Jokes about sexual relations going on between boss's and their private secretaries are almost as common as risqu' remarks made about the Farmer's Daughter. Yet the shocking truth is that a wide-variety of sexual variations and perversions are practiced daily inside the sometimes small confines of an office. People who might have been strangers are forced into close and intimate contact with one another for a period of at least eight hours a day. Friendships develop, and sometimes desires which approximate something stronger than friendship.
As Roger Blake notes in LOVE CLUBS, INC. ...
"Office friendships are unique. Those involved are thrown together for eight hours a day, five days a week, attractions develop, interest in each other blooms, yet the situations inherent in the workday world would preclude anything more overt than a teasing wink or a double-meaning term of endearment during the day." (5)
Some office romances involve more than slight remarks which are passed affectionately yet in complete secrecy. Much physical stimulation may go on in private offices which may be easily locked. Many boss's call their private secretaries in for 'talk sessions' which may end up as a sexual free-for-all on their clinical looking black leather couch which has been installed for moments such as these when a busy and tense employer needs relaxation.
Many secretaries just beginning to make their way in the business world are shocked and surprised by the degree of sexual consent which they are expected to show their employers. Many are frightened, afraid to resist, for fear of being dismissed and given bad references. For this and other reasons many secretaries comply with the erotic designs of their boss's.
Attractive young women, many who are married and have families, find that advancement and fringe benefits' depend upon the amount of sexual cooperation they are willing to show their employers. Those who advance the quickest are most often those who are the most promiscuous. Today a good secretary must function as a wife, mother, personal consultant and often her duties include catering to the sexual whims of those who see that she is kept employed at a high salary. Often her advancement depends upon the erotic fringe benefits' she is willing to show her employer.
Office sex is no joke. It goes on every day all over the world. It takes place in large government offices where hundreds and even thousands of persons are employed, and hardly know more than each other's first names. It takes place in small offices where even more intimate relations may flourish behind locked doors. It takes place because many BOSS'S expect such services and would quickly dismiss a girl who was not permissive.
Office sex takes place because many secretaries find it exciting to function as something other than a machine. In a world that is highly competative and highly dependant upon computers, and other mechanical devices for their survival the working wife often takes her job seriously. Though she may not function with the efficiency of a computer she is putting many machines to shame by providing a type of intimacy which even the most intricate computer cannot perform.
Most employers appreciate the personal touch. Though the business world may be cold and impersonal many employers are finding their office hours highly entertaining and their lives considerably enriched by the secretary who is willing to do more to get ahead.
Many secretaries are indeed confident that their services will never be duplicated by a machine. This is especially true when such services consist of rendering sexual assistance.
Karen Galin, Ph.D.
CHAPTER ONE: School For Sex
A young girls first venture into the business world is often frightening at best. Young girls fresh out of high school often find it difficult to find jobs if they do not have former employment experience. It seems that references and the opinion of former employers are quite important and carry a great deal of weight with prospective employers. However it also helps if the new applicant is young and attractive.
In this case history we are dealing with Tammy O'Brien, a young and attractive newly wed, aged nineteen, who finds that a hasty marriage requires her to work to help supplement the high cost of living expenses.
Tammy is a highly attractive young girl. She is blonde, tall, with a shapely figure set off by well-formed breasts and a firm set of thighs which attract attention beneath the short red skirt she wears. Tammy displays her visible assets. Her 36 C bust is emphasized by a tight white cashmere sweater. Her ankles are slim, her calves round and sensually attractive. Tammy has long soft blonde hair which she casually tosses back over her left shoulder when it becomes "unruly. Tammy has soft round blue eyes, a dimple in her chin, and a devil-may-care expression on her full red petulant lips.
When Tammy first consulted me she tried to appear poised and self-confident. Yet her assurance was as thick as gossamer. It was obvious from the way Tammy slumped into the chair across from my desk that she was anxious to get a burden off her shoulders. Tammy paused a moment, searching for a cigarette. She hastily blew a smoke ring into the air.
"I never thought it would be like this...," Tammy blasted, as if trying to force her words out all at once. "I never thought that a secretary was required to do so much for so little pay. I didn't mind it when Bob Miles, my boss at the advertising firm, asked me to wear my skirts a little shorter. I guess I was raised a prude. But that didn't keep me from having boy friends all through high school. I was always taught to dress respectable. I felt uncomfortable at first in that mini-skirt. But then it gave me a kind of confidence. Because when one of the customers or one of the salesmen came in and they glanced at me it was always with approval. My breasts are large considering my age. I didn't mind showing them either when I began getting so much attention!
"Being so young and just married made me vulnerable I guess. I've always been a mixed up kid. My husband, Eddie, works at this garage in downtown San Francisco. He doesn't make a whole lot because his boss is drunk most of the time. Sometimes he has to wait two weeks on a paycheck. I love Eddie very much. We fell in love in tenth grade. My parents were going to send me off to college when we decided to elope. I took my savings and with what
Eddie had we got a marriage license in North Carolina. Eddie knows some friends who live in North Beach. We have a small flat. But the rent is sky high. Eddie's boss is so unstable we soon found it would be necessary for me to work to help supplement our income."
"I see...."
"I thought a marriage like ours would be all cake and icing. But it's not. Bills have to be paid. Eddie won't use contraceptives. When I'm in the mood for SEX there isn't time to run and shoot myself full of foam. So sex between us always means there's a risk of pregnancy. Eddie throws a fit every-time I suggest he use a rubber. I even suggested he have a small surgical operation-a vasectomy-like lots of men are having as a form of birth control. But Eddie says he wants children someday. Frankly, every time we have sex together I FREEZE UP because I'm afraid that if I really relax and give in I may get pregnant!"
"Go on...."
"You may not believe this-but I was a Virgin' on our wedding night. I loved Eddie so much that I wanted it to be perfect between us. Oh, I admit that we messed around some with oral sex. like when he got 'hard' I sucked Eddie now and then. He even sucked me to a climax once in a while. I had no experience at all with coitus before marriage. It hurt on our wedding night. But it wasn't the big 'BLAST' I thought it would be."
"Do you experience an orgasm during coitus?"
"With Eddie-no...!" Tammy blushed. "That's part of my problem. Eddie is in such a hurry when he gets HOT that he doesn't take time to make sure that I'm having fun too. Afterwards, if I'm cold he'll masturbate me or something. But it isn't like I thought it would be. By the time Eddie's inside me it just takes one or two sharp thrusts to make him pop off. I'm not even half-hot by the time he's pooped out!"
"I see. Have you discussed this with your husband?"
"NO...!" Tammy blushed. "Eddie is so sensitive when it comes to sex. One time I asked him if his cock was larger than other boys. He got offended. I mean, Eddie is too sensitive! He always asks me if I liked it afterwards. I always say 'yes' because I don't want to hurt his feelings. But really, the only time I come is in the bathroom when I'm masturbating later. My husband sometimes makes me come when he sucks my nipples while we're laying on the couch and watching tv But I hardly ever have an orgasm during coitus."
"You mentioned some trouble with your boss at work?"
"Yes ... that seems to be my problem. Right from the beginning it was obvious that I was going to have to work to keep our marriage from snagging on the rocks. I didn't mind. But Eddie did. It made him feel that he couldn't support me. Eddie was jealous of my boss even before I found a job. I think Eddie is jealous of everything that touches me in a personal way!
"I got me a newspaper. Jobs are open and available. But most want a girl who has had experience. I took some business courses in high school. My typing isn't the greatest-about 35 words per minute. My filing is fair. I can talk pleasantly over the phone. Aside from that I have few assets to recommend me to any employer. I was scared stiff of entering the business world. But I knew I had to work. I was afraid Eddie would start drinking if he got piled up with too many bills.
"So one morning I took off in my high heels with a pocket full of change ... , " Tammy laughed, tossing her hair in an impatient gesture. "I must have answered a thousand adds. Most of the men in personnel told me right off that the jobs required experience. Then I went into this advertising agency and placed myself on their mercy. I was just about to go to one of those employment agencies that really soak you. I talked with the personnel man. He took me into Bob Miles's office. Bob is an advertising executive. His office is panneled in dark walnut wood that must have cost a mint. His drapes are red satin. He's surrounded by wall to wall carpet and fantastic stereo. His picture window looks down over the bay area. It's a splendid view. Bob is around thirty-five. He's neat and well-groomed. His hair is black. It is kept neatly trimmed. His eyes are a shade of bright blue that most women would call exciting! As I went into his office Bob leaned back in his swivel chair. He surveyed me like a real estate agent appraising property."
"This is Miss-or rather Mrs. O'Brien...." Mr. Denton, the greying personnel manager smiled. "She's very much interested in a job as your personal secretary."
"Do you know shorthand?"
"I have my own system!"
"Are you a good typist?"
"I try to be accurate ... , " I answered.
"If you're long on patience and short on temper the job is yours ... , " Bob smiled, giving me a confident nod of approval. "I can train you on what you don't know. From the awesome expression on your face I'd venture a guess that this is your first assignment."
"Yes ... sir...."
"Good ... that means less bad habits to break you from. You'll have your own office ... which is little more than a glass enclosed cubicle behind my desk. You'll learn a little about advertising. You'll have to be accurate with your filing. And I hope you brew a better pot of coffee than the last secretary I hired. I made it clear with Mr. Denton that I was to have complete choice in who he hired for this position. The last girl made such foul coffee it was 85% coffee grounds. You'll start out at $80 a week."
"Thank you ... sir."
"I gave a girl in personnel all my vital information. I was scheduled for a medical checkup. I was informed I was slightly anemic and put on some blood pills. Aside from that my health was perfect. The next day Bob Miles was charming and so considerate. He showed me where the supplies were. He showed me their files. Bob is really a polished man. A real gentleman. Or at least that's what I thought when I first met him. Bob loves those jelly-filled doughnuts. I spent quite a bit of time buying him doughnuts and cakes. Bob has a passion for eating while he's talking on the phone. It's funny how executives can get away with murder. And the poor secretaries are fired for doing the same thing. We weren't allowed to chew gum. But every sale Bob made was done between slurps and sounds of his chewing and sipping hot coffee. But Bob had the kind of personality that made him good in his field. While Bob chewed and made sales I felt guilty if I as much as lit a cigarette."
"After the first week I got over my nervousness. Bob was never fresh the first week. Oh, he surveyed me with a wide eyed grin and he licked his lower lip whenever I got close to him. But I thought he was licking the sugar from between his teeth. I didn't know that he meant those tongue gestures to mean something else. Now and then when I'd bring him a pot of coffee first thing in the morning he'd pat my buttocks."
"You look good enough to EAT, baby...!" Bob laughed, licking the tip of his sharp red tongue over his upper lip. "You know by now that I hired you because you're cute, don't you?"
"The way Bob winked...." Tammy blushed, "I thought he was kidding. But there was no kidding about the tell-tale gleam in his eye. While I was taking dictation Bob would lean back in his swivel chair. One hand would be on the table fumbling with a pencil. I could see his other arm moving under the desk. But I had no idea what he was doing.
Sometimes Bob's body would go rigid for just a moment. I wondered what he was doing. But I wouldn't dare ask."
"Go on...."
"Bob came into my office a lot. He'd lean over my shoulder and inhale the musky fragrance of my perfume. He'd move his hand down my back. He'd lightly caress my breasts."
"Are you and your husband making ends meet all right, young lady?"
"Yes ... thank you...." I smiled, trying to escape the pressure of his hand. "I am very grateful for the job Mr. Miles."
"Bob to you, baby!"
"Ohooo ... owwww...!" I exclaimed, feeling the intimate way he pinched my breasts. "I'm not so sure you should do that, sir!"
"You said you were grateful...," Bob smiled, bending over to kiss the back of my neck. "I was just trying to determine how grateful you were. I wasn't kidding when I said I hired you because you were pretty. You have a jazzy set of boobies-baby! They really turn me on. I bet your hubby goes nuts sucking on them. Have you ever tried to suck them yourself?"
"I was offended by Bob's crude remarks. He was chewing gum so I couldn't determine if he had been drinking or not. I could see the rising cock beneath his creased trousers. Bob impressed me with being very much of a man! There was the kind of confident assurance about him that told me I would enjoy having sex with him. There was this real kind of vibration between us that I found difficult to ignore. When Bob saw that I was shy he did not pressure me.
"The next morning while I was sitting on the edge of his desk taking dictation Bob ran his hand up the inside of my thigh...," Tammy blushed. "I felt this fury of goose-pimples spring up all over my flesh. Bob pressed his hand down against my panties. He began rubbing gently between my crotch."
"Do I give you any ideas, baby...? , " Bob smiled. "I'd like to, you know! I'd much rather EAT you than those stale donuts. I bet your HOLE would taste a lot better. Don't you think it would?"
"I've got a pot of coffee on ... Mr. Miles...!" I exclaimed, nervously avoiding his touch. "Is that all for now?"
"Yes ... for right now...!" Bob smiled, with a tone of aggravation in his voice.
"Well, I didn't know what to do. Here I was alone in this office with the most handsome executive in the business. Other girls in the office were breaking their necks to flirt with him. I had him right in the palm of my hand. I was terrified of the erotic implications. Where my husband attracted me because of his boyish vigor, Bob attracted me because he was a MAN!"
"I told you that I didn't know what Bob was doing with his hand behind the desk while I was taking dictation.! , " Tammy exclaimed. "Well-I found out. You may not believe this but Bob goes at himself all day long with this battery powered dick machine. No fooling! It's a hollow plastic device shaped like a phallus. It's got a battery underneath. It's large enough for a man to slide his penis into. You turn on the switch and it vibrates. One morning Bob came in late. He threw open the closet door in his office which has a mirror in the inside. He forgot to close it. From where my desk was I could look into his office right in the mirror. The mirror was at a right angle to show me what was going on behind his desk. Bob was holding this phallic shaped plastic prick in his hand, pressing the battery operated device down hard against his cock. He had the switch on. The thing was vibrating like crazy. Bob kept moving it over his penis as he talked on the phone!"
"Were you surprised?"
"I was stunned...!" Tammy blushed. "I never thought a good-looking guy like Bob would be that hard up for sex. But there he was with his bulging fat cock thrust into that hollow receptacle. He kept grinding his hips in a kind of pumping motion. From the smile on his face as he talked on the phone I could tell that he was very close to coming!"
"AHAAAAA...!" Bob sighed, into the receiver. "I think I can satisfy you in that department. Ummm-wait a moment. I just dropped my pencil!"
"Bob moved his hand to pull his shrinking penis from the device. He spilled the contents of his ejaculation into the plastic lined waste basket. I watched him lock the device in the lower drawer of his massive desk. Bob waved as he quoted some prices from a book."
"I'm sure Bob didn't suspect that I knew his secret. I mean, he never noticed the mirror standing open on the back of the door. I'll never forget the sight of that phallic shaped thing moving down over his cock. The smile on his face as he climaxed was radiant!"
"Go on...."
"Curiosity got the best of me. I wanted to know what that dick machine did and how it worked. I always clean Bob's office when he goes out to lunch. He goes right after I come back. I knew about the extra set of keys he keeps in his jacket. So one day when he was out I reached into his pocket. I found the keys to his desk. I shut his office door. I opened the bottom drawer. I reached my hand down to embrace the strange looking object. I held it up for close inspection. I could almost smell the odor of his cock inside. I knew then what Bob did with that small bottle of perfume he kept in his desk drawer."
"Somehow that artificial prick caused me to experience a keen kind of desire. I'd been masturbating a lot lately at work. I wore the kind of girdle that has the hole in the crotch. I never wore any under-panties. It seemed natural for me to bend over and spread my legs. I turned on the vibrating machine. I aimed the head of that firm plastic penis towards my cunt. I pushed it between my eager thighs. I almost came the moment the head of that artificial penis slid inside."
"OHOOOOO...!" I gasped. "UMMMMM...!"
"Go on...."
"I was masturbating using that device...," Tammy admitted, "while I was staring out the picture window towards the bay. Large boats were in the harbor. The sun was shining on the green-golden hills. I was lost in a deep kind of erotic ecstasy when all of a sudden I heard the door open."
"Well...!" Bob grinned, pushing the door closed and locking it. "You've discovered my SECRET! And you just couldn't resist trying it out, could you? Here you've been giving me the run around for over six weeks. And yet you'll let some artificial machine near you. But not me. What's wrong with me, baby? Don't I smell good?"
"Oh ... Bob...!" I apologized. "I'm ... sorry. I. . ... . .I...."
"Don't make excuses, baby...," Bob laughed, taking the object from my hand. "You were just damned curious about my little device. I don't know how you found out about it in the first place. The truth is I've been having some delightful masturbating fantasies while watching you typing in the other room. You've turned me on already more than you'll ever know. A job like this gets boring. It's a lot of tension. I unwind with my 'little friend' here. I can work myself off while I talk on the phone. But I'd much rather go a round with you!"
"No ... Bob ... we shouldn't...!" I gasped. "Nooooo!"
"I moved as he embraced me. Suddenly Bob had me wedged against the window. His arms went about my waist. He bent my head back for a kiss. His tongue soared into my mouth. Bob nudged his HARD PRICK right against my skirt. I could feel the bold outline of his penis moving closer. God-I wanted him right at that moment. I wanted him more than anything else in the world. It was as if I was being transformed from a girl into a woman right at that very moment. I returned Bob's kiss with my whole heart and soul."
"Go on...."
"Bob pulled down my girdle. It was a struggle. Finally I had to help him. But we were in the office alone. Everyone else was gone for the afternoon. The door was locked. Bob closed the Venetian blinds. He maneuvered me on top of his desk. He put his top coat down for me to lay on. Suddenly I found myself laying prone on the top of his huge desk. I felt him pulling my legs around his hips as he moved in closer. He had already unzipped his fly. He was holding out this purple-pink phallus as he moved in closer eying my hairy love-nest with a raw kind of passion."
"I've waited a long time for this moment, baby...!" Bob muttered. "And I'm going to make DAMN sure I please you!"
"Bob drove his naked flesh into my cunt. He never thought about using a rubber. For some reason all men detest rubbers. It's like taking a bath with your shoes on, my husband says. Bob's penis was much more business-like. Bob was a much more sensual man. Somehow I found him deeply appealing to me. Bob moved in fast and hard! He drove his cock into me with an almost insane kind of wrath!"
"Gawd-baby...! You're TIGHT...!" Bob grinned, thrusting harder. He moved in circular motions.
"OHOOOOOO ... ummmmmm!, " I moaned. "OHOOOOOO...!"
"Sweet ... sugar ... lips...!" Bob laughed. "I knew I'd rub against your hips sooner or later. Your coffee is just fair. But your CUNT is tops!"
"Ummmmmmm ... ! "
"Bob was taking his sweet time...!" Tammy blushed. "But he was making sure that he was pleasing me too. His every stroke was intended to please me and arouse me to a fevered pitch of passion. I braced my hands against his broad shoulders. Bob's forehead was sweating. His starched white shirt was wet with perspiration. I cannot recall a moment of being more aroused. Bob's penis was rubbing right against my clitoris. I mean the base of his shaft was making intimate contact with my sex button. It was wonderful how he was throbbing deep inside of me. It felt like it was moving deeper and deeper into me. Bob kept manipulating his hips, rubbing them around and around in crude circular motions. He drove me to a sudden pitch of ecstasy. I was laying gasping for breath on his desk. My breasts were rising and falling with a sudden impatience. My hands worked Bob's neck with feverish desire. All of a sudden Bob plowed deep into me. He battered me with his relentless penis until both of us cried out for release. Our bodies became rigid at the same moment. I felt the liquid explosion of his sperm pouring inside of me."
"I thought for a moment Bob would be finished with me the moment he pulled his dwindling penis out. But he wasn't. Bob urged me to lay on his desk. He pulled my cunt even with the edge of his desk. All of a sudden he kneeled down on the thickly carpeted floor. His head was even with my sex. His eyes rivited with bold desire on my nodular clitoris. Bob smiled at me."
"I told you, baby, I'd like to EAT it...!" Bob teased. "And I'm going to! I'm going to EAT you all the way back to your ass-hole!"
"Bob began running his tongue all over my sexual parts. He licked his tongue up and down my slit. I guess it was slopping wet where he had ejaculated. Bob didn't seem to mind. He flicked his tongue back and forth over my panting clitoris. He sucked it between his teeth. I cried out as he nipped my clitty in a painful gesture."
"OHOOOO...! . "
"Do you like it?"
"No-it hurts...!" I screamed. "All of a sudden Bob licked his tongue back and forth over my clitoris. He was bathing it with his tongue and the saliva from his mouth. He had it standing out and throbbing like a miniature penis. Bob licked me there until I pulled his hair with my hands. All of a sudden my body went rigid. I screamed."
"OHOOOOOO...!" I cried. "NOOOOOO...!"
"Yes ... baby. YES...!"
"ohooooooooo. ... r
"I collapsed on his desk after my orgasm erupted...!" Tammy admitted. "Bob began licking his tongue back and forth towards my ass-hole. It really turned me on when he ran his tongue into my tight sphincter. He probed inside with his tongue. He made me turn over with my feet on the floor as he tongued my ass. Bob became passionate as he drove his tongue into my tight sphincter."
"NOOOOO...!" I cried.
"I don't mind SUCKING YOUR ASS ... baby...!" Bob gasped. "If it pleases you!"
"Oh ... gawd! You're killing me with PLEASURE...!" I shrieked. "I can't take much more, Bob. Besides someone is liable to come in and catch us like this."
"Bob pulled one of the nylons off my legs. He began tying these little knots, about nine of them, in the nylons. All of a sudden he began stuffing the nylon, knots and all, into my ass-hole. It was the strangest sensation I've ever felt in my life. Bob was breathing hard as he worked all of the nylon into my ass-hole."
"This is an old trick I learned in the war...!" Bob grinned. "You'll blow your COOL when I pull the knots out.! "
"I thought Bob was kidding...," Tammy blushed. "But he wasn't. He kept stuffing that nylon deep inside of me. But then he began rubbing his stiff penis against my ass. He jabbed it between my buttocks. He began pumping against me without really hitting my sphincter. I was thankful that he didn't try to impale my ass-hole. Because I couldn't stand a man who would do that to a woman. It makes me think of two homosexuals making love. Bob kept rubbing his COCK on my buttocks. Then, when his own body went rigid, and I felt his come pouring down the backs of my thighs, I felt him jerking that knotted nylon out of my ASS!"
"OHOOOOO...!" I screamed.
"Nine knots tore out of my ASS...! Nine intense moments of raw pleasure...," Tammy groaned. "I screamed. I came all over the place. Bob was busy wiping his dripping penis on his hankie as he zipped it back inside his pants."
"Bob was kissing me all over. My hips, breasts, navel and my vagina. He couldn't keep his mouth or his hands off me. If I had found the love of my boyish husband thrilling I found the sexual antics of this mature executive even more pleasing!"
"OHOOOOO...!" I groaned. "I didn't want to be unfaithful!"
"Shut your mouth. Be quiet...!" Bob muttered. "Start acting like a woman instead of a child. You need a man! Not a boy. I doubt that half-hung husband of yours satisfies you. It takes years of experience to learn how to please a woman. If you see to it that I have something to play with besides that stupid sex toy I'll see to it that you get a promotion and more money. You'll have to do a little dick-taking, ha ... baby ... but you've just promoted yourself into a position where you can be my little sex-retary. With a body like yours, honey, who needs references?"
"Go on...."
"That's how it all began...!" Tammy complained. "Naturally I fell head over heels in love with Bob. I've become his mistress. We have sex in the office regularly. After work in a motel if we can arrange it. The company keeps a motel room reserved for their visitors. Bob and I use it frequently. I've even sucked Bob off while driving down the freeway. There's nothing I wouldn't do to please that man. He's the only guy who's made me have an orgasm each and every time we touch each other. My husband seems so ineffectual and boyish with his inept love-making techniques. Now that I've jumped into a hasty wedding I realize that I need a MAN and not a boy to satisfy me. I love Eddie. But not the way I love Bob. "Continue...."
"Well, there are other complications. Bob has three beautiful children. The oldest is seven. Divorce is out of the question for him, although I might agree to it. We can't seen to find anyway to make our relationship legal. A divorce would probably make Bob loose his job. Yet we can't seem to stay away from each other. Bob says he loves my young vigorous body. He says I look like his wife when she was ten years younger. I've seen her recent pictures. There is a resemblance. Except his wife is twenty pounds heavier."
"Go on...."
"I've got another problem...," Tammy confessed. "I'm two months pregnant! The big problem is that I don't know who the father of my child is. It's just as-likely to be Bob's as Eddie's. For a simple naive girl who's never worked before I've managed to grow up awfully fast. I've learned a great deal about sex that I never knew existed. What am I going to do about this baby? What will my husband think if it doesn't look like him? I've got to quit work in another month. Company rules. How am I going to live without Bob? Already I'm envious of the girl he'll hire to replace me. I know he'll try to make her. I know what a fantastic sexual partner she'll be getting. I didn't want to have children this quick. Just look at the mess I'm in. I'm already in a fix in more ways than one. Can you help me?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Tammy's problem is not unique. Many young secretaries are seduced by older experienced executives who have had a variety of experiences with different office personnel. In many cases sexual encounters become a form of inter-office recreation.
Being young and naive Tammy finds herself easily lured into a sexual relationship by an older, more experienced, man. The surprising thing is that Tammy finds more pleasure with her boss than with her husband, who is perhaps too young and eager to consider any desires but his own.
In this case history we find that many executives find different methods of providing release for the tension they accumulate during the hectic course of a business day. Erotic devices play a significant part in the lives of both boss's and secretaries.
In this case Bob relies on a device known as an "Orgo Aid" which is a hollow semi-rigid plastic device into which a man can slip his penis. The Orgo Aid may be used by both sexes. It is battery operated. It is capable of providing a deep and satisfying orgasm for both men and women.
In THE STIMULATORS Roger Blake observes...,"The vibrating unit of the Orgo Aid is attached to the base of the hollow dildo device so that the man may slip his erect penis inside while the battery-containing vibrator occupies the area between his testicles and the bottom end of his organ." (3)
Such masturbating devices can easily be used by a man alone at his desk. And there is no doubt that they provide a relaxing form of tension release through a means that is both highly erotic and satisfying.
Being aroused by the sight of her boss's masturbating device and by the promise of a 'raise' if she cooperated Tammy consents to a relationship that consists of oral sex, copulatory techniques and anal erotic stimulation. Tammy also finds that she is pregnant, although she is not certain whether the father of her offspring will be her husband or her lover.
Tammy is distressed. She finds Bob less passionate once he discovers she is pregnant. She finds the personnel man anxious to relieve her of her duties. Alone now, she finds herself lost in a psychological jungle that has become a whirlpool of her own anxieties and fears.
For a young girl with little practical on-the-job training Tammy finds she is suddenly qualified as both a secretary and as a part-time mistress to any boss who is eager to take advantage of her youthful innocence. Many other girls have found their first jobs to be little more than an education in the raw facts of life.
As Lawrence Lipton observes in THE EROTIC REVOLUTION ... .
"As a form of on-the-job training the school for sex with it's one-to-one teacher-student relationship and the office for a campus is perhaps the most successful educational institution in the country. Not only is it tuition-free but, like the Moscow University and some other progressive trade schools in the U.S., it operates on an earn-as-you-learn plan. The student body is nearly always young and shapely, with a passion for knowledge and experience." (15)
Tammy will be under analysis until after her child is born. Because of many existing problems within the marriage she may be under analysis for some time afterwards.
CHAPTER TWO: Professional Sex
Secretaries in every profession are vulnerable to involvement with their employers especially when they work in small offices where contact is more intimate and personal. Not all situations involving an office romance come about by deliberate intent. Many are quite unpredicted and begin as a form of 'spontaneous combustion' rather than as a specifically planned form of marital infidelity.
