She had placed an ad on an online site that people used to find
sexual partners. It read:

"Fit attractive woman seeks position as a sexual servant. Safe
sex and no pain are my only limits."

She got a lot of replies that she ignored. She was waiting for
the right guy. Months went by before she finally recieved an
email that sparked her interest.

"I'm an attorney in my late sixties. I am looking for a girl who
will be on call to visit my office and residence when I am in
need of sexual relief. If you accept this position you will not
be allowed to speak or experience orgasms in my presence. I have
no interest in getting to know you. I don't want to know your
real name, your age, where you live, or anything else about you.
I never want to hear your voice.  I only wish to use your body. I
can gaurantee that condoms will be used at all times and that you
will not be injured. If you are interested in this opportunity
reply with the word yes and nothing else."

Intrigued, she sent back the simple one word reply and waited.
Soon she recieved another email from him, detailing a time and
address for a meeting the next day. The address seemed to be
located in a business park, and she assumed it was his office. It
seemed like a safe place to meet.

The next day she pulled up to his office building and parked her
car. She had decided not to dress in an outragiously slutty
fashion. She did not know if he had a secretary or business
partners that would be offended if she looked like a hooker. She
was wearing a mid-thigh length flared skirt, a soft fitted
sweater, and some sensible pumps.

When she entered the building she found herself in a waiting
room, being greeted by a receptionist. "I have a one o' clock
appointment" she said. The receptionist was expecting her, and
led her down a hallway, opening the door to an office and
ushering her inside before returning to the lobby. She found
herself in the typical lavish attorney's office, all leather and
wood, being ignored by an old gentleman in a suit who was engaged
in a phone call. She nervouslly took a seat and waited.

When he hung up the phone he swivelled his chair around and
stared at her. An awkward silence ensued. He said nothing, and
she remembered that his email had said she should not speak to
him. Finally he said, "Stand up, spread your legs, and put your
hands behind your head". Standing in front of his desk, she did
so. He continued to stare at her silently, then rose from his
chair and walked around the desk. He just stood there for a
moment, looking at her, and then he walked a slow circle around
her.

Without speaking to her or asking her permission he came up
behind her and felt her breasts through her sweater. She stood
still, a bit shocked by his boldness, as he handled her.  He took
one hand and snaked it underneath her sweater and bra so that he
could grope one of her breasts flesh to flesh. The other hand
found its way underneath her skirt. He groped and fondled her
asscheeks, and then slid his hand around her front to cup and
knead her panty clad pussy. She kept still and quiet, hands
behind her head, staring at the wall. Despite having fantasized
about such treatment she found herself somewhat angry and
indignant, but she still let him have his way.

He slid his hands off of her body and backed away. "Go lean over
my desk" he said. Her stomach was a ball of nervous tension as
she walked behind his desk and bent herself over at the waist,
laying her upper body on the cool wood surface. He walked up
behind her and pushed the fabric of her skirt over her asscheeks,
letting it fall around her waist. He peeled her thong panties off
of her ass, lowering them just below her pussy. She felt the cool
air brush her privates as she heard the crinkling of a condom
packet being torn open and the sound of his zipper being lowered.
She stood still and quiet and let it happen.

He groaned softly as he pushed into her. He pumped himself in and
out of her slowly, gripping her hips. He sighed softly as his
pace increased, then grunted animalistically as he shuddered and
dumped his cum. It happened quickly and through it all she was
just a receptacle. It didn't hurt her, but it didn't provide her
with pleasure, either. She simply let him use her.

He pulled out and she listened as he removed the condom and threw
it in the trash, pulled his pants back on, and then settled back
into his chair. "Fix yourself" he said. Standing up she reached
behind herself to pull the thong back into place and smooth her
skirt back down. She smoothed her hair back into place and turned
to face him.

"I'm interviewing several girls for this position", he said.
"I'll contact you if I'm interested in using you again. You may
leave now." With that, he picked up the phone and began dialing
another business call. She let herself out.