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Kimberly Alston sat in a stall in the women’s room, just down the hall from New Frontiers Advertising Agency, wondering what the future might bring. She was the new secretary in the pool. New to the agency and new to the town of Clayton, population 50,000. And somewhere in those fifty-thousands she hoped to find a man. A new lover?
“Perhaps,” she groaned to herself as she sat idly running her fingertips over the throbbing lips of her cunt.
But did she really care about a new lover? She’d had a whole slew of disappointing love affairs in her twenty-five years of existence. Well, now, she had a new job and town to conquer. She decided for the moment that the only thing that mattered, that really counted, was her cunt. It was a hungry fuck-channel that needed her fingers and not her mind. It had a mind and need of its own. She had a date with Steve Parker in the evening, one of the agency’s junior partners, and she was determined to get some good old-fashioned fucking.
She needed it. Thinking about Steve’s cock had made her horny as hell and was interfering with her work. It was difficult to type when her cunt was itching for attention. And it would not be denied! Kim shuddered on the toilet seat, as she imagined a hard cock sliding in and out of her cunt. Yeah, thick and hot and very hard.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.