Mature woman’s delusions about the end of the world

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Today is December 21, 2012. The world is ending, and my resentment and desires should finally be put to rest.

I'll go straight to my boss's office this morning, flip the desk, give him a piece of my mind, and tell him I quit! Then I'll grab my terrified female secretary at the office door, drag her into my lab, and lock the door.
While she's still too scared to react, I'll tie her hands behind her back with plastic cable ties, then push her forward against the wall, forcing her petite body up so her feet are raised in black stilettos, revealing her rounded heels in stockings. I'll pull her gray plaid straight-cut skirt up to her waist, revealing her buttocks in sheer flesh-colored stockings, tear the stockings open at the crotch, and pull her panties aside, revealing her terrified, soaking wet vulva.

I unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to my feet, shoes and all. I grasped my short, easily damaged, but throbbing, erect penis, and slid it down her back, half-covered in silk stockings, half-exposed to the dry air, into her vagina. I heard her gasp, a mixture of disbelief and barely suppressed pleasure.

I began short, firm thrusts, watching her round, firm buttocks in flesh-colored stockings, enjoying the feel of the soft nylon fabric rubbing against my thighs and groin, and the sensation of my penis moving in and out of her vagina, which, though not very tight, was incredibly wet, after she had given birth. With

my left hand against her back, pressed against the wall, I pushed her down with my right hand, squeezing between her chest and the wall. I ripped open her shirt, reached inside, pushed up her small bra, and grasped her right breast, deformed by the pressure. My palm felt her nipple, erect with fear and barely suppressed excitement. I loosened my grip slightly with my left hand, creating some space between her body and the wall, and began to knead her small breasts, circling her firm nipples

with my right. She completely lost control, breathing heavily as my penis thrust against her buttocks. Her right foot involuntarily slipped out of her high heel, bent backward, and rubbed against my calf with the sole of her foot. The sensation of her stockings rubbing against my calf almost made me ejaculate on the spot! Fortunately, her toes, painted with red nail polish, arched, scraping against my leg through the thin stockings, which alerted me. I slowed my thrusts, restrained myself, and continued to focus on her.

Seeing that she had given up resisting, I pulled out my penis, turned her around, tied her hands behind her back against the wall, and reached behind her, lifting her from her buttocks. The smooth stockings on her buttocks almost made her slip off my hands. I hugged her tightly, making her wrap her stockinged legs around my back and clamp them between my legs. Her bare right calf and heel pressed against my waist, the silky smooth feeling incredibly comfortable. Her left toe barely hooked onto her high heel, straddling her right foot, the heel tapping intermittently against my back, adding to the stimulation!
I carefully and slowly lowered her body, positioning my erect penis against her soaking wet crotch. My right hand slipped between her buttocks, groping for the head of my throbbing penis to align with her labia. Then, I loosened my grip slightly, letting her body sink into my waist, guiding my penis into her vagina.

She sighed loudly, her hands bound behind her back, leaning against the wall. My penis was thrusting in and out of her vagina, its movements alternating with her labia. The pleasure made her want to kiss me, but her upper body couldn't move. She could only tilt her head back, press it against the wall, and gasp for breath. Her legs, wrapped around my waist, rubbed against my back with each thrust.

Although she was petite, holding her for so long, combined with the thrusting motion, was tiring. I pulled out my penis, held her buttocks, and moved along the wall to my right. Her high heel finally fell off, the toe making a crisp sound on the floor. After a few steps, we reached a table. I put her down on the edge of the table, her legs spread, half her buttocks on the table, half in the air, her exposed vulva just outside the edge of the table.

I pushed her down onto the table to my left, facing me. Her nipples, erect and exposed under the lab's air conditioning, were visible beneath her open shirt. Her shapely figure was accentuated by the rolled-up skirt, and her legs, encased in stockings, were slightly bent. I held her small feet in my hands, gently massaging them, enjoying the smooth instep and adorable toes beneath the dry, soft nylon fabric. Her eyes, slightly crow's feet, gazed at me hazily, at my erect penis.

I moved her feet to my shaft, clamping them between my soles and beginning to rub them back and forth. The soft soles and the delicate lines of the stockings, the sensation of them writhing in my hands and sliding against my glans, made me feel like I was dying, like I was going to heaven. I held her feet and rubbed them for a while, then suddenly felt them move on their own, slowly clamping down on my penis, which I began to stroke carefully.

I released her feet and placed my left hand on her breast. I opened my palm, my thumb and little finger each pressing on one of her nipples, then began to massage them in circles. She couldn't help but cry out, then immediately bit her lip, afraid to make a sound.

My right hand reached down to her inner thigh, pressing against her overflowing vulva, my thumb pushing open her swollen labia and massaging her clitoris. She closed her eyes tightly, her lips parted, and she breathed out silently. My thumb pressed on her clitoris, then I thrust my index finger deep into her vulva, plunging it all the way in. I continued pressing on her clitoris, my finger moving in and out of her vagina.

Her feet, which were gripping my penis, suddenly stiffened, the stroking motion ceasing, barely able to hold it in place, her bright red toenails, visible through her stockings, curled up. My hands moved even faster, my left hand's fingers digging into her nipples, which were hard as marbles, yet still tender to the touch. My right hand moved in and out of her vagina, my palm slapping against her soaking wet crotch with a "slap, slap" sound. Her juices splashed onto her buttocks and thighs, soaking a large area of her stockings.

She finally cried out, "Come in! I want you in! Come and fuck me!"

