Helen s Ordeal
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I finished typing my last email and no sooner had I clicked the send button I was shutting my machine down and gathering up my things. Pressing the intercom button I bid my boss Mr Stevens, goodnight and headed for the stairs. As I walked through the deserted office I slung my handbag over my shoulder, wrapped my coat around me and tied it in place. I hated working really late as the silent empty office block took on a sinister air about it for some reason.
Pushing open the door to the stairs I hurried down the five flights of steps to the car park below. On reaching the bottom I shoved open the underground car park door only to be met by a cold blast of air that made me shiver. I hurried to my car that was park in its usual place, the sound of my high heeled shoes echoing all around me. As I got closer I removed my keys from my coat pocket - pressed the plip and was greeted by the reassuring sound of my vehicle unlocking. As I reached out to open the car door a hand came from behind me and clamped over my mouth, the next thing I saw was a knife being held in front of my face. My first thought was that I was about to be mugged or have my car stolen, either way I wasn’t going to put up a fight.
A voice from behind me then said, are you going to be a good girl and not do anything stupid. I nodded my head as best I could as the hand around my mouth had a very firm hold. No sooner had I given my assailant the reassurance he was looking for his hold of me was released and I was pushed up against the wall.
Looking at the man I could see he was in his early twenties with scruffy dark hair, wearing a black sweat top and jogging bottoms. I said in as calm a voice as I could muster - here take my purse whilst holding out my handbag. The young lad sniggered and said it’s not your purse I’m after, I’d just like you to do a little something for me that’s all. My mind was blank as I couldn’t think of anything I could do for him, but then it became all too clear for me when he spoke again.
Drop your bag and take off your coat he ordered in an assertive aggressive manner. I felt a lump in my throat and considered letting out a scream but the knife he was holding caught my attention as it glinted from the overhead lights. I lowered my bag to the floor, undid my coat letting it slide from my shoulders to a crumpled heap on the ground.
Very nice he said as he took in the view that was before him, now lift up your skirt so I can see your panties. With some degree of hesitation I grabbed the sides of my skirt and gathered it up as best I could to reveal my black underwear that was covered by my sheer black pantyhose.
Turn around so I can see your ass he ordered. I slowly turned around until I was facing the wall, my skirt held high showing of my behind to the young man. That’s one juicy looking rear end you have their lady he said with a lecherous tone. Once again I was ordered to turn back around making sure my skirt didn’t drop. There was little chance of that as it was above my hips and rested there on its own accord.
The young lad gave a nod of approval and a slight grin came across his face. With that he partly eased down his jogging bottoms with one hand to reveal a slightly curved eight inch hard cock that was now pointing up and at me. With my back still to the wall he moved closer to me and held the knife to my throat, he then took my right hand by the wrist and moved it to his large erection. I had my hand made in to a fist but could feel his manhood on the back of it as he pressed it home, I knew what was expected of me but struggled to make myself conform.
I only want you to wank me off he said, I’m sure you’ve done that lots of times before. He was right; I had done that lots of times in the past. Being married for seven years to a man that enjoyed being wanked off meant I was more than capable.
With a sense of relief I opened my hand and took hold of my attacker’s impressive cock. Holding it firmly I slowly started to stroke up and down its full length. The young lad moved back a little and ordered me to look down at what I was doing, this I did. I could clearly see my hand clasped around his thick cock and his balls hanging underneath swaying back and forth from my slow wanking motion.
Do you like my cock he asked, I ignored his question and just kept my head bowed. I said do you like my cock he growled, this time I did answer. Yes I said quickly. He gave a little laugh and then said, open your blouse with your other hand if you can, if not I’ll rip it open for you if you prefer. I slowly raised my free hand to the top button of my white blouse and undid it, then moved to the next and the next until it was completely undone. We just stood there for a while, me still stroking his cock, my skirt hitched up and my blouse open, then I was ordered to remove my top.
Letting go of his cock it seemed as though it sprang up out of my hand and with that I couldn’t help myself thinking what a an impressive hard on this guy had, he must be extremely turned on by the events that are unfolding.
I carefully removed my blouse as I still had a blade to my neck which meant that my attacker now had a clear view of my bra covered breasts.
They’re not very big are they he exclaimed, what size are they?
34c I said - looking anywhere but at the young man. He grabbed at one of them and gave it a rough squeeze laughing as he spoke, oh well I’m sure your husband likes them and they do seem quite firm. Take your bra off he snapped.
Putting my hands behind me I undid the clasp then removed the straps from my shoulders letting my bra drop down my arms to the floor. My pink nipples were slightly stiff and not helped by the cool breeze that wafted over them. The next thing I knew, my right nipple was being pulled and squeezed and I gave out a little yelp.
Like it rough do you bitch he hissed. No I said softly with my head down. Well you better do as I say or it will get rough.
I’ll do as you want I said in a submissive tone.
In that case be a good girl and get on your knees.
I looked up sharply at him and said but I thought you just wanted me to wank you off.
I’ve changed my mind, I like the look of your mouth, you have sucked cock before haven’t you bitch.