Many wives who are happily married become sexually involved with their employers. It is estimated that there are fifteen million or more unfaithful wives who carry on extra-marital affairs with men other than their own husbands.
In THE PROMISCUOUS WIFE, author Roger Blake notes that the estimate of 15 million unfaithful wives is conservative ...
"This figure has been realistically arrived at by updating the 1953 Kinsey report on SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE HUMAN FEMALE and applying the resulting percentages to the very latest marital statistics officially reported by the U.S. Census Bureau." (I)
"In 1953, the Kinsey surveys indicated that at least 26% of all married" women engaged in extramarital coitus at least once during their marriage. With the veritable revolution in sex mores and the sexual emancipation of the American woman since that time, it has been reliably estimated by competent authorities that this rate has increased to about one-third or 33% since then." (1)
The unfaithful wife is not uncommon. She may have no desire to divorce her own husband. Yet she may be slightly oversexed and unsatisfied with her sex life at home. She may actually instigate the office romance. Or she may be lured into by an artful employer who is more than anxious to know his secretary on more intimate terms.
In this case history Linda Fairchild is consulting me because of an office romance which developed between herself and the doctor for whom she worked. Linda is twenty-seven. She has been married five years to a man who spends much of his time traveling.
Linda is a hard-working woman of above average intelligence. She has a high I.Q. and a college degree. Linda spent much of her youth working to put herself through college. Linda is bright and vivacious. Her hair is a deep auburn color. It hangs freely over her well-formed shoulders caressing the tops of her lavish 36 C breasts. Linda has a round face, wide blue eyes, a plump yet attractive nose and a determined chin. Linda wears her dresses short. Her blouses are always tight enough to emphasize the curvaceous contour of her breasts without giving the impression she is an exhibitionist. Her buttocks are round and firm, her thighs tapering and sensual. When Linda consulted me she was deeply distressed.
"A woman of my education ought to know better ... , " Linda began, nervously fingering the bold wedding ring on her left hand. "I mean you'd figure this kind of thing happening between a young secretary fresh out of high school. But not to a woman with a college degree and a man who has a profession and three children to provide for. It just isn't the kind of thing you consider nice to talk about. Yet it happened. And it's very much a part of my life."
"Continue...."
"I can see a few valid reasons why this occurred. I am not completely satisfied with my marriage. But I'm not on the verge of considering a divorce either. I have no children. My husband is impotent. That's no big problem because I've never really wanted children. Lately I've been bored by Jerry's inept love-making techniques. When I took a job as a medical secretary I just wanted to get away from the house. I had no ideas about romantic involvements with my boss. In fact when I first went to work for Dr. Archie Campbell I didn't even like him. He was much too abrupt and cold to suit me. But the pay was good and the benefits ample. Working in a gynecologists office sounded boring. But then it was close to home and it would give me something to do during the day."
"Dr. Campbell operated in a small four room cinderblock building. It has a basement where he stores supplies and other equipment. I have my own glass-enclosed office. There is a lab and two examination rooms. A few storage closets and a ample bath. That's it. The nurse who assists Dr. Campbell is an older woman who is short on words, but very nosey. Her name is Belinda Melcher. She must be in her mid-forties. Someone told me her husband was in prison for raping a woman. I've never inquired into the validity of that remark. Belinda seems to have a grudge against the world. That could be the reason why."
"Dr. Campbell is always grouchy in the morning. I have his office ready when he comes in. Belinda is always late. She's late for everything. Even coming back from lunch. Archie always grumbles about her.
But he's not about to fire her. Probably because he's afraid Belinda knows too much about him. Belinda probably feels safe in taking a few liberties with her job. Anyway, now and then when it takes Belinda longer to get her permanent than she figured I sometimes have to sub as Dr. Campbell's nurse. You see the state law requires that all gynecologists be assisted and have a nurse present when they do their examination. I guess it keeps the patients from making advances to the doctor or some such nonsense. Anyway it's a law. Arthie follows it strictly. So when Belinda's not around I have to slip into a nurse's uniform and sub as his assistant."
"Go on...."
"I didn't mind at first ... , " Linda laughed. "It gave me a thrill! Sometimes I'd want to laugh about the way the patients would pull the big white sheet over their flabby flesh. They'd act modest. But you could tell they couldn't wait until the doctors got their hands on them. One woman with a set of 44's kept after Dr. Campbell to feel her breasts to make sure she didn't have any lumps. After what seemed to be becoming an indefinite examination Dr. Campbell informed her she was free from any cysts or tumors."
"If that woman wants a massage...!" Dr. Campbell hissed between his teeth as he went into his office, "I wish she'd call one of those door to door masseuse's. Tits that big do nothing for me. They'd have much better shape if she'd keep them in a bra!"
"Dr. Campbell was always making cutting remarks about his patients. He really got angry when a woman came down who had not properly washed herself. Some women really stink. like they never douche after intercourse. I noticed the scent myself sometimes when I helped out. Dr. Campbell never complained though about his pretty patients. He wore this long white jacket that came down below his waist. But as he talked to his more attractive patients, displaying his best bedside manner, I noticed the rising bulge of his cock beneath the thin material of his trousers."
"I've got to admit I was having a part-time affair with this man whom I dated before he went overseas. Kent Bradley was a handsome boy that I've known and found attractive since childhood. We met casually on the street one day. It had led to an indiscreet romance. Because I've never had to worry about pregnancy with my husband I didn't worry about Kent either. That was my first big mistake. The second was in considering Dr. Campbell as a way out when I thought I was pregnant."
"You see, I've overheard Dr. Campbell and one of his more intimate patients talking about an abortion. I happened to be listening on the intercom when a price of $600 was mentioned. After some discussion I heard him agree to $450. From what I could gather it was to be done downstairs and in complete secrecy."
"Right at that moment I decided to forget what I heard...," Linda murmured. "I was much too involved with Kent to care what Dr. Campbell did. I talked to Kent on the phone all day. He was on unemployment and out looking for work. He phoned me maybe five or six times a day. After about two months with Kent I missed my period. I was really worried. When I told Kent I thought I might be P.G. he panicked. I knew then that he wouldn't stand by me if I was in a fix."
"It was about that time that I made plans to seduce Dr. Campbell. He was attractive enough. About five foot nine, broad shoulders, black hair turning gray at the temples. He had a thick nose and red sensual lips. His hands were square and covered with a lot of hair. He looked virile. I thought maybe if I lured him into a relationship he might be able to help me out if it turned out I had a real problem. Belinda was spending more and more time away from the office. I was assisting Dr. Campbell more and more frequently."
"You're quite an improvement over my other assistant...," Dr. Campbell laughed, rubbing his hard phallus against the empty examination table. "Another ten years in this business and I'll be bald."
"Doesn't it bother you...? , " I inquired. "Working around these nude women? I mean, aren't you ever tempted to loose control?"
"Dr. Campbell eyed me strangely. He noticed my gaze resting on his prick which was rubbing against the examination table. He smiled, handsomely."
"Obviously I am a man, Mrs. Fairchild...," Dr. Campbell laughed. "But it's just as obvious that affairs with one's patients can be a risky business. I hope you've never had occasion to consider me lax in my morals."
"Of course not-sir!"
"I decided the direct approach was not the best method of attack. I would have to entice him and lure him into a romance. I took care to emphasize my breasts when I put on a sweater. I made doubly sure I bent over and displayed my panties whenever I was around Archie. I was actually beginning to like the man once I realized that he was an operator of the highest sort: Every now and then I got wind that another abortion was taking place."
"I missed my monthly the second time.. , " Linda blushed. "I was very, nervous and irritable. I tried to find Kent to tell him I was sure I was pregnant. But the woman at the boarding house where he was staying said he'd left town and left no forwarding address."
"I was not having much luck seducing Dr. Campbell. He patted my buttocks. Now and then he smiled. I looked willing. I tried to appear eager. But he never went any farther than giving me an affectionate love pat. I came out and asked him if he would give me a pregnancy test. I asked him if he could keep it off the record."
"I thought Mrs. Melcher said your husband was impotent...." Dr. Campbell replied, absentmindedly.
"Archie caught the distraught expression on my face. He smiled. Suddenly his manner was more warm and sincere."
"I've noticed you acting strangely lately...," Archie smiled, pushing me down in a chair across from his desk. "Is this what's been bothering you?"
"Obviously I have a problem...," I whispered, glancing down at my open-toed shoes. "It's equally obvious my husband is not responsible."
"Dear me ... ! You poor girl!"
"Suddenly Dr. Campbell was consoling me. His arm went about my shoulder in a brazen gesture. He made no effort to hide the bulging erection in his pants."
"Frankly...," Dr. Campbell smiled, "I've always found you highly attractive myself. But I don't like to fool around with married women. Too risky for a professional man. However, under the circumstances, it seems we may need each other."
"Oh ... Dr. Campbell...," I gasped. "If only you could help me!"
"I moved my hand to his zipper. I pulled gently. I felt his cock pressing for release. My hand groped inside for the hard penis that I knew I would find. I held it inspecting the broad head with a kind of sensual delight."
"Would you care to caress it with your pretty red lips...?" Archie inquired.
"Suddenly he was standing in front of my chair. My eyes were level with his belt buckle. His cock was moving closer. I had no choice but to suck it. It looked huge, fat and tempting! My tongue caressed the tip. I moved my tongue deep into the piss-hole. I sucked hard. I felt the preliminary secretions from his Cowpers Gland. I savored the taste of his swollen sex. I moved my hands to embrace his testicles. I felt those hard little nuts hanging down like bold window weights. Dr. Campbell dropped his trousers. He removed his jock shorts."
"I'd be most delighted if you'd suck my NUTS...!" Archie laughed. "I love a woman to suck the whole testicle into her mouth and just chew on it a little! If you work with me I'll assure you I'll find some way to help you with your problem."
"Sucking his testicles seemed to be such a small price to pay in return for an end to my troubles. I got down on my knees in the floor. I actually felt excited by my new and most welcome position. It must be quite obvious to you that I'm a very sensual woman or I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"
"Go on...."
"I loved those tiny testicles one by one in my mouth...!" Linda admitted. "I cradled them. I caressed them. I chewed on them lightly until Archie cried out with delight!"
"You have many talents besides being a damn good secretary...," Archie groaned, spreading his legs wider so I could move between the pyramid of his thighs. "If you keep up the good work I may even see to it that you rid yourself of your problem at no expense!"
"His promise fired me with a new lust. My mouth, lips and tongue worked his delicate globes. I thought abut chomping down on them and really biting them sharply. The thought was mentally pleasing but much too grotesque to really consider. I sucked his testicles until his cock began arching upward towards his abdomen."
"I've got a more pressing problem for you to solve, Mrs. Fairchild. Or should I call you Linda?"
"I embraced his bulging PRICK with my mouth as he guided his rising cock towards me. My tongue moved over the thick blue veins that covered his shaft. I felt Dr. Campbell gently pumping his cock into my mouth."
"SUCK IT ALL...!" Dr. Campbell hissed. "Suck every damn inch of it into your mouth! Fuck me with your mouth!"
"Dr. Campbell had his hands clasped behind my head. He was socking his penis down my throat. Literally impaling my tonsils with his huge battering ram. His zipper rubbed against my cheeks. It felt good. I love the hot musky smell of a man's sex. I love tasting his juice between my teeth. I don't mind pleasing a man with my mouth and tongue if I care for him. Right then I needed Dr. Campbell more than anything in my whole life."
"Go on...."
"His cock was actually throbbing. My lips were moving up and down his shaft. My tongue was working up and down the veined underside. My teeth were nipping and lightly caressing. Archie had his prick wedged between my lips. His cock was smooth and sensual like velvet moving in my mouth."
"OHOOOOO ... baby...!" Archie groaned, pumping his white jacket towards my face. "You've had experience before! UMMMMMM ... why didn't I notice you before now?"
"I could tell that Archie was about to release the burning fire in his balls. I can always tell when a man is about to unload. Especially when I have his sensitive cock in my MOUTH! I could tell from the tempo and rhythm of his thrusts. I could tell by the sudden way his body went rigid. I relaxed to accept the sudden flow of his sex cream. I savored it pouring down my throat."
"Afterwards Archie undressed me with nervous fingers. He pushed me face forward down on his examination table. He had me lay centered on the table with my buttocks high in the air. After a moment I felt this cold gooey cream on the end of his finger being thrust into my ASS! I quivered and tried to ex cape him. His finger proved unrelenting."
"Hold still...! I'm merely checking something out ... Archie laughed. "You'd think I was going to RAPE you the way you're moving about like this!"
"That finger slid in and out of my rectum. The goo warmed up and the finger began moving in and out faster and faster. I relaxed. I allowed my anal sphincter to dilate. It felt good what the doctor was doing to me. No one had ever caressed or penetrated my ass in such a intimate manner before. It felt sensual. I felt my sphincter opening and closing with spasm's of delight. Somehow the way he was moving his finger fired me with a new kind of lust."
"MMMM-you like it, baby...," Archie laughed. "I can tell! Wait until I slip something bigger in there!"
"All of a sudden I felt Archie jamming his hard prick against my buttocks. I became nervous. I drew my cheeks together tightly. I tried to wedge Archie out. I was afraid of his tool. He became insistent and demanding.' He pushed his swollen cock against my tightly drawn ass-hole. I screamed as he tried to enter me."
"You're a lot tighter than I thought, baby...," Archie murmured. "But maybe we can cure that too!"
"I watched fearfully as Archie went over to the desk lamp on his table. He turned off the light. All of a sudden he began to unscrew the narrow cylindrical shaped bulb. It was about six inches long and smaller than a man's prick! Archie took some of this white looking jelly out of a jar in the cabinet. He rubbed the bulb down with jelly. He stuck a big swab of it on the end of his finger. He stuck that finger into my ass-hole. He rammed the goo deep inside of me."
"I'm going to penetrate your tight sphincter with this HOT tubular type bulb, sugar...!" Archie laughed, with clinical detachment. "I'm going to slide it deep into your ASS! Because it is warm it will help spread your sphincter and get you accustomed to ass-hole sex. I neglected to tell you that I am an absolute nut about anal sodomy! Unfortunately my wife does not share this same fondness. Which is why I occasionally form extra-marital attachments. If you want the abortion at no charge you'll be wise to cooperate and do your best to see that that tight sphincter dilates!"
"I couldn't fight...!" Linda groaned. "I felt him pressing that HOT bulb against my sphincter. I felt it nudging, begging for admittance. I forced myself to relax. I thought about the scandal if my husband found out I was pregnant. I thought that a little pain now would be better than a divorce. I felt the hot bulb moving inside of me. I did not protest. I was much too frightened that the bulb might break and shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. I spread my buttocks wide as it moved deeper inside. Archie began moving it in and out in a deeply intimate manner that brought me pleasure."
"OHOOOOO ... ohooooo!, " I sighed. "NOOOO ... ummmmmmm!"
"Kinda like it, don't you...? , " Archie questioned. "It takes a little while. But if a girl really cooperates she can get used to it! I mean I've known lots of married women who like anal sex better than coitus. In my profession I hear a lot about women's personal problems. And believe me more than a few wives have confided to me that they wish their mates would take a more active interest in anal sex. Quite a few of them indulge in anal masturbation with dildoes and other devices. Many want to know how they can interest their husbands in non-coital variations. Many women confess to me, my darling, that they've been playing with their ass-holes since they were babies. And they want to know if their practices are abnormal!"
"Are they ... O," I gasped, feeling that bulb penetrate deeper. "Is this kind of sex deviate?"
"Of course not, my dear...!" Archie laughed, with abundant enthusiasm. "Not unless one becomes obsessed with this manner of sex, of course. As an occasional variation it's quite normal. Even desirable. A well-adjusted husband and wife will feel free to experiment broadly with one another. Only in a very cramped and uncomfortable marriage will you find a refusal to indulge in broader variations. No, my dear, I assure you and my patients that a certain degree of anal responsiveness is quite natural. There is no call for worry. No reason to concern oneself just because of varying degrees of anal eroticism. I find it preferable to coitus. But then my wife abhors the thoughts of anal penetration. She's narrow-minded about lots of things. She often claims that I'm medically perverse. Maybe my ethics aren't the best, Mrs. Fairchild, but I assure you I enjoy myself as much as the next man. And I assure you I'll teach you new and better techniques for enjoying your body. There is nothing abnormal, about anal sex, my dear. It just takes a while to stimulate one's partner. A woman may reach an orgasm just as easily by participating in anal sex. I had one woman who told me she only 'came' when her husband forced her to indulge in sodomy. Claims she loathed it! But apparently she responded ... despite her mental objections. Because the only time she came was when he fucked her ASS!"
"I could feel my own responses being stimulated...," Linda blushed. "That hot bulb moving deep inside of me was bringing me pleasure. Though no one had ever touched my ass before it was an area of deep erotic significance. It did not matter that the man molesting me with a light bulb was my employer. All that mattered was that hot sensual object moving deep within my bowels. All that mattered was the violent satisfaction it promised!"
"OHOOOOO...." I groaned. "It feels so good! It feels soooo damned good!"
"Want me to FUCK YOUR ASS ... baby?, " Dr. Campbell inquired, twisting the long bulb in sensual thrusts. "Want me to slip my hard cock into your rectum and fuck you crazy?"
"Oh ... yes...!" I groaned. "OH-yes!"
"Archie pulled that hot bulb out of my ass. He smeared some good all over the end of his hard penis.
My anus was already greased and spread wide enough not to object when he thrust his hard tool against my backsides. I forced myself to relax. I gripped the side of the table for the pain I knew was coming!"
"OHOOO ... I," I screamed, as I felt that hard cock penetrate my sphincter. "NOOOOO...!"
"I felt that huge thing slide inside my tight round hole. I didn't try to force it out. I pulled at the sides of the examination table as Archie drove his turgid penis deeper and deeper. My ass-hole kept spreading wider and wider. His cock seemed to grow larger the more he shoved it into me. I felt as if he were penetrating me to the hilt. It was a strange, painful, yet somehow wonderful sensation, Because my anus was much tighter than my vagina I was much more aware of him inside of me. I could feel the tiny pulsations of his throbbing penis. I could feel his cock swelling and becoming more distended!"
"I love it like this-BABY...!" Archie smiled. "I've thought for a long time that you were a pretty woman. I like it that you've caught on to the fact that I do an occasional abortion. I like to help women with problems as long as they cooperate and try to help me with mine. You can't imagine how wonderful it is to be buried inside of you like this. It's thrilling beyond description. You're so tight and warm. Am I bringing you pleasure?"
"Uh ... huh...!" I gasped. "It feels GOOOOOOD!"
"Do you like to be ass-fucked?"
"Y ... e ... e . . s...!" I groaned. "Can you make me have an ORGASM?"
"All or a sudden I felt Archie's hands working my breasts. I was naked and eager to be pleased in any manner that he might show me. I felt his fingers massaging my breasts. I felt his whole hand squeezing them until the tits stooa out like baby birds waiting to be fed. Then Archie's fingers moved slowly down towards my cunt. I felt him massaging my hips, then stroking his fingers towards my soft love nest."
"I'll move slower and masturbate your CUNT a little ... , " Archie smiled. "You'd be surprised what a little trained finger-fucking can do to your clitoris. The nerves in your vagina and anus share many muscles in common. Stimulation of one area stimulates the other. I'll have you panting for release in a few moments."
"I thought Dr. Campbell was kidding...," Linda blushed. "But he wasn't. My husband sometimes masturbated me but he didn't even know where my sensitive clitoris was. Archie knew where to find it. He also knew how to manipulate it to bring me the quickest and sharpest responses. All of a sudden my clitty popped out like a miniature cock begging for attention. I could feel it all red and swollen with blood. It throbbed against the pressure of Dr. Campbell's caress. I felt his fingers slide into my vagina. I felt it moving around all wet with the secretions from my glands!"
"You juice up nicely...," Archie laughed. "But I still prefer the tightness of your ASS! I'm glad to say that quite a few women share these same feelings."
"OHOOOOOO...!" I gasped. "OHOOOOO...!"
"Yes ... baby ... yes...!" Archie smiled. "I promise you a thrilling response. Often, at first you have to masturbate your clitoris and stimulate the vaginal areas. But once you get used to my COCK working in and out of your ass you'll agree it is even more wonderful than coitus! You can feel your own responses so much more. You can enjoy the tight contact of our bodies in an intimacy that few men know how to make a woman really enjoy. You have to take a woman slowly at first. But once she gets used to it she'll practically pull out your penis and slide her ass down on it whenever she gets the chance. My wife is the only woman who thinks it's obscene! The women who come to me for abortions are so eager to get rid of their problem that they couldn't care less what hole I go up! Hold on, baby, I think your time is near!"
"OHOOOOOOO! YESSSSSSS...! FUCK MY ASS...! HARD . . .I"
"All of a sudden Archie was assaulting me with his penis. He was impaling me with such wild thrusts that his testicles were banging against my buttocks. Archie would pull back almost completely removing his penis from my ass. Then he would thrust hard and solidly until his nuts struck my buttocks. If I had not been so pleasantly involved I would probably have been very frightened. But with the deep waves of sensual pleasure moving all through my body I had no choice but to relax and enjoy being anally raped by a doctor who was both experienced and artful in the ways of the flesh."
"The sensations kept getting wilder and wilder. Once he saw that I was fired to a sensual frenzy Dr. Campbell increased the depth and fury of his thrusts. His fingers kept working my clitoris, throwing me into wild spasms of desire. I was crying out and gripping the examination table as if my life depended on it. My ass-hole was opening and closing, alternately gripping and releasing his solid penis!"
"OHOOOOO ... gawd...!" I screamed. "I'm ... CO . . MI.. NG...! I'm CO . . MI.. NG."
"Don't be afraid to let go, my darling...!"
"All at once it happened...," Linda blushed. "I had an overwhelming orgasm that forced a wet liquid pour down my thighs. Archie kept mastarbating me with his finger making my throbbing clitoris pulsate more as the final waves of my orgasm subsided."
"That is certainly something to remember...,"
Archie smiled, pulling out his dwindling organ. "I bet you won't complain when I want to do it again either!"
"NOOOO...!" I gasped. "Not if it feels that good!"
"Go on...."
"Archie and I had anal sex every chance we got. He even got me down on the table and did the most horrible thing. He stuck his tongue into my ass-hole! He actually licked that unclean area and sucked me there while masturbating me in front with his hands. Archie made me conscious of my ass-hole as an area of erotic pleasure. I was tempted to try and persuade my husband to indulge in anal intercourse. But then I realized my own husband would never have the courage to try such a position. He would, of course, think it was perverted!"
"I loved it when Dr. Campbell used his tongue in my ass. He'd first start licking my nodular clitoris and run his tongue from the front to the back. He'd nip my clitty and then he'd sink his tongue into my tight ass-hole. He'd suck and ream his tongue around until I almost went out of my mind with desire. He kept it up until he worked me to a pouring orgasm. Then I'd collapse on the examination table. He'd assault me rectally with his throbbing penis. He'd pump and pound for almost a half hour. He'd bring me so close to orgasm that I'd almost fly over my peak. When he got tired of letting me down and building me up again, when he had me pounding the-examination table with my fists, he'd go all the way and finally plunge me over my peak. He'd cry out wildly as his own orgasm erupted and filled me with his potent cream. Most, often we did this each night after the office had closed and Mrs. Melcher had gone home. If the old dame suspected an office romance she said nothing. She was receiving a more than adequate salary and she knew about the illegal abortions being performed down in the basement. She gave no indication of disapproval."
"I'm not here because I'm complaining about my relations with my doctor employer. I am his secretary. I enjoy the sensual boss-secretary relationship we share. Even after the abortion we've agreed to continue with a source of excitement that brings us both overwhelming bliss. What brings me to you is the guilt I feel. Not about our romance. But about the abortion. The death of an unborn fetus that was growing in my womb. I think about it. I hear some part of my subconscious calling me a murderess. A traitor. I've killed a part of myself, doctor. But I had to. There was no way I could make my husband believe it was his baby for one moment. And to admit to marital infidelity would probably have meant putting an end to our marriage. Can you blame me for what I did?"
"You regret the choice you made?"
"No-not under the circumstances. But morally, deep inside of me, I hate myself for this abomination. You can't imagine how I feel when mothers come in with their small children and leave them in the office for me to take care of while they have their examinations. Some are no older than six months. They're so darling and cute. I never thought I'd want a child of my own. But when they look up at you with those innocent, clear, almost angelic eyes pleading for your help and understanding you can't help but feel an overwhelming love for them."
"I see...."
"That's not the worst part...." Linda gulped.
"I'm often confronted by a newlywed who's just come in to verify her suspicions of pregnancy. You can't imagine the happiness these women express on finding their hoped for suspicions confirmed. One woman grabbed me and kissed me while almost crying out...."I'm going to be a mother ... ! "
"Then the women come in who can't get pregnant. They want children so desperately. I feel so sorry for them. It all makes me think of the foetus growing in my womb that I let Dr. Campbell kill. When I think of it I sometimes hate him. Until he bends me over his examination table and brings me to the height of anal passion again. I feel so guilty about keeping the truth from my husband. I can't sleep at night. I'm tense and nervous on the job. I know I'll have to pay for my sin on Judgment Day. But is there anything you can do to relieve that horrible guilt I feel now...? "
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Many boss-secretary relations are filled with problems. Not all are blissful romances. In many cases actual love affairs occur in which both partners desire each other on a permanent basis yet do not want to break up their own marriage.
There are many problems facing any secretary who has sexual relations with her employer. There is an obvious need for secrecy. Often there are recurring feelings of guilt. In this particular case we are concerned with a wife approaching middle age who works for a gynecologist. By devious means she finds he gives abortions to a few of his favored patients. While having an illicit romance with an old high school friend returned from the war Linda manages to get herself pregnant. She sees a solution in seducing her boss and prevailing upon him to give her an abortion.
Not all boss-secretary relations involve incidents of normal intercourse. In many cases such relations exist because one or both partners desire non-coital variations which they may not be receiving at home. Many wives become adulterous when they find a man who can make them feel new passions.
In this case Linda finds herself pushed towards enjoying incidents of heterosexual sodomy. She finds that her boss-employer enjoys sodomite practices and cultivates relationships with patients which are anal erotic in nature. Dr. Campbell recognizes the fact that the anus is a significant erotogenic zone capable, upon being properly stimulated, of providing deep orgasmic response. Being experienced and possessing the medical know how he is somewhat of an expert at introducing even the most reluctant female into the passions and pleasures of anal sex.
In SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE HUMAN FEMALE (Saunders, Philadelphia, 1953) Alfred C. Kinsey notes...,"The anus is particularly significant in sexual responses because the anal and genital areas share some muscles in common, and the activity of either may bring the other area into action. Stimulation of the genitalia, both in the female and the male, may cause anal constrictions. Gynecologists frequently observe that stimulation of the clitoris or the area about the clitoris and urethral meatus, may cause contractions of the anus, the hymenal ring, and the vaginal and perineal muscles. As rhythmic muscular movement develop during sexual responses, and particularly in the spasms that follow orgasm, the anal sphincter may rhythmically open and close."
This, and testimonies given by other noteworthy authorities in the field of sexology indicate the anus is a primary area of erotic importance. We might conclude that Dr. Campbell shows an abnormal interest in anal sodomy.
While admitting to enjoying anal sex, Linda confesses to deep feelings of guilt following the abortion which she had. Linda confesses now that she wishes she had had the child. Now she desires a baby. She has agreed to give up her job and to try and persuade her husband to adopt a child. Dr. Campbell advises her artificial insemination may be the answer. Linda may be under analysis for some time. Such inter-office relations often result in problems which grow all out of proportion even considering the pleasure they may provide.
CHAPTER THREE: Inter Racial Employment
Many secretaries find themselves accepting jobs with Negro employers. Since it is against the law to discriminate against races it is often difficult for secretaries who may be receiving unemployment insurance to turn down a job offered to them by a man who may be of another race.
