She notices him looking at her, from across the lobby, as she was about to start her lunch. He was staring straight at her, as if undressing her, with his eyes. She feels naked in front of him, in this moment, and she is revelling in it, while people milled around her. She began fantasizing about all the things she would do if given the chance, with him, despite the throngs of people. In fact, she has often wondered, where her depravity would lead her if her simple gave in to her deepest desires. While others continue to sit and consume their lunch, she imagines him bending her over her chair, in front of them, and sliding his hand up her back. “Dare I?” she wonders to herself. As she sits there, wanting him more with every passing moment.
She takes a deep, slow breath as she walks slowly toward the ladies’ room. His eye contact, remains strong and unbroken. She her head, towards him slightly. Grinning, she ponders, how nice it would be to have her imaginary spontaneous interlude become reality, but she knows it can only be a fantasy.
As she is washing her hands, she feels butterflies fluttering in her belly. She is bewildered and amused at being made to feel like a silly little teenager. The door creeks and suddenly her imagination starts working feverishly. She begins to conjure up a mental image of some strange woman, spread eagle on the toilet as that man, the one from the lobby, licks her into insanity. She feels her clit swelling at the thought of it. It would seem that she has sex on the brain, like a teenager as well, but at last, she knows it is probably only be some business woman, in a stuffy business suit, or someone of her ilk, on her way in to discreetly empty her bladder.
She glances to her right to satisfy her curiosity, on whom this someone is, but to her shock it is not some petite business woman, but it is indeed him. Her heart jumps, into her throat, as she clumsily stumble for the paper towels. He knees go week. “Can I help you?” he simply asks. She giggles, hardly believing he is really here, in front of her. Surely, he must have thought he was entering the men’s room. “I believe I can,” the stranger utters, answering his own question, with the most sinister of smiles. She knows what he wants and she is desperate to please him. “I saw the way you were looking at me and since no one was around, I decided to came in.” She was momentarily rendered speechless and confessed to her surroundings. Her mind began turning, convinced this has to be a dream. She was stunned, but as the shock lifted, she began quivering with anticipation. He smiled toward the end stall, the handicapped one and with one last look behind him, guided both of them inside it.
She stood there, nervous, as he simply looked her up and down. There she was, feeling naked again, this time wetting her panties. She could feel him sensing her needs, before he took her by the nape of her neck, pulling her in close to him. She could feel his incredible strength, or maybe it was it that she was simply rendered weak. He lifted her head slightly and forcefully kissed into the other side of her neck. She moaned, as goose bumps appeared.
She felt her body being pressed against the wall. He slid his hands down her arms and grabbed her hands gently. Then with one swift moment that gentleness transformed into aggression, as he raised her arms above her head. With his left hand holding tightly, to her wrists, his right hand slid down her side. Not once did he stop looking her in the eyes. The heat within her core began to expand outward. She just knew, without looking, that her chest was turning flush.
When she realized that he had worked his hand under her blouse, she gasped for air. She was powerless to him. Boldly, yet softly he touched her flesh. As he moved his face within centimeters of her own, he gripped her breast, as if to say it was his now. The anticipation was overwhelming. “What was he about to do next?” She wondered, “Would he kiss her sweetly or would he bite her nipple like a piranha?”
She could smell her own sex now, it was so potent. She hadn’t even looked away from his eyes to see if he was hard. She couldn’t look away from his eyes. They commanded her. Down his hand slowly went, past her naval. Her panties were soaked through already. He went along the outside of her skirt, inching it up with his fingers. There he was, grinning that evil grin again. Her breath was heavy and hot. Once he reached the end of her skirt, she felt his very warm hand reaching along the inside of her thigh. Another moan escaped her lips. He traced the insides of both of her thighs, only slightly touching her pussy, her very wet needy pussy. As he cupped her mound, his eyes lit up with the realization that she was completely shaven, in that area.
His middle finger slid between her lips and for a moment, he closed his eyes as if to see what his finger saw. She tried to pull her arms down, they were so tired, but he opened his eyes and glared at her, shaking his head, no. Suddenly she realized that he truly did have her in his complete control. She struggled to understood the emotions that this revelation was causing, Then it dawned on her, what she was feeling were the feelings of utter helplessness. The feeling of complete submission and with that thought crystallized, in her mind, she felt more fluid escape her sex and to her embarrassment, she knew he had felt it, too.
