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Are you really a victim, Mike?–Shane
Shane;
I was near the lab when the virus first hit. I’m probably going to be one of the first hundred cases treated. The lawyers are going to have a field day, but I’m sure that you’ll manage just fine.
Let me tell you how it happened to me.
Last night, I am walking down the hall, twirling my nightstick. You know, in big building like that, at 3:30 am–it’s easy to feel like you are the king of the world. King of a very small world. With no other people in it. Still, I can do jumping jacks or sprint down the hallway and nobody gives a shit.
So, it’s time for a coffee break. Shit. My whole life is a coffee break, anyway.
My big yawn is interrupted when I hear this noise coming from the lounge. The coffeemaker is my guess. No. Wait. What the hell? At the doorway to the lounge, with one hand already on the light switch, I freeze.
It’s dark, but I can see Mary Stoffer sitting at one of the chairs. At first, all I can see is that she is pumping something in front of herself. Then I notice her heels pressed against the table; her bare knees are high. She is naked from the waist down. Her shoes and her pants are lying on the floor near her chair. She moans.
Mary is stuffing the handle of a dish scrubber into herself–I mean, she is sliding it right into her pussy. Right there, for all the world to see–well, for me to see, anyway.
I back away before she sees me. I take deep breath. I still hear her moans. I look down at my feet, seeing my black security shoes against the burgundy corporate carpet. Somehow, it seems so absurd–these formal shoes, and Mary moaning in the lounge.
Mary Stoffer is an executive assistant. She is sometimes here until pretty late in the evening–but never this late. She is…I don’t know…in her early twenties, I guess. She is pretty, has short dark hair and has a killer body. She raises her infant son by herself, as far as I know. She treats me kindly in our business dealings. I really don’t know that much about her. I’ve had a fantasy or two, but I never expected this. Not in a million years.
I peak my head around the corner to look at her again. She glances up at me, but her face doesn’t crack. Her eyes are puffy and red.
“Fuck me.” She says to me, point blank. She just stares at me like I’m her personal toy.
Okay, so I back away again–just for a second.
I figure I’ve got to do something. I step into the lounge. There is this odd smell in the air that I can’t quite figure out.
“Mary.” I say. “Look, uhm, people will be here in a few hours.” I drop my hands to my sides and just stand there. Finally, I kind of mumble out something like “I’ll be at the security desk.” But I find myself just waiting, anyway.
Mary stares directly at my eyes and she continues stroking herself with the handle of the dish scrubber. She nods to me, as if in the hallway on any regular day.
“Come on. Let’s do it.” She grins broadly at me. “Look at you … looking at me. Come on.”
I glance over my shoulder, down the hallway. It’s strange, but the hallway seemed too bright. So, believe it or not, I reach up and unlatch the top of the lounge door. The pneumatics hiss as the door swings shut.
Mary stands, now, near the table. Her ass is perfect, it’s like a white beacon–a lighthouse for my dick in the darkness. The tails of her red silk blouse hang down against the fronts of her smooth thighs. Her dark socks make her feet almost invisible in the shadows. I find myself removing my holster, and I slap it on a table along with the nightstick. I untuck my esc starched uniform shirt, and started to unbutton it from the top down.
“Come on. Come on.” Mary urges me.
She walks over to me, and pulls at my shirt. Her hair smells sweet from whatever shampoo or conditioner she is using. I catch a momentary whiff of her breath. Coffee with a hint of sour milk. Nothing unusual, but my nose feels a tickle and I turn my head to one side. “Aaaaasssnooooshhh!” I sneeze.
Mary pops a button trying to take off my shirt; but except for that, I couldn’t have gotten the shirt off faster than she did. She reaches down and unbuckles my pants. “Fuck. Fuck.” She mutters as she finally pulls the tail of the belt through the buckle, and yanks my zipper down.
Awkwardly, I reach under her to cup her breasts in my palms. She watches my crotch as she pulls my pants down. With my pants and underwear now around my ankles, she grabs my butt cheeks, guiding me over to one of the tables. She perches herself up on the edge of the table and she guides my hips between her outspread thighs.
“Put it in me.” Mary pleads.
