I like working at my company. Yeah, it's a pub, but I get to work in the back office dealing with numbers, and rocking up in really cute and sometimes revealing outfits (I like feeling sexy) without getting hit on by drunk customers.
Today, I decide to wear a thigh high black dress with suspenders, with a white cotton shirt. I resemble a grown up school girl. The dress fits well- it hugs my 24 inch waist, and drops to my mid thighs. The black stands out against my golden toned long legs. The white shirt pulls slightly at my 32Cs. This against my red pouty lips, dark brown hair and eyes on my 5'7" frame-I know I'm going to be silently torturing John at work.
John is the assistant manager. He and I briefly had a flirting fling. He's 6'5", with dark hair, dark eyes, tanned skin and big broad shoulders-he looks like a rugby player. Just looking at him gets me wet. But he turned out to be more interested in the chase rather than the conquest, so I got tired of waiting around.
Today is particularly busy-it's month end and I need to get the numbers out. Only I can't find the damn file that I need! John is in the office talking to another colleague and I'm standing bent over the desk, looking for the files that I need.
I know my skirt lifts up when I bend over the table-just enough to fall below my round, tight ass. I know he's watching me. I enjoy it. Knowing that he wants me and can't, no should I say won't do anything about it-puts me on a high. I love that power.
It's now late in the evening, after what can be described as a monstrous day at work. I leave the office and walk into the pub. I need a drink. John is there. I immediately straighten up. He looks tired. We get to small talk-we don't have much in common-and I'm not one to waste my time on frivolous activities-but he does smell good. So I pop open a beer, and stay to chat.
After 15 minutes he walks over to the pool table and asks me if I want a game. "Why not?" I think. It'll relax me. We play and talk, and before I realize it-we're the only two people in the pub. It's dark out. Not that I'm worried-it just means that I need to leave now.
I begin to bid him farewell and he asks for one last game. I oblige. "What's 5 minutes?" I think to myself.
It's my turn to play, and I bend over to take my shot, I know John is behind me-but don't pay much mind. Until I feel him brush against my ass. I don't move. I can now feel his hand moving gingerly against my inner thigh, and I attempt to jump around and slap him. Only I don't. I can't. Before I can turn, he's got me by the back of my neck and has pinned me down to the table.
I struggle and shout out, "What the hell are you doing? Let me go!" All I hear in response is a deep laugh. He leans forward- I can feel his immense weight on top of me. He pushes his other hand between my legs harder, forcing me to spread my legs. He's strong, his hands are so big. Fuck. I feel myself wet. All I have on is a black thong. Shit.
He whispers into my ear, "You're quite the cock tease. I've been wondering what your pussy would taste like."
"Get off me!" I scream. I try to move, and he laughs harder.
He grabs my wet pussy. "I love a hairless cunt. All the better to eat. I knew you would have a wet cunt, but I didn't know you be so soaked so fast. Quite the little slut aren't we?" he states.
"Fuck you!" I scream out in anger and protest. I try to kick out, and get a hard, resounding slap on my ass as a result.
"Behave!" he commands. And my cunt gets wetter! He pushes my thong aside. I feel something going in me. Only it's not his finger. It's small. I realize it's the pool cue!