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The Young Stenographer
I am a young stenographer, my age just past eighteen.
Come listen while I tell you of some things I've done and seen.
My mother kept me close at home, and never let me out;
Nor spoke one word of men or love or what it's all about.
I really thought I'd like to work for some young man of means;
So I started my adventures like an actress on the screens.
My first job was in Harlem, it really was a cinch,
I liked my boss extremely well till he gave my ass a pinch.
I then worked for a teacher where maps hung on the walls,
But I got mad and left him when he made me feel his balls.
I then worked for a jeweler way down in Maiden Lane,
He squeezed my tits so awfully hard they fairly ached with pain.
Some men were awfully rude to me, they'd stop me on the street,
And ask me if I had a place where they and I could meet.
A lawyer next employed me, he hadn't much to do;
He spent his time flirting, and asked me for a screw.
My fifth boss was a florist who dealt in seeds and plants;
I left him when he tried to get his hands inside my pants.
The next one talked so sweetly and constantly would beg
To let him slip his pecker up and down my leg.
At times I felt disgusted and thought I'd homeward go;
But still I hoped to find a boss who took things kind of slow.
I next took a position down on a steam-ship dock,
But left the second day because the boss showed me his cock.
An artist stopped me in the street and asked if I would pose.
He said my form enthralled him, I was fairer than a rose.
I asked him what I had to do, then told him I would try:
But warned him if he once got fresh I'd leave him on the fly.
I went to work next morning (it was posing in the nude),
I'd hardly got my clothes off when he started to get rude.
Forgotten was the picture he had much desired to paint,
Out came his big stiff pecker, I thought that I would faint.
He tried to take me on his lap, and make me feel his tool;
I gave his face an awful slap and said he was a fool.
I really cannot understand why all men act so queer,
Because no matter where I go they flirt and call me 'dear'.
I next worked for a preacher, a horny little runt,
But left because he begged me to let him lick my cunt.
I then at last decided to take things as they came,
And if I lost another job, I'd have myself to blame.
I got a situation as a confidential clerk,
And hardly had my hat off, when the boss began to work.
He talked so kind and loving, persistently did beg,
Until at last I let him put his hand upon my leg.
I let him frig me for a while, he stood upon a chair;
Pulled up my skirt, took down my pants till ass and thigh were bare.
He looked me over lovingly, inspecting every inch;
Then he pulled the hair around my cunt till he almost made me flinch
I will admit I didn't mind his playing with my hair,
But all at once he touched my spot and set me off for fair.
He didn't wait a minute, out came his prick all stiff,
He said, "Now dearie, let me put this in your quiff."
He made me hold his pecker and stroke his hairy bag,
Then he laid me on the sofa and stripped off every rag.
He made me take off every stitch of clothes that I had on,
Until I was as naked as the day I was born.
He kissed my lips and bubbies; his prick grew stiffer yet,
He fingered all around my cunt till it was hot and wet.
And then he got on top of me, with his legs he held me still,
His prick pressed against my belly till my cunt began to thrill.
When he had me all excited, and my pussy good and hot,
He released his hold upon me though his prick still touched my spot.
He gently spread my legs apart, my tits he wildly sucked,
Then shoved his cock into my cunt, and I was being fucked.
Our motions soon grew faster, at first they were quite slow.
Then suddenly he clutched my ass, and we both began to flow.
I thought I was in Paradise, it felt supremely grand,
I made him fuck me for an hour till his prick refused to stand.
Then we stopped our action, all out of breath were we,
I rolled him over to one side, his wilted prick to see.
He lay there getting rested, while I could hardly wait,
I told him he must fuck some more, it felt so simply great.
His pecker had grown limber, he could not make it stand,
So I sat him down beside me,and took it in my hand.
Its skin was soft and velvet, its touch thrilled me with bliss;
I thought it was so lovely that I gave it a little kiss.
He said the kisses tickled, I gave it three or four,
And then he shoved it in my mouth about an inch or more.
I snuggled down beside him, my thing was by his face,
Soon he was planting kisses upon my loving place.
The more I sucked his pecker, the more he tongued my quiff,
He made my thing go off the while I made his thing grow stiff.
Then I could wait no longer, my cunt began to run,
I must have it in me, and take another one.
So I sat astride him and placed his thing in mine,
And rocked my body back and forth. The feeling was sublime.
I liked this even better than when he lay on me,
For I could nearly move my ass from his belly to his knee.
At last he got me coming, while faster grew our play,
And when at last we both went off, I fainted dead away.
Each day I got my screwing from morning until night,
Till I wore the boss completely out, and we nearly had a fight.
He said, "Dear little girlie, you surely like to screw,
But it will simply ruin me, keeping up with you.
You'd better find yourself another job, and I hope you'll find a boss
Who can keep it up forever, tho' I'll surely mourn my loss,"
I surely had the best of him, but the fault was not all mine.
For he himself had taught me all I knew in the fucking line.
I couldn't help but pity him, tho' it made me awful blue,
But I simply couldn't help it, I just had to screw and screw.
But then with what I'd learned from him I had no fear at all
But started out to find another job where another man would fall.
The next man to employ me was a lawyer and to view,
A very handsome fellow, his age just twenty-two.
I thought he was ideal, and would ask me for a screw,
But he never even hinted, I knew not what to do.
He didn't seem to know he had a pecker in his pants,
He was so bashful, though I gave him every chance.
I bid him fix my garter, and tie my little shoe;
What ever might encourage him I did my best to do.
At last in desperation I leaned above his desk
And let, as tho' by accident, a tit slip from my dress.
I didn't seem to notice there was anything amiss,
And as he found it by his lips, he gave the tit a kiss.
I put an arm around his neck, and said, "You darling boy!"
Then I saw his prick rise in his pants which filled my heart with joy.
He was so very bashful I had to help along,
And so I opened up his pants and took out his joy prong.
I looked, and when I saw it, it was so big and stiff,
That I lay down and begged him to stick it in my quiff.
He quickly jumped upon me, I, eager grabbed ahold,
And he pushed it up into me till I felt my cunt unfold.
The motion of my ass began, he answered with the same.
It wasn't long before our parts were hotter than a flame.
I liked him even better than the boss I'd had before;
His cock was long and stiff enough to appease most any whore.
At last I got him coming, we shoved in perfect time,
I felt that nice sensation run up and down my spine.
I never had a better fuck than that I got from him,
It made me jerk my hands and feet like when I take a swim.
It made my bubbies quiver, my tits he wildly sucked,
My belly heaved like an ocean swell so grandly was I fucked.
I didn't want him to get off, with my legs I held him tight,
I threw my legs around him till he couldn't even bite.
He didn't seem to mind it, but shoved up closer still,
And every time I shook my ass, he responded with a will.
I'd work it a few minutes, then hold still a bit,
Until his prick grew limber, then shove some more on it.
He thought I was an angel, I thrilled him so with bliss,
He begged that I would marry him and always fuck like this.
I really could not turn him down, I liked his pecker hot.
So we beat it to a parson, and were married on the spot.
We couldn't get home quick enough. When we did we went to bed,
I took off every stitch of clothes and said, "Now come ahead."
He threw himself upon me, his prick was hard and stiff,
And all night long he jerked it within my ardent quiff.
My married life is happy, I always stay in bed,
And when my husband joins me, I let him go right ahead.
I'm holding down that same bed yet. I surely am in luck;
I have no worries, no regrets, for all I do is fuck.