Marla T., 30, slender, wearing a one-piece dress, her long dark hair loose, got onto the elevator in her building at the end of a long day of sorting legal briefs and doing research in the stacks for the law firm where she worked. She barely noticed the man in the suit already in the elevator, wanting only to get to her apartment, kick off her high heels, and unwind with a glass of chablis.
The instant the elevator doors slapped shut the man pinned her face first against the wall.
She felt his erection pressing eagerly up under her ass, probing for entry. Her body tingled as anger and outrage mixed with fear in her formless thoughts. She realized, too, she was relaxed and surprised herself by saying, “No, wait. Not here.”
“Where, then? This is going to happen.”
“My apartment.”
“Sure, sure. Where hubby’s waiting to brain me.”
“I live alone.”
He kept her pinned. “You’d better.”
She heard the rustling of cloth, then felt something slip over her head and tighten around her throat. She’d been leashed. Noosed.
When the elevator stopped and the door opened, she felt him yank her, using a handful of her blouse’s collar and a clump of her hair that pulled the back of her neck. Wincing, she let herself be pushed ahead and guided him to her apartment, feeling the cincture on her neck tighten.
“Keys. Unlock it.”
She fumbled them from her clutch and unlocked the door, noting that her hands trembled. Her face was hot now, from the blood pumping in her past the noose. Yet she felt calm. This struck her as odd.
Once inside, he pushed her forward and made sure the door was shut and locked. “Anyone here?” he called out.
Marla, knowing there was no one, smiled to herself. She dropped her clutch on the sideboard, then bent, at the end of her leash, to lift her skirt and slip out of her underwear. She let the panties drop. She pressed herself against the wall now, her breasts and belly flat on the cool surface, and waited.
He was on her immediately, his cock if anything harder now. He bunched the back hem of her skirt at the small of her back. She felt cool air on her ass. She trembled to her core now as he pulled the loop tighter on her throat, making her breath ragged.
His cock slipped between and down, searching for a way in, so she cocked her hips a little forward by raising herself onto her toes, by arching her back. He found her warm wet welcome and thrust into her, at once going into piston mode as fast as he could.
He slammed into her repeatedly so fast and hard her body was overwhelmed and she realized she was having an orgasm without any of the savor. She let it pass, feeling him spurt warm wetness into her, and this caused her to begin a deeper, better orgasm. She gushed, dizzied, and when he felt her pouring down over his cock and balls he stiffened again at once and this time fucked her slower, his long out-strokes and longer in-strokes a caress that sent her into shivers of pleasure.
They both came hard again, her knees buckling, his elbow across the back of her neck holding her face pressed against the wall.
He slipped free from her and muttered something about a beautiful mess. The noose stayed tight. She heard him zip, then the door open. It closed and he was gone, all but his spunk, oozing down the insides of her thighs, reminding her how much she’d taken, how sweet it had felt. This prompted her to reach down and find the slick wet in her fur, where her fingers found her clitoris. She made herself come again, like a burst of rippling fireworks all through a sky inside her still throbbing with the thunder of bigger explosions. Only then did she loosen the cloth around her throat, to find it was his tie. It smelled of his cologne.
Turning her back to the wall, she slid down to sit for awhile in the beautiful mess, not thinking, not feeling, just wonderfully alive and empty and full and solid and electric.
Her glow ebbed, the pool under her cooled and congealed.
With a chuckle she got herself to her feet, used her underwear for a token clean-up. She cleaned the floor and a couple spurt stains from the wall, too, then went to take a shower.
Wearing her robe fresh from the shower, with the tie draped on the back of her neck, she lay on her couch and put her feet up. The glass of chablis was cool and tart.
She wondered who he was as she breathed his hint of cologne. She wondered if he lived in her building. She wondered if he’d find her again and hoped so.
When her cell phone vibrated she held it against her crotch and let it go to voicemail, hoping it would be him, who ever he was. She hoped, too, it was that shifty-eyed, cute newbie the law firm had hired, although a neo would not be able to afford her building.
She thought about being taken from behind and it aroused her all the more now that she’d experienced it.
Marla drifted to sleep with a half smile on her face, a hint of which smile stayed with her the whole next day. No one met her eye or winked, even though she wore the tie knotted in the collar of a plain white blouse, so she knew her mysterious intruder was not one of her co-workers. She hoped he’d come again soon, so she would.
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