Rape Stories.

My name is Tabitha. The firm I work for sent me to Baltimore on business. The 2nd night there I was dining in the hotel restaurant when the hostess approached my table.

"Our tables are full up right now and those three women standing by the door asked if I would inquire about their dining with you. I think they’re tired of waiting on a table," she said laughingly.

I looked over at the three women she pointed out to me. All three were attractive, well dressed, business women. Or they appeared to be by their dress.

"Why not, I told the hostess. I haven’t had a decent personal conversation since I left Indiana."

The three introduced themselves to me as they were seating themselves. Susan, Rachel, and Megan. We made some small talk, like where you from, where do you work, but they pretty much talked to each other and ignored me. This was a little frustrating but I made the best of it.

As we were leaving the dining room Susan, or I think it was Susan, asked me if I was staying at the hotel. I told her I was and she asked if I wanted to join them for a drink later.

"Sure, I told her. Anything to get me out of my hotel room."

She then ask me my room number so they could call me when they got ready to go to the bar. I gave her my room number.

About an hour later there was a knock on my door. It was the three woman I had dined with. I invited them in, told them I would like to change before going to the bar.

"Ok, Susan replied. We’ll wait for you."

I was a little uncomfortable about removing my clothes in front of them. I have a very nice body and nothing to be ashamed of. I guess it was because they were strangers.

I removed my jacked, blouse and skirt when I heard Megan say, "Why don’t we stay here. She looks like she would be fun."

The next thing I know two of them have me by my arms and throw me on the bed.

"What are you doing,’ I cried out. I didn’t get an answer. I started to scream but one of them stuffed something in my mouth. Now they had me pinned on the bed and Susan was tying my left arm the to bed post. Megan was tying up my right arm. I was frightened out of my mind. Were they going to kill me? What did they want? Once my arms were secure they pulled over three chairs and sat their looking at me. Susan went to the phone and ordered a two bottles of wine be sent to the room.

Finally one of them spoke. "She has nice tits don’t she, Susan said. I told you in the lobby she would have nice tits. Nice legs and ass too."

There I lay in my bra and panties, black garter belt and stockings. I even still had my high heels on.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman before," Rachel asked.

I shook my head no to the question not knowing what she meant by it.

About that time someone knocked on the door. It was the wine. Susan made the guy stay in the hallway as I tried my best to scream. Whatever was stuffed in my mouth just allowed a muffled squeal.

They poured themselves some wine and continued staring at me.

Then they did something I couldn’t believe. They all spread their legs, pulled up their skirts, and began rubbing themselves. It was like they were priming themselves. I was right but didn’t know it at the time.

By now I was crying hysterically. The tears were burning my eyes. They paid no attention to my pleading.

Thru my tears I could see Rachel quicken the pace of her fingers. Suddenly her body shuddered and sigh a emitted from her lips. She then stood up, removed her panties, and walked over to the bed. She removed the gag from my mouth. What a relief, I thought, as I took a big gulp of air. Not for long. She was stuffing her panties into my mouth!!!

The were extremely warm and wet. I felt some juices warming my throat and all I could do was swallow. Her pussy juices were leaking from her panties. I felt like I should be getting sick but I wasn’t. I didn’t understand.

Now Rachel was fumbling for the front hook of my bra. When she unhooked it my now swollen breast fell out heavily. Why were my nipples so hard?

"Look, her nipples are hard, I heard her say. Look how long they are. They must be 3 inches long." She lowered her mouth to my left breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her other hand was pinching my right breast hard enough to make me wince.

Now Susan’s face was looming above mine. She pulled the panties from my mouth and lowered her lips to mine. I was twisting my head from side to side trying to pull away but her hands clamped my head and held it still. Her tongue was trying to enter my mouth. My mouth was clenched tight. She pulled away for a moment and slapped me across my cheek. She then lowered her lips again and I submissively opened my mouth. I could feel her tongue snake its way down my throat.

Someone was rubbing my pussy thru my panties. I couldn’t see who it was. I tried to put it out of my mind. That didn’t last long as I felt the squishing my panties must surely be making. I was soaking wet as my whole body was betraying me by this depraved assault. I suddenly realized I was sucking on Susan’s tongue. How long have I been doing that, I wondered.

