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The plug was removed. He slid his cock into the now enlarged hole, with one push. I can’t say that I enjoyed it, but this fuck was for him, and he pounded into me harder then any man had ever done before. It was, of course, the first time any man had fucked me there. When he cum, I told him, “Peter, I must get back to the office.” As I drove away, I thought, “That’s two.” This was the first time that I have sat in the president’s chair with toilet paper stuffed into my pussy so that I would not drip cum. Later, at home, while running the vacuum, I sang over and over, “Cock, cunt, pussy, ass, fuck.” Without a doubt, I am the only University president singing such a tune.
Two weeks later, I was at a mall some distance East of the city. I sat on one of the benches, inside, at the entrance to Sears. One of the janitors was sweeping near by. He caught me staring at his groin. He was a hunk, about thirty years old, and well built. He walked over and put his left foot on the bench. His groin was now less then two feet from my face.