She pulls and squeezes my cock with her hand. It becomes almost instantly engorged and then it is a hard pole that she aims at her crotch. She leans back as she places it inside of herself. I hear her gasp as I feel it slip into her wet folds. I look down to see my prick halfway inside of her wet cunt. Mary reaches out and holds the base of my dick in her hand, guiding the head in a circular motion inside of her. I place my hands where hers are and then I slide them down from her crotch all along her inner thighs. As I caress her thighs, I press them gently back against her and she lies back on the table.
I glance up at Mary’s face and her eyes are unfocused and half-closed. Her mouth is slightly open, and she is breathing hard. Suddenly, she releases my dick and clutches at my ass, forcing my dick inside of her with surprising strength. She gasps and lets her breath out in a noise that is something between a moan and a sigh. “aaaaaaah…” I pause for a second. My palms run along her smooth inner thighs and to the outsides. I reach down to the edge of the table where I can grasp the muscular globes of her ass in my hands, kneading them like so much bread dough in my palms, pulling them apart so that her crack is stretched wide. What a great ass.
“Come on. Pump it, you fucker.” Mary demands. “Fuck me, goddamm it!” Her flawless complexion is contorted into an angry sneer, her eyes are narrowed at me.
Something about her expression fired something in me. “Fuck you, you bitch.” I practically spit at her. A part of me was surprised at my own vehemence. I thrust my dick hard into her, slapping my groin against hers with brutal force.
“That’s right, shit-face,” she spits back at me, and she reaches up and gives me this stinging slap across the face. “Fuck me with whatever manhood you think you have hidden behind that goddamm sterile façade that you call your humanity. There’s got to be some kind of ability to fuck somewhere in your fucking ancestry if your parents had you, dumb ass.” Fuck. I always thought I was, like, this sensitive guy. That hurts.
“Goddammit! I’m gonna fuck your brains out. Be careful what you ask for, you dumb bitch.” I growl. And I mean it. My biceps flex as I pull her hips to mine. My jaw is clenched so hard that my teeth ache. I slap my hips into her groin in a bruising blow that shoves my dick completely inside of her. My balls slap against her pussy, painfully.
“There you go. Come on. Come on.” Mary urges.
My dick escorts glistens with her juices in the glare of an exit sign that reflects from an interior pane of a large window. I can see another building through the window–almost dark, except for the few, lone lighted windows. Mary’s red silk blouse is partly open, so that I see the curve of a bare breast under the material. As my body pushes against her outstretched thighs, her breasts slide in a hypnotic counter-beat to each thrust. The table rocks underneath her and she clutches the edges of it tightly. The headlights of a passing car flash up against the ceiling and reflect down into Mary’s face. Her eyes catch mine in the light and her face softens. She narrows her eyes to track my pupils for a moment. But a shadow creeps across her face and her upper lip curls in a scowl and her narrowed eyes take on a cruel aspect.
Mary stretches her knees wider and pushes her heels back against the table beneath her ass, arching her back. I slam my groin into her raised hips and her thighs squeeze me, powerfully. Her slippery pussy squeezes my dick so hard that I must push my hips strongly to move through her. I felt my balls tightening against the base of my pulsating dick, and Mary’s pussy enfolds itself around them as her fluids drip down. Her hot pussy seems to expand around my dick, making room for it even as it grows impossibly larger within her.
It throbs with an undulating flow until the skin is stretched into an ultra-shiny casing that seems about to explode. Her soaking heat is like a sheath for my now-sharpened dagger. My dick stabs into her with the ease of a knife in warm butter … the same warm butter, perhaps, that now seems to coat our dripping groins and thighs.
But I want more. I slap Mary’s ass on one side. “Turn over.” I urge.
“Yes.” Mary hisses at me. “From behind.”
She slides off of the table, and turns around, presenting herself to me. The pale globes of her ass are damp with sweat and glisten slightly in the dim light. I can see a damp line running down the back of her silk blouse where it is clinging to her. I rub my hand down her back and down over her ass, before I roughly push her torso down. She crouches and bends over the table, her palms flat across the surface. Her stocking feet are spread wide on the floor. I bend over her now. I guide the swollen head of my dick into her folds with my hand, but then I insert myself into her in a rough, sudden motion. I hear her gasp. I push my sweating chest against the back of her blouse and shift my inner thighs against her ass.
Her blouse sticks to my chest, though. It feels hot and itchy.
