And then Brad-
I told her-
The office has just been-
The kids-
My car-
Blah. Blah. Blah.
The party was too loud. There were too many people talking at once, and none of them were talking about anything important. Even the spiked punch I had already drank four glasses of couldn’t drown out the noise. I was bored, I wanted to go home, and I was horny. The vodka in the punch had worked its way down and I was definitely feeling it, more than just the buzz in my head. I started making my way through the crowd, towards the exit, saying my goodbyes to my coworkers along the way. Finally, I had said goodbye to everyone at the party that I knew, and I made a beeline to the door. While walking around, I had drunk another glass and a half of punch, and I was a little more than tipsy. The only thing on my mind now was getting home, taking my clothes off, and putting my vibrator to good use. I had almost reached the door when someone grabbed my arm and jerked me to the side.
Hey! I said, before a hand covered my mouth. I tried to see who had pulled me aside, but it was dark, and honestly my vision was a little blurry. As I was trying to figure it out, they pushed me against the wall and leaned in towards my neck. I could feel their breath.
You didn’t say bye to me, a male voice whispered. He didn’t sound like anyone that I worked with; there were only a handful of men that worked in my office, and this guy had a much deeper, richer voice than any of them. Maybe he was someone’s husband? Why was he holding me against a wall with his hand over my mouth then? I didn’t know. My head was spinning.
I’m sorry? I tried to say, but his hand muffled my voice so much that I couldn’t even understand myself. He smelled good, he had clearly showered and sprayed cologne before coming to the party.
That was pretty rude, he said. He was still speaking low, in my ear. Fear started welling up in my chest, just like the wetness between my legs.
What? I mumbled into his hand. His hand was rough and was pressing my teeth against the inside of my lip.
I said it was fucking rude, now don’t make me repeat myself again. His voice was aggressive now, he was angry. And I was wet. I tried looking at him again, now that my eyes were adjusting to the darkness a little.
Get off of me! I tried to tell him, but he just pressed harder against my mouth and moved his hand up towards my chest. He grabbed my shirt and started pulling at the buttons, popping them off of the cloth completely. I could hear them hit the floor, one after another. Before I realized it, my blouse was hanging open, and the only thing hiding my tits from him and the rest of the world was my bra, and I knew that it wasn’t doing a good job of doing so. It was black and lacy, and certainly not modest. I didn’t plan on having it shown to anybody.
Mmm, he moaned, and I could feel his eyes move from my mine, down to my almost naked tits. He placed his hand on my stomach, rubbing my bare skin, gentle, not how I expected him to. I expected him to be as rough as he had been before, as barbaric as he was holding my mouth. But he wasn’t. He touched every inch of exposed skin, until all that was left was my tits. I felt him staring at me, at my body, but he wasn’t touching it anymore. Just looking at it.
Do you like what you see? I tried to say to him, suddenly becoming very aware of the effect that him staring at me was having. I realized that my pussy was soaked, and that I didn’t care who he was, or that he had pulled me aside and ripped my clothes, or that he was going to rape me. I wanted him to. I wanted him inside of me, I wanted him to fuck me, to use me, to treat me like a slut. I wanted to rip his pants off like he had my blouse, to hold his cock, to feel it hit my throat, to choke on it. Do you like it? I repeated, my voice still muffled from his hand.
What did you fucking say?, he growled, leaning back in towards my face, putting his forehead against mine, so that we were eye to eye. I could see the anger in his eyes, and it turned me on even more.
Do you like what you see?
Do I like what I see? Do I like what I fucking see? I wouldn’t still be here if I didn’t, you dumb fucking slut. Now. Don’t. Speak. Again. Unless. I. Tell. You. To. He kept his voice steady. Deep and rich and harsh and sexy. His hand tightened around my mouth, but his eyes never left mine. His face never changed. As soon as he got done talking, his free hand was ripping my bra off of my tits, tearing them out of the cups. His hand groped one tit, feeling all of it in his hand, squeezing harder than anyone ever had before. His fingers quickly found my nipple, and he let me know by pinching it. He pinched it so hard that I flinched, and when I did, he twisted. Pain shot through me, straight to my pussy. I could feel myself getting even wetter. I was surprised that I didn’t have juices running down my leg.
Oh, he said, finally breaking the straight face and smirking. You’re horny, aren’t you?
I nodded.
What do you say? He uncovered my mouth just enough so that he could understand the words that I said.
