Just what you need.

Warm hands suddenly grasp your hips tightly, the stumbling steps halting immediately behind you. A moan escapes your lips in response, physical contact the most important thing in your life at this exact moment. It was like that one time you tried Ecstasy at a rave in college.

Whoever it is doesn't even need to pull you up, you pushing yourself to your feet as he kicks the chair out of the way. A gasp escapes you as he pushes you forward towards the yet-flickering monitor, the lights still transfixing your gaze as you barely manage to catch yourself with your hands to either side the desk. Your companion tugs at your hips, rendering you bent at a right angle. One hand moves to jerk up the hem of your dress, the other doing the same with the top. You finally identify your "reward" as a man when he grunts, disgruntled at discovering your bra.

You let out a moan as he tugs that up over your breasts, exposing your nipples to the chill air. Almost immediately, he is pressed against your back, heavy breath dusting your ear as both hands maul your tits. This illicits even more moans, whimpers, and small cries, your cunt practically drooling like a hole poked in a weakening dam.

You whine in protest as on hand slips from your chest, but that disappointment vanishes at the sounds of a zipper and rustling clothing.

Without ceremony, he shoves his way through, entering your leaking hole like a SWAT team with a battering ram. A small part of your brain protests. This is the kind of thing almost every class you took in college told you was bad and evil and needed to be stopped and stuff. A larger part responds that it's fine. The pretty lights say it's fine. It also feels _amazing. _That shut up the naysayer.

He wastes no time. In the second that this "conversation" took place in your mind, he initiated a powerful pace, battering your tight pussy with the intensity of an invading army. Your mouth is wide open, expelling almost constant screams of pleasure.

His hands return to your breasts, his mouth next to your ear again. He grunts wordlessly, rutting you like an animal determined to inseminate its mate. You feel a tightening in your abdomen at the thought. He notices, too, giving a groan of approval.

Your mind briefly wonders what the man currently decimating your cunt looks like-- who he is, how old he is, what he wears. Those thoughts are almost immediately fucked out of you, just like the rest of your higher processes, leaving behind the base animal all humans are at the base level.

His thrusting and breathing both become erratic, your mind blanking out, filled only with the lights of the screen before you. The impending end of your reward leaves you both disappointed and incredibly excited.

Almost out of nowhere, it hits, both of you crying out loud as orgasm hits simultaneously. You feel as if you are literally cumming your brains out, the moment lasting for what feels like forever. The intensity is upped to eleven by the feeling of his cum spilling into your womb like a hot hose. All too soon, it's over. He slips out of you, dropping your body which collapses to the floor, forcing your eyes from the screen for the first time. You can't really tell, the flashing images repeating through your mind as you lay there, wasted with your tongue lolling from your brainless smile.

The door opens again, the stumbling footsteps retreating. The entrance shuts once more, leaving you to recover.