My plea, humiliating as it was, didn't satisfy Nelson. "You can do better than that," he chided.

I gasped at the feel of him using his cock to tease my clitoris. My thighs gave an involuntary shudder, betraying my arousal. Desperation made me break down altogether and mewl, "Please, Nelson, fuck me!"

He laughed in satisfaction. "Aren't you the perfect little slut." 

I wasn't about to argue. And the reward for my submissiveness? My self-debasement? The tip of Nelson's cock, followed by his shaft, sliding inside me. 

His moan was almost as loud as mine, which led me to understand that his patience had its limit. Gazing up at him, I saw that he was avidly watching our coupling. My trembling grew more violent, for my inner walls were still exquisitely sensitive from the finger fucking he'd given me earlier. His sheathed erection felt so hard and large as it stretched me open.

Finally, his eyes met mine. "Your cunt's dripping wet for married cock," he taunted.

In response, I clenched my muscles around him, and he swore under his breath. Buried inside me, he eased forward, planting a palm on the bed on either side of me. I noticed he was flushed and sweating. 

"You really are all mine," he breathed, his eyes full of something like wonder. 

"Yes," I said in a tremulous voice. "Use me."

As he made a guttural sound, I sensed him wrestling with his most craven impulses. 

In the next moment, he surrendered to them. The feel of him withdrawing almost entirely and then slamming back inside me stole my breath. Fresh droplets of sweat beaded on his forehead, threatening to rain down upon me while he pumped his hips at a brutal pace. This wasn't anything close to lovemaking. No, this was a primal fucking, the likes of which I'd never before experienced.

Nelson studied my face, seeming to delight in every reaction I displayed. My cries grew loud and unrestrained, while my breasts bounced wildly. Lifting my hands, I clung to him as if to anchor myself. 

"You love it rough, don't you, Joni?" he demanded through clenched teeth.

I discovered I did. My past lover had been gentle, exceedingly careful, and he'd still hurt me. Now, I realized that the pain was due to my lack of arousal. With Nelson, I was so wild with desire that I was willing to beg for his rough handling. My entire body felt as if it was vibrating from heightened lust. 

"Yes!" I choked out. "Fuck me hard; make me your whore!"

He groaned, deriving clear satisfaction from my filthy words. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing, along with my bed rhythmically squeaking. Above all that, I easily heard the way Nelson's body slapped against mine every time he drove himself inside me to the hilt. My gaze lowered, enabling me to witness his powerful thrusts. 

"I know it excites you to watch," he said. "You'll never get enough."

I feared Nelson was cursing my lust, weaponizing it against me. But when our eyes locked, I understood he merely spoke the truth. This man had awakened something dangerous within my soul, something completely life-changing.

He'd done just as he promised: he'd ruined me.

That realization prompted my total surrender. The last scraps of dignity and inhibition were torn away until I pleaded without hesitation. "Oh, God!" I wailed. "Don't stop! Punish your filthy slut!" 

He drew in a sharp breath and then gave me just what I needed. As our fucking continued, I bucked my hips, matching his rhythm. Feral moans fell from my lips, and my fingers clawed at his skin.

"I recognize those sounds! You're close," he panted. "Come for me, you shameless harlot."

With my legs spread and my spine arched, I visibly shook, balanced on the edge of climax. And when I finally toppled over into that mindless ecstasy, I barely managed to suppress a scream. The sound tried to escape my throat, but Nelson's kiss subdued it. I shrieked into his mouth, my body writhing. All the while, he pinned me with his rock-hard cock.

Once he was certain my bliss had ebbed enough for me to keep quiet, he broke the kiss and reached between us. Carefully, he pulled out, and I whimpered in protest.

"We're nowhere near finished," Nelson promised with a wicked grin. Glancing downward, I noticed the condom he wore was covered in my juices. "Turn over, Joni." 

Though I didn't quite trust my rubbery limbs, I moved to do as he said. When I lay on my stomach, still breathing fast, he ordered me onto my hands and knees.

Exhausted but desperate for more, I positioned myself the way Nelson wanted. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he grasped my neck and guided my head downward. Now, my cheek was pressed against the sheet, and my ass was thrust out toward him. I felt far more vulnerable like this.

Of course, that was probably Nelson's intention. Kneeling behind me, he teased my swollen, tender cunt with his fingertips. "Insatiable little whore," he said, his tone affectionate.

Then he entered me yet again. My flesh offered no resistance as he pumped away, his hands tight on my hips.

I started to lift my head, but he ordered me to keep it lowered. Wordlessly, I obeyed; only a faint whine emerged from my lips. Unable to see him, I felt as if I were little more than an object for his pleasure. I was a hole he eagerly filled.

