Making Life a Little Better (for stupid_girl)

[angkorwat]

It had taken a few years but I was finally going to get what I deserved, I was finally going to fuck that hot piece of ass whether she wanted it or not. Every time I had come onto her she had always shot me down, called me a pig. But how could I not want her? Perfect ass that you just want to fuck until she bleeds, tits that you want to grab and suck until she cries from the pain, thighs that you want to feel wrapped around you as you pump deeper and deeper into her tight cunt.

I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? My name is Chris and I am the manager in charge of purchases at a big-box retailer warehouse. I remember the day that I hired her, I hired her because she was hot, not beautiful but hot. Hot is when you can only think about emptying you balls inside her pussy, when you only want to fuck her like an animal. Hot is meat toy that you can never see as a person, something that you can only see a sex object, three sopping wet holes waiting to be abused by your cock. That's what she was and that's what I'm going to do to her. I had tried to make moves on her before, but she thought I was disgusting. I guess she had heard about what I was saying about to the other guys in the office: speculating about how much of slut she was, whether she saved her cunt, how many guys were banging her at the moment, what kind of panties she wore. You know, important questions like that. It had gotten so bad that she started to bring me up on chargers of sexual harassment? Can you believe that? The little cocktease was bringing me up on charges when she had been blue-balling me the whole time? Well that was going to change today, today she was going to learn what it feels like to be fucked, to be used by a real man.

You see, the bitch was embezzling money from the company. She had made a deal with a women at one of our suppliers to overstate the costs of merchandise and then split the difference between the two of them. When I found out about this I kept it quite, kept it to myself. Sure I could have told the company and gotten her arrested and fired, but that wouldn't get my cock inside her, that wouldn't let me fill her with my cum, that wouldn't let me use her as a sex slave. No, no, I let it go one for some time, let her get deep enough in it that she had to do whatever I told.

I called her into to my office and shut the door behind her, a small smile formed on my face. Wouldn't you be happy to if you know that in under 10 minutes her lips were going to be, unwillingly, wrapped around your cock? I took the folder containing the evidence out of my desk and spoke, “We have a problem.”

[wharro4u]

hey hey .where is the rest come one you let 'e me with my pant's on half way omg ..

[stupid_girl]

I had only taken the job at this store because I needed the momey to get me through college. All my friends joked that I should just strip - the money would be a LOT better. And they were right it would be a lot better but I wasn't going to sell myself like that. Let's face it I know what I look like and I know the attentention that I attract. I know I could work at a club and make some VERY good money there, but shit - then why don't I just go all the way and be hooker? I wasn't that easy. I didn't even have a boyfriend. I was very committed to being top of my class and I was even more committed not selling myself to get there. I was going to make it on my brain - not my ass.

But on day when a disgruntalled worker called the store looking for a manage I saw an opportunity. One so good neither of us could turn it down. In the year that the scam had been going on we had each grossed $100,000. My school was paid for and I was ready back out a month ago, but I agreed to continue for another three months - her mortgage would be paid off then. If I had backed out then I would been in the clear, home free with my free education. But my loyalty here won and little did I know just how much it would cost me. I was however very careful not to put any of the money in the bank or anywhere it could be traced and my name wasn't on anything. In fact all the money I had made in the past year at the store was saved, every cent, and all I had spent was the embezzled money. I was also very careful to 'not live above my means' so as to stay under the radar. I still drove the same beater Volkswagon and I still lived in the same shitty off campus house with 4 other girls.

So when I was called into your office I had no idea what the hell it was about. I figured it was just another chance for you hit on me and try and get your filthy hands on me. We worked on commission so I swallowed a bit of my pride and took a few liberties with the uniform. All it said in the manual was store issue red t-shirt and black pants (not jeans). I managed to get a tight shirt that would show my breast rather well that had those three buttons at the top, that were never done up. And my black pants, well they were a tight pair, that were tight enough through the ass and thigh that anything less than a g-string would show lines. Under than was none on anyones business, but on the this day it was a simple white bra and matching thong, meaning you could that faint outline if you looked closely enough.

I entered your office and sat down in the chair across the desk from yourself. "We have a problem." I figured this just meant that I hadn't given you what you wanted yet and you pissed that I had filed those harrassemnt claims. I had no idea what was coming.

