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"She wants you to, Al. She knows how much you love to jack off and she wants to help you. She does, Al. She wants to play with her ass...to fuck her asshole with her finger... and to look you deeply in the eyes and talk really dirty to you ... to tell you what she's doing to her herself...to tell you to keep stroking that hot penis of yours." Mary paused. I looked up at her, the beads of sweat starting to drip down my forehead. She stared right through me. I couldn't hold her gaze and I looked down at the picture and then nervously around the room. "Look at her, Al," Mary whispered throatily. I looked back down at the picture, and she said, "I bet you love jacking off to photos like this." I gasped and went into a panic, stammering idiotic-sounding denials: "No, uh...not really... I mean...well, it's not ... I ..." She softly but firmly interrupted me, just saying "Al" and staring at me. I stopped my yammering and she continued, a bit more deliberately and intensely, "You love how it feels to squeeze and stroke your cock while looking at her, don't you, Al?" I started my protests again, but before I could say much she cut me off: "Don't deny it, Al. I know you do." She stared at me, waiting for a reply. I sighed and tried to deny what she was saying, "Mary...it's not what you think...really it isn't...I mean, I guess I sometimes...well... Mary, damnit, this is so difficult ... don't you understand that ..." She cut me off in mid sentence, ignoring everything I was trying to say. "Your long penis feels so good when it hardens in your hand, doesn't it, Al?" Damn her! But I was paralyzed with fear. I hadn't wanted her to know about my masturbation, and I felt totally demoralized to see how much she was able to infer. All I could do was stare at her with my mouth open, my semi-hard cock twitching under the magazine on my lap. Despite my fear I was intensely aroused and mesmerized by her. She continued, slowly and deliberately, never lowering her gaze from my eyes, "Yeah, you love feeling it get hard as you stroke it. You tickle your balls with the fingers of your other hand. You spread your legs wide and you thrust your hips in rhythm ... in rhythm to the way you squeeze your prick with your fist. It's all covered with oil and you slide your hand up and down your burning, hard shaft as you pump your wet, spurting cum all over her ass." I was trembling and nervously fidgeting under her gaze. After a pause of a couple seconds she continued, "You love to do that, Al, don't you?" I looked down sheepishly. She quietly said, "Look at me, Al." I looked back up into her eyes and she continued insistently, but still slowly: "You love making sperm come out of your penis, don't you?" I murmurred, barely audibly, "Well, I ..." She interrupted, even more insistently, "Yes you do, Al. You love shooting it out all over the place. And you like to watch your penis as your semen spurts out. You stare at that creamy, white, thick sperm all over your penis, slowly, thickly oozing down all over it. Your sweet penis gets so wet and slippery, and you love playing with your sperm on you... rubbing your fingertips in it, smearing it into your soft, slippery penis." Another slight pause. "You do that, don't you, Al?" I was almost beyond resisting. She had me mesmerized and quite aroused. I managed to feebly protest, "Well...no...but I guess...well, some of what you said, anyway, but ..." "All of it," she corrected. "Every thing I described. Don't deny it," she said over more of my protests. "You can hardly wait to get home, open up the magazine to this picture, and take out your cock and jack off -- just like I just described. Don't deny it, Al. I know you can hardly stop thinking about what your sperm is going to look and feel like all over your dick when you make yourself cum." "Mary, please ..." I protested feebly, the words choking in my throat. "It's OK, Al. I understand." She spoke more softly and kindly. "Really, Al. Now listen to me." She paused and I looked at her to hear what she had to say. "You're embarrassed and scared of what I know about you," she continued. "Most men don't like women to know that they like to masturbate. They think it makes them less virile and macho. Well, Al, I don't care about any of that. Whatever you like to do to yourself is just fine with me, believe me." I nodded, although I was quite skeptical. She went on, "So Al, I understand how nervous you are that I know about your masturbation, but I assure you I won't tell anyone. Not a single person, Al. I promise." She seemed sincere, but I didn't trust her. I'm sure my skepticism showed on my face, because she continued, "No, Al. Really. I really mean it. I give you my most solemn assurance that I'll keep my word and never betray you." Her voice became an intimate whisper: "It'll be our secret, Al -- our intimate, totally private little secret." She leaned forward and touched my arm. "I'm glad I know some of your private pleasures, Al," she whispered. "It's so special, so exciting to have someone with