I struggled through the rest of the week and weekend with my decision of what to do following my **** in the basement parking garage of my building. I also struggled with trying to work out why it happened. Had I upset someone? I wasn’t in the habit of leading men on. I knew I had some admirers but I’d never been close to flirting with them. I also couldn’t work out if I had been targeted or was it just random. Why was my ****** in the parking garage? I saw no other cars around. Having reflected on it I decided not to report it or tell my husband for the time being, although I did decide I was going to keep my rapists DNA and had my soiled panties secured in a locked drawer in my desk at work. I thought if I told my husband he may ask questions that I’d find it hard to lie about like “Did you have an orgasm?” Christ! I’d had two and wouldn’t be able to lie, which would have taken our conversation in a direction I didn’t even want to contemplate.
As days went by my rapists final words to me, “See ya soon hot lady”, kept coming back into my head and I was trying to imagine what he meant. Was it someone I knew and saw regularly during everyday events or was it someone watching me and he was planning to target me again. I decided the latter was the most likely and decided to take steps to ensure I was ready for him if he tried to **** me again. As I was making my preparations I had convinced myself that if my ****** was to strike again it would once again be on the Wednesday , when I had a late finish after everyone else had gone home. So on the Wednesday morning I very purposefully set off to work with an extra bag full of everything I’d need.
The day seemed to drag and I kept wondering if my plan was a wise one. Every time I did so I looked at my bag in the corner of my office and took a deep breath, telling myself it would all be fine. Finally when my day was over a little after 7.30PM and I set about getting ready. I changed out of my work clothes, which I didn’t want to get ruined in the events that may unfold, and dressed in the clothes I had brought with me in my bag. I donned my coat and then I called down to security telling them I was all finished for the night but I had some work files I had to take home in a bag which was a little heavy and asked if someone could help me.
The guy I spoke to told me there would be no problem and someone would be right up to help me. Sure enough a couple of minutes later a young black guy, in his mid to late twenties arrived in my office. “Hey ma’am. I’m Darnell. Mike sent me to walk you down to your car and carry some gear.” he said in a cheery helpful way with a big smile. I didn’t really know any of the security guys but I had seen a couple of them walking around when I worked late and I recognised him. I thanked him for his help and showed him the bag, my extra bag I had brought with me, I needed him to carry.
I had actually put a few work files inside to make it heavy so as to make my request seem authentic. “It’s a little heavy. Sorry.” I told Darnell.
Darnell lifted the bag like it was full of air, and said “It’s no problem ma’am. I got it.” As he hefted the bag off the floor effortlessly his shirt tightened around his arm and torso and it was evident why he found the bag so light, He was basically full of muscles. So, slightly distracted by the physical build of my helper we set off towards the basement parking garage. As we walked down to the garage I took a deep breath. “Focus.” I said to myself. We got to my car, again it was the only one I could see around and I asked Darnell if he could put the bag in the trunk for me. He did as I asked and headed off back to his duties.
That morning I had, as usual, reversed into my parking space so now I was standing at the rear end of my car, with the trunk lid up and a solid wall behind me therefore I was confident nobody could come at me from behind. I took a quick look around the garage space in front of me and saw no movement so I made my preparations. I removed my coat and changed my work shoes for the spare pair I’d brought bag I’d had Darnell carry. Finally I reached into the bag and took out a bottle of special liquid that I’d brought for some protection.
Once again I took a deep breath, knowing what I was about to do was reckless to say the least, before closing the trunk and slowly making my way round to the hood of my car. I took a last look around the garage and again saw nobody. Part of me thought perhaps my ****** had been an opportunist and it had been a random attack. Never the less I pressed on. I turned to face the windscreen of my car, leant forward, put the bottle of special liquid on the hood next to me and placed my hands on the hood. I now hoped that the sight of me standing in high heels, wearing a figure hugging role up, strapless dress, with a hemline half way up my thigh, hair tied back and my hands placed on the hood of my car would be sufficient to entice any potential ****** out of the shadows.
