Anabel will never forget where she was the first time The Warmth hit. She was 25 years old and interviewing for a Staff Writer position at her hometown's local newspaper. The editor who was interviewing her was an old acquaintance from high school, Tony. Anabel doubted that Tony even remembered her as they never ran in the same circles and he probably had enough football concussions to mess up his memory anyway. The asinine quality of the interview questions backed up her hypothesis.

"So," Tony squinted at the clipboard in his large hands. "I printed out all of your writing samples. I guess you like writing, huh?"

Anabel shifted in her seat, unsure if she should answer. If she were being honest, she was a little distracted by Tony's hands. They were large and strong but seemed highly dextrous much like the rest of his body. She knew his football career never took off but wondered if he still played in his spare time. His tight-fitting shirt would suggest that he did, or at least kept up the same workout routine.

Anabel shifted again, suddenly aware of how hot she was. Was she falling ill? Her breathing was rapid and she was a little sweaty. All she wanted to do was open her shirt and remove her bra, freeing her F cup and allowing more air to fill her lungs.

"Are you alright? You seem weird?" Tony had put down the clipboard and was leaning forward with his hands clasped together on the desk. "Do you need water or something?"

"I....ummm......"Anabel realized her mouth was watering. She reached out and grabbed Tony's hands. Before he could react she was sucking on two of his fingers and was unbuttoning her blouse.

Bewildered but aroused, Tony decided to let it play out. After Anabel managed to get her shirt half unbuttoned and untucked from her skirt she pulled her tits out of the bra cups. With one hand tugging on her nipples, the other making its way up her skirt, and now a third Tony-finger in her mouth, Anabel seemed to have lost complete control of all reason.

"Do, uh....do you want help with that?" Tony's voice broke Anabel out of her trance. She pulled away from his desk, letting his hands fall to his desk unceremoniously. She stood up and looked as confused as Tony felt. Tony also stood up, his large erection clearly visible through his pants. They made eye contact for a few very long moments before Tony once again broke the silence.

"I'm sorry. I'm very confused."

Without responding Anabel laid face down on the desk and began unbuckling Tony's belt. After fishing his impressively sized cock out of his pants she began sucking him as enthusiastically as she had been sucking his fingers. She began to get a little desperate but was unable to take him completely down her throat. Anabel was propped up on her elbows and unable to use her hands to help. Tony reach out and placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her still. He began to fuck her mouth but could only get about half of his cock in her mouth. It was, quite frankly, unsatisfactory.

Growing annoyed, Tony grabbed Anabel's mass of curls and pulled her head up. She used her hands to catch herself on the desk. Her arms straight down and her back arched awkwardly, shoving her tits toward him. He bent down to take one of her brown nipples in his mouth and suck on it roughly. Even though she had never been a fan of hair-pulling or rough sex in general, these new sensations were driving Anabel crazy.

She tried to ask him to please fuck her but couldn't seem to form any words. Tony had released her nipple from his mouth and was now smacking it hard, watching her breast redden as it recoiled and bounced. He pulled and twisted her by her hair until she was laying on her back with his cock in her face. Letting go of her hair he directed his dick into her mouth and, in one skilled thrust, forced it down her throat. A shiver went through Anabel's body and she realized she was cumming. She moaned around his cock as he thrust in and out of her throat while pinching, twisting, and sometimes slapping her nipples.

Tony was very close to cumming down her throat when Anabel began gagging violently and trying to push him away. The gagging only brought his orgasm on quicker and he found himself cumming down her throat, in her mouth, and eventually on nose as he pulled away. Anabel quickly flipped over and stood up, trying to wipe the heavy amount of spit and cum out of her nose with her shirt sleeve.

Just as suddenly as she became horny, the feeling was gone. She was actually a little grossed out as she was not a fan of giving blow jobs and especially not deepthroating. And with a dumb jock like Tony? Even now he stood stupidly by as she tried to clean up and compose herself.

"Well," he said, finally. "We don't have a very good benefits plan but I can get you a good parking space if you'd like."

It wasn't until several more instances of The Warmth that people even realized it was happening simultaneously, to women (and innocent bystanders) all over the world.