Oliver walked up, clearly exhausted and overwrought. Distressingly, Oliver was very aware of her womanhood today. Alicia was wearing her perfume which stung his nose, five-inch heels which made her tanned calves stand out as well as her round ass under the skirt of a navy blue business suit. The coat was barely closed over her white blouse, and a string of pearls offset the tan of her delicate throat. Her makeup was immaculate and slightly heavy, as usual. She stormed up to him, her breasts bouncing distractingly under her coat.
"Oliver! You need to let Hank back into the lab!"
"Hello to you, too, Alicia." Oliver sighed, pushing past her to unlock the lab doors. He held the door open for her by reflex, not that he consciously wanted to be anywhere near this woman. She sniffed and strode past him, and he was disturbed to realize he was watching her ass sway as she walked in front of him. He'd often thought that, beautiful as she was physically, if he was the last man on earth he'd still have nothing to do with this toxic woman, but here he was, checking her out, his cock stirring slightly in his pants.
Oliver sighed, tearing his eyes away as they came into the lobby. He crossed to the break area to make himself some coffee. He was feeling dangerously off-balance, distraught and anxious. He needed a diatribe from his partner's wife like a hole in the head. But old habits died hard, so he asked "I'm making some coffee. Can I get you anything, Alicia?"
She stomped over to him. "What you can get me is my husband back in the lab! How DARE you think that you can just order him around like he was some lackey of yours!"
Oliver kept his eyes focused on the coffee machine, listening to it percolate. "Alicia, your husband made some very bad mistakes last week, and with his illness he was likely to cause more."
Alicia crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot, uncomfortably close in the small break area. Oliver stepped back and found himself cornered between the water cooler and refrigerator. "Oliver, you wouldn't be here if it hadn't been for Hank! He helped you get all your initial contracts - without him you'd be nothing! Nothing!"
Oliver averted his gaze again, but he was beginning to get a little angry. "Alicia, I don't know what you think Hank did for me, but I assure you it was all my work that got me where I am today."
"Why are you treating him like some underling instead of your partner? You can't work without him, Oliver!"
Now Oliver was really mad. "Alicia, I don't know what you're thinking - I can and do work without Hank very easily. After his bone-headed fuck-up last week, I'm tempted to kick him out entirely!"
Alicia blanched. "Kick him out...?"
"Yes! Fire him, Alicia! I don't know why I didn't do it years ago, except as a testament to our friendship. But his mistake was so basic, so stupid, that I must have been crazy to let personal feelings get in the way of what was best for the lab!"
Alicia was backing up now; she clearly hadn't reckoned on this.
"No - please don't fire him, Oliver! If he lost his job now..."
"What? You'd have to work to support him?"
"We-we'd lose our house, Oliver!"
"And how is that my problem, Alicia? Do you think I care what happens to you and your deadbeat husband?" Oliver's temperature was rising again, his face flushed. He didn't know why he was being so harsh, except that the strain of the last several days were catching up to him, the stress that his thoughts were having. He was looming over Alicia now, and part of him had to admit that he enjoyed cowing her for once. All the fight had gone out of her eyes, replaced with a fright at her uncertain future.
She was so transparent; Oliver could see the thoughts going through her head as she decided to try a different tack. She smiled dazzlingly at him, switching effortlessly to Good Alicia mode. His heart thudded in his chest as she reached out and caressed his cheek. "Don't you, Oliver? Don't you care for me...just a little bit?"
Oliver's memory raced back to when Hank and Alicia had first started dating all those years ago, and how Oliver had fantasized about this beautiful creature. Unbidden, the memory of the nights where he'd been unable to sleep for all the noise of Alicia's passion in Hank's room came back to him, vividly. Alicia stepped forward slightly, her lips slightly parted as she gazed up at him adoringly. Oliver gasped and tried to pull away, but her arm snaked around his neck as she drew herself closer, pressing her body against his. She and Hank hadn't had any kids yet, and she took very good care of her body in her vanity; her breasts were high and firm and full. He could feel the hint of them as she invaded his personal space. It was easy to recall how pissed off he'd been by her screaming ecstasy keeping him awake again and again through college, now he remembered the many times he'd fantasized that he was the one in the next room with her, making her scream.