My eyes were fixed on my windscreen, knowing that if anyone approached me I would see them coming. My heart was beating so much it almost burst out of my chest and I could feel my stomach churning with fear and anticipation. As I stood there, looking and feeling rather vulnerable I just prayed that my plan would work out. I thought I heard some movement far behind me, so focussed my gaze. Sure enough someone, my ****** I presumed, was there. He was approaching slowly, slightly crouched, either trying to stay out of sight or poised ready to pounce when he got close.
I steeled myself. I had to try and keep the upper hand. I reached for the bottle of liquid on the hood, gripping it tightly. He was still several feet away, still approaching slowly. When I figured he was about ten feet away I made my move. I slid my left forearm onto the hood of my car in line with my face and bent forward placing my head on my forearm and raising my hand holding the bottle behind me so I was holding it out in front of my ******. I could no longer see him but knew he had stooped moving. I trembled with fear and spread my legs a little. I felt his hand touch mine and he grasped the bottle from me. “What the fuck’s this! Oh wow! Anal lube.You dirty little slut!” he exclaimed before letting out a whistle and a little chuckle.
As soon as he’d spoken he was pushing the short hem of my roll up dress up and over my buttocks, exposing them. As soon as he’d done this he let out another whistle when he realised I wasn’t wearing any panties. He began to massage my buttocks and spread them slightly and I felt cool air wafting over my bum hole. I was aware of him fumbling around with something and then I felt the cool anal lube liquid being applied to my bum hole. He threw the bottle onto the hood of my car before he started working the lube into my hole with what felt like his thumbs. I was scared but very excited. My plan was working and my ****** was going to fuck my ass but this time he was going to use lube. “Oh my goodness! I’m going to enjoy this.” I thought to myself.
He was fingering my hole, slow and deep and after a while he got two fingers in. As he fingered me he was pulling sideways . spreading my cheeks and widening my hole. “Uuuuuuuughhh! Ooooh! Shit!” I groaned as he really began to open me up. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled his fingers out of me. The cool air rushed in and made my sphincter tingle. I lay there wondering why he had stopped and then I heard the zipper of his pants being lowered. My body was quivering and I anxiously awaited the feel of his cock against my hole. Instead I felt a hand grab my tied back hair and start pulling me back so I was standing upright.
In one movement he spun me around and I was almost face to face with my ******. He stood several inches taller than me, even in my heels and as I looked up at his balaclava clad face he growled at me, “Down on your knees slut.” My legs turned to jelly and I almost fell to the ground but managed to kneel down with some control and I was now staring at my rapists semi hard cock. It looked nice, all black and shiny, with an expose purple head. Even semi hard it was thick but not too long, maybe seven inches. I knelt before him, frozen and just staring at his cock. My mouth was salivating and I wanted to suck it but I held off. I wanted him to make me.
I didn’t have to wait long before my ****** said “Fucking suck it slut.” My lips quivered as I tentatively wrapped a hand around his cock, it was soft and heavy in my hand and it waved around a little as I brought it towards my mouth. I leant my head forward and hesitated. “I said suck it. NOW!” he scowled. I almost pee’d myself with shock when he shouted at me and quickly took his cock into my mouth. I could feel it growing as soon as I began to suck on it. I swirled my tongue around the head and teased his piss hole with the tip. I let my guard down and groaned a little when I first tasted his pre cum so I quickly pulled my mouth from his cock. “No way lady.” Get it sucked good. I’ll tell you when to stop.” he scowled at me.
I didn’t move and my ****** grabbed my head with one hand and used his other hand to stuff his cock, which was now fully hard, into my mouth. “Mmmmmppph!” I groaned as he stuffed his cock deep into my mouth and then he began to thrust back and forth, fucking my face. I gasped and groaned each time he rammed his hard cock into my throat. “Aaaaackkkk! Aaaaackkk! Aaaaaackk! Mmmmmmmpphh!” My ****** was loving it, having power and control over this white woman on her knees. He may or may not have known but I was loving it too. Being dominated by this brute. My body tingled and I could tell my pussy was leaking juices by the bucket load.