[angkorwat]

I open the folder and pull out page after page of evidence that you have defrauded the company and embezzled the money. That smug, I'm hot I can whatever I want, look quickly vanishes from your face. It is replaced with a visage of pure terror, terror at knowing that the man that you hat above all others is now in control of your fate. I can now make you do whatever my perverted mind wants. I get out of my chair and close the blinds in the office, no need to let anyone see what I hope will happen soon. I sit down and lean back in my chair, putting my feet up on the desk as you continue to rifle through the papers, I open my mouth and speak in a gloating tone, “I should have phrased that differently; you have a problem. There are two possible ways to proceed from here.” I begin to list them, “Option number one: I call the cops and you get your pretty little ass sent to jail, then spend quite a few years with your friend from the supplier as the fuck meat of some gang of bull dyke's in prison. Solution number two: you do whatever I say until I decide that you have repayed your debt to the company.”

I look back at you, the terror has changed to horror; I don't think you have contemplated what would happen if you got caught. I wait. I look up at the clock, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour. I slam my fist down on my desk. The sudden noise startles you, I speak, “Well what will it be? If you walk out that door I'll call the cops. If you don't want that, come around to this side of the table and get on your knees.” I roll my chair away from my desk, please, please walk around the desk. You take about a minute more to decide, then you get up.

[stupid_girl]

I ease myself out of the chair and stair at you, my eyes filled with hatred and total disgust. It had to be you that found out, it had to be you that caught me. Even if the person didn't disgust me as you do this would be a nearly impossible choice to make. It by no means because I do like sex - but I don't just put out for anyone. And it had never been for personal gain. All that runs through my mind as I stand there is that I should have backed out when I wanted. I would have quit and been long gone, gotten a part-time job somewhere else doing something really easy, or something fun that I would enjoy. Instead I am standing here with a choice of acting on principles and walking out on you while I know, or think I know the thoughts running through your mind or throw my future away and let you turn me in.

I shake my head and turn away from you, walking to the door, my head gripping the knob and turning. I open the door inches and then stop. You watch as the door slowly creeps shut and clicks closed again, followed by the clicking of the lock. You smile as I bow my head, you don't have to see my face to know that just thinking of the choice sickens me and that giving in to what you want will be the ultimate humiliation. I am so overwhelmed by this that I drop to my knees with my back you and you can hear my sobbing begin softly. My hands rising to cover my face.

You get out of your chair and silently move in close behind me. "The deal was that you come over to my side of the desk Katie." I don't say anything in response, other than the sound of my nose sniffling as I try to hold my tears back. "Katie, it's ok. I won't make come to my side of the desk. This will do just fine." It is then that I feel the tap on the side of my head. I look around slightly starteled by the touch to see that you have already taken your mostly hard cock out of your pants 'for me'. You deliberately swing cock back again this time it smacks me softly on lips and I turn away. This time it is impossible for me to hold my tears and emotion back.

[angkorwat]

You get up and walk towards the door. Fuck, please don't do that, that won't be very fun. I hold my breathe, you turn the doorknob and open the door slightly. You let the door close, turn around and fall to your knees crying. I smile, this is going to be fun, for me at least and that's all I care about. I tell you to get behind my desk but you only kneel there on the floor, whimpering in self pity. I come around to the other side of my desk, unzipping my fly and pulling my cock out of my pants; you're going to suck my dick one way or another. As I stand in front of you I begin to slap your face with my cock—I want to humiliate you as much as possible. My cock hits your lips, you turn away and start to wail, start to cry. I bend over and grab hold of your head, “This wasn't the deal, you we're going to suck my cock. Now open your fucking whore mouth.” I begin to rub my cock over your lips, pushing as I do that, trying to force your mouth open. You try to keep your mouth closed but the crying and sobbing, get the best of you as your mouth inadvertently opens. My cock slips into your mouth. I might have my cock in your mouth, but I know you won't willing suck my off, at least not now so I opt for the next best thing—a brutal face fuck. I being to piston my hips in and out, slamming into the back of your throat. Your cock-muffled cries reach a fevered pitch as I abuse your face, “This would have been much easier on you have just done what I told you from the beginning. Let that be a lesson for the future,” I chide as I unload my balls at the back of your mouth. “Be a good little whore and swallow all the cum,” I love making you hate me.

