Emergency Stop

Zipless Gone South

Enjoyed themselves.... a flimsy kind of defense....wouldn't you say Madame Coswel?? Heather's lawyer-self, cross examining her justification. What is consent? How do you know you've received it? Are we ever sure of what we want? Often we want it in that fleeting moment but then regret it later. Does that give us license to deny we ever wanted it ? The new sports car, the rhinestone bra, the calorie laden restaurant dish. Or does the brain's self-deceptive behavior make the decision for us, and the desire never existed? How many men, who had almost begged her to give it to them, frantically searching for release, only later to state publicly that they had no role in ending up where they were? I mean how does a grown man end up handcuffed in that position in an elevator alone with a pool of his own cum on the floor and a cat tail butt plug in his ass?

Jonathan thrust into her hard. Again the flash bulbs and explicactives exploded in Heather's head. She remembered banging her head against the mirror where she was watching him and thinking the whole scene surreal. This hairy god with a body of a minotaur, in all departments, pulling her hips back and thrusting his into her. The pain. The pleasure. The raw nature of his animal movement. She watched him for signs of pleasure. Jon seemed to be enjoying it, but not at the level she expected. She remembered a kind of a mechanical, melancholy mood washing over Jonathan's countenance, and wondering if she was doing something wrong. Jon, in turn was watching the same expressions on her face, and the whole thing seemed to fall to pieces. 

"What's wrong? Heather questioned as the thrusting waned. "Am I doing something wrong?" Jonathan just stood there for a minute, emotions flushing over his face. Lust, disappointment, hunger, anger and resignation. "It's not you, it's me." 

 Heather burst into laughter, this time spraying the mirror with spit. "Did you just say that?!!! Are you breaking up with me, with you cock still in my pussy???" Heather couldn't help but laugh at the irony of a zip-less fuck gone bad. 

"No...no...no...I mean.... wait, breakup?... what??" She had him confused. 

"Look, never mind, what's the problem? You don't go for women?" 

"NO...I mean Yes...it's just that...with this thing....a small woman...like you... is never satisfying. I need something to push against. I need someone with depth. I need an experienced woman that can work with me. Look, no offense, but I need a woman with a big ass to satisfy me." 

Again, Heather burst into laughter at the strangeness of it all. "You like big butts!!?" 

He nodded. It was all he could do. "And besides, I'm supposed to be prepping you and getting you up to the twelfth floor for your appointment with Donovan. That's got me a little distracted."