My ****** fucked my mouth hard and deep, I was constantly gagging, streams of saliva running down my chin, dripping onto my dress. I thought for a few moments he was going to cum in my mouth but he suddenly stopped, and told me to stand. As I stood before him he grasped at my breasts, my nipples were rock hard and poking through the thin fabric, damp from my own saliva. He rolled the top half of my dress down, exposing my milky white breasts then sucked on each nipple, so hard I yelped. He spun me around and pushed me back on to the hood of my car, the cold metal mate my hard nipples tingle even more. I thought it was now he was going to fuck me but I was wrong, and surprised.
I felt his hands spread my pussy lips and then his mouth pressing hard against my love hole, his tongue darting in and out, lapping at my juice. My body shuddered with sexual arousal and I moaned out loud “oooooooh god mmmmmmmmnnnn.” My ****** clearly heard me and he began to finger my pussy hard and deep whilst his other hand thumbed my clit. “ooooooh! jesus! fucking hell!” I moaned as pre orgasmic tremors rumbled through me. My ****** fingered me even harder and rubbed my clit so hard I squealed. “Oooooooohhh Shit! Ooooh Nooooooo! Fuck I’m go, go, ahhhh, gonna cum!” My ****** pulled his fingers from my pussy and clamped his mouth over my love hole, plunged his tongue deep and I literally exploded. My body shuddered and my pussy felt like it was on fire as a massive orgasm rocked me to the core and my love juice squirted out all over my rapists face and down my thighs.
I was panting and gasping face down on the hood of my car and my legs felt like jelly, not quite believing my ****** had just brought me off with his fingers and mouth. I had only just started to come down from my orgasmic wave when I felt my ****** pushing his cock head against my love hole. My pussy was still contracted from my orgasm and it hurt as he pushed his cock deep inside me. He began to fuck me hard and fast and once again I thought he was going to cum in my pussy. “Noooo Please. No.” I begged. Just at that moment I saw my ****** reaching for the bottle of lube on the hood of my car. I felt the cool liquid being drizzled all over my bum hole and once again he began to work it in, stretching my hole wide.
My ****** pulled his cock from my pussy and as he began to press the tip against my bum hole I smiled to myself. Finally I was going to get what I needed. My ****** splashing my anal passage and filling my bowels with his hot cum. “Aaaaaah Ooooowww!” I moaned as he pushed his cock deep into my bum hole. He started to pound me, thrusting in hard and deep. “Oooooh! Aaaaarrggh! Ooooowwww! Ohhh god yes.” I moaned as my ****** took my hole hard, fucking me like a man possessed. My thighs were slamming against my car every time he thrust in and his hips slammed against my buttocks. I was being anally ***** by a brute and I didn’t care. As my pre orgasmic tremors began I realised I must actually be loving it. “Ooooooh god yes. Cum in my ass!” I shrieked as my ****** fucked me even harder.
My orgasm was rapidly building and I could tell by the fact my rapists cock was swelling inside my anal passage he must have been getting close to his own orgasm. “Ohhhhh god yes. Fuck me harder you bastard!” I shrieked. He grabbed my tied up hair and pulled me backwards, lifting me slightly off the hood of my car then clamped his hands onto my breasts. I could see reflection in the windscreen and saw that his mouth was open and I could hear him grunting like an animal as he took me from behind. His grip on my breasts hardened and he found my nipples, squeezing them hard. I squealed and gasped and then I felt it coming. My orgasmic rush was on me. My ****** thrust hard and growled as he shot his load deep into my bowels. Every fibre of my body went tight and burned as my orgasm surged through me.
