Wolf Dreamer

Rana took off the headphones sighting, then he started to wrap up things. Shutting down his computer, he sensed that he was not alone as he had thought. In fact, he could smell that Becky was still there. He could also clearly hear her breath not to far off maybe one or two desks away. This made him sight again, without turning around he exclaimed "Becky, what are you still doing here?".

"Oh, so you do have noticed!", he could hear her getting up and coming closer to him. He stood up and was about to grab his stuff, when she started to embrace him from behind. "I was waiting for you of course." she whispered into his ear while kissing his neck as her hands started to wander over his body making him feel extremely uncomfortable as she started to unbutton his shirt. "Stop it, I have no interest in having i.n.t.e.r.c.o.u.r.s.e with you, I have already told you a few times to leave me be" he said coldly.

Becky did not head and said while she grabbed into his trousers starting to play with his donger with her hand "No one would believe that Rana, look at how hard you are already! It's obvious that you are just some looser v.i.r.g.i.n, and I am not going to let such a looser be the first man to turn me down." She then went on to open his trousers, so she could pull them down "You are so hard down there it makes me all wet" she said.

He turned slowly turned around to face, his body starting to like it was not very responsive, he was confused and did not know how he should act in this kind of situation. If he just pushed her away or struck her, he would most likely hurt her and an ugly vixen with a perverted mind like hers… He felt like she would probably turn it around against him and claim he had tried to take advantage of her.

She had just opened his trousers and faced his d.i.c.k, it seemed to turn her on as her breath got heavier. She knelt and gently wrapped her lips around the tip of his p.e.n.i.s, lightly stroking his p.e.n.i.s with her right hand, while starting to touch herself with the other one. "Enough" Rana said, he wanted to push her away, but he felt like his body had frozen over. The lips that were slowly and softly stroking his p.e.n.i.s as she started to suck on it, taking it in deeper and deeper, felt extremely weird and awkward, as if slimes were walking all across it, not nice as a blow job usually felt to him.

Having s.u.c.k.e.d on him for some time, she seemed to have had enough of blowing his boner. She released it from her mouth with a smooching sound. She then got up and pushed him. He stumbled back, tripping on the trousers still around his legs. As he fell, she took of her shirt and short skirt. She then stepped over him and sat down on top of his stomach, he could feel some fluids leaking from her c.u.n.t onto him.

"Becky can you stop, please?" Rana started begging, his body was still completely paralysed, and he felt like crying. He also felt like fighting back, but his brain was like a smushed apple, an endless steam of thoughts was rushing to his mind, he could not think straight, his body completely paralysed. He felt like crying.

"F.u.c.k.i.n.g stop complaining already" she said to him, "Look how stone hard you are, you are clearly enjoying this just as much as I am~~~" she said, while sliding his pecker into her slit, the last part she m.o.a.n.e.d out feeling him slowly sliding into her.

Her breathing was getting more rushed as she mad him penetrate her deeper and deeper until she felt her twat being completely filled. Ranas mind started to drifted of to somewhere else, and he stopped feeling anything happing to his rod. She slowly started to ride him, m.o.a.ning from time to time. Ranas eyes saw her b.r.e.a.s.t swinging back and forth in front of his face, the cheeks on her pretty face where blushed and her tongue slightly hanging out while drooling a bit. What should look like an extremely attractive view, looked like the most ugly thing he had ever seen. He completely despised this woman.

She slowly started to rock faster and stronger, the more she f.u.c.k.e.d him, the deeper became his hate for her and the uglier she looked to him. As she got closer to her climax she started to m.o.a.n stronger and stronger. Rana just wanted to shut her up, filled with more hate than he had ever felt, but he had already given up on even trying to struggle.

She seemed to be shouting something at him, but he did not hear her any more, he just wanted it to be over already. Her movement became more erratic, and he felt like he could not breathe any more all of a sudden. She had actually lent over starting to strangle him, as he started to be short on oxygen and his carbon dioxide levels were on the rise, he felt his body moving again, full of strength. He started struggling but his mind was foggy, and he wasn't able to fight back effectively, his hand pushed, struck, grabbed, scratch around without aim while his legs kicked around in the air. Even though he struggled it, it was completely useless. His struggles were in vain, they actually turned her on even more. And she f.u.c.k.e.d him as if she had a demon inside her or so it felt to Rana who was now starting to loss consciousness due to the lack of air. Just when he was about to faint he felt his p.e.n.i.s starting to explode, then he felt how air rushed into his lungs. She cried out of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as she let go of his throat. He could feel her body shaking strongly on top of him, she seemed to have just o.r.g.a.s.med.

But that was just the start, her o.r.g.a.s.med held on, and she continued ridding him for a bit longer. This felt extremely unpleasant to Rana as his p.e.n.i.s started hurting. After a while, she seemed to have calmed down. She lay on top of him for a moment and the tock his d.i.c.k out of her v.a.g.i.n.a, letting the seamen flow out.

She then got off him and said "Well that was fun, wasn't it? Let's do this again sometime." happily, and dressed up. Seeing that he was not responsive, she left him lying there. He lay there still in shock, slowly breathing in the air and coming back to himself. After long while, he did not know for how long she had left but it felt like an eternity. His body cold and shivering, he slowly got up and finally managed to grab his stuff. He slowly dragged himself out of the building. In the tramway, on the way back home, he hid in the back corner feeling ashamed, scared someone could notice that something was wrong with him and would ask questions.

Arriving home the first thing he did was to take a shower. He wanted to get her disgusting scent of him, he felt extremely dirty he washed himself with soap a few times, but he felt like he couldn't get it off. He collapsed and lay there hugging his knees without strength, the hot water running down his skin. Rana started to cry silently. At some point he turned off the water and mechanically dried his body. Then stumbled to his bed and lay there awake, lost, terribly confused, not fully realising yet what had happened to him.