[stupid_girl]

You're dominating grip is so tight it holds me in whatever position you want me in, and this position allows your cock to slam into the back of my throat with every thrust. You aren't quite getting the whole length in but the spasming feeling that the back of my throat offers is what you are looking for anyways. The tears streaking down my face are icing on the cake. Each tear drawing a lines down my cheek that grows in contrast, of my eyeliner. Soon I look one of the girls with too much make-up you see in porn after face fucking some cock. I look like such a cheap whore all of a sudden, I look you very deeply enjoy bestowing upon me.

I feel your cock empty thick streams of your cum, heavily coating the back of my throat. You can feel your own cum slickening my mouth as you pull your cock from my pale pink lips. My mouth gapes open for a second as you say "Be a good little whore and swallow all the cum." In that moment you get a glimpse of your load buried deep at the back of my throat, pooling quickly, before I close my mouth. That might not have been comfortable and it certainly wasn't what I wanted to do but it definately could have been worse I thought. I forced myself to swallow it all in one gulp, forcing back the gag reflex and the urge to be sick.

"Open you mouth and let me see." you command of me. Reluctantly I open my lips again, at least your cock isn't hard anymore, so there is no threat of you trying to cram it back in there. You are satified with the result and nod slowly, I take it as I sign that I can close my mouth and I do. Even though I swallowed every last drop and can still fucking taste you in my mouth and feel you in my throat. The thought of what I just did just making feel like the cheap whore that unknown to me I look like.

[angkorwat]

I look down at you, your tears have made your makeup run down your face, little lines of color running down from your eyes. You look like you've been through hell—it's only just begun. I tell you open your mouth, I want to see, want to savor in in my moment of absolute power. My cum runs down your throat and into your stomach; things are looking up. I grab your hair and pull you up. I walk you over to my desk and push you over my desk. I grope your ass, “You've got a nice ass, I've always wondered what it looks like.” I reach around unzip your pants. I pull your pants down your hips, exposing your thong clad ass cheeks. I give your ass a slap, the sound reverberates around the room, “You do have a nice ass. I bet it'll feel good when my I'm balls-deep in it.” I grab the sides of your thong and begin to pull it down, until they are just below the bottom of your ass cheeks. I put a hand between your legs and run it up and down your thighs. I move my hand up to your pussy, “I love shaved pussies, good to see you know how to take care of yourself properly.” I move my fingers up and down your hairless slit. I push one of my fingers into your cunt, it is dry; I did just brutally rape your throat, not exactly the things that makes a women want to cum. I bring my hands up to your ass cheeks and spread them, your tiny little asshole catches my eyes. I'm going to love stretching that out, abusing it. I get behind you and grind my hips into your exposed ass, then I let go of you. You fall to the floor. I sit down at my desk and put my dick back into my pants. I sigh, a hate that part, “Get up and get your whore-ass back to work. I want you in my office during lunch tomorrow. Wear and skirt and don't wear any panties.” I smile, today was good, tomorrow will be better.

[stupid_girl]

I lay there for a moment trying to compose myself, trying to stop the tears of total humilation from rolling down my stained cheeks. I don't know yet how much of a wreck I look like, and there is no way you are going to tell me. You want to let me go out there looking like trash. My hand slide slowly over my ass with a grimace on my face. My hands stops, covering the larger red hand print on my ass that you left there. I reach further down rolling my thong back up, then my pants, fastening them tight. I don't tuck my shirt in, my shift is over and I am on my way home. I get to my feet and in the brief glance I give you can see pure hatred to you. You are taking a chance that I won't return and your atking a chance that I am not willing to go down and take you with me. I leave the room and go straight out to my car. I don't stop when when of my friends tries to stop me.

The first thing I do when I get home is go straight to the shower. When I look in the mirror it is the first time I see what I look like and the image in itself makes me cry. I climb into the shower and take a long, hot shower trying to clean the dirty feeling away but i get out still feeling like a trashy whore.

I can't go to work and go on the floor in the skirt like you told me as it is not allowed in the uniform so I show up with one backed in my bag. I see you looking at me with contempt - wondering if I remembered, wondering if I told anyone. When lunch time comes around I go to the staff bathroom and change into the skirt and slid my panties off. I feel so dirty, doing what you've told me to do. But, do I have a choice? I wash the make up off my face so I don't leave you office looking like a used porn star again as I still have to work after lunch.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

You look at your door from a seated position inside your office, "Come in."

