Message-ID: <42757asstr$1054465803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: bonkgirl Reply-to: bonkgirl@NO-SPAMyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <02hhdvoaqu82slh9k1rtgtio9k57i8g5sm@4ax.com> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2003 01:09:46 +1000 Subject: {ASSM} Saturday Serendipity - by bonkgirl (M/f, humil, forced oral) Date: Sun, 1 Jun 2003 07:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge ========================================================= Hello, The story you are about to read is a work of fiction. Certain elements are loosely based on real people and real events however they've been embellished for dramatic effect and all names of people, places and other identifying details have been changed. This and many of the stories I write contain themes of non-consensual sex and forced submission along with blackmail and other activities which are illegal in real life. Please note that the real events surrounding everything written by me were all entirely legal and all people participating did so within the framework of "safe, sane and consensual" as defined within the BDSM scene to which I belonged when the events took place. I hope you enjoy my tales. All feedback may be addressed either to alt.sex.stories.d or by email to bonkgirl@[NO-SPAM]yahoo.com Adrianna (c)2003 ========================================================= Saturday Serendipity I decided to go to work yesterday to try and catch up on some of my work which has been accumulating over the past couple of weeks. It was early Saturday morning when I arrived and I thought there'd be nobody at the library - it normally being closed weekends - but Steve was there and the sight of him made me instantly feel the small chill of nervous excitement. He didn't see me at first and I watched silently as he went about his work polishing the linoleum floor, oblivious to my presence just outside the glass entry doors. A strange kind of attraction had been growing towards him ever since that fateful day nearly two weeks ago when he'd first seen me naked in the art class, itself an epiphany or sorts with Jeremy and Karl and the subsequent humiliations Mr C had forced me to endure at their hands. There was no way of sneaking quietly inside into my office without Steve seeing me. The thought of being alone with him in the building filled me with a pleasurable, tingling sense of expectation; the almost certain feeling he'd assume there could only be one reason for me being there on my day off: to surrender myself to him yet again. I hadn't planned it that way but then I couldn't deny the urge I suddenly felt to make it appear like I had. Nervously, I unlocked the glass entry door, entered, and resecured it behind me. The noise of the polisher suddenly stopped, making me acutely aware Steve had now seen me. I tried act casual and nonchalent about seeing him, smiling as best I could when he greeted me. As always with Steve, there was never any tact and he asked me bluntly whether I had "been avoiding him" or something. He was grinning broadly when he asked and the question might have been shrugged off as a joke under different circumstances but instead it simply made me feel swamped with the crushing weight of guilt. I quickly mumbled apologies and tried to reassure him that wasn't the case and began making excuses about work and other such lies. The more I talked myself into a knot, the more amused he appeared to become until it became evident he was teasing me. I might have relaxed and left it at that but the unspoken question which remained unanswered seemed to hang in the air between us. Steve left his polishing machine sitting idle in the middle of the entry foyer and followed as I walked off towards my office. I could feel him behind me and sensed his intentions. I knew that by not turning back to say something I was tacitly encouraging him and still I walked. When I got to the door of my office I paused. I just stood there, my hand on the doorknob, waiting breathlessly for his next move. I shivered when Steve pressed his body behind mine. My pulse raced; my heart's rhythm becoming erratic as his hulking presence enveloped me. I made no attempt to stop him as his hands roamed around the front of my body, gently tightening until I felt trapped in his grip. One of his hands dropped to my crotch; my pelvic mound seeming to sit snugly in his large palm; his fingers wriggling discreetly until it felt like he had a firm grip on my pussy; the light cotton fabric of my dress pressed up along the moistening furrow of my arousal. He lightly flexed his muscled arm and pulled me tighter in his arms until I could feel the large, uminstakable shape of his erection pressed hard into the soft flesh of my buttocks. Nothing was said as he unpicked the buttons of my dress; his large, rough fingers deftly popping each until my dress hung open to the waist. The tightness between us lifted momentarily; Steve slipping the dress off my shoulders and waiting until I fell to my wrists before resuming his bear bug of me. I let my hand slip from the door knob and dropped