Damn, the things that go through my head when she’s around. I wait look forward every day to seeing her. She’s sexy, masculine. Like a young boy. She stands in my office and we chit chat, but she knows that I’m waiting. Waiting for her to make a move, waiting for her to step in and close the office door.

Her small frame and stature makes me want to almost mother her, but her talk, her style and her personality tells me that I never could. She flirts like a man. Aloof and almost unavailable, but teasing. Tempting. Interested, but passive. I back off the conversation, unsure.

Did I tell you to stop? she says.

It’s hard to fantasize about her, because it’s not the picture I would have imagined. Not the lipstick lesbian you see in porn movies, or the ones I see in my head, but a smaller framed, tougher, younger boyish girl. I want to see her naked, in her strap on. I want to suck her cock. I want her to fuck me. I want to bring her into my bed, with Mr. Unfamiliar and be fucked by both of them. I share this with her. With her, and him- I could have two cocks, and a girl at the same time. Sucking his cock, while she fucks me from behind. Licking her pussy while he fucks me. As good as two guys, but better. So much fucking better. The beast overwhelms me, urges me to speak. I share this with her- my fantasy. To be taken, overpowered, fucked in every hole, by both of them. Him. Fucking me and making me his whore. Her, taking me and pulling me to her. Tasting her, touching her, feeling her. Me, hot and crazed- flesh and limbs- sweat and sex, sticking to my skin. Covering me in fuck.

Mmm, she says slowly, but I don’t share. I know how to use my cock, you wouldn’t need another one.

fuuuuucckkkkkk……..