Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered

Me? Trying a steady relationship with
one man? Ha ha! The very idea would have made me laugh out loud a few months
ago...even if the guy is like Mr. Universe’s brainy brother. I mean, come
on...there are over three billion men out there, and many of them I haven’t
slept with yet. But somehow, I found myself considering exactly that momentous
monogamous scenario. And to explain how that bizarre situation occurred, I need
to go back to the evening it all began. Let’s start in the middle of the
action, as it were, which if I remember correctly, is when I was...

***

...just about to get totally screwed in
my boss’s office.

‘Fuck!’ I
gasped.

Wow! This gave a
whole new meaning to the phrase ‘on the job training’...but I liked it a lot.
You see, I had just landed the best job in the world...or the worst job in the
world, depending on which way you looked at things. The way I was looking at
things at that moment was on my back with my legs in the air, and a hot guy
with an even hotter erection advancing fast on my rather moist and very
enthusiastic vagina.

I leaned back on
the office desk, and pulled my panties to one side, revealing a hot slit of
pink flesh that was practically screaming for some hard male action. My black
pencil skirt was already up around my waist, and my high heels dug into the
desk of my boss’s desk. I vaguely hoped she wouldn’t notice the scratch marks
later. But I wouldn’t have to worry about that until tomorrow. It was gone
seven in the evening, and the overtime I was putting in was strictly
voluntary...and I was very happy to volunteer.

I had had the
hots for Sven ever since I had met him earlier that day, my first day in the
office. He had that tall, sandy, Viking look that never failed to make my heart
melt. I had vaguely hoped that we might hook up sometime....but I hadn’t imagined
it would happen so soon, or be so direct. But I wasn’t complaining. I’m not the
smartest chick on the block, but I know better than to turn down some good
Swedish meat loaf when it comes my way.

The temperature
in the office seemed to have roared up by twenty degrees in the last five
minutes. Sven had spent those five minutes licking my pussy like no man had
ever licked it before...and that’s saying something. Now I could feel so much
sexual energy building that I felt I might explode.

‘Fuck!’ I said. I
was just expressing the pent-up lust that was growing fast inside me, but my
blonde-haired stud took the instruction literally.

‘OK,’ he said,
and a moment later, I felt a good seven inches of throbbing man meat plundering
my eager pussy. I was so wet that he plunged deep inside me with a single
stroke, and it felt as if his dick was going to reach up into my throat.

‘Fuck,
fuck...fuck!’ I said. To be honest, my vocabulary is a bit limited when I am
having sex, despite all the practice I’ve had. But Sven was anxious not to
disappoint, and soon the whole desk was rocking as be plunged into me, again
and again.

I was beginning
to like my new job...a lot! When I had applied for the position of Assistant
Editor on Hot and Hunky magazine, I had never dreamed I would land the job. But
somehow, the Editor had taken a liking to me, and here I was, trying to figure
out how things work in the world of glossy chick magazines. It was a big change
from the provincial newspaper I had worked on before. But like I said, it was
the best job in the world...heck, one of my duties was picking male models for
photo shoots...what sane woman in the world would turn that job down? Hanging
out with hot guys all day, and getting paid for it? Awesome!

But yes, it was
also the worst job in the world. I mean, how are you supposed to concentrate on
your work when you are constantly surrounded by hot hunks of man muscle? It’s
enough to make a girl weak at the knees.

Well, that was a
puzzle I would have to sort out later. Right now, I was too busy focusing on
getting well and truly fucked. My blouse and my bra were already on the floor,
and as Sven leaned forward, I could feel the rough hairs on his chest rubbing
against my smooth, naked breasts. My nipples reacted by becoming even more aroused
and alert, and when Sven took one in his mouth and sucked hard, I nearly came
on the spot.

I just missed
that time, but it didn’t take Sven long to turn up the heat for the real thing,
pumping into my pussy like the god Thor dishing out lightning bolts. I arched
my back and spread my legs wider so that he could plunge even deeper inside me,
and soon I felt the first tinges of orgasm welling within me. Those first
feelings grew and spread, and then my whole body was racked with an explosion
of pleasure. Sven paused for a moment, with his dick plunged deep inside me,
while we both enjoyed the pulsing sensation of my orgasm.

‘Oh, my God!’ I
screamed. See, my vocabulary is not so limited after all :) 

Sven was no
one-trick pony. ‘Doggie,’ he said simply. A little more courtesy wouldn’t have
gone amiss, but I felt I was in no position to act the polite young lady....not
while I was in the middle of getting a good shafting. So I rolled over
obediently and got up onto my knees on the desk. Sven expertly pulled my
panties down my thighs, slipped them under my knees and off over my ankles. I
got the distinct impression that he had done this a few times before. In fact,
he seemed to know his way around the female anatomy better than most gynaecologists
(and I’ve fucked a few). But that’s just fine with me...I like a man who really
knows how to pleasure a woman.

Sven spread my
legs wide apart to lower my vital organs, as it were, into shooting range. I
knew he was tall, but I was pleasantly surprised to realize he was tall enough
to enter me without having to climb onto a chair or anything. I had barely
caught my breath when I felt his very erect erection slipping deep inside me
once again. And when I say deep, I mean deep. Heck, you know what I mean
girls...there is nothing else on the planet that feels as good as getting
properly fucked doggy style...LOL!

