t seem to settle down and keep my nose in those books. Part of it was the sex, I know that. It seemed that, as I grew older, I wanted it more and more. I mean, I wanted to do it the way I had with Ricky, with the guy going into my ass.

“I was lucky that I didn’t have to stay in college. I was spending Easter vacation at Atlanta, where I was staying with some friends Of Mom and Dad’s, and when I mentioned that I was utterly sick to death of college and books and all that, the man asked me why didn’t I go to work? I hadn’t really given it much thought, except to ‘guess that I wouldn’t be able to get anything very interesting. You know, I hadn’t gotten my degree and all that. But I found out that there are a lot of good jobs around where you don’t need a degree at all.

Like the one I’ve got now, for example.

“This fellow mentioned my name to a few people he knew and this company agreed to take me on as a trainee for personal secretary to the bigwigs. Really, you don’t have to know much about typing or shorthand to do that kind of job. They mostly want somebody with a nice figure and a pleasant voice to answer their telephone, fix them a drink, announce other bigwigs and generally give the office a little tone.

“I didn’t know when I started the, training program that one of my duties would be to handle the boss’s sex drive. Apparently it works out different for different girls. Some of them, I know, pimp for their bosses. You know arrange to get him dates with other girls who’ll give him what he wants, things like that. Jeff, my boss, has never asked me to do anything like that. Hell, he’s smooth enough that he can go out and get all the ass he wants! “I must have worked for him ‘six months before he made his first pass at me. It was right after he’d spent a long afternoon in conference with the absolute top brass of the company. He came back from the conference just beat, and I fixed him a drink. We sat down in his office and began to talk and before I knew it, my heart was going out to him. Maybe it was a misplaced material impulse or something like that but, for a change, I really related to a man. I mean, I saw him as a human being and not just something I could use to make me feel good.

That was a new experience for me and I didn’t quite know what to make of it.

“We ended up going out for dinner. He called his wife and made some kind of excuse. It didn’t have to be very good because they didn’t get along very well.

I don’t even know why he bothered calling. If I’d been his wife, I’d have known for sure that he was getting his ass somewhere else, the way he behaved! Well, as you might expect, we ended up back at my apartment. It wasn’t too long before it was time for bed. We were really pretty hot for each other.

“Once we got into the bedroom and got our clothes off, he just fell over onto the bed, rolling onto his back and laying there. He wasn’t even hard, which sort of put me off a little. “I was used to guys getting it up by themselves, you know. It was a little unusual, getting naked with a guy and then finding his cock still limp.

“You’ll have to get me hard,” he told me. “Do you like to suck?”

“‘I don’t mind it,” I said to him. “In fact I sort of like L I’ve never had a man get hard in my mouth before. Maybe it’ll be something really groovy.’ “To be truthful about it, I’d never felt a man get hard at all. As far as I knew they must had hard cocks all the time, though of course I understood that this wasn’t so. It was just that I’d only seen them in situations where they were getting ready to use their pricks. I stood there for a minute, just looking at him, and then I knelt down on the bed beside him so I could lean over and start kissing his prick.

“Get your legs over me,” he said. “I’d like to eat your pussy while you’re sucking me up.’.

“Jeff’s always had this thing about liking to talk real dirty to me while we’re balling. That startled me at first, because ordinarily he never says anything at all out of line. When we’re messing around and getting ready for sex, though, it’s like he becomes a completely different man.

“‘I haven’t had a bath since this morning,” I reminded him. I felt like coming right out and saying that I’d been pissing through my pussy all day but I figured he could work that out by himself. 4Are you sure you want me like this?”

“‘You’ll be just right,” he said. “I’d rather eat a pussy that’s been mellowing for a while. Come on, Judy, get over me and let me get my tongue in ‘you!”

“That settled it for me. If he wanted me just the way I was, who was I to argue with him? I climbed aboard and settled my snatch right over his face; He spent a little time just admiring my crack, kissing my thighs and opening up the lips with his fingers. All the while, in between kisses, he was telling me what a great looking pussy I had. Nobody had ever complimented me on my box before and I sort of took to the things he was saying about me.

“Funny, but I didn’t even give a thought to whether his prick might be clean or not. I guess I’ll have to be truthful and admit that I was about ‘like him. I’d much rather suck a man twelve hours, or even a day, after he’s bathed. There’s something about the idea of working my tongue down into that little pee-hole, knowing that he’s been using it that really turns me on. Not that I’ve ever been able to detect the taste of piss. It isn’t that kind of turn-on at all.