[angkorwat]

I enter work the next day and see you on the floor wearing pants, incompetent whore, didn't I tell you to wear a fucking skirt? I go to my office and wait for noon to come, for you to enter to my office. I hear a knock at my door and tell you to come. Good, you've changed into a skirt; you aren't as stupid as I thought. No, I take that back, you are. If you were smart you would have gone to jail: at least there you would know when it would end, here, here, I have all the power. I love it. I get out of chair and walk over to you. I close the door behind you and lift up your skirt. I am met by the beautiful of your ass. Good, you do know how to follow instructions, let's see how long that lasts. “Bend over the table,” I order, you slowly oblige. I take off my pants as I move behind you. I flip your skirt up and begin to run my finger along your cunt lips. “This will only hurt as much as you want it to,” I punctuate the last word by driving one of my fingers into your unready cunt. You hiss in pain as my finger violates you. I realize that all those questions I wanted to ask you, all those answers I wanted to know, I can finally get from you.”Tell me, when you last time you were fucked,” I ask as I continue to finger your dry cunt. I can't see your face but I know exactly what it looks like—hate. I start to grind my hips and cock into your ass; you better start getting wet soon if you know what's good for you. I don't care how much I hurt you, how much I make you bleed. For your sake, I hope you do.

[stupid_girl]

The sudden penatration of your finger into my unready, unwilling cunt makes my arms collape and my chest falls to the desk, the side of my face mashed against some paper work. I grind my teeth, I know you want me to hurt but I can't imagine you want me to scream. That would draw attention to your office and would kill your fun. My hands tighten into fists clenching some other paper on the desk. It may or may not be important but you don't care - you love my reaction. "Three....three....months ago." I answer in response to your question. You are taken back by my response. You wonder how the hell it has been so long since this body was used.

You finger still working in me, dry, gripping your finger tightly. I feel your hips against me and your already hard cock throbbing against me. I want to be wet, I don't want your cock to be forced into me the way my pussy is now, but I just can't seem to get my head right. You pull your finger out of me and the next thing i feel is the pressure of your cock head on my lips. "I warned you bitch!" You lean into me and forcfully spread my lips with your cock. You have to hold the base of your shaft to keep it from bending as my tight twat does everything it can to keep you out. You take your free hand and pull one lips wider and then the other, mercilessly spreading me. Now your cock head is in me and you can feel the warmth my cunt offers. You let out a deep moan as it wrapps tightly around you.

You slowly push forward until your entire length is buried inside my cunt in one slow, deliberate push. Your balls pressed against my clit, your hands gripping my hips. My chest is still pressed firmly to the desk forcing my back to arch slightly. The skirt around my waist offering no coverage anymore. I curl my left hand towards my mouth. In an attempt to silence the pain I bite down on my own fingers, the right side of my face laying on the desk. You can't see my whole face but just seeing the on half gives you a clear enough image. You can see the tears forming in my eyes now. Are they pain or humiliation? You figure, why not make them both?

[angkorwat]

Really, three months? “A slut like you shouldn't have to go that long without cock,” I say the words as I bury myself inside you. The lack of lubrication makes it difficult to get in at first, but I manage. God damn you're tight, I won't be able to last in last your cunt. I push my cock as in far as it will go, balls deep into your cunt. You stop yourself from making any noise; I guess you don't want to give me the satisfaction of hearing you beg me to stop. I don't care what you want; you're going to scream. I begin to move my hips back, pulling my cock out of you. Then as my head is about to slip out I slam my hips forward as hard I can, filling you again. My hips slam into your ass, making a satisfying fleshly clap as I push the rest of your body onto the top of my desk. I continue to fuck you as hard I can time, each time I my balls slap into your clit, the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, nicely accompanied by the creaking of my desk.

Your cunt begins to get wet as tears continue to flow from your eyes—though you may be wet my violent penetration certainly hurts you. My groans turn to grunts as I slam my cock into you even harder. The hard, rough fucking quickly send me over the edge. I feel the jizz rise out of balls and fill your cunt with my seed. I pull my cock out of your twat and stare done at your freshly raped body. Tears continue to flow from your eyes, small sobs exit your mouth. A small amount of cum begin to ooze from your pussy. I stick a finger into your cunt and coat it in my jizz and your juices. I shove the finger into your mouth and order you to clean it off. “You like the taste of my cum, don't you? That's not enough cum for you, is it?” I pull you off the desk. You fall to your knees on the floor, to weak to make yourself stand. I push my cock into your face, “Clean me.”

