She liked it rough. She liked it hard. In any hole you fancied. She would take all you could give and still beg for more. She would probably still hav... enjoyed it without the payment, but as she told me one day, getting paid to fuck was her ultimate dirty fantasy so she was only too happy to help out 'her boys' - as she called us who had access to her body. Pregnancy wasn't a problem, - she was past all that, Aids hadn't been invented yet. Consequently she would go home after one of her working. . well because she was Steffany the Beautiful and he was Merlin the Boring.She was indeed a stunning beauty and she had a rapier wit to go along with her brilliant, insightful mind for business. He knew she was single (divorced), but he suspected that every hormone-charged male in the building was sniffing her trail and he didn’t like his odds. He never allowed himself to believe he stood a ghost of a chance with her.But now her parting comments had him wondering about that. What she’d said was. Looking up at him the whole time.“Jenny needs cock, doesn’t she”, he said loud enough for Chris to hear, and grabbed the back of my head with both hands and leaned into my mouth, simultaneously pulling my face towards his pelvis inching himself into me. His huge cock was more than I was used to, and I adjusted to accommodate the thickness. I closed my eyes and concentrated on giving Paul head, roamed his body with my hands, and bared down on him…aching to make him cum for me…wanting to. There was one spot open on JV cheerleaders that year; we both tried out and Andy got the nod. It didn't hurt that she had already started to wear bras. It didn't hurt that I was in the midst of the growth spurt that would bring to five-foot-ten. Whatever, the reason, Andy quickly left me behind on a trail of unreturned phone calls and obvious snubs. My only satisfaction was the dance, and walking in with hunky Alan.It was a short-lived triumph. Andy had a car, and I later learned that by.