I had struggled with my conscience in the days following my second encounter with my ****** and hated myself for actually engineering a situation where not only was I compliant I also basically asked my ****** to fuck me anally. By the weekend I had managed to feel a little better following a Saturday night out with my husband Ted during which we enjoyed a nice dinner, some wine, a little dancing, and a night of lovemaking.
I was doing my best to put the **** experiences behind me and vowed that I’d have to be more careful but also trying to convince myself that as my ****** had had me twice, the second time pretty much with my consent he would be inclined to either not be there or would listen to reason when I explained that I had been foolish and wanted him to leave me alone. Failing that I‘d have to resort to involving the police as I still had his DNA on my soiled panties from the first ****.
All seemed to be going well and I felt totally in control until the Wednesday morning of the following week when I was getting ready for work and deciding what to wear. I should have been pulling out a pair of canvas pants and a sweater but instead, I found myself selecting a blouse and skirt. Before I knew it I had taken the same bag I took to work the previous Wednesday and filled it with a towel, a zip-up golf top, a short golf skirt and a pair of sneakers, and a tube of anal lube. “Oh my god!” I thought to myself. I’m subconsciously preparing to potentially meet my ****** again. Despite my sudden realization, my actions didn’t change and before I knew it I was off to work along with the bag I had just packed.
I felt nervous during the day, so much so that people even asked me if I was feeling OK. I assured them all I was fine and just told them I had a lot on my mind and also that my husband Ted was away with work so I just seemed to be super busy and perhaps a little tired. The day seemed to go very slowly and my nervousness seemed to increase as the day went on and every time I looked at my bag in the corner of my office. I seemed to be in a mixed state of mind where the reckless half of me wanted to get changed into my other clothes and entice my ****** and the sane part of me was telling me to finish work, get escorted to my car again and drive home like a bat out of hell.
I finished my usual late night video call with a colleague in another office and looked at my bag. Unfortunately, the reckless half of me won the battle of wills and moments later I was dressed in my zip-up golf top and short skirt. I put on my sneakers and packed my other clothes, including my bra and panties into the bag before setting off to the basement parking garage. I contemplated asking security to walk me down but didn’t see the need or point. If my ****** was laying in wait he’d probably assume I was going to be compliant, which I had been last week. I wasn’t too sure why I even considered him to be my ******, perhaps it was because the first time it had been **** and if I referred to him as that in my mind it seemed to make my own reckless actions more acceptable to me.
I got to my car, which again I had reversed in, and stood behind the open tailgate scanning the parking garage as I placed my bag in the car. I took out the tube of lube and walked around to the front of the car and placed the tube of anal lube on the hood, as I’d done the week before, then unzipped my golf top so it was open enough for someone to get their hands inside and my breasts hung slightly exposed. I then assumed the same position I had the week before, bent forward with my hands on the hood. I took several deep slow breaths trying to slow my heartbeat down and convincing myself everything would be fine.
It seemed I was there for several minutes with nothing happening. I heard no noise and sensed no movement behind me. I was about to reverse my decision and get back into my car to drive home, thankful that my ordeal with this stranger was now finished. Then I heard a door slam. I froze, staring into the windshield of my car, my heart racing, wondering if the door slam was related to something else. Then I saw him, the masked figure of my ******, slowly approaching. He looked a little different probably because he was wearing a mask instead of a balaclava. I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and braced myself.
Seconds later I felt the hem of my very short golf skirt being lifted, exposing my buttocks and pussy. My ****** gently ran his hands over my buttocks several times before finally, his fingers began to probe gently into my pussy. As soon as he touched me there my body tingled and I let out a little moan. There was no hiding it, I was enjoying being in this situation and my body was craving what was about to happen. I began to cry with the shame of what I was doing and the realization I had lost all self-control. I rocked my hips a little, pushing my pussy onto my ******'s fingers, inviting him to enter my love hole.
He needed no second invitation and seconds later he probed my love hole deeply, in fact very deeply with two fingers, one of which he must have had in a hook shape as I could feel the tip of it rubbing hard on my G spot. “Oooooooooooooo fuck yessssssssss! I groaned as his big fingers, which I hadn’t noticed before, worked away inside my pussy. I was soaking within seconds and could already hear my juices squelching each time he pushed them in. As I moaned he began to finger me faster and his knuckles banged against my clit, almost like he was punching it and I groaned each time he hit me which only made him go faster.
