A Perv’s Paradise

  

  I had stayed late at that horrible I.M.P. office, glued to my social media, trying to ignore the heavy silence. Then, out of nowhere, I heard the door. I wasn't expecting anyone, ever. I got up grudgingly.

  A silhouette wearing a red hood. When I opened it, it was Millie. Weird. Not only was she visiting this late, but she was without that idiot, Moxxie. I asked her why she was alone; my question seemed to deeply unsettle her.

  She replied, nervously, that her husband had gone to see one of those theater plays he loves so much. She said she didn't feel like going, that they could be 'a bit boring for her taste.' Lies! Millie loves drama. She commented that, remembering I was 'alone in the office,' she decided to come keep me company.

  Pfft. I was comfortable alone, but fine. It doesn't matter, as long as she doesn't bother me.

  I went back to my cell phone, feeling her presence on the office sofa. I was texting when, suddenly, I felt a warm breeze on my ear. A whisper that sent an electric tingling through my whole body, right down to my paws. It startled me.

  I yelled at her not to do it again. I don't know what the hell was wrong with her, but she looked at me with squinted eyes and an overly wide smile. She said she was bored.

  She pulled out some curiously shaped sweets, grotesque, almost obscene. The aroma I smelled was odd; it didn't thrill me or draw my attention. But feeling a bit hungry, I decided to give them a try. That’s when the atmosphere twisted.

  I felt a sweet, thick scent enter my nose and settle directly in my brain. Suddenly, a tingle coursed through my body, growing more intense, stinging, and concentrating directly in my crotch.

  I don't know how, but Millie lunged onto me again. She said that even though she liked being with Moxxie, sometimes she wanted to try 'some more exciting things.' My mind tried to understand, but my body was no longer cooperating.

  One of the sweets had both ends shaped like a bifurcation. We both bit, sharing the taste that was now overwhelming. She slammed me to the floor and, with an agility I didn't remember, began to touch me while her tail wrapped around my hips, undressing me with a disturbing skill.

  I tried to resist. I've always been able to handle her. But for some reason, I felt weak, stunned, or worse: I didn't want to fight her. Millie began kissing me with an urgency that took my breath away. The tingling turned into a strong, hot wave. I didn't want her to stop anymore.

  What the hell was in those sweets? The real question was: Who the hell was this runt lying on top of me? It was already too late to fight.

  I was mesmerized by everything I was feeling. A cascade of sensations I thought I would never experience again. We were supposed to be done with it, with those games. But if she, this strange Millie, was willing, well... I had no problem with that.

  I looked at her face, fascinated by a beauty I didn't recognize. Why did I love her so much right now? From the basket she brought, she pulled out a kind of double dildo. Her eyes shone with a savage lust as she licked it, and then, without shame, she drove it deep inside herself.

  —Now it's my turn —she hissed at me in a husky voice that wasn't entirely hers.

  She asked me to spread my legs. And I, without a shred of complaint, did it. My head was spinning, and I saw her wilder than usual, wilder than I had ever seen the real Millie. I felt every inch entering me. My juices were overflowing. Slowly, the friction intensified. She moved her hips with brutal urgency.

  Time was running out.

  I heard footsteps in the hallway. Blitzo. Always so inconvenient.

  —Hurry up! Move fast! —I pleaded with her.

  The rougher she was, the more wonderful it felt. She started spanking me, and all I could do was beg her not to stop. I was ecstatic. Goddammit, this was sublime. Slowly, I felt something about to be released—my fluids, my sanity.

  I exploded with pleasure, just in time. Hearing the footsteps right outside the door, Millie and I scrambled into the closet, a chaos of bodies, clothes, and muffled groans.

  Blitzo arrived, and with him, Moxxie! I only heard them complaining about the office's usual mess. I didn't care. I didn't care what Blitzo was going to say. I was mesmerized, lost in the echo of the sensations. And I didn't care if she wanted to do it again. In fact, the moment Millie looked at me, I hissed: —Are you going to want to do this again?

  That's when I remembered. An insignificant detail, but one that now stuck in my mind like a splinter. Wasn't Moxxie supposed to be at the theater?