Extended Dream Version (Sexually Doomed)

I wanted to question all this over again. I wanted to raise an objection. I wanted to ask what was going on? How I was suddenly here, how he even got to the office and most especially, where all my clothes had gone.

But each time I opened my mouth, I fell back into his chest, crying for more, begging as I moved against him frantically with the pleasure that had decided to shake me to my very doom.

Pleasure that I just couldn't fight against even if I tried.

I would gladly die if this would be what would eventually kill me.

This was just too good.

Why was it so good?

"Fas---" I tried to command through my quivering lips before it turned to a silent gasp.

"Look at me."

But I didn't want to.

I feared what I would see. Feared that he might be who he wasn't supposed to be. I didn't even know who he was supposed to be, but I was scared nevertheless.

I moved against him instead, my mouth letting out another silent gasp when his hand moved to the other breast that he had been neglecting, pinching a nipple. I almost cried in utter gratefulness of the pain and pleasure that rushed through me.

Fuck, how dare the Unit deny me of this?!

"Look at me."

This time around, he accompanied his command with a slow down in his thrusts and I whined, moving faster against him not to lose the heightening feeling, but painfully, it wasn't the same.

Feeling defeated and absolutely desperate, I looked and the face that looked back at me was the very one I feared it would be.

Why was I doing with this stranger I met barely minutes ago? Why was I letting him put his fingers in---

His thrusts quickened and my questions dissolved from me, suddenly losing all importance as I felt my oragsm gather slowly at my core, waiting to explode and send me to different realms of pleasure when it reached the peak.

The stranger locked his dark lustful gaze with mine and I just couldn't look away. My mouth parted in silent moans, my eyebrows furrowed from the intensity of the pleasure, as he went faster, the sound of moist flesh against another filled my ears, then the stranger's moaned as if he enjoyed watching me quiver in his arms like this. In a second, he was no longer holding my gaze, but was now looking down at me.

I looked down at myself too, past my hardened nipple and his large calloused palm that was cupping the other, to in-between my thighs, watching his hand that was buried deep inside there.

My goodness.

I could feel every sense I had come alive, every part of my skin overly sensitive in a different way, my muscles stretched taut in anticipation, then I heard the door swing open.

My gaze darted to the door and my eyes widened at the person that made it in.

Clanking boots against the ground and all.

General Liy.

I really shouldn't have asked for death because it looked like I would be getting it in any moment.

Her eyebrows were furrowed with rage and absolute strictness, her eyes stormy with anger. I wanted to come up with words to get me out of this situation but he had hook his fingers in me, hitting a spot at that moment, while his thumb also moved a little below my clit and rubbed, my orgasm hit at that moment.

My orgasm hit me with feral intensity and I spasm around his hand.

"Fuckkkkkkk."

My mouth hug open as I stared at General Liy, my whole body grew taut.

The sensation as sweet, ecstatic.

The stranger pulled my head back so I could look straight at him through my orgasm, as he thrusted his fingers faster into me, and rubbed my throbbing clit through it.

My head immediately felt fogged with sexual dizziness.

The pleasure felt absolutely shattering.

It felt too much.

But I loved too much.

My body shook from the aftershocks, my pussy letting out juices that coated his fingers and spilled slowly on the table, while my inner walls clenched and pulsated.

Electric waves after another.

I wanted more.

I could feel a bulge pressed to my naked back at that moment, a rough cotton fabric serving as a minor obstruction.

I looked back up at the stranger who had a smirk on his face.

"You moan good."

Then his smirk dropped, he turned back like someone had come out at him through that direction.

But there was nothing there, only a wall and General Liy's shelf filled with many awards.

"Shit," he cursed and suddenly, everything felt wrong.

I could feel the painful withdrawal of something away from me, then the crashing of the whole environment.

The walls, the shelves, the room, the table I was on with my thighs still widely spread apart.

I was scared now. Terrified.

What was going on?

General Liy was still by the door but she was starting to crack like a broken hologram.

What was going on?!

"Shit! Just leave me alone!" I heard the stranger snap. His accented voice still sounded absolutely lustful to me but the rage there was now glaring.

I looked back up at him to see if he was still there behind me, but I saw no one.

The whole environment turned black and soon enough I was starting to crash myself, like I was falling down a black abyss.

Just like that, my senses were starting to return to me and I was questioning everything.

Everything.

Till I finally crashed.

I sprung up with a jerk but the bars above me hit my head and I had no choice but to sit instead.

I could hear voices from a distant away but I didn't know where I was.

It was absolutely dark and that smell.

Putrid.

This place stunk.

This wasn't Anastasia hotel room?

What was I doing here?

"How did you get in here?" I heard a shaky female voice from behind me. "You are not one of us."