I nodded my head and as the blade withdrew from my neck I slowly sank to my knees.
As I knelt on the cold concrete and gazed ahead - before me was one very thick stiff cock the size of which I’d never see before, I took hold of the shaft and pulled back on it to fully reveal the shiny head, closing my eyes I reluctantly opened my mouth and started to feed it into my mouth. I didn’t really appreciate the size of the young man’s cock until the fullness of it started to violate my mouth. I was much more used to my husband’s very average slim six inches.
As I slid my mouth up and down I could feel my lips being stretched from its girth. I was surprised at how well I was coping with this new experience and just as I was getting comfortable with it I felt a hand on the back of my head. My attacker then started to thrust deeper into my mouth and I could feel myself almost choking. His actions became faster and faster, this huge cock drilling ever deeper into my mouth. My next thoughts were – christ, he’s going to cum in my mouth, something only my husband has ever done but I was wrong.
He changed his grip on the back of my head to seizing a bundle of my hair, pulling his cock out of my mouth he tilted my head back a little. I opened my eyes and saw the young man wanking his cock very fast. Then all of a sudden a stream of cum squirted out of his cock, my mouth was still open and his sperm jetted in hitting the back of my throat. I closed my mouth and eyes and tried to turn away but his grip on me was to firm. Then another shower of cum hit me, splashing my face, then another and another and another, I thought it would never stop. I forced the cum in my mouth out through my tight lips not wanting more to enter, I could feel it running down my chin and dripping off onto my breasts.
I felt the grip on my hair loosen and sensed my attacker moving back. Knowing my ordeal was over I wiped his cum from my eyes trying to open them whilst spitting out the remainder of his sperm that was in my mouth. The young man pulled up his jogging bottoms, removed the knife from his clenched teeth then laughed and said that I now looked like a real whore. With that he calmly turned and walked away.
I stayed motionless for a few seconds being that I was in a state of shock but then regained some composure. Getting to my feet I dressed myself, sperm still covering my breasts, face and hair. I quickly got into my car and locked the door with a sense of relief. Pulling down the cars vanity mirror I looked at myself, my hair with streaks of cum in it and my face still covered with white sperm globules. I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out some tissues, using them to desperately wipe away any evidence of my ordeal.....
Where do we go from here folks?
She goes home to retell her story to her husband who gets turned on by it and violates her in a similar way? Unlikely but it could happen!!!
She dashes back up the stairs only to be confronted by Mr Stevens who starts out caring for her but it turns into something more sinister.
Or maybe she goes to tell security about the attack so they can hunt down her attacker only for her to discover the two security guards where watching it all on their monitors and decide to carry on her ordeal?
Or it was shit and I should hang up my pen hahaha.
You decide.
Pushing open the door to the stairs I hurried down the five flights of steps to the car park below. On reaching the bottom I shoved open the underground car park door only to be met by a cold blast of air that made me shiver. I hurried to my car that was park in its usual place, the sound of my high heeled shoes echoing all around me. As I got closer I removed my keys from my coat pocket - pressed the plip and was greeted by the reassuring sound of my vehicle unlocking. As I reached out to open the car door a hand came from behind me and clamped over my mouth, the next thing I saw was a knife being held in front of my face. My first thought was that I was about to be mugged or have my car stolen, either way I wasn’t going to put up a fight.
A voice from behind me then said, are you going to be a good girl and not do anything stupid. I nodded my head as best I could as the hand around my mouth had a very firm hold. No sooner had I given my assailant the reassurance he was looking for his hold of me was released and I was pushed up against the wall.
Looking at the man I could see he was in his early twenties with scruffy dark hair, wearing a black sweat top and jogging bottoms. I said in as calm a voice as I could muster - here take my purse whilst holding out my handbag. The young lad sniggered and said it’s not your purse I’m after, I’d just like you to do a little something for me that’s all. My mind was blank as I couldn’t think of anything I could do for him, but then it became all too clear for me when he spoke again.
Drop your bag and take off your coat he ordered in an assertive aggressive manner. I felt a lump in my throat and considered letting out a scream but the knife he was holding caught my attention as it glinted from the overhead lights. I lowered my bag to the floor, undid my coat letting it slide from my shoulders to a crumpled heap on the ground.
Very nice he said as he took in the view that was before him, now lift up your skirt so I can see your panties. With some degree of hesitation I grabbed the sides of my skirt and gathered it up as best I could to reveal my black underwear that was covered by my sheer black pantyhose.
Turn around so I can see your ass he ordered. I slowly turned around until I was facing the wall, my skirt held high showing of my behind to the young man. That’s one juicy looking rear end you have their lady he said with a lecherous tone. Once again I was ordered to turn back around making sure my skirt didn’t drop. There was little chance of that as it was above my hips and rested there on its own accord.
The young lad gave a nod of approval and a slight grin came across his face. With that he partly eased down his jogging bottoms with one hand to reveal a slightly curved eight inch hard cock that was now pointing up and at me. With my back still to the wall he moved closer to me and held the knife to my throat, he then took my right hand by the wrist and moved it to his large erection. I had my hand made in to a fist but could feel his manhood on the back of it as he pressed it home, I knew what was expected of me but struggled to make myself conform.
