I heard the door chime as I swept the floor by the froyo dispensers. I rolled my eyes at myself, mentally chiding myself for forgetting to lock the door. I was now going to have to deal with someone looking for a sweet tooth fix at 10 PM. Didn’t they noticed how most of the lights were off in the store? The chairs turned over onto the tables? The empty toppings bar? Or were visions of mediocre froyo drowning in m&ms & hot fudge blinding them to the state of the store?
The froyo dispensers are along a curved wall, so you have to set away from them to see the door. I did this as I said, “we’re closed” but I trailed off when I saw the look on the face of the guy walking in. He was about 6″2, late 20s with broad shoulders. He was wearing a baseball cap pulled low, a long sleeve T and loose jogging pants and had glasses. I recognized him from him having been in the store each of the past three days, nursing his purchase for close to an hour each time, always staring at me when I glanced over to him.
“We’re closed,” I said again, as he turned the lock on the door and then approached me. “Please leave.”
He grinned at me and came closer, and I backed away slowly. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you were looking at me,” he said. “How you carressed my hand when giving me change or made sure to bend over so I can see that tight ass of yours. I’ve noticed. And I’m here to get what’s mine.” The man grabbed my right breast and squeezed.
“What the fuck is your problem,” I said, shaking and swatted his hand away. “Get the hell out of here before I call the cops!”
The man laughed and grabbed my breast and squeezed harder. “Nah. Let’s play.” He grabbed my wrist and began dragging me towards the middle of the room. I swung my right fist wildly, the blow glancing off his face and knocking his glasses off. They slid across the floor and hit the wall. “Yeah! Now you’ll get it, you bitch!” he yelled, grabbing my shoulder with his left hand and backhanding me across the face with his right. I felt my legs weaken as my cheek erupted in pain and stars burst into my vision. He grabbed both my shoulders and pulled me behind the high counter where the empty topping bins and cash register stood and tossed me onto the anti-fatigue mat.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the dizziness but the man dropped to his knees between my legs and leaned over, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the ground. He nuzzled my breasts as I struggled. I tried to kick him, but the blows landed weakly. He let go of my arms and straightened up, and I launched both fists at him, but he easily grabbed them and squeezed hard, causing me to yelp. “Thanks for the help, whore,” he laughed, and pushed both of my wrists into one hand.
I struggled in his iron grip. “Please, just let me go,” I begged. “Please. I promise, I won’t tell anyone.” The man just laughed and pulled down his pants enough to get his dick out. He was fully hard. He looked me in the eye.
“Suck me off and maybe I’ll let you go.”
“Fuck you, I’m not touching that diseased cock,” I said. The man backhanded me again, not as hard this time but enough to make my head snap back.
“Suck it or I’ll hit you a lot harder.”
He moved up my body on his knees and then jerked my arms above my head so that I was sitting up. He guided my head to his cock, but I closed my mouth and shook my head, tears in my eyes, as his cock touched my lips.
“Please, I’m begging you. I’ve never done this before. I’ve never touched a man in that way.”
He laughed. “You are such a lying slut. I see how you shake your ass or tits for any guy coming in here. I bet you take half of them out back and suck them off for five bucks. So it’s my turn now.”
He weaved his fingers through my hair and I gasped with pain. When my mouth was open, he pushed my head onto his dick. “Yeah, that’s it,” as he moved my head up and down. I started to blow him, licking his head and shaft as he pumped my head. I gagged several times as he pushed my head too deep onto him and he laughed.
The man let go of my hair and arms and stroked my cheek. “I’m going to fuck you now, bitch. You want it, don’t you?” I shook my head. “Yeah you do. Are you going to fight me or take it like a good slut?” I shook my head again, tears coming down my face.
“Please, don’t.”
But he just grinned at me and pushed me back on the ground. He started to try to make my leggings off, but I pushed my butt against the ground as hard as I could. He rubbed my vagina through my pants. “You are so wet, aren’t you, bitch? You want this so bad?” And I was. I was as wet as I could remember. He jerked my pants and panties down to my knees and he rubbed my clit. I pursed my lips, trying not to let him see how good that felt.
He moved again and as he started to try to penetrate me, I scootched to the side and scrambled to get up. I kicked behind me and made contact with his chest and was rewarded with an “oof”. I awkwardly scampered away, on my hands and feet, my ass in the air, making my way though the swinging door into our backroom.
But I didn’t get far, as I felt the man tackle me to the ground. “Yeah, nice try bitch. He pulled my legs apart, ripping my leggings and landed on top of me. Pushing my face into the hard tile floor, he penetrated me and I cried out in pain.
I shouted at him to stop but he continued to thrust into me. He fucked me hard, slapping my ass, keeping my face pressed into the floor, as I wiggled and tried to get away. Finally, I could feel him cum inside of me. He loosened his grip on my head and flopped completely down on me.
“Wow,” he whispered. He pulled out of me and I flipped onto my back, him lying on the cold floor besides me. We smiled at each other and he touched my cheek where he had slapped me. I flinched. “Shit, did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “It just stings a little. But it’s fine.” We kissed.
“That was amazing.”
“You gotta finish me, babe. I’m still horny.” I started to stroke his dick. “Rip my shirt.” He looked at me questioningly, but got back onto his knees and grabbed my shirt collar with both hands. It took him a few tries, but he ripped my shirt apart.
He pulled my bra down and started to play with my tits, licking my hard nipples. I moaned and stroked him quicker, feeling him hardening again. When he was hard enough, I slide him back inside me. He kissed my throat, my lips, my shoulders as we fucked until I orgasmed too.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aji99n/unexpected_surprise_at_work_mf_rapeplay
Just to expand a bit, but I was the one who asked my bf if we could try a rape fantasy. But I didn’t know when it was going to happen. The stuff about him hanging at the store was true but obviously I wasn’t really scared or anything, but I tried to play it up.
5/7 would do again. He obviously enjoyed it too.
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I hope you guys did proper after care! A first time that intense can be leave you kind of shell shocked