‘So, what brings you to… this place?’ Though she uttered no more than a whisper, he could tell her vocal cords were slightly damaged, the edges pink and swollen so pent-up air rasped and raced involuntarily between them. The escaping breath, warmed and moistened inside her heaving chest, swept over his cheek, sent a pulse of heat to his groin. She swallowed. She really swallowed - he could tell by just listening to her. A sudden noise in the corner stole her gaze and he used the moment to glance down her perfect body. Her next breath sucked him inside and he swirled within her torso, submerged himself in her liquid perfumed flesh, then swam inside her opulent breasts, reaching out to push at the tight walls, trying to raise her nipples.

‘I was lonely…’ What’s the point of being bashful here? ‘…horny, I…’

‘You… show?’ Her voice was urgent and he was suddenly back in the room, his focus fixed on her eyes as they turned to him. She wriggled slightly in her leather seat, rubbed her slender hands between her bare knees as a curl of dark hair fell across her pale and beautiful face. ‘Well, do you?’

‘Yes, I…’ but her pouting lips and raised eyebrows caused him to doubt himself, made him question if he was fit for her. Her rubbing hands smouldered, burned away her skirt, then flames tore away her silk blouse, till she simply sat before him in her white underwear. Hard, dark nipples pulsed against her bra and the skimpy cloth of her knickers outlined her swollen, wet cunt lips. The curve of her breasts, belly and womanly hips carried him to a dark, hot, soft and sweet place, where mothers simultaneously pump milk into their children’s mouths and pump cream from their husbands’ cocks. He licked his lips and breathed a laboured sigh. Brown eyes flashed and X-rays penetrated his own clothing, baring his muscled belly, his shaved crotch and hardening member. His turn to wriggle. Smooth balls slid against his sweat-moistened thighs as he shifted position, seeking comfort as he pulsed and grew in the confines of his pants. He longed to reach down and rearrange his sex organs, but she beat him to it.

‘Impressive!’ She peeled back the skin from his uncut member and jiggled the loose sack at the base. His cock swelled painfully, proudly at her touch, the veins throbbing, the flesh more full of life than flesh had ever been. He wondered at the beauty of his own cock: so his, yet so alien in another’s hand… its rough-handled redness; its paleness; the blue tunnels of blood that rippled beneath the surface; the tight, shiny membrane of its swollen purple head. ‘So… lover, what you wanna do?’

‘Er… what… whatever you…’

She wanked him slowly, fully, her palm alternately cloistering the tip and cupping his balls. As each luxurious stroke curled the corner of her lips with a smile, she paused, then ran her tiny pink tongue over the perfect white tiles of her teeth. She knew what he wanted. Now her hot breath massaged his groin as her head sank towards its target. Gasping for air and with eyes closed, he frantically tried to take back control before he prematurely squirted. He made his move. Her bra was gone in an instant and his fingers found her ripe nipples; they were oiled and escaped his grasp countless times. She moaned and fell back onto the deep pile of the rug as the log fire burst into flame, bathing them in its amber glow. He discarded that, painted a lush springtime forest floor, a summer meadow, a steamy car interior… a hotel… yes, that hotel. Bright, net-curtained window, cool white sheets, two hot, pliant vessels sharing every fluid they contained… every fluid. This is who you are. He mounted her, but in reverse, his cock arrowing into her face as his head hovered over her groin. Hot, sticky cunt juice soon covered his chin and nose as he burrowed into her, sucking and biting her labia, drawing on her clit that suddenly grew like a cock in his mouth. A cock in his mouth… He feasted on her body, penetrating both holes… then fingered and fisted, fucked, licked and sucked till he had cleaned out all resistance, all memory, all the filth, made the holes his…no, hers.

‘Suck me…suck me…’ But she was impassive to his pleadings, lost in her own fantasy. ‘Fucking suck me!’ He screamed it now, but still there was no response from her. ‘Bitch!’ he thought, the word echoing angrily around his skull as rage and frustration drove and overwhelmed him. The diamond-hard tip of his cock slammed and slashed into her face, ripping a deep hole into which he plunged to his full length. Instantly, the gash tightened satisfyingly around him, squeezed him hard, became firm and wet. He was spinning, and as he opened his eyes he realised he was on his back and she was riding him. Impaled on his solid truncheon, her squelching cunt pounded down onto his pubic bone. Hot, foaming juice ran satisfyingly down the crack of his arse and now her fingers invaded him there, forced him open, pushed her lubricant inside him and fisted him till the sharp pain turned to a dull aching pleasure in his loins. Tits were pressed to his mouth in turn and he chewed on her soft, sweet flesh. The bed bounced beneath him in perfect rhythm with her feral thrusts, each one slamming his pole against her rubbery cervix. Now he rose up to meet her descent and they attuned, accelerated, became metal and oil, piston and chamber, a perfectly synchronised fucking machine. She kissed him, tasted herself on him and became even more rampant, raping his mouth with her tongue, sucking and tearing at his mouth and nose with her lips and teeth.

‘God, I’m close… shoot your cum, shoot it… show me, show me.’

He displayed himself across the void. She too showed herself: naked feet on the desk, flowery dress pulled up to her plump thighs, blurred, grainy fingers entering her dark hole. Bitch… dirty bitch… fingering her wet, sweaty cunt for a stranger. The reality stole his fantasy and he momentarily hated her for it, though he quickly recovered, loved her for having the courage to show, to share. The thought took him to a point beyond the point where he still had a choice. Her crude sounds washed into his ears, cajoling guttural grunts of his own.

‘cummmmmingggg,’ then he let himself go, simultaneously pumping into her and spurting into the air; the cum spattered her cunt, splattered onto his chest, cooling quickly as it ran down a channel in his puckered skin before dripping noiselessly onto the carpet. With comical distaste, he reached for the tissues, suddenly, terribly aware of his tiny office, the locked door, the humming photo-copier and the footfalls on the carpet outside.

‘Thnx lover got 2 go x’