She offered me a glass of wine. I pulled my pants up and followed her to the kitchen. As she poured the wine I wrapped an arm around her waist and st...ood behind her. I swept her hair to the side and kissed her long neck.“Already?” she asked. “You ARE young.”“Not quite,” I answered. “But it won’t take long.”I spun her around. We stood face-to-face. She looked her age, but I found the lines on her face made her more attractive. We kissed. “You know I want to see them,” I said.“Every man. She looked down at me briefly and then stepped out of the elevator car. The doors closed and only the orderly and I remained. ‘Damn she looked good, didn’t she?’ He asked from behind me. ‘Yeah. Almost good enough to eat.’ ‘No shit man. I’d eat her damn pussy in a heartbeat. God she was hot. Looked like she had the hots for you too. Maybe I should have pushed you out where she got off and let you make a play.’ ‘I doubt it would have been successful.’ I answered as the doors slid open on the. “Nooo! Please I’m not gay! Please stop! please no, ugh...oh my god.. ooooooh fuck.” I was overtaken by the sensation of his cock rubbing against my prostate, sawing in and out of my ass. He started saying really nasty things, about how I loved his dick, how I was a slut waiting for a fuck. I was still angry, but his cock had started to feel really really good inside me. I could feel my own cock throbbing beneath me, and I never usually got hard this fast after coming. He was thrusting deep into. “Mr. Davies, let me prove it! Just tell me how!”“I'll show you!” I growled.My arms hugged her torso tight to me. I slammed her down my cock then stood up. She gasped, impaled on my dick. Her pussy clenched as she squirmed. I pivoted, turning her so she was bent over my desk. She knocked a stack of papers to the side. Her elbow hit my keyboard. She threw a look over her shoulder, her blue eyes glassy. She opened her mouth to say something when I ripped out of her cunt. She groaned, biting her.