I heard Megan speak. "She’s almost ready Susan. Are you going to go first."

What does that mean, first, I wondered?

Suddenly it didn’t seem so important. What was important was the heat between my legs.

Susan pulled her tongue from my mouth. She walked across the room to her purse. I could tell she was removing her clothes. God, what a body, I thought, as an unnatural craving swept over my body.

I couldn’t tell what she was doing. Then I saw her turn around. She had the biggest dildo I ever saw hanging between her legs. It must be twelve inches long and 7 inches around. It was huge, un-real. She can’t use that on me, it was massive.

As she walked towards me I began to whimper. "Please, god please, don’t use that on me. Its too big. It will tear me apart. She didn’t listen to my pleading but continued to climb up between my legs. Please, I beg of you," but it fell on deaf ears.

"Shut up slut, I heard Rachel hiss. She then continued the assault on my tits. I felt the head of the massive cock rubbing on the entrance to my cunt. I began to beg again when I felt the head enter into me. My pussy was stretched to its limit to allow the head enter me. She slowly pushed forward till about 4 inches were inside me.

Now Megan’s tongue was inching down my throat. It momentarily took my mind off of the thick, long cock. Not for long. My pussy was now fuller than I had ever felt.

"Six inches, I heard Susan say. You still got six inches to go you little slut."

"Six inches. I can’t take more than what’s in me," I squealed. I felt my hips thrusting to meet her rhythmic plunges into my cunt. The pain was gone. Now I felt nothing but an intense sensation. My hips were now rising completely off the bed trying to suck more of this fat, hard phallus up into me.

"You want it all now don’t you slut, she screamed at me.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss, I cried out shamefully. Fuck meeeeeeee. Give it all to me."

I felt Susan lunge forward and bury that huge, thick dick into my pussy.

"ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG, I screamed as my body began to tremble. UGH UGH UGH," I grunted like a pig as Susan kept plunging in and out of my swollen mound. She raped me with that monster dildo!

I felt the orgasm swell up inside of me. Now my cunt was exploding.

"I’MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMCUMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNGG," I screamed out in utter pleasure. Wave after wave of unceasing, intense sensation racked my body. I didn’t want it to ever end.

Susan kept on fucking me for what seemed an eternity. While one orgasm was waning another was coming on. I lost track of how many times I cum. By now I was muttering incoherently, right up to when I passed out.

When I awoke there was a pussy pressed against my lips. My tongue instinctively slipped inside. For the next 30 minutes I ate all three of the women to climax. My face was covered in cum juice. My pleasure was total. Are almost. All this pussy eating had me wanting that big dick again. The sheets beneath me were covered in cum. Pussy juice was still flowing out of me running down into the crack of my ass. God it felt so good.

I suddenly realized the ropes on my wrist had been released. Megan and Rachel were getting dressed. Susan still had the beautiful, monstrous dick hanging between her legs.

"Please fuck me again, I heard myself beg. Pleaseeeee." I was grunting like a dog in heat as my fingers were assaulting my cunt.

They were all looking at me. I heard Susan speak. "Lets not run off just yet girls, I heard her say. If she’s willing to have this thick dick burying in her ass I’m willing to stay a little while longer."

They all watched smilingly as I turned over, got on my knee’s like a dog spreading my legs invitingly.

BIDOMINATION – Women can be rapists too!

Author, little miss blair

© copyright 1999

Another day had passed and time was drawing near for another Christmas party with the company. This time the party was to be held at my partner house. He was always good at throwing parties and was recognized for it widely throughout the city. Born of a rich set of parents who had passed away when he was young, he had money in reserve and spent it freely during the holiday season for friends and family. Parties were no exception. His name was Derek and he really didn’t need the job but still came in and worked as hard as the rest of us less privileged.

As the days went by, John Cadgey’s wife, the bosses wife, came around more and more, seeing to the details of who was bringing what and helping to insure that everyone came to the company party. She was a beautiful woman who was well aware of her charms and took every opportunity to show them to full effect. It was hard to understand why she was married to John, since she could have had any man she wanted, but married she was and that was that. Though Mary was a tease and flirted a lot, she never as far as anyone knew, ever cheated on her husband. She always drew the line and no one ever tried crossing it. She was firm that she would not do anything to trash her marriage or reputation.