This went on for several minutes and I knew I would feel bruised the following day so I was grateful my husband wasn’t home and I wouldn’t have to have sex with him. After almost bringing me to the point of orgasm my ****** stopped and pulled out his fingers. I listened intently as I heard him shuffling around and then I felt a hand on one of my buttocks, quickly followed by the head of a cock being rubbed up and down my soaking pussy slit. I breathed deeply knowing what was about to happen and my insides trembled with the excitement of once again having a nice black shaft sliding into me. My ****** began to push his cock into me, as the head went in past my outer lips my love hole felt really tight and despite my state of arousal his cock didn’t slide straight in.
My ****** moved his hand from my buttock and pulled one of my pussy lips opening my hole a little more then he said “Ooo Man! Tight little hole!”
Something didn't seem the same in his voice but before my brain registered anything further he pushed hard, forcing his cock into my pussy. “Ooooooooooo! Oooooooowwwwwww! Fuck!” I howled as he continued to push his huge cock into me. “You’re, Ahhhhhh! Fuck, You're not him.” I hollered at this man who was now stretching my pussy to its maximum limits. “You’re, Oooooh! Oooowwww! You're splitting me.” I screamed at him.
“No lady you can tekkit!” He grunted at me and then with a final hard shove his hips smashed into my buttocks. My pussy was throbbing, desperately trying to accommodate the monster cock of the man who clearly wasn’t the man who had ***** me two weeks ago. I panted, trying to block out the pain as he kept his shaft buried, balls deep inside me. I could feel the blood coursing through his cock as it pulsed, almost in sync with my pussy spasming as it stretched around the invader and as I stood there, bent over my car panting, my brain was desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Who was this man? How did he know I’d be here? He clearly knew I would be here and that I would be compliant.
My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of my new ****** pulling his cock out of my pussy and my pussy contracted, almost immediately as he withdrew. He was almost all the way out and I guessed he just had his big cock head wedged in the entrance to my love tunnel. I breathed deeply just as he thrust forwards and rammed his cock deep into me again forcing the air from my lungs as I screamed out “Ooooooooohhhh! Nooooooo! Ooooowwwww! Fuck! Oh God No!”
My ****** repeated what he had just done several more times, each thrust causing me to gasp and groan and each thrust was accompanied by a grunting from him as he repeatedly chanted “Tekkit! Tekkit! Tekkit!” My pussy was gushing juices and his cock was getting more and more lubed up, so much so that it seemed to be sliding in and out a lot easier now, and the painful feelings I’d had before we now morphing into a real sensation of pleasure as this new man pounded me with his thick cock.
My ****** continued to hammer into me, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusting. Pre orgasmic tremors began to rumble through my body and I could feel my pussy contracting, in a nice way this time, gripping the invading cock, willing it to go deeper inside me. Thankfully for all his girth, my ******'s cock wasn’t overly long so my insides weren’t getting too bruised with his thrusting, something I was grateful for as my pussy lips felt like they were on fire. Suddenly the tremors inside me intensified and the fire that was inside my pussy radiated throughout my whole body. “Ooooooooooh! God. Yessss! Ohhhhh Yes! Ohhhhh God I! I! I’m gon, gon, I’m gonna cum. Oooooooh fuck! Yesssssssssssss!” I shrieked as a huge orgasm surged through me and my pussy clamped, vice like around my ******'s cock.
My ****** thrust forwards and my legs became like jelly and gave way so I was now pinned to the hood of my car, with my ******'s cock rammed deep in my pussy. My body trembled as my orgasmic wave went on and on. Finally, I began to stop shaking and my body went limp. My ****** withdrew his cock from my pussy and as he pulled out the cool air rushed in to the gaping hole left by my ******’s cock. As soon as he had pulled out my ****** practically lifted me off my car and manhandled me, spinning me around slightly and dropping me to my knees on the cold concrete floor.
I looked up and saw this huge man towering over me, he was laughing as he ran his hand over my head, gripping my hair, and pulled my face towards his groin which was when my eyes focused clearly on the monster cock that had just been inside me. It wasn’t very long, as I’d suspected but it was obscenely thick, probably as thick as my forearm. It was all sticky from my cum juice and the huge purple head glistened as it bobbed up and down in front of me. “Now I’m gonna fuck me a nice posh white mouth, lady.” He scowled at me.
