Sure!

Hey, why not? She's hot, and like you said, you'd take her under any other circumstances. Still, you're a little curious.

"Will you tell me why after we've done it?" you ask.

"I'll consider it," she replies with a smile.

You shrug. "Okay," you say. "Any special requests?"

She slinks around the counter and moves purposefully toward you, her eyes burning with need. "Only that you do not hesitate," she purrs, and with one fluid move that goes too fast for you to follow, she pulls her outer clothing free of her body. She's dressed in only a black lingerie set that wouldn't adequately cover a basketball, her red nipples hard and erect over the top of her demi-cup bra, the pink lips of her pussy clearly visible through her crotchless panties.

You can't help but stare for a moment, despite her instructions not to hesitate. Then you step out of your jeans as quickly as possible, and toss your shirt to one side. Instantly she pounces at you, thrusting her tonuge hungrily down your throat and pushing you backwards onto a large, plush chair. Her legs spread around you and you feel your cock slide between her thighs.

"No hesitation," she reminds you with a whisper. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes!" you say immediately.

"You have to say it."

"I want to fuck you," you whisper.

"Louder! Say it like you mean it!"

"I want to FUCK you!" you shout.

"YES!!" she screams, and with a roll of her hips she takes you deep inside her. Her pussy is deliciously hot and tight, and so creamy you feel like you've just thrust into a jar of vaseline.

"Come for me!" she whispers in your ear. "Come for me now!!"

Despite the fact that you've only been going at it for half a minute, you can feel the buildup to orgasm. Figuring she wouldn't mind, you take her tits in both hands and begin to suck on the nipples. She rides you even harder, taking you deeper and deeper with each thrust until your entire length is buried in her cunt. Then she pushes you over the edge, and you shoot hot come deep into her pussy. She slows down when she feels the first spurt, and lets you set the pace through your climax. In seconds, it's all over.

"That will do nicely," she says, her voice suddenly all business. "The book is yours. I hope you enjoy it."

"So..." you say hoarsely, the clear your throat. "So, will you tell me why?"

"Come back tomorrow if you really want to know," she says with a sly smile. "But I can reassure you that you have nothing to fear insofar as consequences from this little escapade. The book will tell you that much, if you don't want to take my word for it."

She stands up, leaving you dripping with her secretions and yours, and pulls her clothes back on.