Kay leans way back in her chair, sighing.
"I know how you feel," you say glumly.
"Yeah."
"...Got some time to kill?" You ask.
She tilts her head. "Sure. Do I need to ask what you're thinking?"
"Oh man. Maybe you should."
She rests her chin on her wrist, grinning slyly. "Are you thinking something perverted?"
"I was wondering whether you wanted to grab some lunch."
Her eyes go half-lidded, in a disgruntled rather than alluring way. "Not hungry."
"But thirsty."
She shrugs. "I'm gonna be marooned on a desert island with no dick in sight for hundreds of miles. Except Gustav, who -- sources tell me -- swings a different way. Aside from being old, gross, and German."
"What's the matter with being German?"
"You focus on the weirdest sh-- nevermind. Do you want to fuck me or not?"
"Sure." You stand and begin to unbuckle. But a thought strikes you. Belt still in hand, you say: "you know what? Maybe I will tag along on your Palau trip, after all."
"Why the sudden change of heart?" Kay asks.
"There's something I need to decide. Maybe down there, with Rose -- is the best place to decide it."
She waits for a beat, then: "How mysterious. I like a man of mystery. Gets my cunt all wet."
"Charming."
She sticks her tongue out at you. Then standing, she repeats a performance you saw relatively recently: she hooks her thumbs into the elastic of her skirt and shimmies from it in a tantalizingly cute, quick, practiced motion. She folds it and lays it over her chairback. Her blouse soon follows.
But then something new. She gets totally nude, stepping from her bra and panties. Then, stark naked, she walks to her window and raises the shutters. The broad daylight washes across her. She lays her palms flat against the pristine glass, arches her back. She stares at you over her shoulder and wiggles her upturned ass at you. Her pussy and her asshole are open for your use.
"I turned you into an exhibitionist," you say appreciatively.
"I always was." She faces the window again. "The little people deserve some entertainment, don't they? They can watch how Alabaster Soliloquy and star reporter Kay Vera fuck like wild dogs. They can watch me take a nice hot load of jizz in my cunt..."
She draws herself fully upright again -- and then arches the other way. Palms still pressed to the window, she rubs her bare pussy on the warmed-over glass. Her toned calves flex as they rock her rhythmically up and down. You can see the little streaks her arousal leaves in its wake.
"Alabaster, please," she says, "don't you know it's impolite to keep a girl--"
Kay is shocked to turn her head and see you with your phone in hand, pointing it at her.
"What are you doing!" She sputters.
"You want everyone to see, right?" You say mockingly. "Why limit the show to people who are lucky enough to be out there in the quad right now? We can upload it online, for the whole world to watch you get spunked..."
She's facing you now, one arm over the little buds of her tits, her other hand between her legs to conceal her pussy. "You put that away right now!"
"Huh. Not such an exhibitionist after all," you say with a frown. "Just a faker. You'll fuck in front of a window at 4 PM when there's hardly any chance of someone walking by down there. But with the camera's eye on you, all of a sudden you're as shy as a schoolgirl..."
She steps forward, reaching for you. The motion reveals her cute little breasts, the hard almost mauve-colored nipples. You zoom in on them.
"That's not funny! Stop recording me!"
"Fine, fine," you say. You hit the stop button and pocket your phone. "No need to get all bent out of shape. Go back to the window and get your ass up for me."
"You are such a f--"
You snarl: "Don't you fucking make me wait, Kay. I've got any number of girls I can go fuck right now instead of you. Get yourself back up against that window."
She seethes, but she doesn't fight you. She resumes her position, palms flat on the window, stooped slightly over. She even, despite her scowl, waggles her ass again to entice you. It's so cute how desperate she gets from a simple threat to deprive her of your cock.
You scan the room for something you can use, and find it; oh, this is perfect. When Kay glances impatiently back again, she's just in time to find you propping your phone against her Pulitzer Prize so that it stays balanced.
"Alabaster!" She snaps. "What the f--"
She tries to wheel around but you're already on her -- you grab her by the nape of the neck and force her to stay firmly pressed against the window. With one hand you pull your pants down and step out of them.
"Asshole! Are you still recording me?" She demands.
"Of course not. You asked not to be recorded." You lovingly swipe some of her hair behind her ear using the back of your hand. "This conversation is totally off the record. Don't worry."
"Yooouu..."
You grope her cunt and press down on her neck so her back bends at a sharper angle.
She's a whirlwind of emotions. Fear to anger and back again to fear. Tremulously she asks, "y-you're not really recording. Right? You're just fucking with me?"
