I’m a twenty-five-year-old secretary at a rather prestigious brokerage house on Wall Street. And every day, usually while I eat my lunch in my cubicle, I fantasize fucking the company’s chairman of the board.

He’s a little seventy-year-old man with a halo of white hair surrounding his bald head, a crinkled-up bulbous nose and a genteel manner. I think he’d be a wonderful bed partner.

Most of the men in the office where I work think I’m one of the sexiest women they’ve ever met. They’re always coming on to me, telling me how beautiful I am. The compliments are nice, but I’m not some naive kid. I know what these young guys really want. They just want a one-night roll on the feathers, a suck, a fuck and a smoke. What do I get out of it but maybe a dinner and cab fare... Leer Más