I always admired that in her, though I wanted to posses her as much as any man. Her body was full and ripe at 28 years of age. She stood at 5’7" tall and possessed long legs, which flowed up to an immaculate full heart shaped ass. A small hourglass waist over which a pair of full 36 c cup breasts hung, defying gravity. A small round face with full lips and a cute perky nose was framed by long brown hair that didn’t see any hair dye as of yet. She always wore skirts that hugged her body to perfection, but flared at the waist ending at the knee. Her skirts normally had slight slits in them to give tantalizing glimpses of her legs at the thigh level before stopping at the respectable height. Her shirts or blouses were always tight at the breasts and form hugging to the waist, but always in a classy manner. Even her shoes were seductive and classy at the same time. High heeled sandals or pumps. Always with a strap around the ankles, high enough to warrant attention, but never anything to scream whore. I think that she was almost the perfect woman.

John was not anything like his wife. A beady eyed squirt of a man with no sense of direction and always ready to disgrace and humiliate a person. He had no leadership or manager skills and couldn’t deal with people very well at all. His constant badgering and complaints were a source of irritation that disrupted the work place. Only his keen sense of predicting stock outcomes and financial prowess in the banking field kept him in place.

It was time for the party and I had dressed casually in slacks and shirt, carefully making sure that I looked as good as I could and then went to the party. Derek was having a great time playing host in the huge house and everyone was having a great time. Later on that evening as the wine and liquor flowed like water, I watched as John was fixing a drink for his wife. He carefully was pouring wine and then I watched as he dropped a small pill in it which dissolved almost instantly. He then took in to her and watched her as she began sipping the contents. What he didn’t know was that he had dropped the container that he had pulled the pill from and I had picked it up.

It was obvious that Mary had a few drinks because she was loose and relaxed, talking to everyone and having a good time. She was beautiful, wearing a black skirt and a white top with red trim. Her black nylon covered legs looked excellent and well shaped, with the high heeled black sandals strapped around her fine ankles. As she sipped her drink, I figured tit for tat and put two pills in a drink and gave it to John. He thanked me and downed the whole thing while watching his wife. Eventually she began to lose her balance a little and got a confused look in her eye. John rushed to her and led her upstairs and out of sight. I waited for a few minutes then went up after. I looked in several of the rooms until I found an out the way room with the door slightly open. Walking in I saw that John and Mary were both out cold. I checked pulses and tried to wake them both up but they were out of it.

As I stared at the two of them laying on the bed, I saw that John was trying to get his wife’s clothes off before he passed out. His pant were undone and her skirt was up, but he was out of it. I started to laugh to myself because of the ludicrousness of it all. This man was married to a beautiful woman and he could only have sex with her when she was passed out or unconscious. Reaching out I took him off of her and let him slump to the floor. Then I took a close look at her.

Her legs were open wide and hanging off the bed with her skirt pulled up high enough to show off a long expanse of smooth thighs covered in sheer black nylons. I turned around and closed the door behind me then locked it. I attempted to wake her by shaking her roughly but her head just lolled about loosely as her breathing still went strong in slumber. I pinched her fingernails but to no avail, no response. Here was a woman whom I fantasized about in front of me and unknowing. She would never know what happened and I couldn’t resist just taking a little advantage of it.

Slowly I raised her skirt up, exposing her legs and then up till I saw that she didn’t wear underwear. Still going higher, I pushed the skirt all the way up till I exposed her nylon waist band. The I knelt down and breathed in her scent. She smelled slightly musky and clean. Moving around, I pulled her the rest of the way onto the bed and then pulled her legs wide apart, exposing her hidden treasures.

I eased down the top of her hose and began a taste test. As I worked my tongue up and down her rapidly moistening slit, began to push my fingers into her, feeling the inside of her warm wet hole. She was tight and it felt as if her pussy was milking my finger as it made its way in and out of her. Still stroking her with my hand, I used the other to unbutton her top. Laying the material to each side, I was greeted by a white lace bra that barely covered her breasts. Uncupping one breast, I sucked on the nipple and then bit it slightly, watching Mary as I did it.

