Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

Polly was married and could have got her sex at home any time, so it didn't seem fair. But we stuck to the draw and agreed to let her have first go.

"How'll I do it?" She seemed frightened now that the actual moment had arrived.

"Take off your clothes and get on the couch," Doreen instructed. "We'll get you all hooked up."

"Gee, I dunno. I'm kinda scared now."

Polly's dark eyes flashed with excitement and her olive-colored skin seemed to vibrate with anticipation. Maybe each one of us would have been hesitant under the circumstances, so we all helped to get her ready. First we took off her clothes and then we laid her on the sofa. She had a lovely body, all smooth and vulnerable, and just to get her in the mood, I nibbled on one of her nipples.

"Ooohhh, that feels good!" she moaned.

"Hey now Martha!" Doreen scolded. "You're invading my territory when you try that! Let's stick to our guns for awhile, okay?"

I didn't want to stop because her nipples were firm and delicious and Polly was willing, but Doreen was right. If we got to fucking around, we'd never find out how that gorbledoo worked.

Polly kept moaning while we got her hooked up and when we pushed that copper tube into her ass, she grunted with joy. But when we tried to force that huge rubber dildo into her cunt, she bellowed with pain.

"Oh, fuck, that hurts! Take it out! It hurts too bad! Take it out! Aaahhggg!"

"You can't do it that way," Doreen scolded, all business-like and professional. "A woman's got to have some lubrication for a thing that big. Here, let me show you."

She got a little jar of Vaseline out of her purse and rubbed it all over the rubber cock, pushed some of the jelly into Polly's cunt, and then knelt down to insert the dildo.

"Oooohhhhh!" Polly hunched up against the pain. "Aaauugghhnnn! That hurts even more! Ooowwwwwww!"

"Now sit up on it," Doreen instructed. "Get on your knees and squat on that rubber cock."

"Oh, I don't think I can, Doreen! It's too big for me! Ooowwwww, it hurts!"

But the pain only made us all the hotter, so we helped Polly lift up, and then pushed her down on the giant rubber cock.

"Owwwww! For gawdsakes, it's killing me! Owwwwwww!"

It looked like Polly was going to abandon ship as she clawed at the thing trying to get it out of her, but we held her on it while Doreen flipped the switch.

"Oh, jesusfuckingchrist!" Polly screamed when she felt those volts sting her nipples and massage her rectum. "Oh, fuckamighty motherfucker bastard!"

I could see that rubber cock doing its job as it vibrated through her juicy cunt, but I could only imagine the ecstasy of having those electrodes attached to my nipples while my bum hole was getting done, too. It was a four-way fuck for Polly and she couldn't take it. Maybe her husband was a good lay and maybe he wasn't, but there was no comparison to what she was feeling now. She fucked that dildo with such ferocity that we had to hold her on the couch, and when she orgasmed, she screamed like somebody was cutting off her tits.

That could have screwed it up for us, only this time it wasn't my fault. All that bellowing and screaming brought the janitors running to see what was wrong, and that salesman from the Bronx was with them. He knew damn well we were up to something good and he wanted in on it.

We ended up fucking the janitors and the salesman and for once in my life I didn't screw up. I had a go at that contraption George built and it knocked me senseless. I always came too hard anyway, but George could make things happen that you wouldn't believe, like that female cunt he manufactured and hooked up to a sump pump. That damn near killed Arnold Wheeler from accounts payable, because Arnold got his cock in it and it sucked him dry, but kept right on sucking.

Only that doesn't tell how our night with the gorbieddo ended. Like I said, I got knocked senseless with pleasure so I wasn't much use to anybody for a long time that evening. One of the janitors put his pecker in me and jizzed real hard, but by that time I was still so far gone I don't even remember which one of them it was. And somebody bit on my titties so hard they were sore for a week. Now ordinarily that would have been the greatest of pleasures, but I was all fucked out. That thing George made was such a miracle I wanted to buy it. Except that one of the girls, or maybe one of the janitors or that salesman, stole the damn thing. We were all so damn wrapped up in fucking and coming that we didn't know what was going on, so one of those dirty bastards stole our precious little gorbledoo. We tried to get George to make us another one later on, only he was so mad at us he wouldn't even talk to us.

"All that work for nothing!" he fumed. "Dammit Martha, every time you get mixed up in one of my projects something goes wrong. Now I'll never get that data I need!"

I don't know why he blamed me, and I was willing to have another go at his contraptions, but he was disgusted with the bunch of us. In a way I couldn't blame him, but then George didn't know very much about women. Maybe he was some kind of genius when it came to understanding computers, but he sure didn't have much on the ball when it came to females.

Still, George always came up with new sex inventions and we heard about some of them from his new friends. I felt bad about it because I wanted to try some of them only George pulled the plug on his interest with us. Like one of his machines, he just turned us off.

So we had to look around for other sensations.

Which weren't hard to find in an office building as big as ours.

By this time that football hero had a fight with Madelaine so she was dating Sammy Brown, and Sammy had a lot of friends in the mail room. Good-looking men, handsome women, and they were normal like the rest of us. They all enjoyed a good gang-bang.

It was hard to get fucked in the office. Oh, sure there were plenty of eager beavers, people who enjoyed sex and were not afraid to admit it, and there were lots of others who sneaked around with their heads on crooked because they pretended sex didn't exist. Still, it was very difficult to get laid in the office. The place was like Grand Central Station with people coming and going at all hours until a girl was lucky if she found a place where she could get stuck. I got it in the stockroom and the lunchroom, and one time I let a guy fuck me in the stairway. I needed it so bad one day that I put the make on one of those young runners who brought documents to the office. Like all young studs, he had a perpetual hard-on, so I just let him fuck me. We got between floors and that healthy bastard fucked me up and down the stairs with such frantic pleasure it left bruises on my back. He felt so good afterward that he'll ran down the stairs, whistling all the way. And then had to ride the elevator back to get his runner pouch.

But mostly there wasn't much opportunity to get screwed at the office. So as a rule we made our plans there and then met elsewhere for the fuck parties.

Still one definite fact remains. If a girl wants to get fucked bad enough she is going to get it, whether it's on top of a desk at high noon or in the broom closet down the hall.

And that's the way it was with those guys in the mail room.

Madelaine came to my desk one say and told me Bruce Cabotie had the hots for me.

"I don't even know him," I admitted.

"Sure you do, Martha. Bruce is that Italian guy with the mustache. The one who's always singing when he's on break."

"I still can't place him."

"Well, anyway, he wants to screw you."

"Send him around!"

"He wants a date with you."

The idea was so old-fashioned, it really appealed to me. Having a third party as a go-between to get a date. I didn't even know what Bruce looked like, but I told Madelaine okay. And I asked her what happened with her football hero.