I knew one thing for sure: the best thing that makes girls shut up is a dick.

There was a short-haired woman with sharp facial features. I couldn't take a good look at her clothes, but I guessed she was wearing some sort of a uniform.

She was looking at me suspiciously, raising her eyebrow.

I spread my hands.

She raised her second eyebrow.

I looked at the door, where moans could be heard and simply shrug my shoulders.

"It seems like I remember you... You are a new slave of a young mistresses."

I involuntarily pouted.

"And what are you doing here, while everyone's so actively looking for you?"

She stood up and headed my way. I got a better chance to examine her. She was wearing a buttoned white shirt over a jacket, a dark pants and glossy shoes.

She was slim, one could say even fragile. Althogh her pants were a bit loose, in some places, where the fabric was strained, you could see her subtle curves.

I couldn't grasp, where does she get all that confidence and authority from.

"Oh, you were prying into mistresses? Such a silly doggy."

She said that with such a pampering undertone, that you would rather hang yourself than embrace her.

"What should I do with you, baby?"

She was one step away from me. She stately stretched her hand to me. You could see waves of authority coming from her, eating at my will of resisting her, making me obediently run after her, wiggling my tail.

I can't even imagine, how I managed to do that, but I momentarily rushed at her and snapped up her hand. She didn't even try to break free for some reason: maybe it was due to her not expecting my sudden moves, or she was just playing with me, making me feel like I had an upper hand.

I twisted her arm with no efforts whatsoever and lead her towards the table. She obediently followed, as though she was coming there on her own will. Only once she stumbled.

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It seems like she was leading herself using my hands.

Everything laying on the table at that moment was successfully removed from it, and the silence was broken by the sound of a breaking cup. I bent her over a little bit, her brest on the table... Or did she bent over herself?

I pressed my wrist against her butt and started to unbutton her with my free hand.

I wanted to take off those unwanted pieces of fabric... They are just in the way of her soft and tender body.

H-huh? These thoughts are mine... right?

As if in responce to that, she started moving her butt up and down my thighs.

"What do you think, when are you going to yap?" she asked me with a sarcastic note.

I didn't give my answer. I had a tunnel vision on her damn clothes I couldn't take off! My moves were more and more jerky, I even released her hand to deal with all her fasteners more effectively with my both limbs.

"Hey, hold your horses, young man. Let me help you out..." her tender voice echoed in my head.

She put her hands down... and started unbuckling me.

Goddamn blouse! I want her body! I want to touch her soft breasts and rackle them with my palms.

In the heat of a rising arousal I took off her jacket and started tearing her blouse, exposing her beloved body.

"What the hell..?" I heard a surprised voice underneath.

Pants were all she had left on her body. Her snow-white back was on the top of a cold table, her short hair was clouding my mind with the scent of her perfume.

I grasped her breast, squeezing and ribbing it. My fingers caught her nipples and I twiddled them.

"A-ah!"

The unknown girl has just given out a moaning shriek, which echoed throughout my skull even after it ceased to exist in a real life.

My hands started moving lower, while scratching her, rubbing her, and sometimes even squeezing her soft skin. At some point, my hands were on her hips.

Her dimples on her loin... A little bit lower she had a slightly slipping pants.

It seemed like she started playing with her hands out there.

I took off her pants, exposing her small butt she bent over towards me. My penis was lightly touching her crotch, and he was rippling in a rhythm with her heavy breath.

"C-come on!" she moaned.

My vision blurred. I am going to penetrate her right now.

While taking a steady aim, I was stroking her crotch with a tip of my penis. And at some point I penetrated... her butthole.

She cried out and tightened, clenching my pecker with her anal ring. I was trapped.

"W-where..?!"

She tried to lift up her torso, but I put pressure on her loin with my left hand, pressing her to the table. I took her by the neck with my left hand and pulled on, making her arch and fall silent.

A wave heat spreaded across my body from my crotch, lingering at my stomach. The heat was increasing alongside with arousal, it was getting bigger as I deeply violeted her, and it was falling off the moment I pulled my hips back.

At some point, I could hear a wood cracking and I saw her trying to seize upon a table.

I increased the pace, while she was weakening in my hands, panitng.

My heart was beating, and my desire attacks were getting more and more agonizing. I wanted to bite her, to nible her and to tear her apart. In the next moment, I wanted to caress and kiss her...

At some point my left hand happend to be alongside with my right one at her neck. I clutched my fingers, ramming her from behind. Her moans were transforming into dry wheezing.

My head throbbed, and the heat has long gone throught my throat and was burning my sideburns.

My blurred vision's turned red and the remaining thoughts've left my mind.