Still no response, so I bit a little harder and then watched as her nipple swelled. It was pink and full and I played with it for long moments, revelling in its hardness contrasted by the firm but soft feel of her breasts. Soon I felt ready to take the plunge, so I undressed and lifted her legs up on either side of me. I could feel the warm slick feel of her nylon clad legs on my arms as I moved in position to push my dick into her. Slowly I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, feeling the slickness of her pussy before I began to penetrate.

She was very tight and velvety soft and slick as I moved in and out of her. Gaining rhythm I pushed harder and stronger as I felt her pliant pussy taking me in. Soon I was raping her hard for all I was worth as I watched her one breast bouncing up and down from the movement. Stopping I reached up and freed the other breast and then again started stroking hard as I raised her legs up higher and pounded into that warm wet hole. Soon I was cummin, filling the hole and having it come out to run down the crack of her ass.

Satisfied, I pulled back out and lay there, waiting for round two. As I was recovering, I then pushed her over on her side into the fetal position and began rubbing my cum into her ass. The small brown hole was very tight and it was difficult even with the aid of my and her juices combined to get my finger in. Eventually I got not one but two fingers in her ass and began to twist them around to insure that she was ready. Once done I was again hard and again I flipped her over and picked up her legs. Sliding again in between them I lifted her legs up high and them forward till her knees were almost up to her face. Driving forward, I pushed my dick slowly into her ass. Slowly pushing in and out I could feel the tightness and heat from her ass, it was incredible. I then began just pounding in and out as hard as I could as I felt the hot boiling coming from my balls. I pumped more semen than I could ever remembered pumping before into Mary’s ass as I came. Releasing her, I wiped my dick in her hair and then got dressed. I threw the pills down where she would find them and left the room, locking it behind me.

Later days after the party, I heard that she had filed for divorce from John. Sounded like a good move to me. May be she will date me sometime.

FORCED FUCKERS

Authorof this rape story is unknown

I’m forced to become my boss’s sex slave – I stand before him in his locked office as he eyes me up (I’m 5/6 120lbs long brown hair and eyes 34c25/32.   I’m wearing a pink pullover top, grey slacks and black shoes that have clunky heels). 

He orders me to take my top off. I pull it over my head and drop it to the floor and stand before him in my white lacy bra. 

He stands and walks behind me. He makes me put my hands on top of my head and arch my back. He fondles my breasts over my bra and makes my nipples hard. He caresses my breasts and belly for a few minutes then trails his hands around to my ass and squeezes it over my slacks. 

He reaches slowly around my waist,undoes my pants and lowers the zipper even slower. I feel the pants go slack around my hips and then they slide down my legs puddling around my ankles exposing my white panties to him. He kneels and unties my shoes taking them off one at a time while I support myself with a hand on his shoulder. He makes me step out of my slacks and tosses them into a corner. 

He walks around me again looking at me in just my underwear and white ankle socks. He picks up a pair of scissors from his desk. Carefully he pulls and tugs my right bra cup away from my breast. He cuts the cup out and lets it snap back over my now exposed tit. He does the same to the other cup. Im crying lightly now as waves of shame and humiliation over take me. He smiles. 

He tugs on my exposed nipples,pulling on them and squeezing until I gasp. His hand slides down my belly and he cups my pussy over the thin cotton of my panties. He strokes me down there,his other hand goes to my hair. He pulls my hair back arching my neck while rubbing the gusset of my panties. Helplessly I feel myself grow damp. He feels it through my panties and laughs out loud. 

He calls me his slut… whore and bitch. He makes me call myself his slut… whore and bitch. I squirm and say the words as he strokes and fondles me. He tugs at the waistband of my panties and looks inside them. He lets the waistband snap back then pulls them out again from the back. He peeks at my ass and lets the band snap back again. Gently he grabs the waistband at both sides and pulls my panties down. He taps my ankles and makes me step out of them. 

He puts the panties to my face and makes me lick and suck the crotch while I stand there in nothing but my little white socks and cupless bra,legs spread like a shameless whore. He forces me to the window and has me lean against it palms raised above my head and on the glass. I wonder if people across the street are watching. 

