-Warning- This may trigger you. This is a work of fiction and does not endorse anything illegal. This is fantasy/role play and involves non-consensual consent. This was written by request. Thank you.
Kate was a quiet, mousy woman who seemed unaware of her beauty. Men had always showed interest in her, but her crippling shyness kept her at home on the weekends, reading books or watching movies, curled up with her dog instead of a man. She’d had men before – they had never given her any pleasure. A “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” type of sexual encounter was the only thing she’d known from her selfish previous lovers.
She had one sexual outlet, and it was her darkest, most shameful secret that she would never tell anyone – she liked to act out erotic fictions with strangers online.
Obscuring her face she would meet men online and talk to them until she had discerned that they could play the role. Then, she’d send them her most recent favorite erotica and the role they would play.
“A gorgeous, sexy woman like you, all home alone?” said Mr. J, her most recent online companion. “Well what if a man were to break in right now? Do you think he’d be able to control himself if he walked in and saw you in your lacy lingerie? He wouldn’t waste a minute in getting between those pouty red lips of yours. Fuck, Anna… I want you so badly. Can’t we meet in person?”
Anna was the name she used online – Anastasia, to be exact. She chose it for the 50 Shades of Grey reference. She longed to be ravished and used, pinned down, hurt.
“You know I can’t do that, Mr. J. Let’s get back to the story?”
“No. I’m tired of being teased. Every night we talk like this, but you never even take off your panties or masturbate in front of me, let alone watch me get myself off. I’m tired of sitting here turning you on and being left with blue balls.”
“Mr. J, please -”
He was starting to get nasty. They often did, after they find out that despite her racy outfit and erotic desires, she was still too reserved and shy to go beyond simply talking about her fantasies.
“Please nothing, baby. I’ve got enough information about you. I downloaded a program that tracks your IP address. I’m gonna find you. I’m gonna come to your house and hold you down and fuck you. I’m gonna grab your throat and pin your arms down and leave you helpless and squirming, begging me to stop, but I’ll just cover your mouth and keep destroying your pus-”
She slammed the laptop shut. She knew he was bluffing, she’d taken all the proper precautions not to give away her location or identity and make sure she was untraceable. Still, his threatening words left a chill creeping up her spine and she suddenly felt very vulnerable sitting in her black lacy underwear alone in her house. She crossed her arms and shivered, and headed up to bed.
The next day Kate arrived to work 26 minutes late. She’d gotten up early enough but her Dog escaped at the last minute and she’d had to chase him down the road, the swift little bugger. She was called into the office of Daniel Livingstone, her boss.
“Kate,” he boomed. He was a large man, not overweight, but very big-boned. He towered over her, and as he reached over to shake her hand good morning, her small hand was completely enveloped in his. He peered into her eyes piercingly.
“I’m not here to discipline you for being late. I know it happens from time to time. But you missed a very important call from a big client, who has now moved to our competitors because he couldn’t get hold of us this morning.”
“Oh, my god!” Kate was struck with remorse.
She had just cost the company money. “I’m so sorry Daniel, is there anything I can do?”
He looked at her wide eyes, filled with concern and a hint of fear. His cock twitched in his pants a little. He had taken notice of her the moment she started working here two years ago. She was always so shy and polite, and she was exactly the type of woman he loved to dominate – the type that didn’t know how to say no, or was too polite to say when something hurt. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to pin her down and dominate her. Every day, every time she walked through that office door, his mind would swim with fantasies of her. He didn’t know how much longer he could take it. Daniel had to do something about this soon.
“Well, yes. There is.” He watched her look down and fidget with her nails. “You can stay here late and help me with this filing.” He knew everyone hated filing. It was the receptionist’s job, but she had called in sick and the temp didn’t know enough to do it.
“Oh – ok.” Kate sighed. Her evening of trying to find a new raunchy online partner had just turned into a night of alphabetizing and paper cuts.
That evening, Kate sat on the ground in the filing room surrounded by papers that she was sorting into different piles. Daniel approached to ask her if she wanted a coffee, but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her bent over, on her knees, her grey pencil skirt tight around her firm ass. It had ridden up a little, and he saw a hint of lace – her nylon stockings only went to mid-thigh. That was one of his favourite outfits on a woman. He stood quietly behind her, watching her lean forward, her ass rising as she sorted a pile of papers, only to sit back down again on her haunches.
“Well.” He cleared his throat. Kate startled and turned around, suddenly jumping to her feet.
“You scared me!” she was confused by the look in his eyes.
“Is that what I think it is? Are you wearing thigh-high stockings?”
Kate was puzzled, and suddenly felt a little afraid. “Well – yes, I find them more comfortable than the ones that go all the way up -” She lost her train of thought as he suddenly stepped closer to her.
“Kate, I don’t think that’s office appropriate. I think you’re a naughty little girl and that you want to tease me, all bent over like that, your firm ass in the air.”
She was suddenly frightened of him. He had been slowly inching towards her as he spoke, and her back was nearly touching the grey filing cabinet.
