Kathy, my secretary, was a whore. She was shacking up with an ex-con called Walt who, while looking like a dirt bag, bore a striking resemblance to John Holmes, my favorite porn star. She would come into work all strung out from her marathon sex sessions in front of a video camera with Walt and maybe a friend or two. Shed freely admit this and regale me with stories of his 9-inch cock and how he would go for hours.
Id ask if she was telling the truth and shed insist. I asked for her to bring in a tape and she always said yes, but never brought one in. She said that I wanted to see his cock began calling me punk. After a week of asking, I gave up. Now, Walt was always driving her to and from work and I dont know what made me think that she wouldnt tell him that I wanted to see the tape. For another week I thought I was in the clear, I stopped asking and he or she never brought it up.
One night Walt came in to pick up Kathy and she was at the copy room putting some books together. He came into my office and walked over to me sitting at my computer. He holds his fist up to my face and asks: "what do you think would happen if this hit your face, punk?"
I didnt know what to say. I didnt know what he was doing. Than he began laughing and said he was only kidding. "dont be such a punk, I was only fuckin with ya"
I breathed again and managed a weak laugh, but he didnt move away from me. I was still sitting and he was a foot away, just smirking at me. He was a hot fucking dirt farmer. About 62", blond nappy curly hair, really sinewy with long ropy muscles, just like Johnny Wad. His clothes were filthy from the days work and he smelled like dirt and sweat, a really hot combination.
Id ask if she was telling the truth and shed insist. I asked for her to bring in a tape and she always said yes, but never brought one in. She said that I wanted to see his cock began calling me punk. After a week of asking, I gave up. Now, Walt was always driving her to and from work and I dont know what made me think that she wouldnt tell him that I wanted to see the tape. For another week I thought I was in the clear, I stopped asking and he or she never brought it up.
One night Walt came in to pick up Kathy and she was at the copy room putting some books together. He came into my office and walked over to me sitting at my computer. He holds his fist up to my face and asks: "what do you think would happen if this hit your face, punk?"
I didnt know what to say. I didnt know what he was doing. Than he began laughing and said he was only kidding. "dont be such a punk, I was only fuckin with ya"
I breathed again and managed a weak laugh, but he didnt move away from me. I was still sitting and he was a foot away, just smirking at me. He was a hot fucking dirt farmer. About 62", blond nappy curly hair, really sinewy with long ropy muscles, just like Johnny Wad. His clothes were filthy from the days work and he smelled like dirt and sweat, a really hot combination.