everyone knows I want something to happen. why else would I wear such a short skirt and low-cut shirt & keep bending over to make sure everyone knows there's nothing underneath?

he tried to be quiet at first, cutting away the top from your body, courtesy of the scissors he found in your kitchen, and biting into his hand to stifle the groan he let out when he could finally see what you had hidden with that thin shirt, but it devolved quickly. pretty soon, he wasn’t content just watching you, stroking his cock to the thought of how your tits would bounce with each shove of his cock while you moaned like a good slut for him, pretty soon he needed the real thing.

he dragged your shorts down your legs nice and slow, cock hardening at the sight of your bare cunt below, no underwear on like the slut he knew you were, and pretty soon he was drawing your legs up and lining up with your desperate pussy.

you woke up being filled suddenly, stretching far to fast for a cock far to big for you, as you cried out and kicked your legs in pain. he grabs the back of your knees and shoves your legs up to your chest, your pussy at his mercy as he forced more and more in while you cried.

and then you started begging.

he couldnt stand how good it felt, how tight you were and how pathetic you sounds wrapped around his cock, he was going to keep you and he would never let go, not as he bottomed out and you screamed so good for him begging him to stop.

a wicked idea crossed his mind as he started fucking you roughly, taking pleasure from your pain and fear, and could do nothing but indulge it.

“every time you tell me to stop or tell me no, im going to cum inside this tight little pussy. you’re at 23 right now, how many times do you think it will take before i knock you up?”

your pussy tightens like a vice around him and he laughs, watching your tits bounce as you fall silent in words, only able to cry, whine, and moan like a good slut. he knew you wanted this, knew you wanted to be forced open like a whore and be bred nice and full.

He'd start slow, teasing your little slit in the break room, watching you squirm in your seat across the room. Big rough fingers rubbing your sensitive clit. Increasing his assault gradually until you have to leave the room. He follows you into the restroom, where you've locked yourself into a stall. You couldn't help but hide in there to try and get yourself off. Your cunt practically dripping from his teasing. Your need outweighing the confusion and fear from what's happening to you. Your slick fingers make frantic little circles around your swollen clit, and you feel his fingers return, thick and rough as they feel around for your entrance. You whimper as they push in, both at once, stretching you too fast. He doesn't waste any time finding your g spot, making your eyes roll back as he rubs it. Your rubbing gets sloppier and more desperate. Hes unrelenting, picking up speed as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your legs shake, whimpering pathetically. You're so close, when suddenly, he stops. You whine and try to replace him with your own fingers. You rub and finger yourself for what feels like an hour and can't get yourself back to the edge, can't reach the places he could. You leave the bathroom defeated, with an ache in your lower half you can't seem to make go away.