Martin Lowe had his eye on Anthea in the mailroom but he has never asked her out as he was afraid of being turned down. If she did he figured the rumor would spread around the office immediately and he didn’t want that. Martin already felt like a loser as other guys told endless stories about their conquests and all he could do was listen and smile.

His uncle Jeffrey was exactly opposite, he always had pretty girls hanging on his arm and they were much younger than him. His relatives, including Martin’s parents, considered him to be a letch and a person who has too much sex. They felt such disgust with his behavior that nobody from the family saw him while he was admitted to hospital. Except for Martin, of course. It was obvious Jeffrey was dying but he’d lived life to the full and so he didn’t seem to care a fuck.

There was no doubt he appreciated his nephew coming to visit him before he died and with great effort he felt in his draw and pulled out a weird looking pendant and pressed it into Martin’s hand. “I want you to take this”, - he whispered, “it’s a mojo,” and with this he passed away. Martin didn’t know what a mojo was but he planned to keep it in memory of his uncle Jeffrey. Nevertheless, when he searched for it on the Internet he discovered that it meant a talisman. “Wow,” Martin thought to himself, “What if this is how he attracted all those pretty girls.”

He didn’t take it seriously while he wasn't a superstitious person but on the following work day he decided to put it on. When he came into the office he was at the same moment aware of several of the long legged girls in the PR department looking at him. It was a great feeling but it felt weird and Martin was starting to believe that maybe the pendant had some magical powers.

This became even more obvious when he went into the stationery room to take some copy paper. Amanda Thiesen, who wouldn’t actually give him the time of day followed him in, entered the room to come onto him. The next thing Martin knew she’d undone his shirt and was rubbing her hands all over his chest and back. He got rather overwhelmed and didn’t quite know what to do so he just stood there as Amanda unzipped his pants, whipped out his cock and sucked it with pleasure.

As she was giving him a blowjob Martin got harder and harder and he warned her he was ready to cum. She just moaned when he said it to her and kept on blowing his cock, using her mouth, tongue and hand until he shot his cum. Martin was shocked. As for Amanda, she just got up from her knees, swallowed his cum and smiled.

For the rest of the day he was showered with compliments, had his ass touched a few times and then his boss, Ms. Worsley asked him if he’d help her to take some files home after work. It turned out there were only 4 files and so he was sure why he was going to her flat. When they arrived he would like to just give her the files and go away, afraid that Anthea might find out about what was happening. Nevertheless, Ms. Worsley insisted that he called her Frankie and convinced him to have some wine.

“I’ve always liked you,” she began, putting her hand on his thigh, “There is a certain mystery around you. Not lots of people would see that but I’m pretty perceptive and I have a feeling you are a Tiger in a bed.” “Not really,” Martin said nervously as she leaned forward showing a cleavage that any sane guy would like to have slipped his cock between, “I’m more like a kitten.” Frankie laughed and asked, “Would kitty like to see my pussy and make friends with it?”

Before he could say a word she’d grabbed hold of his lapels and dragged his lips toward hers. Frankie kissed him so hard his eyes were ready to pop out of his head and then she started almost tearing his clothes off leaving him sitting naked, except for his shoes, socks and his mojo. She didn’t ask him to take her clothes off too, she did it herself like a pro until she was down to a little red panties.

In spite of Martin feeling guilty about Anthea, based on the opportunity of a future relationship, his cock become as hard as a rock. His boss was a pretty lady with boobs that just screamed out suck me! suck me! And he didn’t disappoint them. Martin wrestled Frankie to the floor and started to fondle, suck and lick her boobs like a maniac. She was moaning as if she was getting one orgasm after another. Of course when he forced his face between her legs, he pulled those tiny panties to one side and started licking her pussy.

When it was her turn to give him a blowjob she took his cock deep into her mouth and he began to squirm as the pleasure almost got too much to handle. In the end he squirmed himself out of the pendant, which fell onto the floor. Frankie stopped sucking, looked up at him with his cock still in her mouth and then screamed, “What the fuck is going on here?”

Martin didn’t know what to answer as her face was angry and he felt she was ready to call the police or at the very least knock his teeth out. Picking the pendant he quickly lopped it back around his neck and Frankie who looked rather dazed just told him she was sorry and dropped back on her knees. After Martin had cum and she had an orgasm it was time to fuck her wet pussy. She screamed as he penetrated it and made him wonder what she was going to do when he got down to the short strokes.

Martin felt as horny as fuck by now and so was Frankie. For the next several minutes he fucked her pussy until his balls hurt and the lips of her twat were tingling like as if there was an electric current running through them. When he shot his cum her scream could be heard for 3 blocks from here and she held onto him for like 10 minutes after the fact before she’d let him take his cock out.

The next morning he didn’t wear the mojo, and although he got weird embarrassed looks from Amanda and Frankie it seemed that he’d lost his sexual attraction. That very day Martin asked Anthea out and she agreed. He was tempted to wear the mojo on their date as he was dying to have sex with her but he didn’t do that, apparently she’d had the attraction for him for rather long time.

There were no family members at Jeffrey’s funeral only 23 veiled girls who cried softly as he was lowered into his grave. Although they looked at Martin who was wearing the pendant they resisted the temptation to give him a group blowjob right there. After they all thrown their tear soaked roses in grave Martin tossed in the mojo. He enjoyed a good sex as much as the next guy but he just didn’t want to die at 38 just like his uncle Jeffrey.