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Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is
fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings.
Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be
role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody
actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist,
or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am
always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the
second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like
this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your,
country, state, municipality, or neighborhood, please delete this
story. Thank You, trukin_fool






Sexual harrassment.

I work in a small factory, as the shipping and receiving clerk. The
majority of the factory workers are women. The office staff is also
mostly women. I am one of the few men who work there. Most employees
are hired as part time help. This is ideal for the ladies, as they can
work, and still take time at home for family and children.
I am 29 years old. I was recently divorced, and I have no children. I
keep myself in shape, by exercising, and sports. I really don't need
to exercise much, as I get enough, loading and unloading trucks.
I am very good at what I do, and the company has given me a salary. I
make the same, whether I work or not. It is not uncommon for me to
take off eight or ten days a year, to fish or hunt. Not always in a
row.
A couple of months ago, I was standing outside the building, with some
women who were taking their break. I listened to their conversation,
but remained silent. They talked about how, there never seems to be
any good men around. I sat and smiled to myself. The subject of
Stacy's birthday party soon came up.
Stacy was a married woman, about twenty five tyears old. She had no
children, although she wanted some badly. So I was told. I understood
that her husband was sick early in his life, and if he fathered any
children, it would be a lucky shot.
The women talked about arrangements for the party, and how they'd like
to get a stripper, for Stacy. Giggles and whispers soon followed, and
it was back to work. Working with women for a year had me trained
never enter into a conversation, unless you want to be placed on the
market as either a chauvenist, or a fag. There is never any in-
between.
A chauvenist only wants all that his perverted mind can allow him.
Whereas, although a fag is sensitive, caring, and understanding, he
could never be construed as a viable "catch."
Much like women, who can be a whore in the bedroom, and a lady in
public, I walked a fine line to be a little gay, and a little
chauvenistic.
I was always the quiet type. I am no brain sugeon, nor am I a moron.
I like being unattached, and am good looking enough to elicit the
wandering eye of many women. My personal life remains a mystery to
most people I meet, as well as some of my closest friends.
To be honest, I am a pervert of the worst kind. I love to take
advantage of women while they are vulnerable. I am smart enough to
understand some of the psychological frailties of the human female,
and use that intelligence, to gain control over their minds and
bodies. Mostly their bodies. I don't much care about their minds.
It is a fact, that a woman who is ovulating, is attacted to an alpha
male, whereas a woman who is with child is attracted to a loving
nurturing type.
Let me describe myself. If I am not the true alpha-male, I run a close
second. I am 6'1", 189 lbs, Long dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes.
My qualifications in the manhood department are 8 1/2 inches long, and
1 1/2 inches across. It is a rare evening that I go out, without
getting the eye, or flirtacious looks from a woman.
I'd like to think I have it all, but I have no children of my own.
This is what drives me to use women.
Back to work.
Stacy's party was set up at a bar, down the street from the factory.
It was mentioned around the plant that a stripper was indeed hired for
the evening. Stacy would love the dancer, as she was very extroverted.
It wouldn't do the other women any harm either. I kept an ear open to
find out who the stripper was. Finally two days before the party, I
found out he liked to dress up as a cop. He was blond, and had muscles
the size of Mt. Rushmore. I knew him. In fact I went through school
with him, in the suburbs where I grew up. It had to be Phil. And he
was blatantly gay. Most strippers are either gay or bisexual. Whether
they are male or female strippers.
That night I gave Phil a call. His answering machine took the message.
I'd always been friends with him, but never ever tried any gay sex.
Later that night, He returned my call. We discussed old times and soon
he asked the reason for my call.
"There is a lady I work with, who is having a birthday party, this
weekend. Are you dancing for it?" I asked.
"I'm dancing at The Lion." He answered. "It's for a Stacy somebody, or
other. Why?"
"Well she happens to work with me, and I'd like her to get to know her
better."
"Oh. I see. Is she not interested in you?"
"Well, see, uh, she's married." I stammered.
"I see." He said understandingly. "And what can I do to help?"
"I thought maybe you could give me advice. You know, on how to get
into her pants."
"I don't know." He said hesitantly. "I've never done that before. Now
if it was a hunk.......? Well anyway, let me think. OK?" He asked.
"Uh yeah. Sure. Call me. OK?"
Will do buddy. See ya." He said, hanging up.
I knew a lot of times, strippers take the party outside, and get their
dicks sucked, by the partyers. Maybe he could get her outside alone,
for me.
Later that night, Phil called me back. His plan was identical to mine
and agreed to help the situation along, if he could. He would feign
shyness, and have her wear a blindfold, outside. She would be sucking
my dick in his place. After all, he wanted to be sucked off by a guy,
not a woman.
Friday night rooled around and soon the plant was buzzing about the
expected party. Stacy had the weekend off, and her husband was out of
town, on business. What a break.