My ****** held his cock deep inside me and grunted loudly as he pumped his cum into me for what seemed an age. Finally he stopped grunting and a few seconds later he pulled his cock free of my throbbing bum hole. My whole body tingled and I felt spent. As my ****** stepped back I slid off the hood of my car and down onto the floor. I looked up in time to see my ****** tuck his dripping cock back into his pants and zip up. “See you soon slutty lady.” he said as he turned away and walked into the shadows. I closed my eyes for a few seconds until my body stopped throbbing. I sat up and looked down at myself. My breasts were red and swollen and there was cum pooling between my legs. I cried as I realised what I had done.
To be continued….
As days went by my rapists final words to me, “See ya soon hot lady”, kept coming back into my head and I was trying to imagine what he meant. Was it someone I knew and saw regularly during everyday events or was it someone watching me and he was planning to target me again. I decided the latter was the most likely and decided to take steps to ensure I was ready for him if he tried to **** me again. As I was making my preparations I had convinced myself that if my ****** was to strike again it would once again be on the Wednesday , when I had a late finish after everyone else had gone home. So on the Wednesday morning I very purposefully set off to work with an extra bag full of everything I’d need.
The day seemed to drag and I kept wondering if my plan was a wise one. Every time I did so I looked at my bag in the corner of my office and took a deep breath, telling myself it would all be fine. Finally when my day was over a little after 7.30PM and I set about getting ready. I changed out of my work clothes, which I didn’t want to get ruined in the events that may unfold, and dressed in the clothes I had brought with me in my bag. I donned my coat and then I called down to security telling them I was all finished for the night but I had some work files I had to take home in a bag which was a little heavy and asked if someone could help me.
The guy I spoke to told me there would be no problem and someone would be right up to help me. Sure enough a couple of minutes later a young black guy, in his mid to late twenties arrived in my office. “Hey ma’am. I’m Darnell. Mike sent me to walk you down to your car and carry some gear.” he said in a cheery helpful way with a big smile. I didn’t really know any of the security guys but I had seen a couple of them walking around when I worked late and I recognised him. I thanked him for his help and showed him the bag, my extra bag I had brought with me, I needed him to carry.
I had actually put a few work files inside to make it heavy so as to make my request seem authentic. “It’s a little heavy. Sorry.” I told Darnell.
Darnell lifted the bag like it was full of air, and said “It’s no problem ma’am. I got it.” As he hefted the bag off the floor effortlessly his shirt tightened around his arm and torso and it was evident why he found the bag so light, He was basically full of muscles. So, slightly distracted by the physical build of my helper we set off towards the basement parking garage. As we walked down to the garage I took a deep breath. “Focus.” I said to myself. We got to my car, again it was the only one I could see around and I asked Darnell if he could put the bag in the trunk for me. He did as I asked and headed off back to his duties.
That morning I had, as usual, reversed into my parking space so now I was standing at the rear end of my car, with the trunk lid up and a solid wall behind me therefore I was confident nobody could come at me from behind. I took a quick look around the garage space in front of me and saw no movement so I made my preparations. I removed my coat and changed my work shoes for the spare pair I’d brought bag I’d had Darnell carry. Finally I reached into the bag and took out a bottle of special liquid that I’d brought for some protection.
Once again I took a deep breath, knowing what I was about to do was reckless to say the least, before closing the trunk and slowly making my way round to the hood of my car. I took a last look around the garage and again saw nobody. Part of me thought perhaps my ****** had been an opportunist and it had been a random attack. Never the less I pressed on. I turned to face the windscreen of my car, leant forward, put the bottle of special liquid on the hood next to me and placed my hands on the hood. I now hoped that the sight of me standing in high heels, wearing a figure hugging role up, strapless dress, with a hemline half way up my thigh, hair tied back and my hands placed on the hood of my car would be sufficient to entice any potential ****** out of the shadows.
My eyes were fixed on my windscreen, knowing that if anyone approached me I would see them coming. My heart was beating so much it almost burst out of my chest and I could feel my stomach churning with fear and anticipation. As I stood there, looking and feeling rather vulnerable I just prayed that my plan would work out. I thought I heard some movement far behind me, so focussed my gaze. Sure enough someone, my ****** I presumed, was there. He was approaching slowly, slightly crouched, either trying to stay out of sight or poised ready to pounce when he got close.
