Parts 1 and 2.

She teased me relentlessly all day long. When I went to the kitchen to get water during my Noon call I noticed she decided to take her call in the “bitch uniform.” She had it down perfectly: hair tied high in a tight ponytail held together by a bright blue scrunchie, thong pushed inbetween her labia stretched high above her waist, breasts plunging out the bottom and sides of her loose crop top. The material was frayed and uneven. She definitely cut the t-shirt herself. She probably did it the night prior. I wondered how she touched herself as she stared at all her different parts spilling out of her clothing.

Her ass shook as she paced around the room. I had never seen it in view like that—fat, perked high on her toned thighs. Big dimples formed on the sides. She had one of those asses that looked bolted on. Made sense I thought to myself — she did run track long ago. Such a shame she kept it hidden from her colleauges and friends in all those dresses, pants suits and pencil skirts.

I heard her shout “no” to someone on the phone before telling them “you can’t come over.” I thought it must have been her boyfriend on the line. She turned back around, looked at me and rolled her eyes communicating her disinterest in being on the call.

I was also calculating the implication that Rachel told her about the “bitch uniform” and likely encouraged her to put herself on display to me at some point. I didn’t know if Rachel knew it would be happening on that day. I didn’t know if Rachel expected it to happen while she wasn’t there.

A few hours later I rolled a joint and Regan joined me for a midday smoke break on the balcony. She made sure to shake her breasts in my face as she passed me to join me outside. She went back and forth a few times and after doing this twice she whined about having to get up again so asked me to get her laptop on her room on her bed. When I got to her bed her computer was conveniently laying next to a long, fat, clear dildo. 

When I handed her the computer I told her I trusted that she didn’t need “any other accessories.”

She said, "I haven't gotten the accessory I really ww ...need" while staring at my bulge.

She raised her eyes to meet mine and continued, “so others will have to do.”

I laughed at her and asked her how she liked to use her accessories.

Her reply was immediate and charged, "I like when they use me."

I smirked and nodded before leaving for my final calls of the day.

In all honesty, though I was playing it cool, Regan had teased me to a point that I was eager to fuck her. I finished my afternoon calls by 5:30 and went out in the living room to pour a drink. I sat down in the leather chair against the window facing the street. That was my space in the living room. Positioned so I could see the television to my right, whoever was on the couch to my left and anything else happening in the living room and kitchen layed out directly in front of me.

I had decided that this would be an occasion. I was determined to make an event of fucking her. She was a relentless tease and was openly embarrassing her boyfriend.

She put his second call of the day on speaker. She sat on mute and paraded around the living room evading his inquisitions. I could overhear every other sentence. My mind was more concerned with the night ahead of us. I thought of the ways I was going to take her as I stared. She caught my gaze and stared back unmuted her phone and began listing lie after lie to keep her boyfriend at bay. Her ponytail bopped whenever she laid a particularly emotional lie.

“You always fucking say that,” she yelled at him before continuing, "you always think I am fucking someone."

He said something about her behavior being confusing. She said she couldn’t deal with his insecurities while continuing to stare at me.

She told him she needed “three days or so” and not to bother calling her before Monday and hung up.

Fucking savage.

She rolled her eyes and playfully yelled out “uggggh” after she tossed her phone on the adjacent couch.

She whined out, “can I have some?” as she walked to me.

I kept staring directly into her green eyes, which I realized in that moment were actually hazel. I didn’t say a word. We didn't break eye contact when she reached me and grabbed the glass out of my hand.

She started walking toward the freezer and I told her she “better not” put ice in my glass.

She ignored me as she reached into the freezer, grabbed a single ice cube and dropped it in my glass. "There, better" she said bratily taunting me.

She walked back to me maintaining eye contact. I stared back at her laughing out how ridiculously slutty she looked. Once in front of me, I spanked her ass. I pressed my veiny hand between her legs, spread my fingers wide and palmed her cunt.

Gently squeezing her folds into one another I whispered to her that she was “going to learn to listen one way or another.”

She murmured something as she pouted and walked to the kitchen.

When she got into the kitchen she started on about her boyfriend being a “loser”, “not even fucking me right” and somehow still being a “worst person than fuck.”

I remember these specifically because she said this with such contempt, such visceral heft.

Her complaints were interrupted by a call from one of my colleagues. She took the opportunity to tease me while I was on the phone— playing with her hair and bending over in front of me. I ignored her advances so she went into her room.

She came back out a few minutes later wearing six inch black stilettos. Three straps crossed each other before buckling high at her ankle. I put Shannon back on mute as II lost my train of thought I stared at Regan walking toward me. Her ponytail bopped out over her blue scrunchie. Her eyes, filled with lust and mischief, shined bright through black eyeliner. Her breasts, so perfectly retrousse, held her crop top up just right. They jiggled, spilling out the bottom. Peaks of her areolas teased me. Puffy nipples pushing through thin white fabric made me insanely hard. A trickle of sweat dripped down her abdomen over her abdominals. Her labia drooled through the fresh black thong she just put on.

