That night, once Meridith had eaten dinner and dressed for bed, she found herself tossing and turning. It had been a long, long time since she’d had any trouble at all getting to sleep, but today…
The way he acted… The way Dana seemed to be so hot and bothered. Meredith bit her lip at the image of her proper, repressed secretary walking down the street dressed like a hooker, swaying her hips and wiggling her body to show everyone just what they were going to be getting.
And if she dressed right, she could be getting a lot… Guys would pay real money to fuck that girl…
Meridith lightly bit her lip at the thought, her eyes closed, the cool air of the bedroom playing over her nightgown-clad form. Dana might not even charge. Maybe she’d just bend over and offer to get fucked, because her slutty little body just couldn’t last without a man’s thick, long cock in it. She’d be begging and whining as a guy just bent her over some car, laughing with his friends and then he’d just thrust into her…
One of Meredith’s hands moved down her body, only the thin material of the nightgown between it and her flesh. She paused at one heavy tit, and started lightly rubbing the mass, hissing at the pleasure from the friction against her stiffening nipple.
Dana would be bucking, bawling like an animal in heat and behind her there’d be a line of guys, their cocks out, dripping with precum and ready to take the slut who had so willingly offered herself to them.
Dana would love it. Repressed girls always were the wildest… Repressed… Like…
Meredith…
“Wha—what am I thinking!” Meredith said in shock, sitting upright in the bed, her tits bouncing from the motion. She was panting, could see the image of Dana getting fucked but…
She’d never thought like that. Not now. Dana’s sex life, or lack of one, didn’t interest Meredith at all.
She shook her head. “I’ve been working too hard.”
Besides, those men would be a lot more interested in Meredith. She was a lot hotter than her secretary.
Smiling at that thought, Meredith rolled over and went to sleep, her last vision that of the strange watermarks in the documents she’d been sent.
Meredith was moaning, shuddering in the middle of the park. She’d been walking home and the guy, that big, powerful guy, had just started talking to her, and suddenly, she was hot and horny and just needed to be fucked…
And so he’d laughed and told her she’d do it out in the open, where everyone could see her.
And they could. There were people walking around, but nobody was calling the cops—they were just taking pictures of her and laughing and someone them were asking if they could take a turn… But Meredith didn’t care. She was bent over the park table, her ass out, skirt pushed up to her waist, blouse pulled down, her bra off, tossed to the side, and she was loving every single thrust of the guy who had taken her. She could feel her fuck-juices rolling down her inner thighs and it was wonderful.
“Go—fuck, fuck me, fuck me harder…” Meredith grunted, her long, black hair flying around her face. She could feel the rough surface of the table just rubbing her nipples and it was incredible.
“Damn, I thought lawyers were all stuck up!”
Meredith shivered at the words. She had been stuck up. Not now. Now, all she wanted was to be fucked, fucked until she was unconscious and she’d get on her hands and knees and beg for the privilege. That’s when she saw Dana, nude, kneeling in front of a man, her head bobbing as she took his cock like a pro. Behind her, other men waited, their cocks ready. Dana must have been there for a while, since her body was streaked with semen…
“I-I…” Meredith tried to say something, but suddenly the guy’s cock was swelling in her pussy and she realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and she wasn’t on the pill and her womb was about to be filled with his cum and that turned her on more than anything else.
She felt her orgasm roar through her and—
Her scream filled the empty, dark room. Meredith bolted awake breathing hard, feeling the wetness between her legs that showed that she just hadn’t dreamed of having an orgasm, she’d had an orgasm. Somehow, in her thrashing, she’d ripped her gown off of her body, destroying it in the process while she’d also kicked the covers to the ground. She was naked, completely naked.
I haven’t orgasmed since… Meredith didn’t have a lot of sex, and the sex she did have was usually for a purpose. She was good at faking an orgasm, but she’d never had one like she’d dreamed of. Never lost control, become an eager, moaning slut, who would do anything for a man’s cock.
The thought made her breath start to come faster, as Meredith called the lights up and walked over to the full-length mirror. Standing before it, she ran her hands over her body, cupping her heavy tits before releasing them, shivering in pleasure at the way they bounced free.
She wasn’t just good looking, she was fucking great.
“And I can do better than a park,” Meredith told herself. Tomorrow, after work, she’d go to a bar and pick someone up and show them a good time. If they looked wealthy enough and if they looked like they could be useful to Meredith.
She’d show them a good time and then… Fake another orgasm. Meredith pouted for a moment, then shook her head and steeled herself. She wasn’t in this for the sex, especially not that kind of sex where she was the one begging.
Even so, she didn’t get to sleep for much of the night, tossing and turning and thinking of a crowd of men, each one ready to make her theirs…
