It felt nice to have a sense of control. His boss may have ruined his life, but he would ruin the boss’s wife, ruin his relationship, ruin his life. There was no better vengeance. There was a drop of pre-cum emerging from the tip and he brought his cock over to her chest to rub the pre-cum on her boobs. He wanted to rub his cock all over her, not only over her boobs, but also across her face, her cheek. He pried open her mouth and pushed his cock inside. He should take a picture and send that to everybody in the company.
Camilla was waking up again. She could hear her own blood coarsening through her veins, her heart beating, there was a nagging headache following the rhythm of her heart beat. She moaned and noticed there was something in her mouth. Something warm and fleshy. She tried to push it away, to turn her head, to use her hands and then suddenly it was gone, it was replace by a muggy cloth on top of her nose and mouth. Sharp fumes crawling into her noise, making her even more groggy. She vaguely registered a hand squeezing her boob, a hand rubbing her pussy.
She barely managed to open her eyes, her eyelids were fluttering and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head, a moment later she sank into a deep oblivion.
Jessie removed the cloth and rubbed his cock in her face once more, trying to squeeze it into her mouth, it wasn’t that satisfactory though. So he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and pushed his cock against the entrance of the pussy. He lingered in this moment for a while and then he thrust his cock forward. She was nice and tight and the insides of her vagina welcomed his cock in a mushy embrace. He started moving, slowly at first but picking up speed along the way.
Arousal was spreading through his body, but there was something else, something that felt even better, a feeling of victory. A feeling of power and control. His movement became rougher and rougher as he was getting more and more excited.
She felt like waking up from a sexy dream, except she wasn’t fully awake yet, she was still dreaming, or was she awake after all? It was hard to figure out what was going on, there was a cock penetrating her pussy, and her pussy seemed to quite like it. Yet her mind felt so groggy. She opened her eyes. A strangers face hanging above her, someone she’d never met before.
‘Who are you?’ She asked drowsy. ‘What is going on?’
She tried to push him away from her, but he was way stronger, or maybe he wasn’t that much stronger, maybe she just couldn’t control her limbs, her arms were swaying aimlessly, her muscles felt weak and unruly.
‘Do you need more chloroform?’ He asked.
Camilla shook her head. ‘No.’ She said. ‘No, please not.’
‘Then lay still.’ He said, while thrusting his cock even deeper into her pussy. She could hear him breathing, a grumbling deep within his throat. His muscles tense and beautiful as he tried to keep her in place. He was way younger than her husband, and while she never before had any complaints about her husband, this guy seemed to have a lot more stamina, more passion, more lust, more drive, he seemed to want to possess her completely.
‘No.’ She said. He was a stranger. A stranger that just walked into her home and drugged her. His cock was massaging her pussy and arousal was building up. ‘No, no, no.’ She said again. She struggled and tried to push him off of her. She kicked her knees, and twisted and turned, trying to roll off the couch.
He grabbed the white cloth, mumbled something about the cloth getting dry and he reached for a brown bottle. While he was busy pouring copious amounts of chloroform on the wash cloth, she managed to get away from him. She fell off the couch, but when she tried to stand up the world was spinning heavily and she was getting even dizzier than she’d already been. She grabbed her own head. Stumbling and struggling she moved forward, she bumped into a chair, and for a moment she was disoriented. She took a deep breath and tried to figure out where to go next.
There that chemical smell was again. She grabbed her face but there was no cloth covering her nose and mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the cloth floating in the air just inches away from her nose. She pushed it away, she turned around and started walking again. However the fresh fumes had made her extremely numb and dazed. She stumbled and fell on the ground, on hands and knees she crawled away until she bumped into a wall, she struggled to get up, there the fumes were again.
That cloth dangling in front of her face, getting closer and closer and then it was covering her nose and mouth. She had no choice but to inhale the fumes and quickly she felt her mind slipping away, she wasn’t aware of what was going on anymore, yet she wasn’t completely unconscious either. Her body was lifted and placed back on the couch again, and then she felt the cock push inside of her. Filling her up again. The cloth was somewhere close by, she could still smell it, but she didn’t know were it was. It wasn’t on her face.
He started trusting, fucking her again and the feeling of a cock inside of her made her horny. She didn’t know what was going on anymore. She was dangling on the edge of consciousness. She was a mindless sedated puppet, a sex doll maybe. The arousal kept on building and building, it was out of her control. Everything was out of her control. It just happened, she started orgasming, her arousal peeking, her pussy twitching and cramping up as if she was milking his cock. Who’s cock? She didn’t even know. She was too detached and disoriented to know. Just the cock and her pussy, just that orgasm spreading through her body, making her convulse, making her mind numb.
Jessie looked at her moaning and panting and he gently placed the cloth over her face again. She never really registered the cloth was there, she just willingly slipped into oblivion again.
Jessie had been close to orgasm for a while now, but seeing her eyes flutter and her head slumping to the side was enough to get him to blow. His body tensing up and then that orgasmic wave traveled through his pelvis, up his chest and down his legs. His whole body was filled with this orgasmic pleasure, it was deep, it wasn’t just sex, it was deeper than that, it was life. It was regaining control of his life, regaining autonomy. He existed. He was here and he couldn’t be fired just like that. He filled her pussy with his cum.