He pushes my legs farther apart and I hear him removing his pants. His hands are on my back again trailing all over my skin. He slides a finger to my pubes and works it in and out. I writhe and squirm as it penetrates me. He slips his finger out now wet with my juice and slides it up my puckered ass. He works it in my ass while I push myself against the cool glass streaking the pane with my tears and pussy juice. 

He seizes my hips and I feel his cock at my pussy. He enters me from behind and slams himself inside me pushing me hard against the glass. He fucks me hard sliding his cock in and out. Im covered in sweat, gasping,shaking and moaning as he rapes me. 

After a while of this he pulls out of me. i feel his hand grab me by the hair and he guides me to his desk. He bends me over it and parts my legs again. His finger goes to my pussy… then my mouth. He makes me lick my juices and soak his fingers. He takes his hand from my mouth finally and works the wet fingers in my ass. Again he makes me lick them clean. 

He grabs my hips again and I feel his cock at the entrance to my ass. I grab the sides of the desk and hold on my face set in a tight grimace as I know whats coming. He put his cock to my tight little opening and thrusts it hard up inside me. 

He rapes my ass hard slamming me into the desk. His hands hurry to pull at my hair forcing my head back and making me arch as he takes me. He thrusts repeatedly one hand in my hair the other squeezing my tits over my ruined bra,pinching my nipples. 

Finally his hands go to my hips and with a huge thrust I feel him start to cum inside me. He collapses on top of me and we both pant gasping for breathe. 

He pulls out of me and forces me to my knees. He makes me lick his cock clean,his hands in my hair the entire time. He pushes me to the floor and sits in his chair watching me as I gasp for air,shaking and weeping. 

After a while he rises and comes over to me standing above me hands on hips. He reaches to the desk and brings me a bottle of water. He makes me drink it all,his hands toying with my tits as I guzzle it. 

When I finish he pulls me to my feet by my hair and has me stand legs spread over the waste basket. He makes me squat and orders me to pee. I want to resist but the hand in my hair tightens and I comply. it takes me a few minutes but finally I feel it building inside me. I pee for him and he watches my shame. My entire body is flushed red in humiliation. 

He pulls me to my feet and starts to dress me. I have to stand passively as he puls my top on,then my slacks(no panties. . these he keeps) and finally my shoes. He makes me feel helpless like a little girl. 

He goes back to his desk and I am dismissed. 

VIOLENT RUSSIANS – That’s how they treat their women!

Glenda came in to work everyday at 7:30am; I mean you could set your watch by it. I have been her administrative assistant for 3 years. I think she likes having men beneath her in the work place, as it is a sense of power that she needs. On her desk, everyday, I have to have the days events planned, name all parties involved with the projects at this ad agency.

Her husband, whom she rarely spoke of, stopped by about once a month. He was a small man by most respects, only about 5’6 tipping the scales at 155 pounds. An artist for a modest gallery in east Chicago, his commute here once a month could not be worse, with the salt in the wound of having to deal with Glenda. Glenda somewhat towered over her husband, as her frame was 5’11 and about 125 – 130 lbs. She loved to be confrontational with people she was taller then, as looking down on them physically just went hand in hand with how she felt about them.

I could easily hear their arguments. " You are so pathetic, I mean, why I fell for your sorry ass, I will never know" was Glenda’s favourite expression to use on her husband. He would only take it, as the office sort of concluded the marriage was based upon the money her husband Roger had. Glenda’s omnipotent domineer was not limited to her husband, as I was the brunt of that lighting strike if anything went wrong in her office. My desk is in plain view of hers; the control tower is my nickname for her. Watching over everything is her way.

For a mean lady, I do have to give her credit on looks. She always has a nice business suit on, that complimented her hourglass figure. She has two exercise machines in her office and she does put mileage on them, I assume it is from the sexual frustration. " Neil ! !" she yells. " Yes Glenda, coming" I answer. " Why is it that I have to often ask to get the items for my desk that you know I need??!" I have to sit for a second before I answer, because it’s always my first reaction to say " Shut up bitch!" however, I simply tell her that I am sorry if I missed anything.

