I Became Filled With Lust And Desire, Uncontrollable

I was truly asexual growing up. I had no feelings for or against anyone, but I wasn't interested. I went through all of my schooling never dating anyone. I had a couple of friends, but my social life was my parents and grandparents. So when the following happened it caught me totally off guard.

I degreed in law and was working for an established law firm. It was very conservative and everyone wore suits and the women wore dresses or 'male' shirts and skirts. I was at the secretary, typist, stand, a high bar overlooking her work area where we left our papers to be typed. I was chit chatting with her when a hand grabbed my 'bum' and then proceeded to pat and caress me. I was caught by surprise and although I turned to face him, I didn't know what to do.

He smiled at me, took my face in his hands, and proceeded to kiss me on the mouth. A very long kiss, and I lost my footing, and I felt sensitive both in my breasts and my intimate area. When he stopped kissing me I stood and just stared at him, and with one hand on my breast whispered to me that I needed to get laid.

The typist kept her head down and after he left she smiled at me, a smile of 'I know what is going to happen to you'. I didn't realize it, as I kept to myself, but I came across as a stuffy upper class and there were bets around the firm as to who and when I was getting laid. The typist changed her bet, placing the bet for a week and by John. Name, rank and serial number.

John came by at the end of the day and suggested supper. We went to this small place and he placed the order for me and was very eloquent and told me about his days in Hong Kong where he had done his service, before studying law. He was a golden child in the firm. single, a player, with a reputation to maintain. And I was his reputation at the moment.

He walked me to my flat, I lived about a twenty minute walk from work, and he inspected it top to bottom. A small flat so there wasn't much to see. He returned to me and asked me if I wanted clean sheets, the sheets on the bed were fine with him, but he told me some girls like clean sheets on their 'wedding' night. I had nothing to say, I was fully aware of what was happening, I was unable to act, to escape. He undressed me piece by piece, one piece at a time, until he had me totally undressed and he assessed what he saw. He comforted me with a 'you will do fine'.

He undressed except for his shorts and had me bring the bed down and laid me on my back and sat by the bed gently caressing my breasts, broken only by a kiss now and then on my nipples. His hand then caught me by surprise, he grabbed my intimacy completely pressing the palm of his hand against me in a movement like a massage. My back was arching and I could not stop it, my nipples ached and stung I had to pinch them hard. He leaned over my face and kissed me in a deep long kiss while his hand and fingers reached and explored within me. My back was arched, my legs open, when he got over me and in a moment, both too slow and to fast he penetrated me with his 'member' and I was no longer who I was.

Somewhere between beginning and ending I lost control of my senses and he held me so I could no longer move on my own, penetrating me with thrusts, one after another until with a sigh he finished, leaving his seed inside.

And so it is that I went from being a frigid, close minded, matron to a wild unsatisfied woman, filled with desire and lust, ready for his hands, his kiss, his manly act of penetration. I surprised myself more than him, I could not keep my hands off of him. In my days, there were few methods to prevent conception, and in this case there none. My conception was confirmed and being the times and all, he offered to marry me to protect my reputation.

Of it all the typist, her smile always knowing, she said she could see it in my eyes.