It is quite common today to see white secretaries working in predominately black, offices. Also to see Negro secretaries working in white offices is a quite common occurrence. Because black businessmen may find it difficult to deal with a public which is made up largely of whites many even stipulate that their secretaries be Caucasian.
Under such circumstances it often happens that actual feelings of attraction may develop between a Negro boss and his white employee. Many whites first working for blacks tend to mistrust them. They may view them as promiscuous animals for whom they have little respect.
As Dalton Edwards notes in WHITE NYMPHS, BLACK STUDS ... .
"But any way one looks at it, in a society where the white population has been generally led to believe that sex is evil and that Negroes are inferior and erotically promiscuous and predatory, the picture emerges of the Black man as being something of a "sexual superman". (8)
In this case history we are dealing with Sherry Parker, a woman in her mid-thirties, who is separated from her husband, and financially responsible for the support of her seven year old daughter, Kathy. Sherry is an attractive woman who is auburn-haired, well-built and shapely. Her skin has a rich rosy coloring, her eyes are a soft sensual green and her smile is full and petulant.
Sherry consulted me concerning problems which developed after being employed by a Negro in a busy electrical firm. Sherry is prim and attractive, an avid talker and one who does not blush or beat around the bush when the meat of her conversation turns to sex.
"At first I refused to work for a Black boss...!" Sherry confessed, flashing her eyes in an intense gaze. "I walked into the employment office that week. The lady behind the desk asked me if I had had any job offers that week before she handed me my check. I scowled!"
"Yeah-from a damned Nigger...!" I blasted. "And you can bet your boots I'm not working for any BLACK man!"
"The mild looking lady appeared horrified at my choice of words. She took a minute holding her breath, fumbled with my check, making me almost mad and angry enough to wrench it from her hand. Then she told me she would have to talk to her supervisor before she could pay me. I was furious as she turned and walked away showing me the back of her fat ugly thighs."
"I was fuming by the time the supervisor got around to talking to me. I had had other problems on jobs before. Most of them were because my seven year old daughter got sick during school. I'd have to leave my work and go pick her up and stay home with her. My husband, Jayson, is a futile ass who drinks his check and blows it on girls barely over eighteen. Jason and I haven't had a meaningful relationship in over three years. We've been separated and living under separate maintenance for ages. I have too much pride to ask him for help. He wouldn't give it anyway. I so I have to work my ass off to try to make a home for myself and my daughter. I've done most everything, you understand, but I've never had to hire myself out to a Negro before."
"Mrs. Plunkett says you've refused a reasonable job offer...," the supervisor behind the counter blasted. "Can you give me a rational explanation for your refusal? Of course you understand you're supposed to accept any reasonable job offer for which you are qualified."
"Not when the boss is a damn 'nigger'...!" I hissed, through clenched teeth. "I've never worked for a BLACK MAN before and I'm not about to start now. If you can find me work in a white office-okay. But if you can't, well, you can't expect me to hire myself out to a nigger, can you?"
"I was given a long lecture on inter-racial employment and how blacks did not balk at working in white offices. I was told to take the job with the black man or loose my eligibility for unemployment assistance."
"You can phone from here to verify your acceptance...," the supervisor smiled, triumphantly. "The offer is considerably higher than what you've had from other employers. I think you'd be glad to make more money."
"Since I saw it would create a scene I phoned the black man. I told him I would be in first of the week. I figured I could always get myself fired somehow. My employer sounded overjoyed. Of course
I'd seen him eying my 38-24-36 figure. He'd gone over my references with an approving glance. He'd asked me then if I wanted the job. I had told him I would have to think it over. I had no intentions of accepting. But I felt relieved when he told me to come in Monday morning."
"I was really upset that weekend. I got drunk thinking about everything that had happened to me over the past five years. I had a lousy husband who cared nothing for me. A daughter who wasn't being raised right. She spent so much time with neighbors and baby-sitters. She was sick a lot in school. I had to loose work to bring her home. My boss eventually got mad and fired me for a more steady worker. Life seemed one big mess. Now having to work for a black employer. That seemed the last straw!"
"I drink heavily. Sometimes I go to a bar and bring strange men home. Hell-I'm a normal woman in every way. Sometimes wild bouts of sex makes me feel right with the world. It bothers me that sometimes my daughter sees these strange men naked in our home. But then I expect she'll forgive me when she gets older!"
"I had quite a few misgivings when I walked into the office of John H. Fortescue and Son. A burly looking black man, about twenty-seven was sitting behind the desk with his expensive shoes laying on a pile of papers. He smiled. He stood up to extend his hand as I entered the office."
"My name is Herman Fortescue...." the Negro laughed. "I'm the son of the man you'll be working for. I know you might feel a little uneasy about working for a Negro. But we find it helps our public relations to have a nice looking white secretary. We're proud that you've decided to join us. And we hope that you enjoy many fringe' benefits that will keep you with us for a long time."
"It was my first experience with a black employer...," I confessed, suddenly put at ease by the man's gracious manner. "I won't promise I'll be perfect. But I'll try to do things the way you want."
"Herman's eyes kept moving up and down my figure. It wasn't an obvious gesture. But I knew that mentally he was sizing me up and appraising me like a cattle buyer might survey a hunk of beef. Negroes have a very sensual way about them. Where a white employer might never treat you in a sexual manner or give any indication he knows you have a body a black man will always let you know he regards you as a WOMAN. That doesn't mean he comes out and mauls you. But it does let you know he thinks of you as a woman instead of a machine."
"Herman showed me the files. He explained some of the business procedure. He showed me the companies they ordered from on their purchasing books. He showed me the files, how their billing system worked. He explained to me all of the duties I would have to take care of. I told him about my daughter occasionally getting sick. Herman told me she was welcome at the office anytime I couldn't find a babysitter!"
"Herman was gracious and considerate even if he was black. Herman's dad, my boss, was a slow speaking Negro with a heavy drawl and a wide sensual smile. Emory was out on the road most of the time, but his son, Herman, was a full partner. I met Emory's wife. She was a most charming woman. She drove a big blue Cadillac convertible. She dressed well. She spoke better English than I did. I saw right away that these people were well-to-do and that they had a good reputation in the community."
"I was the only woman working in the office. Which meant I got lonesome. Herman often took me to this marvelous restaurant in this Negro section of town that served the most delicious meals you can imagine! He always paid the bill. I rarely if ever bought my own lunch while I worked there. It was such a change from former jobs. I was never picked on. If the filing got too heavy Herman pitched in and helped. He was not pushy. He never made a sexual gesture towards me. I was shocked beyond belief. I was being treated better by blacks than by whites. One Thanksgiving I was given a ten dollar bonus and a huge turkey."
"The only whites there were the electricians who spent most of the time on the road. They were an unsavory bunch who kept trying to make dates with me when they hung around the office. Actually I'd have preferred to have gone out with Herman than the motley looking white bunch who worked there. Herman had to ask a few of the white men to leave me alone. I heard one electrician, a tall lean fellow with a nasty scar on his cheek ask...'What's wrong ... is he laying the broad himself?' That was the first time I'd ever thought of Herman in a sensual way. I had expected to quit the job the first week because a Negro might approach me. But the only ones who bothered me where the low class whites!"
"I remember one night vividly. My daughter, Kathy, came down with a fever. The battery in my car was down. I couldn't get a cab because it was raining and they were all busy. My daughter had a fever of 103. My family doctor told me to take her to the hospital. I had no way to get her there except to call Herman. He was more than glad to come. Herman rushed me down, waited for me in the car. They put my daughter to bed in the hospital. I was a nervous wreck by the time Herman drove me home. When he suggested we go to a restaurant for a drink I quickly agreed. I never thought about appearing in public with a Negro. I was too worried to think about such things."
"Apparently Herman was well-known in the night spot. I saw black couples, young and old, dancing together. I ordered a few drinks. Quite a few married black women came over and wanted to dance with Herman. He asked me if I would mind. Then a black man asked me to dance. I felt almost compelled to accept. I was surprised to find my partner most gracious and inoffensive. When Herman came back he asked me to dance. When he pressed himself against me, and held me tight, I felt the BULGE of his huge penis! I felt it pressing against my thighs with a strange urgency. That was the first time I became aware of Herman in a really sexual way. After a few more drinks Herman and I danced again. It was a peculiar relationship for a boss and a secretary to be sharing. It was enjoyable. There was a heavy perfume scent on Herman's body. No offensive Negro odor. Apparently these people bathed more than I did. And they were very charming. Herman was a smooth dancer. I practically melted in his arms. I became a part of him. I won't say that what I did was right ... but considering that I'd been belted around by white men, tossed out to survive with my daughter, and being that Herman treated me better than white men ever had I wonder if you can really blame me for developing a strong attachment to him? I wonder if other women in my place wouldn't have felt the same way?"
"Herman must have been feeling his whisky because he began pressing me against him in a more intimate manner. His penis was thick, hard, and urgent. His hands were fiery against my bare shoulder."
"If I'm offending you in any way...." Herman whispered, grinding his pelvis against my hips, "please let me know. I'm beginning to think of you as more than just a secretary, you know."
"I gave no answer. My body moved closer. My grip was one of consent. I let Herman know that I liked him as a man. I could almost feel his penis moving towards me as we danced together. No one stared at us. No one thought it was odd that a black man should be dancing with a white woman."
"Herman allowed his lips to meet mine for a brief moment ... , " Sherry blushed. "I returned his kiss. I sucked his tongue. I enjoyed the pressure of his full sensual mouth against mine!"
"I could tell that Herman was on the verge of loosing control. He excused himself to go into the bathroom. Then he returned. He suggested he take me home. I sat with my hand rubbing his straining bulge I wanted him to come to my apartment. I didn't mind that he was BLACK! It was nobody's business but my own. Herman escorted me to the door. He hesitated outside."
"Do you want to come in...?" I questioned, giving his black hand a warm tug.
"I'd like to...," Herman smiled. "He was practically blushing through his charcoal flesh."
"Herman sat down on the couch while I mixed him a drink. I was tired, depressed, lonely and worried. My daughter wasn't home so she would never know if I shacked up with a Negro or not. I've got to be honest with you. I enjoy SEX. I was really wondering if black men were more well-endowed than whites. I'd watched Emory and his wife together sharing a kind of enviable closeness. They were so compatible and loving. Blacks seemed so much warmer and vital than whites."
"Herman turned on some soft music. We began dancing. One thing led to another. His hands began to roam. I began rubbing softly against the eager pressure of his PENIS!"
"BABY ... you'd better stop now...," Herman whispered, nibbling my ear lobe. "Because in another minute I'm going to sweep you off your feet to take you into the BEDROOM!"
"I wouldn't have tempted you this far ... , " I admitted, "if I hadn't of intended to go all the way!"
"Herman lifted me to his strong arms. His full sensual lips met mine. He carried me towards the bedroom. He laid me softly on the bed.. He began kissing me while his fingers moved to unfasten my blouse. His hands slid down my thighs. He unfastened my skirt. He pulled gently downward while I raised my body to permit him to undress me. When he lowered my panties and stared at the white smoothness of my abdomen his eyes grew wide as saucers."
"GAWD-you're lovely...!" Herman laughed. "Your husband must be a no good louse!"
"You've treated me better than any white man...!" I whispered, fumbling with Herman's belt buckle.
"Herman tore his clothing off in an impatient gesture. His body was even blacker than I had imagined. His black penis was sticking out like a curved bow. It arched upwards towards his abdomen. It was the biggest, most curved black thing that I have ever seen in my life. I was laying naked on the bed, anxious and eager for the wonderful, totally new experience that was about to happen to me. Herman was smiling at me. He looked like a passionate wild animal."
"You're beautiful...!" Herman hissed, moving beside me. "I guess we look like a pair of zebras together. But I like the idea!"
"Herman embraced me. I never realized what a wild lover a black man could be until Herman began kissing me. He lolled his tongue deep into my mouth. He sucked my tongue and lips while his fingers began working my breasts. He squeezed them until the tips stood out like hard rocks. Then Herman moved his mouth down to my breasts. Herman sucked my breasts until I screamed. His big black hands moved between my thighs, creating this sensual mood that overwhelmed me. His mouth moved down the slow rise of my belly. He kissed me and sucked me until he almost drew blood."
"OWWWW ... HERMAN...!" I groaned. "Don't be so rough. P..L..E..A..S.. E!"
"I want to please you, baby!"
"Herman kept kissing me until he got down to my hot cunnie patch. With two fingers he spread my labia. He gazed at the pink meat inside. Then he stroked out his pink tongue. He nudged it up and down my slit. When I got lubricated he lolled his tongue inside, licking and sucking."
"OHOOOOOO...!" I groaned. My own husband rarely if ever performed oral sex upon me. I had wanted it, oh, so desperately. But he had always been too eager for his own pleasure. Herman was making every effort to please me even if he did become overzealous at times. I felt the sudden nipping sensations applied by his white teeth against my clitoris. At first I wanted to jump through the ceiling. But then when he lolled his tongue deeper into my CUNT I swooned!"
"OHOOOOO ... Herman...!" I cried. "FUCK ME...! Please-FUCK ME HARD!"
"Sure, baby ... sure...!"
"Suddenly that big black monster was on top of me. He guided his BLACK PRICK into me with two fingers. He held his rigid shaft in his hand until he had it wedged tightly against my cunt. One mighty thrust and that sturdy black animal was moving swiftly inside. Herman thrust his hands under my buttocks. Herman impaled me on his throbbing penis. He plunged in deep and hard, pulling me upward, until his cock was buried inside of me to the hilt!"
"OHOOOOOO...!" I cried. "You're" so BIG!"
"Haven't you heard that Negroes are genital MONSTERS . . ? , " Herman laughed.
"If you're all this passionate I dig it!"
"I was under the impression you liked me personally...," Herman laughed. "Now I find you want me just for a BLACK SEX OBJECT!"
"Oh, phooey...," I whispered, kissing Herman long and hard. I loved stroking my soft white fingers up and down his hard black flesh. He had muscles like a ditch-digger, a penis that would have done justice to an elephant, and the kind of stamina that would have made him noteworthy in the Olympics. His cock penetrated all the way to my cervix. His testicles whacked against my buttocks. He pulled me tight against his abdomen with his hands. All of a sudden he wedged a finger into my ass-hole, moving in and out in hard sensual motions."
"Herman lubricated me with his climax moments after I had come. We lay together, panting, neither of us wanting to break the intimacy of our tight embrace. I could feel his cock shrinking inside of me. It was the most welcome feeling. I felt a great sympathy for Herman. He was smooth, masterful, and generous. After a few more drinks, after we had roamed around the apartment naked for what seemed like hours, I pushed Herman down on the couch. I moved between his spread BLACK thighs, kneeling on the carpet. I moved my tongue and lips towards his soft sensual animal as it lay in repose between his thighs. I raised my eyes towards Herman. I felt his black sensual fingers running through my hair. There was a silent communication between us, a understanding, as I opened my mouth to swallow his BLACK PHALLUS! I ran my tongue over the tip. I sucked the cylindrical object into my mouth. My fingers moved towards his testicles. I cradled them, licking gently as my mouth moved further down the black pulsating shaft. Finally I had the entire PENIS in my mouth. I was practically choking. My jaws felt as if they would become unhinged. I tickled those firm testicles. I swallowed that cock to the root!"
"OHOOOO ... UMMMMMM ... baby...!" Herman rasped. "Do you ever know how to mouth-fuck a guy! Honey-you've got to do it to me that way all the time. Baby-we can sneak into the toilet at the office and really have a wild time. With lips like yours you don't need to be doing nothing but sucking my gawd-damned BLACK PRICK! I've been around, baby, but even black women don't do it as good as you do. You do it like you actually love it!"
"Ummmmm-I love you...!" I mumbled. "Oh-Herman-you're the nicest man I've ever met!"
"I was between sobs as I sucked on that penis. I felt my boss cupping his fingers behind my head. I felt Herman plunging in deep and hard. I felt him firing me to a sudden frenzy. He ground his hips in circular motions, forcing his prick deeper, aiming his spewing dagger down my throat. All of a sudden when he released the volume of his load I almost choked! I gagged. Herman pulled out his cock. He allowed the very tip to spew down my throat. I gagged again. He handed me a hankie from the table so I could spit out his load. I don't mind fellating a man. But I find it difficult to swallow the 'topping'. I was pleased when Herman said he didn't care if I swallowed it or not."
"I thought Herman would be exhausted...," Sherry continued. "But he wasn't. All of a sudden Herman pushed me down on the couch. He kneeled down on the floor beside me. He began kissing my neck in passionate bites..It was as if he was literally chewing my flesh. Herman worked my breasts with his hands while his mouth moved down my belly. He sucked hard. He bit me. I cried out in little screams of pain that made goose-pimples move all over my flesh. Herman kept biting and nipping. When he got near my shoulder he actually drew blood from the bite!"
"HERMAN ... don't be so rough...!"' I protested. "Herman kept nibbling my abdomen. He bit my tummy until red blotches appeared all over my flesh. I thought the marks would disappear. I let him pursue his strange pleasures. He bit down the inside of my thighs, chewing my flesh while his fingers worked inside my cunt. He wasn't vicious, like a cannibal, but it was obvious that biting me and leaving marks brought him much pleasure. When he began nibbling my toes and chewing them and running his tongue up and down the bottoms of my feet I almost lost my MIND!"
"OHOOO ... HERMAN...!" I cried. "You'll make me COME again. OHOOOO!"
"That's what I want you to do, baby...!" Herman laughed. "I want you to come all over the place. I want you to cream up good until you splatter it all over my face. I want "to love you better than any man's ever loved you before in your life!"
"Herman had this fetish about biting me and leaving red blotches on my skin. I felt as if I'd been gone over by a tattoo artist. My body was marked all over where he had sucked and bit me. Herman spent the night with me that night. You should have seen the stares he got the next morning when he left my apartment early. After that the neighbors whispered about me."
"Herman spent two nights with me until I brought my daughter home from the hospital. It didn't matter to me that he was black. He was the most kind and considerate man I'd ever met. Despite the fact that he sometimes got a little brutal sexually I enjoy him. I find him more thrilling than any other man I've met. On the job Herman and I cannot get enough chances to be alone together. When everyone was gone and we were alone at the office Herman urged me into the back where there was this couch we could lay on. It was then that my boss showed me how much he really loved me. He'd make me take off my panties. Then he would perform an act of ORAL SEX upon me until I had a screaming orgasm. He'd move his lips and tongue all over my cunt. He'd move his mouth back to my ass. He'd suck me there long and hard until I was on FIRE! By the time Herman became aroused I'd be begging him to suck me or fuck me to a climax. Sometimes I'd get so turned on that I'd swallow his black cock until it almost choked me. I'd suck him long and hard. I'd run my tongue down the underside of his shaft. Then I'd nibble his testicles and caress them with the tip of my tongue. That nearly drove Herman out of his mind. He was so sensitive to any kind of stimulation. He really went APE! I'd suck his nuts for a few minutes and his cock would be rigid and pounding with passion. In a few moments he'd throw me down on the bed and fuck me until I saw stars!"
"Herman has one habit that really amuses me. When he's done coming all over me, in my mouth, my cunt, between my breasts, he takes his dripping cock and wipes it off on my long hair. He wipes his PRICK off on my hair like he's drying it on a towel or something. It's a derogatory gesture that amazes me. I've asked why he does this. Herman assures me there is no special reason."
"Herman and I see a lot of each other at the office after work. My daughter-likes him. He's taken us to dinner a few times. Kathy-likes him. In fact she asks me why I'm so friendly with a BLACK man. I tell her I work with Herman. She understands that. But some of the neighbors make fun of me, and so do the kids. One night when Herman got too drunk at my apartment to drive home he spent the night. About four in the morning he came into my bedroom. I thought Kathy was sound asleep. We were busy moaning and groaning, lost in the most passioned sexual embrace you can imagine. Herman was mouthing my vagina and I was sucking his 'prick' in a position most popularly known as "Sixty-Nine" when all of a sudden Kathy popped in on us while she was on her way to the bathroom. She got a good look at me and Herman, my black boss, in bed together. I saw the horror written on Kathy's face as she ran back to her room. Although I couldn't detach myself from the embrace right then I went to my daughter's room after Herman had gone to sleep."
"Kathy sobbed. She cried out that she didn't want a black father. She asked me if I was going to marry Herman. I assured her I had no thoughts of marrying him. Then my daughter told me that women only slept with men they were married to. She accused me of being married to him. I assured her that she didn't understand what we were doing. But it was obvious from the SHOCK on her face that she understood only too well."
"Herman and I had sex in the morning. He offered to marry me. He offered to adopt Kathy. I told him it would never work out. That we might as well end it now. I've got so many problems, doctor. I don't know how to cope with them. I quit my job with Herman and his father. I see him now and then on the side when I'm really desperate for sex. Kathy feels lonely. Her real father never comes around. I admit that I've done most everything, doctor. But I really dig Herman! If it weren't for Kathy I'd marry him in a minute. He's the only man who has ever pleased me sexually. I've found another job. I see Herman on the side."
"I never thought a casual business relationship could lead to such scintillating involvements. I'm torn between dual desires. My needs as a woman, and my duty to my daughter. Herman's begging me to come back. He says he'll fire his white secretary in a moment if I give him the word. Every bit of me that is a woman cries out for his loving. Yet for my own sanity, my self-respect, and for the sake of my daughter I know I should stop seeing him. I don't know what to do, doctor. Can you help me?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Inter-racial sexual problems are never easy to solve Such relations always involve more than mere physical compatibility. It is a fact that many women are drawn towards black men and tend to view them as better lovers. While Sherry admits she never intended to have a relationship with a black man she admits she found herself tempted when she began working for her black employer.
Sherry found her particular employer highly agreeable, attractive, and willing to treat her both as a woman and as a racial equal. Sherry claims that Herman treated her better than most white men. Being alone and vulnerable she was perhaps too quick to form sexual attachments to a black man who seemed more than willing to solicit her attention. Many white women who have been abused by white men find Negroes to be gentler and more understanding, in addition to being more virile lovers.
In WHITE NYMPHS, BLACK STUDS Dalton Edwards states...,"We also find that many a young female, feeling the pressure of "male superiority" seeks companionship with a Negro to share a sense of rejection although his motivations may be based on racial grounds. Both feel they are members of an oppressed element in society. And it is largely due to this same kind of feeling, this same kind of thinking, that so many white females say that they are treated better by Negro lovers, that the black man understands their physical needs better, whether they seek brutal and sadistic love or gentle tenderness in their relationship. The Negro male, in some cases, is flattered by the young ... females attention, and he caters to her individual preferences, rather than taking her for granted." (8)
Negroes may be truly more uninhibited than their white partners. Many white women prefer black men because they sincerely believe they are better lovers.
Sherry admits she is capable of forming strong erotic attachments to black men. For this reason, and because she does not want to bring shame upon her daughter, she believes it is wiser for her to end a relationship which can only result in tragedy in the end.
Sherry is now working as a medical secretary for a white employer. She claims her boss is impersonal and inconsiderate. Sherry misses the physical attention she received from her black employer. But she claims her daughter is much happier now that she no longer has to worry about having a Negro for a father.
Sherry desires to remain under analysis until she reaches a greater understanding of herself and her own motivations. She is not the only woman to feel attracted to a black man. Many such attractions are based upon healthy and normal motivations. However, in a prejudiced society such as ours, such relations often cause a great many problems, especially to the children of the adults involved. Sherry hopes that analysis may remove some of the loneliness and bitterness from her life.
CHAPTER FOUR: The Office Party
The office party has become an established tradition in our society. Employees who know each other only casually during a nine to five business day suddenly get together in an atmosphere which is strictly fun, in comparison to the hectic rush of the office routine. Often drinking becomes a prescribed ritual. Inhibitions are released. Friendships and attractions grow suddenly. According to the testimony of many wives the 'office party' to which spouses are not invited becomes an occasion for rampant jealousy.
Many wives who envy their husband's freedom at 'conventions' and other business gatherings find that the office party provides them ample opportunity to unwind and indulge in a bit of sexual socializing of their own. Boss's who economize and watch every movement during office hours with the cautious awareness of an efficiency expert suddenly relax and become 'human'. Many times the secretaries are shocked, eager to enjoy the sudden attention they are given. Many even respond eagerly to the slightest sexual titillation which may be offered.
In LOVE CLUBS, INC., author Roger Blake observes...,"If there is one thing that riles the jealous emotions of even the most stable and broad-minded housewife, it is the annual office party or picnic where the respective spouses are not invited. And according to divorce statistics and psychological observations, she may have good reason to be worried." (5)
Working wives who are jealous of the freedom their husbands enjoy often seek employment themselves either to fill time which weighs heavily on their hands or to enjoy promiscuous sex. In many instances working wives gain their own special kind of revenge at the 'office party'.
In this case history we are dealing with Sabrina Tucker, a thirty-five year old housewife, mother of two children, who finds that working and indulging in office sex is the only way she can hide her extramarital relations.
Sabrina is a sultry red-head, with more than average breasts, large green eyes, full sensual lips and a kind of sensual assurance that lets you know she is not above indulging in a little sexual titillation in her office surroundings. Sabrina is broad-minded and obviously passionate as well as repeatedly unfaithful to her husband. This will be seen in the following case history which was taken from tapes taken during our interview.
"I've got a real problem, doctor...," Sabrina admitted, running her thin tapering fingers through her soft red hair. "This whole thing started out as a kind of joke. I mean-I envied my husband Bill because he was always away from home during odd hours of the night. Bill sells real estate. He's called on business at the oddest hours. Bill will show property after midnight. My husband is a go-getter salesman. They're offering a free trip to Bermuda to the agent who makes the highest volume of sales. Bill's on the top of the list right now. He'll show property even if a customer calls at two in the morning!"
"You think I'm kidding...!, " Sabrina gasped. "I'm not! One man looking for an office and warehouse for a dress factory called Bill at two in the morning. Said he had to catch a plane at six-thirty. Could my husband show the property at night? Bill didn't drag in until way after seven. I found a woman's slippers and panties in his car. I didn't confront my husband with the evidence. But I knew right then and there he was indulging in some heavy hanky-panky. I have two teenage children, both girls. I wouldn't consider a divorce or let them know that their dad cheats on me. As far as they know their father is perfect. Actually my husband is always away from home. When he comes in he's too tired for 'sex'. He'll maybe let me do my favorite ... which is BLOWING him. But he's not interested in anything too active! My husband wants to be top agent of the year. I get so sick and damned tired of waiting for him at home, wondering who he was with that I decided to go to work myself. I've got to admit that I wanted to have an extra-marital affair. Really-I haven't had the opportunity to indulge in one. Oh, one time I SUCKED OFF the exterminator who came to spray our apartment. I was in a sheer robe with nothing on underneath. This young guy had a cock hanging half way down his leg that would have done credit to a stallion! I just couldn't resist running my finger down his fly. The minute it popped out I was down there sucking wildly. I like to swallow the 'come' too! That's my real passion!"
"Go on...."
"Opportunities for sex just don't occur often enough in an apartment to satisfy my hot desires. Being attractive and having had some secretarial training after high-school I decided to indulge in some hanky-panky myself. So when I saw that this big insurance firm had an add in the paper for experienced help I answered. When the guy in personnel, a balding executive who was probably working out his last years before retirement, patted my hips and told me to sit down I flashed a warm smile. I'd had enough of my husband's last minute phone calls before dinner to tell me he'd be out with a client. I intended to spice up my own life and earn myself some money. I admit the personnel man wasn't much of a challenge for my imagination. But he had pull. He could get me the job if I cooperated."
"You haven't worked for quite some time, Mrs. Tucker. You have two children. Are you sure you won't be neglecting them by holding down a full-time job?"
