Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The author does not condone sexual assault, and this story is for entertainment purposes. Regardless of gender No means No! All characters in this story are also fictional and do not exist. Any similar events are purely coincidental.
Depending on the response I get from this story I may continue and create more storylines.
My name is John. I am 34 and recently single. I work in an office building creating papers or origin for products that my company makes. It’s a typical 9-5 with good pay and benefits. I’m your average guy. Average height, average build, average looks. What’s not average is my taste in women. Most guys love the hot babe with the beach body and big tits. The one’s that are outgoing, love to have fun, party, ect. I myself am the exact opposite. I like the shy, dorky, quiet, weak, submissive women. As for physique I like women flat as a board & skinny as a rail.
Since I work in an office building we have a janitorial staff that works in the evenings. They work the 3-11 shift when everyone is pretty much done for the day. We have 6 of them that work in our building. Two guys and 4 women. The women had the building split into 4 sections and took care of cleaning the bathrooms and restocking the paper products,dusting, and vacuuming the carpeting in office’s and common areas of their assigned section. One of the guys mopped all of the tile floor’s, and cleaned all the glass doors in the building. The other was the trash guy who was tasked with all the buildings trash. Since my department works 9-5 I generally see a few of them towards the end of my day and have become friendly with most of them.
Ron is the trash guy. He is 29 and a run of the mill slacker in life. Aside from a guy skimming through life on the bare minimum of expectations Ron is a good guy. We had found out that we grew up in the same neighborhood and his cousin and I were good friend’s. With that in common we became pretty chummy. He would normally come in and start his work immediately so he could get done as fast as possible so he could go hide, but he also knew to take enough breaks to not finish too early so nobody would catch on to his master slackery. Ron usually comes by my office around 4 o’clock. Since he is so far ahead of his work by this point and we were kinda buddy, buddy he stops to chitchat with me for 10-15 minutes if I’m not too busy.
The lady assigned to my end of the building was Nancy. She was an older lady in her mid 60s who spent life as a homemaker. Her children were grown and had families of their own. Her husband Jim was retired. Jim quickly tired of sitting around the house with nothing to do. He was the other male janitor who did the floor’s and doors. They spent their days helping out where needed with their grandkids and worked in the evening to have a reason to get out of the house and stay active.
One day I was sitting in my office when Ron stopped by. He asked me if I heard the news? No, what news? I asked. He told me Nancy had a massive heart attack and passed away early that morning. I went down and saw the janitor crew in the breakroom and asked if they would let me know of any arrangements and to pass on my condolences to Jim.
After the funeral Jim had taken off for two weeks. I was surprised that he came back to work. He said he needed to stay active and sitting at home grieving wouldn’t do him any good and Nancy wouldn’t want him doing that.
Work had been pretty busy for the last few weeks. My day had been pretty full and I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch. Around 2:45 I decided to run to the breakroom to grab a snack from the vending machine to hold me over until dinner. When I walked into the breakroom the janitors were there getting ready to start their shift.
I greeted them as I entered the room, and in some office ribbing told them the building looks great ( of course no thanks to Ron, since he does more work getting out of work ) Ron laughed and said being the group slacker is a hard but necessary job that someone had to do! Jean said Hey John! Meet our newest team member. This is Amanda she’s taking over for Nancy and will be working in your area.
I turned around and greeted Amanda. Hi, I’m John! I said. Amanda is absolutely beautiful! She looks to be around 19 or 20. She’s about 5’2, and weighs about 85 lbs soaking wet. She’s looks as if she is some sort of Hispanic or asian descent. Dark black hair, beautiful olive skin, and doesn’t have a set of tits to be found!
Welcome aboard I said as I extended my hand to shake hers. Amanda never looked up to make eye contact with me and she hesitated at first but extended her hand. I gently shook her hand and said pleasure to meet you. I told her my office is right next to the janitors closet across from the bathroom and until she learned the building if she had any questions where something was she could feel free to ask me. Without looking up at me she shyly said thank you and moved away towards the corner of the breakroom.
Over the weeks I would see Amanda in passing from time to time. Usually if I ran to the breakroom when they were coming into work. Or I would pass her in the hall occasionally. Sometimes when I would be leaving for the day she would be taking a break sitting on a bench by the front door of the building. I would always smile and say hello when I passed her. Most of the time she would ignore me, or on a rare occasion she would very quietly say hello.
At this point I was finally getting myself back to normal after my breakup a year ago. I had dated a little but nothing that turned serious.
My life was pretty routine over the next six or seven months. Work during the week. I had a profile on a few dating site’s. I would hit up for weekend date’s, or go out with friend’s and try to meet women. It was pretty routine with Amanda too. She would pass by my office or I’d see her in the hall and say hello. Most times she ignored me and on occasion I would get a quietly shy hi back.
