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Working Late
by BikerTrash (opheliatodd@mindspring.com)
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Semi non-consensual attack in a parking garage. First
installment in a series of stories about the fuck (and
love) of my life and his buddy. (MMF, nc, rp, oral)
***
Leaving the office building at such a late hour did not
seem like such a bad idea at the time, and I didn’t
think anything could happen to me in short distance I
had to walk through the parking garage to my car.
Although it was dark, there were lights in the parking
garage, the parking garage attendant would here if I
called for help, and Ken was waiting for me at the bar
across the street for an after-work drink – he was
there with a work colleague from out of town. What
could happen?
I walked around the lighted garden next to the
building, sitting in the gazebo overlooking the lake
and, finally unwinding from my hectic day, smoked half
a joint. The combination of the peaceful garden and the
weed relaxed me and calmed my mind, and helped me to
move from workday concerns to a weekend frame of mind.
As I walked toward my car, I noticed that mine was the
only one left on this floor. Hurrying across the
garage, I saw what looked like someone’s security key
card on the ground. Bending over to pick it up, and
standing up quickly, a head rush caused me to feel
faint.
I almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind me.
Before I could react and turn around, my arms were
pinned to my sides and my mouth covered by strong arms
and hands. Darkness then, as something was tied over my
eyes. I was dragged into what I took to be the stairway
and heard the door slam shut.
A voice whispered in my air that no one wanted going to
hurt me; to just cooperate. I couldn’t have fought,
frozen as I was in fear; my body trembling and breath
coming quick and shallow. I was turned around and sat
on the stairs, hands reaching up my skirt and touching
me gently and expertly – "no panties" he whispered, and
chucked as he began to finger me in a way I was
powerless against reacting to – I felt my traitorous
legs relax and separate slightly, allowing easier
access.
The man who had covered my eyes reached up and touched
my face. With his hand on my cheek, he thumbed my mouth
open, and rubbed his thumb across my lip. He bent down
and kissed me on the mouth, his thumb holding my lips
apart as he probed my mouth with his tongue.
I was becoming less afraid, and thought that perhaps
there was a safe way out of this for me, and attempted
to calm my fear and acquiesce. I focused instead on the
gentleness of this touch and the touch of the one
below; the fragrant clean smell of him, the smell of
clove gum on his breath.
He stopped kissing me, and then something larger and
blunter probed at my mouth, still open and wet. I
opened yet wider, and accepted his dick into my mouth.
It was the perfect size for sucking; not so long as to
choke me, and not so wide as to tire my jaw – but a
perfect size and, from the feel of it, a perfect shape.
He twisted one hand in my hair and gripped the back of
my head, and began fucking my mouth and throat in
earnest, leaning me back against the steps to obtain a
better angle, holding my hands above my head with his
other hand.
I could feel my skirt hitched higher and then felt a
cool wetness on my exposed pussy. Oh my god, this man
whose face I had never and could not now see was
probing the most sensitive part of my body with his
tongue, and I was helpless to resist. He spread and
held my thighs open with his hands, feverishly fucking
me with his long tongue, then licking my tender,
swollen and growing clit, then fucking me with his
tongue again. Just as I thought I was about to come he
stopped abruptly.
I tried to protest, but could not as my mouth was, as
previously stated, full. My protest was premature,
however, as the next sensation I felt was unmistakably
one of a very large penis pressing to gain entrance. I
could do nothing other than relax and open my legs
further, and permit this trespass, or be torn and
injured but still violated.
My accoster did not attempt to rush, obviously aware of
the potential his equipment possessed as a weapon, and
slowly but steadily pushed in. His oral attention had
served its purpose, and after only a minute or so he
was fully in – I thought.
He began stroking in and out slowly at first, but as my
body responded by lubricating and adjusting to his
width and length, he began fucking me faster and
harder, holding me with one asscheek in each hand.
Supported as I was by the one above with my wrist in
his hands, and the one below with my ass in his hands,
I stopped supporting myself with my feet, and wrapped
my legs around his hips.
With the first thrust of my nether attacker and my
response, the one in my mouth quickly reached climax,
and came in my mouth. I swallowed his salty cum, and
lay my head back on the step as he released my hair and
kissed my mouth again. I could then feel his hands
unbutton and separate my blouse, and hand reach in and
cup my breast in his palm, his fingers gently pinching
my painfully hard nipple.
He then moved his hand down my torso, and my body was
electric and on fire as he touched and began
manipulating my clit. The incredible fullness I was
feeling, accompanied by this expert manipulation, was
giving me some of the greatest physical pleasure I had
ever felt. I began to cry out, and his left hand
covered my mouth, stifling my cries. I felt his breath
against my ear, and his admonishment - "Sshh."
Still my body tensed and spasmed; I could feel my cunt
tighten and my hips buck as I felt wave and wave of
pleasure overtake me. I felt for a moment that I lost
consciousness; when I came back to awareness the
breathy whisper asked "are you ok?" When I nodded the
final assault began.
The one began pounding furiously, ploughing to depths I
did not think could be physically possible, touching
places inside which I did not previously know existed.
The other maintained his attention to my swollen
clitoris, which was nearly so engorged and sensitive as
to be painful to touch, and these actions together took
me over the edge to the orgasm I knew was there, past
the pain, to the highest level of physical ecstasy I
had ever experienced, as my molester gripped me tightly
to him, in the throes of his own orgasm.
After a period of time, which turned out to be minutes,
but seemed much longer, I came to myself again to find
myself alone, sitting in the driver’s seat of my locked
car, with my clothing returned to rights and my purse
next to me. In fact, it was my purse, or my cell phone
in my purse, which had stirred me.
"Where are you? We have a margarita waiting here for
you, and the ice is melting." Ken’s voice on the line.
Trying to shake this sense of surrealism, I reply –
"sorry, took me a little longer to get away than I
thought – you know how I am, you should have added 20
minutes to the time I told you".
"Well, get you’re fine ass over here, we don’t want to
start this party without you" – Ken says. Smooching
into the phone, he hangs up.
Only shaking a little now, I light a cigarette, start
the car, and drive across the street to the Cantina. I
park the car, and sit there while I finish my
cigarette. I check my appearance in the rearview,
finding that I only need a little lipstick and a quick
brush of hair to be fully presentable. I am beginning
to think that all that just happened is a figment of my
definitely overactive imagination. I steady myself,
collect my things, and walk in.
Ken’s friend is one I have heard about often, but this
is my first time meeting him. I walk in the door and
stand to the side for a moment, trying to sight them in
the busy bar. Finally, I see Ken waving to me, and the
man across from him looking over his shoulder in my
direction.
I walk across the room, appreciating the attention I
get from those men who enjoy a voluptuous woman – I am
not skinny, nor am I fat; I am a girl who looks like a
girl, and have learned to accept that and dress in a
way to accentuate my assets.
Believe me, there are plenty of men who appreciate
this, not the least of all the one looking at me across
the room, smiling his ‘I have a dirty little secret’
smile, his eyes sparkling wickedly, my clues that he is
a few drinks ahead of me this evening, and in a very
good mood. I finally reach him and step into his arms
to be held and kissed. I decide that I have definitely
been hallucinating, and that all I experienced was some
sort of fleeting hallucination.
"Sugar, I want you to meet Kevin, you’ve heard me talk
so much about him," Ken smiles at me.
I put on my most engaging and open smile, and reach my
hand out to Kevin to shake. He takes my hand, and pulls
me in to give me a cheek kiss. As he does, I catch the
unmistakable fragrance of cloves on his breath...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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