Before she knew it, he plunged his finger deeply into her awaiting wet sex. More than a simple moan escaped her this time. He looked into her eyes to see her reaction and began to pump. After the fourth or fifth rhythmic motion, there were two fingers inside of her. With each pump, she heard her fluids against his hand and the smell of sex intensified By now, she knew that if someone came into the ladies’ room now, that their decency would be discovered and, frankly, she didn’t care.
She couldn’t control her legs any longer, they started to spread, on their own, for him. He allowed her to lower just a bit so she could widen herself. She shut her eyes at this point, she was so close to cumming that she couldn’t stand it. Her eyes seemed to roll back into her head and her clit was swollen beyond belief, but before she was able to climax, he instantly stopped moving his hand. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a stern expression. A warning that she wasn’t to do that.
He let go of her hand and she lowered her arms, but her legs were still spread wide for him. “Take it off,” he demanded. She assumed he was referring to her skirt and so she began removing her skirt like the little girl she felt she was, awkward, wanting approval. He stepped in towards her and reached his left hand to the back of her head. Grabbing a hand full of hair he yanked her head back, hard enough that she thought he’d pull her head right off. Twisting her body around, he pushed her towards the toilet, bending her over. To avoid falling, she instinctively reached her hands out to catch herself on its seat.
She felt his leg move her right leg out, then the left. There she stood in her wrinkled blouse, heels and no skirt, bent over a toilet, completely willing to serve at his will. She felt a sting on her ass. He struck two more times and she called out in pain, but never did she tell him to stop. In fact she thought just the opposite, “please don’t stop”. She wanted more. She heard the unzipping of his pants, as her ass heated up from the punishment she just been given. Her hair was still in his grasp, as he jammed his cock inside of her, claiming it. Thrusting at medium speed, he moaned with each stroke, has did she, in return. “Your pussy is so hot.” he exclaimed, in a breathy voice. His cock was so full and hard, he was so deep that it almost hurt. “You little whore,” he said to her. “Say it,” he demanded. “Yes,” she replied, “I’m a little whore.” He started to bang her harder and faster. “Tell me to stop!” she heard him say, but she stayed mum, she most definitely didn’t want him to. Suddenly, her head was pulled back hard, by her hair, as she gasped for air and cried out, “Stop!” Something about being him forcing her saying it aroused her even more. “Stop it,” she called out. “You’ll take it, slut, for as long as I say!” he barked.
His thrusts were at full speed now, between her moans, were his grunts. He was fucking her so hard, her tits were in perpetual motion, circling and slapping together with each penetration. She heard his breath quicken. His hands moved to her hips for a better grip. He was banging her so hard she thought that she was going to be fucked right through the wall. Suddenly, he grunted with one long breath as he staying deep inside her. He was cumming inside her, unconcerned about the consequences and though the potential consequences should have horrified her, in truth it only enhanced how turned on she was. “Don’t move,” he told her and like a good little whore, she waited for him.
As he slowly pulled out she reminded herself not to move. Before she knew it, his face was between her legs. His lips clenched onto her clit. She could feel his tongue flittering around it. More fluids escaped her. She could hardly stand still, but she knew she must. She wanted to thrust her hips and jam her pussy into his face, but she did as she was told. It took all of her strength to be still, as she felt his tongue slide into her hole. In and out, his warm, wet tongue moved. Then his finger crept into her asshole. She knew it, too, was wet, welcoming. He was so…so…incredible. She felt her body begin to tingle, from the inside. She felt her new body begging to cum. Her clit was swollen to it’s maximum. She felt her pussy begin to convulse. She was on her tiptoes, knees bent. She couldn’t restrain herself any longer, she let loose, yelling out in pleasure. Everything went silent as she drifted into her most intense orgasm ever. She saw nothing, she heard nothing, but robbed of her other senses, she felt everything even more intensely. As she slowly came to, her body twitched ever so slightly.
This stranger was, so controlling, so delicious. He gently slid his finger out, kissed her lips softly. She was still following his command, leaning over the toilet, though completely exhausted. Her legs beginning to shake and breathing was profuse. She heard him zip up his pants, then she heard the stall door open and close. She knew he was gone, but she didn’t want to move, she didn’t want it to end, but was finally forced to when her legs weakened and buckled leaving her kneeling on the bathroom floor. Still with quickened breath, she smiled to herself. She didn’t even care what his name was, and that he never asked hers. She could only imagine how far the echos, of their calls, had escaped from inside the ladies’ room and how many people had heard. As she left the ladies’ room everyone would know she was the genesis of those sounds, but she didn’t care, this was the finest lunch break she had ever had.
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