I steeled myself. I had to try and keep the upper hand. I reached for the bottle of liquid on the hood, gripping it tightly. He was still several feet away, still approaching slowly. When I figured he was about ten feet away I made my move. I slid my left forearm onto the hood of my car in line with my face and bent forward placing my head on my forearm and raising my hand holding the bottle behind me so I was holding it out in front of my ******. I could no longer see him but knew he had stooped moving. I trembled with fear and spread my legs a little. I felt his hand touch mine and he grasped the bottle from me. “What the fuck’s this! Oh wow! Anal lube.You dirty little slut!” he exclaimed before letting out a whistle and a little chuckle.
As soon as he’d spoken he was pushing the short hem of my roll up dress up and over my buttocks, exposing them. As soon as he’d done this he let out another whistle when he realised I wasn’t wearing any panties. He began to massage my buttocks and spread them slightly and I felt cool air wafting over my bum hole. I was aware of him fumbling around with something and then I felt the cool anal lube liquid being applied to my bum hole. He threw the bottle onto the hood of my car before he started working the lube into my hole with what felt like his thumbs. I was scared but very excited. My plan was working and my ****** was going to fuck my ass but this time he was going to use lube. “Oh my goodness! I’m going to enjoy this.” I thought to myself.
He was fingering my hole, slow and deep and after a while he got two fingers in. As he fingered me he was pulling sideways . spreading my cheeks and widening my hole. “Uuuuuuuughhh! Ooooh! Shit!” I groaned as he really began to open me up. After a few minutes he stopped and pulled his fingers out of me. The cool air rushed in and made my sphincter tingle. I lay there wondering why he had stopped and then I heard the zipper of his pants being lowered. My body was quivering and I anxiously awaited the feel of his cock against my hole. Instead I felt a hand grab my tied back hair and start pulling me back so I was standing upright.
In one movement he spun me around and I was almost face to face with my ******. He stood several inches taller than me, even in my heels and as I looked up at his balaclava clad face he growled at me, “Down on your knees slut.” My legs turned to jelly and I almost fell to the ground but managed to kneel down with some control and I was now staring at my rapists semi hard cock. It looked nice, all black and shiny, with an expose purple head. Even semi hard it was thick but not too long, maybe seven inches. I knelt before him, frozen and just staring at his cock. My mouth was salivating and I wanted to suck it but I held off. I wanted him to make me.
I didn’t have to wait long before my ****** said “Fucking suck it slut.” My lips quivered as I tentatively wrapped a hand around his cock, it was soft and heavy in my hand and it waved around a little as I brought it towards my mouth. I leant my head forward and hesitated. “I said suck it. NOW!” he scowled. I almost pee’d myself with shock when he shouted at me and quickly took his cock into my mouth. I could feel it growing as soon as I began to suck on it. I swirled my tongue around the head and teased his piss hole with the tip. I let my guard down and groaned a little when I first tasted his pre cum so I quickly pulled my mouth from his cock. “No way lady.” Get it sucked good. I’ll tell you when to stop.” he scowled at me.
I didn’t move and my ****** grabbed my head with one hand and used his other hand to stuff his cock, which was now fully hard, into my mouth. “Mmmmmppph!” I groaned as he stuffed his cock deep into my mouth and then he began to thrust back and forth, fucking my face. I gasped and groaned each time he rammed his hard cock into my throat. “Aaaaackkkk! Aaaaackkk! Aaaaaackk! Mmmmmmmpphh!” My ****** was loving it, having power and control over this white woman on her knees. He may or may not have known but I was loving it too. Being dominated by this brute. My body tingled and I could tell my pussy was leaking juices by the bucket load.