What was wrong with me that I loved it so?

Nelson must have been tired as well, yet he managed to last even while I spasmed around his cock. The pleasure was so intense that it made me shiver as if freezing. He swore, his voice edged with passion, and I knew he was close.

"Come!" I begged. "Please, I can't..." I felt that one more climax would destroy me.

Again, he pulled out, and I was too weak to question why. Placing a hand on my waist, he eased me back into a supine position. I remained malleable beneath his touch. 

It was only the sight of him removing the condom and tossing it aside that made me tense. Lying before him, I feared he would fuck me with no barrier between us. 

Instead, Nelson straddled my torso. With his cock in one hand, he grasped my chin in the other. "Open your mouth," he said firmly.

I looked from him to his erection, my eyes widening. Did he really want me to...?

"Open your mouth, Joni." He gave me a slight shake for emphasis.

Words deserted me as I obeyed his command. He didn't need to order me to extend my tongue; I did that all on my own.

"Good girl." His praise was a balm to my growing humiliation. As he stroked his cock at a frenzied speed, I braced myself for his approaching climax. My stare was fixed on his cockhead, which was flushed a deep, vibrant pink. Part of me felt silly with my tongue sticking out in wait for this man's cum, but Nelson's grunts and uneven breathing kept me pliant.

Though I was expecting it, I still flinched at his release. I heard his gasp just before he let go, and the first eruption of semen landed not only on my tongue, but also on my upper lip. I had little time to react, for more thick, white seed rained down on my cheek; it even dotted the bridge of my nose. Instinctively, I closed my eyes, refusing to open them until Nelson spoke.

"Swallow it, baby."

I tried not to blanch at his command. Already, I tasted the salty bitterness of his essence, and my first impulse was to dilute it with my saliva so I could let it leak from my mouth. Gazing up at Nelson, I sensed he took a strange satisfaction in my predicament.

Proving I was indeed his whore, I pursed my lips, leaving my tongue sealed away behind them. Then I swallowed with an audible gulp. His seed clung to my throat, reluctant to slide downward. Finally, I got my mouth clear of it, but the taste lingered. 

"You're perfect," Nelson told me, still breathing heavily. His tender smile made it clear that I'd pleased him. 

When he eased from the bed, I noticed his cock was quickly softening. I continued to study it, as if trying to commit every feature to memory. Nelson picked up his suit coat, retrieving his cigarettes and lighter, and also a pristine handkerchief. Then he returned to the bed and set about wiping my face clean.

"I certainly did make a mess of you," he remarked, and I couldn't help but giggle. 

After tending to me, he held up his cigarettes. "Do you have an ashtray, honey?"

I scrambled to get one from the living room. Neither Leah nor I smoked, but several of our friends did. Back in my room, I found Nelson propped up against the bed's headboard. I handed him the ashtray, waiting until he lit a cigarette before curling up in the crook of his arm. 

"Thank you so much for tonight," he whispered. 

When I lifted my head to give him a sweet smile, he lowered his lips to mine. I was surprised that he didn't shy away from giving me a deep, sensual kiss, seeing as how I'd swallowed a mouthful of his semen just a little earlier. 

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met," he told me, his gaze warm.

I snuggled up against him, basking in the feel of his naked body. We both reeked of sex, and I prayed Mildred would be asleep by the time he arrived home. 

For several minutes, we lay there in comfortable silence. While enjoying his cigarette, Nelson stroked my hair. I actually grew a little drowsy, and as sleep threatened to overtake me, I wished he could stay the night.

"It's late," he finally said, the regret evident in his tone. Releasing a heavy sigh, he put out his cigarette, and I took the ashtray from him. Neither of us spoke as he got dressed. Though I'd grown a bit chilled, I put on just my slip, for I knew I'd soon be heading for the shower. 

Nelson spent a few minutes tidying himself up in the bathroom. To my relief, the scent of my arousal was far less noticeable upon him once he reemerged. Unsure of how to end our night, I remained quiet while walking him to the door.

Before opening it, Nelson turned to me, and I readily stepped into his embrace. He planted another kiss on my mouth, this one so tender it made me want to melt deeper into his arms.  

"I'm so glad we could spend this evening together," I said.

"Me, too." Caressing my cheek, he asked, "Can I call you tomorrow?"

I didn't try to hide my pleasure as I nodded. 

When Nelson slipped out of my apartment, I watched him while using the door to shield my half-naked body. He glanced back at me, seemingly amused by my attempt at modesty. Offering a sly smile, he said, "Sweet dreams, dirty girl."

*****

When he called the following evening, we talked well into the night. Having the apartment to myself for the weekend, I didn't have to worry about staying quiet during multiple orgasms.

