Angie slid her endlessly long legs out of her 8-year-old red, convertible and pulled the brown, short, tight skirt down over her caramel colored thighs. She tucked the matching brown scoop necked sweater under her skirt and smiled at the sight of her protruding nipples peaking through the thin satin bra, her 38D breasts straining against the thin material.
Angie walked up the stairs and nervously entered the front door of Antonelli's Construction Company. As she walked into the office, conversation came to a screeching halt as all six of the construction workers eyed Angie's luscious body barely contained in the form fitting clothing.
Angie smiled sweetly at the men and slowly sashayed her hip over to the kitchen sink to make a pot of coffee. She made sure to take her own sweet time bending down to reach the coffee packets in the bottom drawer, aware of her heart shaped ass in the gaze of 12 eyes from the men in the room.
She felt, more than heard, the sound of a pair of construction boots stomping its way up to her. Tom, a 40'ish, muscular man with a neatly shaved beard and bulging tool kit around his waist casually looked Angie up and down and returned her smile with a knowing grin of his own.
"Baby, you look fuckin' hot in those clothes," he drawled as he pressed his body up against Angie. Startled by his boldness, the next thing she knew, Tom had her pinned against the wall and was grinding his rapidly stiffening rod into her crotch.
"I bet you'd look even hotter without them," he whispered in her ear as he reached around and unzipped her skirt.
Angie was stunned by his boldness, dry humping her against the wall in front of an open office where anyone could walk in. Without thinking, she pushed him away. He quickly grabbed both of her arms, pinning them up over her head.
"Who in the fuck do you think you are?" he demanded, continuing to grind his cock into her pussy like he owned it.
"S-s-stop," Angie managed to stammer out, confused at where this whole thing was going.
He responded by stepping back and almost ripping her tight brown sweater over her head in one tug. Angie's eyes widened as he grinned down at her breasts, grabbing each nipple between his fingers and thumb, twirling them around until it hardened and stung.
He continued pinching her nipples and grinding his crotch into her pussy until her knees went weak. He pushed her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"I am going to fuck your little whore ass right here, and right now. So you better get used to it."
Angie was ashamed as she felt the moisture seeping into her panties. She wasn't quite sure why the commanding tone of his voice turned her on, but she gazed up at him helplessly as he crushed his mouth into hers, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth.
After getting the response he wanted, he pulled away. "Now turn the fuck around and bend over the counter," Tom demanded.
Angie stared at the man for a moment unsure of what to do next. He reached his hands into her hair and sharply yanked her head back, pinching her nipples even harder than before until she yelped in pain. "Did you hear what I said whore?" he demanded.
"Yes," Angie replied meekly. "Yes, sir."
Tom grinned with satisfaction. Good. I like my women nice and submissive. Now turn around and assume the fucking position" he ordered.
Almost by instinct, Angie slowly turned around and bent over the little kitchen counter, jutting her round ass up for all to see. Tom responded by slipping her little mini skirt over her hips and letting it drop to the floor.
Next, he slowly slid his finger up and down over her thong, gradually shifting the thin string of material to the side and sticking his rough, meaty finger into her dripping wet pussy.
Angie let out a little mew as his calloused fat fingers slowly invaded her depths. He responded by shoving her body down more firmly into the counter and inserting a second finger even deeper into her hole.
"Look at you, you dirty fucking whore. You like getting finger fucked in front of a crowd of men, don't you?" he growled while rubbing her clit.
Angie grabbed a hold of the faucet and held on for dear life, desperately willing herself not to lose control by his public assault of her body. A low growl escaped her throat as she backed her hips toward his hands, grinding against him and thrusting his fingers even deeper into her crotch.
SLAP! Tom brought his free hand down on her left ass check with force. Angie yelped in surprise.
"I asked you a question whore. Now ANSWER ME!" he growled. "You like having your pussy finger-fucked in public, don't you slut?"
Angie knew there was no use fighting the sensation anymore. His relentless assault against her pussy and clit coupled with his aggressive, dominating behavior sent her over the edge. "Yes" she gasped out, bucking wildly against his hand. "Yes, I like it," she got out before his hand came down hard on her ass again and again.
Angie yelped out again as the room went black and she started hurtling over the edge of a massive orgasm.
"Yes, Tom, yes!" she screamed as the first wave wracked her body. He continued smacking her ass with one hand while finger fucking her with the other.
She was totally debased, totally humiliated, brought to a screaming orgasm while her fully clothed co-worker fingered her half-covered pussy while smacking her ass.
It looked bad, she knkew. She panted over the counter, trying to catch her breath when she felt a fist grab her hair and yank her down off the counter and towards the floor.
"On your knees bitch," he ordered.
Angie dutifully regained her balance and propped herself on her knees in front of the massive and growing cock in front of her face. With his fist still in her hair, he ground her face in his crotch, the rough denim fabric scratching her face and smearing off her lipstick while she lightly scratched his cock with her teeth.
"Ooooh, yes! Ready to get your faced stuffed with some man cock now?" he asked unbuttoning his fly and unzipping his jeans.
"Yes sir," Angle softly responded as he plopped out his massive 9-inch cock in front of her face.
"Good girl," he murmured approvingly at her quick response. "I see you learn obedience very well, don't you my little cockslut?"
"Yes sir" she replied as she gently reached up in awe and began stroking his now throbbing cock. "You know how to teach me very well, sir."
"Now put daddy's cock in your mouth and swallow all of it like a good little girl," he murmured while stroking her hair.
Angie obediently took the meaty, throbbing phallus in both hands and worshipped it; gently licking circles around the throbbing, purple head and up and down both sides of his shaft. After a minute of this, Tom forcefully jerked a fistful of her hair again.
"I didn't say lick it, slut. Open your fucking mouth and suck this dick properly before I jam it down your fucking throat."
Tom's commanding voice only made Angie wetter and hotter. She could feel her juices dripping down her legs as she obediently opened her mouth wide and took his dick deep into her mouth. She wrapped her lips firmly around the massive pole and bobbed her head up and down, keeping the friction of her tongue on the bottom of his shaft.
