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Note: Since this is a story about a dream, anything is possble. The story can make dramatic shifts, just like dreams do.
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He couldn't see her face, and wasn't even really sure who she was... she was turned away from him because he was fucking her from behind, pressing her over the copy machine.
The copy machine was old and well worn. They needed a new one. The noise it made disturbed most of the people in the office. She, however, was giving it a run for its money. From the racket, it seemed clear to Dave that she hadn't been fucked hard in a long, long time, and she really, really needed it.
His dick slid in and out of her dripping pussy relentlessly. In fact, he was pounding her hard. For dear life, she gripped the back of the copy machine. She was pressed over the top of it, and her legs would surely be bruised later. Her lovely little shirt was up around her waist. The waistband of her panties was still on her, white and cotton - but the rest of the soft material had been torn off and tossed aside.
Dave realized his pants were off too, becoming aware of the sensation of her legs, smooth, rubbing against his.
She started screaming. Dave wondered if anyone else would hear them and bother to investigate. He knew he should be worried. I mean, fucking the receptionist in the office in the middle of the day, practically smashing the copy machine to pieces ought to be worth a pink slip.
But this is a dream, Dave realized. Someone might come see what was up... so what? He might just keep fucking her brains out. As it was a dream, he often had no real control over what would happen next.... |