You've still got work to do

This girl still hasn't gotten off and what kind of man would you be if you left a girl improperly fucked?

Okay, who were you kidding? You really didn't care about that, the real prize was wagging in your face a moment later when the lanky teen called out,

"Uh, Miss Karrow?" Standing maybe four meters away, the lanky teen from earlier called out nervously.

The blonde gave a short, cute chuckle, as she got to her feet and waddled past you, swinging her tight, rock hard rump inches from your face along the way.

Instinct took over and you took a great big, open handed swing at one of her cheeks while you had perhaps been a little more forcefully than you would have been with a much more...involved partner. The clap bounced off the walls of the mostly barren natatorium beautifully and left her with a nice pink cheek to contrast with her other milky one.

"Thanks but you're going to have to learn we don't need formality like that on the job site. Portia is fine" The petite blonde, finally looking a little more energetic while interacting with a coworker(granted still a bit flushed) smiled at the younger man.

"Uh, yeah" The teen started to nervously look down, the reason soon becoming clear, "Could you help me carry a few of these in...."

As it turned out "these" meant a twenty-odd pound stack of clay tiles in shrink wrap, one of which he managed to drag halfway from a pallet that had been left a poorly thought out distance from, "in," which probably meant the pool he was pointing too that their other two coworkers were already bumming around in, mixing cemet while they waited for the tiles no doubt.

"That's literally part of my job today. Of course!" Portia was absolutely bubbling now, no longer exuding exhaustion in any sense.

She wasn't putting the humiliated teen to ease though. Neither did her slowly waddling past him with her ass hanging out and heaving two stacks up to her tits like it was nothing.

"T-thanks." The teen mumbled before grabbing hold of his own work and waddling even slower than Portia towards the pool.

"It's literally not a problem. Don't worry." Portia smiled beautifully, worked dutifully, but moved just plain awkwardly. Somehow she was hauling her magnificent ass with vigour to spare though.

In the time it took you to get to your feet, the teen was finally setting down his load near the side of the pool, but Portia was already halfway back to the pallet for another. When you finally caught up with her she was already bent over and scoop up some more.

You put the kibosh on that real fast,

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Nope!" You shouted down at her, leaning in, hot-dogging your meat between her buns, and pressing down on the middle of her back.

It wasn't more than a second or two before she stopped trying to straighten up, not even seeming to care that her fingers were still pinned by over fifty pounds of tiles.

"You're fine just like that little Missy!" You smirked and gave her untapped cheek a hard thwack to get your point across.

Since she wasn't moving, and was clearly presenting, you decided to dive right on in. Keeping a hand on her lower back you guided yourself in gently and took small strokes to lube yourself up properly on her nectar. She was still considerably horny from the thighjob you took from her before, where you were rubbing up against her "on button". So once you were confident you weren't going to disfigure anyone, you grabbed her by both sides of her slender waist and started to haul ass, her's specifically, back and forth a short distance. You were going at her hard. Already forgetting the half-assed resolve you had before, and only thinking about one thing; cumming inside this bitch as fast as you could.

"You okay? You're not sick, right?" One of the men shouted from the pool, fake concern in his voice.

"Shut up!" Portia snapped back, smirking between her legs.

"The kids catching up to you, better hurry!"

Your focus split between going hard and the conversation you ended up having a new idea, and absentmindedly shouted back,

"Not when I shift into maximum overdrive!"

Except you were already going as fast as you could, the only thing you could do was go at her harder. Which you did. Every thrust an unromantic, entirely animal hip smash against her toned, yet supple rear. You doubted she'd enjoy the **** you were putting into her, but her opinions didn't really matter. In this moment all that mattered was your own pleasure, and you were reaching your peak fast.

Amidst the slapping of flesh, and your own panting from the exertion, you didn't notice the approaching teen till he was wheezing like a deflating inner tube, right beside you, a weak smile across his, greasy, sweaty, red face.

"He's pulling ahead Portie!"

"Call me that again and I'm writing you up!" Portia chuckled back loudly.

