Kerry had gotten some very interesting vibes off him as they spoke. She wasn't sure how much that was influenced by her own reaction to him. She was impressed by him, both physically - he was fucking hot - and by how confident and decisive he was. She was usually pretty self-confident herself, but this was not her element and she was anxious now about being able to blend in properly. To even speak properly. It wasn't like she'd gone to university or anything!

But the vibes she'd gotten were of a man very interested in her, and not as a personal assistant but as a potential bed mate. It was a lot more subdued than she was used to from guys her age, less eager, more laid-back and patient. But the notion wasn't exactly off-putting. The idea of doing it with Mitchel Patrick was, in fact... exciting.

What would that be like!? She'd never considered older men. But then, she'd never considered any of the ones who leered at her to be very hot. They mostly weren't the least bit attractive to her. Mitchel was different. And she doubted she'd have to teach or guide him. He seemed like a man who would know all about that sort of thing by now.

Maybe more than her? She'd always felt supremely confident with guys and sex. They were the desperately eager suitors, and she was the superior creature they were all so frantic to see naked. As for what she should be doing in bed, she'd read enough articles to know she was better than any of her lovers so far had deserved.

And being one of the few girls who could deep throat, well, she had a reputation as supremely capable in bed. But then again, the guys impressed with her had all been... not very impressive themselves. So, did it really mean anything when someone who wasn't very good at sex was impressed at how good she was?

Not that she was likely to find out. But she had an active imagination and that imagination drove her into wicked little fantasies as she rode the subway home.

The house was empty when she got there. That rarely happened, and she was pleased. One of her brothers was working, the other at school. Her father had a lecture at the university. And her mother had gone with her friend to a gallery.

Which was great because those fantasies about Mitchel Patrick had gotten her mind onto a track that needed some release. She didn't masturbate often, partly because her fantasies ran to wild, rough sex the way they did, and so did her masturbation.

She went to her bedroom and closed and locked the door. There was a printer table set against the wall. It was small and square, barely holding the printer slash photocopier, slash scanner, slash fax machine. It was set on a small square carpet. She gripped the printer and slid it and the carpet carefully to the side. Underneath was a loose floorboard she pried up with a small screwdriver.

There was a space underneath that was about a foot deep and long, and perhaps ten inches wide. A locked metal box sat in it and she took it out, set it on the floor, and unlocked it.

When you had younger brothers, you took no chances with such discoveries.

There was a flash drive inside which held a number of pictures and videos she would have been mortified had anyone ever seen them. One of the videos was of her deep-throating a guy's cock. She was proud of the ability, after all. The other was her pole dancing. She'd gotten quite good over time. And despite what she'd told her mother the dance was most definitely sexual. She hadn't been naked, but she had been wearing a very small bikini.

And if she could have gotten the gym to herself, she'd have been naked, just to have done it. Doing it naked was one of her fantasies.

Maybe for Mitchel Patrick!

Another of the items in the box was a dildo. It was a very life-like dildo. It looked like the big, hard, thick cock that belonged to a very big man. She'd paid a ridiculous amount for it even at a half-price sale. But she'd never regrated it.

Then there was the vibrator, which tended to drive her out of her mind.

The dildo had various attachments. One of them was a suction cup. She placed it on the floor, then lubed it a bit before straddling it. She let her mind fill with the image of Mitchel Patrick roughly bending her over his desk and using her like his whore. No, that wasn't right. She was in the wrong position for that. Instead, she was straddling his chair, sinking herself down on his big cock!

He was wearing the same suit, and his eyes were dark glints as he stared at her while she gave him a lap dance. She ground herself against him, sliding her naked body against his expensive suit, letting her nipples brush across his chest and feel the smooth friction of the suit against them.

She unzipped his fly and pulled his big cock out, then rubbed it against her belly before rising up and sinking down.

As she let her mind fill with that thought she felt the thickness of the dildo pressing against her. She was already hot and moist and let the head slowly force her wider and wider as she gently rubbed her clitoris. She teased herself, sinking just lightly down again and again before committing and slowly letting it force her wide.

She groaned softly as she started to sink down, her hands mashing her breasts as she imagined him doing it, pinching and tugging at her nipples, then digging into the soft flesh again, squeezing it up and together as she slid slowly down the length of the dildo.

She absolutely loved the feel of being penetrated by something... big.

She sank all the way down to the base, which was a realistic if fused set of balls, and ground herself against it. Then she began to rise up and down slowly, fingering her clitoris again, closing her eyes as the fantasy filled her mind.

