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The Parking Garage
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

Never walk by yourself into a dimly lit parking garage 
after hours; it just isn't a safe place for a woman 
alone. (MF, nc, rp, v)

***

Sharon checked her watch, sighing tiredly as she 
realized that once again she had worked for more than 
twelve hours. That made the eighth straight day. She 
shoved back her long, thick brown hair and briefly 
laid her head back against the chair.

She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing the Mcginty 
proposal was done so she could get back to her more 
normal ten hour days. Life was hell for an associate 
who wanted to be a partner with the city's biggest, 
richest law firm. 

You worked your ass off in school, pulling all-
nighters to get good marks, and then, after the 
briefest of celebrations you became a slave to some 
law firm. You worked your ass off again, brown nosing, 
doing favors, trying to out maneuver the other 
associates.

All for the gold ring.

The average payout for a partner in this firm was a 
million bucks a year. That was worth working her ass 
off for.

She stretched her arms high above her head, arching 
her back as she yawned deeply, then got up and padded 
across the carpet and out to the front where the 
coffee machine steamed nicely, the smell delicious.

Her body ached from the constant typing at the machine 
and the constant flipping of pages as she checked over 
facts in her legal books. She rubbed her back, turning 
and stretching again.

Speaking of working her ass off...

She ran her hand down over her buttocks, giving a 
brief smile. She hadn't had time for her regular 
workouts lately. She'd always managed to make time for 
that while in college, no matter how busy she was. 
Still, her ass, though she hadn't worked it off, 
didn't seem to have expanded any from lack of 
attention.

She was still slim and trim, perhaps too slim, for 
she'd missed more than a few meals as well as 
workouts. She poured herself a coffee and padded back 
into her office, her socks making no noise on the 
thick carpet.

She put the mug down on her desk and ran a hand across 
her stomach. It was still firm and trim, though that 
wouldn't last if she didn't star her workouts again. 
She sat down, yawning and stretching again, arching 
her back. 

Her breasts pushed out hard against the fabric of her 
silk shirt. God, she felt tired. She got up and closed 
the office door, then sat down again, unbuttoning the 
first three buttons of her blouse.

This was a conservative and sexist outfit, so it 
didn't do well for a girl who wanted to make partner 
to emphasize her breasts, not unless she wanted to 
screw one of the partners. Sharon wore jackets almost 
all the time, and tighter than normal shirts to pull 
her breasts in.

It wasn't that she was huge, but her thirty 36Cs were 
more than ample for her slender frame, so she did her 
best to tone them down. Men didn't take busty women 
seriously, not the men here at any rate.

She felt much more comfortable with the shirt 
unbuttoned. She leaned forward and got back to work. 

Another hour passed and her eyes became too tired to 
focus. With just a little work left to do she decided 
to take a brief rest. She laid her head back against 
her executive chair again and closed her eyes.

She woke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly. 
Feeling a little dizzy she pulled her head forward and 
held it in her hands for a moment, then looked at her 
watch again. It was two in the morning.

"Shit," she said.

She had a meeting at seven.

She briefly considered sleeping here for a few hours, 
and then rejected it. While her white pants and navy 
blue double breasted jacket made her look nice, 
wearing the same outfit two days running would give 
rise to rumors that she'd spent the night at 
somebody's house.

Cursing angrily she got to her feet, doing up her 
blouse as she slid her feet into her shoes. She pulled 
her suit jacket off the back of the chair and shrugged 
it on. 

She gathered up some papers she might have time to 
glance over at street lights or something, and then 
hurried out the door. 

Right away she felt the stuffy atmosphere. The air-
conditioning must have been turned off hours ago. The 
rest of the floor was empty, of course. The whole 
building was probably empty. She took the elevator 
down to the garage, yawning and shaking her head to 
keep awake.

The doors opened and she went out into the garage. 
Normally very brightly lit, there were only a few 
lights scattered around the empty, cavernous garage. 
Hers was not the only car there, though she was 
willing to bet the rest of them were parked for the 
night, their owners long gone.

She strode quickly towards her waiting Mercedes, then 
bent and tried to fit the key into the lock. She 
cursed and set her briefcase down, then bent over and 
tried to focus her tired eyes on the keyhole.

She heard a noise and started to straighten. Suddenly 
an arm slid around her throat and she was crushed back 
against another body. She tried to scream but her 
throat was crushed in the tight grip and no air would 
come out.

