"Wow!"
       By now she was used to Sally's low-voiced breathless comments every time a half-way decent male came anywhere near their shared desk. She didn't bother to look up. Sally kicked her, rather harder than necessary, under the desk. She winced.
       "If you do that again, I'll pour coffee over your keyboard."
       "Sorry. But look... Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?" Sally nodded frantically, her eyes directed over Kate's shoulder. She sighed and turned.
       Only to be brought up short, eyes widening. "Wow" indeed!
       He was tall, broad-shouldered, blond, blue-eyed, gold-tanned. He would have looked like a refugee from an Australian version of the Chippendales, except for an appealing diffidence, a shy refusal to look anyone in the eye for more than a few seconds. Kate felt her face reddening. Luckily he wasn't looking her way.
       "I saw him first!" Sometimes Sally could be very childish, Kate thought to herself. Though perhaps this time it was justified.
       "I can't imagine him not being attached. Not looking like that!"
       "So? They can always become unattached, you know." Sally's face dropped as Gorgeous walked away, following the group manager to his office.
       "Back to work, sunshine." Kate grinned. She'd already decided to make some discreet enquiries.....

       In the canteen at lunchtime a small knot of animated women were hovering round a corner table. Kate's premonitions were confirmed when she sauntered past on her way to a different table: Gorgeous was sitting there, smiling shyly and trying to eat his lunch before it went cold. She joined Sue, an older woman from Customer Service.
       "Well, looks like he's going to have his hands full!"
       Sue harumphed disapprovingly. "Looks like a right himbo to me!"
       "Oh come on. He's okay. Quite tasty. Do you know who he is?"
       Sue could be relied on to know all the latest - news, gossip, rumour, scandal...... She smiled.
       "Name's Jacob Monmouth. He's some kind of computer expert, brought in to customise our spreadsheet software or set up a new system or something. New to the area. Word is he's just graduated from Cambridge. Bit young for you - unless you really want a toy boy..."
       Kate laughed. "If it looks like that, I'd not kick it out of bed! Perhaps I could ask him out for a drink."
       "You and the rest of 'em! Do you think you'd get a look in?"
       She shrugged. "I don't see why not. I've as much to offer as most - and a lot more than some!"
       "Good luck...!"

       She didn't find an opportunity to invite him out until the following week. In the meantime, practically everyone else had done so. But he had refused them all. Kate decided to play it cool and bide her time. She let the opportunity pass.
       They met occasionally during the course of the day, exchanged smiles and the occasional pleasantry. Jacob wasn't much of a one for small-talk. Or any other kind of talk, as far as Kate could tell. He was either monumentally shy or simply so unskilled in the so-called social graces that he didn't realise that communication was possible between humans as well as between computers. Kate continued to bide her time.
       After three weeks, the other women grew tired of his refusal to allow himself to be seduced, and stopped trying. Kate waited another week before casually mentioning she was going for a drink after work on Friday and would he like to join her?
       To her swiftly disguised astonishment - and considerable satisfaction - he said yes.

       It was a strange encounter, filled with hints, subtle nuances and brief but somehow burning glances. Kate arrived home - alone - feeling as though she'd just spent an afternoon romping enthusiastically with some sort of athlete. Her legs shook, her head spun, she felt positively dizzy.....
       As she leaned back against the door she addressed her reflection in the mirror.
       "Now what the hell was that all about? He didn't even touch me!"
       'But if he can make you feel like that without touching you, just think what it'll be like when you do finally get in the sack!' The thought of it made her weak at the knees, and she staggered through to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, reaching for her vibrator. Her mind painted titillating images on the inside of her closed eyelids as she tried to slow herself down. Ah, lust. What a wonderful thing it is!
       She came far too quickly, leaving herself far from satisfied, and went to run a bath. She played with herself while soaking, and came again, more strongly this time. And later, in bed, tossing and turning, too hot to sleep, she imagined his tongue, wet and sensual on her body, his hands touching and stroking, his cock... And she came again, powerfully, without even touching herself.
       She woke from erotic dreams, languid and damp, her hand teasing herself. And decided; what the hell - let's act like a kid for a bit. Won't do any harm. After all, what have I got to feel guilty about?

       They went out twice in the following week. The second time, he kissed her hand as they parted.
       Her work began to suffer. She spent most of her time in a state of constant arousal, unable to keep still, daydreaming lasciviously. She was embarrassing to be around. Sally took her to task.
       "Will you just fuck the guy and get it over with? Then we'll all feel a lot better."
       But Kate found the lip-licking anticipation irresistible.
       The next week they met before work each morning, every lunchtime, and went to the Bistro every evening. Kate felt feverish: the external world faded in and out - her dissociation was almost complete.
       And finally, four weeks after their first date, he asked her, shyly and with much hesitation, if she would like to come back to his flat. Trying not to seem too eager, she agreed.