"For an answer I merely uncrossed my legs and gave that balding executive a good look at my crotch. I knew I wouldn't shock of offend him. He had a bold leer in his eye. The kind of smile that told me I'd better come across if I wanted the job. I knew his type. Any woman who digs sex can size a man up pretty well after she talks to him for a few minutes. I watched the smile cross his full face. I watched the blood turn his cheeks crimson."
"I'm well-qualified in almost any department. My husband is an invalid at home all day. I assure you my children will not be neglected. I need the job, Mr. Simpson."
"Yes ... yes ... dearie...," the balding man smiled, moving around to my chair.
"I felt his cold clammy hand on my bare shoulder. I wore my dress low, and yet now low enough to appear indecent. The personnel man stood next to me pulling his suit top back enough so that I could see the rising bulge of his cock."
"You seem to be qualified in many ways...," Kirby Simpson smiled. "How would you like to discuss this at lunch at a downtown motel? Maybe we can reach an agreement. I assure you, if you are hired, the job pays well over $400."
"I think we talk the same language ... Mr. Simpson...!" I smiled. "Let's go!"
"Lunch proved to be an absolute bore. I ordered the most expensive thing on the menu because he was paying. Maine lobster was my favorite. But I could hardly ever afford it. My husband treated his clients to specialties like that in order to insure a business deal. But we rarely dined out together. Afterwards Kirby led me to this plush motel room on the second floor overlooking the pool."
"You seem most cooperative, Mrs. Tucker...," Kirby smiled. "You'll be mingling with a lot of salesmen. Big and important people. We need a woman who is cooperative and friendly!"
"The way Kirby said friendly' made me think that they needed a company nymphomaniac who was willing to put out to the right people. I was su-prised when Kirby did not bother to undress me. He merely pushed me down on the bed. He told me to take off my blouse and bra."
"I don't go for the genital stuff...," Kirby smiled. "I'm getting too old to even try to give you any pleasure. I won't attempt to. You'll please me because you want the job. You've got beautiful breasts. Do you mind if I suck them a little first?"
"Go ahead, baby ... , " I smiled. "You're paying for them!"
"Kirby didn't bother to undress. He lay down on the bed beside me. He ran fat fleshy fingers over my smooth supple boobies. He was surprised by their fullness and firmness. He pressed his lips down against them, sucking the bright round aureole into his mouth. He nipped them tenderly with his teeth. He ran his fingers over my cunt as he nursed. But he made no attempt to perform coitus."
"When his cock became firmly erected he unzipped himself. You could tell with the first glance that he had a problem getting it up. Middle-aged impotency! Kirby moved his legs over both sides of my breasts. He moved his cock towards my mouth. He straddled me. He pushed my breasts together until they were wedged solidly. Then he began-and here I have to laugh-he began pumping his throbbing PRICK against my tits. He was actually rubbing his piss-hole all over the hard tipped aureole. I wanted to laugh. But I didn't dare. I didn't want to insult the man. It was obvious that he had a sexual problem and that he was reaching the solution the only way he knew how. I felt a kind of sympathy for him."
"Rubbing around on my tits got Kirby excited. His thing actually grew bigger. It wasn't anything close to six inches, but it was FAT! He kept pumping himself off between my breasts as he became genuinely excited."
"Now I'm going to put it in your MOUTH, honey ... . ! , " Kirby moaned, moving towards my shoulders. "I hope you can suck every DROP. I like a woman who can take my load. If you spit it out you don't get the job!"
"Little did he know that sucking sperm was my specialty!, " Sabrina smiled. "Cock-sucking was a trick I learned in high school. All the girls who wanted to be popular learned some technique besides coitus for giving a guy a thrill. I actually like the taste of the stuff in my mouth. So when old Kirby began pumping off I didn't mind. I just rubbed my boobies against his testicles and urged him on with mouth, lips and tongue! I knew my job was insured when I felt him pouring down my throat. I drank the stuff like it was buttermilk. I licked it from around the base of his shriveled penis. I cleaned his piss-hole with my tongue!"
'You seemed to really enjoy that, Mrs. Tucker...!" Kirby smiled. "I think you'll be a smashing success in the office!"
"The office job was a blast. I wrote up policies. Mostly I socialized with all of the life insurance salesmen. They were a weird bunch of groovies who pounded the turf hunting for leads. They were crash salesmen who knew every angle. And when they glanced at my ripe breasts beneath the low-cut of my dress you could tell their thoughts turned to SEX . :. ! "
"Every agent was on the make...!" Sabrina blushed. "If you want me to be honest about it I enjoyed it! It was more attention than my husband gave me at home. And let's face it. I'm not growing any younger. In another ten years no man will look at me with a gleam in his eye. I'll probably be doing what the movie stars are doing. Having my face lifted to hide tell-tale wrinkles. Right now I can create enough memories to last me for a lifetime! If my husband guessed that I was getting any sex away from home he never let on like he knew it. I remember one time I suggested to Bill that I take up real estate so I could work with him. My husband threw a fit. It was very obvious that he had his own play-pen neatly arranged for promiscuity between business appointments. So I didn't feel guilty about what little flirting I did!"
"I mentioned COCK-SUCKING being a big thing with me...!" Sabrina exclaimed. "I was being honest with you. I'd rather suck a man's juicy penis then do anything else with him. There's just some challenge in a fly that's zipped shut and locked. It's as if a bell goes off in my mind inventing ways to get inside and find out what delicious delights await me within. Most guys dig women who SUCK PRICKS! I mean-lots of guys just don't get that service at home! Lots of housewives don't mind how much screwing they take. But most of them don't want to put their dainty lips around a smelly old prick. Not even if endears their husband to them forever with gratitude. Lots of wives prefer their husbands to get it from whores-than to do it themselves! I knew one girl like that. She said her husband went to a prostitute whenever he wanted SUCKED. She said she'd rather him do that than to have to put her dainty lips around his ugly old prick! So you can see-with me liking it so well-the JUICE and all-I was bound to be pretty popular. Things really didn't start hopping until the night of the Christmas Party. That was when everyone turned on!"
"The office Christmas Party was the wildest thing you can imagine. My husband wanted to go...," Sabrina laughed. "But I told him right off he wasn't welcome. I didn't come out and say I was having sex on the job. I knew we were both promiscuous. But neither of us wanted to admit it to each other. That's the kind of relationship we had! Anyway Bill didn't like it a little when he wasn't invited to the office party! I guess he went out on the town and got drunk. I don't know. Because I didn't come home until the next morning!"
"We held the party in the office itself. There are nine separate large rooms which compromise most of the fifth floor of the office building. The boss ordered several cases of booze, sandwiches, punch and other savory items. I wore my sheerest dress. I'd flirted around with a few of the insurance men. I hadn't done anything real bold with anyone but the personnel man. I Was afraid office gossip might get me fired. I wanted to have sex with the agents. I had thought about it a lot. But things didn't start hopping until the night of the Christmas Party!"
"Everyone stayed after work. It was around 5:30. Twenty-three of us went together to dinner until around seven: With our belly's full we felt like unwinding and doing some heavy drinking. Nothing too sexy to begin with at first. Except my boss who was a real penny-pincher, a miser of the highest order, began making the rounds of his secretaries and getting himself a reputation as a fanny-pincher. Dirty jokes began to flow with the booze. I was standing and talking to this especially handsome agent, and we were both pretty high, when all of a sudden he said he had to go to the rest room. He asked me if I wanted to come along and hold it for him!"
"From the leer in his eye I could tell he was half-serious. His name was Larry. He was a enormously handsome man. He was tall and thin with the kind of features that told you he had a long hard penis held captive in his starched trousers. He had a line of gab a mile long and a persuasive smile that won women over. He was married. A father with three children. He was also an office wolf who later confessed to making considerable sales by taking lonely housewives to bed!"
"Look-honey....!" Larry laughed. "I won't even charge you for the fun you have. On the road the women have to take out a policy to get into my pants. I'll let you in for free!"
"You gotta be kidding...!" I jested. "Golly-a girl can't turn down a real offer like that!"
"I could feel that fire burning in the pit of my stomach. I could feel the same old aching desire. The same gnawing need to make love to a man. With my mouth. I'm more oral erotic than anything else. I have this strong overwhelming desire to take a man's penis into my mouth and SUCK it!"
"I'm not kidding...," Larry laughed. "If you've got enough nerve you can follow me to the men's room. There's a lock. We'll be safe in there. You can be sure of that. Have you ever been fucked in a men's room?"
"No-have you ever been SUCKED in one...? , " I laughed, licking the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. "I bet I can tie your NUTS so tight you'll think someone's got a monkey wrench on them. How much life insurance do I get for a free blow job?"
"Larry was pulling me down the hall and laughing at the same time. One secretary and her boss were leaning against the water fountain in an intimate embrace. When they saw us passing they nodded and grinned. Larry pushed open the door to the men's room so roughly I thought the glass would break. He pulled me inside. He pushed the door closed. He locked it."
"Were you serious about-SUCKING me?"
"I'm serious about sucking you dry and turning you inside out...!" I smiled, giggling when Larry pushed me against the basin. "I was intoxicated. Also highly excited. It was my first overt relationship with one of the agents since having that round of sex with the personnel man. Larry pushed me down on my knees. He dropped his trousers. He pulled down his jock shorts! I thought he would merely unzip himself. But it was obvious that Larry wanted me to do a real good job on him!"
"Come and get it, BABY...!" Larry laughed, lifting his arching penis. "Come and suck your MILK right from daddy's bottle! I've got the best peter you've tasted in ages!"
"Conceited BASTARD...!, " I hissed, moving my hands to cup his testicles as my mouth moved towards his arching phallus. "You think your THING is God's gift to women. I ought to bite it off!"
"Just love it a little, baby....!" Larry muttered. "Suck it DRY! That is if you're as good with your mouth as you claim to be."
"I couldn't ignore the direct challenge. My lips parted. My tongue moved to the tip. I licked my tongue around the head. I moved my head back as Larry pushed more of his penis down my throat. Larry fucked my mouth like he was fucking a CUNT! He didn't let my lips do all of the work while he remained motionless. He clenched his hands behind my head. He began socking his penis wildly in and out between my lips, rubbing my face against the zipper as his hands moved in wild circular motions. Larry was really getting brutal with me. He was intent on his own pleasure. He delighted in the way that I fondled his testicles. He delighted in the way I fingered his orbs, tickling them with my fingers as I CHEWED on his penis."
"Can you hold it in your mouth, baby...? . " Larry questioned. "If it won't make you sick hold my sperm in your mouth! I've got a delightful little game to play with you!"
"As Larry shot his seed down my throat I deliberately captured every drop of his juice. I held it between my lips. I was anxious to know what kind of game he wanted to play. Larry was a big tease. As his cock dwindled Larry pulled me to my feet. He moved his body against mine. I felt his arms move about my hips. I felt myself almost swooning as he began sucking his come back between his own lips. I thought that would be the end of it. That he wanted to swallow his own come. It made me think Larry might have been slightly homosexual. But then he nudged his tongue into my mouth and began urging me to suck the sperm back into my own mouth. It seemed a devious game, one which I later learned that he called 'sperm kissing'. "
"Go on...."
"It seemed to take forever for us to exhaust the ample supply of his sperm. First it was passed from my mouth to his. Then back and forth, over and over again until finally there was no more left. By that time Larry was hard again."
"WANNA SUCK ME AGAIN, BABY?...," Larry questioned.
"I'm game if you are!"
"Let's make a good joke of it ... , " Larry laughed, with a merry twinkle in his deep brown eyes. "Let's kind of shock everyone else at the Christmas Party!"
"I thought maybe Larry wanted me to blow him publicly...," Sabrina smiled. "Larry pulled this tin-foil wrapper condom out of his pocket. He eased it down over his semi-rigid penis. He rolled it all the way up to his NUTS!"
"I want you to blow me off into this....!" Larry giggled. "Then I'm going to hang the CONDOM full of come on the Christmas tree. It will make a lovely yuletide decoration, don't you think?"
"I thought Larry was joking...," Sabrina smiled. "I've never sucked a man with a rubber on his cock. I guess a real fussy cock-sucker might want a man to wear one to prevent V.D. infection. But for me it spoiled half of the fun of blowing a guy's dick. But Larry wanted me to suck his cock, rubber and all. So I did. I moved my lips down over the rubbery condom. It was a uneventful episode. I sucked and chewed and bit. It was like trying to mouth a tough piece of steak. It didn't have any taste. It didn't feel good, even though Larry was going wild making those furious hip contortions. Finally I watched him throw his head back as his body went rigid. He let out a howl as his SEED spewed into the condom. I didn't even get the benefit of tasting his JIZZ! You'd be surprised at how much sucking the actual SEED pleased me. I'm a real nut on taking all of a guy's load. I've had men tell me they admire me for it. You can't imagine how it hurts a guy's feelings for a woman to gag and spit out his load. It's a humiliating end to a very beautiful act."
"Larry glanced down at the condom full of his juice...!" Sabrina smiled. "He pulled it off his prick, being careful to tie a knot at the top so it wouldn't spill out. Larry pulled me out of the bathroom. He was laughing with an insane kind of amusement. Half way down the hall we saw this salesman whom everyone thought was a fag talking to another man. It was obvious his companion, even though he was drunk, was trying to get away from him. The fag, named Curtis, was almost forty, single, and never showed any interest in women. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Larry grinning and holding that rubber full of SPERM!"
"Larry was urging me into the room where the big tree was. Everyone was standing around and toasting the holiday season. Curtis pulled my hand. He told Larry he'd occupy me while he pinned his little sunrise on the tree. I was so embarrassed I let Curtis lead me down the hall."
"Did you BLOW HIM OFF...? , " Curtis inquired, gazing down at his own semi-rigid penis. "Did you SUCK him?"
"What business is it of yours...? "' I asked coldly, having no particular sympathy for homosexuals.
"Because, baby ... . ! , " Curtis laughed, unzipping his fly, "I've got a TOOL twice as long as his if you really enjoy mouthing a guy's joint. Since I'm having such lousy luck making other males, and since I don't want to ruin my reputation with the firm, I'd be glad to allow you to pick at some of the fruit in my basket."
"I was about to back out when Curtis pulled out this even and three-quarter MONSTER hidden inside his trousers. I was really shocked. Not only was it long, but it was thick too! It was gorgeous. No wonder Curtis was so attractive to women. Yet I noticed he never paid any attention to them."
"Does this THING give you any ideas...?"
Curtis questioned.
"My gawd...!" I groaned. "You've got a MONSTER!"
"Most of my lovers call it a WHOPPER! My black lovers are even envious of my handsome tool. Other men call me a fag. But, baby, I'm better hung than they'll ever be. And since you like to SUCK so well-I'll give you something challenging to dig your teeth into!"
"Curtis pulled me into the men's room. He locked the door. He didn't bother dropping his trousers. He knew damned good and well that I could never suck all of that into my mouth. I wanted to see his testicles. I was almost afraid to ask. I got down on my knees. I felt inside his jock for his NUTS! They were huge!"
"I hope your teeth are for real...." Curtis smiled. "If not-you'd better take them out!"
"Curtis shot his throbbing ANIMAL between my teeth. I hardly had time to catch my breath before he was pumping in and out between my lips. I sucked. Curtis did all of the work. He was a handsome guy even though something about him gave away the fact that he was a homosexual. Despite that though he seemed to have no prejudices against a woman sucking his prick! I chewed on it, finding it most difficult to make any jaw motions whatsoever. I allowed him to make all of the motions while I remained the passive receptacle of his passion. I was relieved when I felt his body go rigid! I knew his SPERM would soon follow. And all of a sudden Curtis pulled this rubber over the end of his prick, pushed my mouth away and caught all of that delicious juice in the RUBBER. I was furious to say the least. Curtis tied a knot in the top and ran down the hall laughing about the knew "BULB" he was going to put on the Christmas tree!"
"Word must have gotten around to the men about my cock-sucking talents because soon every guy in the place was approaching me with his own rubber. I was furious. I thought maybe they'd think I was the company whore. But as I grew more and more intoxicated I began sucking off more and more guys! A few of them were nice and considerate once I told them I liked to swallow the juice. A few of them let me swallow their loads. They were the ones who could get it up again afterwards. Usually the second time they caught their SPERM in the rubber and took it and tied it on the tree."
"All of the women who worked in the office were asking where the rubbers full of sperm were coming from...," Sabrina smiled. "I pretended innocence and even suggested the guys were jacking off by hand. I tried to make a joke of it. I had driven myself to the party. By midnight I was much too intoxicated to drive home. Several of the employees called cabs and left their cars in the lot. Somehow Curtis bribed me into coming to his apartment. I don't remember the exact details. I do remember that I was half-drunk. I remember him almost having a wreck at the intersection. I remember him pulling me into the elevator. I remember him undressing me as I lay on his satin-covered bed. The smell of heavy perfume in the room almost sobered me up. My head was spinning wildly around as Curtis undressed me. Then he rolled me over on my abdomen."
"You're going to get it this time, baby....!" Curtis laughed, greasing down his rigid penis with some kind of jelly. "I've always wanted to ASS-FUCK a woman, but I've never had the chance before. You're so looped you could care less. Your sphincter will be naturally dilated. I hope I can get hard enough to achieve penetration."
"That crazy faggot pushed me over two pillows with my butt end high in the air. He rammed his greased seven and three-quarter inch cock into my ASS! It shot inside in the first thrust. It hurt like HELL! But it went in. Curtis reached around front, under the pillows, and began masturbating the hell out of my clitoris. He pulled on it like it was another penis!"
"With guys I fondle their handle-bars while I ream out their BUTTS...!" Curtis giggled. "But with you I'll have to play with your BUTTON! I hope you don't mind me taking advantage of you like this but when a guy's hard up he has to do something. And from the back, baby, you look just like another guy!"
"I was conscious enough to know what he was doing to me. Conscious to know he was humiliating me and getting a charge out of it. For a slick talker who sold a lot of insurance he managed to fool a lot of women. He was sure taking out his hidden hostilities on me!"
"NOOOOOO...!" I screamed, tearing my fingers into the satin pillow cases. "OWWWW ... you're killing me!"
"You'll pop off before you black out...!" Curtis laughed. "Once you get used to it maybe you'll even like it. You suck a mean cock. But your virgin ASS is even better!"
"Curtis kept ramming himself in and out in wild motions. I tried to break free of him. But I was too drunk to protest. Drunk Curtis was even more powerful than when sober. He managed to overwhelm me until he was buried in to me to the hilt. It seemed to take him forever to come. It seemed that he never got HARD enough to shoot off. He kept playing with my clitoris. He did manage to get me hot, but I didn't like what he was doing to me."
"OWWWWW...!" I screamed. "YOU BEAST! You sick sexual animal!"
"Curtis increased his vengeance. He thrust harder until his cock was compelled to spill over inside of me. His seed splattered deep. It poured down my thighs. Afterwards, when his cock hung limp and lifeless Curtis drank almost a half pint of booze. He fell asleep naked beside me."
"About four in the morning I came to my senses...," Sabrina blushed. "I felt the aching in my ass-hole. My head felt like a watermelon. I was able to get up off the bed and half-way put on my clothes. I got the keys to Curtis's car. I slipped down the elevator. I found his sports coupe in the alley. I managed to drive myself home at about five in the morning. I parked the car a block from my apartment, phoned Larry at his house, gave him Curtis's phone number and told him to call Curtis in the morning and tell him where to pick up his car. I walked into the house. My husband, Bill, was furious. He was dressed. He was so surprised to see me drunk that he didn't scream or holler. He just put me to bed and kept saying over and over again thank God you're all right!"
"I remember Bill cooing out and saying something about his romances with different clients and real estate women. He blabbered something about almost asking me for a divorce a few years ago. Then he said he was so sorry and that he loved me. My husband was pretty high. But he was rational. I couldn't bring myself to tell him how I had sucked off eleven guys at the Christmas Party and let them put the SPERM-filled rubbers on the Christmas tree. My husband's a pretty broad-minded guy. But there's a limit to what he'll accept."
"Goon...."
"The next morning I lied. I said I'd passed out in the girls room. I said that I didn't come to until around five when everyone was gone. I said I'd called a cab. That explained why my car was still in the office parking lot. Fortunately my husband didn't check with the cab company to see if I had really gotten home as I said. He was thankful I had enough sense to call a cab. He drove me down and we brought my car home after I'd sobered up hours later on coffee and buns. I never did come out and tell my husband what I'd done. Bill-likes for me to suck his penis now and then but he doesn't really know what a NUT I am about swallowing a guy's sperm."
"He'd never understand about Curtis or Larry. I really ran into a snag there. The boss at the insurance office asked me if I filled up the decorations on the tree. I played innocent. But I went out to lunch with every agent who invited me. I never bought my lunch the entire year I worked there. Most of them drove me to those quick hamburger joints, then we spend down the country roads so I could blow a little COCK before eating my lunch. It was a fun sort of way to make a dull and boring office routine fascinating and adventurous. I guess I've sucked all seventeen of the agents at one time or another. None of them has given me any trouble except Curtis. He's the homosexual I spent the night with and got ass-banged!"
"Curtis seems to have gone nuts about my cock-sucking techniques. And also about the fact that I let him FUCK MY ASS. He must be pretty low on boyfriends or he wouldn't bother me so much. He's threatened to blackmail me and tell my husband all about the office Christmas Party if I don't go out with him. I don't know what to do. I've met him four times so far. He's almost killed me!"
"Somehow I think this weirdo thinks he's gone 'straight' just because he's ass-fucking a woman. Somehow he says he doesn't feel as guilty fucking a woman's ass as he does fucking a man's. Have you ever heard anything so silly? He's holding the truth over my head like a guillotine. I'm afraid not to meet him for fear he'll really tell my husband what happened. My husband knows I'm broad-minded. But he'll bust a blood-vessel when he finds out I was the wildest NYMPHO at the office party. Especially when he hears about those sperm-filled rubbers on the Christmas Tree. I never will live that down. Word has leaked out to some of the other secretaries and I'm getting some pretty wild looks lately. I don't know what to do. If that isn't enough the whole office is buzzing about the obvious CRUSH that Curtis has on me. Word has it that he's going straight and giving up his homosexual past. Little do they know that he's making me do the same things that he'd expect another man to do. The only difference is that I don't go up his ASS with anything. I'm afraid he may want me to use my tongue on his ass-and frankly-I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to do that ever! Not even with a man I love!"
"I can suck COCK all day long and swallow every damned drop and never bat an eye. I'm a real nut about swallowing the SEED. Even my husband's. When he wakes up with a hard-on in the morning he always finds my soft lips wrapped around his PENIS or his NUTS! He'll find me gently sucking. He'll slowly awake to the scintillating motions of my mouth, lips, teeth and fingers working over his cock and balls. He'll soon come. He'll feel alive and wonderful. I rush downstairs to fix coffee. I can taste his sperm in my mouth before breakfast. It really gives me an appetite."
"My problems begin when I go to the office. I meet Curtis before I even get past the water fountain as you come in the door. He's calf-eyed and mooney. He follows me everywhere. It's the talk of the office. Some of the guys are joking and say that I give better BLOW JOBS than most men. It may be the truth. Who knows?"
"The worst part is that Curtis is infatuated with me!, " Sabrina gasped. "He wants to marry me. He says he could become a normal male if I'd settle down with him. He says he could even enjoy coitus after we became accustomed to one another. It's obvious this guy is damned well hung up on me. He socked Larry the other day for patting my fanny. That's how serious this fag is about me."
"I tell you everything has changed since the night of the Christmas Party!, " Sabrina laughed. "I had a wild blast. I enjoyed it. But I don't dig this groovy fag who thinks his cure rests in marrying me. I want rid of him. But I don't want to be cruel. Worst yet he threatens to tell my husband if I break off our relations. I'm scared to death. What can I do, doctor? I'm about to go nuts trying to find a solution."
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Sexual relations between men and women working in close proximity during a normal office day are not always cool and impersonal. Ofttimes such feelings go unexpressed for quite some time, leading to nothing more than a casual wink or intimate pat.
As Roger Blake observes in LOVE CLUBS, INC ... , "Office associations between two people attracted to each other, are probably among the most scintillating, teasing situations existent. The would-be partners or club members are in close proximity forty hours a week, but in an atmosphere which says: "Don't touch! Look, flirt, talk. But don't touch!" (5)
Often the Office Party proves to be the catalyst leading to all sorts of abandoned sexual behavior. From there such relations often continue during the rest of the year with even more intimate sexual relations forming between those who work in the office. Probably more sex goes on at the seemingly harmless office party than many wives, or husbands, will ever know.
In this case history we find that Sabrina is a spermaphagist. That is she is an oral erotic person who enjoys consuming the male ejaculation and derives a sensual thrill from that specific act. All spermaphagists are of course oral erotics.
As John F. Trimble speculates in CUNNILINGUS AND FELLATIO ... .
"In these more pronounced cases of oraleroticism there is also frequently a strong desire for the taste andingestion of the fluids of genital discharge. Those addicted .give a variety of excuses and reasons in rationalizing this desire." (18)
Many psychologists believe it is a form of penis envy, others suggest that women believe it will enrich them sexually, while some women feel that they have momentarily castrated a male by draining him of his strength.
In CUNNILINGUS AND FELLATIO John F. Trimble further observes...,"In actuality, authorities have cited the caloric content of the average seminal ejaculation at something between 90 and 100 calories, the equivalent of that is a six ounce glass of beer or a small martini. Although it is considered harmless if swallowed, there are no physical benefits of any real value that could be derived from this practice." (18)
Sabrina's problem is not that she is highly oral-erotic. Nor that she enjoys spermaphagy. Her problem concerns ridding herself of a homosexual admirer who has come to enjoy her oral talents. I suggested she be firm and even threaten to reveal the man's homosexual past if he pushes the issue. Sabrina wishes to remain under analysis until she has this problem settled. Furthermore, she desires some explanation concerning her almost compulsive oral eroticism.
CHAPTER FIVE: Gay Fling
Not all flirty office employers are men. Sometimes it happens, only much less often than with promiscuous male employers, that a female employer with power and authority will seek sexual relationships with her own secretaries and those employees working under her.
Some such cases have come to my attention of Lesbian boss's who seek new methods and techniques of seducing their office personnel. In most cases these women are never quite what one expects an active lesbian to look like. The day of the mannish butch with her short-cropped hair, her square fingernails, mannish-styled shirts and brown oxfords seems to be phasing out. Today even the most active and aggressive of lesbians is doing her best to appear feminine so that her deviation does not become publically obvious.
Lesbians who seek employment must look, dress and act like their heterosexual counter-parts. That means that they must be polite to their male coworkers and cover any hostilities they may feel towards men. They way flirt, engage in light tete-a-tete, and do everything possible to hide their deviation. Yet most full-fledged lesbians would not be caught in a serious relationship with a member of the opposite sex.
In THE SECOND SEX by Simone De Beauvior (Bantam Books, New York, 1962) this noted authority on women observes...,"We commonly think of the lesbian as the woman wearing a plain felt hat, short hair, and a necktie; her mannish appearance would seem to indicate some abnormality of the hormones. Nothing could be more erroneous than this confounding of the invert with the "viriloid" woman. There are many homosexuals among harem inmates, prostitutes, among the most intentionally "feminine"' women and conversely a great many "masculine" women are heterosexual. Sexologists and psychiatrists confirm the common observation that the majority of female Tiomo's' are in constitution quite like other women."
It seems obvious that not all lesbians are mannish dykes. Many work in a business world and never attract the slightest degree of attention until they physically manifest their abnormality.
In this case history we are dealing with Vicky Spencer, a young and attractive woman, married two years, and on the verge of filing for a divorce. Vicky consulted me after she became involved with an overt lesbian lawyer who gave no indications of her perversion either by manner or dress.