She squirmed and thrashed desperately, trying to 
escape whoever had her. She kicked and tried to reach 
back to claw at them, but was flung hard into the side 
of her car. The body behind slammed into her, crushing 
her against the car as the arm tightened still further 
around her throat.

She felt dizzy, her head faint. A sharp knife was 
suddenly pressed against her cheek under her eye. She 
froze in terror, not moving even when the arm loosened 
and she was able to breathe.

"Don't move, bitch," the voice hissed, low and evil 
sounding. "You give me any trouble and I'll carve up 
your face so bad you'll only be able to work in the 
circus. You understand?"

She swallowed, or tried to. Her mouth was desert dry.

She felt her hair grabbed tightly and her head shaken 
like a rat.

"Understand, whore?"

"Y-yes!" she gasped.

The hand stayed in her hair as the knife slid across 
her face, caressing her with its cold steel. Sharon 
didn't dare move as it slid down along her throat, 
then down along her chest and finally went around 
behind her.

She was pulled away from the door of her car, 
shuffling with difficulty as the man continued to keep 
her pulled tightly against his body. They moved down 
towards the trunk and then he shoved her forward hard.

She flung her hands up just in time to prevent her 
face from smashing into the trunk as she was forced 
across the car, her knees hitting the side with a dull 
thump.

"You move and I'll cut you," the voice warned again. 
"I don't want you to move one fucking inch unless I 
tell you to. Understand?"

The knife blade slid under her hair combing it back on 
the right.

"Yes! I understand!" she moaned.

Then she gasped as she felt a hand between her legs, 
squeezing her pussy, kneading the flesh through her 
thin white pants. 

"I want your money and valuables," he hissed in a cold 
voice.

"I-in my jacket pocket," she whispered, "Right side."

The hand left her groin and slid into her pocket, 
emerging with her wallet. Her face was pressed against 
the trunk and she kept it there, afraid to move.

The wallet was tossed onto the trunk beside her, 
bouncing off.

"So, Sharon, honey, this all the money you got?"

"It's all I have on me," she gasped.

"Let me see your right hand." She started to 
straighten and his hand shoved down hard on her back, 
slamming her back into the hood of the trunk.

"I didn't tell you to get up you dumb cunt!" he 
snarled.

"I'm sorry! Sorry!" She put her right hand back and he 
unfastened her Rolex, taking it off.

"Nice," he said.

Then his hand squeezed her crotch again. "This is nice 
too," he sneered.

He bent over her. She could feel his breath on the 
back of her neck but was too frightened to turn 
around.

"You know, they say that women sit on their most 
valuable asset," he hissed in a hateful voice.

She closed her eyes and shuddered, painfully aware of 
how exposed she was, bent over like this with her legs 
apart. His foot shoved them even further, and his hand 
rubbed at her crotch.

Then she felt what could only be the knife blade 
sliding up and down the seam of her pants between her 
buttocks. With a deft movement, the man sliced through 
the seam and cut upwards several inches, not touching 
her body.

Then his fingers gripped slid into the hole and ripped 
it wide open, exposing her panties.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Shut up, whore," he hissed.

He gripped the crotch of her panties and then slid his 
finger under them, rubbing her pussy. She moaned 
weakly, stiff with fear. The knife slid in under the 
crotch. She felt the cold steel of it against her 
cunt. She thought he was going to cut her panties, but 
then the knife went away and he slid his fingers 
again. He gripped the crotch and yanked it back, 
ripping her underwear right off.

He tore her pants further open, exposing her entire 
ass and the soft furry brown mound beneath it.

"Now that's worth a lot of money," he sniggered, his 
hand rubbing at her cunt again. "I could get a fortune 
if I sold this."

She blushed furiously, mortified to have a strange man 
viewing her like this.

The knife was back. It was gliding across her 
buttocks, the flat of knife cold on her warm skin. He 
slid it round and round her buttocks, then down 
between her legs, again rubbing the cold flat back and 
forth over her pussy lips.

He took it away, and then it was next to her face. It 
wasn't a normal knife she saw, for it was very long, 
and had the look of some sort of military weapon.

"I wonder if your cunt can hold this? You think it 
can, baby? Think I can sheath this inside you?"

He took it away and she felt the point edging into her 
cunt. She shivered and he snickered.

"Better hold still, honey, or I'll cut your cunt open 
so big an elephant could fuck you without touching the 
sides."

The cold steel dipped into her cunt again, sliding 
easily between her cunt lips. She fought to keep 
herself still as the cold made her lips tingle.

"Don't," she gasped. "Don't!"