       At first sight, the flat was a disappointment, mismatched furniture, sagging curtains, threadbare carpet. She supposed he hadn't had time yet to do much decorating. But the bedroom was a little more salubrious, and the bed itself looked comfortable. She sat down on the edge and looked up at him. He wouldn't meet her eyes.
       For a few moments there was silence. She felt the pressure building up in her gut, the dampness between her legs. The tension was electric. Slowly, she laid herself back on the bed and gazed up at him, the ghost of a smile on her lips. He quickly glanced at her and away again - but she couldn't miss the bulge at his groin. She began to slip slowly out of her clothes.
       Since they had been 'dating', she had taken to wearing a lacy black basque with black stockings, and no panties. It had made her feel deliciously wicked. Now she wriggled out of her skirt and blouse and settled herself across the quilt, legs spread as she leisurely undid the bows at the front of the basque.
       Jacob stood at the foot of the bed, watching her with yearning eyes. He made no move to take off his clothes, but the bulge grew bigger and a slight moan escaped him. Kate moved her hips, suggestively, and to her horror he turned and walked away.
       But only as far as the door. Turning the dimmer switch, he brought the light down to a dim glow, then stripped off his jeans in one smooth movement. His cock thrust outwards from its golden nest, long, thick and powerful. If Kate hadn't already been on her back, she would have collapsed with lust.
       He joined her on the bed, only then removing his shirt. His hand came down on her breast as his mouth melded with hers.
       She almost came then and there. His hand moved downwards, teasing, first feather-light then rubbing, scratching, pinching. She trembled, and reached down to his groin, but he caught her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Bliss - not only sexy, skilled and exciting, but content to do all the work, too! She lay back and let the magical sensations he was invoking fill her mind.....
       Then he rolled on top of her, ramming suddenly, smoothly, hugely into her welcoming cunt. Gasping, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he began to thrust, shifting her up the bed with every powerful lunge. She grabbed the bedhead to steady herself, and he reached up to take her hands in his, resting his full weight upon her.
       And something felt odd. She managed to get one hand free and reach down to his chest. In the fleeting moment before he recaptured her hand, she touched a nipple - it wasn't small and round, but large, spread horizontally across his chest, and shaped... like a mouth? A tiny thread of alarm tingled through her mind - but a moment later, an entirely new sensation swept away all thought and left her gasping speechlessly.
       A tongue licked her nipples. Two tongues, to be exact, one to each tit. Soft lips closed around the sensitive flesh and the mouths began to suck and lick. Then a long, rough tongue began to lick along her labia, lapping at the moisture there. Tiny teeth snared her clit and began to nibble as if relishing a particularly delicious titbit.
       Kate lay in a disbelieving paradise, a private heaven, the secret desire of every woman since time began, almost delirious with ecstasy, a throbbing prick inside her and three mouths avid on her enraptured body. She fought against her body's reaction, feeling the pressure building, prolonging the pleasure. Then finally she lost the battle and came, over and over again, shaking and shrieking.
       As she slowly came back to earth, she became aware of the weight of Jacob's body heavy on hers, the soreness of her nipples and the stinging of her clit where the teeth still chewed, and the burning ache in her cunt where he was still pounding. She nibbled at his ear and began to move with him, to try to hurry him, but to no avail.
       "Jacob? Jacob, please.... You're hurting me...."
       He ignored her. She tried to push him away, but he stayed glued to her. She thumped his back, but he grabbed her hand again and held her still. Now frightened, she began to shout, but he covered her mouth with his own and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth, holding it in place with his teeth.
       She winced as a sharp pain lanced through her breasts, and a wetness trickled down her sides. Horrified, she felt the teeth gnawing on her nipples, the tongues lapping at the blood. At the same time, the lower mouth began to champ at her clitoris, shredding the sensitive skin, the barbed tongue shovelling the rare flesh into its maw.
       She screamed deep in her throat and tried to pull her tongue loose. He clenched his teeth, and blood filled her mouth. He rammed into her faster and deeper, biting harder, chewing her flesh from her body. As he came he bit off her tongue.

       He spurted into her, jet after jet of burning semen. In her pain and shock, it took her a moment to realise that it really was burning, eating her away from inside. Acid. Strong, virulent acid.....
       He pulled away from her and looked into her face, his eyes shards of blue ice. He kissed her forehead gently and smiled.
       "Thank you."
       He walked naked from the room, leaving her bleeding on the bed, smoking as the acid leaked out of her body and began to dissolve the bedclothes. Moments later, as the front door slammed shut behind him, she slid from the bed and dragged herself towards the hall. In shock and too badly hurt to pull herself up to the handle, she slumped against the door and began to beat her fist against the wood, weakly, garbled cries for help bubbling painfully from her tongueless mouth. But no one came. It took her over an hour to die......

Joules Taylor

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