Every man dead. Alicia purred at him "Please don't make me lose my house, Oliver" as her other hand brushed against his chest. The last hope for humanity. Surely she could hear his heart pounding. His DNA had to propagate, whether or not he could come up with a cure... Her great dark eyes gazed knowingly at him, a slight smile creasing them at the corners, thinking her tease had averted the danger. But there was only one way to avert the danger, one way to be sure that humanity would survive to another generation...
Oliver grabbed Alicia and crushed her to him, kissing her roughly on the mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise at his rough treatment, but her fingers laced into his hair, pulling him closer. His hands stroked her long dark hair, her shoulders, her waist, her thighs, her ass as he pushed her back against the counter, his cock suddenly hard and pushing a large tent in his slacks. Alicia moaned and ground against him, gyrating her hips as he squeezed her ass cheeks through the skirt; her ass was muscular and yet soft with enough fat that it didn't feel hard. Oliver wondered at the feel of it, as his tongue pushed deep into her mouth, this woman who wasn't his wife, who was panting and rubbing against him. Frenzied, desperate, panting with his sudden overwhelming lust, Oliver pulled her coat down over her arms, pinning them at her sides while his mouth slobbered down her gorgeous throat to her clavicle, nosing the pearls out of the way. Alicia made a guttural noise like a snarl and humped her hips against him, trying to get closer. Oliver brought his hands up to grab her breasts roughly through the crisp white cotton shirt, pushing and kneading so that she arched her back trying to get him to grab even more. Grunting now, he grabbed her shirt's lapels and pulled roughly apart, the buttons popping onto the floor and the fabric coming apart with a tear to reveal her white underwire bra. Oliver just pulled the bra down, letting Alicia's tits pop free, her dark brown nipples large and hard. As he sucked her right nipple into his mouth and pulled her skirt up over her fantastic ass, he wondered at how different her breasts were than Jeanette's, so full, the nipples so fat, the aereolae so dark. He picked her up by the ass and slapped her down onto the counter and tore off his pants as he continued to suckle on her marvelous breasts.
Alicia managed to get her hands free of her coat at last, and pulled her head down hard onto her tits, moaning and panting curse words in the way he remembered so well now. He'd fantasized about it, even masturbated to the thought of her making such guttural noises under his touch, but the reality was so much better even than he'd imagined. He couldn't stand this woman, but she drove him crazy at the same time. He grabbed a fist full of her miniscule thong and began to yank it down over her hips and past her knees. He was amazed that she was already sopping with her moisture; he'd never been with a woman to get lubricated so quickly and so easily. The musk of her pussy rose in the air, making his head spin. He stepped back, looking at her disheveled form, tits slick with his spit, nipples jutting, breath panting, lust in her eyes, her pussy glistening with her legs spread wantonly on his lunch counter. "Wha-wha-what is it?" she panted, he ruby lips slick with their shared spittle.
What was he doing? Jeanette was waiting for him at home, and he'd never imagined that he would ever be unfaithful to her, much less that he'd have wild animal sex with this dragon lady.
Every man dead.
Only one way to save humanity...
Oliver stepped forward and plunged his cock into her, Alicia's eyes gaping wide so that the whites showed all the way around, a shout of the physical sensation of such an abrupt penetration echoing off the break room walls as her head snapped back and she arched her back to thrust against him. They continued hammering into each other, the coffee supplies falling off the counter to spill on the floor, her body bouncing upward with each thrust. Oliver's breath came hard and fast, little bits of spit flicking out of his mouth with each pant, his sweat slicking his hair back and dripping onto her writhing chest with each pump of their hips. The coffee machine started rocking back and forth with each hammer blow, until the counter itself made a loud cracking noise like a shot.
