Sarah had a dirty little secret. She never told anyone about it and would be mortified if the secret ever got out. She had a job, an apartment, and couldn’t afford that. She couldn’t help but obsess about her secret, daydream and think all day long. Long meetings were the worst, her mind wandering and thinking. Her body would become flushed and her clit would throb and she’d find herself growing wetter the longer the meeting happened.
She was very nervous around men. She felt a dichotomy of emotions around them. She felt small, powerless, helpless. She felt fear, and arousal. She liked that she felt this way, and couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if one were to grab her one day and bend her over the conference room table. She felt jealous when other women complained of being catcalled. She’d love the attention – but she was always described as homely. Petite, with long hair and a slim build left her active and fit but disappointed when men turned their attentions from her body to a buxom woman spilling out of the front of her shirt.
Sarah wasn’t exactly sure of when this fantasy started, but she desperately wanted it to happen. She wanted to be raped. Again and again and again. Strange men in the elevator standing a bit too close made her tingle with excitement and filled with dread. She always felt opposing emotions and this ofter left her drained at the end of the day. A man steps too closely, she can smell his aftershave. He’s right there, pressing against her on the subway and she jumps when he moves his hands. Her mind is screaming out for him to reach forward, to grab her, clench a fist full of her hair between his fingers and shove her towards a dark isolated corner somewhere, but she’s disappointed. The man scratches his nose and walks away, and she’s left with an empty vacuum, the tensions and anticipations draining slowly and replaced with disappointment.
She took pains to dress appropriately yet enticingly. She wore lots of tight pencil skirts to show off what curves she had. For a while she went commando and hoped that the lack of panty lines would snare a man to act out and take her, but she discovered she got more attention from men wearing panties, where the panty lines were obvious. She wore padded push up bras with just a hint of cleavage, with button down shirts that yield the careful observer an eyeful when she bent over. She took care to be touchy with me and smile, and yet none of them were ever bold enough to take her. She had literally screamed one night frustrated that she couldn’t figure out how to bait a man into unleashing his primal instincts and making her his toy.
This time, she was determined to make a lasting impression. There was a company picnic at a water park, a moral boosting event. Sarah had agonized over the bikini she was going to wear. She’d take no coverup this time, and her ass was mostly covered, but these bikini bottoms had a habit of sliding up her ass. She made sure the top was barely padded to reveal her erect nipples when she got out of the water. She spent the day with various men and their frumpy wives they Brought along, reveling in the lingering glances they gave her when they thought their wives weren’t looking. She paid attention to a water slide that had a near vertical drop – feigning shock and surprise when her top rode up and exposed her breasts to a couple interns there for the summer. She apologized, blushing with real embarrassment but quickly became aroused from their leers. One of them smiled at her and stared unabashedly at her nipples straining thru the thin material of her bikini top. Goosebumps rippled down Sarah’s skin as she pretended not to notice this young intern staring at her nearly naked body. She smiled at him, doing her best to act like she didn’t know her ass hung out of her bottoms and her nipples strained against her top. She walked away, slowly, trying to see if he was following her. She meandered around, hoping he had decided to follow and get more of a view. She spied an out of the way bathroom near the back of the park and shivered as she decided to truly test this young guy out.
She entered the dim bathroom, bare wet feet slapping against the moist concrete. She slowly opened the creaking and groaning stall door and sat down, really having to pee. She strained to hear over the noise of her stream flowing into the toilet but couldn’t make out anything. She felt so alone, so vulnerable sitting in the isolated dark bathroom, her bottoms around her ankles and just a few millimeters of thing fabric covering her breasts. She throbbed from head to toe, with each beat of her heart. Her mouth was dry and she felt her clit throbbing. She was so horny and so scared all at the same time. She counted to ten, and then pulled her bottoms up very slowly. Her lower back spasmed and she took deep regular breaths to calm down. She felt a little let down and disappointed. He was cute, looked like he had a nice package from the way his trunks clung to him wetly, and he had obviously spent some time in a gym. She slowly left the stall, letting it bang shut and she shuffled towards the sink to wash her hands when she felt thick arms grab her and shove her into the half open stall.
Her head hit the door and she was stunned. She wasn’t able to fully process what had happened before strong hands grabbed a fist of her hair and yanked her head back. Another large hand clamped down over her mouth and she felt warm breath on her ear. “Don’t you make a sound you filthy little cunt… or I’ll hurt you…” to Emphasize his point, he let the hand loose from her mouth and let it roam, stopping over a perky small breast and squeezing painfully. She cried out at this, and earned a sharp slap across her face…
Goosebumps rippled down Sarah’s skin as she pretended not to notice this young intern staring at her nearly naked body. She smiled at him, doing her best to act like she didn’t know her ass hung out of her bottoms and her nipples strained against her top. She walked away, slowly, trying to see if he was following her. She meandered around, hoping he had decided to follow and get more of a view. She spied an out of the way bathroom near the back of the park and shivered as she decided to truly test this young guy out.
