Not realizing what I was doing, I reached for her legs and placed my hands high on her thighs where her skirt fell. My head snapped to the side before I felt the sting of her slap on my face, forcing a small groan to escape through my gritted teeth.
“I didn’t say you could touch any of me you little fuck,” she snapped at me. Her fingers were now working three at a time in and out of her pussy while her other hand returned behind her for balance.
“Then what am I doing here?,” I asked I earnest.
She grabbed me aggressively by the hair. “You’re doing what I say at the moment. Understand me?!”
It was an unwritten understanding that she was probably the biggest slut on the floor, maybe in the building. She had a live-in boyfriend, a kid with someone else, and always one or two guys hanging out on the side. She got around for someone who was closing in on 40. And she didn’t go out of her way to keep it all that secret. She had a hard body and fake tits that she loved to show off by wearing clothes that pushed the envelope of the company dress code. I’d always wondered what she looked like naked, and figured she must be a total freak in the bedroom considering the stories she didn’t do so well with being discrete about. Then again, another part of me thought it was all hype and she just liked to be the center of attention. Turns out I was half right and half wrong; it appeared that it wasn’t all hype, and she did like the attention.
She threw her head back, moaning in pleasure enjoying her fingers deep within her. Periodically she would pause and bring her fingers to her mouth, sucking her juice off them. In the mean time, my cock throbbed, pressing against by pants, begging to be let out for the smallest relief. Reflexively, I reached out to unbutton my pants to find that relief and was slapped again, this time with the hand that was giving her pleasure. The juice ran down my cheek, and I licked it out of the corner of my mouth, almost making the situation enjoyable.
“You don’t get to touch yourself either you little pervert. Just sit there and serve your fucking purpose.” Part of me was tried of being abused at the hands of this slut. Another part of my was fascinated, loving every second of it, begging more and more to plunge my cock deep within her.
“No, I’ve had enough of sitting here taking your shit,” I finally said. “I’m going home,” and started to stand up.