"Then get it somewhere else!" she shouted, throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed. "I'm sick of being used as a garbage can for you to empty your stinkin' own into,"

Sitting in his office thinking about it, Paul couldn't understand how the lovely young girl had changed so much. It was unbelievable how her intense passions had been so completely dulled over the last year.

Paul's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his secretary entered the office. Marcia Long had been his secretary for four years, and he'd often balled the beautiful redhead on the office sofa before his marriage to Kathy. Now they enjoyed nothing but a platonic relationship.

"Hi, Paul," she beamed, her full breasts pointing out saucily in her tight black sweater.

"Hello, Marcia," he smiled wanly, his thoughts still with Kathy.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "You look depressed."

"I guess I'm just tired," he sighed.

"Your little blonde's probably fucking you to death," she teased.

"Hardly," he laughed. "I wish that were the case

"Aren't you getting enough?" she giggled.

"It's not funny," the man sighed. "I'm not getting any."

"Poor boy," Marcia whispered in a teasing voice. "Doesn't she take good care of you like I did?"

"Christ, no."

"That'll teach you to marry a little kid when my pussy was available," she kidded.

Not answering, Paul just stared absently at her shapely legs beneath the short skirt. Raising his eyes a bit, he could clearly visualize her once familiar little, cunt nestled in the soft patch of red pussy hairs between her smooth creamy thighs. Marcia was an exceptionally attractive girl in her early thirties with a lusty love for fucking, The woman had received many proposals in her life, but had chosen to remain single, knowing that no one cock could ever satisfy her sexual needs.

"D'ya want me to relieve you like I did in the old days?" she teased, sitting down on the edge of his desk.