“Daniel, I don’t -”
Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrists and twisted her around, pressing her front against the filing cabinet while he stood behind her. He began running his hands up and down her body, feeling her white cotton button-up blouse and the way it strained against her tits, which spilled over the top of her lacy bra a little. She began to struggle against his invading touches, but he tightened his grip on her arms, pulling them behind her, forcing her back to arch and her breasts to push out against the straining buttons. He continued to feel all over her body, feeling the curve of her hip, the softness of her breasts and belly, running his hand over her firm ass while she squirmed and struggled against him.
“I always knew you had a hot little body under these office clothes. Now I can finally feel your curvy little tits and ass as much as I want.”
“Daniel please! What are you doing? Why are you doing this?”
With that, he ripped off his tie and wrapped it around her wrists, tying her arms behind her. He was lost in lust at this point and didn’t care about the consequences. But he didn’t need her questioning him. He put his huge hand over her mouth to silence her protests, feeling her soft moist lips on his palm.
“Don’t bother asking questions,” his low voice growled into her ear. “This is happening whether you want it or not. I’ve wanted you for so long, there’s no stopping me now. So just submit to me, Kate, or I’m going to have to hurt you.”
She stopped struggling and squirming at his words, and let out a fearful whimper. He removed his hand from her mouth, sliding it down to her throat. His large, rough hand wrapped around her entire smooth, delicate neck. He gave a small squeeze and she whimpered. He wanted her to feel how helpless she was, how much control he had over her body, how easily he could hurt her if he wanted to. Once he was satisfied she had been scared into silence and submission, he began to play with her body again.
“You really do have the sexiest little body. I love the way I can sometimes get a glimpse of lace and the top of your breasts through the buttons of your shirt.” He was rubbing her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the lacy bra, gently squeezing. She felt a tingling down below and couldn’t believe her body was responding to this violation, but the way he was toying with her nipples and his low, rough voice in her ear, whispering dirty things about her body, his hot breath on her neck – her knees were getting weak with desire, her body fighting with her brain.
“and these tight skirts you wear, hugging that sweet ass of yours.” He moved his hands from her tits, down her stomach, squeezing her hips before coming to cup the soft swell of her buttocks. Grabbing her hips again, he pulled her ass towards him, pushing her body against his, where she felt his thick erection straining through his trousers. She gasped at the size and hardness of it, and he gave a low chuckle into her ear.
“See what you do to me Kate?” He moved his hand to the front of her skirt and softly rubbed her pussy through the fabric. She gasped and struggled slightly.
He renewed his grip on her and pushed her hard into the filing cabinet, her breasts pressed against the cold metal.
“I told you to stay still and stop struggling.” His tone was a little angry. “Now let’s see how you feel under those sexy clothes, shall we?”
He then moved his hand down to just above her knee, where her skirt ended, and began to lightly slide his fingers up her inner thigh, tickling her skin a little. He was moving closer and closer to the heat of her crotch, and her skin burned red with fear that she would be wet, that he would be able to tell that her body was responding to his touches. He reached the top of her nylons, stopping to gently tickle the part where the nylons met the skin. Finally, moving upwards, he reached the seam of her lacy panties.
“You’re so hot down there, Kate.”
He lightly ran his fingers over her mound, brushing her swollen clitoris, and she jumped. He chuckled in her ear.
“Someone’s a little sensitive, are they?” He began lightly running his fingers over her whole mound, deliberately flicking her clit, but ever so softly, keeping her tense with anticipation. Her clit grew more and more sensitive and swollen, and began to throb with need to be touched.
“I think someone is starting to enjoy this.” She realized that she was unconsciously gyrating her hips, rubbing her ass against his erection as he softly teased and played with her delicate pussy mound through her panties. She flushed with embarrassment at her body’s reaction to his cruel teasing.
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
She gasped and struggled against him, and he spun her around to face him, her back against the filing cabinet. He grabbed her wrists and untied them, still clutching them in one of his large hands, and moved her over to the wall. He pushed her against it and pinned her hands up above her head, stretching out her body and leaving her totally vulnerable and defenseless. Now he could look into her face, flushed with shame and arousal. Her big eyes pleaded with him as she struggled against him, trying to pull her arms down.
“I told you not to struggle. I’m just going to have to keep a tighter grip on you.” He ran his hand up her stretched out ribs, stomach and breasts. “Now where were we – ah, yes. I was going to see how wet your little pussy is becoming while I touch and fondle your helpless body.”
“Please, no.” She closed her eyes at his words, fearing his reaction to her wetness. She knew she was soaking down there, she could feel it. He began to run his fingers up her thigh under her skirt again. When he got to her panties, he slipped a finger inside.
“Oh, my god. You dirty girl.” He grinned at her and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she opened her eyes and looked at him with pleading eyes.