Friday came quick this week thank god and Roger came in a tad early with some paperwork under his arm and closed to the door to Glenda’s office. I could not hear much, other then Glenda shouting that he was making some mistakes he will regret. " I dare you to you little fucker" was another lovely shout out to her pie hole as Roger opened the office door and left. Even after a good 30 minutes after Roger left the building, Glenda was pacing in her office and mumbling how much she hates her husband.

" Neil, I am leaving for the weekend, close up when you leave, make sure you don’t fuck anything up" she said. " I have worked for you for three years Glenda, have you had to worry about that before?" I asked. Glenda leans over my desk and has her nose four inches from my face and just louder then a whisper says " Just remember, you DO work for me and its because you limit your fuck ups, that’s why I allow you in the building everyday, lets not forget that little man"

At this point I had to find out what went on with her husband in that office today. After two hours passed, I walked into her office and sat at her desk. After reading through the stack of papers, it was only a profit and loss statement for the Art Studio, nothing dreadful. So, I filed it the way she wanted, but there was already a file for the studio. The other file showed Glenda as being a full time employee there with benefits. Thought that was a bit odd, as the sums of her salary was over thirteen million dollars from the Gallery. I started to photo copy everything and put it in to a database. I of course kept this under wraps for a few weeks. Everyday, taking verbal pot shots from Glenda like every other day.

Finally, another week came to a close and Glenda was in well past 7:00pm. I thought it was time to cash in on my secret. I grabbed my file and walked into her office, which was something, she hated.

" Neil, what the hell are you doing in here?" she shouted. I sat on her Italian leather couch and crossed my legs at the knee and told Glenda to please close the door and have a seat with me, as we need to talk. She had a puzzled look on her face, but surprisingly complied. Glenda walked over to the couch, all the while I am checking out her new suit.

The burgundy two-piece suit, flared skirt with a zipper front top and as she walked you could catch glimpses of her flat tummy. Glenda plopped down as if to be annoyed by invasion of her space.

" What already?" she asked.

I did not beat around the bush; I started in on all my research and went on about my in-depth knowledge of embezzling and Tax evasion. As I went on and on her face ran the gamete of emotions, finally resting in the position of shock.

" You little prick, so, what, you think you are the big man now, you want some money?? Fine, how much?" . She asked.

I walked over to the door and locked it. When I turned around and said, " I don’t want money you little bitch, I want you to do what I want" .

The colour left her face, as she did not see that coming. " First thing to do, unzip your shirt and take it off." I told her.

Though in shock, her hand trembled up to her zipper and she slowly ran the zipper down to her hips where the two sides of her shirt fell to the sides.

" I said take it off bitch" and with a mean look on her face, she let the shirt drop to the floor. I felt my dick getting hard, because holy shit, she had some big tits. I walked over to her and slowly walked behind her and pulled the tag tight on her bra and read " 36D" and I commented to her, " nice size tits you have…bitch" .

Glenda started in with " Listen her you little fucker…"

I yelled shut up! And interrupted her. I put my hand on her hips standing over her shoulder looking down at her cleavage. You have a front clasp on your bra, let those big tits out and not one more word out of your mouth or I turn you in to the IRS and the police AND the paper.

Her bottom lip began to tremble as her shaking hand grabbed the clasp and her breasts fell free of there constraints. I immediately cupped both breasts and played with them. I whispered in her ear, you have nice tits…but I have had better"

" Give me a break, my tits are perfect.." Grabbing her tits tightly and her letting out a whimper due to pain " shut up I told you, now get on your knees."

The pain I just inflicted on her huge tits really hit home with her that this was not a situation she could get out of. Now, just wearing her flared skirt, she dropped to her knees. I walked in front of her and told her to take out my dick.

" I don’t do this, oral sex is gross" she stated. I reached down and grabbed her right tit and twisted the nipple and yelled out in pain again " OK OK ok, she gently passed her hand over my cock and began to unzip my pants.

My cock is average, about 8 inches rock hard and it was now in her hand. She took a deep breath and began to bob up and down on it sucking noises coming from her mouth. I could tell she had not done this much, so I grabbed the back of her head and helped her pound. away. Every other pound I was able to get down her throat and she would gag. I loved raping her mouth!