"I'm fucking with you all right," you say. You pull your cock from your boxers and rub the tip of it against the sticky folds of her labia. Kay's pussy lips are dainty, but well-defined, dark and hot. The wet crevices and creases of them feel so nice tickling your horny prickhead as you guide it back and forth. The teasing pleasure of it gets you hotter. It lights that overpowering need inside you to ram your cock up a tight little hole. A tight little hole like Kay Vera's cunt, for example. Your little intercrural foreplay is getting Kay horny, too. She whines and lets her head hang down, no longer so concerned about the camera that may or may not be documenting her shame on video.
"Say you want it," you tell her.
"You are such a fucking rat bastard--"
"Say you want my cock."
She gyrates against you, trying either to slip it in without your permission, or tempt you to relent and fuck her before you make her say it. But you won't be tricked. You stay her with both hands on either side of her surprisingly muscular butt. You take this opportunity, with your thumbs, to spread her ass cheeks. You appreciate the discolored pucker of her anus, plus the sheen of her arousal on her cunt lips and the underside of your angry red cock. Your shaft and bulbous mushroom tip look absolutely massive jutting up from between her ass, more like a weapon than a sex organ; Kay is a petite woman, with equally petite orifices that hardly seem big enough to fit such a thing.
"I-- I w-want it," Kay says softly.
"Want what?"
She groans in agonized, needful frustration.
"Want what," You repeat, firmly.
"I want your cock!" She shouts. It's loud enough for everyone in the C Suite to hear. "I want your cock, Alabaster, fuck me already! Fuck me!" She bounces her butt as best she can against you, succeeding only in smearing a little more of her cunt juices against your glans, frenulum and testicles.
"Don't tell me."
"What?"
"Tell the viewers." You point at your phone on her desk leaning up against her cherished prize. "Tell them how bad you want it."
You spin her around, her body still bent at nearly 90 degrees, holding her about the waist. She's directly facing her desk and the uncaring eye of the phone's camera. She still isn't certain whether this is all just a roleplay or you really are recording her against her will. She shakes like a bird all over. Lust and mortification are obviously doing battle in her mind.
"Say: 'I, Kay Vera, am a slut for Alabaster Soliloquy's cock.'"
"I-- I, K-Kay Vera... am a slut... f-for Alabaster Soliloquy's... c-cock..."
"'Please watch him cum inside me.'"
"P-please watch... please... please w-watch him c-cum inside me..."
"'Please masturbate to my shame.'"
She moans, goes limp. You have to catch her to keep her from falling to her stomach.
"Say it, you cunt."
"Please masturbate to my shame!" She shrieks, going suddenly stiff. Her neck muscles strain and she stares directly at the camera's lens. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wild. "Jerk off and watch me get fucked! Watch me spread my fucking legs and get fucked!"
You stick your cock in her. Good behavior deserves a reward. She hugs herself, and whatever trace of resistance that possibly remained is utterly demolished. She stares heavenward, eyes rolling up, a delirious smile on her twitching face. You weren't just talking dirty. It's literally true: she's a slut for your cock.
Rutting in Kay's pussy is always a joy. It's as firm and taut as the rest of her, smooth but deliciously wet. And so grippy. And so sticky. Yes, she's a slut for your cock, and this is the part of her that makes her that way; her wet little slut-hole. It controls her utterly. Makes her go all stupid. Makes her forget her shame. Makes her actively enjoy her shame, even. She paws at her own tiny tits and fucks back against you, wailing, almost sobbing in ecstasy. Her tongue flops from her mouth like she's her dog. Her arms, hanging limply at her side, are good handles. You hold her by the wrists and rail her with deep, powerful thrusts.
"Seeeee?" She says, gulping air. "I'm such a slut... I'm such a slut... watch me be a slut, everyone, please..."
Her tight pussy hugging you like a form-fitting onahole is too much. You're dumping a load inside her before you can stop it. It's a powerful, sloppy orgasm that can't be contained in a hole so small. There's a lewd wet slurping noise as you pump and squirt the cum from your pulsing cock, and it flows back from out of her overfull womb, down around your pistoning shaft. It drips between your bodies, oozing in thick strands to the floor.
"Oh god," she groans, "it's getting everywhere... it's... oh, fuuuuck... can you all see it? Can you all see how he's fucking me full of his, his.... dirty... nasty cummmm?" Her teeth chatter and she climaxes hard around your still squirting dick.
You let her go. She slides from your dick and she falls in a heap at your feet. She lies there for just a couple moments, sweaty chest heaving. Weakly then, arms and legs wobbling, she rises to a sitting position, and stares up at you. She's a bit more rational, now. "F-for real... you're not honestly recording--"
You grab her by her ponytail, another convenient handle, and force her back to her stomach. She grunts in surprised protest as her chin collides with the soft carpet of her office. You're pressing her face into the wet spot like she's a dog who wasn't properly housetrained and made a mess. "I'm not done with you," you tell her. "Lick it up."
