At 2am, Nina reached the golden resting palace. The main lobby was entirely silent up until her emerald green heels echoed through the place, signaling to the world her elegance. She wasn't particularly known by the world, but many easily would assume otherwise from how her smooth, tan flesh always looked as if a spotlight was in her. The 27-year-old was a thin but curvy woman with a long, silky waterfall of hair that reached down to her hourglass hips effortlessly. If someone was close enough, they could be treated to an almost mesmerizing blend of perfume and shampoo.
Nina walked at a brisk pace towards the elevator, satisfied with the results of the day. The steel box would have been as grand as the main room if it wasn't for the person inside. He was roughly the same age as the unofficial model, but half a foot higher off the ground despite her heels and took about 3 times the area compared to her. She wondered if he went to the gym as he was sweating profusely and flooding the container with a thick, impossible-to-escape musk once the door closed. Nina thought about saying something to him until she realized he was standing still and gazing away at her body. The shock of being oogled so aggressively kept her from initially realizing that none of the buttons were being pressed. Only then, did she reach across to click the highest number.
"Which one?" She spoke out in a meek, but respectful tone.
"You're good, Honey," He casually answers to receive a puzzled face back. The penthouse only had one suite, and it definitely wasn't for someone who had a food stain on the side of his shirt and ripped-up jeans instead of ripped jeans. Regardless, the two were ascending.
She only met the stranger for 10 seconds and he spent about 9 of them looking away at her body. Currently, his stare was aimed towards her ample mounds that the dress had given a peek at.
"C-Can you not look at me like that?... Thank you.." she says feeling her self-assurance draining the longer his dirty pupils were aimed towards her. It was already bad enough that she couldn't breathe anything but his intoxicating stench of sex and filth.
"Imagine your face covered in cum." He says, entirely disregarding her question and thoughts for his own inquiry that was robbed of any subtly.
"What?" She says taking a step back. He responded by moving to block the buttons.
"Please don't act stupid Honey. The second we get off this elevator is the second we fuck until you can't get out of bed in the morning." He bluntly states, creeping towards the woman in the process. She took off one of her venomous-looking heels. Something that proved to be a mistake as he rushed towards her and took up all of her remaining space until finding herself against the wall and getting pinned by double her weight. Her weapon was quickly snatched off and tossed to the side as he slammed crusty lips against her mouth. Nina kicked around, feeling him reaching around and grabbing her ass with both of his calloused hands squeezing away at all of her feistiness.
His tongue entered to swap his viscous, mucus-laced saliva with her thinner fluid. The entire rest of the ride was like this and time seemed to slow down so that the ogre could enjoy his moment. Nina found herself giving in to a small extent after getting her cheeks used as his stress balls the whole time.
A bell rang in the container that appeared to be more cramped than it started even if no one else came on. His large hands easily wrapped around her entire waist and pulled her up and over his shoulders before snatching her purse away effortlessly.
"W-We aren't doing this...get your hands off me!!" she commanded with a whimper and aimlessly fighting with the air. All that was left of her in the elevator was a single heel he didn't bother to pick up. Nina heard him searching messily through her private things and taking her entrance card, a quick swipe allowed him access to the used penthouse suite with the girl of his dreams.
"I told you to let me down! Let go!" She screamed, squirming around the best she could again, watching the male robotically march into her high-end safe haven. He walked around for some time looking for a bedroom, before invading there to toss the little tease against it.
Nina had about enough time to turn herself around to face her nightmare and put her hand on her own mattress before he snatched her hair's pitch-black strands and yanked her down while climbing on top. His left hand went to work yanking her dress down to have her bare tits on full display to the last man she wanted to see them. His right pulled up her dress until it was more like a red hola hoop rather than anything protecting her delicate flesh from the haunting gazes of the monster that got on top.
All that was left was packaging his bulge by unzipping his pants and forcing down the fabric underneath to have his thick, angry-looking fucksausage pop out and rest between her milk valley.