Almost before the words registered he had thrust his thick cock between my lips, pushing all the way in, his big balls resting against my chin. He gripped my head tightly and began to fuck my mouth. My lips were stretched to their limit, trying to accommodate this obscenely thick cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I could taste my cum on him and it made my pussy tingle, as I savored the taste of myself and then after a minute or so his cock began to leak his pre cum into my mouth. I almost came again when the first wave of it coated my tongue. It was so sweet like honey and I groaned with sexual pleasure. I was so aroused I began to rub my swollen clit and wanted to cum with this huge cock in my mouth.
My ****** heard my groan and commanded “Oh Yeah posh lady. You like it eh? Suck me. Tekkit good!” as he began to fuck my face faster than he had been. Saliva was leaking from my mouth, dripping down my chin and running onto my breasts. I was breathing hard through my nose as the relentless face fucking continued. Suddenly his pre cum was no longer leaking and I knew what was coming. He began to tremble, his legs were shaking, his grip tightened on my head and his cock swelled even more in my mouth. “Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh Yeeeaaaahhhh!” He groaned as his cock erupted in my mouth.
His cock spurted wave after wave of hot sticky cum into my mouth, filling it and forcing me to swallow as I struggled to breathe. As the first mouthful slipped down my throat my own body couldn’t take any more and I came hard. My body shook, and my orgasmic screams were muffled by his huge cock but he felt them and laughed as he said “Ya like that posh lady don’t ya?” His cum kept pumping into my mouth and I savored every drop as I swallowed it, feeling it slide down my throat and hit my stomach.
When my ****** finally released me and let his softening cock slip from my mouth I sucked in the air in huge gulps. I rested and placed my hands on the cold concrete floor or the parking garage to push myself up. As I did so I heard my ****** pull up the zipper of his pants. “Don’t move until I’m gone” he scowled at me. I knelt there, looking at his feet. He was wearing sturdy shoes, like highly polished work shoes. Seconds later he said. “I like you, posh lady. I’m gonna see ya again real soon.” With that, he was gone from my view and after a few more seconds I heard a door slam.
I got to my feet and looked down at myself. My top was all sticky from my saliva and clinging to my bare breasts, I thought about cleaning myself up with the towel I’d brought, but although I hated to admit it, I quite liked the feeling and I liked what had just happened to me. I drove home still wondering who that man was, how he knew I’d be there, why he referred to me as a posh lady, and when I thought about his last words telling me he’d see me real soon my body tingled.
I was doing my best to put the **** experiences behind me and vowed that I’d have to be more careful but also trying to convince myself that as my ****** had had me twice, the second time pretty much with my consent he would be inclined to either not be there or would listen to reason when I explained that I had been foolish and wanted him to leave me alone. Failing that I‘d have to resort to involving the police as I still had his DNA on my soiled panties from the first ****.
All seemed to be going well and I felt totally in control until the Wednesday morning of the following week when I was getting ready for work and deciding what to wear. I should have been pulling out a pair of canvas pants and a sweater but instead, I found myself selecting a blouse and skirt. Before I knew it I had taken the same bag I took to work the previous Wednesday and filled it with a towel, a zip-up golf top, a short golf skirt and a pair of sneakers, and a tube of anal lube. “Oh my god!” I thought to myself. I’m subconsciously preparing to potentially meet my ****** again. Despite my sudden realization, my actions didn’t change and before I knew it I was off to work along with the bag I had just packed.
I felt nervous during the day, so much so that people even asked me if I was feeling OK. I assured them all I was fine and just told them I had a lot on my mind and also that my husband Ted was away with work so I just seemed to be super busy and perhaps a little tired. The day seemed to go very slowly and my nervousness seemed to increase as the day went on and every time I looked at my bag in the corner of my office. I seemed to be in a mixed state of mind where the reckless half of me wanted to get changed into my other clothes and entice my ****** and the sane part of me was telling me to finish work, get escorted to my car again and drive home like a bat out of hell.
I finished my usual late night video call with a colleague in another office and looked at my bag. Unfortunately, the reckless half of me won the battle of wills and moments later I was dressed in my zip-up golf top and short skirt. I put on my sneakers and packed my other clothes, including my bra and panties into the bag before setting off to the basement parking garage. I contemplated asking security to walk me down but didn’t see the need or point. If my ****** was laying in wait he’d probably assume I was going to be compliant, which I had been last week. I wasn’t too sure why I even considered him to be my ******, perhaps it was because the first time it had been **** and if I referred to him as that in my mind it seemed to make my own reckless actions more acceptable to me.
