Alicia tried to keep her tits and ass pushed out as she pensively stared up at the subway map, desperately trying to speed the train up to her destination.
She’d of course spent a lot of time making sure she complied with the Proper Attire for Women Act, and even more time complying with The Makeup Act, she’d finally left the house to get to the subway in time to make it to work.
She was lucky she had a job, even if it barely covered her expenses, and forced her to live with three other women to make rent, he at least hadn’t been sentenced to the tax havens… yet. It was always a possibility of course, and so she was diligent to comply with all the act.
The doors opened and closed once more, another group of men and a couple of women entering the train. One of the men broke off from the group and came over to her, standing right in front of her with a smile on his face.
“Nice ass.” he said and she just smiled back, not wanting to engage.
“I bet your wet already aren’t you?” he more stated than asked as he slipped his hand under her skirt and felt her bare pussy.
A frown came to his face and he gave a snort and walked away.
It had taken her quite a while to train herself to not get moist at all the attention and degradation she experienced on the subway, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last to feel her up before she arrived at work. She closed her eyes for a moment after he left and then focused on the map once more.
Alicia arrived and work and made a beeline for the bathroom, not even dropping her purse at her desk, and right into one of the stalls. It only took a few seconds for her fingers to slip into her pussy and her masturbation session start in earnest.
It had been a harder than usual morning commute, with over a dozen guys groping her pussy and mauling her tits. She’d almost lost focus a few times, but she’d managed to keep her libido under control, at least until she arrived somewhere she could be alone for a few minutes.
That was the reason she always came into work early, to make sure she had a stall to herself, before starting her day. She’d been a little worried today that someone else might already have the stall, her commute taking so much longer than usual, but she had lucked out.
Her fingers worked her pussy, her other hand squeezed her breast and she closed her eyes and let the pleasure roll over her until she managed a muted orgasm that would bring undo attention.
Alicia got to her desk and let out a sigh of relief, it didn’t look like Don was in yet, which meant he wouldn’t notice that she was late. She quickly set her purse under her desk, got logged in and checked her calendar, then her e-mail.
Her heart sank as at the top of her inbox was a message from Don, he double clicked it to open and she quickly read it:
From: Don Travis
To: Alicia Reynolds
Date: Today, 9:05am
Subject: Tardiness
Alicia, I was very disappointed to see your tardiness today, I was briefly in my office this morning and you were not at your desk.
We will discuss the issue when I return.
Don.Alicia’s lower lip quivered, she hadn’t been late in months, but none the less, she had two tardies on her file already, she couldn’t afford a third.
Alicia stood in front of Don as he leaned against his desk, a frown on his face.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.
“I’m sorry Sir, it won’t happen again. It was the subway… it was…” she replied but stopped as he shook his head.
She knew he didn’t want to hear about the subway, or whatever other issues she had, they weren’t his concern.
He pushed himself off of his desk and stood right up in front of her, then his hand slipped under her skirt and onto her moist pussy.
A smile crossed his lips.
‘Shit!’ she thought to herself, she’d been so distracted by the tardiness that she hadn’t even thought about staying focused on anything else. In her distracted state, she’d let her pussy moisten, and now Don had her dead to rights.
“’bout time…” was all he said and quickly grabbed her hips and twirled her around, pushing her down face first onto the desk.
He had her skirt up her ass, his pants on the floor, and his dick in her pussy so fast that she hardly knew what was happening. It didn’t matter though, she’d been so good at keeping all the men at bay, that she hadn’t had a dick in her in months.
She bit her lower lip and then let out a gasp as he pushed deep into her pussy, it felt so good, far better than her fingers could ever manage.
He stroked in and out several times, eliciting moans from her as he grabbed her ass. Soon he was picking up his pace and she couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Fuck me Don! Fuck me!” she cried out.
He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, “Oh? You like that do you?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh god yes!” she cried out.
“You little slut… you’ve been tramping around the office for months! I bet you’ve wanted me to fuck you all that time haven’t you?”
She let out a whimper and tried to nod her head.
“What was that? I didn’t hear you…” he said, jamming his dick deep inside of her.
“OH! Yes! Yes I wanted you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me! I want you to fuck me all the time!” she cried out as her first orgasm crested and her eyes went wide.
Not from the orgasm, but the sudden realization of what she’d just done.
The Verbal Consent Act of 2026 was clear, any verbal consent for future sex acts was binding.
Don pounded her several more times until he came inside of her and several more orgasms rocked her. He let go of her hair and her face flopped down onto his desk once more.
“That’s all I’ve wanted to hear come out of your face for months Alicia. Lunch hour is going to be so much more enjoyable now…” he said and then gave her ass a slap before flicking the last drops of his cum onto her.
Alicia laid there for a few more minutes before slipping from the desk and heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
She had done well to avoid Don as long as she had, and even though she knew she’d be fucking him all the time now, at she had some semblance of job security now.
Well, at least as long as she kept him interested… and she was pretty sure she could do that.
