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His Fantasy Sex Goddess



by

Maya Banks

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His Fantasy Sex Goddess

Selena is the college intern who has just finished her degree and is fresh into a full-time position in our south-east territory. Selena looks like a freaking supermodel; her mom is from Venezuela and her dad is American so she has the looks and accent to blow the balls off a stone statue. She and I have met on several occasions since she started as an intern and we’ve been emailing back and forth for a while now. Selena has the hots for me, don’t know why as she could take her pick of most the guys in our place; but and the feeling is mutual and I’m burning up for the girl; she’s my ideal 19 year old fantasy sex goddess and I intend to ball her as soon as I can.

My name is Steve, and I’m a marketing associate at a large international firm. This year our vice president of marketing has selected me to attend the national conference in Chicago. It’s the second biggest event of the year—the one large gathering of professionals to collaborate and prepare for the international conference in the fall. I can’t believe that I’ve been chosen to represent the firm; that’s a prestigious honor in itself. But what’s even better is the fact that, usually, whoever’s selected for the national conference is also selected for the international conference as well. I’m thrilled; hell, I’m freaking pumped!

God, I love my job.

My wife, Diane, is happy for me. I’m good at what I do, and as long as I’m happy, she’s happy. I feel the same about her. She’s a teacher; grade three at a suburban public school. She loves what she does, too; she finds it very rewarding. The money she brings home isn’t great but fortunately I make enough to make up for it. We lead a really good life, especially since we don’t have kids yet.

Diane’s also happy for me that I’ve been chosen to represent my firm at the conference. She thinks it’s a great opportunity for me to make my mark in the company and to travel and experience it all. If only she knew about Selena maybe she wouldn’t be so happy about me going. Selena is going to be there, and I intend to get into her pants as soon as I get half a chance. Trust me, I’m serious. This is a golden opportunity and I don’t intend to waste it.

So as I say, Diane would definitely not be so happy for me if she knew the full score; knew that at the first chance I get I’m going to sink my cock, balls deep inside Selena’s tight little pussy. Oh yeah, it’s a foregone conclusion that we are going to get it on at the conference. Selena knows it; I know it. Diane doesn’t. And that’s the way it’s going to stay too.

I leave for Chicago tomorrow morning, a 10 a.m. flight, which means I have to be up and out of the house by six-thirty. Diane doesn’t wake up until seven-thirty most mornings; maybe that’s a good thing because knowing what I’m going to do, I’d rather not kiss her smiling loving, trusting face goodbye otherwise the guilt might kick in and I might back out; if that happened I think I’d rather shoot myself.

Later that day at work and I put all these dirty thoughts out of my mind and try and focus on what’s to be done before I leave in the morning. Bryan, a colleague of mine, is walking down the aisle in the other office and by the way he’s grinning at me with that half-crazy smile on his face I know he’s not waiting to talk to cross-eyed Barb who sits at the workstation across from me. He comes over.

“So, one more day, huh?” He says. He leans on the edge of my desk and crosses his arms over his chest “You dirty bastard”.

“C’mon man, keep it down,” I say. I look around to make sure no one is listening in, but I can’t hide the grin on my face. Just the thought of that girl gives me a boner.

“Aw, please,” Bryan retorts, rolling his eyes. “No one knows what I’m talking about.” But he lowers his voice anyway.

“I just don’t want anyone to catch on that’s all,” I say, my own voice lowered.

“Yeah, yeah. Of course,” he says dismissively. “Hey man, come grab a coffee with me, hmm? Tell me all the dirty details.”

I think about it. “Yeah, I could do with a coffee,” I answer casually.

But we both know we’re not going for the coffee; we’re going so that we can talk in private. Bryan is the only one in the office who knows about what’s going on between me and Selena. He knows exactly what I’m planning, too, and he’s almost as pumped up about it as I am.

“You gotta tell me all about it when you get back,” he says when we step through the glass doors at the entrance to the building and outside into the late spring weather. “Seriously man. I need details. You gotta tell me everything, what she’s like, if her body’s as smoking out of her clothes as it is in them......I mean everything. Photos, take plenty of photos.”

“Jeez dude, you’re such a perv,” I say.

Bryan laughs, and I laugh with him. He doesn’t offend me; I know that with him it’s all a joke. We walk to the coffee shop down the street rather than the one right around the corner, gives us more time to talk. The late spring morning is warming up and I’m glad I left my suit Steveet back at the office. There’s a nice breeze. I’m glad Bryan stopped by even if he is being a sleaze ball.

“Man, I don’t know what she sees in you” he jibes, elbowing me in the ribs playfully. “I mean, she’s gotta be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, and that includes celebrity women like, Angelina Jolie meets Jessica Alba. You are one lucky man, bro.”

“Yeah, well, what can I say?”

“So what’s the plan?”

“I’m gonna take her out to dinner after the meet-and-greet. We’ll see where it goes from there.”

“That’s it? Aw, c’mon Steve. You led me to believe there was gonna be something going on that night. Now you’re telling me that all you got going on is dinner? Bulshit....”

“No no,” I assured him. “She’s been giving me some definite signs. Games on, trust me.”

“Yeah sure,” Bryan scoffs. “Like what signs?”

“Okay, well ...” I think, “what did she say ... Oh, that’s right. We were talking on the phone about dinner and she says something like ‘I hope you’re not going to go back to your hotel room right away after dinner,’ and then I say, “Where else would I go?’ and then she says, “Use your imagination.’ Now you tell me that she isn’t planning on us hooking up. You tell me I’ve misunderstood what she wants.”

Bryan eyes me with a sly grin. “You lucky bastard, you! Man, how did you get so lucky?”

I have to think about why I’ve decided to do this, why I’ve even let things carry on with Selena the way they have for so long. But then I think about her long legs, her cute smile, her sexy pout, the swell of her tits, and that explains everything; that’s why I let it carry on so long.

Later, after work, I’m at home, sitting in the living room in my recliner. I’ve got my ankle propped on my knee and my laptop balanced on top. I’ve got a spreadsheet full of figures up in front of me but I’m not really looking at them. My finger moves the scroll pad aimlessly; it’s just so that Diane will think I’m working. My mind, little does she know, is miles away. If only she knew what I was thinking right now she’d cut my balls off.

Diane is in the kitchen putting away the dishes from dinner. She hums an overly-sugary pop tune that’s inexplicably popular on the radio right now; I hate it. Diane and I have never shared the same taste in music. She likes that chirpy, bubbly crap, the kind that’s mass-produced for fabricated boy bands. I, on the other hand ... well, I prefer substance. And melodies that aren’t so aggravating.


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