Vicky is an attractive brunette with blue eyes, a round face, a shining personality and an attractive figure. Vicky consulted a lawyer about obtaining a divorce when her husband tried to force her to indulge in sexual perversions. Vicky gave the following testimony in my sound-proof office.
"When I decided that I needed a lawyer I had no idea of where to go. So when I glanced through the yellow pages of our phone directory and saw that one of the lawyers had her own private firm I decided that a lady lawyer might be my best bet. I needed more than legal advice. I needed someone to confide in. And only another woman could really fulfill this position. So I phoned and made an appointment. I was pleased with Ruth Arrington's soft, sensual and yet confident voice. She asked the nature of my problem. She seemed even more polite when I informed her I wanted a divorce!"
"I never thought about her giving me a job and putting me to work when I told her I'd have financial difficulties in paying her legal fees. You can see why I thought she was the most wonderful person in the world right then. There was nothing about Ruth-nothing about her appearance, her manner of dress, nothing-that indicated to me that she was a LESBIAN!"
"Ruth is a tall, shapely-built woman ... , " Vicky blushed, avoiding my gaze. "She has medium-length jet black hair which hangs down touching the collar of her very feminine looking, usually pink, blouse. Ruth wears attractive jewelry, most always gold to match the frames of her glasses. She has big round brown eyes, a broad forehead, a straight aquiline nose, and although she appears quite intellectual and business-like there is nothing about her manner that would indicate that she is sexually deviate."
"I phoned Ruth Arrington because she was the only lady lawyer in the book. I had had enough of men by the time I got in the notion of filing for a divorce. I figured a lawyer might want to take it out in trade' when he learned I had no ready cash out of which to pay legal fees. My husband is so far in debt over this silly vending machine business he operates that he couldn't afford to pay my legal fees either. The bastard is filing for bankruptcy right now. So you see I'm not in any plush position either.
I figured a woman might understand me, might even have problems of her own. Maybe give me some free legal advice. You can't imagine how foolish and insecure I felt when I walked into that plush, thickly-carpeted office. It was a warm day. The first thing I noticed was that the temperature was about twenty degrees lower inside the waiting room. The next thing was the soft selection of classical music on the stereo. I had to ring a bell on the secretary's desk to let Ruth know I was there. It was a full ten minutes before she realized anyone was waiting to see her."
"OHOOO ... I'm terribly sorry ...!" Ruth apologized, standing tall and impressively in front of the thick dark oak door. "My secretary quit to get married yesterday. A sudden elopement with a Vietnam soldier she'd been writing to and never met. She left me high and dry without as much as giving me ten minutes notice! I had to phone her rooming house to find she had left town to get married. You aren't looking for a job, are you?"
"NO ....," I smiled, suddenly laughing at her distress. "Ruth moved her big wide hands in animated gestures. She was truly a person who spoke with her hands. In fact she would have made a good orator."
"Young fools-going off and getting married...." Ruth growled. "In another year or two they'll be in my office telling me they can't stand each other!"
"God-then my, case is typical!"
"Only the reasons vary...," Ruth laughed, rushing me into her plush office. "Some want out because their husbands beat them, others for non-support, some for infidelity. I feel sorry for the women. You came to the right place if you want a sympathetic ear."
"Did you divorce your husband?"
"SHIT-NO...!" Ruth bellowed, displaying even pearly teeth. "I had sense enough not to get married in the first place. I wanted to be a lawyer just like my dad. I could afford college. I didn't date much. I didn't want to flunk out because of an unwanted pregnancy."
"You could tell that Ruth was all brains and that despite that, she had a really attractive body. She had given up physical pleasure to pursue more intelligent goals. I envied her for sitting there behind that black leather swivel chair, in her own office, with no man to account to. I really envied her. She wore several attractive rings, nice pieces of expensive jewelry. She was very feminine looking despite her determined chin and full sensual lips."
"We went through the gory details of my marriage. How my husband RAPED me when I didn't want sex. How he came at me when it was the wrong time of the month. How he tried to force me into every abnormal position, We even discussed the lovers he openly flaunted in front of me!"
"A typical male BEAST...!" Ruth exclaimed.
"I can get you a divorce on incompatibility and cruelty. But the fact that he's taking bankruptcy and is so heavily in debt doesn't leave me much of a case for getting you much of a settlement. I doubt he'll even be able to pay your legal fees."
"I know...." I blushed, feeling embarrassed.
"That's my problem. I don't have much money to pay you. I know a divorce is expensive. I don't know anything about these lawyers who work on poverty cases. I have too much pride I guess."
"Listen-if you can type-even with one finger...," Ruth smiled, smoothing out her pink silk blouse, "I can hire you out front and help you out of a jam! I'll give you $90 a week, handle the divorce for you, and let you pay me so much a week. I know how downtrodden, how abused, how useless you feel. Only a woman can understand another woman!"
"That's why I phoned...!" I admitted. "Can you get me a divorce?"
"It should be pretty easy ... , " Ruth chuckled. "I know a few private dicks I can get to establish the fact your husband cheats. It won't cost much ... if you take the job. It would give me personal satisfaction to nail the BASTARD!"
"You just can't imagine how much of a friend Ruth seemed then...!" Vicky exclaimed. "Of course I took the job. Ruth worked with me. She taught me how to spell long legal words. She taught me how to handle clients over the phone and how to arrange her schedule so that her clients came when she was not in court. Ruth was a shrewd woman. She wore flared short skirts. She showed enough of her thighs to make any man take a second look. There was nothing about Ruth to give any indication that she was GAY. I was too grateful then to question the motives of her generosity."
'Ruth got a private detective to get all of the evidence on my husband...," Vicky laughed. "She worked like a private investigator herself. Before I had been employed long I knew that she was a crafty lawyer. Other men in court, the lawyers, they respected her. Sometimes Ruth got hot enough about a case to take the prosecuting attorney out behind the court room and go at him with her fists!"
"I like my work. It was a change from home. I had to play cat and mouse with my husband...," Vicky chuckled. "He didn't know that a private dick was following him. I tried to avoid any sexual encounters. In fact-I was afraid of him. Then Lewis forced me into it. He forced his PRICK into my mouth. He'd massage my tonsils and make me swallow his foul-tasting cream. I felt really perverse after that. I never liked it. I never enjoyed sex. I got married to get away from a drunk mother and father. I found having a husband was just as bad. I don't think I ever loved Lewis."
"Ruth advised me to move out before the divorce. Then she warned me that my husband could counter-sue for desertion. I didn't think Lewis would mind when he found out from his lawyer that I was divorcing him. But he really hit the roof. Seems he told his lawyer no deal. I guess Ruth leveled and said she had evidence showing adultery. Lewis stomped into our small apartment that night. He was filthy drunk. His flannel shirt was torn open in the front like some woman had clawed him!"
"What the SHIT is this about divorcing me for adultery...!" Lewis blasted, shoving me against the plaster wall. "What evidence have you got! I can't afford no divorce right now. You know that!"
"I don't want any money-Lewis...!" I exclaimed, gasping. "I just want OUT. I want my freedom, Lewis. Not your money. A detective has all the evidence. But we'll settle for grounds like incompatibility if you don't fight me!"
"Not fight you....?" Lewis groaned, rubbing the back of his palm over the rough stubble of beard on his face. "What the SHIT do you think I am ... a MOUSE? No woman runs out on me when the chips are down, baby. No way!"
"All of a sudden Lewis threw me down in the floor. He began ripping the clothes from my body. He tore into me with his fists. I guess I was actually unconscious when he RAPED me! I didn't even have a chance to scream before he knocked me out. I had bruises all over my body when I came to my senses three hours later. I was bleeding from my mouth. I managed to crawl to the phone. I dialed Ruth's number at her very private and plush apartment."
"The BASTARD did what...?" Ruth screamed, when she heard my feeble cry for help. "Bolt your door shut. Don't wipe off the blood. Don't touch anything. I'll be over with my camera in a few minutes. If that s.o.b. thinks he can get away with this he's an even bigger fool than I thought!"
"Ruth was in a pair of form-fitting black slacks and a white button-down collar blouse...," Vicky testified, crossing her legs as she twisted her wedding ring nervously. "You can't imagine how compassionate she was when she took one COLOR picture right after the other of the blood on my face, my arms and legs. She photographed the lamps, dishes and everything broken. She phoned the police and reported the incident so that I would have legal grounds for leaving my apartment without being guilty of desertion. If my memory serves me right she even took out a "Peace Bond" against my husband. Ruth gave me orders to get out of the apartment before he killed me. She also phoned Lewis's lawyer at four in the morning and gave him several threats if he didn't call Lewis off!"
"Obviously you can't go anywhere tonight...," Ruth frowned, fixing me a stiff drink, once she had me situated comfortably in her plush apartment. "You need a got HOT shower worse than anything! Drink this-go take a hot shower-while I hunt you a nightgown! I'll fix you something to eat!"
"I was too exhausted to protest. I could have gone to a hotel room. But I would have been afraid and miserably alone. I went into the shower. I took off my clothes. I had brought along a change of clothes but no night wear. I was just turning off the shower and coming out from behind the curtain when Ruth walked in smiling at me."
"Here's a sheer one...!" Ruth joked. "Someone gave it to me as a present. It's too 'daring' for my personal taste. On you it might look good!"
"It was one of those short, baby-doll things that you can see through. I was standing naked in front of Ruth. I wasn't embarrassed. She was just another woman. I didn't pay any attention to the way her eyes riveted on my lush breasts. I didn't notice the way her tongue flicked her lower lip!"
"Your guy must be nuts...!" Ruth whistled, walking out the door.
"I had martini's and eggs...!" Vicky smiled. "I had worked with Ruth all day at the office. She had never been openly flirty with me. She was too busy handling legal cases to have much time. She stayed in court all hours of the day. She worked with men in prison, with murderers, rapists, dope addicts. She had saved several men from the electric chair. Later she told me she might have slept better if they had been fried'. Ruth confessed that the only cases she really enjoyed were the divorces for her female clients. Ruth laughed and said she tried to see that women got every cent they deserved."
"Ruth wore shortie pajamas. She really looked stunning. You could see the cleavage of her 34B breasts, her firm abdomen, and the firm part of her succulent thighs. Her legs were beautiful! Well-muscled like she did exercises! Ruth kept plying me with drinks until I was really too drunk to remember what I was doing. I remember her leading me into the bedroom although I offered to sleep on the couch. Ruth seemed to understand that I wanted someone near to comfort me. For a BOSS she was the most wonderful person in the world!"
"Ruth laughed the next morning about how I had just slept with my employer! It was meant to be a kind of joke. She didn't make any overt gestures those first few nights. She cultivated our already existing friendship until I felt very relaxed and confident with her. I even confessed that I enjoyed SEX but that my husband didn't know how to satisfy me!"
"On Friday night when my husband's attorney phoned Ruth and said he wouldn't contest a divorce we were overjoyed. Lewis left word he wanted the matter cleared up as soon as possible. We were so happy. Ruth took me to dinner. We celebrated with a few high balls. Luckily we took a cab home or we never would have made it. Ruth almost had to carry me to the bedroom that night. She had to undress me. I remember her fingers working on my nylon blouse. I remember her reaching under me to unfasten my bra. I remember her HOT hands pausing to touch my breasts. I remember the nipples hardening like ripe NUTS!"
"Suddenly Ruth's thick hair was falling all over my face. Her HOT red lips, which were always attractively covered with lipstick, met mine. Her soft sensual tongue probed my mouth. Her fingers began to work my breasts, kneading them lightly and expertly like no MAN had ever done before! I didn't fight Ruth. I was much too intoxicated. It felt much too good to protest."
"Go on...."
"Ruth kept kissing me. She darted her tongue into my mouth...!" Vicky exclaimed. "God-Ruth knew how to arouse me! She pulled down my garter belt, my panties. She ran her smooth sensual fingers over my hips and thighs. Then she began kissing my breasts! Oh-you can't imagine how wonderful it felt! I was way off in this intoxicated fog while she was making love to me like that! I didn't mind that it was another woman. By the time her mouth was moving down the slow rise of my belly I was pounding the bed with passionate fists!"
"OH ... gawd ... LOVE ME...!" I sobbed. "Oh-Ruth ... do it! No one's ever been so wonderful to me before!"
"Ruth moved between my thighs. Her hands pushed them apart. Her fingers gently nudged the folds of my inner lips. Ruth was working her hands over my breasts. Her mouth moved towards my vagina. I could hear her SUCKING! Sucking ever so gently! Darting her wild hot tongue back and forth over my nodular little clitoris! I pulled Ruth's hair. I tore at the pillows. My hips moved wildly as I bucked in the air. Ruth clung to me passionately. She moaned and cried and worked me with her hands and tongue until I had a wild explosive orgasm!"
"OHOOOOO. ... ! NOOOOOOO...!" I screamed. "OWWWW ... you're won ... der ... ful!"
"You don't need a MAN, baby...!" Ruth choked, her voice full with emotion. "You need a woman to love you right! The fact that you had an ORGASM proves to me that you're not suited to marriage. I hope I can open up a whole new world for you!"
"Go on...." I suggested, watching as Vicky paused to catch her breath. Vicky looked out the open window. It was obvious that she was embarrassed to tell me the rest of her story. "I'll have to know the complete details...."
"All right, if you must...." Vicky sighed.
"Ruth got me drunker. She kept playing with me, masturbating me as we finished off a fifth of the most expensive bourbon you can buy. Then Ruth went into the big walk-in closet which covers half of the room! When Ruth came out I saw this huge gargantuan PENIS strapped on to her hips. It was sticking out like the wildest thing you can imagine. It was BLACK! I was too overcome with shock to protest. Ruth assured me it wouldn't hurt me. It was then obvious to me that she thought I needed her to duplicate the mating motions of a MAN. Oh, god, if she hadn't gone so far out ... and if she hadn't been so perverse with me I might have really loved her. I loved her so much then that I didn't fight her when she greased down the penis before inserting it into me. I noticed this bulb which she held in her hand as she positioned the tip of her penis against my vulva. When Ruth began kissing me and assuring me of her devotion I even complied with the hard thrusts she began making against my flesh. I dug my fingernails into her shoulders. I tried to embrace this new form of lesbian passion!"
"Ruth knew how to imitate a man...!" Vicky exclaimed. "She thrust hard into me. She moved her hips and pelvis in wild gyrating motions. She put her hands under my buttocks and pulled me up close against her. She thrust long and hard, kissing me until she almost made me have an ORGASM. When she felt my body go rigid she squeezed this tiny bulb. Some HOT LIQUID squirted in my cunt. Ruth pulled out the prick. She began sucking the juice from my puss. I learned that she had used warm bourbon to imitate a man's ejaculation!"
"OHOOOOO. ... NOOOOOOOO!, " I screamed. "EAT ME...!"
"Once we got an established love-making pattern l didn't gripe. I thought a lot of Ruth. I heard the tapes over and over of my husband and the girl he shacked up with. The detective had gotten them. Ruth made me listen to them over and over as she made love to me. It made me need Ruth all the more. Finally when the divorce was final I found myself still living with Ruth. But now that I no longer needed her I wanted out on my own. Ruth was against the idea. She vented her anger when I suggested moving out!"
"Go on...."
"Ruth was wonderful to me when she was sober or just half-drunk. But on the weekends when she really tired one one she got vicious. She forced me to do things that even my husband hadn't made me do. I remember one night when she was really polluted she tied me to the four poster bed with my own nylons. She pinched my tits. She had never before asked me to suck her PUSSY. She had done it to me willingly. But she had never asked me to return the favor. So you can't imagine how shocked I was when suddenly she straddled my hips and began moving upwards with her cunt facing my MOUTH!"
"I'm going to initiate you into a few WAY OUT rituals...!" Ruth laughed admiring her own firm breasts. "I used to belong to this exclusive Lesbian Club in college. This was one of our initiation ceremonies. I'm sure you'll appreicate the humor of the whole thing!"
"I might not have objected if she had asked me to suck her CUNT...!" Vicky trembled. "But she did more than that. First Ruth pulled her own pubic lips apart. She had shaved her cunt for the occasion. It was hairless! You can't imagine how ridiculous she looked for moving that bald cunt towards my mouth. She made me LICK her clitoris until it stood out like a penis. Her pubic lips hung way down like they had been sucked on a lot. She had me to suck them and make love to her with my mouth. If she had asked me instead of FORCED me I might not have objected. But it was the way she approached me that made me hate her."
"I see...."
"Then when she asked me to DRINK HER PISS I almost died...!" Vicky gasped. "Ruth came right out and informed me she was going to PISS in my mouth. She told me that I had better drink it too. As low down and disgusting as Lewis was he never asked me to do anything like that. I wanted to scream. Ruth kept mashing her CUNT against my face. She kept grinding her clitoris against my tongue as she forced me to SUCK her. Then all at once she released that warm volume of urine down my throat. It bumed! Oh-gawd-you can't imagine how awful it tasted. Or how humiliated I felt! Ruth actually liked pissing in my mouth. She thought I was enjoying being humiliated!"
"I thought Ruth would never finish pissing. Some of ran down my cheeks. Down my lips. Ruth laughed. Then she made oral love to me. But I was too full of hatred and contempt to enjoy her. She had made me hate her as much as I had hated my own husband. She got me so drunk before she turned me loose that I passed out!"
"There was a FRICTION between Ruth and I after that. Ruth knew it. It existed even in our office relationship. When Ruth was sober she tried to make up for it by buying me expensive gifts. Then when I said I was going to move out in my own apartment Ruth informed me she had actual photographs of me and her in bed together. She threatened to turn them over to my husband and friends if I didn't stay with her. She showed me the camera and the self-timing device! She also showed me the photos. None of them showed her face. Just her body and enough to prove it was me with another woman!"
"I didn't know what to do. I was working with
Ruth and handling her business. Every time she got drunk she made me drink her PISS. She talked for hours about this exclusive lesbian club she had belonged to and how she had to drink piss at the initiation. I enjoyed our physical relationship now and then. But I lived in mortal fear every time Ruth got drunk! I was getting ready to walk out on her when she pulled this horribly dirty trick on me. I'll tell you about it. But first I want you to know we were having wild SEX in her office too! Between appointments with her clients and court sessions. Ruth would make me wear NO undies. She'd installed this kind of couch in her office. She'd make me lay down. Then she'd kneel on the floor and EAT ME until I was too exhausted to move or too SOAR to sit down. I kept coming and coming until I was as weak as dish water!"
"I guess I hated Ruth and loved her at the same time...!" Vicky admitted. "I'm mixed up now. The fact is the damned fool got me PREGNANT one night when she got drunk. She buddies with this lez that works in a gynecologists office. He does artificial inseminations. Seems Ruth keeps a few vials of frozen semen in her freezer. It stays potent. She diluted some of it with water when I began making noises about leaving again, She put it in the bulb-type dildo and squeezed it deep inside of me when she made me climax with that fake dick! In a month's time it became obvious that I was very much pregnant! The screwiest thing is that the father of my child is a WOMAN! Or rather an unidentified man. I meant to tell you my story is stranger than fiction. Ruth says she'll let me have an abortion if I stay with her. But Ruth says she'd like me to have the baby so that the two of us can raise it. She wants to play the 'papa' in our relationship. I assured her I'd stay with her and even love her if she wouldn't make me do that horrible thing ... you know ... drinking her urine. Ruth's apologized. She gives me all the money I need in addition to my salary. Sometimes I take off from work to go to a movie. I really am devoted to Ruth. And I'm carrying her child in a manner of speaking. I guess I could cause her a lot of trouble by telling the truth. But then Ruth has lots of evidence on me too! She's crazy jealous over anyone I look at. Sometimes she cries like a baby and begs me not to leave her. She hasn't made me go through that horrible ritual for some time now. I am beginning to get fond of her again. Especially when she pats my belly and refers to Tier' baby! At home Ruth acts like a man! But at the office ... even a private dick wouldn't catch wind of her deviation I"
"I don't know what to do...." Vicky complained, stroking her forehead. "But I wanted someone to talk to who will understand me. Obviously I didn't expect anything like this to happen just because I consulted a lady lawyer. Ruth has helped me a lot. But I'm in just as deep with her as with Lewis. Except maybe I enjoy our love-making a little more. Ruth never asks me to make love to her often. She seems content to function as a male. And believe me she does a better job on me than my husband ever did. What I really want to know, doctor, is this-can two women raise a child together like this legally? I mean-can I raise a normal baby-living in a relationship with another woman? Ruth is respected in her community, no hint of scandal. The baby would have everything-except, of course, the love of a real father. What I want to know is this-do you think it can work out?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Lesbian involvements are never simple. Perhaps because, as psychologists and psychiatrists note, women are much more complex creatures than men. They are more sensitive, more-likely to become neurotic and much more-likely in some cases to succumb to the advances of another woman.
As John Somers notes in SICK SEX...,"Lesbianism is a more complicated perversion than male homosexuality, made more so because woman is a complicated creature ... The sensitivity of woman is much more sharply defined than that of a man; her reaction to trauma or environment is more pronounced, and neurotic women outnumber neurotic men by a large majority." (17)
Though lesbians may be more neurotic than their male counterparts they are not so easily detected. Vicky vouches for the fact that she did not suspect her employer of being a sexual deviate until she became intimately involved with her.
As Harvey T. Leathern notes in WOMAN AND WOMAN (Venice Publications, Hollywood, 1966..., )
"I have found among my patients, that those females who consciously admit to, or unconsciously divulge, homosexual inclinations are either difficult or impossible to separate from the heterosexual women as far as looks or physical mannerisms are concerned."
Lesbians may utilize many techniques to satisfy their femme partners. They may participate in cunnilingus, the intimate tonguing of the females genitalia; they may practice tribadism, the friction and rubbing together of their intimate and responsive sexual parts; or they may use artificial phallic devices which are reported to be deeply satisfying. The love-making techniques utilized by lesbians are varied and sometimes perverse.
Ruth utilizes a method known as urolagnia, a perverse form of scatological activity, in which a person is specifically preoccupied with urination.
In CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR Roger Blake states ... , "The more pronounced and degenerate forms of scatology, which include the consuming of human voidance, is probably very rare, but enough evidence of its existence has been uncovered to convince us of its prevalence among all elements of society." (4)
Vicky is satisfied with her relationship with her lawyer boss as long as all scatological acts are avoided. She seems to be seeking some degree of normality within a potentially perverse relationship. In many cases lesbians make ideal mothers. This particular case may have a happy ending with a masculine inclined woman assuming the dominant role in the relationship.
Vicky desires to remain under analysis until after the baby is born. Relations such as these between female secretaries and their lady employer's are rare. But they occur often enough to warrant our attention.
CHAPTER SIX: Office Sadism
Business employers are just as-likely to be sexually deviate as any other segment of our society. They bear their share of perversions, and sometimes their secretaries become the objects of their physical as well as verbal abuse.
It is obvious to anyone who works in the business world that pleasing employers is often quite a difficult task. The working wife finds she must take much verbal abuse if she is to hold her position. In situations such as this it is often the masochistic female, who may come to enjoy such abuse, who holds her job the longest. However, instances of actual physical cruelties between boss and secretary are rare-but not unheard of. Many men who hold powerful positions are motivated by strong abnormal sexual drives. Once they become a success and have leisure time they may devote more time to the pursuit of their own perversions.
Women are inclined to be more masochistic by nature than men. As Roger Blake notes in CASE-
BOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR ... .
"When we consider that almost every normal female is the passive partner in a love relationship, and that the passive position is at least symbolically masochistic in nature, then it might be easy enough to say that almost all females are masochists. And, to a certain extent, this is true, just as most normal men are at least symbolically sadistic in nature...." (4)
In certain instances these seemingly-natural relationships take on a more than symbolic form. Normally aggressive men may become verbal and physical tyrants. They may derive pleasure from humiliating women. Women, on the other hand may be more than normally masochistic and derive a kind of sexual pleasure from being humiliated and perhaps even physically abused. Occasionally such relationships exist in the surroundings of a plush office. Only occasionally do such cases come to my attention.
When Cora consulted me it was because of certain psychological problems which resulted from a strange sadomasochistic relationship which existed between herself and her employer. Cora is a mild woman of medium stature. Her hair is a lusterless brown. Cora is in her late thirties or early forties, she is short, her breasts are large, her thighs are full and sensual. In a few years she might be described as corpulent. But at present she might best be described as 'pleasantly plum'.
Cora consulted me because other secretaries for whom she worked were beginning to make inquiries about the abusive relationship she had with her employer, a certain Edmund Fletcher, a busy business executive who had his own suite of offices in a plush and expensive high rise office complex. Apparently it was a well-known fact among secretaries that Edmund was impossible to work for, a verbally abusive tyrant. The other secretaries all wondered how meek and mild Cora Bundy could tolerate her employers sadistic business tactics.
"I'm having a difficult time finding answers to all their questions...," Cora whimpered, uncrossing her legs as she sat opposite my desk. "Everyone in the building has worked for Edmund and quit him because he is so verbally abusive. The longest any girl has lasted is two weeks. I've been there going on two years and other girls say they can hear Edmund screaming all the way down the hall! They've even consulted their own employers and found better high paying positions for me. Oh-I'm grateful for their concern. But really-I'm not unhappy working for Edmund. In a way I understand that man! He has problems at home with his wife. Edmund abuses me-yes! But then in other ways he can be so nice to me! I just can't walk off and leave him. Yet how do I explain to these other secretaries who say they couldn't stand him for a single minute that I don't find his crudeness offensive?"
"Tell me more about this relationship, if you will."
"My personal life has never been very happy...," Cora began. "I attended schools in Britain as a child before both of my parents died. As you know corporal punishment is quite active over there. Girls and boys at tender ages are flogged on their bottoms with a birch rod as a matter of course. Girls were always getting me in trouble so that I got a good 'can-in' now and then. I've always been neglected by my parents. They kept my older sister at home but sent me off to boarding school. My father constantly called me 'ugly'. As a result I have quite a complex. Anyway I guess it all began back then when I was forced into submission by teachers and other students at school."
"When my parents died in a plane crash I lived in the states with my Aunt. I'm a citizen of course. My Aunt whipped me regularly with a heavy hairbrush. She thought it would keep me in line. I must confess that now and then when she stung me with it I experienced a small sexual thrill!"
"I got married when I was twenty-two. The relationship lasted fifteen years. My husband cheated on me constantly. He made no bones about it. He said if I didn't like it I could get a divorce and he'd see to it that I got support. But then some young thing got hold of him and he got a divorce and I got a very small settlement. Not enough to live on. So I went to work. Jobs were scarce for women with so little experience. No one warned me about Edmund Fletcher either. I asked the boy who ran the elevator in the office building if anyone needed a secretary. He was a poker faced Negro with wide eyes and thick lips. He said...'Edmund Fletcher . . the auto insurance salesman ... always needs a secretary!"
"I didn't catch on to his wry laugh then...," Cora smiled. "I just went up to the seventh floor and knocked on the door.
"COME IN ... dammit...!" a loud voice boomed from somewhere at the other end of the room. "And don't slam the gawd-damned door either!"
"I found myself staring at a fat man who was quickly balding. He had thick bushy eyebrows which grew together in the middle of his forehead. That was the first thing I noticed besides the loud booming voice. The next thing I noticed was that his hands were so thick as to appear ugly. He had short, fat fingers, a thick neck, a double-chin was quickly forming, and he was rather short for a man. Maybe he felt inferior because of his size or something. But if he did he sure didn't let anyone know it. Edmund ran the "Ace Auto and Life Insurance Co" by himself. He had one man who was in and out of the office who took care of claims. Aside from that Edmund ran the office single-handed."
"What can I do for you, lady ....," Edmund blasted, chewing on the thick cigar which he held clenched between his even white teeth. "You want a death insurance policy? Want to make some unde-deserving relative rich when you die? Whatever you need, baby, I got it!"