You had been so close, but the kid managed to get to you before you coated your partner's insides. Slightly disappoint you slowed down a little and as you caught your breath frowned a little at your chatty audience and how they were starting to kill the mood, and slow your excitement.

"You want anymore?" Portia shouted.

Of course you did! It was just...,

"Because you seem to be getting the hang of things and I've gotta file some paperwork, then I need to have a chat with the dean about our contracts for this job."

You sighed. Still slightly wounded by your failure in the little contest he had decided to hold, her chatting wasn't helping the booboo on your pride.

You pulled out some what angrily, and looked around for something to work with, anything at all. Then you saw the duct tape.

You literally ran over to it and quickly scooped up a discarded box cutter on the way for good measure and were heading straight back for Portia.

"Oh hell no!." You shouted after Portia who was already halfway to the door out of the natatorium.

One of the men inside the dry pool shouted some more inconsequential bullshit after you, followed by a round of laughter from the rest, but you tuned him out to an annoying buzz as you smashed into Portia from behind, lifting the petite girl off the ground with one arm around her waist and lowered her to the ground not so gently on her side. You stopped yourself short right as you unrolled a length of tape and were aiming for her mouth. You were struck with a devious idea.

You placed your supplies aside for the moment and went to work on Portia's boots. The second you peeled them off you were hit with a warm musk, her thin white socks soaked through with her delicate, but currently concentrated body odor. Oddly enough there was a slightly sweet, fruity hint of something added into the intoxicating mix. More prefume? Somehow the smell grew stronger once you peeled her sweat stained socks off her relatively tiny feet. You took a moment to savor the cute girls musk, almost getting drunk off it before she drew your attention with a bit of movement.

You quickly went back to your plan, and stuffed both her smelly socks into her mouth. By the time you had both her socks wadded into her mouth she looked like a chipmunk. You had had plans on stuffing her panties in her mouth too but that was beginning to look impossible, so you instead picked up the roll of tape again and wrapped it couple times around her head for good measure, then snipped it off with the box cutters.

While it was originally on your to do list, she seemed insistent on getting away from you, so you decided to deal with that too. First of all you got her buck naked, then you used a whole lot of tape.

Once you were done you took a moment to admire your master piece, and it wasn't at all because you were a little winded from constantly having to reposition her.

You started with her wrists just because, but rather than just tie her ankles together you first bent her knees up to her ears and then with a healthy amount of tape made sure they weren't going to come back down by securing her knees to her upper arms. And for extra insurance that she wouldn't bust out of the tape any time soon, you crossed her ankles and wrapped them up too before taking a length of tape severaltimes around the tape binding her wrists.

Some fancy rope would've looked far nicer, but she was cute enough to pull off the whole "legs over her head while naked" look, even with a whole lot of silver duct tape and her cheeks puffed out with her dirty, sweaty socks.

"Mggh! Mmmph mmm!" Portia mumbled something, her voice barely making it past her socks.

"You got it!" One of the men in the pool shouted back, somehow able to both hear, and understand her, quickly climbed out of the pool, and briskly walked out the door you had made sure Portia wasn't going to go through herself any time soon.

It seemed like you hadn't really dealt with the talking problem, but there was something relaxing about tying up a cute, naked woman. Arousing too. You almost didn't remember what had you upset before, and your one eyed, purple headed monster was still screaming for more.

Without wasting anymore time you descend onto the **** woman and plunged back into her still moist depths. As you got into a rhythm you found that her fragrant feet were perfectly positioned, just inches from your face.

Unintended, sure, but you were enjoying it.

Once you had your fill of her scent you started to alternate between licking the salt from her soles and hammering into her. The more you licked her feet that harder you went. Until Portia let out a tiny, squeak and suddenly her cunt was clamping down on your dick. That was it.

With her big toe in your mouth and your dick balls deep in her cunt you flooded her insides with an unnatural amount of your seed, filling her until she was overflowing.

Once your orgasm had passed, you collapsed on top of your helpless partner, dick still buried deep inside her keeping most of your seed from escaping while you caught your breath.