One day around 3:30 I was sitting in my office when I saw amanda go by. Of course I said good afternoon Amanda! And as usually it went ignored. She must have been getting something from her closet next to my office because I heard the door open. She wasn’t In there very long and i heard the door close and saw her pass by going back down the hall.
Around 4ish Ron made his way by as usual to empty my trash and stopped to chitchat for a bit. I asked Ron what’s up with that Amanda girl? Ron said he didn’t know… she’s really weird. I told him that I always say hi when I see her and she never says anything back. He said that’s normal she doesn’t really talk to any men at all. He told me about a month ago Jim was taking care of a few end of life items from when Nancy passed away and needed to take a few days off so they sent Bill, a sub up to help out. I met Bill a few times when he came to fill in. Bill was around 30. He was nice but he was a little odd himself. He wasn’t very clean, or well groomed. Drove a beat up junker car, and usually smelled pretty funny. Ron told me when he came out to fill in for Jim he asked Amanda on a date. She said no and bill said if that weekend was bad maybe another weekend and she responded to his offer with ” I have bills to pay ” and walked away.
I asked Ron if she was the same with the women and he said sort of. She doesn’t really talk much to Carol or Joy but she would talk to Jean their supervisor. Seemed fitting since Jean was in her 70s and was the sterotypical grandma type. He said Jean had asked her why she didn’t say much to people. He said that Jean had got her to open up a little about herself. Amanda was 25 and came from a pretty messed up family. She had two older brother’s. Her oldest brother was in prison for life and she had not seen him in year’s. Her other brother was always getting into trouble and was in and out of jail for petty reasons. Her father had walked out on the family with a new woman when she was 12. No one has seen or heard from him since. She had told Jean that her father had molested her when she was younger and was verbally abusive to her. She said her father used to tell her she was ugly, and stupid and that she would never become anything, and used to call her names. When Jean asked if she ever told her mother what her father was doing she said that her mother knew about it. Her mother even became jealous of her and blamed her for tempting her father. She had said that after her father left that her mother took the place as the primary abuser, abusing her mentally and verbally. Telling her she was ugly and worthless. Jean had asked why she didn’t move out and Amanda told her that her parents were very religious and raised her to always obey her parents and that her mother forbid her to move out.
As Ron told me this it was all becoming clear. Her behavior was now making sense… and I was quickly realizing she was my dream girl. She was beaten down, weak, and trained well to be completely submissive. I was in love!
I started making a habit of stopping by the breakroom daily when they would be coming into work. I even planned my workday around ensuring that i could take a break and be in the breakroom to see her. I would talk with them joke around and try to get her involved. She would usually just sit in the chair closest to a corner. I would get her to laugh and smile by saying something funny but she would never engage in the conversation. This went on for about 3 months and I got nowhere.
My dating life had been pretty dull. Dates were routine. Dinner, movie, or drink’s. Maybe mini golf or something then either they or I would lose interest. I had a few hookup girls but even they were hit or miss in the last few months. My love and sex life were in a rut. Not to mention I was really into Amanda and she was clueless to it.
My boss had stopped by and told me that we were behind on a project for a new client. He said it was a new account and they only way they got it was to sign a contract with a guaranteed finish date. Failure to meet the deadline would mean they were in breach of contract and the client could sue them for damages if the products did not get out on time. Since I wrote the certificates or origin I was the last step in the process before the product was put on a truck and shipped to the client.
Management had told him to do whatever it took to get product out before the deadline. He asked me if I would work late through the next few weeks. Since I was hourly I would obviously get a ton of overtime and on top of that he said as long as we made the deadline I would get a $2,500 bonus and get the following week off paid with no loss of vacation time. This had me at work until 9 or 10 o’clock every night for the next three weeks. On top of the overtime, bonus, and extra week of paid vacation at the end of the project… a little personal bonus more time to see Amanda! Not to mention everyone was out of offices by 6 o’clock and the only people there was the janitors until 11 o’clock.
I worked into a little pattern with the janitors. They took their lunchbreak from 7-7:30 so I took mine too. They were not strictly supervised by Jean. They could take breaks for 10-15 mins here and there as long as it wasn’t abused and didn’t put them behind in their regular work. If they finished with their regular work early ( which was almost always ) they were expected to stay in their assigned area and do ” extras ” like sweeping under stairways that normally don’t get touched unless they authorized them to come in on a weekend for overtime to deep clean. They were expected to look busy in the event that a supervisor came by ( which rarely ever happened ) to check on them.
Usually every night around 9 o’clock I would hear Amanda go into the janitors closet next to my office. She was usually in there for about 30 minutes or so. Just to get my eye candy for the evening I would usually walk by while she was in there to check out her sexy little ass. She was usually over the sink rinsing out her dusting rags and putting all her cleaning stuff away. If I would say hi she would ignore me as usual and wouldn’t even look at me.