“You’re soaking wet.” He moved his finger around her wet hole, rubbing her silky juices around while he gazed deep into her eyes. Without a word, he spread her juices to her clit and began gently, rhythmically massaging the swollen bud in his fingers. She gasped and started squirming against the wall, still looking at him, not wanting to disobey and make him angry. She opened her mouth to protest but he shut her up immediately.
“Don’t say a word. Don’t beg me. Don’t take your eyes off of mine.” He commanded her, taking full control of her body, expertly rubbing her clit as she struggled to keep her composure.
Heat was building inside her, fast. The helplessness and shame of her situation was creating a fire inside her that she’s never felt before. All she could do was stand there and take it as he toyed with her sensitive clit, peering deep into her eyes, completely dominating her mind and body.
She gasped and moaned. Her whole body was on fire. Was he going to make her cum? She didn’t want to let go in front of him. This was her boss! But she didn’t feel she had a choice. No matter how hard she tried to fight the sensations, her helpless body stretched out against the wall, pinned by his muscular stature, his deep brown eyes holding hers with fiery intensity, and the constant, rhythmic pressure on her throbbing clit, it was too much for her. Her knees buckled as a wave of pleasure hit her, tingles exploding from her pussy, radiating out to her stomach, to her fingers and toes, her cheeks flushed, eyes squeezed shut as her face contorted with helpless pleasure. He kept his eyes on her as she squirmed and writhed against the wall, her body shuddering, moaning, as wave after wave of warm tingly pleasure wracked her body.
“Oh god!” She breathed.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”
Finally her orgasm subsided, and she hung limp against the wall, her arms still pinned above her head. He grabbed her hand and put it on his cock, rubbing up and down, letting out a low groan as the touch gave his aching erection some relief.
“You make me so fucking horny, Kate, watching your sexy body shake as you cum is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
With that, he unzipped his trousers and let his huge cock spring free.
“I’m gonna bury this so deep in your soaking wet pussy you’re gonna cum for me again.”
He unzipped the side of her skirt and pulled it down off her hips, taking her panties with it. He ripped open her shirt, breaking the buttons, and pulled it off her, then unclipped her bra, stripping her completely naked except for her thigh-high stockings. Grabbing her under her arms he lifted her off her feet.
“Wrap your legs around me right now.” She was helpless, she felt how strong he was and could see no point in fighting back. A small part of her wanted to know how a cock that big would feel inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him and he grabbed her arms again, effortlessly pinning them above her head. Positioning his cock at her slippery entrance, he lingered for a moment, seeing the mixture of fear and lust in her eyes. Not breaking eye contact, he suddenly thrust forward and buried his cock deep inside her. She let out a moan.
“Oh, my god!” She felt so full, so stretched out, his cock rubbing her in places no other had. He stared deep into her eyes as he began to thrust rhythmically, pressing her body against the wall as he kept her arms pinned above her head. He held her wrists with one hand, bringing the other down to fondle her breasts, tweaking and rubbing her aching nipples. She squirmed against the wall as his thick cock impaled her, sliding in and out of her, his body rubbing her clit with each thrust. She couldn’t help but feel the heat rising in her belly again, tingles radiating from her pussy. He wasn’t wearing a condom, and she didn’t know if he would pull out.
“Daniel, please. Don’t cum inside me.”
She angered him. He stopped playing with her nipples and brought his hand up to wrap around her throat. “I’ll cum wherever I want to.” He picked up the pace of his thrusting. “Your helpless body is mine, and I’m gonna cum deep inside you.”
“No! Please!” She renewed her struggling, tried to free her arms, to no avail, as he was too strong. He grabbed under her ass so she couldn’t unwrap her legs from him, and pushed her hard into the wall, thrusting furiously. Her struggling and writhing felt amazing on his cock, as she tensed and contracted trying to get away, he felt the inside of her pussy contract and relax with her movements, squeezing his cock. He continued to thrust this thick cock deep inside her, his orgasm imminent. His pushing her against the wall was also making his body rub hard against her clit, and she felt her own orgasm building as she struggled while his cock massaged her pussy walls from the inside. He released his grip on her arms and brought his hand into her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat to him. He nibbled on her helpless throat and she whimpered for mercy, her aching pussy being fucked with abandon. All she could do is wrap her arms around his shoulders and let him have her.
“Oh fuck,” he growled into her ear as his body started to spasm. Her own body had, too, reached the point of no return, and she started to shudder and shake as her orgasm crashed over her body. He buried his cock deep inside her, groaning into her ear as he filled her with his hot cum. When their orgasms subsided, he let go of her, letting her crumple to a heap on the ground. He gazed down at her still-quivering body as he zipped up his trousers.
“I’ve never seen a woman get so wet, and cum with such intensity before. Your body must have been so deprived.”
She looked up at him with a mixture of anger while also acknowledging that he was correct, her body had been deprived.
“Why don’t you stop spending your nights alone on the couch, lost in fantasy, and make your fantasies come true?”
Her face flushed white, nervous of what he might say next.
“I know you want it,” He smirked. “Anna.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/p4mobj/for_the_shy_slut_that_just_wants_to_be_taken
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