" How does it feel to have a Dick in your mouth you loud mouth pushy bitch!?"

She mumbled something but my dick covered her words. I grabbed her hair tighter and really made her go to town on my dick. I used my other hand and played with her tits and I could tell she was disgusted. As I noticed I was about to cum, I told her not one drop was to hit the ground.

" She whimpered no-no" as I could tell she did not want me to cum in her mouth.

I reinforced my statement that if anything happened that caused me to not be satisfied, we would do this everyday before I sold her out" She gave me a gentle nod and she began to slurp. I let go of her hair and told her to keep bobbing and she did. I grabbed her tits and tilted my head back as I blew my load in her mouth. She chocked a tad, but swallowed and some trickled down my dick. I told her to lick it all up and she lick down my shaft and began licking my balls.

" Am I done asshole?" she asked.

" Do I look done?" I replied.

She looked at my dick and I was just as hard now as I was when we started.

I told her to stand up and go over and stand next to her desk. " Take off your panties I told her"

She complied but was not happy. She began to sit down and I asked, " What the hell are you doing bitch? Turn around and bend over" I yelled.

She turned away from me and bent over her desk. I flung her skirt up and on to her back. I just jammed my dick in her pussy and with every hard pound; I called her a bitch, a cock, a cunt, a whore, a dumb ass floppy tits mother fucker. I was just raping and molesting her, my balls were smacking her triangle every time I buried my manhood. I grabbed her hips and pulled her in on every stroke and she cried out in pain. She tried to turn and look at me and tears from pain were rolling down her face.

" This fucking your getting now is for the fuck you have been giving me for three years" I once again blew my wad, this time it was deep in her pussy.

As I relieved my self, I told her to get a towel from her desk and clean me up. For the first time, I now see Glenda crying and upset that she is not in control. She hobbled and limped around her desk to get the towel. She handed me the towel, and I told her to clean me.

" Since you can’t listen, get back on your knees and clean me with your mouth"

" You can’t be serious" she said, I just grabbed her by the hair and forced her to the floor. I continued to force her down my cock again.

She seemed into it this time, slurping noises every time. " I wont cum in your mouth this time Glenda" I told her and she made no reaction. As I began to come again, I took my cock out and shot it over her face. She made attempts to move her face, but I never let go of her hair forcing her face to take it all.

She grabbed the towel and I told her to keep it on her face for a while.

About 30 minutes, I let her towel herself down. She attempted to put her clothes back on and I told her that she is not done. She sat down on the couch and folded her arms. I walked over to her and gave her a smack in the face and told her not to cover up her tits for the remainder of the evening.

Her eyes filled with tears again and she lowered her arms. I got on my knees and began to suck her tits and play with them. I did this for about 20 minutes when there was a knock at the door.

She covered up and asked who it was. I smacked her harder in the face and reminded her that she was to stay topless and uncovered.

" Now answer the door as you are bitch"

She slowly walked across the room and opened the door. " Holy shit" my best friend Joe said at the size of her tits. He said nothing to her and just grabbed her tits and played with them.

" Glenda, get on your desk and tell Joe that you are a bitch and you need an attitude adjustment right now" I shouted.

Glenda complied and got on all fours and told Joe though her shaking mouth that she was a bitch and she needed help not being a cunt. I then again, threw up her skirt and told her to let Joe’s manhood out.

Joe was about my size and she without instruction from me just started sucking his dick. Nice long slurps, I knew she was doing it right just to get it over with. I grabbed some Vaseline from Glenda’s handbag and rubbed it all over my cock.

" Glenda, I have here on this paper the name of all four hundred and eleven employees here at the company. Time for you to take it in the ass on their behalf."

She stopped sucking Joes cock and told me " NO, no way, that is out of the question!"

Joe and I just grabbed a tit each and twisted and yelled at her. I jammed two fingers in her ass and pulled her back in position. She pleaded with me and I trusted my cock deep in her ass and she howled in pain, with her mouth open, Joe stuffed his cock in her mouth again. For every time I raped her ass, I called out a name of an employee. This time, the bitch boss got it in the end.

