Night shift - Sex Stories

Night shift

... some other life!" she snapped at him with whatever strength that was left inside her. "Go to hell, you disgusting pervert!" She concentrated all of her strength in slamming the phone down. That totally shattered her balance and her legs bended under the strain. She crashed down on the floor and embraced her knees with hands. Her heart was beating so rapidly in her chest that she felt on the verge of a heart attack. "What's wrong with me?" She wiped the profuse sweat off her forehead. Her hair, her lingerie, everything was drenched in her own secretions. Quiet hisses, just like those of the animal he has described her as, escaped her lips. She crawled on all fours to the couch when the very same voice echoed in her head. "Go downstairs. I'll meet you at the lobby. Don't be late." Awesome. That's all she needed, hallucinations. "Bullshit. You're not real. You're just in my head. And you're going to pop out of there just now!" She thrust her head between her hands as she was trying to erase the haunting messages. Her skin suddenly got hot and then she was assaulted by cold waves one more time. Neither the voice would stop, nor the constant mental images flowing before her closed eyes. He was dominant, just like that hand which gropes you without asking for permission while you're both pressed tight together on the crowded bus. He didn't accept no for an answer. "Even if I were not real, what difference does it make? Have you ever really cared all that much for reality? Stop ...

... with that token resistance. You know you want it." "My common sense is not that fragile." "I have no interest in your common sense. However, I've always been into mind fucking. Especially those minds of uninhibited imagination." "I can't... It's my shift, after all..." The moaning escaped her sticky, hoarse throat. "Don't worry. Nothing's going to happen. Go down! That is not a request!" This was insanity. She was supposed to manifest just a little bit more willpower. But they both knew she couldn't resist that delicious offer for too long. Especially when her fantasies were provoked by the transient unknown. All she had to do was to reach out and give herself to the temptation. Her steps were slow and hesitant since she was barely standing on her feet. "Yes, that's a good girl, keep on going." She didn't even bother to put her coat on. The woman couldn't wait to reach the meeting point as soon as possible and prayed fervently that some late neighbor wouldn't surprise her in the elevator. Her pulse was running like a crazy horse, her lungs were out of air, the fear and excitement were struggling ferociously at the pit of her stomach. Every step down the dark edge of the corridor leading her to her prize was so small, slow and painful, as if it was covered by shards of glasses. She wanted to yell and he was laughing at her ear. The woman hissed and promised herself to have her revenge at him once he was in her crafty hands. Finally the elevator brought her to the cherished goal, ...