Soon my
Scandinavian suitor was humping away like it was the last fuck of his life. My
skirt was now pushed up high around my waist, and I pushed my milky white bum
cheeks backwards to match the rhythm of his forward motion. His throbbing dick
pulsed inside me like a nuclear missile on red alert. Or maybe that should be
pink alert. Sheesh!. It felt so damned good.

Is it possible
to have too many orgasms? When I’m getting drilled from behind, I find they
come thick and fast. Well, what I mean is, I come thick and fast. Whatever....I
was coming now, with ripples of pleasure trembling through my body. Gradually
the pulsations subsided, and I waited eagerly for the next implosion of
pleasure....

...and then -
and I kid you not...you couldn’t make this up -  his cellphone rang, somewhere
in the pockets of his pants, on the floor. And to my astonishment, he pulled
out of me to answer it. As I lay there, straddling the desk wantonly like a
spare slut at a gangbang, pussy gaping where his dick had just been pounding,
he found his phone and started speaking in a strange language that I assumed to
be Swedish. Or Norwegian, or some other Scandinavian language. Who cares. I was
royally pissed off, and I hadn’t even got the bad news yet.

The conversation
was short, but made a profound effect on him. I looked round to see him hang up
with a look of panic on his face.

‘It’s my
fiance...I have to go!’

Fiance? Fuck me.
Or in this case, don’t fuck me...not properly, any way. Sven shoved his legs
into his pants, pulled his shirt over his head and ran out of the door with his
shoes in his hands. The bastard. I don’t mind sharing, but surely he could have
finished the job before leaving. That is, he could have come before he
went...if you see what I mean...

I climbed down
off the desk and got dressed in a foul mood. What was I supposed to do now? I
didn’t even have my faithful Rabbit Pearl in my handbag to take care of the
business for me. It didn’t seem fair. Sven’s fiance was probably about to get
the fuck of her life, now that I had warmed her man up for her. But what about
me? I felt like a right dick....except without the dick.

What a bummer. I
got dressed, and was about to storm out of the office when the phone on the
desk rang. The thought crossed my mind that it might be Sven’s fiance ringing
me to say what a great fuck she was getting. But that was obviously stupid.
Then I thought it might be Sven ringing to apologize, so I answered the phone
contemptuously.

‘Hello?’         

‘Hmmm...that
doesn’t sound like Vanessa...’

The voice was
deep and silky smooth and knocked me sideways. It sounded like one of those
voices that do the voiceover for action movie trailers. You know, ‘it was a
time for men to be men, and for real men to stand up and fight for their women..’
That sort of thing. I answered with a silly giggle like a dumb schoolgirl.

‘Oh,
sorry...Vanessa is not here. She’s gone home.’

‘OK. Can you
leave a message for her? Just tell her Brad called.’

Vanessa is my
editor - the one with the desks with heel marks on it. She was a good-looking
woman for her age, but if this guy was bonking her, then judging by his voice,
she was one lucky bitch. I was getting moist again between the legs. I knew
that was stupid. What can you tell about a guy from the sound of his voice? He
could be old, fat, bald and ugly. But he sounded hot.

My voice came
out in an embarrassing squeak. ‘Sure. I will tell her first thing in the
morning.’

‘Thank you. And
who are you?’ he enquired.

‘I’m Angel,
Vanessa’s new Assistant Editor...just started today.’

‘And you have
the voice of an angel, too!’ he purred. Yeah, I know it was corny, but I still
buckled at the knees. While I melted, the voice continued: ‘Have a good night.
I hope to meet you face to face soon.’ And then there was a click, and he was
gone.

My panties were
soaking, and I was hot to trot again, but still with no-one to trot with. So I
went home and vibrated myself to sleep with a little help from my friend, Mr
Rabbit, fantasizing about getting a real good stoking from the mysterious man
with the sexy voice, whoever he was.

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. What
a hussy. Well, bollocks to you, then. Anyway, what are you so uptight about...I
bet you’re not an innocent virgin, either, right? So get down off your high
horse and let me explain.

Sorry...I got a
bit carried away there. Didn’t intend to offend. But what I mean is, you’re a
woman, right? (If you’re not, clear off and get some proper male porn..that’s
what the Internet was invented for). And I guess you are not gay, or you would
be reading some of the great LGBT literature out there on your Kindle or your
iPad, or whatever device you hide your guilty pleasures on.

So the fact that
you are here reading this means you like dick...which means you’re not that
different from me really. So don’t get uppity. The only difference is that I
probably like it in larger quantities than you. It’s just a question of scale.
You’ve seen those women who can’t resist stuffing themselves with chocolate
bars and they end up looking like a whale? Well, that’s me, except that I
substitute cock for chocolate. That way, I can enjoy a good mouthful without
taking in any calories, plus I get a good physical workout afterwards. I call
it the Dick Diet. You should try it...it sure as hell burns up the kilojoules.
And it’s a whole lot more fun than the cabbage fucking soup diet...I’ll tell
you that for nothing. I should probably publish it...I could make a frigging fortune.