But our conversation wasn't strictly about sex this time. Lying in bed, I listened as Nelson described the monotony of his work and home life. I felt comfortable revealing the frustrations I had with my own job. "Of course, there's no room for advancement," I said, my voice edged with bitterness. "I'll be a secretary forever." 

"Just until you marry," he said between puffs on a cigarette. "Then you'll become a homemaker."

"No." I was surprised at how vehement I sounded. "I don't want to rely on a man to take care of me."

"Why, you little feminist." I could tell Nelson was smiling. "I shouldn't be surprised, since you're so modern when it comes to fucking."

Uncertain as to how I should interpret that comment, I decided to nudge the topic in a different direction. "Speaking of work, a man at the office asked me out yesterday."

Nelson was silent for just a beat. "And what did you say?"

"I had to turn him down because I would be spending the evening with you."

"He'll ask again." His tone left no room for doubt. "What will you tell him then? Are you interested in this man?"

I didn't speak for a moment while considering my answer. "I was before," I finally confessed. "But now..."

"Now what?" 

An exasperated sigh escaped my lips. Was he going to make me spell it out? "Now, you and I... we're..." I had no idea just what we were; I only knew he was no longer merely my friend's father. 

"Sweetheart," he began gently, "I'm a married man, and I have absolutely no claim on you. As much as I like to imagine you're all mine, I realize you'll see other people. Eventually, you'll fall in love."

Holding the phone between my chin and shoulder, I stretched the cord until it was taut in my hands. "It sounds like you don't want to see me anymore."  

"That's not it at all, Joni." All the lightheartedness had vanished from our conversation; now, Nelson sounded tender, as if hoping to soothe me. In a word, he sounded fatherly. "But there are obstacles to a relationship like ours," he went on. "I can't show up at your place while your roommate is there, and I'm not going to leave Mildred—"

"I don't want you to!" Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. This was going all wrong. Quietly, I said, "I know we're not in love, Nelson. The last thing I want to do is ruin your marriage."

"Then go out and have fun," he said just as quietly. "Enjoy yourself while you're young, darling, because it goes by all too fast."

Tears burned my eyes, making me feel even more foolish. "But what if..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "What if I never meet a man who..."

"Who encourages you to be a naughty slut in bed?" Nelson finished for me. "Oh, baby, you will. Just be sure you don't settle for someone you're not sexually compatible with. You deserve to be happy in all ways."

"I won't settle." Despite myself, I laughed. "I don't think I could now that I've been with you."

"Good girl." He hesitated a few seconds before asking, "Can I call you again sometime?"

Not tomorrow, or even next week. But merely sometime, that indefinable point in the future.

"Of course," I said breezily, determined not to reveal my fear that this was goodbye. I wouldn't say the word, not now. Instead, I wished Nelson a good night. 

"We'll talk soon, Joni," he replied. 

Whether that was a genuine promise or a well-intended falsehood, I had no way of knowing.

*****

On Monday morning, I showed up to work wearing one of my best dresses, professional yet flattering. I'd opted for a slightly redder lipstick than I usually chose. 

And as fate would have it, I found myself in the elevator with Dennis. It seemed too much of a coincidence, I thought. Was I hopelessly conceited in wondering if he'd been waiting for me to arrive? Waiting to catch me alone?

I heard his familiar voice calling for me to hold the elevator, and I hurried to do so. Stepping inside, he flashed a gorgeous smile. "Joni! How was your weekend?"

"Very nice." I waited for the elevator doors to slide closed before turning to him. "And how was yours, Dennis?"

"Would have been better if I'd spent some of it with you."

There was something hot and expectant in his stare; it simultaneously threw me off balance and made that familiar throb begin between my thighs.

Instead of speaking, I slid my tongue along my lower lip, never looking away from him. His eyes tracked the movement, and I knew he understood my meaning perfectly.

The elevator doors then opened, but when I took a step forward, Dennis gently grasped my arm. I watched as he pressed the button that would take us back to the bottom floor. Once we were shut into that small space yet again, he closed the minuscule distance between us.

"Have dinner with me," he said, his voice low and insistent.

Gazing up at him, I asked, "When?"

"This evening. Right after work."

His eagerness made me laugh. "But I should go home first and freshen up."

Dennis shook his head. "You're perfect just like this." Bringing his lips to my ear, he whispered, "Say yes."

Another giggle escaped me, yet I nodded while telling him, "Yes, I'll have dinner with you."

"Fantastic." His smile was both pleased and triumphant. "I'll swing by your desk at quitting time."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? People will talk."

He simply shrugged. "Let them." 

On our second ride up in the elevator, I couldn't resist sneaking glances his way. One thing was for sure: with Dennis, I definitely wouldn't be settling.