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Subject: {ASSM} Saturday Serendipity - by bonkgirl (M/f, humil, forced oral)
Date: Sun,  1 Jun 2003 07:10:03 -0400
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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
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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

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