Chapter 1

People are all different; we all have our own mixture of skills and abilities. Some of us are fantastic athletes, others play the violin beautifully, others are whizzes at Scrabble or crossword puzzles. My friend Mitch at work is a terrific whistler: he can do anything from the Blue Danube Waltz to Eric Clapton's "Layla", while I can hardly even make a whistling sound, no matter how much I try.

What I can do—and you're going to ask me to explain it, but I can't, at least not completely—is get people to do what I want. Almost all the time, and without much effort. And when it comes to women, that's a gift that comes in extremely handy.

About two hours ago, Mitch and were I wandering over from our offices to the mail-room, and we saw Amy Shinagawa posting notices on the bulletin board. Amy is one of this year's interns at our firm—we're a medium-sized ad agency, with offices in New York and here in LA. Like all our interns she's a college undergraduate, working here to gain experience in the hope of making a career in advertising.

Mitch and I both watched appreciatively as Amy stretched to reach a pushpin at the top of the bulletin board. She's only about 5'2", with a trim and very sexy body—tight butt, delicious firm little breasts, all her assets obvious in her tight skirt and sweater—and Mitch glanced over at me with a smile on his face.

"How'd you like to have that bouncing on your cock?" he said quietly. "I'm a married man and all, but still..."

I smiled back and nodded at him. "Never too old to dream, eh Mitch?" We laughed together, and he grabbed his mail from his box and headed downstairs to his office.

What Mitch didn't know, and what I had no intention of sharing with him, was that 74 minutes later Amy WAS bouncing on my cock—stark naked, up against the wall of my office, squealing and groaning as she orgasmed, her arms around my neck and her tongue half-way down my throat.

It could have been faster than 74 minutes, if I'd wanted—but I wasn't in any hurry. As I picked up my mail I casually said hi to Amy, and added, "if you have a minute when you're done with the bulletin board, could you come on down to my office for a sec?"

She said of course, as interns tend to do to partners in the firm, and about ten minutes later knocked on my door. I have one of the less prestigious offices—no corner office with a double view or anything—but it's quite private, with a pair of doors that keep sound out (or in) when they're both closed.

I asked her to sit down for a minute. Then, looking directly into her eyes I said, "Amy, I'd like you to cross your eyes for me please, for a few seconds." (Why on earth did I say that? I'll explain later.)

I watched carefully. As I began to speak her face muscles relaxed into a neutral, almost sleepy expression. And as soon as I'd finished my request, she crossed her eyes, focusing on the tip of her nose as most people do.

"Thanks," I said cheerfully. Again looking right into her eyes, I continued, "Amy, I'd like you to listen carefully. You're going to start to feel extremely attracted to me in the next few minutes. You'll return to your work, but within a half hour you'll find some pretext to come back to my office, locking the door behind you. Once you're here, you'll seduce me and get me to make love with you.

"After we're done, you'll get dressed again and go clean yourself up, making sure no one finds out about what we've been doing. And you won't remember why you did this—only that you had a sudden, very strong attraction to me and you acted on it by getting me to screw you. It will be a sweet, exciting but slightly embarrassing memory. You'll be ready and eager to do it again if the opportunity arises, but if it doesn't that will be fine too."

Then I sat back, and let my gaze move away from her. After a moment Amy's face came back to life and she stood up, still looking a tiny bit dazed. "I, uh, I guess I should get back to work, Mr. Maitland."

"Sure, Amy—but call me Dave please, okay?"

She smiled broadly and said, "okay—Dave!" Then she giggled and went out.

I grinned to myself and went back to work—I figured I had about twenty minutes or so to get something done. She was back in 23 minutes (I checked my watch), and her skirt looked even shorter by an inch or two. Had she rolled it up at the waist?

She locked the door and sat down in the chair opposite my desk, looking flushed and little nervous. "Mr. Maitland, I—"

"Dave, remember?" I said with a smile.

"Dave, I, uh ... I came back because—well I wondered, I wondered if I..."

She stumbled over her words, then went on. "if I could ask you for, for a letter of recommendation?"

"Of course, Amy! I'd be delighted. But you're not leaving us just yet, are you?"

"No, I—no, not for eight more months. But I figured that now might be a good time to talk to you about it."

I smiled to myself. Not a bad pretext, as such things go.

"That's fine—why don't you tell me a little about yourself, so that I can write a more convincing letter when the time comes."

She stood up, twining some of her long straight black hair around a finger nervously. "Could we, uh, would it be all right if we sat on the couch? I think I'd feel more relaxed."

We moved over to the long plush couch that sat against the far wall of the office. I sat comfortably at one end, and Amy followed and sat quite close to me—almost enough to touch. I could see through her sweater that her nipples were erect.

