Narrators P.O.V...
"Are you ok?" She questioned him, acknowledging his heavy breathing.
"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." He said, scooting his chair closer to her desk, varnishing his massive boner.
He didn't want to devour her whole, right here. It'd bring him even more vexation. He'd surely go to prison, if he persisted in his actions.
He had two options.
Jump over this desk and risk it all, or try to maintain himself.
Of course, this wasn't an easy task for Jahseh.
She tried to ignore his heavy perspiration and carry on with her short session. Time was money.
"What was the cause of you being incarcerated?" She asked, ordering files, during ventilation.
Jahseh cleared his throat, frightened of the reciprocation she might give to his overgrown counterclaim.
"Ninety-eight... women... I raped." He finally finished.
"Ninety-eight...?" She asked in repudiation.
"About to be ninety-nine..." He mumbled, below his breath.
He pounced on her, extracting her clothes from her body as she tried her best to scrimmage him off. Sadly, her flimsy hits weren't enough to make him back down. By this time, they were both naked as Jahseh pinned her arms to her desk, biting at her neck. Nothing would stop him at this point. He knew what he desired and he wasn't going to let it go so dexterously. He slid the tip in as she clawed at his back, wailing out for help. Jahseh surfaced her mouth with his hand, appeasing her high-pitched howls.
Jahseh came back to life, wishing his fantasy was validity.
His palms became drenched as his naughty thoughts continued to poke at him. At this point, Jahseh still didn't know what his next enterprise was going to be.
The voices returned, which only returns when he's exceedingly horny.
"Do it man. What have you got to loose? Prison? Big deal. You're tough enough, you could fight those fags off." The voices nagged him.
Jahseh knew he wasn't strong enough and knew prison was a big damn deal. The voices always liked to go against his will, brainwashing him into thinking it was a good idea, nine time out of ten, he listened.
"Fuck that bitch, then kill her. She ain't nothing. There's much more pussy where that came from." The voices communed with him.
Jahseh strongly contradicted. She was much to precious just to kill off.
He watched as her mouth just flapped open and closed, not able to hear one thing over the escalating voices.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jahseh yelled, within his head, trying his best to wrangle off the brutal voices.
"You know you want to." They taunted him. "Imagine... fingering her.. eating the day lights out of her.. hearing her soft, delicate voice moan your name. I know you want it... and you could have it all. Just do it."
That last line had Jahseh nibbling at his finger nails. He did want it all, but he mostly wanted her. He didn't want a hit and run, he craved something lifelong, which was scarce for him.
"Make her cum. Make her moan. Make her want you. Forever and ever." They continued.
"Yes... yess.." Jahseh slowly agreed.
"You'll finally get to be together after you give her that good dick. I promise." They reassured.
He stood up and approached her, basically foaming at the mouth. The chuckles in his head got emphatic. They knew they mislead him, knowing it wouldn't end too well.
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