At first you don't move, too traumatized by the fresh rape. I push my cock at your lips. You slowly open your mouth and begin to lick the juices off of my dick. “You've got a nice cunt. I'm going to enjoy fucking you,” I say the words as I pat your head as though you're some sort of pet, trying to humiliate you as much as possible. I pull my dick out of your mouth; you've had enough cum for now, if you want more you'll have to earn it. You look up me, uncertain over what I will do next, what further indignities I will force upon you. “Bring me a key to your house tomorrow, I'm coming over tomorrow night after work. Now stand up and get back to work, I don't pay you to fuck me.” I pull you up by your hair, you wince at the pain. As you start to leave my office I lift up your skirt and slap your ass. You bring you hand to your ass check and rub it, not even bothering to give me an angry look. You leave my office as my cum starts to drip down your leg, tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[stupid_girl]

I feel the thick cum leaking down my thigh as I walk out the door into the hallway outside your office. I look both ways knowing that my eyes are filled with tears and that the cum leaking down my leg will soon be visible. I bow my head and make a quick run for the bathroom to change again. When I get to the bathroom I go straight to the toilet, trying to force as much of your cum out of me as possisble. You fucking prick - you didn't even use a condom! The taste of your cum on my lips. I wash my face and cunt and get changed into my panties and pants. I am still sobbing softly when I come out of the stall, a co-worker standing there looking at me. "Are you ok?" I am normally very cheerful but this time I just put my head down and blew past her. I reluctantly finished my shift, the whole time wanting to crawl into a hole and die.

On my way home I do as I am told and go get a key cut for you. All I can do if I am going to avoid serios jail time is go along with this and hope you get your fill before I lose my mind. The whole time the key is being cut I can barely hold myself together. I pay for the key and get myself home as fast as I can. I don't sleep a lot that night and I awake the next morning exhausted. I don;t have a shift but I get dressed in simple street clothes and go to work to give you the key.

I knock on your door without an answer. I figure you aren't there and creek the door open. The office is dark and you aren't there. I flip the desk light on planning on leaving the key right there but sure enough you left the file right out in the open. I stand there thinking about destroying it, thinking about thaking it with me an burning it...

[angkorwat]

That's a bit odd, my door is open, I think to myself as I arrive at work the next morning. I peek inside the room and see you staring at the file on my desk. I smile, please take the file, it's not like I don't have three other copies of everything inside it. If you take it you will think that you've won, that I can't hurt you anymore. When come to your house tonight to rape you over and over again you'll think you can stop me, that won't wake up in the morning with my cum ooze out of every hole in your throughly violated body. Shattering that hope will keep me going all night long. I creep away from the door; no need to let you know I was here. I come back half an hour later. You've left the key to your house on my desk and have taken the folder. I do love it when bitches fuck themselves over.

The rest of the day goes by slowly—if only I could have raped you at lunch today. I leave work early and go home and change for our romantic tryst. I drive to your house and arrive at seven o'clock—more than enough time for you to savor your false victory. I open your door and hear you moving in living room. I walk there and see you burning the folder in the fireplace. You speak but I don't pay attention to the words, none of them matter. I let you dig yourself deeper in a hole with every insult and expletive you hurl at me—I will make you pay for everything you called me. You finally shut your hole; damn you talk a lot when you're bitchy. I can't help but allow a grin to form on my face. You look confused, unable to understand how I can be happy at this turn of events. “Are you that stupid that you thought I only had one copy of that? You're not getting out of this; your ass is mine, accept it.” The blood drains from your face as it dawns on you that you are completely fucked. I sit down on your couch and get comfortable; it's going to be a good night, for me at least.

[stupid_girl]

I watch you get comfortable on my couch, well one of my room-mates couches. You look so triumphant and I know the look on my face. I haven't felt this very often but I would never forget the feeling. That feeling of total embarassment, that moment you wish you could take back, something you did or said that would only make your life harder. This...was the epitome of that. To say that my action had fucked me were literal. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I had no idea what to do now or say as you sat on the couch as if it were your own. I watched as you looked around the place, inspecting it. You expected to see nice things, expensive things trewn all over the place, but this looked like every other off campus college house.

