The Descent

I sat in silence for a long time, absorbing Mathers' words. I felt like somebody in a kid's book who falls down a hole. Finds himself in a strange world where everything is different and weird. Like Alice in Wonderland. Did she fall down a hole? Or did she touch an eldritch sex artefact?

There was a dull headache forming and I found myself perspiring a little, even though the day was mild. I found my cock getting to half mast too, gently asking for attention. If only I had Barbara on speed dial. I'd get that bitch here, bend her over my desk and fuck her for the whole office to see. And after I'd pumped her full of cum they could all line up for a turn.

What? No. Fucking hell. I couldn't indulge in fantasy, that was a slippery slope. Even if this magic shit was real, I couldn't let it dominate my life.

I glanced at the desk across from where the elusive Dana supposedly worked. In another life she would have been the one who went that damned museum. That brought to mind a whole other slew of problems. I looked at the notes Mathers had left me and decided I might as well kill some time transcribing them onto my work computer. It was tedium but it could take my mind off how much I needed to get off.

Toiling away at that little task, I didn't notice that lunch had already come and I was alone in the office. To my total and utter surprise even Meagan seemed to have winked out of existence.

"Mr Taylor?"

My eyes zeroed in on the voice. Beth the receptionist was looking at me with her head titled quizzically. "Um, not going out for lunch, sir?"

"Totally spaced out and lost track of time," I admitted with a bashful shrug, "and also, just call me Ben, really. I'm not one for formalities, even less so when it's coming from a pretty lady."

A blush coloured her cheeks and she was struggling to suppress a smile. It wasn't all that impressive as far as compliments went, but Beth was acting like a schoolgirl. Surely this woman wasn't wanting for male attention.

"Um," she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking away a little bashfully, "I don't know what you were planning for lunch, but you could join me on the roof if you want?" Her eyes lifted just enough to look hopefully into mine. "I've got leftover Chinese that I can't possibly eat all by myself..."

Part of me, a tiny voice in the back of my head that represented my sense of decency and loyalty to my wife, was screaming at me to not go along with this. But that little voice was being drowned out by a thousand others all telling me to play along with this woman, to see where it goes. With each beat of my heart, my dick urged me onwards.

"Sure," I said at last. "I'm actually pretty hungry."

The building wasn't especially tall, but the roof had a kind of quiet magic to it. The view of the town was lovely and there was a gentle breeze that caressed my skin. I could see why Beth liked to come up here. It was mediative. Soothing.

Beth gestured to a small table and chair set up. "Ms Higston used to come up here for her smoke breaks," she explained as we sat down. "Since she quit, its mostly been left for my use."

"It's nice," I settled into the seat across from her, "do you come here every day?"

"Pretty much,"

She took a couple of plastic containers out packed with rice and handed one to me along with a plastic spoon. For a while we just ate in comfortable silence.

"So, how are you finding the town?" She asked, "must be a change from the big city?"

"It is," I agreed, "but so far it's been very pleasant. Everyone's been very welcoming."

I continued to focus on my food, but I couldn't help but notice that Beth was watching me intensely. When she realised I had noticed a blush came across her face. "Sorry, but...are you wearing a new cologne? It smells ....really good."

The way she was looking at me, the clear and naked lust in her gaze. I felt my body react accordingly, my dick aching as it hardened and grew into a lengthy flesh spear. I didn't even think and leant over and kissed her.

There wasn't even a moment's hesitation from Beth, her tongue eagerly meeting mine, caressing it, exploring every inch of my mouth. She moaned into my mouth, her hands reaching over to touch my body and rub it earnestly as the kiss escalated. We broke off, and I could see unadulterated lust and adoration in her eyes.

I caught my breath, and for a moment my conscience returned to me, insisting that I cease this madness at once. But then Beth was at my side, kneeling down and wrapping her soft fingers around my aching cockflesh, freeing the beast from its confines.

"I need this," she breathed, drooling a little "I need a taste..."

And with that Beth began to eagerly plunge her mouth up and down my cock, saliva coating it and dripping down her chin. Purring as she went. Her vibrantly, lust fuelled eyes gazing up at me as she went to work. The warmth and wetness was heaven, a balm on my iron hard cock being forced down her gullet.

Her purrs and moaning was amazing, as was the look of devotion in her eyes as she continued to stare up at me even as I fucked her face with abandon. I felt like a king, like a god and when I came, sending what had to have been litres of cum down her throat, it was the greatest orgasm of my life.

But unlike last time, my cock didn't soften. It remained rock hard and if anything, my arousal had only heightened.

Beth likewise wasn't done and rose to her feet, walking over to a nearby wall and bracing herself, lifting her skirt and lowering her panties, ass up for display. I followed instinctively, my cock throbbing with anticipation. I took a handful of that ass, groaning at how toned and firm it was. A trail of juices ran down her leg as she waved her ass invitingly, hungry for a fucking.

"Please Ben," she breathed, "I need it. I need you in me, I need to be filled, I need you to breed me."

There was something about those words. I felt every aspect of my being in agreement with her; I did need to fuck her and I did need to fill her up with as much cum as I could until this bitch was carrying my child. It was an animalistic, primal desire, but I couldn't help but surrender to it.

I lined my dick up with her twat, and slowly sank myself into her hot, tight, wet center. The two of us moaned at the feeling, of our bodies fulfilling their most ancient function. I thrust slowly and Beth moved in sync with me, moaning and gasping and mewling, desperate to have every inch of me in her depths.

Our movements began to speed up and the sounds Beth made began to increase, so loud and wanton that I wouldn't be surprised if the whole neighbourhood could hear. Her hips enthusiastically met mine, the movement fierce enough to take the wind from my lungs.

"Fuck," I exhaled, "Jesus you're so goddamned tight.."

Hearing my words the velvety walls of pussy tightened around me, strangling my cock in most euphoric of ways. "What are you...doing to me?," she breathed, "so...full, I'm so fucking full! fucking take me! Pound me! Give me that good dick!"

Spurned on by her words my movements became more violent, my cock sawing in and out of her at a brutal pace that shook her whole body. I found myself grinning violently. I wanted to break her, I wanted to breed her.

Beth looked over her shoulder at me, smiling in adoration. "That's...it! Fuck me! Keep fucking me! This pussy is yours! Claim it! I'm you're-ahhh-I'm your woman now! Fucking own me!"

Hammering away, I felt the air jar from my lungs as I threw all of my effort into her and was rewarded with a thunderous moan of joy from my new lover. Beth's whole body arched as she threw her head back and howled in pure bliss, her cunt squeezing down on me harder than anything I've ever felt.

My own release was coming soon and despite the haze of utter lust, I felt a moment of clarity even as I pumped away at the wanton body.