I very much enjoy your magazine, especially your readers’ fantasies. I would like to pass on a fantasy of mine that I find particularly arousing.

On a Saturday morning, I come into the office to do some work on a proposal, but instead of working in my own private office, I go to the centralized automated systems room to use one of the terminals. At about one o’clock I hear the main door, which I had locked upon entering, being opened. It’s not often anyone comes in on a Saturday, so I get up to look. It is my secretary, Pamela, and her boyfriend, Sid, whom I had met at our company picnic in July. I hear her say, “See, I told you no one would be here.” They then move off toward the partners’ offices. Actually, I share Pamela with two other partners, and her desk is conveniently located in front of our three offices.

Curious as to what is going on, I quietly walk out of the ASR and down the short hall to the common reception area. Pamela is showing her boyfriend my office and saying, “Now you go in and get comfortable and pretend you are Mr. McCormick.” That’s me, I say to myself, totally confused.

Pamela goes to her desk and turns on her word processor and starts “working.” Pretty soon I hear her boyfriend’s voice call out, “Pamela, come in here, please.” She gets up and goes into my office. I step quietly over to the coatrack, from where I can look into my office and not be seen. I see Pamela standing in front of the desk. Sid, pretending to be me, is saying that now that she has been working here nearly a year, he wants to have a serious talk with her. He asks her if she likes her job, and she replies that she is very happy with it. He goes on to say that he finds her very attractive and is very interested in having a “closer relationship.”

Pamela acts surprised and offended, at which point Sid gets mad and says that if she really likes her job and wants to keep it, she should do her best to please him. Pamela says she isnct that kind of girl and besides, he is a married man with grown children. Sid says, most firmly, that that is bullshit and that she has been teasing him for months with short skirts, peekaboo blouses and knowing looks. Pamela says she hadn’t meant any harm.

Her boyfriend then asks her if she isn’t more than a little interested in him, and in soft voice she admits that she is. He says she has been driving him crazy and that he wants to fuck her right here and now in the office. First, though, he is going to punish her for teasing him.

Standing up and moving around the desk, Sid orders Pamela to bend over the desk and pull her panties down. He picks up the metal ruler that is part of a set in a leather case on my desk. Pamela protests, and he reminds her that if she wants to remain in her cushy job, she’d better do as she’s told. She says, “What if someone comes into the office?” Her boyfriend answers that it’s after working hours and the cleaning crew doesn’t come in until very late.

I watch in fascination as my secretary slips her skirt up and begins tugging down her bikini panties. She is incredibly petite, five-two and less than 100 pounds. As she slips her pink panties down and bends over, exposing the cutest little ass I think I’ve ever seen, I get an instant, throbbing hard-on.

Her boyfriend steps behind her with the ruler and says he’s going to punish her for being a prick-tease. She pleads, “No, Mr. McCormick, please don’t.” He gives her a moderate slap across the ass, causing her to yelp. He then begins massaging her asscheeks, asking if that makes her feel better. I can tell from her squirming that she likes it. Sid then proceeds to whack her, and massage her a little more forcefully, another four times.

Pamela’s boyfriend informs her that now he is going to fuck her, and she moans, “Yes, Mr. McCormick, fuck me. Please fuck me!” he unzips his walking shorts and produces a fair-sized but not extraordinary cock and proceeds to rub the head over her wet pussy lips. Pamela cries out that she wants his cock in her pussy now!

I watch transfixed as this young man pretending to be me fucks my secretary as she lies sprawled face-down across my desk. I can’t restrain myself from stroking my own cock vigorously. Sid and Pamela come together with shrieks and exclamations of delight.

Sid then tells Pamela to get her clothes on and get back to her desk, but that anytime he asks her to bring in the “Bennett file,” she is to get into his office on the double and take her pants down because he is going to fuck her ears off. She responds with a “Yes, sir, Mr. McCormick.” I retreat to the ASR and Sid and Pamela leave shortly thereafter. I am siting in my office writing this and looking at my metal ruler in its leather sheath, and thinking when shall I start calling for the Bennett File?