The sexual pressure had been there as soon as she'd gotten naked. Now heat began to build inside her even as the pressure grew. She rode slowly up and down, imagining him sucking and chewing on her nipples, his big fingers digging into the soft, tender flesh. Her fingers were rubbing harder at her clitoris now as her breathing started to become labored.

There was a full-length mirror on the back of the door and she glanced at her image, feeling another little rush as she saw her lithe curves riding up and down, saw the way the thick cock spread her open, watched it disappearing up inside her again and again.

She was so hot! So sexy! Every guy said so!

She slid off it, panting, chest heaving, then unfastened it from the suction cup. She had a slender, little headrest which had once been part of a weight bench. It was hard on one side, with an inch of foam across its surface covered in faux leather. She could believably claim she used it when doing some exercises. Though that wasn't why she had it. It was a foot wide and about half that high.

She had a special strap she attached to the base of the dildo and placed it in the center of the padded side. Then she pressed the back side against the lower leg of her bed and used other straps to carefully lock it in place.

She got the last item from her box and licked her lips as she examined it. It was a gag. Because she lived in a house with four other people and because she had a tendency to lose control at times, especially when using the vibrator. The thought of any of them hearing her climax was too horrifying to even contemplate so she'd gone all-out with the gag.

It had an inflatable penis head on the inside and she slid it into her mouth, then pulled the rest of the padded leather gag across her lower face. There was a strong lip fitting in under her chin, and it strapped around behind her head, but also had a strap going up and across her head designed to keep her mouth closed around the penis head.

Then she pumped the penis head carefully until it filled her mouth completely. She moaned softly around it, then dropped her hands and knees and backed against the head of the dildo. She inhaled sharply as it penetrated her, then she pushed herself back while imagining he was taking her like this, on all fours.

She lowered herself to her elbows, shifting the angle, moaning again, then lowered herself further, letting her soft breasts pillow out against the floor. She closed her eyes, now imagining him throwing her against the desk, bending her over, and then ... doing her!

She thrust herself back all the way, letting her taut buttocks slap against the leather pad behind her. Her legs were mostly under the bed now, on either side of the bed's leg. She began to work herself in and out, slapping her buttocks against the leather pad, imagining it was his hips.

She let her movements rub her breasts and especially her tingling, burning nipples against the rough fabric of the carpet, already panting and red-faced, already burning up as she worked herself back as hard and fast as she could.

She finally pushed a hand down, working it in under her, then slid two fingers up to start rubbing her clitoris. The sensations surged and she cried out, eyes starting to get glassy, starting to lose herself. The fantasy was turning her on like few others had, especially since it had, however unlikely, a chance at least, of coming true!

She came, crying out again and again, her buttocks slamming back against the hard-backed foam, the dildo thrusting into her hard and fast, driving deep into her belly with every backward thrust of her buttocks. God, it felt so good!

Her head twisted and jerked bonelessly from side to side as she continued ramming herself back on the big cock, as her mind imagined Mitchel Patrick pounding her from behind. She roughly squeezed one of her breasts in her left hand as she furiously rubbed her clitoris with her right and wallowed in the flood of pleasure pouring over her body and mind.

The orgasm washed over her and then slowly faded. She all-but collapsed afterward, but was certainly not done. She gripped the vibrator and turned it on, then angled it up and back to take the place of her fingers.

Her clitoris was hypersensitive now. She gently brushed the rounded head of the vibrator against it repeatedly until she could tolerate more. She let the image of Patrick riding her hard again fill her mind and started to work herself back on the dildo once again. This time she held the vibrator against herself as she did.

Her stereo was on louder than usual, just in case. But with the penis gag filling her mouth and the padded leather holding her jaw together the sounds emerging from her were not overly loud. They grew worse, though, as her mind was filled with wild, raw passion and need.

She began to lose herself to it, sobbing and crying out as she slapped herself back against the backing, as she impaled herself on the long, thick cock, as she rubbed the vibrator harder and faster against her clitoris. She felt the sexual pressure building up more and more, her mind starting to lose itself to a feverish hunger and passion.

When the orgasm hit she lost herself entirely, screaming out in dazed animal pleasure, riding the dildo for all she was worth as she ground the vibrator against her shuddering, trembling, bucking groin. She frenziedly rode the big cock as an explosive howl of pure pleasure tore her mind apart and reduced her to animal instincts.

It was so good! It was soooo good! She wanted it to last forever!