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Romance is Dead

She grabs my neck tie and pulls me toward her face. Leaning forward, pushing her back onto the desk, I'm hiking up her skirt. Feel the rough, cool nylon against my hands. This woman is unbelievable! She's just what I've always fucking wanted: a twig who can take it. My hands slide her panties over her nylon stockings and I can smell her pussy.

Every day it's been like this. The woman's wild, and oversexed. My office, her office, the men's bathroom after work. My face is still sore from yesterday when I was working her cunt with my tongue underneath her desk. (It's an interesting experience. I've had the reverse -- chick beneath my desk sucking my cock on a conference call. But she was meeting with clients!)

Right now, in the late-day darkness, with only the lamp on, I can feel the way her pussy opens. Our lips locked in lust, I take her around the tiny waist and pull her toward me. Her panties slide back up her thighs and I pull away, panties in hand. I rip them over her heels and hold them to my face. Inhale deeply. Her ass has been in these flimsy things all day. Touching it, rubbing against it. Like my hard cock is about to.

While I'm taking a deep breath of her panties, she unfastens my belt and pulls it out of the loop. Her hand, less searching for my zipper, more interested in my cock. Seems that's all she's interested in. No skin off my ass.

The zipper comes down, her hand goes in. I toss the thin fabric that loves her pussy and ass almost as much as I do over my shoulder and rip her blouse open. Buttons fly everywhere.

"You asshole!"

"You're a woman. You can fix it."

She smacks me on the chest with the full force of her palm. "Fuck you!"

"That's the idea."

She only wears front-clasping bras. She's fucking amazing. And now her tiny titties are right under my hands and I can feel her hard, perky nipples in my palms. I mash the fuck out of those suckers, grabbing as much flesh as I can, pinching the nipples and twisting.

"Jackass! Watch it!" She acts hurt, but I can see the fucking lust in her eyes. We glare at each other, breathing hard. She smiles. "Choke me." I wrap my hand around her throat and push her down on the desk. She makes those cute gargling noises I love, and she's moving her hand over her pussy mound. I want in there so bad, but I've got a problem with the ol' boxers. Namely -- they're there.

With one hand, I unbutton and shove my pants down around my ankles. Distracted by this action, I loosen my grip on her throat. She groans and grabs my wrist. I squeeze with my hand as my pants and boxers drop around my knees.

"I am gonna fuck the shit out of you, you wet little whore!"

"You wish, pencil dick," she rasps.

I slide my cock between her pussy lips, nudging the tip of my dick against the tip of her clit. (The bitch has an amazing clit: huge and sensitive. It's almost as big as her nipples!) I ride the underside of my dick over the slut's whorish clitty. Squeeze tighter with my hand around her throat.

"You fuckin' whore! I'm gonna rape you, and then I'm gonna kill you!"

I point my dick at her dripping hole. (I can see the juice slide between the crack of her tiny ass. Fuck! I love this chick.) Then I ram it home. She opens her eyes wide. She'd probably scream if she could. Instead, she rasps, out of breath and a little desperate. I let up -- I don't really want to kill her. Maybe.

Instead I grab on to her insignificant hips and pound my cock into her cunt -- the only thing that's worthwhile about her. "Ah, fuck you stupid whore."

"Fuck you! I'm smarter than you'll ever be."

"Open your worthless whore legs."

I grab her ankles and yank them apart. Use them as leverage on her split slit. She screams for real this time. I let go of an ankle and smack her across the face.

"Keep it down, you little whore."

She breathes a forceful sigh, and starts frigging that frigging giant clit of hers. I call her a worthless cunt some more, because she likes it. And then I remind her she likes it because she's such a fucking worthless cunt. It's a whole vicious cycle for her, and it's fucking amazing for me.

Before I know it, her cunt's squeezing my cock the way my hand was squeezing her throat moments ago. She's coming all over my cock, just dripping down the side of the desk. That fuckin' bitch can't keep her juices to herself. Slut.

Ah, fuck! And now the whore's flexing against my nob like it's chewing gum. She's gonna make me blow, but I'm not done yet, so I smack her again and pull out. It's murder! That tight little twat is so fucking good—wet and whorish and eager. I want to fuck her every minute of every day for the rest of my goddamn life, but I can't -- obviously.

She laughs, splayed back on the desk, and pants. "What's the matter, boy? Too much for you?"

"I'm gonna fuck your ass."

"If you call that fucking."

"You twisted skank!" I smack her pussy.

"Wouldn't you much rather make my eyeliner run?" She slides of the desk. "I wanna taste my pussy cum on your womanising cock!" She opens her mouth, tongue out, and I just can't help grabbing her head and shoving my dong into the back of her mouth. She starts a little slow, so I push her, but soon enough I can't move my arms fast enough. She's gagging on it and choking and there's sticky, messy drool hanging off her chin. She looks up at me, spacey and horny. She's rubbing her clit again. I wanna attach a camera to her skirt to see how many times a day she lifts it to masturbate, but I'd never tell her that. It'd skew the results.

"Get back up on that fuckin' desk. I'm gonna fuck your cunt until come spills out your mouth."

She stands and bends over the desk, her bony ass spread too. I could so easily slam it home in her anus -- just to teach the bitch a lesson. I mean, it's wet enough, with all that cream that's been dripping down her ass crack. But I don't wanna get in trouble, sadistic as it may seem. "Someday you're gonna let me fuck your asshole, bitch."

"I thought you were gonna fuck me, not talk to me."

I smack the slut's ass and level my prick again at her whore hole. "Fuckin' mouthy slut." I grab onto her mouth and cover it, then ram home and punish fuck her as hard as I can. She's screaming into my hand. I don't know if it's good for her or bad, but I don't fucking care. She'll like it either way, I feel certain.

"Ah fuck! You little cunt! You little bitch! You worthless cock-loving whore. Ah, Jesus! Fuck!"

The fireworks go off in my head, and I rape that bitch into the ground. I'm coming so hard my head feels like it's about to fly off my shoulders. My groin's sore from her ass, but I don't give a fuck, ramming it home again and again, balls deep in her. Her noises are strangled and muffled and I hope I'm not about to kill her, but I'm too far gone to really care.

Finally, it's over. We're half-naked, fully spent. Panting. I pull out. She slides to her knees beside the desk, still panting. I stand beside her and stroke her hair.

"Holy fuck, you're an awesome slut."

"Yeah. I've cultivated that."

"Jesus! Have you done porn before?"

She shakes her head. "You don't have to do porn to rock in bed."

"Or out of bed."

"I just like to fuck."

"Same time next week?"

"Unless we get horny beforehand. Now, let's get out of this office, whoever it belongs to."

"Roger that."

We are gone.
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