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"Wow," he panted as he began thrusting inside her. "You come...early, don't you? Unh!"
"Yeah," she sighed. "Oh! I'm pretty...easy to please. Ah!"
"You are...so beautiful. Oh!"
"So are you, baby. Ah!" She came a second time.
"Such a...perfect body; such a...perfect mind. Unh!"
"Same...to you. Oh!"
"I think...I love you."
Uh-oh, she thought as she continued squealing and screaming. He'll have to be psychically subdued. I can't have another Akemi on my hands.
"I know...you're married, but I...can't help it. Oh!"
"Oh! I'm almost there. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ah!" She came a third time. He kept fucking, approaching orgasm himself. Not wanting his come all over her skin, and not wanting him to have his sheets any more covered with come than they were now, she used Nigrovum to speed up his orgasm, and allowed him to come inside her.
"Oh!" he grunted, shooting his jizz inside her pussy. When he was finished, he said, "Oops...no condom."
"Don't worry," she said in sighs. "I won't...get pregnant." He lay beside her and cuddled with her, content to let her deluge of come soak his ass.
"Are you sterile?" he asked.
Remembering Nigrovum's ability to sterilize semen, she said, "Well, something like that." Then she looked intensely into his eyes. "You are not in love with me."
"I am not in love with you."
"Nor will you ever obsess over me."
"Nor will I ever obsess over you."
"You will respect my marriage, and you will no longer hope for sex with me."
"I will respect your marriage, and I will no longer hope for sex with you."
"Good," she said, then got off the bed. Happy that she didn't get any of her come on her body, she started putting her clothes back on.
"Do you have to go so soon?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, pulling up her panties. "I have a husband and a son to take care of. I also have to prepare my classes for tomorrow." She put on her bra.
"But what about 'Kubla Khan'? We never talked about it."
"Maybe we can reserve some time during my office hours, or in the cafeteria." She finished putting on her clothes, then picked up her purse. "Good night, sweetie, and thanks for a wonderful time. See you in class."
"OK, bye," he said, frowning to see her walk out the door. "Well, she is married. I always knew I couldn't expect much. Oh, well: at least I have something to brag about with my friends. Shit! I forgot to take a picture of her and me for proof."
She got into the elevator, softly sobbing. As it went down to the ground floor, she began to resign herself to her situation. I'm Hester, the adulteress, she thought. But I'm also Dimmesdale, unable to confess or redeem myself. Oh, well: I guess this is what I am.
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Yes, thought a masked man, the giver of her and MIke's heat from the other side of town. This is what you are, and what you'll always be.