I removed her feet from my penis, lifted her left foot, and put it in my mouth, taking in all five of her small, stocking-clad toes. My tongue licked between her toes, tasting the leather and sweat from her high heels, while my teeth gently bit her instep and sole, nibbling at the slippery stockings.

With my left hand, I grabbed her right foot, straightened and spread her leg, straddled her, and pressed my penis against her vagina. I wrapped her right leg behind me, holding her thigh, and had her hook her calf around my waist. I pressed the head of my penis between her labia, but didn't rush in. I turned to look at her.

Her expression was both anxious and wanton, yet also filled with confusion, not understanding why I wasn't going in. We stared at each other in silence. My penis, pressed against her labia, throbbed with each pulse, stroking her clitoris intermittently.

She finally realized what I was about to do. She pulled her right leg, wrapped around my waist, inward forcefully, thrusting my hips forward, and my penis slid into her vagina with a "plop!"

Oh! I was back in that warm, moist place, completely enveloping me. I buried my penis deep inside her slippery, hot vagina, enjoying the intimacy of the fleshy walls against my shaft and the pleasure of the glans pressing against her clitoris. Outside her vulva, the stockings on her thighs rubbed against my stomach with each thrust, intensifying my ecstasy.

She lay on the table with her hands tied behind her back, her upper body turned to the side, her left leg bent so I could bite her foot, her right leg wrapped around my waist, helping me thrust deeper into her vagina, moaning and groaning incoherently. Her vaginal fluids soaked her entire buttocks and the upper half of her stockings, turning them a dark brown but more transparent; I could even see the bluish veins on her inner thighs beneath the stockings.
After a while, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I knew she hadn't reached orgasm yet, but today was my day to enjoy myself. I pulled my already limp penis out of her vagina, spat her feet out of my mouth, and made her legs press together in front of her. I grabbed my penis and began rubbing it against her stockinged thighs.
Then, spurts of hot semen gushed from my penis, splashing onto the stockings, already soaked and darkened with her juices. The sticky semen traced patterns of my lust on the nylon fabric, slowly shooting closer and closer until it became just drops seeping from my penis onto her still smooth and supple stockings.

My climax was over, and I limply withdrew from her. She lay on the table, bound behind her back, her legs held captive, her eyes filled with the unsatisfied lament of a mature woman. I held her small feet encased in stockings, looking at the filthy mess on her thighs and her unsatisfied lips biting down, and I really wanted to fuck her again right away! But I couldn't; I'm not young anymore, my heart was willing but my strength was lacking!

But it wouldn't be worth dying with this damned world like this, so I lifted her off the table, laid her on the floor, still lying on her side, and took off all my clothes. I didn't want her to run away before I'd had my fill, so I didn't untie her bound hands.

I sat beside her, my feet pointing towards her head, and lifted her upper body so her head rested on my thigh. With one hand, I guided my now-soft penis to her mouth. She readily opened her mouth and took it in, beginning to suck. My hand moved to her buttocks, slipping between her thighs and into her vulva, rubbing her clitoris with my fingers.

She let out a soft moan, but her tongue continued to deftly push back the foreskin in her mouth, licking the glans until it sent shivers down my spine. It seemed she was very experienced in oral sex; she must often give her husband a blowjob! A surge of jealousy welled up within me, and my hand on her vulva tightened, roughly rubbing her clitoris.

She cried out in pain, her innocent and pitiful expression fueling my lust. My penis, still in her mouth, instantly hardened again, pressing against her lips, leaving her only able to groan softly.

I lifted her head off my crotch, pulled my penis out, and placed her back on the ground. I raised one leg and rested it on my shoulder, kneeling on either side of her other leg. Her vibrant vulva was fully exposed through the tear in her stockings. I aimed my throbbing penis at her labia and effortlessly thrust it into her still-wet vagina.

I tilted my head and clamped her stockinged feet around my neck, my right hand grasping her stockinged buttocks, my left hand kneading her nipples, while my hips thrust powerfully between her legs. With each thrust, besides the pleasure of my penis being enveloped by her warm, wet vagina, the sensation of the nylon fibers on her thighs, shoulders, and hands excited me even more, driving me to a frenzy.

I had already ejaculated once, so this time I could hold it longer and focus on bringing her pleasure as well. Sure enough, the back-and-forth thrusting combined with the dual stimulation of her nipples brought her close to orgasm. She began to murmur incoherently, repeatedly moaning, "More...more...almost there! Ah...faster..."

Suddenly, her legs tightened on my shoulders, her insteps straightened, her calves arched forcefully, and the walls of her vagina began to contract, gripping my penis tightly in wave after wave. Her buttocks, visible through a layer of stockings, also tensed in my hands. Her mouth opened wide but made no sound, her eyes were tightly closed, and her head swayed violently from side to side.

Seeing her ecstatic state during her orgasm, I couldn't resist! I thrust my hips forward forcefully, burying my penis deep inside her vagina, pressing our groins tightly together. Then, a surge of heat shot from the base of my penis all the way to the glans, spraying deep into her vagina.

I shouted ecstatically, "It's all yours! All of it! I'm going to fill your belly to the brim!" Then I grabbed her stockinged feet from her shoulders, opened my mouth and bit them, sucking, licking, and holding them, hoping this moment would never end.

And indeed, it didn't end, because the earth was destroyed in that instant. She and I, in our climax, finished off with seven billion other people. At least I had stockings in my mouth and hands, my penis still ejaculating inside her, dying a pleasurable death—that was enough.

If I could, I'd do it again on another planet in my next life. Damn! So good!

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