To say she hates working late is a gross understatement but this report simply has to be done by tomorrow. The office gives a different vibe late at night when no one else is there. She feels as though someone is watching but she knows she's alone. Almost finished. She had better visit the girls room before heading home. Opening the door she sees that the lights are off inside. It feels so different without anyone else here and she's a little creeped out by it. She turns on the lights and enters cautiously looking under each stall door for feet as she goes. Feeling a little silly for her apprehension, she goes into the next to the last stall, lifts her skirt, pulls her panties down and sits. Her urine hitting the water echoes in the otherwise unoccupied room. These are her favorite panties; stretch lace and black. They make her feel sexy just putting them on, or taking them off. She's tired and ready for her soft bed. Her mind wanders as she imagines herself lying in her bed, naked of course. The thought of cool sheets against her warm skin has always been a favored sensation. Relaxing now, her mind slows from her long work day. Lightly touching her stomach, she feels that familiar desire.
Why it seems to come so frequently in the bathroom at work, she has no idea. Giving in to the temptation she slides her hand lower to her baby smooth mons and inner thighs. Her nipples harden against her lace bra and cotton shirt. The size of her nipples shows prominently through her clothes when she is aroused; A fact of which she has been secretly proud since puberty struck and boys began to notice such things. She drags a finger between her pussy lips and moans slightly. She pinches first one nipple and then the other with her other hand and begins the usual circular stimulation of her now wet cunt. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back as her pace increases between her legs. Unbuttoning her blouse and pushing up her bra, she squeezes her whole breast gently pulling it kneading the flesh. She slips one finger and then two inside her pussy. Her breath becomes a bit more labored as her orgasm builds. Juices drip from her hand and she can feel her chest and neck flush red. Her pleasure peaks and she moans again as her orgasm flows through her. Leg and back muscles tighten and she looses herself in the feeling. At a slower pace now she resumes fingering and rubbing her pussy for her second go when she hears a noise.
She freezes and stops her breathing. The door to the restroom is opening slowly and she hears a footstep. The door closes but there is no other sound. Terrified, she makes no movements. Footsteps again. They are coming closer. Shoes appear below the door of the stall. Men's shoes. Very large men's shoes are pointing toward her. She lifts her head to look over the door and see's him staring back. His whole head is visible above the door proving his height and his hands gripping the top of the door are huge. He smiles slightly and speaks in a very low and quiet voice. "I see you have been preparing for me." Still frozen from fear, she tries to scream but makes no sound at all. He effortlessly snaps the stall door open and enters. One big hand grabs a handful of her hair and lifts her to her feet as the other hand wraps completely around her neck. His strength is abundant but he doesn't tighten his hand on her neck so much as to be uncomfortable. It is obvious he could strangle her easily but he uses only moderate pressure; as thought he wants to convey that he is in control. He is. Her very high heels are barely touching the ground as he holds her by her throat, and with the other hand, squeezes her breasts. His face moves very close to her ear and he whispers, "You needn't resist. I'll have what I want." She knows it's the truth.
He backs out of the stall and leads her to the counter; his hand still firmly around her neck. She glances at herself in the mirror, seeing her breasts hanging free and her skirt up around her waist. With one hand on her head, he pushes her to her knees. She drops her head before him but can hear his belt and zipper being unfastened. With a finger under her chin, he lifts her face and there hanging before her is the biggest cock she has ever seen. It is long and very thick; as thick as any beer can she has ever held. The head is large and mushroom shaped. She instinctively opens her mouth as it moves toward her face. The head alone fills her mouth as she attempts to suck it. "That's a very good girl. Get it very sloppy and wet baby", he whispers. Pushing it back to her throat, she gags and tries to pull away but he holds her by her hair and only pushes it farther. Her spit runs from her mouth and drips onto her breasts. As he removes his dick from her mouth, long strings of slobber trail from the head to her lips. She gasps for breath as he lifts her to her feet again and pushes her down, face first over the counter. Holding her there with one hand he moves behind her. She feels the cold granite counter top against her exposed breasts and nipples. Again she looks into the mirror to see herself. Her makeup is distorted by the tears that stream down her face from the near suffocation she experienced with his massive prick in her throat.
