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Until the porn. When I first watched the movies I was shocked. There were so many things I had never done before, or had ever even considered� who am I kidding? I saw things I never knew existed. Within weeks I was inducted into worlds of bondage, domination, sado-masochism, fetishes, orgies, and acrobatic threeways. I felt almost otherworldly with this much porn knowledge. It was amazing. I would walk down the street and try to pick out what kind of sex strangers were into. I would get home wet and horny and masturbate two or three times before the night was over. It was great.  Life went on like this for months until the thrill began to wear off. I sucked up to my boss and got assigned to cover Retro Raunch. This was our ode to one of porn�s finest eras and I was excited. I have always liked those films from the seventies, I don�t know what it is, maybe the music.Anyway, I started with the classics then moved to the not-so-infamous. After five or six movies, watched on fast forward of course, I was beginning to get a little bored. To mix things up I closed my eyes and chose a random video to insert into the VCR. It was only a few frames after the credits when my heart stopped, my chin dropped and my eyes widened. There he was, my god of porn. Let me explain something to you�John Travolta was my first crush. I would sit in front of my parents� Betamax watching Stayin� Alive over and over while John pumped his crotch in those tight, white, satin pants. The disco ball would reflect off his big collar and I would grind a pillow between the legs of my Jordache Jeans. By the time he was thrusting that finger upward I would be rocking, imagining that finger going places deep inside of me. So here I am, at work, watching this Stayin� Alive spin off featuring this disco daddy who takes a twirl, and a girl, on the dance floor and all those childhood memories come flooding back. It�s like watching my fantasies on film instead of in my mind.  I am afraid to get up because I think I may have stained my chair but I desperately want to go to the bathroom and get myself off. Finally I can�t take it anymore and I grab the black, plastic stapler off of my desk and head to the ladies room.Luckily no one is inside, and I get my favorite stall, the handicapped one. I hike up my skirt and pull off my panties, pushing them into the metal toilet paper holder for safe keeping. I put my legs up on the bars and seat myself on the toilet. I open up the stapler to make it long and slowly slide it inside of me. I close my eyes and imagine his hot body pumping and grinding on the dance floor and I thrust the stapler up farther. The stapler is covered with my juices and I am really working it, hard and fast. I am about to come when the bathroom door swings open. I stop and hold still. It�s Mary from accounting, and she�s in here with her huge make-up bag. I am balancing myself on the toilet biting my lip with an office stapler hanging out of my cunt while she carefully applies a fresh coat of base, blush and eyeliner. My pussy is throbbing and I just want to finish. I decide I can be really quiet so I gently start pulling it in and out. I am watching her through the crack between the doors and she doesn�t seem to have any clue there is anyone else in here. I speed it up.  My teeth are still pressed hard into my lips to keep me from moaning and I go deeper in an attempt to reach my g-spot. I manage to get my ankles wrapped around the bars better so I can free up my other hand and I lightly bring it my clit. I come almost immediately.I see her doing her mascara and figure she must be practically done, so I get ready. I push it in, once, twice, harder, deeper, using my other hand to stroke my clit. My legs are tensing and my stomach is twisting. My thighs are trying to close around my hand and there is a ball of fire moving up my spine. Too soon, I think to myself as I take one last glance at Mary before shutting my eyes and giving in. The orgasm rips through me and I say something (I think it was, "Oh shit") before I lose my balance and my ass lands right in the toilet with a huge splash. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes to see Mary staring at my bathroom stall with her mouth open. "Are you okay?" she asks quietly and I am looking back at her, trying to determine if she can see me. "Sure," I tell her, "I�m fine. I�m just a little sick. Boy, that was a big one," She purses her newly lipsticked lips, gathers her make-up bag and leaves. I get out of the toilet and clean myself up, blotting paper towels on my wet thighs and ass. I am halfway down the hall when I realize I have left my favorite pair of panties stuffed in the toilet paper roll.  I walk back into the bathroom. There is someone in the handicapped stall so I stand in front of the mirror and pretend to be checking my make-up. I look into the mirror and realize I can see directly through the crack and into the stall.The woman is sitting on the seat, taking a piss and holding up my panties. Then she sniffs them. She takes them right up to her nose and deeply inhales. I have to cough to keep from shouting to her and I wonder if she will leave them there or take them with her. She finishes using the bathroom and I pretend to be fumbling through my purse. "Are you looking for these?" she asks, dangling my panties between her thumb and forefinger. My mouth drops. She is wearing tight jeans, and a T-shirt with one of those iron-on decals, except the decal is almost all peeled off and on top of all that she has blonde Farrah Fawcett feathered hair. It takes me a moment to comprehend that she is staring at me because she�s holding my panties in her hand so I take them and I can feel myself growing moist all over again. I can�t help it, I just have to ask, "Do you like disco?"
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