"HmmmmmmMmmph," was all I could hear in her muffled cries as her face was down.
"After I'm done with you, you're really going to have a loose asshole!" I said laughing wickedly.
"S-s-stoppp! Pleeeeaasse!" She begged crying hysterically now.
"Shut up you ugly cunt! Take it! Take it like the whore you are!"
She kept squirming around but was not able to go anywhere, as she was completely helpless. I loved the way she whimpered in a frail tone.
My balls were swelling up now ready to spurt my huge load of cum out all over this whore's ass. I kept fucking her trying to shove more of my hand up her ass and I felt myself get weak. I was cumming all over myself. This orgasm was so fuckin' intense I tossed my head back as my balls tightened releasing my searing sticky cum. My body shuddered as I finished squirting my salty liquid.
I was winded and let my hand slide out the whore's busted asshole. The faint plop sound came out as I let my hand free. I could see small spots of light bleeding and I just sat back and enjoyed the view of her torn asshole. It took me a few minutes to catch my breath and I crawled over to uncuff the slut.
She looked at me with her eyes drowsy looking and she sighed relief. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying so much. That'll teach her that men like tight fuck holes, not loose ones like her.
"You're free to go now. I'm not paying you for anything because I had to get myself off. Now you tell anyone about all this and I'm going to hunt you down like the bitch you are. And all this will be like a sweet dream compared to the nightmare you'll live if you tell anyone."
She was scared and only nodded. I knew she'd keep quiet, as she was weak. I watched the blonde whore gather herself together. I grabbed a rolled up joint that I had by my nightstand and lit it up. She looked at me as If I needed to take her home. I didn't do anything and she got up and slowly and painfully managed to make her way out. She was in total shock of what she'd just gone through. I could care less about that whore, I just lay on my bed and got high thinking more about Jessica and those sexy curves. I felt my cock get hard again, so I masturbated until I fell fast asleep.
The next day I was extremely late for work. I'd always been a hard worker, and never slacked off. Luckily I was able to get away with a lame excuse for my boss. I had told him I'd been sick all night and didn't get good sleep. He believed me of course because of my excellent work record.
Last night had felt like a complete delusion. I'd gotten so high that I didn't even know if it was in fact real or not. I looked down at my pants and realized I'd forgotten my belt at home. Then I knew last night had not been a dream at all. It had all been so true, so nasty. I had enjoyed every second of it.
Chapter 3 Setting Jessica Up
It was past noontime and I was about to go up to the eighteenth floor when I heard someone exclaim, "Whoa! Wait please!"
I looked up putting my hand to stop the elevator from closing. I saw the stunning Jessica standing before me. I was speechless as she passed me up getting in the elevator. I got to capture her sweet smell of innocence as she walked by me. She cleared her throat as if to bring me back to reality. I quickly snapped out of my reverie.
The elevator door closed and there I was alone with Jessica. My heart was racing and my cock was throbbing. I glanced over to her and our eyes met. Oh God, she'd been looking at me the whole time.
"Hi," she said softy as I looked at her.
"Hello there," I responded slowly.
"Sixteenth floor please," her voice was soothing.
Her smile was absolutely fascinating. My eyes wondered down to catch a glimpse of her long sexy tanned legs. Today she wore a short white skirt and a dark blue button up blouse. Although her blouse was loose on her, I could still manage to get an idea of how big her breasts were. Her lips weren't red, but just a hint of light pink. Seemed like she just put lip-gloss on.
My trembling hands pressed the sixteenth floor button. I watched as her eyes moved away from me as if she were nervous too.
"So your new here is that right?" I found myself boldly asking.
She slowly turned to look at me. "Yes. I'm originally from Texas. Moved here because of this job opportunity."
I knew there was something different about this girl. She obviously wasn't from California. Her light Spanish accent made me even harder. I felt myself wanting to rape this gorgeous girl right then and there in the elevator!
"So how do you like California?" I continued to make conversation.
"Well the weather is awesome. At least it's not hot like Texas! But the people are different. It seems people in Texas are more laid back. Here it's like everyone is in a hurry. Just a little bit hectic."
I licked my lips as I watched her talk. She was so classy and so gullible. She held on to her leather briefcase tightly as we were arriving to the sixteenth floor. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was so easy to talk to and I knew it was going to be easier to let her get to know me. Let her think I'm a charming and kind gentleman. And when she least expects it, she'll really get to know me.
"Well yeah life is a lot faster here. But you'll learn to adjust," I said confidently.
The elevator chime went off as we got to Jessica's floor. She sighed softly and began to walk out. Her ass swayed nicely as she walked. She turned around before the door closed and smiled.
"Nice to have met you. Maybe I'll see you around some more?"
I swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. Maybe."
The elevator door closed and I felt my body freeze. It was getting better each moment. I just had to have a few more encounters with this naïve beauty and then it was off to luring her to my wicked game.
I knew that Jessica worked on the sixteenth floor and it was now my mission to let her get to know me better. Let her think I'm her hero rescuing her from the heartless and evil people in this new big city she was in.
The next few mornings I would arrive early to work making sure I got everything done on all the other floors and left all the work to be done on the sixteenth floor. I noticed Jessica would arrive around 9am almost every morning. She'd come in prancing like a delicate princess smiling and greeting everyone. Everyday she wore such sexy outfits, which made my cock twitch in delight.
Her office was towards the back in a quiet spot away from the office gossip bitches that had their offices towards the front. I'd watch her go in her office with her cup of coffee as she sat in her desk turning on the computer. She'd stare outside the big window down to the fast city and just gaze for a long time until she was brought back to reality.
This poor small town girl really missed her home. Now she was here in a big city with impious men that lurked for young ingenuous girls. I could watch her for hours as I pretended to be cleaning the empty office that was in front of hers.
One fateful day I was passing by her office and I heard her very faintly. "Pssst!" she called out to me.
My heart stopped in astonishment that she was actually talking to me. I turned around slowly as our eyes met. Her dark brown eyes looked at me in need. Her remarkable smile made my entire body stiff.
"Yes ma'am?" I replied in a shaky voice.
"I'm sorry I don't know your name. I was wondering if you could come get these boxes out of my office. I tried calling for someone to get them out but I never got any response."
This was just my lucky day. "Sure I'll get them out for you. My name is Michael by the way," I said introducing myself as I walked in her office.
"Thank you so much Michael. I really appreciate it." Her tone was so warm.
I walked in her office, which was neat, not sloppy like the others. I looked around and saw the room decorated with pictures of her and her family. It was total virtue. I looked closely and didn't see one picture of Jessica with a man. That intrigued me even more.
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