Amy started to tell me about her background, her upbringing and her interests, all the while looking more and more flushed. She swung one tightly crossed leg over the other, and a couple of times even unconsciously stroked one of her breasts with her hand. When I made some humorous remark she laughed energetically, and used her laughter as an excuse to fall towards me, pressing her breasts against my arm.

I responded by turning more towards her, so that our knees touched—and the contact seemed to arouse her further. She blushed and said, "can I tell you something else about me, something I've, uh, never told anyone before?"

"Sure," I said, and she gazed and me and said, "sometimes I'm incredibly attracted to older men. I don't mean like really old, but y'know, maybe 10-15 years older than me—like you."

God, I loved it when they did all the work! I said, "and do you ever do anything about that attraction, Amy?"

She put her hand on my leg, rubbing it up and down my thigh, and said quietly, "sometimes I want to." Then she leaned forward and I let her kiss me.

It was delicious. The first kiss from a ripe, beautiful young woman of about 20—and knowing there was more to come.

After the first kiss she backed off for a moment, looking at me, then kissed me again. Her arms went around me and in moments we were lying back on the couch, her on top of me, necking frantically.

I wasn't in any hurry, but she was. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off me, then sat up enough to yank her sweater over her head. Her bra and skirt and shoes followed, and then she was back on top of me, rubbing her gorgeous breasts against my bare chest and moaning like a cat.

I just had to touch that beautiful body, so I sat up and pulled her onto my lap. With her arms around me, stroking my hair, Amy kept kissing my mouth and face while I caressed her breasts. There are just no breasts like those of a 20-year old! Even those of my wife Diana, about as sexy a woman as there is on the planet, couldn't compete with Amy's.

Keeping one hand on her breasts I slid the other inside her black panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed short, and her pussy was soaking wet. She groaned when my fingers reached her clit and slipped between her wet lips, and I kept the groaning going by caressing her pussy and clit. In just a matter of moments, it seemed, she was coming, crying out in ecstasy and tightening her arms around me. I stroked her slowly as she relaxed, sagging against me.

Then she gave me another fantastic deep kiss and stood up. Smiling, she pulled my shoes off and got me out of my pants and boxers. "I want to suck you," she said, gazing at my hard cock bouncing in front of her face as she knelt down.

"Slowly," I said, and she was on me in another moment. It was fabulous, just unbelievable. She went very slowly, sliding down my dick a bit at a time, using lots of lips and lots of saliva, then easing her way back up to the tip. She alternated between the slow sliding in-and-out and just holding my tip in her mouth, circling it with her tongue. I simply couldn't believe that a 20-year old could give head this good.

I was in heaven, leaning back on the couch and letting her pleasure me as she watched my face. I figured we had time enough that afternoon for two rounds so I let her finish me, which she did after about fifteen minutes of extraordinary sucking. When I got close my hips started to jerk up at her, and she grabbed them to pull me in deep, so that the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat as I shot off into her. God, what a blow-job that was!

I lay back, drained, and she smilingly climbed back up next to me and snuggled in tight against me.

"Amy, that was fantastic," I said. "You are the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"But I still haven't had you inside me—could we..."

"Absolutely—just give me a few minutes."

We lay quietly, with my hands making lazy circles around her back. And after a few minutes her hand found my cock and started to stroke it, while I pulled her higher up on me so I could suck her nipples, switching back and forth every little while.

Her breathing quickened—she said, "oh, Dave, I really want you. Now, please?"

When I nodded she was back down between my legs with her mouth around my cock. It was still pretty soft, but within a few minutes that marvelous technique had me ready to go again.

"Ride me," I said, and she climbed up on top of me. I watched as she aimed me with her hand, then slowly lowered herself onto my cock. She was very tight, and she sighed over and over as she raised and lowered herself a bit at a time until I was buried in her up to the root.

She bounced on me for a while as I played with breasts, and after she came once I moved us around so I could fuck her doggie-style for a few minutes. I had plenty of control, having come once already in her mouth, and we just went on and on, with her gasps and squeals giving me plenty of incentive.

Finally I was about ready to come again, so I pulled out of her and turned her around to face me.

"Come over here," I said, leading her to the desk. I lifted her up onto it, her pussy right at the edge and her legs spread wide, and slid smoothly back into her, as she went "oooh". Then I said, "grab me with your legs," and I lifted her up with my hands under her ass, pulling her tight against me, and moved over to the wall so that her back was against it.

With her shoulders against the wall I could pick her up by her ass and drop her back down on my dick, so it plunged as deep into her as I could get. It felt incredible, and Amy went crazy, bucking and screaming each time I dropped her onto me. Within a couple of minutes we were banging each other at top speed, and she cried out one final time as I bucked and jerked into her, my orgasm so strong it made me dizzy.