She darted into the first open door she saw and leaned up against the inside wall, feeling her heart pound.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered to herself. "I… I must be going insane!"

In those few moments when she'd looked at that rugged, sweaty man, she had had a flash of them fucking together. But, it wasn't any ordinary fantasy. He had his large hands around her throat, and his hairy, muscular body was next to hers. His massive cock was grinding in and out of her swollen pussy.

And, she would be tied up! She would be taken with brute force and made to commit horrible acts!

Thankfully, she was inside a darkened lobby of a restaurant, because she suddenly climaxed just thinking about fucking him. She almost bent over double, then squeezed her legs together, to make the feeling go away.

"Are you OK?" a voice said. "You look sick."

Gina somehow managed to regain her composure. She gave the man a quick nod and moved out the door.

She fought the urge to go back and sneak another glance at the man; instead, she raced for her office. Although she refused to admit it, she knew she wanted to be fucked.

She was going to take Mark up on his offer. And, if he'd changed his mind, she would tear off his clothes and rape him!

If she didn't get a cock inside her cunt, she was really going to go crazy.

"You girls take the rest of the afternoon off," she said, walking into the outer office. Then, to their stunned faces, she added, "Now. Out. Scat!"

After herding the girls from the office, she walked toward Mark's door. Without knocking, she walked inside and gave him a hunted look.

"You back already?" Mark asked. He then frowned. "Hey, you OK? You don't look so good."

"You sure do," Gina said. "Good enough to eat."

Mark gave her a long look, unable to believe it was the same Gina standing in front of him. She was always so classy-looking, in complete control. Now, however, she looked more yielding. He felt his cock throb, pressing against his trousers.