Intoxicated Office Partner Pinned Down and Taken Advantage Of [Madou]

The office party had gone way too far, the air thick with spilled liquor and reckless energy. She was completely wasted, her blouse unbuttoned and skirt hiked up, stumbling into the break room with a giggle. That’s when he saw his chance, a drunk female colleague too out of it to resist, and he didn’t hesitate. Half-pushing her against the cold vending machine, he silenced her slurred protests with a rough kiss, his hands already fumbling with her panties. She moaned into his mouth, her body limp from the booze, as he shoved her panties aside and thrust into her without a second thought. The sound of her wet pussy being filled echoed in the empty room, her drunken whimpers mixing with his grunts of pleasure. He fucked her hard and fast, taking advantage of her helpless state, her legs buckling as he pounded her from behind, making her tits bounce against the metal surface. Every thrust was a raw, animalistic claim, her cunt dripping with arousal and shame, while he reveled in the depravity of it all, fucking his drunk colleague like she was just a piece of meat for his satisfaction.

He kept her pinned there, his cock slamming deep into her soaked hole, over and over. Her mind was a fog of alcohol and lust, barely registering the violation as he used her body for his own twisted pleasure. She could feel his thick shaft stretching her tight walls, each brutal pump making her gasp and shudder, her pussy clenching around him involusarily. He whispered filthy things in her ear, calling her a slut for getting so drunk and easy, his words only fueling the fire. Her ass cheeks reddened from the impact, the slapping sounds of skin on skin filling the air, as he fucked her with a relentless, punishing rhythm. She came hard, a sudden, shameful orgasm ripping through her, her juices gushing out around his cock, but he didn’t stop. He just kept pounding, driving her into the machine until she was sobbing, her makeup smeared and tears mixing with the sweat on her face, a broken mess being used and discarded.

Finally, he pulled out, his cum splattering across her back and the floor, leaving her a sticky, trembling wreck slumped against the vending machine. She could barely stand, her legs weak and her pussy throbbing from the rough treatment, the smell of sex and booze clinging to her skin. He zipped up without a word, leaving her there to clean up the mess, a used and abused drunk colleague who’d been half-pushed and fucked into oblivion. The room was silent except for her ragged breaths, the evidence of their depravity staining the tiles, a raw testament to how far they’d gone in the heat of the moment. She was just a plaything, taken and discarded, her dignity shattered along with her sobriety, a story of lust and exploitation that would haunt her long after the hangover faded.