Just What the Doctor Ordered
Grace walked briskly toward the bank of elevators facing the lobby, her mind deep in thought. This had been the tenth job interview she’d been on this month and frankly she was ready to give up. Well, at least for the rest of the week. It was Friday and she was looking forward to going home, relaxing and feeling sorry for herself. Ever since she’d lost her job last year things had taken a decidedly depressing turn for her. Still, she plodded on.
Her interview had been at four o’clock that afternoon. Initially she started to ask for another time to meet, but figured, she needed this job badly enough the appointment time was of no consequence. She’d carefully selected a pretty pastel green skirt, topped with a crisp, freshly starched white bow blouse. She decided to wear pantyhose to give her a more professional look, even though it was summer and hot. Grace decided it couldn’t hurt. Slipping on a pair of taupe colored pumps, she recalled admiring herself in the mirror. Her chin length dark brown hair hung in soft waves framing her face giving her a sweet look. She hoped it would win over this prospective employer.
Now standing at the elevators, she waited with the few late afternoon stragglers leaving for the day. Grace had been lucky to find an empty parking space in the building rather than having to park three blocks away at a commercial lot. The fee was much lower in the building, too. She thought things might be looking up, but as usual, she was told there were several other candidates for the office assistant position and she would be contacted if they desired a second interview.
“Great.” She muttered to herself. No one noticed her whisper. It was just as well. They were headed home no doubt, or at least away from jobs. They could probably care less about her failures. A few more people gathered to board the next available elevator.
The ‘ding’ signaling the arrival of a lone elevator moved the people to amble forward in an effort to jockey for a space. No one wanted to wait for the next elevator. One by one they got off the elevator once it stopped on the garage level. Making their way to cars and vans, people drove off with no thought of the pretty young woman walking to the far end of the parking garage. It was dimly lit, and quite secluded, but still inside and that was all she cared about.
Grace didn’t notice the solidly built man walking behind her. She was too preoccupied with digging through her large shoulder bag. She balanced her leather portfolio in one hand and fished for her car keys with the other. The echoes of vehicles exiting and soft voices in the distance obscured any sound the man’s soft soled shoes made.
He’d been watching the sweet little brunette since she stepped out of the office down the hall from his doctor’s office. He hadn’t been able to get it up for months. The doctor spouted the usual bullshit possibilities--stress, performance anxiety, cholesterol and so on. He hadn’t fucked decent pussy in such a long time. Even masturbating didn’t seem to help. Maybe he just needed the right one to set him right.
When he saw that prime piece of ass sauntering out of the business office, his cock took serious notice. It twitched, itched and beckoned. Following at a discreet pace, his mouth watered watching the sway of that ass and those long legs encased in pantyhose. He didn’t have a car in the building. But seeing this little beauty, he had to follow her. Maybe she’d give him her phone number or something. She didn’t even look at him. He got on the elevator and moved to stand behind her.
She smelled so nice. Her hair was a glossy chestnut color, thick and luxurious. He could imagine it must feel like silk. He wanted to run his hands through it and smell it. By the time they reached the garage level, he was as hard as a rock thinking of her ass pressing into him. If he’d moved an inch, her rounded tushy would be couched by his crotch and his cock was at the right level. Images of her legs spread wide, leaning over a car and his cock sawing in and out of her made his pulse race. The good doctor had been wrong, all he needed was the right motivation, and she was it. He couldn’t pass this up, whether she was willing or not.
Grace reached her car. She pulled the keys out as she turned upon hearing an echo of soft footsteps. It was the man from the elevator. She looked at him with a worried expression. She couldn’t remember whether the can of mace was still in her bag. He stopped short, a look of mild frustration on his face.
“SHIT!” he exclaimed. Turning back to the direction he’d come, he shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be a motherfucker! I left my damned wallet in the doctor’s office!” he pretended to be upset. “Say---you don’t know if that exit goes back up to the fifth floor, do you?” he asked, pointing a set of metal doors near car.