"I was completely taken off balance by the man's gross manner of speech. I was stymied by the abusive stare, the way he pounded his fists on the table and stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at me."
"I was merely inquiring about a job, sir...!" I whispered, with a quivering voice.
"Can you take shorthand?"
"No sir ... , " I mumbled, hardly above a whisper.
"Then why the HELL do you think I need you? I need someone who can write up policies like a computer, who can SELL over the phone, and who has sense enough to keep her mouth shut when I'm talking. You look like you might meet the last qualification, but how in the hell can we get any business done if you don't know shorthand."
"I have my own system-sir!"
"How do you expect me to read it if you're absent one day. Nimble-headed fools apply for jobs all day long. But they don't have the sense to take a secretarial course at night school. No-dammit-I don't need you!"
"I Was almost in tears as I walked to the door. The moment he heard it screech on it's rusty hinges Mr. Fletcher called me back."
"Wait a minute-maybe you can fill in until I can find someone better qualified. I've got a mess of filing to be done! Letters to go out! Oh-dammit-I wish the phone would stop ringing! You're not allowed to smoke or chew on the job. The pay's $65 a week. Take it or leave it!"
"I'll take it...," I whimpered' as the abusive man almost bit the tip end off his foul-smelling cigar.
"Good Edmund laughed. "Now strip down for action. Take off that ridiculous looking mangy coat you're wearing! Stuff those letters into their respective envelopes. Put stamps on them. And don't let me catch you stealing any of the stamps either. I know how much mail goes out of this office.
I know what I buy. So we'd better not come up short on materials at the end of the month. Dig me, sugar?"
"I nodded my head...," Cora blushed. "I began stuffing those letters like crazy. The glue on the back of the envelopes tasted like it was coated with strychnine. I could see Edmund in his office laughing to himself as I licked over a hundred and fifty envelopes. Then, after I told him that it was done he laughed at me and pushed his fingers down through his belt loops."
"You damned fool...," he chuckled. "If you'd come and asked me I'd of told you about the wet sponge we use to wet envelopes. You don't use your TONGUE-stupid! Haven't you worked in an office before?"
"No sir...!" I replied. "I'm recently divorced. I have no other means of support!"
"Your old man found someone cuter ... huh?, " Edmund blasted, rubbing his naked dome. "Can't say as I blame him. You do seem quiet however. We may get along fine. Get the sponge out of the cabinet over there and moisten it and from now on keep your tongue in your mouth. That's where it belongs . . you know! You might get some disease off the glue and want to sue me. Don't worry ... I'm protected against everything ... even a dose of V.D.! "
"I couldn't understand my employer's humor. Or why he'd let me lick so many stamps without telling me there was an easier way. It was obvious that I wouldn't get any raises or advances here. But it was a living. And no one else was in the office to both me. I'm very nervous around crowds. That's why I don't want to work in a big secretarial office. I'm not competitive enough to stay anywhere long."
"At the end of the first day Edmund told me to dress more sexily and to wear my skirt above my knees. He said he didn't want other agents coming and thinking he'd hired "Whistler's Mother". He did nothing for my ego. But then I was so accustomed to being put down and walked on that it didn't hurt me so awfully much. When the girls in the other offices saw me leaving Edmund's office regularly they shook their heads and whispered 'poor girl'. "
"I got my hair fixed when I got my first pay check!, " Cora noted. "I tried to look younger. More youthful. Edmund made me wear high heels. The highest ones I could buy. He said he liked tall women! I could hardly walk across the room without staggering or falling. But I noticed a virile gleam in Edmund's eye. He seemed to take pride in my discomfort."
"Go on...."
"Every letter that I typed that went out of the office had to be checked over. If it wasn't just exactly right Edmund sent it back to be done over. Pages that had miles of intricate figures ... lots of spacing, columns, he threw back at me, cussing me to do it over. He called me everything but a son-of-a-bitch. But then sometimes before I went home he'd wink at me and say he'd see me tomorrow."
"I see...."
"A more contradictory man I've never met...," Cora laughed. "He was a living paradox. He did come out and tell me after three weeks that I'd lasted longer than any of his other secretaries!"
"I was really shocked when Edmund began asking me to go to lunch with them at a nearby cafeteria. He was most inconsiderate in public. He never pulled out a chair for me. If he wanted an extra cup of coffee I was always sent, staggering in my high heels, to go and get it. He used me for everything but a napkin to wipe his hands on."
"I just sat and listened when he complained about his wife. Other businessmen. He told me he was making a fortune in commissions and if I stuck with him I'd be doing better to. He seemed to like it that I lived alone and didn't fight back when he verbally attacked me."
"One day walking back to the office he came out and laughed...! He said...'you've taken a lot of shit off me lately. What would you do if I got PHYSICAL about it?"
"I was floored...," Cora admitted. "I didn't know how to answer. I didn't know what he meant really. Edmund had been eyeing my breasts lately. Occasionally pinching my fanny or thighs in a way that really HURT! I guess the first thing you notice about Edmund is his desire to really hurt people. He has a way of making a verbal attack that stings to the very soul. Then he laughs at you and winks like maybe it's all one big joke. Naturally, I thought he was kidding when he mentioned getting physical about it. My god, the man was a tyrant enough verbally without becoming in the least way physical. I thought it was all a joke until the pinches became more brutal. I sometimes went home at nights with big blue-black bruises on my arms and legs!"
"Edmund drinks on the job. You should hear him discussing claims with other companies. Or people who have claims against those he's insured. He comes right out and says he doesn't want to be soft soaped. Says he doesn't give a damned how badly someone's hurt and can't pay the medical costs that he's not about to be lenient with his interpretation of coverage. One boy killed four people the night after his insurance ran out. His mother called and begged Edmund to give the boy the benefit of the doubt. Edmund just laughed her out the door."
"Edmund cares for no one's personal problems but his own. I doubt he really knows I'm around except for how useful I am to him. But the funny thing is I really like the man. He's a stern authority figure in my life. Somehow I depend on him. I find myself asking him questions during the day. Really I could make the decisions myself. But I like asking Edmund's advice. And you can tell it pleases him too!"
"One day when I was bending over his desk stapling some letters together Edmund leaned way back in his swivel chair. He had this thick long rubber band which he pulled back and let fly against the back of my naked thighs. The pain and shock were so overwhelming I practically fell in his lap. Edmund grabbed me. He pulled me down in the swivel chair with him. I was uncomfortable as he forced my head back and planted a horribly cruel kiss on my lips!"
"I've wanted to do this for ages cherub-lips...!" Edmund laughed, pulling my hair as he held me in his lap. "His tongue soared into my mouth. All of a sudden he was biting my lips between his teeth. It felt as if they were bleeding!"
"God-baby ....," Edmund chuckled, "you've had no idea of how long I've been wanting to do this...!"
"I was completely helpless. I was sitting cross-ways in his lap with my legs hanging over one side of the chair. Edmund was roughly fondling my breasts with cruel pinching fingers. He moved his tongue into my mouth. And then he cruelly bit his teeth down into my lip. He moved his finger between my flabby thighs. He began massaging my clitoris outside my nylon panties!"
"I hinted before that I wanted to get PHYSICAL with it ... , " Edmund laughed, forcing one hairy finger into my wet cunt as he fingered his way past the elastic of my panties. "You didn't believe me!"
"Edmund bit my lips again. He practically smothered me as he kissed me with a kind of desperation that no other man had shown. All of a sudden he lifted me and carried me towards his couch!"
"I told you I might enjoy getting physical about our relationship...," Edmund laughed. "You're really a very submissive woman. You need a dominant MALE like me to really show you your place!"
"Edmund overwhelmed me with his sexuality before I had a chance to protest...!" Cora blushed. "He held me down on the couch, tore open my blouse, and he had me stark naked within a matter of minutes. He had his office door locked and a sign hung out that he would be gone for an hour. Edmund puts that sign on his door when he doesn't want to be bothered. But he never approached me in such a sensual manner before. All of a sudden he had unzipped his fly and he was wildly attacking me as he forced his lusty penis between my legs!"
"You're not pretty, you know...." Edmund groaned. "But you are attractive! You're so quiet and mouse-like that I enjoy tormenting you. It pleases me to know that you enjoy it too!"
"Edmund was not screwing me. He was RAPING me. He didn't give me time to consent. He never asked for my approval. He just moved that lusty prick like a battering ram between my thighs. He pinned his fat hands under my buttocks. He shoved a crude finger in my ASS!"
"Edmund kissed me until I almost smothered...!" Cora blushed. "He bit my lower lip until it felt like a piece of chopped liver. He was a rough and abusive man who was used to taking what he wanted. He used me as a TOOL for his passion!"
"You're quite a switch from my wife ... , " Edmund moaned. "She's beautiful! But about as passionate as a corpse. We make a charming looking couple. But we've been using twin beds for years. She claims she feels 'dirty and soiled' after sex with me. I'd have divorced her if it didn't cost so damn much-cheaper to keep her around and remember what a little 'whore' she was before we got married!"
"Edmund-you're HORRIBLE...!" I gasped. "There's not a kind bone in your body!"
"Yes-there is...," Edmund laughed. "And right now it's buried between your juicy white thighs!"
"I couldn't fake passion. What he made me feel was genuine. He was so stern and masterful. He was the stimulus I had been needing for ages. I dug my long fingernails into his collar and began to meet him thrust for thrust. I didn't object when he pinched my tits as he impaled me with his genital knife."
"OhhOOOOOOO...!" I screamed. "OWWWWWW ... OHOOOOOOO!"
"Edmund brought me to a climax. I prayed none of his customers came too close to the door. Otherwise they might have heard my cries of passion. When Edmund had me exhausted on his couch he moved between my thighs with curious fingers. He spread the lips of my vagina! All of a sudden he began biting and nipping me there like he had gone crazy! I thought I would loose my mind. I was pulling the sides of the couch, thrashing-wildly. Edmund had his teeth clamped around this thick mat of my pubic bush. All of a sudden he began biting large clumps of hair from my PUSSY!"
"OHOOOOO ... NOOOOOO!, " I cried. "Please don't do that to me! Please-NOOOO!"
"Baby-pain is the doorway to pleasure...!" Edmund smiled. "In the right doses I could drive you crazy just HURTING YOU! I can make you come all over yourself!"
"Edmund put his crude theories into practice on me. He took rubber bands and pulled my breasts out of shape. He'd tighten the rubber bands near my chest forcing my tits into exaggerated positions. Then he suddenly bit the tit and almost engulfed my entire breast in his mouth. Edmund really learned how to hurt me when he began fastening these thick metal paper clips on to the end of my breast!"
"Tell me more...."
"Well-I'm not referring to the kind of clips you use to tack one or two pages together. I'm talking about the big metal kind you push open with your fingers and maybe hold 50 or 60 pages. They've got twenty pounds or more of pressure. You can't imagine how much it hurts when someone clamps one of them down on your soar and sensitive breast. It nearly drives you out of .your mind! Edmunds puts one of them on each breast. Then he forces me down on the couch. He'll EAT my pussy, pulling large chunks of hair out of my nest while he pulls on those paper clips. If he moves his mouth and lips just right he can nearly drive me out of my mind!"
"OHOOOO!!!" I cried. "NOOOO...!"
"Edmund took his belt. He began whipping me. He'd lash the end of the belt across those paper clips. He'd lash it all the way up and down my thighs. I'd lay there writhing and twisting as he abused me. Then one day Edmund brought in this hair dryer that must have belonged to his wife. It was the portable kind. He actually tied me down on the couch after persuading me to undress. We spent our entire lunch hour in the office together having sex. If anyone asks ... we're both working over to handle the heavy volume of business. I'll never forget the time Edmund used the hair dryer on me. You won't believe this ... he tied me down. Then he turned that thing on as high as it would go. He poured ice cold water all over my cunt. Then he began drying my pussy with the hair dryer turned on full force!"
"OHOOOOO ... that's HOT...!" I gasped.
"That's the general idea...," Edmund laughed. "There's more than one way to warm up a COLD woman!" .
"I resented his crude remark. I had not been COLD with Edmund. I had tried to share every bizarre pleasure he had invented to give himself a personal kick. Sometimes I enjoyed the off-beat practices. But mostly they did little to stimulate me."
"Go on...."
"The hairdryer was actually excruciatingly painful...," Cora admitted. "The air was hotter than HOT. It actually burned my pussy. It made me twist and scream. Edmund wanted to shove the rounded tip of the hairdryer into my cunt. But you could see he was afraid to. I was afraid he would try it. When I began screaming out loud enough to really draw attention he turned to a lower speed. I thought for sure he would burn every nerve ending on my body with that damn thing. He moved it towards my breasts. Under my arms. He sucked my tits while I twisted and howled!"
"Edmund used that on me for almost a month before it wore out...," Cora confessed. "By then he had found a new hobby to use on me. He had this little wire typewriter brush which he used to clean office machinery. You may not believe this but he took that brush and rammed it into my CUNT! It had a mess of fine wires all over it that rubbed my tender cunt flesh. They say that the vagina is virtually nerveless. Well, Dr. Kinsey let me tell you ... just let someone ram a wire brush up your CUNT and you'll find out how damn nerveless your snatch is! I nearly lost my mind. Edmund actually had to gag me for that one! He moved it in and out of my pussy until I was so soar that I'd barely let him touch me!"
"Edmund began using that on my cunt and my ass. He'd ram it into my tight sphincter and of course it would be bleeding by the time he got inside. Then he'd have to move it in deeper. He'd begin pumping and pounding into me until my ass-hole felt like grated CHEESE!"
"Edmund would be red in the face with desire by the time he finished with the wire brush. Then he'd do the damnedest thing. He kept this small refrigerator in the office. Usually it was just to keep ice cubes for his mixed drinks. But this time Edmund pulled out this bottle of hot Tabasco sauce! All of a sudden he began pouring it all over his big bulging penis. His cock was a reddish-purple. It was very thick rather than so long. It is covered by twisting patterns of blue veins that make his organ look like a road-map marked with intersecting highways. Edmund covered his penis with Tabasco sauce until it looked like someone had castrated him!"
"HMmmmmmmmmmm...." Edmund laughed, with a satisfied grin. "It burns me a little. Just think what it's going to do inside your soar cunt and ASS! Baby-this ought to make you blow your mind!"
"When Edmund touched me with it I nearly went crazy. It felt like something was EATING at me. The deeper he drove it into my cunt the more I twisted and thrashed on the leather couch. It was burning like a consuming fire that could not be put out!"
"OHOOO ... Edmund. Stop!, " I gasped. "PLEASE-no more!"
"Baby-you don't mean it ....," Edmund rasped, almost jumping up and down on my abdomen. "You don't mean it for one moment. You enjoy it. I know it. You can't fool me for a single second! You've been abused before. You've learned to take it. And even to like it!"
"OHOOOO ... gawd ... nooooooo! NO more--please...!"
"The hot Tabasco sauce must have made him come quicker. Because it was a relief when he squirted his warm sex cream into me. It seemed to neutralize the sting of the sauce. I had to go and douche when he got done with me!"
"Edmund has this obsessive passion to hurt people. He could always make me climax. But he had to HURT me first before he could perform in a sexual manner. I was realizing that our procedure was pretty abnormal. But then when Edmund told me he had made me an appointment to go and see this dermatologist to have my nipples pierced I almost flipped my mind!"
"Tell me more...."
"Seems some sadists have devised the same thing as pierced ear-rings only they are made for the nipples. Little gold rings that can be fitted into your breasts like the rings they sometimes put through a pig's nose. Edmund never told me why he wanted me to wear them. But he was emphatic that I should have it done quickly. I was told it wouldn't hurt. Somehow this phony doctor I was sent to made my tits numb to the insertion of those tiny gold circlets. When I got the nerve to open my eyes there they were. Two tiny nipple rings not over an inch in diameter hanging from my tits!"
"Edmund went CRAZY when he saw them...," Cora laughed. "He couldn't resist pulling me around the room by them. He took this dog leash and attached it to my right breast. He had this kind of buggy whip in one hand. He made me undress while he put the sign on the door. He began whipping my buttocks while pulling on the leash attached to my breasts. He made me wear these spike heels I could hardly get on-with seven inch heels-and then he lashed my ass until I tried to run around the room. The result was that the shoes would give out under me and I would go crashing to the floor. By the time I was conscious of anything but the PAIN Edmund was on top of me assaulting me with his penis."
"I would be whimpering and begging for him to leave me alone...," Cora nodded. "But I would also be tearing my fingernails into his shirt, pulling his hair and rising to meet the virile onslaught of his penis. Edmund would take hold of the rings and pull me to his eager sex. Sometimes he'd ram this huge ring he wore on his middle finger into my ASS while he molested me!
"OHOOOOO...!" I gasped. "NOOOO. ... ! "
"Edmund would tie heavy weights to my nipple rings. He would whip me around the floor while I wore ultra-high heels. It didn't take long for me to go crashing to the floor. I never will forget the time Edmund ran to the ice box and pulled out what looked like a frozen mass of ice inside what appeared to be several rubbers. It was shaped like a prick of course. Edmund tied knots in the end of the rubbers. When he attacked me with that icy penis after working me over with the wire brush and Tabasco sauce I thought I would go out of my mind!"
"Kind of COOLS you down-huh-honey...? , " Edmund laughed, moving that frozen prick inside of me. "You've been getting too hot lately. Been burning the hair off my balls a little. Ummm-but you'll like it!"
"The thing of it was that it was not too unpleasant. My cunt seemed to be able to stand the cold. It didn't turn me on with the wild kind of thrill other things did. Once he got my cunt almost frozen COLD Edmund prided himself on getting me hot again! Then he began dripping hot candle wax on my cunt! I mean it-actually dripping it over my flesh. He'd drip it over my ass-hole until it formed a hard core. Then he'd take his prick and begin forcing it against the cold melted wax. It would hurt. It would take forever but he finally entered me. Once inside me, attacking me from the rear Edmund knew how to work me to a feverish pitch. He would ride me, thrusting in and out, pulling wildly on the nipple rings as he penetrated. Then he would scream out and fill me with his seed!"
"Edmund often commented that he was getting to be an old man but that sex like that made him feel young again. I really believe his wife hurt him so that he will never trust another woman again. I don't mind his cruelties. They kind of turn me on. Edmund has never physically harmed me. Not in a permanent way at least. I guess I'd hate him if he disfigured me or anything like that. I don't mind his mild abuses so much. Not even when he hurts me like he's going to kill me. Edmund often buys me little things when he goes out of town. Little presents that let me know he cares. He's not about to spoil me with affection or anything like that. ... !
And I don't think he ever will. I think as a person he may even like me. But when it comes to sex he wants to hurt me first and then really release his passions. like maybe he wants to hurt me before I hurt him. I don't know the reason. But I do know we have a unusual relationship."
"While out of town on a trip Edmund must have visited one of these bizarre sex stores because when he returned he had a pair of handcuffs. A kind of harness to go around my body from which he could attach different snaps so that he can bend me and secure me in any position he desires. He loves to tie ropes from the nipple rings to my ankles and have me bending over while he REAMS out my ass after first going over it with the wire brush! You can't imagine how it hurts as he assaults me with his penis. I try to move and can't because of the way he has me tied!"
"Edmund desires to do lots of horrible things to women. But he'd never allow them a chance to get back at him. I asked him about it one time. Edmund laughed and said something like 'masters never become slaves'. He's found a way to tie my arms over the two legs of a table that has been laid on it's side. My ankles got bound to the two legs resting on the floor." If I move I have to carry this table on my back and my nipples are tied to the legs and it's an excruciating thing. We practice this particular variation at this motel room he keeps reserved for us on certain days. Edmund has really sparked up my love life. I find it preferable to the way my former husband used to torment me with talk of his other lovers. I know I'll never meet another man like Edmund. He screams at me all day long like some opera-star exercising his lungs. He's so abusive that every secretary on our floor constantly asks how I can stand it. I assure her I'm deaf and don't like hearing aids. When she says I could get a job in her office I pretend not to hear."
"I see...."
"The fact is-as whacky as it may sound-I'm satisfied with my employer-secretary relation with my boss. When he hurts me I know it means that he cares but doesn't want to. Edmund is a very complex man. He's not about to show me his real feelings. He's given me a raise. I have a few more luxuries in my office. A new electric typewriter. Even a special machine that licks stamps. But when it comes to sex we haven't refined our techniques any."
"Edmund never mentions marriage...!" Cora smiled. "Really-I couldn't stand living with a man after living alone for so long. But our wild sex gives me plenty to think about when I'm home alone and got nothing to do. And believe me, sex is never monotonous when you're with Edmund. He's renting this apartment to fix up for us. Sex is so risky in the office. He's fixing up a cheap flat in a low-class section of town. He's bought me a wig so no one would recognize me when we go there. He's even got a nine foot ladder which he plans to strap to me and turn me upside down. Claims he can tie it to the ceiling to and make me lay on it so he can whip me in a bizarre manner. I have no idea what he intends to do. I know Edmund well enough to know he'd never go WILD and harm me. He'll make me ache a little-but in the end he'll bring me pleasure."
"What bugs me most are the nosey office secretaries who assume I want to leave Edmund. Little do they know what kind of close relationship we share. In public, he acts as if he has nothing but contempt for me. But when we're alone-that man can make the most desperate kind of love you can imagine!"
"My problem is not that I want to leave my boss ... , " Cora affirmed, "but that I want to know what to tell these nosey secretaries when they tell me they can find me a better job. I want to tell them to mind their own business without convincing them that I'm as weird as Edmund. I need a masterful man in my life. If I told these girls I actually liked
Edmund they'd think I needed a shrink. I've decided to consult you to see if you can't straighten things out in my mind."
PSYCHOLOGICAL .COMMENT:
Sadomasochistic relations are never simple. The motivations that drive many a woman to submit to violent physical abuses also compel men to be virtual tyrants. Psychologists have long sought a definition for sadism ... yet understanding the psycho-dynamics of such behavior is made all the more complex because of the bizarre manifestations of this perversion.
As L.T. Woodward notes in SADISM. ...
"Sadism is an outer displacement of an inner destructive urge. The individual, from earliest childhood, learns to defend himself against the forces outside him by externalizing his own destructive instinct. In most of us, such forces are held under stable control. In some, though, the individuals insecurity is so great that he overcompensates by lashing out in destructive fury, the violence known as sadism." (20)
Cruelty linked with sexuality is termed sadism. Most often it is the men who are sadistic; but psychiatrists are aware of sadism which runs rampant in some females.
Masochists are of many varieties. Many enjoy verbal abuses. Many prefer verbal attacks combined with physical discomfort. Most masochistic have a low opinion of themselves, feel they need to be punished. Many are afraid to actually 'consent' to a sexual relationship-but become most willing once they have been overpowered.
How masochists derive pleasure from being physically abused is not at first easily understood. But one must realize that pain is often a kind of sexual stimulant.
As L.T. Woodward notes in SADISM
". . . sadism, to a certain degree, plays a normal part in sexual relations. There are two chief reasons for this: Pain inflicted or suffered, is a by-product of the lovemaking act; pain is not far removed from pleasure, and it is sometimes true that the two are identical, or at least occur simultaneously and in-distinguishably. Furthermore, pain is a nerve-stimulant capable of increasing and enhancing sexual desire." (20)
In the animal world sex is often mixed with sadism. So too, in human relations, many psychologists have become aware of the plethora of human beings with needs to express their own masochistic and sadistic desires. Since it is obvious Cora does not wish any changes in her relationship, I see little reason to suggest analysis.
During a few sessions Cora came to understand why she prefers SADISTIC men. Cora is certain Edmund will never harm her. She feels they share a 'love' relationships-which at times becomes mildly abusive.
Although I do not term such relations 'normal' I see little reason to interfere as long as both parties are satisfied. Abnormal or not men and women like Cora and Edmund exist ... and they may be found in the every day working world.
Cora is more disturbed by the curiosity of other secretaries than her employers perversions. I advised Cora to ignore the questions of those who inquired and to consult me if she felt she had any further problems.
CHAPTER SEVEN: Leather, Fur and Rubber
Many normal appearing men and women may be fetishists. That is they may use certain articles of clothing, or prefer a specific material, to bring about their own arousal through masturbation or through a fetish type of relationship with another person who is aware of their deviation.
Strictly speaking, in a psychiatric sense, most fetishists rely solely on masturbation and so do away with the necessity of relying on another person for their erotic arousal. These are cases of sexual abnormality in which no heterosexual coitus is indulged in. In fact most fetishists seek satisfaction from a specific object-sometimes shoes, lace garments, rubber, leather, or fur.
But in the broader sense today we are noticing that many women are fetishists to varying degrees, but not in a classically perverted or abnormal sense. Many women prefer to wear leather intimately close to their skin; or they may seem to wear an abundance of fur articles against their flesh. Fetishes among women sometimes include silk, leather fur, satin and other types of material which they may have a sensual feel against their body. Not all such females rely on masturbation. Many enjoy using their specific fetishes in a masturbatory manner; but many enjoy coitus in which their particular fetish plays a specific role.
Men too are fetishists. Many men have a fondness for animal skins, for fur, for rubber. Though most men would hesitate to admit it certain articles of clothing made out of fur or rubber hold a specifically sensual attraction. They may be used in a manner involving masturbation or they may be used in a manner involving heterosexual coitus with another person who may be a fetishist.
Strange as it may seem such men and women carry their deviations right into their own office. Highly fetishistic women may wear fur and leather undergarments while appearing normally dressed to the public. A highly-paid executive who speaks softly yet distinctly into the telephone receiver while discussing a million dollar business merger may be momentarily concentrating on the sensual pressure of his tight black rubber pants under his expensive executive suit.
Most fetishists do not make their deviation known to the public. Many men and women enjoy strong sexual contact with favorite garments or objects of their choice even during the eight hour cycle of the work day.
In this case history we are concerned with Olivia Prentice and her strong fetish-like preference for garments made of leather and fur. Olivia is a tall, dark-haired woman who is temporarily separated from her husband due to an existing sexual incompatibility. Olivia consulted me about her estrangement from her husband and because of the fact that she was forming an enormously strong relationship with her boss-a married man who had a fetish passion for objects made of rubber.
Olivia is a highly attractive woman with ebony hair and dark brown eyes. Her complexion is noticeably pale, the color of alabaster. The contrast of her pale flesh against her dark tresses gives emphasis to her delicate nose, her sensual lips, and the "highly feminine' charm which Olivia seems to possess in abundance. Olivia is perhaps the last person you would expect to suffer from a sexual deviation. But the fact is that Olivia is considerably worried about the fact that she only responds with an orgasm in what seems to be a fetish situation.
"It all started...," Olivia began, in a soft and sensual feminine voice, "when I went to look for a job. My husband, Vince, and I aren't getting along. Vince has been married before. He was paying alimony to his first wife. So there was no way he could keep me under separate maintenance. Still I wanted to work and recapture one of my former independence. I'd always felt somehow different from other girls. I had masturbated heavily as a child. I still do. Marital sex was very unsatisfactory for me. I had a tremendous emotional relationship with Vince. But when it became sexual I gradually came to loathe him."
"I went out to seek a job. I must tell you right now that I wear a great deal of fur. Fur and leather assume a great importance to me. My father used to raise mink's and sable's as a hobby. He sold them to some of the fur farms. I've always had a special fondness for mink. But then so do millions of other women! Yet we differ in essentially one way. To other women MINK is a status symbol, a ego booster. Just owning one is testimony that you belong to the upper echelon of society. Not so with me. I could care less who notices it. I just want to touch it, to caress it, to feel it against my flesh. Cost and social value mean nothing to me. My father died before I was a teenager. So I had no easy access to pelts after that."
"Continue...."