For the next year, I got my dick sucked at 6:30am in the office by this bitch and she is nicer now then ever!

FORCED FUCKERS – Raping Women is what they do!

Author of this rape story is Noel

Susan sat in the parking lot of the large shopping mall. As she looked at the department store she thought with anger and humiliation about what happened last week. She had been shopping for clothes to wear to school during the new year. She didn’t know the dressing room was wired with cameras. Two security guards rated her as she stripped and redressed. "Nice legs.’ "Tight ass." "Look at those jugs." "How old?" "Maybe late thirties."

When she stepped out for more outfits to try on, one guard slipped in and planted a baggie of cocaine and two gold chains in her purse.

She remembered her confusion when they stopped her outside the store and escorted her to the small holding room, where under the eye of a camera she was made to empty her purse. Susan voiced her innocence, but answered thier questions.

One guard, Tom, stood behind her the other sat in a chair, behind the table, in front of her. As he flipped through her wallet Dan spoke. Looking at her drivers license he said "Susan Ann Brenner?"
"Yea."
"Forty two?"
"Yes"
"One hundred twenty pounds?"
"Yes."
"Five foot three?"
"Yes" she said her voice shaking.
He flipped out a picture. "Your daughters?"
"Yes."
"How old?"
"They are twins, eighteen."
‘Please." she begged.
"What are thier names?"
"Allison and Aman, Amanda." Her voice was starting to break.
"Your job?"
"Professor at the state college."
"What will the college do if you are in jail accused of shoplifting and drug possession?"

"Please don’t, I’ll be ruined, please." Dan slipped a small blue tray in front of her and told her to take off her jewellery. "No I will not." she said. "Ok, fine." he picked up the phone, "Next stop jail." "Wait, please don’t, I’ll do as you say." Susan said choking on the words.

With trembling fingers she removed her watch, bracelet, gold chain and earrings. She let out a soft sobbing noise when told to remove her wedding rings. For the first time in twenty years she took them off, then placed them in the tray.

"Now you will remove your clothing when I tell tou to and place it in that box by your feet." Nno please, no" Susan begged. "Want a ruined career and wrecked home life? Dan asked. She shook her head "Take off your shoes and socks. Susan removed the and placed them in the box. Then crying she took off her shorts, and golf shirt. She tried to talk to them again but was soon removing her bra and panties with shaking fingers.

She stood red faced, hands locked behind her head, feet spread, Dan looked at the thick brown hair between her legs and said "Not a real blonde I see." Susan started crying. Tom ran his hands over her torso and then gently cupped her breasts. Sobbing she listened in horror as she was told to bend over the table.

Tom let go of her and she fell forward, she was told either she would go to jail or keep them happy by fucking as she never had before. She knew she had no choice. They had her on film taking drugs out if her purse and what of her daughters safety?

They raped her pussy and her mouth for three hours. She was forced to beg for it, tell them how she loved it. Then she was told to dress, but return the next Saturday.

She left her car, purse over her right shoulder and walked to the store. Tom was waiting out front for her. "You’re late." he said. "Please the traffic…her voice trailed off she was explaining to a rapist. She stared at him, anger in her eyes. "Turn around, hands behind you." As she felt the cold cuffs on her wrists she whined "Don’t please not like this." She kept blubbering in a voice she hadn’t heard in over thirty five years. She sounded like a little girl as he led her by the back of her neck through the crowed store. People stopped and looked wide eyed as the cuffed blonde woman was pulled stumbling along.

By the time they reached the holding room she was flushed and weeping. He uncuffed her, made her hand over her purse, strip and then bend over the table. He pulled her hands over her head and made her grab the other edge of the table. After kicking her feet open he told her, "Don’t even twitch, I’ll be back, soon."

In the control room Dan gazed at the image of the middle aged soccer mom, nude, bent over, waiting to be raped again.

Tom walked in. "How long you going to leave her like that?" "Maybe forty five minutes, I want her to think about it for awhile." He poured a cup of coffee and looked ar the monitor, his cock hardening.

Susan laid their, quietly sobbing, waiting. She knew it would be a long morning.

Author of this rape story is: Viper