“Uh—no—maybe. I’m not really sure. It’s my first time here.” She offered, shrugging her shoulders. He nodded then turned to head toward the doors. Grace turned her attention back to the car. Reaching to insert the key, she felt a pair of vise-like arms encircle her. She let out a thin scream of surprise.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch. Now, move! Make one fucking sound and I swear, that will be the last damned thing you do! Got it!” a voice roughly whispered into her ear. His grip was tight and he was far stronger as he dragged her toward the metal exit doors.
“N-no! No! Please! Let me go! Pleeease!” Grace begged despite her assailant’s warning. She struggled to get away, her feet kicking and flailing helplessly as he picked her up slightly. Pushing the doors open with his back, the man pulled her into the dimly lit stairwell. He had her in a corner. Even if anyone came through, nobody would see them unless they looked beneath the stairs. As far as anyone would be able to tell the two looked like a horny couple getting their weekend playtime started now.
Grace tried to fight as the man pawed at her, his strong hands tugging her shirt out of her skirt. He cupped and groped her breasts. His breathing was heavy in contrast to her frightened whimpers and pleas. The man paid her no attention as his he tore open her blouse causing buttons to fly everywhere.
“Ohhh…god…no! Please! Please don’t do this! Please I-I have money!” she cried, hoping it would stop him.
“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT IT BITCH! I DON’T NEED YOUR FUCKING MONEY!” he growled. He meant to rape her and she knew it. He pushed her head first into the corner, one hand shoved up her skirt as she tried to move. He kept her in place with his body. His hand found her pantyhose. He made quick work of that barrier. She heard the puncture as soon as his fingers tore into her pantyhose. The silky nylons made a ripping noise causing her to whimper again. The man laughed as he found the gusset of her panties through the large tear he’d made in her pantyhose. He grabbed the gusset and tugged the tiny pair of white cotton bikinis aside. His rough fingers found her soft little cunt lips.
“You fucking slut! You don’t have a shred of hair on your twat! You shaving in hopes of some man using this pussy? HUH? ARE YOU? ARE YOU SLUT?” he growled again brutally rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy.
“Noooo….!” She whined as he continued to worry her clitoris. He held her tight, gripping her breast as it pushed at the white cotton bra cup. He tore at the cup to gain a better hold on the mound of flesh. His fingers pressed against her clit, rubbing forcefully circular-wise. He stroked and rubbed causing her to push back against his cock. He was so hard it hurt, but he wanted to enjoy this little fucktoy. He owed her much, after all, his dick got hard because of her.
“Look at you…you are a slut! Your pussy’s wet girl!” he crowed feeling the moisture building. His other hand squeezed and mauled her tit. He pinched the nipple so hard she gave a little cry of pain. Grace squirmed in an attempt to dislodge him. He shoved first one, then two, finally three fingers into her fuckhole. Pumping furiously, he seemed determined to make her cum against her will. As much as Grace squirmed and bucked it only served to press her pussy against the offending hand. The man licked and kissed her slender neck sending shivers through her body. She was so sensitive at that spot!
It wasn’t long before she felt the familiar tingling invading her pussy. The moisture, the stretching and his other tactics all conspired to force her to cum for her rapist. The man laughed evilly when he felt her body shaking. Her small whimpers caught his ear.
“Oh...oh...oh!” she whined. Then it happened--the tell-tale trembling she feared. She climaxed against his hand. “Oh god…oh god! Nooo!” she softly cried, as tears streamed down her face. How could she come for this beast?
The man wasn’t finished with her. Cunt juices stained his hand. He pulled out his fingers and licked the cream from them.
“Mmmm…girl! You taste so fucking good! We’re not done, you fuckslut!” he warned.
He forced her to her knees, and unzipped his jeans. Pulling out the meatiest cock she’d ever seen, he waggled it at her obscenely. Grinning he tapped her mouth. Grace slowly opened her mouth only to have him shove his rod into the wet opening. The man began to pump for all he was worth, forcing her to move her head to keep from gagging. Her small hands clutched at him to keep from falling. He grabbed a handful of hair and used it like the reigns of a horse to drag her mouth back and forth on his fuckstick.