You looked at me with a little smile on your face, the excitement of a small child going to Disney tucked away in your eyes, "Got anything to drink?" My mouth gaped open slightly, your were going to abuse me and you wanted me to be your little maid too? I nod slowly, "Beer, vodka and rum....and Coke." You can hear the trembling in my voice. I am doing well hiding the fear in my facial expressions but the soft, trembling voice is a dead give away. "I'll have a beer and bring that bottle of vodka back with you aswell." you command of me. I do as I am told and go into the kitchen your eyes never leaving me. I didn't get dressed up or anything this evening, if anything I was dressed down. Nice loose fitting school track pants, with the team name across the ass, which was still tight with the curves of my ass. And a nice little tank top, my hair tied back in a tight ponytail. I am barefoot, little barefoot slut in the kitchen.

I come back with your beer, already opened and the bottle with a glass, not knowing what it was for. "Oh, you won't need the glass bitch." you blurt out as I place it down. I look at you confused as to what you need the vodka for. You take a long swig of your beer and then smile at me. "You are going to have something to drink with me. So drink up." I protest saying that there is no way I can drink this straight and that I don't want to drink. But you of course, do not care. Your plan is to get me good and drunk, get all the answers you want out of me and see if you can make me a little willing whore while you're at it.

[angkorwat]

You stand with your back to me and take a swig directly from the bottle. Your face contorts as the vodka flows down your throat. I stare at your ass, damn it looks good; good enough to fuck. I reach out and start to grope your ass. I finish my beer and stand up. I walk behind you and slip one of my hands inside your pants and whisper in your ear, “Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” You shake your head as I force you to drink more of the vodka. “Good,” I say as I move my hand up and down your ass. I turn my head toward the door as I hear the door open. One of your roommates walks in. You begin to turn red as she watches my hand move further into your pants. That's humiliating enough, “This is getting a bit too crowded for me, let's go up to your room.”

You lead to me your room, stumbling a bit from the alcohol. You open the door slowly, almost as though you have to fight to make yourself open it. I walk in and close the door behind me. You put the bottle down on your dresser and sit on your bed. I don't know if the thought has hit you yet, but it soon will—I'm going to rape you on your own bed. I ask you questions as I start to go through your drawers, how do you like to be fucked, how many guys have fucked you, have you ever been raped before. I finally find what I was looking for. Fucking slut, your underwear draw—thongs as far as the eye can see. I open another drawer, this is what I was looking for. I pull out a vibrator from the drawer, you blush as I turn around with it in my hands, “You like to fuck yourself with this don't you? Show me what you do with it,” I say as I throw the device into your hands. You catch it and sit there, refusing to debase yourself for my pleasure. Well now, I can't have you starting to stand up for yourself like that, “I going to fuck you in five minutes. You can either choose to be dry and have your cunt torn to pieces, or you can masturbate and get yourself nice and wet for me so that I don't have leave your cunt a bloody mess by the end of the night. The choice is yours cunt.”

[stupid_girl]

By the time I make it to my room I have had what would work out to be 6 shots in about 20 minutes. That might not be a lot for a seasoned vet. but I don't drink much as I have focused much, much more time on my studies. The face on my roommate has faded from my mind in an inebriated haze. I watch you go through my things. I am not too embarrased as you go through my thongs, I know they are hot - I wouldn't have bought them otherwise. It is when you find the vibrator that my face turns the shade of red you were looking for.

The whole time asking me questions. I struggle to keep up as you fling them at me figuring it best to just answer and keep you at least a little happy. How do I like to be fucked? "Ummm...missionary I guess." I say shyly, not wanting you to know the truth. How many guys have I fucked? I don;t have to lie about this number, "Only 3..." A number that nearly knocks you on your ass. Have i even been raped before? "Not until this." I respond with hatred.

Hearing my option of getting myself wet while you watch my toy with my vibrator or being stubborn and taking your cock inside me dry and getting destroyed is overwhelming. I was given five minutes to do what ever I wanted and I waste 2 of them thinking about it. Finally I turn the vibrator on and slide it inside my pants. You know you never specified that I had to pull my pants down enjoy the humiliation of me doing this enough without seeing it. Not seeing it infact helps build your anticipation. I let out a moan as my eyes flutter and my head falls back. I know how to do myself right and it takes no time for my cunt to be wet. Unlike before I can get myself there now with the help of the vodka. "Time's up slut - hope you're ready."