"Animal hide of any type turns me on so long as it is sleek and attractive. It's the sensual feel and texture that excites me. I used to do something very strange with my mother's mink coat. After she had gone to bed I would take it from the closet. I would carry it to my bedroom. I would rub it and feel it. I would feel very warm and comfortable. Secure. I'd stroke it against my almost naked flesh. I was about eleven then I think. I wore nothing but my blue nylon underpanties. I'd put that mink coat over the pillow. Then I'd press my body down against that pillow. I'd rub my genitals against that pillow, clasping it between my thighs, pumping like a man and woman during intercourse, when all of a sudden the most wonderful thing happened. I'd get all warm and creamy between my legs. I'd stain the crotch of my panties. I'd hurry then and return mother's mink unharmed to the closet."
"I'm aware that there are other men and women like me. I order my fetish clothes from this special "Exotic Fur" catalog which features bras and slips, underclothes, full dress clothes and even handbags made from rare and common furs. My bra is lined inside and out with soft sable. My panties are covered outside with ermine. It's so soft and sensual. I guess you might say that I'm slightly narcissistic in that I spend a great deal of time and money on things that please me, particularly in an exotic way."
"The coat I wore on the particular day I went to apply for a job was made from expensive Cheetah skin. My handbag was made of zebra. Everything I wore was both stunning and expensive. Every time I walk down the street someone stares. Everyone thinks I just like exotic furs. No one suspects that I need them in a sexual way.
"I made the rounds of office buildings. But since I hadn't had any former experience I got turned down a lot. A lot of personnel men gave me long, hard and curious stares. A few gave the impression they'd love to take me out. But none came across with what I wanted-a job!"
"Finally I sat down and did what I should have done the night before. I should have read the want ADD column of the paper. I saw an add that said...."young architect desires attractive secretary who dresses well and-likes to meet the public. Will consider someone without experience if she appears right for this position."
"I took a cab over to the architects office. The first think I noticed was that Don Bradley worked alone. He did not have the usual string of associates listed on the non-glittery sign over his office. He did business in a small, but comfortable, brick building which was something new as far as architectural design was concerned. I won't try to describe the building. But I will say it was different."
"Don Bradley had a client when I went into his office. He asked me to be seated. I was about ready to leave after an hour and a half when finally his customer, a well-dressed man, obviously driving the Rolls-Royce out front, came out of his office."
"Sorry to keep you waiting, young lady...!" the older man smiled.
"I don't build houses out of fur or animal skins...!" Don laughed, giving me a warm handshake, while casting an admiring glance at my Cheetah skin coat. "You certainly fill the part of my add that said 'well-dressed'. I bet that outfit cost you a mint!"
"A very small fortune...," I smiled, crossing my legs slowly as I sat across from his executive desk. "I'm separated from my husband. I need a job desperately. I get along well with people if that's what you mean."
"I need someone to assist me in my business...," Don smiled. "Sometimes my secretary has to go to the job-site, entertain clients who pay fantastic prices for something new in design. She must be aesthetically pleasing, socially graceful, a fluent conversationalist and a wise saleswoman. She has to be a person who is easily liked. Obviously experience isn't as important as personality!"
"I studied Don carefully. He was a young blonde executive, about thirty-two who wore his hair cut short and fashionably styled. He had baby blue eyes, very good complexion, and a kind of aggressive masculinity that gave no hint at all that he was a sexual deviate. I saw a picture of his two children on his desk-a boy about 7 and a girl not over 5. A picture of his wife was absent-but I imagined that she too was lovely!"
"Would you care to discuss this position over lunch?, " Don inquired.
"Certainly...."
"During lunch the young architect probed me with all manner of questions. From his general tone he seemed to find me qualified. After the business portion of our conversation he got around to admiring my furs again. He even went so far as to caress my Cheetah jacket which hung on the back of the chair between us."
"You must be a connoisseur of furs...!" Don smiled, with admiration. "Is it a hobby?"
"I noted a tone of something more than curiosity. A kind of artful probing that may have had a more hidden meaning. Then I noticed Don stroking the fur again and almost blushing as he seemed to experience the same reactions I did whenever my flesh touched the fur."
"I bet your husband's divorcing you because you're too expensive to keep!, " Don jested. "I'm merely joking of course. But how do you afford such luxury?"
"I save...!" I blushed, trying to keep a note of anxiety out of my voice. "It's not unusual, you know. I venture a guess that there are thousands of other women like me. Women and furs seem to go together."
"Diamonds must be too hard...!" Don laughed, seeming to pick up the vibrations that I was a little touch about the subject of furs and men. He changed to a more timely topic. Then he informed me that I had the job and could expect a salary of $100 a week."
"Right from the beginning of our relationship I discovered that Don was a skin-diving enthusiast. He talked about it all the time. He had a few friends he went diving with every Friday night. They got their gear together and went camping and diving at different sites. A seemingly perfectly normal hobby. Then I learned that there were certain problems between Don and his wife. I didn't know the exact nature-but Don let it slip that he was under psychiatric care. I couldn't determine if they were living together or not. But I wondered why such a handsome and brilliant boss should have such problems with his marriage. Especially since he charged enough for blueprints and home designs to retire in another few years! Personally I found my boss highly attractive!"
"Now and then I caught Don caressing my fur jacket with more than curiosity. He always joked and asked me about my latest collection of handbags. When he learned that I had some on Okapi fur which is a species of beast related to the giraffe, he really began to probe. When I wore a lemur skin cape, a woolly type fur from Madagascar, he became more curious. All the while I never guessed about Don."
"Now and then Don's wife phoned the office. She seemed a vitriolic type of person. She was never friendly. She seemed contemptuous of her husband. The first time she phoned she told me in no uncertain terms to have her husband contact her lawyer. No explanation. A worried expression came over Don's face when he phoned. I left the room knowing he wanted privacy."
"Don kept a lot of rubber-wear around the office. Different types of suits which I supposed he wore skin-diving. I never gave it a second though, not even when his wife phoned and left messages for her 'sissy' husband!"
"I never really caught on, even in the hassle between wife, husband and lawyer, until Don bent down under his desk to retrieve a piece of drawing. Seems there was a nail sticking out of somewhere. Don happened to snag his pants at the hip against the nail. The result was that when he pulled back there was a large tear in his trousers. Since I was nearby and since Don didn't notice at first I looked closer. It was then that I saw the shining black RUBBER under his expensively tailored slacks!"
"Don couldn't grab the material quick enough...!" Olivia noted. "He sewed it together himself. I glimpsed the rubber. It had stimulated my curiosity. Don blushed. He turned crimson. He avoided my gaze for over half of the day. I really began considering that Don was a rubber fetishist and that he understood my own deviation so well because it was so similar to his own!"
"Somehow I felt sorry for the two children involved. I wondered how far Don carried his deviation. We ate lunch together quite often though Don was careful to avoid all discussion of deviations. I guess word got back to his wife, because one day she phoned. When I told her that I'd put her through to her husband she told me she wanted to talk to me. She seemed to be highly intoxicated. She told me that if I was thinking of falling in love with her husband to forget it. She told me that he wouldn't even fuck a woman without using a rubber and that the only way she had managed to have children was to put a few pin holes in End of his condom's."
"My husband's a RUBBER NUT...!" Mrs. Bradley shrieked. "Right now he's in his plush office sitting in a pair of tight rubber pants with a damn diaper underneath which he's probably pissed in. I wanted to warn you kid, for your own good ... before you end up seeing a shrink like I did!"
"Don must have overheard some parts of our conversation. He was standing red-faced in the doorway. Instead of a plush executive he looked like a wounded human being."
"So she's finally told you the TRUTH...?"
Don whimpered, approaching my desk. "All about my infantile habits. How she finally got me to give her children? I guess, under the circumstances, you want to work for someone else? I don't blame you. Of course I know that the wrong person's seeing the shrink. But I don't want to be cured!"
"Don leaned on the edge of the desk. His baby blue eyes met mine in a fanatical stare. He touched his hand to the smooth fur of my jacket."
"You seem to have a few exotic habits of your own...!" Don smiled. "But I bet yours don't go as far as mine. I've always hoped. But I know that you're just like other women. You aren't deviate like me!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that...," I chuckled, suddenly unbuttoning my pink silk blouse. "I exposed the soft mink bra that softly caressed my milky-white breasts. Don's eyes almost popped out of his head when he gazed at the soft white tufts sewn on the tips of the bra where my nipples pushed out!"
"Suddenly Don was touching me. He was unbuttoning my blouse and studying the way the soft fur caressed my flesh. Don was caressing and stroking both my breasts and the fur! Don seemed so pleased that quite impulsively he began kissing me. The kisses were gentle yet eager. They were not the ravenous kisses of a male bent on conquest. They were the probing kisses of one human being who sought to understand another. It seemed ages before Don worked up the nerve to unbutton my skirt. It was as if he were afraid of me. Then I felt his tongue penetrate deeply when he felt the soft and sensual FUR of my underwear."
"My God...!" Don gasped. "You are just like ME!"
"I became curious. It was the most unusual and unique sexual situation that I'd ever been involved in. I began exploring too. I was curious to know if Don really wore that urine-stained diaper his wife said he wore under his rubber pants. I began fumbling with the belt of his trousers. I was disappointed not to see the bulging rise of a huge penis when they fell to the floor. Instead I saw the shiny black of his rubber pants hugging his penis. They fit so tight around Don's waist that he could hardly breathe. When Don saw that I was not disgusted he pulled on the rubber letting me glance down his abdomen at his cock pressing against the restraining tightness of the BLACK RUBBER!"
"In case you're curious...," Don blushed, "I'm not wearing a diaper underneath this time. Oh, my wife was right about that. But it's a bit WET and uncomfortable to wear all day long."
"I urged Don to pull down his rubber pants. But he refused. Don seemed most selfish to share his sex. Then he unfastened this almost hidden opening made into the front of the material. He hauled out this big beautiful PENIS, which measured over seven and a quarter inches long. I wanted to embrace it with my mouth!"
"Hold on a minute, baby!" Don laughed.
"All of a sudden he pulled this packet out of his desk. It was a foil one like condom's come in. But when Donald unrolled it over his penis I was shocked and surprised to see that it was BLACK in color. It was thin like a regular condom. But it was BLACK!"
"I get more of a thrill like this ....," Don smiled, rolling it up over his penis. "If you don't mind sucking it! I don't mind fucking a woman as long as I can wear a rubber!"
'I was down on my knees on the floor. The whole mood, the environment, was highly charged with perversion. It was not a mood of normal sexuality. I felt so strange lifting that black penis to my lips. Almost like I was performing FELLATIO upon a
Negro! Yet as soon as my lips touched that soft and sensual rubber I noticed that it was more soft and succulent than the others. I had never performed an oral act on a man wearing a condom before. I knew this would be something different. Somehow styled for the occasion. It felt so smooth and so sensual between my teeth. It felt even more velvety than a naked cock in my mouth!"
"OHOOOOO...!" I cried. "What a wonderful texture!"
"Don told me how he had used rubbers on his wife during their engagement when they didn't want children. He laughed and said he'd even used a black one on her a time or two. That she never looked down and wouldn't know the difference. Then he said his wife became very suspicious when she repeatedly said she wanted children and he continued copulating with a condom. Don told me about his fear of contacting a disease from a woman. He told me how the presence of a tight-fitting condom enhanced the sexual experience itself. Especially when it was made of a certain type of rubber. Don laughed as he told me the only way his wife could get pregnant was to pierce holes through his condom's prior to intercourse."
"Don laughed when I chewed on his JOINT.-He said he explained to his wife that he had a tremendous psychological fear of infection since he got a dose of clap from a girl in high school. He said his wife resented the inference that she was unclean. She even went to a gynecologist and proved to her husband she had no infection. Don confessed he still could not coite her without wearing a rubber."
"That was when our trouble started . . ! , " Don laughed. "I still carry this rubber sheet around with me. The kind I used to have in a baby crib. You can't imagine the sensations I get from sucking that rubber sheet! I remember the thrill of masturbating my COCK inside the rubber baby panties I wore. As I grew older I still had this compulsive urge to wear rubber. I learned skin-diving which is a great sport. But it's really the rubber gear which pleases me most. Underwater, I masturbate myself until I pollute myself inside."
"I could tell that Don was about to come...!" Olivia gasped. "He was bucking and thrusting his black condom-covered COCK down my throat. He was gripping his hands behind my head FORCING his penis deep into my mouth. I sucked and chewed wildly while he fondled my FUR-COVERED breasts. It was like a solitary masturbation only we were doing it to each other without any kind of coital contact. Don groaned heavily as he released his seed into the BLACK rubber. He pulled it off with a smile. Then he asked me if I'd DRINK his cream from inside the black condom!"
"I was so much under his spell, this psychological magnetism that he possessed, that I did as he asked. I turned up the rubber. I began drinking his SPERM from inside it. Don seemed pleased that I was consuming a part of him. He smiled as he fastened his penis inside the black rubber pants!"
"Don eased me towards this couch in the storeroom which he had turned into a kind of sleeping room. After doing so much drawing Don got dizzy spells which required him to lay down and listen to the relaxing classical music which came from the stereo in his closet. Don stripped me down into just my fur panties and bra after locking the office door and putting out a sign that he would be gone for the day. Don led me into the dimly lit closet. I saw the kind of black leather couch. He pushed me down on it. Don stripped himself. I was shocked to find he wore a solid white rubber shirt with short sleeves under his neatly starched office shirt. I was surprised at the contrast with the black rubber jocks which gripped his cock and balls so tightly that it must have hurt."
"Go on...."
"Don was laying beside me. He was kissing me frantically. He was beginning to masturbate me. Fondling me! But he never once went to remove my articles of fur clothing! It was as if he understood how tremendously important they were to me as a means of achieving sexual release. He rubbed his palm over my fur-covered panties. He nudged a finger-nail against my clitoris. But never once did he try to press his naked palm against my naked flesh. It was always with fur or rubber between us. I never once caressed his naked PRICK without it being covered with something rubber!"
"We both became lost in this ritual of mad passion. We understood one another perfectly. It was not coitus we wanted so much as to mutually masturbate each other wearing our fetish objects! Really-I guess the relationship we shared wasn't much more than mutual masturbation!"
"Go on ... Did you ever enjoy coitus?"
"Oh ... yes...!" Olivia laughed. "Anal intercourse too. But in a most unusual manner. It will take some explanation. After we got used to masturbating each other we craved greater variety. Don wanted to suck my breasts and my cunt using my fetish objects but obviously the fur got in his mouth and really presented an obstacle. Don got me some rubber clothing. At first it seemed cold, harsh and anything but sensual. But then when I began walking, moving my body inside this completely form-fitting rubber suit which could have been used for diving purposes I began to feel the SENSUAL PRESSURE that it exerted. I began to respond. Don bought me this kind of bra that let just the tips of the nipples protrude. He spent hours sucking my BREASTS in that little office storeroom complete with black leather couch. He sucked on my tits, but most of all he was sucking the RUBBER encasing them!"
"Out of the blue Don bought me these bikini-type rubber panties with a crotch slit...!" Olivia gasped. "They were so very sensual to wear. They were made of soft-black rubber that fit so snugly over my crotch and buttocks. They exposed my navel. They were open in the middle, giving a complete view of my vagina, except for the fact that there were these tiny rubber pockets on either side of the opening that tightly gripped my labia majora. Thus my pubic lips were held apart while my slick cunt was exposed. Don occasionally ran his tongue inside the slit. But mostly he loved sucking the rubber pockets that gripped my labia!"
"FUCKING in that outfit was the wildest thing...!" Olivia blushed. "Don had on this special pair of rubber pants that had a penis extension from the front. There was no way his penis could come out except through the appendage made to hold the penis. It was a projectile of rubber made right into the tight rubber pants. Limp his penis probably just rested in the thing. But once I began masturbating and rubbing my rubber covered flesh against his CROTCH I could see that cock unfolding and filling the rubber shaped appendage. It must have been tailored to Don's specific cock-size because it gripped his PRICK tighter than a pair of levi's two sizes too small gripping a girls buttocks. Don forced his rubber-covered prick into my opening. He greased it first. I was wearing those rubber bikini pants with the slit in them. My own lubrication allowed him to move smoothly and easily inside of me. Believe me-it was much wilder than coitus with my husband had ever been. Our NAKED GENITALS never once touched. We were fucking under very sanitary and disease-free conditions!"
"Don and I spent a great deal of time in the office storeroom together. We engaged in all manner of sexual perversions you can imagine. And they were all connected with our hobbies of rubber, leather and fur. I wore this other pair of pink rubber panties which had a rubber insert which fit into my rectum. Don would use his finger to insert it into my ASS. Wearing the special rubber panties he could insert his naked PENIS into my rectum which was now lined with rubber and he could SODOMIZE me without touching my naked flesh. Don found the thrill of anal intercourse, pumping off into this rubber receptacle which fit into my ass, more than exciting! I'd be wearing a fur bra and he'd be fingering my tits something fierce. Sometimes he got so rough he damaged the fur so I wore rubber more and more often because some of the fur garments were unbelievably expensive!"
"Don's wife wants to avoid a divorce. She's presently under analysis. Her husband is paying out a fantastic price for that. He and his wife never have sex because she has a mental aversion to his fetish for rubber. Don cannot perform without his cock contacting rubber in some manner. He's fucked me when I'm wearing fur panties with a slit-but he has to wear a rubber condom or something rubber before he can enter me!"
"Go on...."
"I guess the weirdest thing Don does is wearing these rubber panties with this big diaper underneath! It's kind of disgusting really. Sometimes Don comes in in the morning with the diaper under his rubber pants. He'll drink coffee until he has to PISS like crazy! He won't go to the bathroom, He'll do it in his rubber pants and then walk around the room in his warm urine. I guess it's got something to do with a childhood fixation or something. But Don seems normal in every other way."
"Continue...."
"We have a very affectionate type office relationship. Since we're both a little perverted and have our own FETISHES we seem to understand each other's needs. We know how to use each other's fetish objects to the best advantage. If we stood naked in front of each other without our fetish objects I doubt either of us would experience the least flicker of desire. So, in a way, these fetish objects are the most important part of our relationship."
"Go on ... ! "
"In a way we really need each other. We understand each other. I'm coming to love RUBBER more and more each day. I experienced this fondness for fur and leather during childhood. But the same tactile sensations I experience rubbing fur comes across when I rub against RUBBER! My skin responds in a unique way. My sexual reactions are even stronger in many ways because you can become more rough and abusive with rubber without harming your garments. Don and I even go skin-diving together. His specific suit has a specific hidden projectile for the penis, and there's this cup-like affair in the crotch of my suit that fits into my cunt deeply. We can have coitus under water while exploring the flora and fauna that has become a consuming interest!"
"Don't wife comes into the office on several occasions to try and figure me out. I'm careful to hide my fur and leather articles of clothing under normal street dress. I don't want anyone guessing about the strange relationship that exists between Don and I. She's asked me all kinds of questions. I've assured her that her husband never acts strange around me. She's the most puzzled woman you can imagine!"
"Don's wife would love to name me in a divorce suit. But so far I've done nothing to hint that her husband has even approached me. I've disuaded any discussion of SEX with her. Don and I are being particularly cautious about being seen in public together since we do not wish to cause a social scandal which might well lead to legal action."
"Don and I have discussed the possibility of marriage...," Olivia confessed. "As an engagement present he gave me an expensive pair of joy boots which are lined with tight rubber inside, fur on the top, and two hard rubber inserts which fit into both erotogenic openings of my body. Of course I don't wear these boots at the office. Sometimes I do when we're locked in the storeroom together. They're very erotic. Don had them especially designed at a cost of $350."
"Don thinks we ought to get married...," Olivia noted. "I'm not so sure. A relationship like ours is very unstable. Don has other fetish friends-some who are male. I'm not so sure he isn't a homosexual. I just don't know! Although I work with Don all day long I know he's a very complex man. I might end up like his wife-hating him-yet not wanting to let go. Don says he'll file for a divorce anytime I say so. He says I'm the only WOMAN who understands his odd desires. Our love for each other is different from anything you can imagine. It depends highly on fetish objects such as rubber panties, rubber inserts, fur bras, rubber and leather bras ... all things which are completely extraneous to our bodies. Without these things our relationship would be no better than what Don and his wife have together. Our affection relies on so much besides each other."
"Right now I'm sure that marriage would be a very bad risk for either of us. I believe we ought to enjoy this relationship while it lasts. But I don't want to become any more seriously involved than I already am. I've got enough problems now trying to keep this GROOVY relationship secret without asking for more trouble. Can you give me any advice?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This seems to be a most complex case of fetishism existing within the confines of an office environment. Cases such as this may be rare. But there are men working in offices who wear rubber garments, and there are just as many high-fashioned secretaries who enjoy wearing fur and leather outfits and derive a highly sensual kind of pleasure from such an erotic manner of dress.
Psychologists have long recognized the facts that fetishism exists. The fetishes catering to rubber, fur and leather are catered to in our present society where every deviation seems to be enjoying a high degree of sexual popularity. Distribution houses which sell sexual articles are always sure to carry a wide variety of supplies which are made of rubber, fur and leather because they enjoy such a wide distribution among fetishists.
Different objects are endowed with the qualities of fetishes. As author Harvey T. Leathern notes in THE SEXUAL VARIANTS ... .
"Certain materials retain popularity as fetish items. Nearly always, however, these materials can be made into clothing that are applied to fetish-like parts of the anatomy. A pair of tight leather pants may enthrall a fetishist-his leather wallet may not interest him in the least. A woman may express certain erotic pleasure in wearing a skintight diving suit-which exerts masturbatory pressure on her breasts and buttocks-yet she would never think of displaying any affection for a rubber inner tube." (14)
Certain materials such as furs, leather and rubber may be worn over erotogenic zones of the body and utilized as fetishes. Most often fetishism is satisfied by masturbation, but on occasion fetishists indulge in different varieties of inter-personal sex.
Both Don and Olivia are fetishists. Their relationship is not one of the normal love of a man for a woman. Their relationship is based on psychologically unhealthy motivations. I advised psychotherapy for both of them. Olivia confessed she felt normal since they indulged in heterosexual coitus with the aid of mutual fetish objects.
Men and women who appear quite normal in the every-day office world may secretly be wearing fetish objects. A secretary may share a close masturbatory relationship with a special and significant pair of nylon panties. She may be excited by a certain color of underwear. A busy executive may be overly-fond of fur or rubber and hide his deviation beneath normal street clothing.
Such deviations are found in all walks of life This is just an example of how fetishism can, and often does, exist inside the busy office world.
CHAPTER EIGHT: Trucker's Delight
Not all office jobs are centered around a plush office environment with thick pile carpet, expensive panel walls and surrounded by stylishly dressed employers. Many office jobs are carried out diligently by secretaries who work in remote, non air-conditioned hole-in-the-wall offices and who are supervised by employers who seem to have been recruited from the gutter.
Many secretaries prefer the easy and open atmosphere of the office that seems to lack every convenience. Many women find disorder preferable toorder, enjoy the casual yet sometimes intimate atmosphere of promiscuity, and actually seek jobs where they can make the most contacts with men who may become potential bed-mates.
The very promiscuous secretary who has a bedtime bout with every man she meets might become suspect of being a nymphomaniac. There are varying degrees of promiscuity among women. Psychologists use the term 'nymphomania' to describe those women who seem sexually insatiable and who suffer the desire for repeated bouts of licentiousness. The true nymphomaniac has as little control over her desire for sex as the confirmed alcoholic in relation to his drinking problem.
Promiscuity among nymphomaniacs adds considerable confusion. Many nympho's I have interviewed admit they would like to be satisfied by one partner, but are unable because of the intensity of their desire.
As Harvey T. Leathern notes in THE SEXUAL VARIANTS ... .
"It is not really sexual variety that the true nymphomaniac desires, but continued sexual activity." (14)
Unable to be satisfied by one man the true nymphomaniac may end up with a variety of partners during the night. She may take on as many as five or six men, molest and exhaust them all, and still crave hot and passionate sex.
When Ruby Kirk consulted me it was because of a sexual problem which I could only describe as border-line nymphomania. Ruby confessed to me that she had been fired from a number of respectable positions because of her open promiscuity. Ruby began discussing her present job working as a secretary for a trucking firm.
"I like this job better than the rest, doctor...!" Ruby smiled, caressing her long locks of auburn hair. "I've always had problems working. I guess the solution is for me to become and out and out whore. I'd probably make more money at it! You see-I've got this constant SEXUAL drive. It's there all the time. As regular as the ticking of a clock. When I wake up in the morning I spend a good hour and a half working myself over with this vibrating dildo. I've worn a dozen of those damn things out during the last year! They don't do much good-but they keep me from climbing the walls! Then maybe
I'll drive down to this motel where a few of the guys are staying who want better accommodations than what the trucking firm offers for those drivers who stay over-night. Most of the time the ones who take the motel rooms are the ones who want to BALL a few women! I let it be known the minute they come in and hand me their papers and give me their reports that I can be had for FREE. The way I eye their crotch and lick my lip, lolling my tongue in a sensual way that will drive a guy nuts, most of them get the message. Many even talk me into lunch or a bite to eat!"
"I work for this overnight trucking firm...," Ruby laughed. "I love my work. No other women around me. Nothing but big and beautiful MEN! Muscled men, tall men, fat men, short men, tired guys who want to relax ... and who need SEX!"
"I can't stand working in an office full of silly old women...," Ruby confessed. "I've been fired from several positions for being too flirty with my employer. I don't seem them as the big towers of FEAR the way most employees vision their boss. To me they're men. They've got what I want. I've even frightened a few men off with my bold approach. That's why I enjoy working at the trucking firm so much. The class of men you meet there are just the type who appreciate a woman who comes out and asks for what she wants. They aren't shocked or offended. They're downright pleased!"
"If I've got time a guy may come in and ask me if I want to go out for a bite to EAT...!" Ruby laughed. "Usually if we take my car we never make it to the lunch room. What I want to EAT is right-between his legs! I'll pull off in some secluded spot and haul out his big beautiful hunk of MEAT! I may even bend down and kiss it first! I'll put my lips around that big gorgeous thing! I always ask the guy to masturbate me while I'm SUCKING! While I'm down there blowing him the fire in my thighs is driving me nuts! I know a guy gets harder if you suck a little first! I do it until I can't stand it any longer. When it's firm and ready I may throw open the car door, pull the burly trucker out on the side and beg him to throw me down and RAPE ME!"
"FUCK ME...!" I scream. "Oh-gawd-FUCK ME! I can't stand it any longer!"
"Most guys are willing to comply!, " Ruby blushed. "I never wear any undies. I pull the guy down in the grass. I practically guide him IN with my fingers. When I feel it there, thrusting into my vagina, and rubbing my clitoris, I go wild! I throw my arms about his neck, rake my fingers down his shoulders and go through such wild contortions that sometimes he comes too quick. You won't believe it but I can fuck indefinitely and still not be satisfied. I'll grind and pump to my stud. I may not know his name but when my pussy clamps down on his PRICK and practically sucks him inside he knows that I mean business. Usually he frustrates me and pops off too quick. I feel his warm load inside. But it does nothing to cool the fires that are still burning. When he goes limp I may push him over and immediately go down between his legs. I'll suck his shrunken cock into my mouth! I'll loll my tongue up and down the underside. I may take his trousers off and even kiss his SCROTUM! Anything about a guy that has to do with SEX, I love! I know ways to get guys hard that most women never think of!"
"Some guys like you to finger their ass-holes a little...," Ruby giggled. "That always gets a raise! Once I've got a guy down in the grass on his back and I'm sucking I know I've got him under control. When he gets hard I merely get on TOP of him and slide my vagina down on his hard shaft!"
"Hey-BABY ...!" my stud may holler, "aren't we changing places?"
"As bad as I need it, buddy...." I laugh, "you'd better let me FUCK YOU! Most guys just laugh and lean back with their hands under their head while I go through these wild body contortions on their COCKS. Because I'm doing all of the work they may last a little longer. I slide up and down. My cunt grips their throbbing penis like crazy!"