Grace made little watery gagging noises that seemed to amuse him. The man sighed in pleasure to look down and see the gorgeous woman sucking his cock. Granted, he was forcing her to give him a blowjob, but it still felt good, and his cock was nice and hard. When he was satisfied he pulled her off. He didn't want to waste a drop of cum in her mouth. He wanted it all in her tight snatch. Maybe in nine months she'd have a little 'memento' of this day. Who knew? That wasn't his problem.
“UP!” he ordered. She reluctantly stood as he mauled her tits again before pulling her to him. She was so soft and yielding, he hated this was a one shot deal.
“Please…please let me go!” she softly cried as he dragged her over to the stairs. He ignored her pleas once again, intent on sampling her to the full. He pushed her to lean against the stairs, kicking her legs apart.
“I’ll let you go when you’re full of cum! Now spread those legs!” he slapped her ass three times in quick succession causing her to yelp.
“AH!” she spread her legs to avoid more punishment. She held onto the step to keep herself from being pushed into the concrete.
The man shoved her skirt up over her ass. Ripping her pantyhose down her backside this time, he pulled her juice stained panties aside again. Gripping his stiff cock, he guided his purple helmeted invader against her cunt lips. Rubbing it up and down, he let it soak up her moisture before forcing it inch by inch into her pussy. He began with a slow, sensuous fuck, pumping in and out in short thrusts to open the cunt lips.
Grace mewed in discomfort as his cock stretched her poor abused walls. Soon, though he was pumping in and out with a regular rhythm, his balls slapping against her ass. The sound was music to him. He closed his eyes and concentrated on fucking her as deep and fast as possible. Raping a woman was just paradise to him. No strings, no cares or worries. He didn’t give a fuck whether she came or not. The first one was just to make her wet enough to take him. This was all about him now.
The rhythmic slap of flesh, the smell of sex and the girl’s whimpers were the best aphrodisiac and his cock responded beautifully. He smiled thinking of her hot sheath and that fool of a doctor telling him to take some damned pills! His fingers dug into the softness of her hips as he banged her for all he was worth. Every now and then he ground his cock deep into her sweet pussy with a twist. His hips canted in the age old movement.
The combination of smells, sounds, the grip of her cunt and the sight of her creamy ass drove him toward his climax. He felt his body tighten. His buttocks flexed. His breathing hastened, becoming much more harsh. He felt like a racehorse in that last stretch to victory. His balls felt like they were boiling. Six months of inactivity suddenly vanished as his cock spewed thick ropes of cum into the slut’s hole. His body jerked several times with a force that surprised even him.
Quickly as it started, it was over. The man slumped over Grace. His harsh breathing was slowing, stabilizing. She remained still, afraid he was going to hurt her. After a few minutes, the silence was broken as he stood up. She heard him zip up his jeans. She felt him slide a finger into her pussy, swirling it inside her swollen flesh. Pulling the digit out, he smiled appreciatively at the white jism foaming and drooling out from her well fucked gash. He pushed his finger at her mouth.
“Open.” He spoke softly. "Suck." She did as he directed, sucking his finger clean. “Good girl. Now count, backwards starting at one-hundred. If you scream, I have no problem with snapping your neck, so I suggest you do the smart thing and forget this happened. When you finish, go to your car, get in and go home. Babe…you were just what the doctor ordered!” with that he bounded up the stairs. Grace knelt there tears drying on her face, shaking and counting until she couldn’t hear the man anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she looked about. Pulling her bra back down and adjusting her clothing, she limped to her car. Climbing in she sat. Her pussy throbbed as it all sunk in. She’d been raped. Peering at herself in the mirror, she sighed in resignation. Starting up her car, she pulled off and left the parking garage. Her Friday was officially ruined.
*fin*
