The pressure begins...

Ceras could feel her whole body buzzing like it had all week. She felt that she was right on edge, she could feel her pussy in her Jean shorts rubbing against her panties and her shorts. She hadn’t felt so hot and ready since her first few months when she was pregnant with her first born. Her pussy felt so needy that she had thought more about sex than she had in a long time.

As she cleared her lunch tray and started organizing her thoughts on the dives coming up she was suddenly pulled into the family restroom that she was walking past and before her mind could comprehend what was happening she felt herself being pressed against the bathroom door, a man’s hand holding hers above her head as he leaned forward and kissed her hotly and deeply as his hand unbuttoned her shorts and pushed both her shorts and her panties to her knees.

Ceras gasped as he suddenly crouched down in front of her and started licking and nipping on her pussy, his strong hands holding her legs open just enough to keep her shorts at her knees even as his tongue flicked over her labia and circled her clit. Ceras' hands instinctively dropped down to his head, even if she bit her lip to keep from moaning out. It was almost amazing how quickly she was brought right back to the edge. Just before she went over the edge she felt in his hand around her throat. She can feel the pressure, pushing her on his legs, and starts opening her mouth, knowing what’s going to happen next.

“Not yet cocksleeve. You’re not begging me to own that cunt yet.” Was all she heard before the sound of the closing bathroom door indicated that he had left her there practically quaking and shaking for it.