"No? Maybe you'd like something else in there 
instead?"

"Yes. Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your cock!"

"Why you dirty little slut," he sniffed, sounding 
offended. "You want me to stick my nice clean cock up 
your dirty little pussy?"

"Yes! Please put it in me!" Anything but the knife.

"You want it, whore?"

"Yes!" she gulped.

"You want it up your dirty cunt pipe?"

"Yes! Please. Fuck my dirty cunt pipe!"

She bit her lip to hold back tears of nausea at having 
to degrade herself further, at having to say the 
filthy vile words, but she was too terrified to do 
anything else.

"I don't think so. I think your cunt is too dirty for 
my nice clean cock. Maybe you'd like it up the ass 
instead."

She closed her eyes in resignation and misery.

"Is that it, whore? Would you like one up the 
asshole?"

"Yes," she gulped. "Whatever you want. Just don't hurt 
me."

"Hurt you? Why would I want to hurt a nice piece of 
ass like you?"

She felt his fingers prying at her pussy and she 
gasped in pain as they thrust into her, wriggling and 
jerking from side to side like he was forcing them 
into a too tight glove. They pushed into her to the 
knuckles and wiggled around in her tight tube.

"Nice and hot in there," he sighed.

She felt pressure against her anus then, hard pressure 
as another finger probed at the entrance, then thrust 
into her. She groaned in pain for it was very thick 
and she realized it must be his thumb. His other hand 
was resting on the back of her head as he shoved his 
thumb up her ass top the knuckle.

He squeezed the fingers and thumb together, snickering 
in amusement as he used them to grip her tightly and 
pull her ass up and down, back and forth and from side 
to side.

"Beg for it, baby," he said, laughing at her.

"Please fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me in 
the cunt! I don't care!"

"Maybe I'll do both."

Her chest was heaving, the adrenalin rushing through 
her overheated body. She was still in terror, her 
nerves on edge, waiting.

His fingers moved her ass around, making it grind 
around in lewd, obscene movements as he stood there 
and snickered at her.

They pulled out, and both his hands were on her 
thighs, pulling them wide, holding them tight. She 
felt something touching her pussy and realized it was 
his tongue. Her eyes opened wide in shock and then she 
groaned and let them close again.

His tongue slid up and down her pussy mound, stroking 
back and forth along the slit. His fingers pried the 
soft elastic tissue aside to reveal her pink inner 
flesh, gleaming and warm. His tongue slid up and down 
it, pressing hard, dipping inside her.

He pulled her pussy lips wide and his tongue fucked 
her pussy hold, dipping in and out, in and out, 
swirling around and twisting inside her cunt entrance. 
It slid down onto her clitty and his lips closed 
around it as he began to suck.

Sharon was astonished and then bewildered. How insane 
this was, she thought. It was impossible to believe 
that she was actually bent over her car in the garage 
with the seat of her pants torn open and a man eating 
her out.

It's a dream, she thought. it must be a dream. I'm 
still back in my office asleep at my desk. Soon I'll 
wake up and realize that working out and food aren't 
the only things I've been doing without. It's been 
months since I've had a good fuck and my body is 
telling me to get with it.

She dug her fingernails into her palm, hoping that 
would wake her up, but it didn't. She was still here, 
and could feel her pussy lips being pulled open so the 
man's tongue and lips could get at her better.

Her cunt was dripping wet with saliva as his tongue 
slurped and sucked on her. He seemed to be in no hurry 
whatsoever, and minute after minute went by as he 
continued to gnaw and slurp and lick at her cunt. 
Sharon was astounded. Surely he was crazy, she 
thought.

Yet still he knelt, the sounds of his wet slurping and 
licking loud in the empty garage. 

I don't believe this, she groaned to herself. It has 
to be a dream, a dirty, erotic dream.

Erotic?

This wasn't erotic at all. This was horrifying.

She thought about what her friends would say if she 
told them she'd been accosted in the garage, bent over 
her car and eaten out. 

"Send him to me next," was probably what they'd say.

Her fear began to subside as the minutes ticked away. 
She didn't think she was in immediate danger of being 
killed by this crazy bastard. She wished she dared 
turn around but wasn't willing to risk it. All she 
could do was feel what his tongue was doing.

His technique was excellent, she admitted to herself. 
His tongue was long too, and the way his lips sucked 
on her clitty was sending hot flashes through her 
loins even now. 