I got to my car, which again I had reversed in, and stood behind the open tailgate scanning the parking garage as I placed my bag in the car. I took out the tube of lube and walked around to the front of the car and placed the tube of anal lube on the hood, as I’d done the week before, then unzipped my golf top so it was open enough for someone to get their hands inside and my breasts hung slightly exposed. I then assumed the same position I had the week before, bent forward with my hands on the hood. I took several deep slow breaths trying to slow my heartbeat down and convincing myself everything would be fine.
It seemed I was there for several minutes with nothing happening. I heard no noise and sensed no movement behind me. I was about to reverse my decision and get back into my car to drive home, thankful that my ordeal with this stranger was now finished. Then I heard a door slam. I froze, staring into the windshield of my car, my heart racing, wondering if the door slam was related to something else. Then I saw him, the masked figure of my ******, slowly approaching. He looked a little different probably because he was wearing a mask instead of a balaclava. I lowered my head, closed my eyes, and braced myself.
Seconds later I felt the hem of my very short golf skirt being lifted, exposing my buttocks and pussy. My ****** gently ran his hands over my buttocks several times before finally, his fingers began to probe gently into my pussy. As soon as he touched me there my body tingled and I let out a little moan. There was no hiding it, I was enjoying being in this situation and my body was craving what was about to happen. I began to cry with the shame of what I was doing and the realization I had lost all self-control. I rocked my hips a little, pushing my pussy onto my ******'s fingers, inviting him to enter my love hole.
He needed no second invitation and seconds later he probed my love hole deeply, in fact very deeply with two fingers, one of which he must have had in a hook shape as I could feel the tip of it rubbing hard on my G spot. “Oooooooooooooo fuck yessssssssss! I groaned as his big fingers, which I hadn’t noticed before, worked away inside my pussy. I was soaking within seconds and could already hear my juices squelching each time he pushed them in. As I moaned he began to finger me faster and his knuckles banged against my clit, almost like he was punching it and I groaned each time he hit me which only made him go faster.
This went on for several minutes and I knew I would feel bruised the following day so I was grateful my husband wasn’t home and I wouldn’t have to have sex with him. After almost bringing me to the point of orgasm my ****** stopped and pulled out his fingers. I listened intently as I heard him shuffling around and then I felt a hand on one of my buttocks, quickly followed by the head of a cock being rubbed up and down my soaking pussy slit. I breathed deeply knowing what was about to happen and my insides trembled with the excitement of once again having a nice black shaft sliding into me. My ****** began to push his cock into me, as the head went in past my outer lips my love hole felt really tight and despite my state of arousal his cock didn’t slide straight in.
My ****** moved his hand from my buttock and pulled one of my pussy lips opening my hole a little more then he said “Ooo Man! Tight little hole!”
Something didn't seem the same in his voice but before my brain registered anything further he pushed hard, forcing his cock into my pussy. “Ooooooooooo! Oooooooowwwwwww! Fuck!” I howled as he continued to push his huge cock into me. “You’re, Ahhhhhh! Fuck, You're not him.” I hollered at this man who was now stretching my pussy to its maximum limits. “You’re, Oooooh! Oooowwww! You're splitting me.” I screamed at him.
“No lady you can tekkit!” He grunted at me and then with a final hard shove his hips smashed into my buttocks. My pussy was throbbing, desperately trying to accommodate the monster cock of the man who clearly wasn’t the man who had ***** me two weeks ago. I panted, trying to block out the pain as he kept his shaft buried, balls deep inside me. I could feel the blood coursing through his cock as it pulsed, almost in sync with my pussy spasming as it stretched around the invader and as I stood there, bent over my car panting, my brain was desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Who was this man? How did he know I’d be here? He clearly knew I would be here and that I would be compliant.
My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of my new ****** pulling his cock out of my pussy and my pussy contracted, almost immediately as he withdrew. He was almost all the way out and I guessed he just had his big cock head wedged in the entrance to my love tunnel. I breathed deeply just as he thrust forwards and rammed his cock deep into me again forcing the air from my lungs as I screamed out “Ooooooooohhhh! Nooooooo! Ooooowwwww! Fuck! Oh God No!”
My ****** repeated what he had just done several more times, each thrust causing me to gasp and groan and each thrust was accompanied by a grunting from him as he repeatedly chanted “Tekkit! Tekkit! Tekkit!” My pussy was gushing juices and his cock was getting more and more lubed up, so much so that it seemed to be sliding in and out a lot easier now, and the painful feelings I’d had before we now morphing into a real sensation of pleasure as this new man pounded me with his thick cock.