On Thursday night I was sitting in my office and I heard Amanda go into the closet. As I was sitting there I thought I heard her faintly talking. I got up and quietly walked towards my door. She always left the door open and I looked through the crack between the door and the wall that she had her back to me. She had her sink filled and was rinsing out her rags. I could hear her saying some of the most God awful things quietly to herself! Rarely did I hear this girl ever talk, but using the language she was using was completely shocking to me.
I stood there listening as Amanda mumbled to herself ” you stupid bitch! You’re such a stupid bitch Amanda! You’re an ugly stupid bitch. No one will ever want you. Your worthless Amanda. Mom and Dad are right, you’re worthless and disgusting.” I noticed she was gritting her teeth and berating herself with such anger. Though I was shocked I was also very turned on at how mentally beaten down she was. This poor girl had no sense of self worth, no self esteem and it made my dick rock hard!
Friday night I heard her go into the closet around the same time. This time I waited a minute or two. Walked out said hello which was ignored as usual and went into the bathroom down the hall. When I came out of the bathroom I would go down the cross hall to the back hallway down to another cross hall and back out into the front hallway where my office was. I basically walked counterclockwise in a square so I would approach my office from the other end and would not pass by the janitors closet. I would then creep into my office and stand at the door looking at Amanda’s ass. Again while standing there Amanda began berating herself. Calling herself a dumb bitch, a worthless whore who will never be anything. I came in on Monday and for the next 3 days like clockwork at around 9 o’clock Amanda would be in the closet cleaning up her stuff and berating herself.
Wednesday around 4 o’clock Ron had stopped by to get my trash and chitchat. I had told him that she was berating herself while in the closet nightly. He said yeah! someone else had told him she does it all the time. A lady who’s office was not too far down from mine was working late and was in the bathroom when Amanda came in to clean and didn’t realize she was in there. She heard her doing it as well.
Ron knew I liked her. I said she’s totally out in left field! But I’d still fuck her. He laughed and said seriously? I said yeah those little titties drive me crazy and we all know God gives the best pussy to the craziest women. I said she can barely fill and A cup and she’s batshit crazy so you know she probably fucks like a champ. Ron said you know she’s the type that if you asked her for sex she would say no but if you just started fucking her she would probably let you.
Thankfully I was sitting at my desk when Ron said that because I instantly pictured just taking her and immediately became fully hard in seconds.
I couldn’t concentrate after Ron left, or for the next two days. All I could do was daydream about having my way with Amanda. Thursday when I walked out to get my daily dose of eye candy i went to the bathroom. I was rock hard and needed release. I went I to the stall and started stroking myself off. I was fantasizing about Amanda walking into the bathroom not realizing I was there and when she opened the stall I just stood up put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knee’s and made her suck me off.
It did get me off but it wasn’t the release I needed. I needed to fuck Amanda to get the release I needed. Friday amanda showed up as to work and something seemed different. After looking at her during lunch I realized she was wearing makeup and I never saw her do that before. It wasn’t done very well but for as nerdy and dorky as she was it did make her look a little cute. I thought maybe she was having a good day mentally until she made her way to the closet later that night. Her usual she was in there quietly berating herself
That weekend I spend a good bit of time researching forums online about girls like her. I read tons of online stories from those types of girls who end up in bad relationships and let people constantly take advantage of them and treat them like garbage. They always blamed themselves and rarely left bad relationships. These women would let men beat them and walk all over them and they assumed full blame for it.
Monday I went into work still struggling to concentrate but couldn’t seem to keep my mind off of Amanda. At around 3ish I made my way to the breakroom. Amanda was there. Today Amanda was wearing a plain white shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. God she turned me on!
At 7 o’clock I went down to the breakroom and had lunch with them. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Amanda. What Ron had said to me last week kept playing in the back of my head. After lunch I went back to my office and finished up what I had scheduled for the day. Around 8:30 I had just finished up with my work. I pulled out my phone and begin surfing the dating site I was on. I was killing time before Amanda was due at her closet.
Before long I saw Amanda walk by and heard the closet door open. I heard the water running and filling the sink. I got up and walked towards the bathroom. Passing I said Hi Amanda. Of course no response. I mumbled loudly fucking bitch! I didn’t even stop at the bathroom I went straight to the cross hall, down the back hall to the next cross hall then into the front hall and back up to my office and stood in the doorway.
I could hear Amanda talking to herself in frustration. You’re such a piece of shit Amanda. He’s right you are a fucking bitch! It wouldn’t kill you to say hi back to people. Your so fucking stupid. No wonder nobody likes you. You deserve all the bad things in life that you get because your ugly and stupid and a little bitch!
