With her in a weak, drug-like state, I let go of her mouth and pull her back again, her legs flopping down from the desk. I put her phone in my pocket after turning it off, and I lift her roughly by her hair and arm, dragging her toward the door behind the desk. I walk her inside, toss her onto the floor, and close the door. I notice just one camera. Keeping my face away from it, I grab a chair and go turn the camera toward the wall. Then I put the chair under the door handle where we came in.
“Just me and you for a little while,” I smile down at her as I remove my mask and hood.
She rolls over slowly, tries to get back up, looking around all dazed and confused, “What… who the fuck…” I watch her struggle, walking around her like a lion stalking its prey.
The room we’re in is a small admin room that’s used for various things. Mostly random office stuff like printers. Along one wall are mailboxes and master keys to every dorm in the building. Then along the back wall are a couple offices for managers. One of the doors is open.
I look back down at the girl, who’s on all fours trying to slowly crawl back to the door we came in. I crouch over her back, lightly sitting on her. Tauntingly pretending to ride her like a horse. I grip her hair again hard, wrenching her head around, my other hand reaching back and spanking her. She yelps and whines, half-conscious.
The feel of her thick ass on my hand is wonderful. So soft and pliable beneath her thin yoga pants. I grip an asscheek hard, squeezing her chunky flesh. Wow there’s a lot to grab. She isn’t that big of a girl. She’s on the shorter side, and she doesn’t look fat at all. Just slightly pudgy, mostly in her ass and tits. But this cheek, god it’s so juicy and pliable.
She groans as I grip her butt too hard. I let go in response. Then immediately spank down, as hard as I can. It stings my palm, a loud SLAP sound filling the room. Then again, really putting everything into it. I spank over and over, still yanking on her soft puffy hair as she squeals.
Not wanting her to make so much noise, I stop and go get some duct tape out of my backpack, returning to her quickly to wrap her mouth up tight. A few full wraps around the back of her head, covering her little blue COVID mask. She still makes a ton of muffled noise, but it’s quiet enough. I set the tape down and leave my bag on the floor, stripping out of my pants while I’m at it.
Then I reach down and grab her sweater in both hands. I quickly force it up her body. The cream-colored, thin fabric sliding up and revealing her smooth, chocolaty skin. Her back, her love handles, her thick tits. She wears nothing underneath, breasts hanging loosely. I keep pulling until the sweater is bunched up and inside-out up around her arms and head. She squirms around, still on her hands and knees, but lost in her sweater, too drained and disoriented to understand how to get free. That’ll keep her occupied.
I crouch down and run my hands across her smooth skin. Across her back, over the hump of her butt to feel those cheeks again through her yoga pants. A red thong sticks up above the waistband. Not just a thong, a g-string. I grab it and pull teasingly. She yelps and tries to roll away from me as I give her a wedgie. I pull up on it hard, using it as a handle to keep her where she is on her hands and knees.
Then with my other hand, I feel down the side of her chest, her tits hanging down freely, almost like utters. They sag a bit, not quite ideal. But they’re so squishy, overflowing around my fingers as I grab roughly. Her nipples are thick and dark. I squeeze and grope as hard as I please, her feelings meaning nothing. She’s just flesh. I play with my food.
I reach both hands to her ass, feeling those amazing orbs again. She bucks her hips and tries to get away, only managing to lay flat out on her stomach, face and arms still struggling with her sweater. She clenches her thick buttcheeks together as I massage them. I straddle her back to keep her in place, sitting on her lower back with her butt directly in front of me between my knees.
I slide my hand between her clenched cheeks, down the crack between her meaty thighs. My hand fully engulfed, feeling the warmth of her crotch. I grab a handful of the black yoga pants, thin material so delicate in my hand. Then I pull up hard. RIIIP! The pants give way, a large hole in the crotch. Revealing her entire ass. Revealing the thin strip of red panties disappearing between brown asscheeks. She squeals in terror again, muffled by the duct tape.
I can’t wait. Groaning, I slide back, sitting between her shoulders, and lay facedown, burying my nose into her cheeks. I kiss and lick, pushing hard into the squishy ass. She tastes a bit salty, already perspiring a bit. And she’s been sitting on this thing all day. I knead and squeeze her cheeks, pushing them together and rubbing my face around. She feels amazing.
I inhale, breathing her scent. More of her overwhelming cocoa and coffee fragrance, mixed with a sour sweatiness, and a musk of nasty asshole.
“Fuck you smell like shit. Don’t you wash yourself?” I exaggerate, enjoying her humiliation as she wiggles helplessly under me. It is a bit foul though. This girl puts all her effort into her appearance for fake little selfies online. Up close, she’s nothing great.
I smack her ass, watching it jiggle an inch from my face. She’s undeniably sexy, my dick hardening, but she’s not worth much of my time.
She squirms again, annoying. She’s not weakened enough. And her skin looks delicious. I can’t help myself, I thrust my mouth down on an asscheek, biting my fangs in deeply. She’s so warm and pillowy. I drain her, filling my body with her sweet life force, leaving her barely conscious.
I stand after a minute, and the girl is almost completely still, her breathing extremely shallow. I whip off the remainder of her sweater and pick her up under the armpits, dragging her to the open door of one of the offices nearby.
Inside is a typical office. Pictures on the wall, paperwork and a file cabinet. A nice wooden office desk, on it sits a computer and some random junk. A black mesh rolling chair next to it. I lift the girl into a sitting position on the desk. With a free hand, I swipe the entire desk clear of all the junk on it. Computer crashing to the floor, papers and pens and stuff clattering everywhere. I lay the girl on her back, with her legs dangling at the knees over the edge in front of me.
I sit in the chair with a sigh, admiring the sight before me. Bare feet with sparkly toenails. I roll up to her. She’s at the perfect height and those feet actually look really nice. She keeps them so clean and maintained, enough that she was perfectly comfortable sitting there barefoot at work, showing them off. So I lift her feet to my cock, wrap them around it, and start stroking up and down, while I inspect the rest of her.
Smooth light chocolate legs, thick with fragrant lotions that keep her looking almost moist. Her black yoga pants cover just below the knees, but are ripped completely open at the crotch. I see inner thighs clearly. And her ass smushes down on the desk, pressed outward under her. I continue to stroke her smooth feet up and down, my cock raging between them.