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Though the closed world of various institutions and orders is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that effect us are also part of the makeup of some of today’s established and respected institutions and professions. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
SWINGING SECRETARY is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, she seeks a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form — a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most basic ambitions and desires — those of the flesh.
SWINGING SECRETARY — fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
Sara let her fingers slide down the man’s face to his shoulders, touching the firm-muscled flesh. Slowly she closed her eyes and moaned, her expression one of tortured anguish.
“Lick my pussy!” she whispered. “Oh God, chew it up and swallow it!”
The man spread the loose folds of skin that surrounded her tiny opening and leaned forward, sniffing the steamy aroma of her oozing canal. As her throbbing clit came into view, he touched it with the tip of his tongue, making Sara flinch with increasing desire. She tried to hump forward, to swallow his tongue into her pussy, but he held her back.
“Not so fast, baby,” he whispered, his tongue still on her clit as he looked upward through her silky bush of peach-colored cunt hair. He could see her face framed by the two melon-like tits that jutted upward, and saw the agony in her expression. “I… I want to make it good for both of us.”
Sara bit her lower lip, feeling the ache in her cunt become unbearable. Already her cunt canal was, convulsing, squeezing out a thick stream of juice, wetting the insides of her thighs. Small droplets clung to her pussy hair, glistening in the light like opaque diamonds.
The man gave her one last look, his gaze taking in her flaming red hair, her emerald green eyes behind soot-black lashes, the soft contours of her curved, body, her luscious coral-tipped tits, her wasp-like waist, her long, milky-white legs.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.