Yes, I’m horny. He grabbed my throat and pressed his face against mine, our lips were touching, but he wasn’t kissing me.
You call me Daddy, he commanded, keeping his voice low, but somehow making it even harsher than it already was. Do you understand? He let go of my throat.
Yes Daddy.
Good girl. Now answer me again. Are you horny?
Yes Daddy.
Aww. That’s cute, he chuckled as he plunged his hand down my pants. Damn, you’re wet. He ran his fingertip over my clit, making me flinch. He laughed.
Hey, what are y’all doing over here?, another man’s voice range out. I looked up to see one of my coworkers sauntering over to us, still holding his glass of punch. Once he got close enough to see what we were doing, he started backing up again, apologizing for interrupting. The fact that he had seen me half naked and with a strange man’s hand inside of my pants terrified me, considering that this man was a coworker, someone that I saw everyday, but it also excited me, turning me on even more.
No, no, no, come back. I wanna show you something, Daddy told him, and the man came back. Look at her, Daddy said, taking his hand out of my pants and rubbing his hands over my body, When he got to my tits, he pinched both nipples at once, making me jump again. As I looked at our audience, I could see a bulge growing in his pants. It seemed like the vodka had the same effect on him as it did on me. Do you want to touch her? I don’t mind sharing, Daddy told him, winking and laughing like there was a joke that I didn’t get.
I, um, I should probably go. My wife is going to wonder where I am. I’ll um, see you Monday morning? And then our audience was gone.
With the man gone, Daddy turned his attention back to me. He grabbed my throat again with one hand, and shoved the other one back down my pants. He forced my head up, forced me to look him in the eyes, squeezing harder and harder around my neck. You’re lucky, he growled. I was going to let him fuck you. I was going to let him use you like the slut you fucking are. Come on, he said as he took both of his hands away from my body. Let’s go.
Where are we going, Daddy?
Somewhere a little more private. Now shut your fucking mouth.
He led me out of the conference room where the party was, down the hall, and into the first door that was unlocked. In the light, I could see him a little better now. I still didn’t recognize him. Maybe he was someone’s guest, their brother or husband. The thought of him being someone’s husband turned me on even more, the thought that he was so interested me, that I turned him on so much without even realizing it, that he would fuck me knowing that I worked with his wife. Knowing that Monday morning, I would see his wife, maybe even talk to her about the man that pulled me aside as I was leaving the party. That she may realize that it was her husband, that I turned him on so much that he was willing to risk his marriage.
The office was dark when he opened the door, and he pushed me inside. He followed, closing the door behind him, then flipping on the light. It was just an office, it looked like mine, nothing special. While I was looking around, comparing this room to my own office, Daddy came up behind me and pushed me over the desk. He pulled my pants down over my ass, leaving it exposed, and I heard him unzipping his own jeans. Before I knew it, he had grabbed my hips and was slamming his cock into my pussy. He pushed me forward, then pulled me back again. And again. And again. I lost track of how many times he shoved himself into me, how many times my ass collided with his hipbones, how many times I moaned as I felt myself stretch around him. One of his hands worked its way down to my pussy and found my clit, his thrusting and pounding never slowing down. His finger circled my clit, and I started moaning even louder as I got closer to cumming. I felt it building up in me, getting closer and closer to exploding, and I felt him twitch and throb inside of my pussy, getting closer and closer with each thrust. I wanted him to cum inside of me, I wanted to feel him explode in me.
Just as I thought he was about to bust, about to fill me with cum, he stepped back, pulling his cock out of me. He grabbed my hair and pulled me tp my feet, just to push tp my knees. Before I knew it, my lips were wrapped around him, and he was slamming his cock against the back of my throat. I was gagging, tears were in my eyes, and I was having trouble breathing. It didn’t take long, just a couple of thrusts, before he came, shooting himself down my throat. He kept my face pressed against my body until he had finished the waves of ecstasy, then he pushed me back onto the floor. I sat down, catching my breath and trying to clean my face up with what little resources I had. I heard the door shut and, thinking that someone was coming in, looked up in horor. Instead, I saw nobody in the room with me, and no indication that there had been anybody with me. It was just me, wearing a ripped shirt, my tits pulled out of my bra, and my pants pulled down to my knees, cum still dripping down my face.
Daddy was gone
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n6lygu/in_the_shadows_mf_noncon_public