whom you can share your forbidden secrets." She moved really close and whispered very, very softly while staring into my eyes. "Such sweet secrets, Al: all alone at home, nude on your bed, your eyes closed, your penis all covered with oil. It feels _so_ good to slide your fist up and down your slippery, hard shaft... ohhhhh, so _good_ ... imagining that woman in the magazine...that nude woman ... standing over you...making you jack off for her...making you pump out all your sperm...such intimate, hot, _nasty_ secrets, Al." All the while I was staring, dumbfounded. She put her arms around my neck and said, "You love your sperm, Al," as she slowly brought her lips to mine and kissed me long and deeply. After she was finished she breathed, "Yeah, you _do_ love your your sperm, Al...and your penis. It's OK. Don't worry, baby, it's our secret. Your sperm ..." she kissed me "... and your _sweet_ penis ..." she kissed me again "... are our private ..." another kiss "... intimate ..." and another "... hot ..." and still another "... _nasty_ little secret." With that she pushed me back down on the couch with her on top of me, this time hotly embracing me and squirming on me as she pushed her tongue down my throat and passionately kissed me for at least a minute or two straight. At first I resisted, however feebly, but soon I was tightly embracing her, fondling her ass, and grinding my cock against her willing groin. After I was drunk and dizzy with desire she stopped and got up off of me. As I panted and slowly dragged myself up off my back, I noticed that Mary seemed totally unfazed. She was quite calm and collected as she said, "Take off your clothes and masturbate for me, Al." Still recovering my wits, all I could do was feebly grunt an incoherent protest, which Mary brushed aside with, "I like having a man jack off in front of me." She gave me a slight leer and paused to let her words sink in. I would willingly masturbate for her, but not here...not with Rachael around. I was almost started crying. "But Mary ..." I stammered, choking on the words, "... please not here...I'm so...I'm so...well, I'm kinda scared and ..." "You're more than 'kinda' scared, Al: you're terrified." I swallowed and nodded. It was all I could do. She continued, "I want you that way." I looked up at her, surprised and pained. "It turns you on when you're scared, Al," she went on, ignoring my pleading gaze. "Being scared makes you _more_ turned on. Right?" I looked down and mumbled that she was probably right. "Don't deny it, Al. You _want_ this ..." she paused until I looked up into her hard gaze and then she continued, "... you want this very, _very_ badly, Al." As she said that as she put her hands on her breasts and slowly lowered them down the sides of her body, her eyes boring through me. "Feel the fear, Al," she said after her hands reached her thighs. She got up on her knees and leaned a little closer to me, saying, "Sex scares you, Al." She grasped each of my shoulders and moved her face closer to mine. She licked her lips lewdly and demonicly, and then said, breathing huskily, "I want you terrified, Al." She cupped my cheeks in her hands and moved still closer, licking her lips, breathing heavy, moaning, and making facial expressions as if she was fucking me or masturbating. I'd never seen anyone act so lewd and intensely arousing. My cock was hard in my pants. She then said, "So scared...and so _hot_ Al! Feel the fear. Feel how hot you are." She continued for a few more moments with this and then said, "I've barely gotten started, Al. This is just the beginning." She sat back and looked down at my lap. My erect cock bulged up in my pants. "And look how hard I've got you already." She looked back into my eyes and said, "Take off your pants and jack off for me." I really didn't want to do it right there in the office with Rachael in the next room. "But Mary," I pleaded. "Not here ... not with Rachael ..." She interrupted, "Rachael won't come in. She'll buzz me on the phone first. Don't worry. I meant it when I said I wouldn't betray your secret. She'll call and I'll just tell her you're in the bathroom ..." she paused for emphasis "... pissing." She hissed out the word and then licked her lips. She paused for a moment, staring, and then continued, "It wouldn't be far from the truth, you know." Another pause. "I mean...if you _were_ in the bathroom, you'd be holding your cock and watching your hot _piss_ stream out -- and that's what you're going to be doing here, Al -- except it won't be piss, of course." She got up and went to the chair across from me and sat in it, facing me. She said, just as slowly and deliberately as ever, "Now masturbate for me." I still did nothing, and she continued calmly, "I know you want to." A short pause. "You've been staring at my breasts all night." Another pause. "I'm going to play with them while you jack off." Always staring into my eyes, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open. She raised her hands to her breasts and slowly began to caress and tease them.
Continued in part 4...