That realization made her eyes jerk open again. Surely 
she wasn't enjoying this! She'd like to kill the 
rotten fucking bastard! She hated his miserable, 
stinking, filthy rotten guts and would gladly blow 
them out if she only had a gun!

But it did... it did feel good, dammit!

His nose was grinding over her clitty as his tongue 
drove deep into her hole. His hands had moved upwards 
off her thighs and were stroking and squeezing her 
naked ass flesh, kneading it like soft dough.

I must be insane, she thought. I'm being raped and I'm 
liking it!

But it had been months since she'd had time for a good 
fucking, more than a week since she'd even found time 
to masturbate, and she was exhausted from too many 
long hard days and too little sleep. Her resistance 
was at a low point, and his tongue felt SO good.

She felt her muscles slowly relaxing all over her 
body, felt the wire-taut tension in her muscles ease 
as a warm bubbling fire burned away at her pussy. She 
groaned as he thrust his fingers back inside her and 
pumped them slowly in and out, his tongue wriggling 
against her clitty.

She realized suddenly that her ass was grinding around 
in circles again, only now it wasn't him that was 
doing it, she was doing it on her own. She groaned 
aloud then and then gasped as he thrust a third finger 
inside her and drove them deep.

"Want it baby?"

"Ooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.

"You want a fuck?" She didn't answer, gasping and 
swallowing repeatedly.

He thrust his fingers in hard and she grunted, her 
body jerking against the car. He pulled his fingers 
back half way out and continued to lick her clitty.

She shoved her ass back, impaling herself on his 
fingers, mortified at her behavior as she heard him 
chuckle in amusement.

"Hot little lawyer slut needs some meat, does she? Beg 
for it and it's yours, honey. Beg for it, Sharon."

"F-fuck me," she whispered.

"I didn't hear you, Sharon honey."

"Fuck... fuck me," she said, slightly louder.

"Beg for it."

"Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her voice 
rose and her body shuddered as she begged.

"You got it, whore."

Her words seared her but she groaned in anxious 
anticipation as he stood up and took his fingers out 
of her slit. She heard his zipper, and then felt his 
erection against her pussy. She spread her legs a 
little more as he rubbed it up and down on her slit.

He sniggered again and once more she quivered in 
humiliation. Then his cock pushed against her hole. 
Her pussy was wet with more than saliva now and he 
thrust it in to the hilt with one stroke.

Sharon cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as 
she came. The man pumped furiously, his hips slamming 
into her buttocks, knocking her into the side of the 
car. His cock pounded up and down her tight hole, 
skewering her with its savage violent strokes.

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh GOD!"

"Whore!" he snarled, driving his meat up into her 
belly. He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off 
the trunk. His hands slid around in front of her and 
gripped her blouse, ripping it open with a loud 
tearing sound.

He tore apart her bra, his hands like the claws of a 
lion as he dug into her flesh. She cried out again, 
her mind staggered by the violent sexual hurricane 
roaring through her body. 

Her hands pressed down on the trunk as she arched her 
back. She shoved her chest into his hands, grunting 
with delight as he mashed and squeezed them. His nails 
dug into her sensitive mammaries as he twisted them 
around in brutal lust.

She humped back against his pistoning cock, heedless 
of the pain as his hard, knobby cockhead crushed up 
against her cervix repeatedly. Her head jerked up and 
down, up and down, like a spirited filly, and the man 
growled like a maddened beast as he rode her.

She was nearly maniacal with sexual abandon, and then 
suddenly she stiffened, air gurgling out of her gaping 
mouth as she came with a cataclysmic release of high 
tension orgiastic pleasure. Her cunt flared like a 
rocket, clutching and spasming around his cock and he 
howled in glee as he stuffed it up her to the balls 
and his juice exploded out the tip.

Sharon's body arched back again and again, as she 
drove her cunt back onto his tool. Hot sperm gushed up 
into her belly, flooding her womb with its bubbling 
white seeds.

She gave a mindless groan and fell forward onto the 
trunk, totally spent and nearly senseless from the 
force of her monumental orgasm. He paused, panting for 
breath, the last of his juice draining out into her 
guts, and then he withdrew.

When she finally had the strength she rose and looked 
around, but the garage was empty. She staggered back 
to the door of her car and after fumbling for an 
endless time got it open and all but fell into the 
driver's seat. 

Her bare ass felt cold against the leather and she 
felt his juices drooling out between her hot cunt 
lips. 

She sat there for a moment, then closed her jacket to 
cover her naked exposed breasts, closed the door of 
the car, started the engine, and drove home.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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