Mei rose slowly from her chair with cat-like fluidity and made her way to his side of the table. He felt her slim hands on his shoulders, starting to massage the weariness out of them. It felt good, but wrong.
“Whoa! Wait a minute there Mei,” he admonished her. “You don’t have to do anything like this. I did not help you for the sake of getting into your pants.”
“I know,” she whispered next to his ear. “And that’s exactly why yer gonna .”
She kept kneading his shoulders despite his protests.
“Relax doc. Ya haven’t fucked for ages, and I haven’t fucked for ages. We’re both horny as hell, so lets fucking do something about it, ok?”
“Or maybe yer wife is right? Maybe ya really are a slack jawed limp dick who deserve to get cucked.”
That last remark made Al sit up straight, mouth agape.
“Eh, what? What did you just say?”
Mei let go of his shoulders and danced away from the table as if moving to some music only she could hear. She continued talking without looking directly at him.
“Some guys are practically asking for it, ya know. Some guys simply can’t handle a real woman, so a better man must move in to pick up the slack.”
Al felt himself filling with a surge of rage and rose slowly, his voice shaking with fury.
“You’d better shut up right now or I’ll…”
“Or ya’ll do what, cuck-boy?” she interrupted mockingly and undid her jeans.
The pants dropped and revealed a small orange triangle of hair framed by a set of thin freckled legs. Mei looked him straight in the eyes and touched herself enticingly.
“Better forget it doc. Ya wouldn’t know what to do with one of these anyway. That’s why she’s dumping yer cuck ass for something better, ain’t it?”
For the first time in ages, maybe for the first time ever, Al completely lost his temper. With a voracity that would have surprised even himself if he’d had a clear thought in his head he grabbed hold of Mei, forced her to the floor and pinned her down. She was giggling like a loon while he wriggled out of his pants and freed an iron-hard erection.
Without hesitation he pushed himself inside her and started rage-fucking like a madman. Which in that moment may not have been far from the truth. He was definitely acting crazy, and with each thrust he kept cursing, almost as if he’d forgotten all about where he was and who he was with.
“Take this, you fucking bitch… and this… and this…”
Under Al’s relentless onslaught Mei was clearly enjoying her role as a bitch to the fullest. Her thin body was shaking with orgasm after orgasm while she alternately clawed at his back and the floor. Though if he noticed any pain from his streaked back, he paid it no attention and kept fucking her hard and deep like a jackhammer on jet fuel.
However even rage-filled passion has a limit.
Gradually Al’s cursing became more labored and turned into a series of rhythmic inaudible growls as his endurance started to run out. Right before reaching the proverbial point of no return, a bit of clarity seemed to wash over him, and he made a move to pull out.