Was I a slut for flirting with a married man? I definitely enjoyed it. Soon as we got to my desk he cleared it off and shoved me face first against it.... I felt the cold top of the desk pressing against my cheek and whimpered. Richard got behind me held me down with one hand and undid my jeans with the other before violently ripping them down. I wasn't wearing panties and Richard pointed that out saying"No panties at work? I knew you were a slut!"He slid his hand between my thighs as I struggled. Valerie's first occasion to breach the subject was of course with Barry. She told the group that she was off to wash up. And as she expected, Barry was there already, waiting for her.He had run ahead and was breathing heavily from the exertion of his race. Valerie smiled at his exuberance for her body. She walked up to him and kissed the young man soulfully, pushing her tongue past his lips for his first frenchkiss.It took him by surprise to feel her tongue inside of his inexperienced mouth.. I screamed with joy as inch after inch went into my pussy. Finally, I felt his body pressed tight between my legs."Yea, baby," I shouted, "fuck my love hole, ride me hard."He drove me like a racecar, pounding his big, black cock into me and lifting my bare ass off the floor and slamming it back down with every thrust. I loved every minute of it. I never realized getting fucked could be this great. I didn't think there was anything more they could do to me to make it any better, but I was. Spoilt for choice, you might say.Sitting in the Winter Gardens, I noted down an idea and a few lines of dialogue for a new story, but then ran dry again. I shrugged mentally, packed up and crossed the road to the library. I'm afraid I rarely enter the library with a great deal of hope these days. Mostly if there's a book I think is worth reading I buy it (Often second hand from charity shops, I admit. Okay, I'm a cheapskate, but it's fun going through the shelves) On this occasion, I was happy.