Oliver, his teeth clamped on her left nipple as she screamed again and again "Yes! YES! YES! Oliver! OLIVER!", grabbed her ass, a cheek in each hand, and pulled them apart and up, stretching her wide for his thrusts so that he could penetrate deeper and deeper. Alicia could feel him bumping up against his cervix, filling her and pounding into her, lifting her and pulling her down onto his turgid cock again and again. Oliver had lifted her completely off the counter now, and they stumbled back against the wall, his thrusts and hands keeping her off of the floor. Alicia pushed back against the wall, trying to hump down onto his dick as hard as she could, the squishing of their combined juices and the slap of their flesh louder and louder in the small room, only drowned out by their increasing screams of pleasure. Oliver was up on his toes now, trying to plumb her depths with his cock. He felt like he was bigger than he'd ever been before; her pussy clamping on his member exquisite. He shook his head, sweat flinging to either side, imagining all the world's population dying, seeing her wide, lust-glazed pupils, her flushed cheeks, hearing her screams which now blended into one long wail as she came and came, screaming and moaning and shaking. All the men dead, and the only way for the race to survive was to impregnate as many women as possible. Oliver imagined cumming inside this gorgeous sex creature who wasn't his wife, the white spunk filling her up, and he felt the familiar pressure on his cock as it swelled even larger, pulsing and throbbing. He yelled, thrust hard into her three more times, hitting her so hard that her head bounced against the wall, and then pulled her down onto him as far as she could go, bouncing up against her cervix to mix pain with pleasure. His ejaculation came hard like a wave rocketing out of him. Alicia's eyes widened again, and she let out a gasp and groaned deep in her throat as his spunk sprayed into her. He ground her pussy against his pelvic bone as he rotated his hips to spread his semen everywhere inside her. He came and came, for what felt like a minute, his yells becoming more and more hoarse, his legs weakening to the point that he had to carry her over and tip her backwards onto a break room chair before he would just collapse. His legs were shaking and he felt drained, his very life essence spewed into her.
He lay there on top of her for a few moments, weakly nibbling at her breasts as the last few spasms rocked through his body, sending even more cum into her snatch. Oliver looked up at her glazed eyes and well-fucked expression and was filled with the inevitable emotional connection to this woman with whom he'd just shared this extreme intimacy. He hadn't been with anyone other than Jeanette in twenty years. Were they all this good, or was it just this wonderful woman? She was incredible. He felt elated and enervated at the same time. He eagerly kissed Alicia again and again, along her chest, neck and chin, cheeks, mouth, nose, ears. He couldn't get enough of her; she drove him crazy. He was already anticipating when they could do this again. And again.
"So...I guess this means Hank isn't fired?" Alicia grinned weakly at him. Oliver stepped back and began to gather his clothes again. He nodded jerkily, suddenly not wanting to meet her gaze, ashamed at having slept with his friend's wife, and so abruptly. He desperately wanted her, but the guilt washed over him.
Worse than that, he realized as he watched Alicia gather her clothes together, trying to arrange and button her coat to disguise the fact that her blouse was ripped open, was that this wasn't the only time he would do this, nor would it be the only woman with whom he'd do it, if his theory was correct. Though his cock stirred slightly in his pants, Oliver found this thought abjectly depressing. Problems with the plan rose unbidden: how could he make sure that each copulation resulted in a pregnancy? There was no way. Therefore, he'd have to do what he could to improve the chances, and even then there was no way to be sure that the baby would survive to full-term, that it would have his immunity, or even that it would be a boy. This likely meant that he would have to have even more sex to minimize those variables as best he could.
Alicia came over, holding her sodden thong in her left hand, and put her hand on Oliver's arm, concerned at his silence. Oliver looked at her long and seriously, thinking how important it was that his friend's wife be pregnant by him, and how there was no way he could express that to her. He smiled at her, this gorgeous despised woman, and crushed her to him again, kissing her long and hard. He could feel her huge nipples, still somewhat hard, through the thin navy blue fabric of her coat, and his cock gave an answering stir in anticipation of their next encounter. They came up for air after a while and she stepped back and started to turn for the door. Oliver slapped her ass playfully as she left, thinking "That gorgeous ass? That's mine now" and remembering how it felt to shoot his spunk deep into her, to try to get her pregnant.
He'd have to do it again, and soon. He didn't know how much time the world had. |