DO YOU HAVE A SEX PROBLEM? email: firstname.lastname@example.org Mail: Agony, Sunday Sport, MacLaren House, Talbot Road, Old Trafford, Manchester M32 0FP
I WAS driving home from work in the early hours last month and almost ran out of petrol. I came across a 24-hour service station and filled up, but to my horror I found that I had left my purse at a friend’s house. I told the guy behind the counter and he was really nice about it and asked me to fill in a form to say I would come back and pay. I am a nurse and was in my uniform at the time and I could see he was looking at my body, most especially my 34Ds.
I don’t know what came over me but I suddenly found myself blurting out: “I could give you a good time, instead of paying?!” He thought I was joking, but when I told him I was serious he led me to the office where he took his pants down and my head was drawn instinctively to his cock.
As I wrapped my lips around his knob he started groaning, louder and louder until he unleashed his load in my mouth.
By that time I was hungry for sex myself, so I took off my uniform and put his hand in my knickers so he could feel how wet I was.
He pulled them off, sliding them to the floor and nuzzling my clit with his lips while he was down there.
Then he did me over a desk. I felt so horny and it was brilliant as he pounded away while slapping my behind. For the rest of the week I couldn’t stop thinking about our romp and