She entered the dim bathroom, bare wet feet slapping against the moist concrete. She slowly opened the creaking and groaning stall door and sat down, really having to pee. She strained to hear over the noise of her stream flowing into the toilet but couldn’t make out anything. She felt so alone, so vulnerable sitting in the isolated dark bathroom, her bottoms around her ankles and just a few millimeters of thing fabric covering her breasts. She throbbed from head to toe, with each beat of her heart. Her mouth was dry and she felt her clit throbbing. She was so horny and so scared all at the same time. She counted to ten, and then pulled her bottoms up very slowly. Her lower back spasmed and she took deep regular breaths to calm down. She felt a little let down and disappointed. He was cute, looked like he had a nice package from the way his trunks clung to him wetly, and he had obviously spent some time in a gym. She slowly left the stall, letting it bang shut and she shuffled towards the sink to wash her hands when she felt thick arms grab her and shove her into the half open stall.
Her head hit the door and she was stunned. She wasn’t able to fully process what had happened before strong hands grabbed a fist of her hair and yanked her head back. Another large hand clamped down over her mouth and she felt warm breath on her ear. “Don’t you make a sound you filthy little cunt… or I’ll hurt you…” to Emphasize his point, he let the hand loose from her mouth and let it roam, stopping over a perky small breast and squeezing painfully. She cried out at this, and earned a sharp slap across her face…
Sarah was stunned, the slap coming mostly across the side of her head on her ear. She felt him grab her hair and yank her head back while he shoved her forward against the toilet. He yanked her bikini bottom down and she felt real fear. She questioned if this is what she really wanted, if this was something that had gone too far but it was too late. She felt his cock between her thighs and realized he was much bigger than she anticipated. He thrust forward and entered her in one powerful deep thrust. She cried out in pleasure and pain as he was much bigger than she’d ever had. He was rough, and slammed his cock inside her repeatedly, using his fistfuls of hair as leverage to pull her body back into him as he thrust forward. She whimpered with each huge thrust, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter despite the fact that she was helplessly pinned in a dank bathroom while a man took her for his pleasure. She felt giddy and wanted more, and she felt shamed and scared and wanted it to stop. He thrust faster and faster inside her until he cried out and she felt him fill her with hot white cum. He paused a moment inside her, and then slid out and yanked her top off. He gave one last greedy squeeze of her breast and yanked her bottoms off the rest of the way off. He laughed, and told her “now you’ll have to leave here naked you little cunt…” and he left her naked, cum dripping onto her thighs as he left the bathroom stall. She collapsed onto the cold dank concrete floor, breathing heavily and sore. Her body, her pussy, her breasts all ached and yet, she smiled and felt a warmness growing between her legs again. She’d did it! She had FINALLY lived out her fantasy
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Sarah picked herself up, chilled and sore. Groaning, she stretched, and a pang of fear hit her as she looked around and could not find her bikini. She had no towel, no other clothing, and was in a seldom used bathroom near the front of the park. She’d have to walk to the lockers at the front of the park, naked. She panicked, not knowing what she should do. Should she wait until the park closed and make a break for it? Would she be able to get over the gate and to her car? Her phone, keys, cover up, all that were in her rented locker! She trembled, thinking of the consequences of walking thru the park naked. She walked out of the stall, not really paying attention to her surroundings and absorbed in her own little circle of hell. She heard someone clearing their throat and she screamed, jumping with a start. She looked up and her heart pounded and her breath caught in her throat. There the intern stood, smirking at her, holding up her bikini, top and bottoms. The problem was, he wasn’t alone. There was the other intern standing next to him smiling, and a man she’d never seen much around the office. He was older, with salt and pepper hair that contrasted with the shaggy cuts the two interns had. All three stood there smiling, all three had raging hard ons pressing against their swim trunks.
Fear raged thru Sarah, only to be matched with a surge of hope. First her rape, then a gang rape. It was too good to be true and she wanted it and it terrified her. She stammered “please please could I have my swimsuit back” she stammered, barely able to keep from slamming mainly at the floor. The three stood there silently, watching her. Tracing her body with their eyes, they watched her. She was an object, a human sex toy, and she could practically smell their lust radiating across to her. The older one silently stepped forward, his presence looming and intimidating her. “lets see how well she can swallow a cock” he chuffed to the others, and snickers of approval came from the interns. With a fast twitch of his arm, he had her by her hair. He threw her down on the ground and whipped his cock out. It bulged forward and hit her in the face. He didn’t bother to tell her to open her mouth, he slapped her across the face so hard she saw stars. Her mouth naturally opened and he jammed his cock down her throat. He held her face there with two fists of hair, until she gagged. Her eyes watered and she choked on his cock. She struggled and he held her there, laughing. They all laughed, watching her as she struggled to breathe, being choked by a strangers cock on the dirty floor of a water park bathroom. He loosened his grip and she slid her mouth off his cock, taking in gulps of air and panting. She struggled to catch her breath before he pulled her mouth back on his cock. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples hardened as she experienced elements of a fantasy she’d had for a very long time. She tasted his cock with her tongue and took in his scent, and couldn’t help but go along with it. She was in a submissive space and relished yielding control to him, even though he may not know it. To him this was real, and to her, that was heaven.