I couldn’t take it anymore. My cock was throbbing listening to her berate herself. I knew I had no chance of ever getting a date with Amanda. I knew I had to have her! I knew she would refuse so i had to just take what i wanted from her.
I looked down the hallway and saw no one. I knew the other ladies and Jim were up on the 3rd or 4th floor and wouldn’t be back down until 10:30 at least. Who knows where Ron was hiding. He could be in the basement, he could be sitting in his car, he could be on the other side of town who knows with him. All I know is nobody except myself and Amanda were on the first floor and that was it. If I ever had a chance now was the time.
I walked out of my office and stood in the door of the janitors closet. Amanda was standing over the sink which came up to her waist. She was startled when she realized I was standing there.
I said Amanda everytime I see you I am polite and friendly and I say hello to you. You always ignore me, why is that? She stared at the sink quietly. I said Amanda I know how to deal with girls like you. When girls like you want to be a rude little bitch you deserve to be punished. Still looking at the floor she said nothing. I walked into the closet and stood behind her. She was resting her hands on the sink. I pulled the door closed and locked it. I said again Amanda, why are you always rude to me? I say hello and you ignore me. I try to include you in conversations during lunch and you don’t say anything. Is there a reason for that? She quietly said no. Well then I guess it’s just that you don’t like me? She said nothing in response. I leaned into her and got up to her ear and said that’s it isn’t it? You just don’t like me! I don’t know why because I’ve always been nice to you! But since you want to be a little bitch and dislike me for no reason… I’ll just give you a reason to not like me.
With that I reached up and grabbed the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled her pants and her panties down. I grabbed her hips and said don’t scream don’t try to run. If you want to act like a rude little bitch I’m going to treat you like one and since you don’t have a reason to dislike me I’m going to fuck you and give you a reason!
I wrapped my arm around her waist, I slid my other hand between her legs. I worked my way up to her vagina. I started sliding my finger between her lips. She quietly stood there. I slid my arm from her waist up under her shirt and grabbed her left breast and began massaging it while I continued working my finger into her vagina that was beginning to get wet. I reached up and grabbed her lower jaw and told her to look at me. She shyly looked up and I said I love your tiny little tits Amanda! I told her to take her shirt and bra off. I told her to not even think about going for the door. If she tried she wouldn’t get very far and I would make it that much worse. If she wanted it to be over quickly all she had to do was what she was told.
Amanda took her shirt off and started to reach back to undo her bra, I grabbed her hand and said believe it or not if you weren’t such a little bitch to me, I really am a gentleman. Now let me get that for you. I under her bra and slipped it off over her shoulders and down her arms.
As I stood behind Amanda with her little left breast in my hand I noticed her pussy was very tight and it Took a little doing to get a single finger into her. I asked her when was the last time she had sex? Amanda said she never had. I said I thought your daddy used to fuck you. She stood silently… Amanda, I said? This is happening because you were rude and ignored me. Now is the time you need to stop ignoring me if you dont the punishment will get worse. I said now did your daddy used to fuck you? She shyly said yes? I said have you been with anyone else. She quietly said No. Only him, and it was over 12 years ago. I asked her if she used a vibrator? To my shock Amanda asked what’s that? I said a sex toy girls use to get off. She said no. I said do you just use your finger? She said No. I said so how do you masturbate? She said she has never done that. I laughed and said everyone does it Amanda. She said that her mother told her it was dirty and that God would punish her if she did that because it was disgusting and dirty. The way she said it I believed her.
I said to Amanda then this is probably going to be pretty uncomfortable for you. I reminded her do not scream. I pushed her forward over the sink, and spit on the head of my cock. I grabbed Amanda’s hips and with my free hand I started sliding the head of my cock around her pussy lips.
Finding the opening to her vagina began pushing forward entering her. I could feel the head pop into her. Amanda began grunting in discomfort and I began working my cock up inside of her. Once all the way in I pulled out about halfway and said this is for being a rude little bitch! And drove my hips forward hard. Amanda grunted loudly. I told her to keep it down. I began fucking in and out of her and her grunts gave way to a small whimpers and sniffle.
I knew she was crying as I fucked her which turned me on that much more. I leaned forward and asked her if she was on birth control. She said no her religion didn’t permit contraceptives. I leaned into her ear and quietly whispered good! I hope I get you pregnant! Amanda quietly said Please don’t? I whispered into her ear. Princess you don’t have a choice. You’re mine now, in fact I own you and you will obey me! She quietly whispered Yes sir! I could feel the orgasm building I grabbed her hips tightly and pushed my cock into her as far as I could go. I filled her belly full of cum.
I grabbed one of her cleaning rags and cleaned myself off. I told her that the next time she was rude to me she would be punished again. I pulled myself together and walked back over to my office.
To be continued…?
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