My ****** fucked my mouth hard and deep, I was constantly gagging, streams of saliva running down my chin, dripping onto my dress. I thought for a few moments he was going to cum in my mouth but he suddenly stopped, and told me to stand. As I stood before him he grasped at my breasts, my nipples were rock hard and poking through the thin fabric, damp from my own saliva. He rolled the top half of my dress down, exposing my milky white breasts then sucked on each nipple, so hard I yelped. He spun me around and pushed me back on to the hood of my car, the cold metal mate my hard nipples tingle even more. I thought it was now he was going to fuck me but I was wrong, and surprised.
I felt his hands spread my pussy lips and then his mouth pressing hard against my love hole, his tongue darting in and out, lapping at my juice. My body shuddered with sexual arousal and I moaned out loud “oooooooh god mmmmmmmmnnnn.” My ****** clearly heard me and he began to finger my pussy hard and deep whilst his other hand thumbed my clit. “ooooooh! jesus! fucking hell!” I moaned as pre orgasmic tremors rumbled through me. My ****** fingered me even harder and rubbed my clit so hard I squealed. “Oooooooohhh Shit! Ooooh Nooooooo! Fuck I’m go, go, ahhhh, gonna cum!” My ****** pulled his fingers from my pussy and clamped his mouth over my love hole, plunged his tongue deep and I literally exploded. My body shuddered and my pussy felt like it was on fire as a massive orgasm rocked me to the core and my love juice squirted out all over my rapists face and down my thighs.
I was panting and gasping face down on the hood of my car and my legs felt like jelly, not quite believing my ****** had just brought me off with his fingers and mouth. I had only just started to come down from my orgasmic wave when I felt my ****** pushing his cock head against my love hole. My pussy was still contracted from my orgasm and it hurt as he pushed his cock deep inside me. He began to fuck me hard and fast and once again I thought he was going to cum in my pussy. “Noooo Please. No.” I begged. Just at that moment I saw my ****** reaching for the bottle of lube on the hood of my car. I felt the cool liquid being drizzled all over my bum hole and once again he began to work it in, stretching my hole wide.
My ****** pulled his cock from my pussy and as he began to press the tip against my bum hole I smiled to myself. Finally I was going to get what I needed. My ****** splashing my anal passage and filling my bowels with his hot cum. “Aaaaaah Ooooowww!” I moaned as he pushed his cock deep into my bum hole. He started to pound me, thrusting in hard and deep. “Oooooh! Aaaaarrggh! Ooooowwww! Ohhh god yes.” I moaned as my ****** took my hole hard, fucking me like a man possessed. My thighs were slamming against my car every time he thrust in and his hips slammed against my buttocks. I was being anally ***** by a brute and I didn’t care. As my pre orgasmic tremors began I realised I must actually be loving it. “Ooooooh god yes. Cum in my ass!” I shrieked as my ****** fucked me even harder.
My orgasm was rapidly building and I could tell by the fact my rapists cock was swelling inside my anal passage he must have been getting close to his own orgasm. “Ohhhhh god yes. Fuck me harder you bastard!” I shrieked. He grabbed my tied up hair and pulled me backwards, lifting me slightly off the hood of my car then clamped his hands onto my breasts. I could see reflection in the windscreen and saw that his mouth was open and I could hear him grunting like an animal as he took me from behind. His grip on my breasts hardened and he found my nipples, squeezing them hard. I squealed and gasped and then I felt it coming. My orgasmic rush was on me. My ****** thrust hard and growled as he shot his load deep into my bowels. Every fibre of my body went tight and burned as my orgasm surged through me.
My ****** held his cock deep inside me and grunted loudly as he pumped his cum into me for what seemed an age. Finally he stopped grunting and a few seconds later he pulled his cock free of my throbbing bum hole. My whole body tingled and I felt spent. As my ****** stepped back I slid off the hood of my car and down onto the floor. I looked up in time to see my ****** tuck his dripping cock back into his pants and zip up. “See you soon slutty lady.” he said as he turned away and walked into the shadows. I closed my eyes for a few seconds until my body stopped throbbing. I sat up and looked down at myself. My breasts were red and swollen and there was cum pooling between my legs. I cried as I realised what I had done.
To be continued….