"S-sto-- unnff--"
You mash her nose and mouth into the floor. With no other option but to comply, she does it -- she darts her tongue out and starts to lick up the slimy mess of your combined fluids. From the corner of her eye, she's staring up at her desk -- at the phone there silently capturing this humiliation as well.
"How does it taste?"
"It's... it's disgusting... I love it..."
You get her onto her back and kneel over her. You cup your hand across her genitals and start to finger her messy, cummy little cunthole. You scoop up some of your semen, and pull it out, then smear it all over her face. The viscous, pearl-white jism coats her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. "Tell everyone how you like it."
"It's horrible," she says, shivering. "It's smelly, and bitter, and slimy... it's fucking disgusting... ungh, oh god... so good..."
You get over top of her, resting on your haunches, and start fucking her again. You pull on her lower jaw and probe the interior of her mouth, just to degrade her. She happily licks the cum from your fingertips. The remnants of your first cum slosh around inside her pussy and coat your fucking cock, lubricating it even more. The room stinks of raw sex and semen. Kay is writhing in sheer delight.
"You want everyone to see this, don't you."
"Yes!"
"You want them to see you getting fucked and smeared with my smelly cum."
"Yesss... yesss, please..."
You moan, suddenly feeling yourself gripped by a mini climax of your own. Without warning you lose another couple squirts of spunk inside her. She sighs hoarsely and lets it happen without complaint.
You fuck her like that for a little while, just enjoying the looser, messier feeling of her cunt on the second go-around. It's so welcoming and inviting now, so greedily accepting of your cock and anything that comes out of it -- no more resistance at all. Meanwhile, Kay runs her fingers over her own face and revels in the disgusting mess there. Occasionally she turns her head to one side and laps at the wet spot on the ground too, groaning like a sow.
The minutes pass faster than you realize: soon you look up to find that it's getting close to 5 PM. This is the hour when employees are usually leaving campus. Time to step it up, then. You have one last miniature orgasm inside Kay, just for fun, because you love to cum inside so much. You relish it, spurting more cum into her ruined pussy. But you hold yourself back, saving the rest of your spunk for the finale.
You dismount. Kay whines in protest. But she doesn't have time to voice her desperation in words because now you're dragging her -- like a caveman, holding her by the hair, and sliding her across the floor on her butt towards the window again.
Roughly, you get her up on her knees.
"Suck my cock."
She glances first at the phone again -- then out, to the quad below, and the fast growing crowd of people leaving the building. Already now, a few of them are noticing: the naked woman in the corner office on the top floor, on her knees in front of a hard cock.
"N-no--" she pleads. "No, w-wait--"
You don't let her say anything more. You shut her up by grabbing her head with both hands and rubbing your achy, leaky cock all over her face. It pushes her glasses askew and musses her makeup even further. The light application of eyeliner she had on is running down her cheeks in black little clumps. Her lips wrap around your meaty shaft. She looks like a cheap whore.
You begin to jerk yourself with one hand, coaxing out your load.
"I'm not just fucking with you," you tell her with a growl. "I really am recording this."
She tries to push away from you with her hands against your knees, but you don't let her. Her eyes are saucers. She can't settle on whether to focus upon the camera, or the ballooning audience below -- or the dirty cock using her face as a dick sleeve.
"I'll keep the video," you tell her. "Maybe I'll upload it, maybe I won't. You'll never know..."
Despite herself, she licks you -- she licks your cock. A little trickle is leaking from her pussy, down her thigh -- your cum and hers, mixed together.
"Strike a pose for everyone, huh?"
Shuddering, Kay lifts both hands -- and flashes peace signs. She's done her research, all right -- or maybe it just comes natural to a slut like her.
"Mmmmmm," you moan deeply, from the back of your throat. It's cumming. Your nuts tighten, and you paint her with semen. It splashes across her face -- her broad forehead, her mouth, her black-rimmed glasses. When you pull away from her, finally relinquishing your grip on her, she doesn't stand or try to cover herself. Instead she just rises to the balls of her feet, squatting, legs spread as wide as they go -- right in front of the window, and starts to rub her cunt. She blows a kiss to the crowd below, winks, and squirts her own cum all over the window. It comes in pulses -- squirt, squirt -- and between these blasts, she slaps her messy cunt. It erupts from her like a broken water main, and runs down the glass in long thick, translucent streamers. Your own cum, thick and white, oozes straight down in long spindle-like threads, over her taint, across her twitchy asshole, and to the floor.
When finally she's all cummed out, she swoons. Losing her balance, she falls onto her side. And you don't have to direct her this time; this time, she willingly licks the mess all up. First off the floor, then off the window. All the while she wears a dreamy expression on her face. A few people down below actually clap. How sweet.