[angkorwat]

Five minutes go by as I watch you fuck yourself. I walk over to your bed and push you on your back. I tear you pants off along with your panties. I lift you panties up to my nose and smell them; the scent of your arousal permeates them. You smell like a bitch in heat, a bitch that needs to be fucked. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to, I need to fuck you. I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor. I line my very hard cock up with your wet slit as I push your shirt up and grab on your tits. I slide myself in as I begin to lick your nipples. You cunt is much wetter this time than when I raped you in my office—I suppose the alcohol and the masturbation would make you a bit more loose.

I extricate myself from your wet hole, flip you over and pull your hips up. “I want to fuck you like the animal you,” I say as I enter you from behind. I move my hand to your clit and begin to play with it as I saw in and out of your twat. You start to moan, probably the alcohol—I doubt that you're enjoying this. I pick up my pace. The sound of my hips hitting you ass checks fills the room—I hope your roommates can hear it. I start to grunt louder; I'm going to cum soon but I want to see the look on your face when I cum inside you. I push you down and flip you over again and slip in once more. I fuck you as hard as I can and cum inside your sopping cunt—you clearly hate it, but I love it. I pull myself out and roll over. I hope you think that I'm done: I've just started. I turn toward you and speak, “You ever taken a cock up your ass before?” the hate on your face turns to fear, I hope that's a no.

[stupid_girl]

Being used like this in your office is humiliating enough but hear I am in my own home, one fo the girls I live with surely able to hear you moans and grunts and probably mine aswell. I do everything I can to hold back my moans but my strength has been weakened by the vodka. As you pull out of, I can feel my twat gaping just a little from your cock, you cum leaking from the tight lips and down my ass, surey to stain my sheets. My chin quivering as all i want to do is crawl into a hole and die. I want to go to the shower and turn the water as hot as I can stand it and sit there for hours trying to clean this filthy feeling from myself.

The look of terror comes across my face in the blink of an eye at the mention of anal sex. I had tried it before but in technicality I was still an anal virgin. The pain was so intense that I had to stop it before he even got in. "No...no I haven't, Please, please don't, I can what ever else you want." I begin trying to plead and beg with you to get out it as I know it would be a terrible and horrible humiliating experience. I see the look in y our eyes, you look as a excited as a school kid at the recess bell. If I had lied you might not have been as excited but it wouldn;t have changed anything for me. At least now I might be lucky enough that you would chose to go as easy as possible as I know for sure that I am not going to be getting out of this.

[angkorwat]

I could take your anal cherry now; but that wouldn't be nearly as fun as making you wait, knowing that any day I could decide to fuck you in your ass. No, I'm going to wait. I grab hold of your hair and tell you to clean my cock. As you tongue cleans every bit of cum off of it as I speak, “We'll have to save your cherry for another day. I suppose your ass will have a 'stay of penetration' until I decide to take it.” My cock exits your mouth as I take a camera out of my pants. I spread your legs and take a picture of my handiwork—your gaping, cum-drooling cunt. I get dressed and turn toward you as I start to leave, “Don't wear any panties when you're at work, they only in get in the way.” As I drive home I can't wipe the huge grin off my face; I knew that was going to be fun, but I had no idea how good it would feel.

I get in to work the next and day and dammit, can't you do anything right? Apparently you've been taking out the frustration of our fun on your customers. They've been complaining. I don't want to have to do this. But then again, I can do this in a much more interesting way. I call up one of the customers on phone, good, he'll be here at lunch, this should be interesting. He arrives before noon and I discuss the situation with him, he agrees to play along.

I call you up to my office before lunch, you probably think that I'm just going to fuck you, rape you again. That would be boring. You enter the room and look confusedly at the man in the room; you must have recognized him as a customer that you were a bitch to. “I've heard that you've being a bitch to the customers. I don't care what you're going through in your personal life, you need to remain a professional at work,” it takes a lot to not laugh at that speech, I mean I'm doing none of those things. “You need to properly apologize to this customer. You need to make sure that he choses to shop here again. Get on you knees, his cock won't suck itself.”