I gave him the pissiest face i could manage and snapped something rude back, i can't remember my words, but i can remember the way my heart was pounding like a freight train, the way my whole body was whimpering for him to just throw me down and fuck me like the whore my boss had made me feel i was. He smiled softly at me his brown eyes staring into mine as he let his hand rest on my forearm.
"Bad day huh?" he said.
Man and that really pissed me off, where did he get off assuming i was some kind of nice person normally, where did he get the idea i was decent and sweet? Just because i was a woman did that mean i was soft spoken and polite.... hell no. I screamed at him for a good twenty minutes, ranting, venting all my anger on this man who had the audacity to dare speak to me like i was a person, like i was a nice calm rational sane person. After i finished my unwarranted and very rude tirade i stormed off my heels tapping out my anger, the clicks echoing nicely in the concrete underground parking lot. The sound of my handbag hitting the bonnet of my car as i rummaged through it to find my car keys, rang in my ears, the sound of my small squeak as he grabbed my arm spinning me around to face him bounced off the walls, as did the sound of my hand slapping his soft cheek. The sound of him leaning down to kiss my lips, his tongue thrusting roughly into my mouth, the noise of his hands sliding to grip my ass tightly, well that didn't make a sound.
I struggled as best i could against him for 5 minutes, before i sucked on that tongue like it was made of gold, my hips drawn to his like they were a magnet, writhing against him wantonly. I had never wanted a hard rough fuck so much in my life as i did that second. He slid a thigh between my legs and i rubbed myself against it, like a wanton little slut i fucked his denim clad thigh. My hands were all over him , in his hair, his face, his ass, his chest. His nipples were so hard i could feel them beneath his soft white shirt, he liked them pinched gently, which made me wonder if he liked them sucked and nibbled. I couldn't help it i wanted to unbutton that expensive looking shirt gently, if only my hands could have co operated with my brain. I still remember the way the buttons popped off that shirt as i tore it in a frenzy my mouth immediately on his nipples, hungrily i nibbled and sucked on those nipples as if my life depended on it.
He gasped and mumbled something to me, and i smiled and nodded, i didn't hear him, couldn't understand the garbled words that tumbled from his mouth, apparently what he said was,
"May i yank down your thong, throw you on the bonnet and eat your pussy" Because that's exactly what he did.
