Desire

There is a timeline for every event. A list of events preceding the finale. Nothing is truly random.

But he didn't believe this. For his timeline seemed increasingly random. No matter how hard he tried to put the pieces together in some coherent form, it still just didn't add up.

He looked down on the woman sucking his cock. She was taking in his entire length, swallowing every inch and still managing to stroke his cock with her tongue. That took talent.
He shook his head in amazement. It was still all just a random course of events. Random, nothing was random. She pulled her mouth back off his cock, slowly, until the head was all that remained in her mouth. Her tongue licked the head of his dick. It felt so damn good. He couldn't take it any more and grabbed her head with both hands, shoving her mouth all the way down on his cock, pushing the head into her throat. With a massive thrust, he came deep in her throat. He couldn't help hunching her face a little, pushing her head deep into his crouch. Spent, he pulled out of her mouth and sat back.

Such random events, and yet here he was. Getting his cock sucked, and from the furious way the woman was rubbing her pussy, he knew he was fixing to ruin that. His cock throbbed with desire, there was no waiting for the next hard-on, he was ready to go.

Without warning, he flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. With the same intensity, he shoved his engorged cock hard into her wet pussy. She cried out in pain and pleasure. He didn't want to draw attention to what he was doing, so he put his hand over her mouth, silencing her. She came instantly, he could feel her hot juices running down his balls and legs. Her pussy muscles pulled him deeper into her.
With reckless abandonment, he started thrusting into her. Pulling out in long deep strokes and slamming as hard into her as he could, each time drawing an exclamation from her. She was enthralled, lost in the midst of a massive organism. She was his for the taking. Harder and harder he pounded, the slap of his balls against her ass was only marked by her halfmoans of pleasure.

Still she was too loud, he tightened his hand over her mouth, reducing to noise to a muffled grunt. Her eyes cut up towards him, he knew she wanted more. Without a single word being uttered, he moved his hand from her mouth to her throat. He could tell it was what she wanted as her cum ran down his legs again and her eyes rolled back into her head.

Random occurrences, chance meetings. Five minutes earlier, or later and he wouldn't have seen her, he would have missed the opportunity completely. Sure there were other women, but none near as beautiful as her. He thought she would have resisted more when he first approached her, but she went without a struggle. Quickly he had tied her up and taken her away in his van.

Now as he thrust deeper and deeper into the woman, his hand partially restricting her airway, he thought about how willing she had been when he had started to rape her. She wanted to be raped, even now as he choked off her airway, she wrapped her legs around his body pulling him deeper into her. Almost unconscious, her body was convulsing with one organism after another, each one harder than the last.
The pull of her pussy muscles against his dick had the desired effect, and with a massive thrust that brought a muffled scream, he came deep within her, filling her with his seed.

Spent, he pulled himself off of her, releasing her neck and rolling over onto his back. This set of random events, in any other normal course, would have finished in the murder of the woman. But now, as he lay back, weary from the sex, she just snuggled close to him, content, comfortable.

Such a strange turn of events.