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Curtis shut off the screen and looked to the ripped woman next to him. "And you've been a big old slut ever sense. Well, a young slut anyway," he said, apprising Julianna. Yes, he thought, she'd done enough. "Honestly I'm impressed. You took to that incredibly well. I think you always had this buried in you."

Snarling, his panting boss said, "who fucking cares, you're not gonna let me go back."

"Tell me if that's something you'd want anyway," he said, genuinely curious.

She seemed to fight herself for a moment, maybe actually considering her feelings on the matter, before spitting out, "No. Because you made me want it."

"I didn't make you want it nearly so much as you think. You gave in almost immediately. At minimum, I think you wanted to be young again." He watched her realize that what he said was true. "I just directed your desires a little bit more toward the perverse, and then let you pick what that meant to you."

She stared at him apparently waiting for something. Curtis resolved to wait her out, curious about what it was she thought was going to happen. "Fucking fine," she said. "This is the part where you get your turn, I know. If you're just going to draw this out, I'll say it. Please fuck me a day younger."

Curtis grinned. "What makes you think you earned it?" he asked, which earned him a sharp look from her. He chuckled, "Alright, bend over."

Angry, but too horny and slutty to resist him, she did as she was told. She told herself that she'd do it with someone she liked later, and she probably would. Grabbing some helpless guy around the museum, bringing him back, and then fucking him until he could barely walk was one of her favorite things in the world.

He rose and positioned himself behind his boss. From behind, he looked at her near sleeping husband and grinned, knowing that neither of them cared if he was here at all. They both had the power to do whatever they wanted with him. The power had already gone to both of their heads.

He ran his hands over her beautiful back muscles, rippling like dunes, her skin smooth. He was no shorty, but he had to spread her thick legs wider to bring her pussy down to the level of his crotch. It was a good look, and he'd love to see her in this pose in heels. Everything lined up, he entered her.

Curtis expected some sort of reaction from her. A gasp, maybe, or a shudder. He knew what his cock could do. Instead, he got nothing, and it puzzled him. He started to fuck her, first gently, testing out the waters, and seeing if there was any angle that would elicit a response. When nothing came, he started pounding her harder, and finally began slamming into her so hard that the heavy desk started shifting. Still nothing.

Julianna signed and said, with clear amusement in her voice, "that's pretty pathetic. You have all that power, and I bet you've even used it on your dick, and this is the best you can do. I'm not exactly picky and this is the worst fuck I've had in months. Even Bill can do better and he's got decades on you."

Oh no, she didn't get to talk to him that way. It didn't matter if she was trying to bait him or not. But maybe he could do this creatively. After all, he knew he was fucking incredible. "Does your pussy adapt to whatever's inside of it, making everything you put in you as good as the best dick you've ever had?" He felt her pussy squeeze down, but not because her pussy itself contracted. Rather, she was flexing her pussy, like she was trying to hold him inside her. She let out a little whimper. "There's a good whore," he cooed.

Julianna moaned and started meeting his thrusts with her own, and Curtis had to really plant his feet not to be knocked back. From her slutty noises, he thought it was just an instinct, rather than any kind of retaliation, so he let it slide. Her tight pussy felt incredible, so that probably had something to do with his decision to just keep going.

"So, about your daughter..." he began.