"By the time he's UP the second time my stud realizes he's got a real powerhouse on his hands. There's no time for him to fondle my tits. I'm moving too fast and too furious. I want to see if I can't have an orgasm before he POPS OFF! It's actually a race with me. Because I know what I need. I know how quick a guy can come when he gets hold of a blockbuster like me. I may even masturbate as I'm thrashing up and down. My body may go suddenly rigid. I may feel a wild explosion of cream between my thighs. The guy expects me to fall off and be a little loving with him. But the fire doesn't go out just because I've had a single orgasm. I'm still there-and I need hot satisfaction!"
"Go on...."
"I can always tell if a guy's got it in him to go a third round...," Ruby blushes. "It takes a hell of a man to go three times straight. If he's not up to it I quickly suggest we go back. There are new guys coming in all of the time. I know how to work them all. I've been to bed with most of them."
"I never see my employer ... Mr. Margola...," Ruby blushes. "He knows I keep everything under control. He's got a cute little thing downtown he spends most of his time with. If his wife calls I always tell her he's just stepped out!"
"My promiscuity is pretty well-known with the guys who come in on the trucks...!" Ruby laughed. "We're right off Route 66. Believe me we get a lot of guys stopping over. Guys who have made long hauls through the hot burning desert. Guys who haven't rested for hours. They're too tired and tense to go to sleep. What they need most is a good woman to wear them out and make them relax. When a special guy I know comes in and there's no one to take care of my job I get the cooks seventeen year old daughter who lives across the street to come and hold down the fort for a few minutes. There are showers and cots in the back room. Usually they're pretty full. But there's this old storage shed out back no one ever uses. I took an old mattress some guy pissed on and they were throwing out. I've put it in that storage shed. There's a wooden lock on the inside. I'll sneak my guy in there for some privacy!"
"One guy really turns me on...!" Ruby blushed. "He's this tall, lean stud from Arkansas bulging with muscles. He never wears anything but a faded tee-shirt, tight blue denims, and soft leather cowboy boots. You'd picture him stomping horses at a rodeo rather than driving a rig. You can bet he knows how to bed a woman down and put her in her place. When he first took up my offer for some 'fun and games' he nearly nailed me to the mattress!"
"The other truckers nickname this guy "Ground Hog" because he takes up so much of the road. He's the same way inside a woman's cunt. His big COCK thrashes around like a wild animal in a CAGE! It feels like he's going to tear you to pieces! I thought I had found a guy who could really please me. But Ground Hog is just like the others. He wears out after a short while. He'll sit back and chew this piece of straw between his teeth and he'll say something like. ... 'if you ain't the damnedest heifer I ever met!"
"Believe me, doc, I like being a secretary at a truck stop...!" Ruby laughed. "The waitress and others sometimes go out with the men. They know they can pick up some quick money from guys who are needing it pretty bad. Being a secretary I got more time to prowl. You see this kid helps me. You gotta check the men in, write down a few things, and see that they get their cot and some grub. Any ten year old could hold down the job. But I doubt any kid could hold down the job. But I doubt any kid could take some of the COCK I've taken!"
"I don't ball with these boys for the money----! , "
Ruby laughed. "I do it because I actually need SEX! I guess I'm what you call a nymphomaniac. I don't really know, doctor. All I know is that there is this burning itch in my cunt which never goes out. I've douched, masturbated-but nothing helps! It's a strange thing with me. This guy from Arkansas comes hunting me the moment he gets in. He's got a size seven and a half penis-that's inches-and he's not but 28. He's married and got two kids. But that's not all he's got. He's got one of the best trained cocks that I've ever seen. He knows how to grab a woman, how to handle her, how to indulge in the preliminaries to get her hot and panting. All of this isn't so necessary with me of course-because I'm already HOT! But it sure does make me feel like he tries his best to please me! Guys like this Lonnie are rare. He'll sometimes phone me before he hits town and he's not intending to stop. Hell-I drive out and meet him on the road. He parks his rig and takes me into the bushes long enough to ram his PEESHOOTER into me! Believe me, when that guy shoots a wad you know you've been lubricated!"
"I just plain like SEX ...!" Ruby smiled, flashing uneven white teeth. "I can type like a whiz, and I even take shorthand. I can take dictation ... but my favorite pastime is DICKTAKING! Its lots more fun. You don't have to talk as much. I just can't sit in an office eight hours a day without thinking about sex. I do more than just think about it too-I solicit it! I tried to get friendly with one insurance guy who was in his fifties. He ran the insurance firm I worked for. Hell-I thought he'd like a little balling on the side. I'd bring him some donuts in the morning. I'd have this picture in my mind of him leaning back in his swivel chair with his PRICK pulled out. I'd picture the donut with the hole in the center and me tossing them like RINGS down over the tip of his cock, I've gone pretty far and imagined some vivid things with this guy. Sure he was old-but somehow he had appeal. I guess I just got to make a conquest of every man I meet. But I found out this one just plain wasn't interested."
"Go on...."
"Well ... I told you I seldom wear panties. I didn't even back when I was making the rounds of the more plush offices. I had something I was proud of and just wanted to show off. I showed it to this guy a few times. I thought he was just plain reluctant to make a pass. One day when I brought his coffee in he was rubbing his neck like he was in pain. Slowly I began massaging him without even asking permission. I thought we could start out with this approach. I was more than surprised when he came out and shouted 'hands off me you cheap whore!"
"Continue...."
"He didn't have to fire me ....," Ruby blushed. "I left. I admit my pride was wounded. Hell-he didn't understand the kind of suffering I was going through loafing around the office with this burning fire in my SEX! It was pure torture. He should have been pleased that I considered him. But he wasn't. He was downright offended and nasty about it!"
"Sorry I asked ... buddy...!" I answered, clicking my high heels against the highly polished linoleum. "You're probably touchy because you just can't get it UP!"
"That was the last plush office I worked in. I tried downtown at some of the produce places. You always meet husky men there. But seems their secretaries stick for years. I practically went into a tailspin when I saw all that handsome muscle just roaming around and unloading trucks. One guy had curly black hair and looked like a longshoreman! He was unloading watermelons. He could have laid me on top of one and screwed me silly. I went to every produce place in town, near the waterfront and railroad tracks, and never even got a job offer. I'd have tried out as LABOR but no one would have hired me!"
"Since the produce places were out I thought of the trucking companies. Now there's a place strictly populated with males. You hardly ever meet a female truck driver. If you do she's most-likely a dyke. I don't need no damn woman. None of them have a tongue long enough to satisfy me. I called one place that I know handled those big rigs that make long-distance hauls. The man told me he had an opening. But he also told me the job had been formerly filled by a man."
"Lady...!" he laughed, "I don't think you'd want to work in a place like this. You'd be dealing with some pretty rough men who use some pretty strong language. Makes no difference to them if a woman's around. YEAH-a woman's qualified-but I don't think she'd like this particular job!"
"How about letting me be the judge of that ... I chirped, eager to work once I learned the surroundings would not be plush. "If it gets too rough I can always bug off. You need a secretary. I need a job. I don't take offense easy, mister."
"Mr. Margola sounded pleased. You could tell he was a foreigner over the phone. He told me to come down that night and try out if I liked. He looked me over like any normal man would have done. He was short and fat and kind of balding. He was all MALE. He showed me the books, time cards, everything that was needed. I thought there was a hell of a lot of paper work at first. But once I got used to it I found time for a lot of other things."
"After I'd been there three days and lots of guys were loafing around Mr. Margola came out and asked me how I stood their talk. I assured him I hadn't been raised with a silver spoon in my mouth and that I understood MEN! He smiled and said few women would envy me my job. In the summer you don't even have an air-conditioner. Cigar butts and cigarette ashes all over the place. One stud, a big fat guy who hauls PIGS laughs and flicks his ashes down the front of my dress! I get back at him later when I get my teeth wrapped around his NUTS! I bite down and make him cry 'Uncle' "
"I like the job. The rough talk. The big burly man. No simpering office women with their idle chatter of church and family. No curious stares when I bend over and show a little rump. Every guy that comes in has to check with me. I'd learn everything about him before the night was over. If he didn't try to date me the firs time he'd get around to it by the second. And usually before that he got word that I was HOT from the other truckers!"
"One guy came in...!" Ruby blushed. "He was a tall fellow, with short blonde hair and big feet. He was new with the company. He waited until everyone was out of the office. Then he approached me. He was well-dressed and clean-shaven after a few hours rest on one of the cots in the back room!"
"One of the other guys told me you'd PUT OUT ... , " he smiled, lighting a cigarette he rolled from the tobacco pouch he carried. "What's your price, baby? I got a real bad problem. Been bothering me all the way up the road. I been playing with it and jerking it off. Nearly wrecked down at the crossroads thinking about the cute little sixteen year old chick I had at the last overnight stop. I can't sleep, baby. I gotta blast off my balls first. Wanna help?"
"You're offering to pay, buddy...? , " I inquired, knowing I had a real novice on the line.
"Isn't that what dames usually want?"
"Sometimes....," I smiled. "Unless you got a hotel room we better take my car."
"Listen, baby, if you're an operator, you need a van. One of these big bus vans with curtains. You can make a real FUCK-SHOP out of a rig like that!"
"Wish I had one, buddy...," I laughed, agreeing to a fee of ten dollars. "I got poison-ivy on my ASS once. Thought I never would get rid of it!"
"I'll look before I let you lay down!"
"That guy and I spent forty-five minutes in the bushes making the wildest love you can imagine. He had a big penis that didn't go soft quick. He had some kind of a medicated spray he put on it. He said it deadened the nerves of his PRICK and made him last longer. He was a real weirdo. Loved to use dirty words as he fucked me."
"Gawd-damned mother-fucking son-of-a-bitch ... , " he groaned, pumping hard. "Gawd-damned if you don't have the nicest, wettest cunt I been in for ages! You really got a set of muscles, baby!"
"I like men to talk vulgar to me. I like to hear words like FUCK and SUCK. I like for a man to let me know he's a man. He can stand and scratch his damn PRICK in front of me. He'll never offend me. Because I'll be staring to see how big it is when it hangs down his leg!"
"I see. Do you charge these men? Or do you do it for free?"
"Most guys give me money...," Ruby laughed. "I don't have to ask. A guy would feel cheap if he didn't give me something. One guy hauling a truck load of perfume gave me a couple cases of the stuff. If you turn a guy on and don't act offended no matter what he does you'll find him really generous. In two months time I'd saved up enough money to buy that bus van this guy told me about. He had a damn good idea. A fuck house on wheels. Economical. Ideal for a fuck session. I took his idea one step further. I added a tape-recorder. The minute we parked and I got a guy bedded down on the mattress in the back I flipped on this hidden switch that started the tapes moving. I parked in the woods, drew the curtains, and turned on the hidden recorder."
"Let me undress you, baby...," Ruby laughed, "is the way most guys begin. Guys like undressing women. It gets them stiff. They like to take their time and get their money's worth. They're so used to paying for it that I don't disappoint them. I need the money just like everyone else. But believe me I'd go to the woods for FREE provided the guy were attractive and knew how to swing! I never wear a bra. My breasts are big and firm. I do bust exercises sitting in the office when no one else is around. All a guy's got to do is get me out of my blouse and skirt and I'm nude. I wear sandals that slide right off. I have a half mattress in the back. A thick thing that will take a lot of bouncing with no squeaks when the going gets rough. I've got a coffee machine, a supply of birth control pills, and a few items like battery operated hand vibrators that I use to work a guy over!"
"Most of the time they begin by sucking on my tits!, " Ruby laughed. "Most of the time if they have a nice body I ask them to STRIP! I like to see a guy naked. I like to run my hands, fingers, over his bare flesh. I like to knead his flesh and get some intimate contact with his PENIS. Sometimes I'll crawl down between his legs and put my mouth around his joint. If a guy will use his mouth on me while I'm mouthing him we'll do a sixty-nine until I get him UP! I'll make his cock stand up and dance like a trained serpent listening to a flute! I'll twist his NUTS up so tight with my tongue that he'll beg me to go crazy and fuck him. I've even tied guy's cocks down against their scrotum's with rubber bands. I love to tease men. But more than that I like fucking them. While I'm down there chewing I want a guy to get real verbal about what I'm doing to him!"
"Look ... baby...!" I suggest. "I'm working hard. How about telling me how much you like it? Use some dirty words. I really turn on when a guy uses dirty words around me. Come on, buddy, you can do something while I suck you!"
"Guys like to talk dirty around a woman once they know they won't offend her...!" Ruby blushed. "I use two tapes on some guys. One guy can spout filth for hours. You can hear us on the mattress. The sounds of him fucking and sucking me. The microphone is right down under the front seat near our heads so it picks up every sound! It's weird how guys enjoy talking TRASH around me. Guys talk about liking to play with my cunt and sucking on it. Then we get down to fucking and you can hear the smacking wet sounds. Oh-gawd-listening to the re-play nearly drives me out of my mind. I can lay in bed and masturbate and listen to the tapes of me and the guys. I go crazy with my finger. The only trouble is I need something big and hard working on me!"
"One nut I go out with takes me even when it's the wrong time of the month. EATS it too! He doesn't care. He's gone up my ass-hole. He hauls livestock and from what he tells me he's occasionally got in the truck a few times with them and fucked himself silly!"
"I was hauling this load of sheep one time ....," he laughed. "And MAN did I get some wool on my dick! Nearly wore the damn thing down to a nub! I was soar for a damned week afterwards!"
"Guys ask me about my husband and working around so many men. I assure them we're not having a relationship though we're not divorced either. My husband knows how I am. That's one reason he left me. I just couldn't be satisfied at home with one man. These guys know the way I am. They know I actually NEED it and want it desperately. like Lonnie says now and then...."you're a nympho and you can't help it". "
"It's the truth, doctor...," Ruby admitted. "So help me I am a NYMPHO! Anything and everything about sex fascinates me. I collect those male stag magazines that men leave laying around. I read them. I look at the pictures of naked men. I get hot and excited. I'll take the tapes of my sex-sessions with different guys inside. I'll play them while I'm laying naked on the bed, fingering my cunt as I read. Moans and groans really turn me on. I can hear myself panting and begging for it...!"
"Oh ... gawd ... OHOOOOO...!" I cry. "I want you to FUCK me. I want you to stick it in my mouth and make me suck it first. Then I want you to rub it down my belly. Stick it in my navel a little. Baby, rub it over my cunt. Tease me. Make me cry out for it. Oh-make me CRY-honey! Oh-gawd-but I love your damned hard dick. You got something that really turns me on, sugar. Oh, I can't wait any longer. PUT IT IN! Sock it to me, honey...! Now. ... ! "
"I'll scream and groan while he's shoving it in...." Ruby laughed. I moan and groan. I sound like a damn animal when a guy's coming at me with his dick. I'll crawl to him on my hands and knees if he tries to hold out on me. I'll let him shove it in my ass, in my cunt, or in my mouth. Anywhere he puts it is all right by me. Eventually I want him to fuck the hell out of my HOT ASS until I can't stand it anymore!"
"I guess of all the guys I dig Lonnie the most. He's the big Arkansas wrangler who-looks like he's been stompin' cattle all of his life! Lonnie can go the longest of most of the guys. But he wears out too soon to suit me. I can take on two or three men at a time. I've done it a time or two. In fact it's the kind of sex that satisfies me best. But most guys don't like sharing that well. Some guys hesitate to perform in front of another man. Other guys could care less. My husband caught me with two men one night. One was a well-hung Negro. He walked out on me. He just wouldn't believe me when I told him I needed constant sex. He told me I was trash!"
"These guys I work with at the truck stop seem to dig me...!" Ruby blushed. "Those two guys I got on tape took turns with me. I took on three one night. We really rocked that little van and rolled it around! You should have heard it on tape. Three hours of constant sex. I got that much on tape without them noticing. Two hours of it went unrecorded. I had one guy's cock in my mouth. Another guy's cock in my ass. And another one floating around somewhere in my CUNT! They felt like they were all fighting each other and meeting somewhere in the middle."
"Go on...."
"One guy kept shooting his sperm all over my body. The others laughed. They thought it was groovy that I could take on one cock right after the other and never tire out. I mean they slammed one into me and pumped about ten minutes. When the guy climbed off another replaced him. Ted, Joe and Ben were those three studs names. One was tall and lean, the other short and fat, and Ben was just big, wide and handsome. As soon as one cock went limp another guy fell on me. He'd jam into me without any preliminary. He'd thrust his hands under my buttocks, pull me up against his testicles, and really begin going to town on me!"
"God, baby...!" Ben laughed. "You really turn on to COCK. You must be one of them dames you read about. I heard about women taking on three men. But not one right after the other over and over again. You done got your cookies so many times you should be worn out. But you're still fucking like you just discovered you got a cunt. Baby-you sure got me fooled! You didn't look that hot when I first met you, but guys talk you know!"
"What do they say about me, Ben...? , " I whispered, tickling my fingernails over his buttocks.
"Aw ... honey ... you don't want to know...," Ben moaned, without loosing his rhythm. "I mean ... it's just stuff guys talk about. Measurements ... performance ... ratings . . you know. Truckers rate their women just like the different rigs they drive.-'
"Come on ... Ben...!" I shrieked. "Damit ... tell me what they say about me!"
"They say you're good, sugar...," Ben laughed. "They say you're HOT. That' you'd probably do it for FREE. Guys like you because you like what they do. You're not out for the money. They say you're one of those hot women who just can't say 'NO'. "
"Oh, a whore...?"
"No-a woman who loves sex. Who needs it with a PASSION...!" Ben laughed. "Baby ... if passion is what you need the three of us can satisfy you tonite I know!"
"You want to know the truth...," Ruby chattered. "They took the keen edge off my desire during that five hours of constant fucking. But they didn't satisfy me. The three of them pooped out after taking me on about five or six times. I mean they attacked me everywhere. If they got hard at the same time they shoved one in my cunt and one in my mouth. They nearly wore the springs off my mattress. I use a rubber sheet under the regular one. Keeps it from getting messy. Funny thing, is-Every woman at the truck stop-the waitress's-they know how I am. And they like me. In an office downtown I'd be the laughing stock of the whole place. But here-everyone kind of grins and understands. J guess it's a different class of people! Believe me I dig the difference. I like working around MEN. They give me much less trouble than women do. I like some women. But only a man understands me."
"I've met all kinds of men...," Ruby laughed. "And . . incidentally ... I've picked up a disease or two in the four years I've been working here. Finding who's the carrier is the problem. I had to lay off sex for a while cause of the medication. It nearly killed me."
"Even Mr. Margola the boss who hired me, got wind of my little scheme with the bus van...!"
Ruby laughed. "He was having a spat with his girlfriend when he asked me if I wouldn't take him out and give him a thrill like the other boys had!"
"I hear you make a real FUCK SHOP out of that thing...!" Mr. Margola, better known as 'Luther' laughed. "My gals been out of town with some other guy three days. How about taking me for a spin? Since you're working my guys over maybe I should get a cut of the action!"
"I thought my boss was going to come out and charge me for what I made off his truckers!, " Ruby gasped. "I was on the verge of getting angry!"
"I do it because I like it, buddy...!" I answered. "You got enough bread without cutting in on my operations. Shit-you don't pay me enough!"
"Stop beefing...!" my boss hollered. "I just wanted a FREE FUCK!"
"Sure-I even roll in the sheets with my boss now and then, Everyone who works there knows about it...!" Ruby laughed. "Luther's been around. He runs a few rackets on the side, I think. Anyway he's about the worst fuck I've ever had. I had to do all of the work to get him UP. He's so fat he has very little steam of his own. Two shoves and he's dry! Luther never guessed about me until he saw how angry I got when he went SOFT!"
"Baby ....," Lutyer laughed, zipping up his fly afterwards, "I see right now I ain't doing you much good. I thought the guys were kidding when they said you NEEDED it about as bad as a man!"
"Luther tried to satisfy me with his mouth...," Ruby chuckled. "But he didn't do too much good! My boss is a damn nice guy. I try not to take offense when he gets all hot and bothered and doesn't satisfy me. I try to be extra nice to him because he gave me a chance at a job I really dig!"
"I admit a lot of secretaries wouldn't want to do the kind of work I do...." Ruby laughed. "But some of the fringe benefits that I get include good pay, free insurance and all of the COCK that I can stand. For a girl with a real sexual problem this means everything. I'll never be turned down and laughed at again just because I got too chummy!"
"I got a problem, doc...." Ruby smiled, rubbing her hands over her sizeable breasts. "You see-I told you before I dig this Lonnie. He got kinda disgusted when his own penis gave out after a few hours. Lonnie is one hell of a STUD. But even he can't satisfy me. It's a shame! You know what that damn fool did? He went and bought himself one of those hard rubber sex organs that slip over his own penis and are held on by straps. The last time we went out in my FUCK VAN he got me down in the mattress and I thought he would never quit!"
"I knew something was wrong right off when he put it in me. I mean-it didn't feel right. It didn't feel naked! It seemed to dig deep and even hurt a little. When I began fooling around feeling it Lonnie laughed."
"I brought a SPARE TIRE this time Lonnie chuckled. "I got a damned solid prick that won't go down no matter how much I fuck. I'm tired of that certain look on your face when I go SOFT! I've worn some pretty damn good women out. You're the strangest heifer I ever met. But, baby, you've met your WATERLOO. Cause I ain't goin to stop fucking until you beg me to quit!'
"I didn't know if that was a threat of a promise. But I liked the idea. Having something solid that would never go soft pleased me even if it did feel strange. Lonnie kept working his hands under my buttocks. He shot a finger into my ass-hole as he pulled me up against his abdomen! He impaled me with that COCK until I thought I would see stars!"
"OHOOOOOO ... gawd ... Lonnie...!"
"I thought I could make you holler, baby!"
"OHOOOOOO. ... ! OHOOOOOO. ... ! "
"Lonnie was fucking me like crazy. He was thrusting deep and hard. I could tell he was excited and that his own cock was probably still stiff inside that hollow penis. Lonnie kissed me until my lips were soar. He kept pumping and pounding, grinding and rotating his hips in circular motions. I dug my long nails into his tee shirt. I wrapped my legs around his and moved upwards to meet his every thrust."
"OHOOOOO ... Lonnie...!" I gasped. "FUCK ME ... OH ... . .FUCK ME. ... ! "
"You better believe I will, baby...," Lonnie laughed, "you can bet your gawd-damned ASS I will!"
"OHOOOOOO...!" I screamed. "I felt Lonnie go soft inside. I could tell from the way his body went rigid that he was having his own climax. But the prick buried between my thighs remained RIGID. It didn't go soft for a single moment. Ronnie still kept working me fast and furious. He increased the tempo and depth of his thrusts."
"OHOOOOOO ... Lonnie...!" I screamed. "You're going to make me DO IT. Oh-keep fucking! I'm about to have an ORGASM...!"
"Sure ... baby...!" Lonnie sighed, perspiring through his tee-shirt. "I'm going to make you have them all night long, too!"
"Lonnie brought me to a series of fast and furious multiple orgasms. I was delighted to feel that perpetually hard penis working inside of me. I was thrilled beyond my wildest expectations. Lonnie had me screaming so loud as he kept pumping and pounding. His own cock had given out hours ago! I was climbing the walls. That guy knew how to work me to my peak, drop me down again, and build me up fast. He kept thrusting and pounding like some wild fucking machine! I went wild! I cried. I tore his tee-shirt to shred with my sharp fingernails. While Lonnie rested a moment and drank beer I made love to him with my MOUTH until he couldn't move. I had violent red violent red blotches all over his flesh. I pulled him back into the saddle and we fucked another two hours without stopping!"
"I gotta admit I almost got satisfied that night. I had one wild ORGASM right after the other! I had them as fast and as furious as the rapid fire from a Gattling gun. Finally, somewhere about three-thirty in the morning I collapsed and fell asleep besides Lonnie's naked cock!"
"In the morning...," Ruby spoke, with deep emotion in her voice, "Lonnie suggested that we get married. He said he hadn't been making out too well with his wife. That she was interested in someone else. He came out and even gave me an engagement ring to wear until we could both file for a divorce."
"Doc ... it's crazy...!" Ruby laughed. "Here I am almost in my forties. I'm as cock-crazy as any teenager. And this boy hardly in his thirties wants to up and ditch his family and marry me. He knows how fuck crazy I am and that I've balled every guy who's hauled a rig over our gravel. But he still wants me. Doc, this guy's gotta be nuts or so much in love he can't see straight ... ! "
"Go on...."
"I admit I got this special feeling for Lonnie Ruby admitted. "But it's not love. It's just that Lonnie's the best, fuck I ever had. But I wouldn't want to marry him and hurt him. I don't think I belong married to any man, really. like I don't want to belong to one man but to all MEN!"
"I don't think I could be faithful to one man if I wanted to. Not even Lonnie. I'm just too tempted around other men. I've decided to talk to you. This kid has his heart set on getting married. He's the only guy who's had sense enough to think of a permanently hard prick to work me over with. I admit to myself I'm using Lonnie. Using him to satisfy a very selfish and personal need. But, doc, I don't want to hurt the guy!"
"Maybe I'm schizoid or something ... . ! , " Ruby smiled. "I like my job at the truck stop. I don't ever want to give it up. I'll probably be fucking guys there when I'm fifty. Lots of young office girls wouldn't want to work around a bunch of rough truckers. But this job was tailor made for me. I want advice about what to do with Lonnie. I never thought any of these relationships would become personal. But apparently Lonnie thinks I'm more than just a good lay. He's a nice kid, doctor. But I don't love him. I just use him. I guess this kid has SEX and LOVE all mixed up. I'm strictly out for one thing. But I don't know how to tell Lonnie without hurting his feelings. Can you help me?"
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
Although nymphomaniacs make fascinating fictional characters in novels and movies few men would actually enjoy being married to one, and few women possessed of 'furor uterinis' actually get as much satisfaction from the sexual act as they would like.
As Roger Blake notes in CASEBOOK: FEMALE BEHAVIOR
"The average male may feel that he is ready for sex at almost any time. But if he had to have sex all the time, he would find his capacities sorely limited. Only the most astute and trained practitioners of coitus prolongatus or coitus reservatus ... are known to be capable of full time intercourse." (4)
The fact is most normal men do not satisfy the lusty desires of the nymphomaniac. Because her sexual desires are so compulsive the nymphomaniac is open and promiscuous about sex.
It is not that the nymphomaniac desires a variety of sexual partners that leads her into promiscuity. It is that her partners do not satisfy her. Most often they do not last long enough to provide her orgasm. So she begins an endless search for the right partner.
In THE SEXUAL VARIANTS Harvey T. Leathern notes ... .
"It is not so much the ability for numerous orgasms and erections that is hard to find in males ... rather it is the length of time he can sustain his erection that is important to her-time enough to bring about her desired orgasm ... With the nymphomaniac, the lack of the sought-after orgasm is a major calamity, she quickly discards a man who is unable to control himself long enough to accommodate her peculiar sexual needs. This is primarily the reason she has been labeled as promiscuous." (14)
Ideally the nymphomaniac needs a man who can sustain a constant erection for an indefinite period of time. Provided any one man could satisfy her the true nymphomaniac might not be promiscuous.
Ruby admits that Lonnie comes the closest to satisfying her. She admits a certain fondness for the youth who had sense enough to utilize an artificial penis when his own gave out. Yet she does not believe marriage would work for her.
I suggested medication to try and help Ruby with her sexual problem.
In THE SEXUAL VARIANTS Harvey T. Leathern observes...,"Many women, possessing insatiable sexual drives, find that life is unbearable and far too complicated if they continually give in to these excessive desires-so they control their affliction with certain tranquilizing drugs manufactured for just that purpose." (14)
Ruby will be under analysis for some time. She hopes to be able to control her desire with drugs. Only when this is accomplished will she make any decision about her future.
