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that we could have many wonderful experiences together.
Should you agree, wear a red rose in your lapel at work tomorrow
and I will identify myself at some stage during the day to you by
saying the words 'we are as one.' Should you not be wearing a rose,
I will not contact you again.'
    The letter was
signed 'your devoted admirer'.
    She leaned back
on the settee, her mind whirring rapidly through all of the female
staff in the office building. One by one she discounted nearly all
and smiled then as she thought of little typist in the outer
office, the teasing little bitch with the big, brown cow-like eyes
that always seemed to be looking whenever Helen glanced at her.
    Helen stretched
her legs out and parted them wide, her fingers pressing the thin
material of her leggings and the gusset of her panties into the
soft inner lips of her pussy. She rested her head back and closed
her eyes; her fingers rubbing and circling now on the hard bump of
her clitoris. The pace increased and her hand rubbing in a steady
rhythm as she visualised the teasing little slut as she sat at her
desk typing. Helen moaned and shifted her hips as the sensations
washed over her and her fantasies became more real. Her mouth hung
open and her back arched as she rubbed furiously now at her sex.
She tensed and cried out, her whole body locking in tension before
she emitted a huge sigh and then allowed her body to slump back
sated.
    She moaned
softly in a blissful state of post orgasm, her thoughts on the pert
little backside and slender thighs of the young typist.
     
    ***
     
    Gordon was
naked and tied to a chair at the side of their huge double bed. His
wrists were bound securely behind him and then to the back slats of
the chair, his ankles were bound one to each front leg and he sat
silently ogling his wife. His mouth was firmly gagged and his erect
cock stuck up from his lap in pulsing erection, the bulbous head
purple in colour as the blood pumped excitedly into it.
    Kathleen stood
close to him in her short flared skirt and thin, long sleeved
blouse. Three buttons were open down the front to expose her
cleavage and her little uplift bra forcing her orbs into a firm and
tempting roundness.
    "I have a
little surprise for you tonight, Gordon, the boy I called down the
stairs to is going to fuck me for real, and you are going to
watch."
    Gordon's head
thrashed from side to side and he struggled hard at his bonds but
to no avail. He grunted and raged into his gag but only muffled
protests were heard, his cock however, jerked in uncontrollable
spasm at the thought of his wife actually taking another cock up
inside her. He could do nothing but sit and watch as he heard the
youth climbing the stairs and heading toward the bedroom.
    "Oh what?" the
black youth gasped, the smile dropping from his face as he entered
the bedroom, "who the hell is he?"
    "A friend,"
Kathleen stated, "he likes to watch, nothing to concern yourself
over. Come now; sit on the end of the bed like a good little
boy."
    The youth
allowed himself to be guided, absently and in a state of shock he
complied and sat as directed. This he hadn't expected. He had
visualised himself taking charge, of stripping her, pushing her
back on the bed and humping her till she wailed for mercy. He had
to admit to himself though that the thought of doing just that in
front of another man, her boyfriend probably, did have a real 'turn
on' value.
    Kathleen
positioned herself before and a little back from the youth; she
beamed a smile at him then dropped her expression to become one of
set seriousness.
    "Strip you
little toad, show me what you have to offer and then I will decide
if I will allow you to fuck me."
    The boy, proud
of his body readily complied, pulled off his clothes and made much
of standing to drop his underpants, he stood with chest pushed out
and head high as he displayed his long, thick cock as it rose in
arousal. The long member rose and twitched until it stuck out from
his thick thatch of