"Hold up bitch!"
Owen's voice was loud with a twisted smile on his face.
'Did the bastard finally lose it?'
Watching him walk forward in a straight and aggressive manner, Mrs Brenda's eyes promptly darted towards his clenched hands.
Seeing them bare of any object, her previous jolt of fear instantly disappeared, replaced by a smug disdainful smile as she held back from pushing the elevator button.
'Try not to pop a vein. I'd hate to see your little temper ruin that average-looking face when I get you fired." her voice dripped with sarcasm as she held her waist with one arm, apparently taunting him.
"Who said anything about getting fired? Come to think of it, isn't all these trouble about refusing to fuck your ugly ass?" His twisted lips, twitched in disgust.
Seeing Owen directly hit her sore spot, her face clenched into a ugly mass of flesh. The feeling of the always helpless dog that feared displeasing her, suddenly gaining insurmountable courage to lash out at her sprang revolting rage inside her.
However, having experienced so many situations, she knew two things. Owen had thrown all caution and no longer cared about the job.
Two, he was trying to bait her into hitting him or lash out maliciously at him. Then he would sue and definitely get her fired in the process.
Subconsciously weighing the pros and cons, her revolting vexation quickly deflated and she could only clench her teeth with a decision to get him fired.
"Guess what? You just got lucky and about to get your dream fulfilled."
In contrast to the tense atmosphere, hearing Owen say such words, Mrs Brenda's expression instantly turned confused amidst the venomous anger in her heart.
However, Owen didn't try explaining to the fat woman but grabbed and pulled her out of the elevator with the same twisted smile.
'Activate Trigger.'
"What are you doi- Ahhh."
Mrs Brenda was about to react, by pulling his hand out her skirt. However, her words came to an abrupt halt as her mouth hung open like someone whose G-spot had received a spectacular hit.
Almost falling on her knees, she closed her eyes halfway in extreme pleasure-
"----hhhh."
Seeing his fairytale ability of countless fiction really did work, Owen's eyes glistened with savageness and elation. Realizing he had little to no time remaining for this ability to deactivate, he threw out other thoughts and pushed his hand deeper, just enough to slide past Mrs Brenda's enormous shaped underwear before she recovered and happened to touch her clitoris.
"Ahhhhhhh!" bursting out a higher pitched gasp, Owen used the momentary helplessness she was feeling to turn and ruthlessly press her against the wall. His groin pressing against her fat ass with full sign of erection.
"You shall be my fucking bitch! Now bend over you slut." years of accumulated aggression unleashed at once.
Already feeling the sticky wetness between her fold as a fact she just had her orgasm.
"Hmm– hmmm."
The sticky wet Mrs Brenda breathed roughly, under Owen's rough harassment as he was already pulling up her skirt. She failed her arms and steadied her grip on the closed elevator door, bending over to his assault. His fingers between her folds already went inside, swiftly digging in as she squirmed, properly positioning her ass in a way he would be able slam with enough force to leave her knees trembling.
Out of lust or submission, Mrs Brenda herself was quite twisted, a perverted taste in men to make them succumb to her. However, Owen's madness and rough hands conquered her all the way in an instant.
'What is happening to me? Why am I feeling such pleasure and bliss being treated like this by this lowly bastard.' The rational part of her thought but her body remained half bent and holding onto the elevator door while lusting for his cock.
Having raised her skirt, Owen hurriedly took his fingers out, unzipping his overall like a beast, he let it slip down. Tugging down his underwear, he slipped out his seven inch thick meat.
Just to come to her senses due to the absence of his fingers, she felt something hot and steamy, thick plunging into her from behind.
Owen's dick slipped past her folds and entered, diving into the sticky hole with clenching walls around his cock.
"Ahhh." Mrs Brenda gasped out loud from the shock, bending even more in order to feel more of his steamy rod inside.
Not stopping, Owen followed with another thrust. Holding her fat ass, he slammed hard with enough force to leave her quaking.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh…" no fanfare no mercy, Owen ruthlessly slammed her to the wall. Bestowing a melodious rhythm to her moan with each thrust.
Thankfully it was already past 8;30pm, with almost every other worker having gone home, the rest stuck in one of the sound proofed offices. Owen didn't bother on being cautious but savored each and every pitch of Mrs Brenda moans.
Mrs Brenda on the other hand found her vision to be very blur, jolting from every of his thrust, her whole body felt like it didn't belong to her but him.
'What is he doing to me?' her thoughts remained thoughts, unable to escape past her lips.
Slamming hard non-stop, Owen was starting to feel himself at the peak of pleasure so close-
Smack!
"Bitch!" Owen grinned and smacked her ass, his tone more of compliment as to how surprisingly going and squishy her pussy walls were.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Suddenly releasing a higher pitched moan, Mrs Brenda shuddering, almost fell to her knees, only that Owen grabbed her plumpy waist to deliver the rest of the remaining thrust.
"Argh!" Feeling his cum on the brink of shooting out, he slipped out his cock and spewed his seeds on her ass, before letting go."
Smack!
"Slut!"
Smacking her once more with a savage grin.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]