my handbag from my other; the heavy bag making a dull thud as it hit the floor; my dress falling after it and lightly parachuting to the floor around my ankles. I found it increasingly difficult to breathe, not just because of his tight grip around me but because of the swirling haze of dizzy arousal that clouded my mind. I gasped and squirmed, trying not to be overly enthusiastic as Steve forced my panties down from my hips. The sensations of the starched drill cotton of his coveralls against my bare bottom felt thrilling; the bulge in front of them bumping teasingly against my swollen, moist pussy lips as I bent slightly to shimmy free of my panties. I pressed back against it reveling in the brief moment I imagined it free and deeply inside me. Steve's fingers effortlessly unhitched the clip of my bra and, like a magician pulling a table cloth, stripped it off my arms with one quick downward movement. It felt so good; so liberating to be totally naked in his arms. He began whispering to me; his voice hot and wet on the back of my neck then moving close to my ear to tell me in no uncertain terms who much he would enjoy "fucking" me. I could feel him wrestling with the buttons of his fly and a moment later the frightening sensations of the blunt head of his cock stabbing blindly at the undersides of my buttocks. I felt a rush of mixed emotions when I felt his cock slip up into the sensitive crater of my anus. It was a feeling entirely different from the dildos that had been in the same place. This felt large and hot; dangerously alive; menacing in the way it just sat there threatening to impale me. I started resisting, saying "no" over and over; I wanted him to take me but not like that. But the more I protested the more Steve stimulated my clitoris, making me squirm in his arms. I could feel his cock swelled full between my ass cheeks, no doubt even more inflamed by my resistance; inflamed with an eagerness to force itself inside me. Steve's mauling of my nakedness stopped just long enough for him to suddenly spin me around, forcing me onto my knees by pushing down on my shoulders. There was no doubt in my mind what he wanted from me but I was reluctant to open my mouth until he grabbed me roughly by the hair. I started to beg him not to hurt me but he seized the opportunity of my opened mouth and, holding my head securely between his hands, forced his cock into my mouth. Unlike the other day, he energetically pumped my face; the massive head of his cock filling my mouth completely and almost choking me. Mercilessly, he pulled me by my hair, forcing me to suck like my life depended on it. It was terrifying and yet still I found myself not wanting to hurt him with my teeth as the reflex swallowing action caused the muscles in my cheeks to clamp tightly around the knob of his cock. It was all over almost before it began. After less than a minute of being orally raped by him he suddenly withdrew; his cock still glistening with my saliva and seeming to hang in the air in front of my face before unexpectedly erupting and showering me with his filthy, hot slimy jism. I instinctively flinched and tried to turn my head away, but he held me tight jabbing my face and hair with his pulsating cock until I was awash with his juices. I remember looking up at him; at the disturbing grimace of pleasure twisting his face. He only said one thing - "that's better" - before tucking his now half erect cock back into the front of his coveralls and rebuttoning them. It wasn't until a few minutes later, after he returned to his polishing machine, that I got myself into the bathroom and saw just how disgusting I looked - make up blurred and mixed with his dried cum; hair discheveled and matted with a goo that was impossible to wash clean. I cleaned myself up as best I could and then returned, hoping to find Steve still in the building. He wasn't, as far as I could see, and so I took myself still naked down between the library shelves and, lying on the floor with my legs spread; feet resting on the shelves either side of the narrow aisle, and frigged my excited clitoris furiously until I orgasmed with such an intensity I started to sob and call out his name... Postscript: Despite orgasming like that my body refused to calm from the highly charged emotional state which kept me distracted for the rest of the day. I sat naked in my office until about lunchtime, hoping that Steve might return and even did some practice sucking my large black latex dildo, as per Mr C's ongoing instructions in cocksucking lessons. But alas, he never returned. As a final parting gesture; something to keep me reminded of the humiliating experience; I went into my boss Jeff's office and hid my panties behind one of the large art catalogs on the top shelf of his bookcase... -- ser-en-dip-i-ty (n) The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident. "Serendip is not reached by plotting a course for it. Instead you must set out in good faith and lose your bearings serendipitously" - from The Sinbad Saga http://profiles.yahoo.com/bonkgirl -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+