Eugene Edwards - Overeager secretary

"He was too square for me," she said. "Remember, that night at Doreen's place? Well, afterwards he cried like a baby and wanted me to promise nothing else like that would ever happen again. He even apologized for screwing around the way he did. It made me sick. That square wants things to be the way they used to be. Fuck him! I ain't never gonna be a slave to some fucking stud."

She really got violent when she talked about it so I changed the subject back to Bruce.

"Bring him out and let me meet him," I asked.

"Naw, that ain't the way he works, Martha. He wants to pick you up at your apartment Friday at eight."

"What if I don't like him?"

"Oh, you'll like him okay. He's a handsome bastard and he really can sing. If you like that opera crap."

So I agreed to the blind date and Bruce came for me right on the dot at eight o'clock. I really got the willies when I opened the door and got a look at him. He was about six feet tall, with a swarthy complexion, dark bushy hair, and a twinkle in his eyes that spelled wild sex. I fell for him right off and asked him in.

Who needed a fucking movie when my bed was ready and waiting!

Bruce was nervous in my apartment so I fixed us a drink and turned on some music. I tried to find a record that he would like, something with opera, but all my records were rock or soul music.

"Anything's fine," he smiled when he saw me fumbling around.

His smile was contagious and Bruce gave me a feeling unlike anything I had experienced. Honest to God, I think I was falling in love with this handsome brute, and it was a delicate, beautiful sensation. Except that my emotions got all twisted until I was thinking about kissing, and squeezing, and hugging, instead of having all my thoughts center between my legs.

But for all my thoughts, I still wanted him to fuck me so I let him do it.

He was different from the usual run of men who realized they had a willing partner. Bruce took me into the bedroom instead of attacking me right there on the sofa. We undressed in the dark and slid between the sheets and he began to feel me up.

"Oooh, you've got nice breasts, Martha!" he whispered.

I already knew that, but I didn't know how strange his hands would feel. I know it was all in my head, from the reaction to how I felt about him, still his hands burned with a fire I had never experienced. He massaged my titties with strong fingers, and then he pinched my nipples.

"Mmmmmmm!" I moaned with pleasure.

I was ready for fucking right then, but Bruce was a lover. And that's a lot different than a fucker.

He kissed me and he fondled me, he touched me and he teased me, until I was almost crazy with desire. When he finally put his finger into my cunt I had a juicy orgasm that made me groan with delight.

"Do it to me, Bruce! Oh please fuck me!"

Yet he kept me dangling.

Touch. Squeeze. Massage. Kiss.

I forgot he was somebody special and tried to attack him, but Bruce was a strong guy. He held me off while he put his leg up between my crotch. When I felt that manly flesh rubbing the lips of my cunt, I started to blubber with passion, but then he stuck his tongue in my ear.

I went berserk.

No matter how strong Bruce was, I needed a fuck right now, and I rolled him over in the bed to mount him with sexual ferocity.

"Not yet, Martha!" he forced me back again. "Not just yet, honey!"

I could have killed him.

It just wasn't right for a guy to get a girl this worked up and then leave her dangling. I needed a pecker, and I needed it right now!

And that's when a thought flashed though my mind. We got undressed in the dark and I never did see Bruce's prick. While he got me so damn hot, I forgot all about messing around with him! Maybe he never even had a prick?

One deft thrust of my hand and I discovered he had one all right. A hard, stiff, ready-to-bust cock that felt just the right size.

"Stick it in me," I begged. "For chrissakes, do it to me, Bruce!"

He did.

He got on top of me and kissed me frantically, then he inserted that tool between my legs.

"Yeeoooowww!" I screeched, coming instantly before it was halfway in. "Oooooooooooowwwwwww!"

Bruce had a nice cock, he fucked me long, he fucked me strong, and he made me a woman for a night. Then when it was over he kissed me and hugged me, and said endearing words until I fell asleep.

In the middle of the night I woke from a sexually satisfying dream to find that Bruce was fucking me doggy-fashion, silently, with all the fury at his command. I didn't even move a muscle. I just lay there silently to enjoy a stolen fuck, and when he got me to orgasm again I fell asleep while he clung to me with a frantic effort to catch up on his fucking.

It was nice.

Real nice.

But there was a price to pay.

Next morning while we were having eggs and toast, Bruce started to talk about babies.

"You didn't get me pregnant, Bruce," I assured him while I poured coffee. "You've heard about the pill haven't you?"

"A girl shouldn't take those things," he frowned as he buttered his toast. "It ain't natural. Women were made to have babies."

In the light of morning I saw Bruce for what he really was. A handsome guy, very sweet, but too serious. One of those throwbacks who try to cling out-dated morals.

I wanted to get rid of him.

Not that I didn't like him, because I really did. A girl could easily fall in love with a nice guy like Bruce. Yet that's a price I wasn't ready to pay. All that stuff about families and marriage and bills was too much for me in the early light of day. So I just let him talk while we ate breakfast, and after that I made him give me a little fuck to start the day off right, and then I told him I had things to do today.

"But I wanted you to come and meet my family!" he protested.

That was a scene I could do without. So I told him I already had plans for the day. Except Bruce wasn't that easy to get rid of. I finally convinced him to leave and told him I'd see him at work on Monday.

"Can't I call you tomorrow, Martha?" he asked at the door. "You could go to church with my family and me."

"Some other time, Bruce. I was going out to Coney Island tomorrow."

When he was gone it felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart. Sure it was swell to have a guy all hopped up over you. It was flattering and the warmth of his desire made you feel valuable and needed. Yet it was smothering. Like I couldn't breathe.

So I went back to my friends at the office, the ones who lived in this century of freedom and pleasure.

At first that wasn't easy. Bruce hounded me every day and he carried on in front of my desk until I was embarrassed, so I finally asked Doreen to do something. She carried a lot of weight around the office and she used it quickly. She got Bruce's supervisor to threaten him with his job if he didn't leave me alone. Maybe that was cruel, but I couldn't stand his smothering devotion, and the sooner he left me alone the sooner he would find a girl who believed his sunshine and roses routine.

Yet even a bad experience sometimes brings a measure of pleasure, and that's what happened because of Bruce. As I mentioned he worked in the mail room and there were a lot of other people in that huge place. Gossip is strong in an office building so word got around about me and Bruce. Some of the workers came to take a peek at me, like I was some kind of freak who caused their co-worker all this heartache. And that's how I got invited to the gang-bang.

Of course they didn't call it that, but happy people know what's happening, so I agreed to go along. I tried to get Doreen to come with us only she had a party set for her place in the Village, and Madelaine had a date to go up to one of those Harlem nightclubs, so I asked Jenny to come with me.