“Lift your hands” I bark at you, and you lift them up for me. I pull your dress over your head and throw it on the floor, leaving you naked in the one-person office bathroom in just your heels. Conveniently, this one is in the basement and no-one ever uses it. Perfect for a quickie.
I reach down with one hand and cup your cunt, giving your clit a pinch, and use the other to twist your nipples. You moan a bit and I order you “Bend over the sink cum dump.”
You do, of course, like a good fucktoy, just like you showed up at my office after I texted you “my office, text me when you are downstairs.”
I reach out and wiggle the plug in your ass, and you whimper. I give your clit a light tug and say, “Good girl wearing the plug to meet me. Where does your boyfriend think you are?”
“Out shopping Sir.”
I chuckle and give your ass a slap. “Such a bad girl, slipping out on your boyfriend to get fucked.”
“Yes Sir.”
I pull the plug out of your ass and you open your mouth automatically, letting me slide the plug into your mouth. You can taste your ass and the silicone lube on the plug, the degradation of being made to hold the plug in your mouth making you wetter.
I grab your hips, digging my fingers into your skin, and brutally slam my cock into your ass. You scream around the plug in your mouth, from the pain of my thick shaft opening your tight ass up, and then desperately suck on the plug to keep it in your mouth. Last time you dropped it I dunked your head in the toilet; you are trying to avoid a repeat: it is hard to explain wet hair when you get home.
I pound your ass brutally, as you whimper and moan. Between the lack of lube and the steady, punishing pace of my thrusts deep into your ass, you start to cry into the sink. Being fucked by me is always an ordeal for you, degrading and painful. But you keep coming back; something in you craves the abuse I give you. I notice your tears flowing into the sink as I pound deeper and deeper into your ass, and I growl at you “Cry all you want right cum dumpster, all you are is a hole for me to cum in you. You need this, whore, or you’d be at home with that wimpy boy friend.”
Finally your ordeal is over: I cum deep inside your bowels and pull out of your gaping, reamed out ass. I take the plug from your mouth and slide it into your ass, trapping my cum in you. I pat your ass cheek and say “Good cum dump. On your knees.”
“Yes Sir,” you say, spinning around and kneeling in front of me.
“Clean me up.” You open your mouth and slide my cock inside, licking me clean of cum and your ass, like a good cum dumpster, and I pat your head and slide my cock out of your mouth.
“Remember the rules for having my cum in you, fuck meat?” I say.
“Yes Sir,” you answer, “I must spend at least half an hour with it inside me, and I must lick the plug clean and send you video of that. I am going shopping after this, won’t be a problem.”
“Good cum dumpster,” I say, finishing doing up my pants. “You can put your clothes back on.” I leave the bathroom, the door banging shut behind me, leaving you naked, kneeling, and with my cum plugged in your ass. You stand up quickly, re-lock the door, and lie back on the cold tile and start masturbating. You figure you have time for at least one orgasm before you absolutely have to go shopping or run out of time, and your cunt is soaking wet from the casual, rough, ass fucking.