My ****** continued to hammer into me, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusting. Pre orgasmic tremors began to rumble through my body and I could feel my pussy contracting, in a nice way this time, gripping the invading cock, willing it to go deeper inside me. Thankfully for all his girth, my ******'s cock wasn’t overly long so my insides weren’t getting too bruised with his thrusting, something I was grateful for as my pussy lips felt like they were on fire. Suddenly the tremors inside me intensified and the fire that was inside my pussy radiated throughout my whole body. “Ooooooooooh! God. Yessss! Ohhhhh Yes! Ohhhhh God I! I! I’m gon, gon, I’m gonna cum. Oooooooh fuck! Yesssssssssssss!” I shrieked as a huge orgasm surged through me and my pussy clamped, vice like around my ******'s cock.
My ****** thrust forwards and my legs became like jelly and gave way so I was now pinned to the hood of my car, with my ******'s cock rammed deep in my pussy. My body trembled as my orgasmic wave went on and on. Finally, I began to stop shaking and my body went limp. My ****** withdrew his cock from my pussy and as he pulled out the cool air rushed in to the gaping hole left by my ******’s cock. As soon as he had pulled out my ****** practically lifted me off my car and manhandled me, spinning me around slightly and dropping me to my knees on the cold concrete floor.
I looked up and saw this huge man towering over me, he was laughing as he ran his hand over my head, gripping my hair, and pulled my face towards his groin which was when my eyes focused clearly on the monster cock that had just been inside me. It wasn’t very long, as I’d suspected but it was obscenely thick, probably as thick as my forearm. It was all sticky from my cum juice and the huge purple head glistened as it bobbed up and down in front of me. “Now I’m gonna fuck me a nice posh white mouth, lady.” He scowled at me.
Almost before the words registered he had thrust his thick cock between my lips, pushing all the way in, his big balls resting against my chin. He gripped my head tightly and began to fuck my mouth. My lips were stretched to their limit, trying to accommodate this obscenely thick cock as it slid in and out of my mouth. I could taste my cum on him and it made my pussy tingle, as I savored the taste of myself and then after a minute or so his cock began to leak his pre cum into my mouth. I almost came again when the first wave of it coated my tongue. It was so sweet like honey and I groaned with sexual pleasure. I was so aroused I began to rub my swollen clit and wanted to cum with this huge cock in my mouth.
My ****** heard my groan and commanded “Oh Yeah posh lady. You like it eh? Suck me. Tekkit good!” as he began to fuck my face faster than he had been. Saliva was leaking from my mouth, dripping down my chin and running onto my breasts. I was breathing hard through my nose as the relentless face fucking continued. Suddenly his pre cum was no longer leaking and I knew what was coming. He began to tremble, his legs were shaking, his grip tightened on my head and his cock swelled even more in my mouth. “Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh Yeeeaaaahhhh!” He groaned as his cock erupted in my mouth.
His cock spurted wave after wave of hot sticky cum into my mouth, filling it and forcing me to swallow as I struggled to breathe. As the first mouthful slipped down my throat my own body couldn’t take any more and I came hard. My body shook, and my orgasmic screams were muffled by his huge cock but he felt them and laughed as he said “Ya like that posh lady don’t ya?” His cum kept pumping into my mouth and I savored every drop as I swallowed it, feeling it slide down my throat and hit my stomach.
When my ****** finally released me and let his softening cock slip from my mouth I sucked in the air in huge gulps. I rested and placed my hands on the cold concrete floor or the parking garage to push myself up. As I did so I heard my ****** pull up the zipper of his pants. “Don’t move until I’m gone” he scowled at me. I knelt there, looking at his feet. He was wearing sturdy shoes, like highly polished work shoes. Seconds later he said. “I like you, posh lady. I’m gonna see ya again real soon.” With that, he was gone from my view and after a few more seconds I heard a door slam.
I got to my feet and looked down at myself. My top was all sticky from my saliva and clinging to my bare breasts, I thought about cleaning myself up with the towel I’d brought, but although I hated to admit it, I quite liked the feeling and I liked what had just happened to me. I drove home still wondering who that man was, how he knew I’d be there, why he referred to me as a posh lady, and when I thought about his last words telling me he’d see me real soon my body tingled.