I caught my train of thought as she approached me. I kept eye contact with Regan as I removed my pants and sat on the leather chair adjacent to me in my boxer briefs.

I took Shannon off of mute and told her to give me the full week's end rundown.

Before muting the call again I told Shannon to "be thorough."

I beckoned Regan to my lap by tapping on my right knee. She straddled my right thigh facing me. I grasped her waist and fastened her onto my leg. I held the undersides of her ass, spreading her cheeks as she grinded up and down my thigh. I couldn't resist complimenting her on the heels she wore and teasingly told her that she wouldn't be taking them off for the rest of the night. She playfully pinched my nipple as I continued to listen to Shannon's rundown on the phone.

I pushed Regan's head down toward my chest, encouraging her to suck harder on my nipple while I reached forward and spanked her ass. My attention was caught by a particular market projection mentioned by Shannon, so I unmuted the call and asked for her source. Regan continued to suck on my nipple while Shannon explained herself.

Feeling teased and eager for more, I motioned for Regan to get off my lap. As she stood up, she stayed in place with her feet together, causing me to become even more aroused. Since I couldn't focus on the call with Regan's presence, I decided to tease her back by pressing my hard erection against her ass for the remainder of the call.

After the call ended, I pointed out the large stain of cum on my thigh and boxer briefs from Regan's intense grinding. I squeezed my pelvic muscles together tapping my member on her stomach and breasts through my underwear. I pushed my hand inbetween her thighs. Her pussy juices soaked the veins protruding out the backs of my hands. I grazed my long. middle finger up and down her slit and could feel her wetness soaking through her labia. I pushed her labia together feeling her cum drip onto my fingers.

I moved my eyes from hers and finally saw for myself how wet she had become. I pushed the thong fabric aside and used two fingers to slowly spread her labia open and closed. Little squirts of cum leaked onto my fingers as I kneaded her cunt.

I broke our charged silence with a stern whisper, “I’m going to fuck your desperate little cunt tonight.”

I moved behind her, held my palm flat against her pussy, pushed my thumb against the opening of her asshole, pressed my veiny middle finger into her clit. I grasped her cunt slowly. Her pussy drooled into my hand. I squeezed her cunt harder.

“Feel your pussy drool in my hand,” I taunted her.

I clenched her pussy again and felt her wetness soak through my fingers falling onto my feet.

“All of this because I palmed your little fuckholes,” I continued my taunting.

I mocked her as I pinched her clit. She gasped. I spanked her pussy. She moaned out. As I spanked her again I mocked her for, "squealing out like a little bitch in heat."

I pressed my hand onto her pussy again, gripping her cunt again as she moaned loudly.

“You wanted my attention,” I continued “and now you have it.”

I pushed the edges of my knuckles around and inbetween her labia before pulling my hand away and spanking her cunt again. She trembled. Her grip on my hand tightened. She called me names. She begged for me to stop. She begged for me not to stop. She was a grooling mess. I laughed at her when we heard the intercom buzzer ring.

I pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy while I answered the intercom buzzer.

"Seems like we have a delivery," I continued, "you're going to sign for it in exactly what you have on."

And she did just that. She walked down the hall in her barely visible thong, her fat tits bouncing out of her shirt. She opened the elevator/apartment door. (The apartments opened into the elevators directly. The building had two units per floor.) I sat in the background watching this 40-something UPS guy stare at her her erect nipples and cum-drenched thighs. She was polite, signed and said thank you like a good little slut. She walked back toward me and handed me the small package.

I told her she was a "good girl" and picked her up and placed her on the marble kitchen island. I motioned for her to turn around on all fours before placing my big hands on each of her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy and ass. I licked her up and down her ass crack, sucked on her little asshole, spat in her pussy and fucked her cunt with my tongue. I repeated this through her stifled moans. She bucked her hips back and shook her pussy and ass all over my face. I couldn't take it anymore so picked her up, carried her to the living room couch and placed her legs across my face.

"Fuck my face like a good little slut," I told her.

She ecstatically agreed and bucked her hips up and down my face. She winded her hips around my cheeks and nose. I pulled her body weight in so she was fucking my nose with her pussy. I pushed my thumb in her ass while she used my face for her pleasure. She withered and as I felt her pussy spasm I pulled her into my mouth so she could cum down my throat. She flooded my mouth with her pussy juices as I sucked her labia through her orgasm.

She belted out a long, gasping "fuck."

This was the beginning of a long weekend of exquisite fucking.