I only want you to wank me off he said, I’m sure you’ve done that lots of times before. He was right; I had done that lots of times in the past. Being married for seven years to a man that enjoyed being wanked off meant I was more than capable.
With a sense of relief I opened my hand and took hold of my attacker’s impressive cock. Holding it firmly I slowly started to stroke up and down its full length. The young lad moved back a little and ordered me to look down at what I was doing, this I did. I could clearly see my hand clasped around his thick cock and his balls hanging underneath swaying back and forth from my slow wanking motion.
Do you like my cock he asked, I ignored his question and just kept my head bowed. I said do you like my cock he growled, this time I did answer. Yes I said quickly. He gave a little laugh and then said, open your blouse with your other hand if you can, if not I’ll rip it open for you if you prefer. I slowly raised my free hand to the top button of my white blouse and undid it, then moved to the next and the next until it was completely undone. We just stood there for a while, me still stroking his cock, my skirt hitched up and my blouse open, then I was ordered to remove my top.
Letting go of his cock it seemed as though it sprang up out of my hand and with that I couldn’t help myself thinking what a an impressive hard on this guy had, he must be extremely turned on by the events that are unfolding.
I carefully removed my blouse as I still had a blade to my neck which meant that my attacker now had a clear view of my bra covered breasts.
They’re not very big are they he exclaimed, what size are they?
34c I said - looking anywhere but at the young man. He grabbed at one of them and gave it a rough squeeze laughing as he spoke, oh well I’m sure your husband likes them and they do seem quite firm. Take your bra off he snapped.
Putting my hands behind me I undid the clasp then removed the straps from my shoulders letting my bra drop down my arms to the floor. My pink nipples were slightly stiff and not helped by the cool breeze that wafted over them. The next thing I knew, my right nipple was being pulled and squeezed and I gave out a little yelp.
Like it rough do you bitch he hissed. No I said softly with my head down. Well you better do as I say or it will get rough.
I’ll do as you want I said in a submissive tone.
In that case be a good girl and get on your knees.
I looked up sharply at him and said but I thought you just wanted me to wank you off.
I’ve changed my mind, I like the look of your mouth, you have sucked cock before haven’t you bitch.
I nodded my head and as the blade withdrew from my neck I slowly sank to my knees.
As I knelt on the cold concrete and gazed ahead - before me was one very thick stiff cock the size of which I’d never see before, I took hold of the shaft and pulled back on it to fully reveal the shiny head, closing my eyes I reluctantly opened my mouth and started to feed it into my mouth. I didn’t really appreciate the size of the young man’s cock until the fullness of it started to violate my mouth. I was much more used to my husband’s very average slim six inches.
As I slid my mouth up and down I could feel my lips being stretched from its girth. I was surprised at how well I was coping with this new experience and just as I was getting comfortable with it I felt a hand on the back of my head. My attacker then started to thrust deeper into my mouth and I could feel myself almost choking. His actions became faster and faster, this huge cock drilling ever deeper into my mouth. My next thoughts were – christ, he’s going to cum in my mouth, something only my husband has ever done but I was wrong.
He changed his grip on the back of my head to seizing a bundle of my hair, pulling his cock out of my mouth he tilted my head back a little. I opened my eyes and saw the young man wanking his cock very fast. Then all of a sudden a stream of cum squirted out of his cock, my mouth was still open and his sperm jetted in hitting the back of my throat. I closed my mouth and eyes and tried to turn away but his grip on me was to firm. Then another shower of cum hit me, splashing my face, then another and another and another, I thought it would never stop. I forced the cum in my mouth out through my tight lips not wanting more to enter, I could feel it running down my chin and dripping off onto my breasts.
I felt the grip on my hair loosen and sensed my attacker moving back. Knowing my ordeal was over I wiped his cum from my eyes trying to open them whilst spitting out the remainder of his sperm that was in my mouth. The young man pulled up his jogging bottoms, removed the knife from his clenched teeth then laughed and said that I now looked like a real whore. With that he calmly turned and walked away.
I stayed motionless for a few seconds being that I was in a state of shock but then regained some composure. Getting to my feet I dressed myself, sperm still covering my breasts, face and hair. I quickly got into my car and locked the door with a sense of relief. Pulling down the cars vanity mirror I looked at myself, my hair with streaks of cum in it and my face still covered with white sperm globules. I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out some tissues, using them to desperately wipe away any evidence of my ordeal.....
Where do we go from here folks?
She goes home to retell her story to her husband who gets turned on by it and violates her in a similar way? Unlikely but it could happen!!!
She dashes back up the stairs only to be confronted by Mr Stevens who starts out caring for her but it turns into something more sinister.
Or maybe she goes to tell security about the attack so they can hunt down her attacker only for her to discover the two security guards where watching it all on their monitors and decide to carry on her ordeal?
Or it was shit and I should hang up my pen hahaha.
You decide.
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