Karen and the Typing Test

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It was the early 80s. I had just gone through a nasty divorce, and had moved back to the small southern town I grew up in, and started working for my dad again at his employment agency. His office was an old house that had been converted to office space. It’s important later, bear with me!

The old living room was in the front, with a short hallway leading past my office door going to the supply room and the bathroom. The wall to my office was the common wall to the living room, with an IBM selectric typewriter just outside my office door against that wall, where people took typing tests looking for secretarial work.

Karen was my dad’s secretary, and truly a blessing to a bitter young man fresh out of divorce hell! Also reeling from a recent divorce, she was a few years younger than me, with golden shoulder length locks and piercing blue eyes that riveted me, in spite of her curvaceous body. She was just about 5’2″, not a thin, boyish frame, and not the “DD’s” most guys feel they have to write about, this body was a real woman’s body, tempting breasts that were definitely too large to get all the way in my mouth (though I was determined to try!) . Her hips were full, curvy, and just begged to be traced by finger and tongue, across that delicious round ass to (what I was sure was) my special playground.

We’d played and teased for weeks, and had already had some incredible slow passionate sex (let me know if you want to hear more!) a time or two. But not on this day.

Karen wore an emerald Antalya Escort green dress that day, with golden hoop earrings, and pumps (not CFM’s, only about a 1-1/2 to 2″heel) that matched her dress. Black pantyhose traced those strong, flowing legs up past her knees and disappeared under the green satiny fabric that hugged her full, sweet ass, and caressed her tiny little mound of a belly. She was utterly delicious.

She kept walking in to my office, rubbing my crotch, and making out with me, teasing me unmercifully, sucking on my tongue, then leaving me standing there with a painful erection, knowing full well there would be no work done on that day. After about two hours of this torment, a lady came in, looking for a secretarial job. Karen had her fill out an application, then proceeded to return to my desk, where she immediately started rubbing my barely diminished erection back to diamond cutting form. When she heard the lady start fidgeting, she quickly stepped back in the front office, and had the lady sit down at the typewriter and start warming up for a typing test. She then walked past my office and looked at me smiling, licking her lips as she went into the rest room.

When she returned from the restroom, I noticed she didn’t have her pantyhose on anymore. I just thought that was odd, and tried to maneuver my erection into a less painful position as she talked to the lady at the typewriter. Karen then returned to my office with something in her hand. She motioned for Antalya Escort Bayan me to stand, then turned her back to me. She held up the stopwatch with her right hand, bent over at the waist, pulling up her dress to reveal a very wet bare pussy, and said in a loud voice for me and the lady around the corner “You have five minutes. You can start now!”

The typewriter started clattering as I yanked my prick out. As I began to try and ease it into her, Karen grabbed her lower legs and rammed herself back against me, impaling herself, and damn near knocking us both over. Rising to the occasion through the fog of surprise, I grabbed her hips and began to slam into her, hoping that I might last two of those five minutes at that pace! Her pussy was so incredibly hot, and I was beginning to understand what was going on. The thrill of possibly being discovered had her in near-meltdown mode. She started moaning, quietly at first, then louder, “ummmmm, uuunnnhh…OOOOH!”, until I was concerned she was going to be heard over the sounds coming from the typewriter. Sweat started to pour from my forehead as I wondered what to do. I leaned over her, and covered her mouth with my hand. She looked back at me and held up the stopwatch. I could see I still had 3 and a half minutes to go. Then she bit down on my hand!

“AACK!” I exclaimed. The typewriter stopped just as Karen slammed into me and reached back with one hand, grabbing my ass and holding me still, deep inside her. She gyrated once, Escort Antalya then again on my rock hard member, then the typewriter started its stuttering tattoo again. I slammed into her again with a vengeance, her steaming wetness greedily slurping at my prick, the sweat dripping in my eyes almost blinding me. I still held my hand over her mouth, twisting her head back at an awkward angle as she keened into my fist, looking back over her shoulder at me with glazed eyes. Her sounds grew more insistent, less rhythmic, and she started spasming into me as her orgasm began.

I thought I was King of the Universe there for that second, then my tightening balls began to unleash a torrent of hot seed that flooded her already drenched pussy. We pounded each other a few more times, slowing as our moment receded. With a final pull, I gripped her lovely hips and slammed her into me, releasing her mouth with my hand, and held her still while I shot the last spurts into her. The sweat poured off me. My shirt was soaked, and I could feel a drip working down the middle of my back as I stood up. Karen nonchalantly stood upright, looked back at me and winked, then hit the stopwatch. “Time’s Up!” she said.

She stepped to the door as the typist finished and started pulling the paper out of the typewriter. I looked down at my pants. The front was soaked around the open zipper with our fluids, and there were droplets all down the legs as well. I heard a tap as Karen rapped on the door, then moved her side up against the doorway and pulled the rear of her dress up to reveal the fruits of our passion running out of her and down the insides of both legs. She turned her head back to me, winked once again, then turned and walked around the corner as I heard her say to the lady, “OK, let’s see how YOU did.”

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