Account Login
On ThePornDude Hall-of-Fame
When the girls liked being felt up and fucked by their coworkers
Well I'm glad I'm old and poor. I have the older gentleman syndrome, my memory is significantly limited, and I would appear sympathetic to a jury. Boy, as near as I can remember, in those years when we were single, or pretended to be single, or just felt up a girl because she was there, we walked around with a boner. It was the time when the women invaded the workforce, all pretentious about having a degree. They had pussy, and they got fucked just the same. Some over the top of the desk.
I'll tell about this one girl, Sandra as near as I can remember. Sandra was one of those girls that God placed a great rack on. Some tits that girl. He also gave Sandra that look, 'grab my crotch, will you?' Sandra was one of those girls who bent over the desk, and afterwards called you an asshole. But if needed, she bent over the desk again. She had some hot stuff, she claimed that her slit was better than those other girls. One time she pulled up these pants she had on and asked me if her slit was visible. Sandra liked being fucked and I knew it, so I fucked her. Of course she was a young coworker straight out of college who reported to me, when I was 29. As far as I can remember.
We had this HR woman, Claire. She was hefty, a nice word for fat. She was in charge of recruiting young women for the clerical and junior professional class. She had what she called the pencil test. She laid a pencil down beside the window and after the girl had passed all her other tests, she asked her to pick up that pencil for her. If she bent at the waist, she was hired, if she bent at the knees, it was "NEXT". Claire new how to hire, and she always prefaced her statement with she has a great set of tits. Claire was tit girl herself. Claire always followed up to see how long the new hire lasted before her cherry was popped at work. I heard, but not confirmed, that Claire liked pussy. And she hired girls who spread their legs for Claire.
Those were the times. One girl when I slapped her ass at work turned to me with her hand lifted, seeing me in the eyes she held her hand back. Asshole. That was their favorite word. Asshole or not, she let me get my hands on her, and test out those tits, and fuck her up that hot little slit she had. Asshole. She was something special, that girl was. I ended up marrying her before I took that assignment overseas. She wanted to learn another language. I never asked her how they said Asshole there.
I loved the old days when men weren't afraid of groping women and it didn't even occur to us that we could stop them from doing it. Kissing on a first date always included having your tits felt up, sometimes even under your blouse and bra. Sometimes you'd push them away or stop them from putting their hands between your legs or pushing their fingers inside your waistband.. .. but tits were free for the taking. I think that's why I fantasize about being groped by strangers. I'd love to be out at a concert or bar, or on a train or bus and having somebody from behind reach around and start feeling my tits.