One summer after military service, I was lucky enough to find a job I could just quit from without complications, as a security officer for a giant industrial park. My supervisor, Paula, was a thin, gray haired lady that looked like a leftover from the psychedelic era a generation ago when I was, like, a tot. Her face looked like a chalk mask and her body reminded me of Popeye's girl, Olive Oyl. The job started in the Spring and I had a plan to walk off to start college in the fall.

When I began I was issued a uniform, a big key and a clip-on radio. If I ran into burglars or criminals I was to call 911. The whole thing was BS to me but I needed the cash. Paula told me that my first night she would accompany me and take me to all the check points on my route, where I had to open a box with a key and press a button, signaling and marking my presence there.

So, with my newly pressed security uniform and Paula in the passenger seat, I drove off not realizing how fucking large that place was. We drove until the sun set and into the night, breaking for "lunch" at midnight, then eating what I had packed for myself. We went into a building that had meal machines and Paula whizzed her credit card and got soup, offering the only words other than instructions that she spoke to me till then, "Want some." I said, "No thanks." I bought a diet coke and she got a Yahoo chocolate drink and we drove on.

An hour later Paula seemed restless in her seat and I stopped the car and asked if she was ok. She said, "I need some cock, plenty of it, NOW! Thinking I did not hear right I said, "Excuse me?" She took my right hand and stuffed it down her skirt down to her crotch, which was bald and wet as hell. My thoughts raced and nothing was making sense to me. She told me to get in the back and she followed me there. She began to frig herself, moaning and repeated, "I need cock, NOW!" I smelled my wet hand and my cock stirred, rising to the call.

Puzzled and confused, my cock seemed to respond to her demands. She pulled up her entire skirt to her waistline, took her cotton drawers off and mounted me, proceeding to give me a fucking like nothing I had ever imagined. Her hips moved like a machine on ball bearings, in many directions, treating my cock to a feast of fornication.

While we fucked I thought, this lady is just an insane sex addict. I came inside her vagina again and again. She rested herself on my chest and I could smell the faint perfume she had on. It was exotic and strangely alluring. I got hard again and, after wiping herself off with her large cotton drawers, she began to fuck me again.

After an hour I took control of the fucking and did her in every way conceivable, hearing her coming time after time. I would come and in 15 minutes be ready again. I seemed to be in a spell of hers. We did it for a total of three hours and finished my tour as the early morning sun came to the horizon. I could not believe any of this. When going off duty I said, "See you tonight" and she said, "Yes, I won't be driving with you but we can fuck before you go out, I can meet you at midnight at the meal building then we can do more after you return."

We did that every night of the entire summer until I quit for school. I never saw her after that but by the time she did me for that entire summer, she owned me. I never forgot Paula, especially when the mood to masturbate shows up.