It kind of pisses me off. I push against her with a stiff arm and raise myself up. I gather a handful of the tail of her blouse in one hand and I jerk it roughly upwards towards her head. Mary’s arms are pulled forward abruptly and she falls on her chest. “unh.” Mary exhales sharply. The blouse binds her biceps up over her head and covers her face. It’s caught under her chin. “Shit.” She laughs nervously, so I pause.
“Fuck! Don’t stop!” She barks.
So I continue fucking her. Her blouse remains where I left it–over her face, binding her arms together. I cup her breasts in my hands; and then I slip my forearms under her shoulders to pull her now-naked back against my bare chest. My abdomen conforms to the naked skin of her ass and my back curves over her body. My hard dick now slips between her cheeks almost without effort. My hips bounce against her ass with each thrust. I feel an odd sensation, then, as if someone is watching in the dark with eskort an air of approval. The sound of my groin slapping against her ass seems to be the echo of wet applause.
“Yes.” I grunt as I thrust into Mary.
My hand slides jerkily over the skin of her stomach and down to the fur at the juncture of her thighs. Down at her crotch, I can feel the beginning of her lips and suddenly I can feel my penis sliding into her. I move my hand farther, and the heel presses against the soft downy hair just above her pubic bone. My fingers curve down to knead her lips and clit around the thrusting hardness of my cock that brushes past my fingers. I reach under Mary with my other hand and I squeeze and jostle a breast as I pump her. Her hair is bound up in the blouse that covers her face and the back of her neck is exposed to my lips and tongue that now press against it. “oh God help me.” Mary begs from under the red silk. “I’m going to …”
“Fuck.” I assert.
“uuuhhuh …” Mary moans.
I feel her stiffen under me for a moment. It sets me off as I press myself into her. The first spray of cum starts to pulse through me, shooting through my cock in wet spurts. “oh yes.” Mary breathes, from beneath the red silk of her blouse. “God, yes.” Her pussy tightens around my cock in a rhythm echoed by her grunts. “Uh. Uh. Uh.” Her grunts seem to me like a wild sow pushing through the heavy brush of a marsh, or the echoes of some proto-human ancestor asserting itself through her chromosomes. I feel also an animal, the fluid continuing to course through me and warming my blood. I feel a rumbling in my diaphragm that expands to my lungs until it pushes past my throat and my jaws and my lips and into the world in the form of a roar.
“Uhh …. uaaahh … aaaaaahh!” The cum continues to spurt from me into her womb in rhythmic blasts like a drum beat. I am a slithering, pulsing animal; charmed by the beat of that drum. I struggle to hold on to Mary as she writhes beneath me in a slippery serpentine dance–no longer even human, as she slides her ass up against me, her crotch slamming against my groin. I grasp her hips tightly and hold my groin against her ass, my cock deep inside of her. “ooohhh. ooohhh!” Mary whimpers and squirms as her pussy spasms around my cock, milking each drop of cum and siphoning it deep inside of her. My cock feels heavy and ponderous, now.
Eventually, the spasms of her pussy start to become irregular and her pussy relaxes around my softening cock. I find myself draped over Mary’s naked back with a sense of deep exhaustion weighs down my limbs. Mary struggles weakly beneath me as my cock pulls from her with a wet plop. Pulling myself together, I take a breath and stand up.
I help Mary pull her blouse down from her face. She looks up at me with unfocused eyes, blinking rapidly. She stares at each button of her blouse, fumbling with them as if they were all new and unique Chinese puzzles. She staggers for a second and looks at me from her glazed eyes.
Concerned, I break the silence. “I think you need … I’ll order you a taxi.” I almost fall over trying to move with my own pants around my ankles. I pull my pants up and tuck the loose tails of my shirt around my slick groin. Mary’s eyes lock on me as she picks up her underwear and pants from the floor. Her eyes fall down to the dish scrubber, which she stares at as if it is some kind of alien artifact before she places it on the table.
“I ..” she begins. “I ..” She just shakes her head. What is she supposed to say?
I didn’t know what to say, then–and I still don’t know what to say. Scientific-sounding words merely belie the truth of our ignorance and helplessness. All we know for sure is that this is only the beginning. I wonder what the press will say?
Best of luck;
Michael
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