That night I waited outside for Phil to get his routine done. It was
dark behind the bar, as I heard the music play. The women were
whopping and hollaring inside. A big appause and soon the back door
opened. As we planned, Stacy was led outside with a blindfold in
place.
"I've never done this before." Stacy drunkenly admitted. "I just think
I'd better do it now, before I get too drunk to stand."
Phil led Stacy towards me and watched the back door while I dropped my
pants. I placed her hand on my hard cock and she swooned.
"Oh my gawd. It's so big. It really is bigger when it's hard." She
said as she slathered my cock with her saliva and tongue.
I graciously allowed her to run her hands over my ass as she maerrily
sucked away.
"I'd love to fuck one like this, just one time. If only I could have
it once." She said pulling free of my cock breathlessly.
Phil stood beside me and winked.
"I'll give it to you once at a time. How about later tonight? After
you get done sucking me off, You can give me your address, and I'll
stop over later." Phil groaned, in fake excitement.
"Ohhhhh yesssssss." Stacy slurred. "I'll fuck you silly tonight. I'll
be your whore for the whole night. Promise?"
"OK, just keep sucking first. I want you to swallow my load before you
go back inside." Phil ordered.
Within five minutes, Stacy was indeed swallowing a load. She licked up
every drop, and still wanted more. While this was happening, Phil went
through Stacy's purse, and retrieved her house keys. Later, she would
probably be too drunk to remember the date she just made.
As she finished up, Phil took his place as he helped her to her feet.
I quickly jumped behind a nearby dumpster and dressed. I waited for a
while, until Phil left the bar. He handed me the note with he address
on it. Along with her phone number. He left after wishing me good
luck.
I ran to my car and left before anybody had a chance to see me. I
would be perfectly innocent, as long as no one saw me here tonight.
I stopped at a small gas sation, and bought a rose. The softer side of
me emerged temporarily. I drove over to Stacy's place to wait for her.
I parked down the street, so I wouldn't arouse suspition.
It was only 10:30 and knowing parties, Stacy would not be home until
bar time. I took this opportunity to investigate Stacy's house. A
light was on in the living room, and I thought her husband may be
home. I knocked, with no answer.
I used the key, but her door was already unlocked.
"Hello? Anybody home?" I asked nervously entering the house.
There was no answer.
I checked all the rooms and found nobody there. I placed the rose in a
glass, in the kitchen.
I closed the door, and went to the bedroom. There was a nightlight on,
and it was bright enough to see the entire room.
I sat on the bed and it bounced. I thought about how I was going to
make the bed bounce later.
I opened the closet and stumbled on a box. Turning on the closet
light, I found a box of feminine pads, was the culprit. I checked the
hamper, and found a pair of used panties within. I slowly lifted them
to my nose and inhaled deeply. A slight woman scent remained in them.
I threw them back into the hamper, and searched the closet more.
Finding nothing of intrest, I moved back to the bedroom.
In the bedroom I noticed a TV/VCR, a dresser, chest f drawers and one
night stand, on either side of the bed. I checked the bresser, and
found Stacy's underwear drawer. I turned on a lamp on the nightstand
for easier viewing. Her panties were size five, and her bras were 34D.
A nice lacey selection. Under the lamp was a remote control.
I returned the underwear, and grabbed the remote. Turning it on, I
found the VCR playing. It was a homemade video. It showed two people
fucking and the woman was screaming. Begging for cock. The man was
asking her if she wanted to breed. She kept screaming yes. He kept
asking different questions as he fucked her.
"Would you like to fuck all my friends?" "Would you ever fuck a
stranger?" Would you walk down the street without any underwear on?"
"Would you fuck another stud, to get pregnant?" Things along that
nature. The things some men fantasize about, during sex.
I was astonished to hear her loudly answer "Yes" to all his questions,
as she was orgasming.
The guys butt clenched suddenly, as he came inside the woman. He held
still for a moment, before rolling off of her. He laid on his back,
gasping for air, as I noticed the woman. It was Stacy.
She had a perfect body. Her tits were sticking straight up, even
though she was laying on her back. She had a landing strip, of pubic
hair, about tree inches long and an inch wide, above her gaping cunt.
The only thing that took away from this beauty, was the cum, running
out of her hole.
I pictured myself, fucking her, and got an immediate erection. I
assumed she watched the video, while she masturbated, to help her
forget about him being gone. I would love to watch her masturbate, I
thought to myself.
I checked the night stand drawers. On what I took to be her side, I
found a tiny egg vibrator, with a small 3 inch wire on it. A small
remote control was in the drawer, with two switches. On and off, and
one was a speed control. She could have this egg in her pussy
whereever she went, and nobody would know.
I turned off the tape, and put everything back where it belonged
before settling down, to wait for her arrival.
Shortly after one o'clock, I heard the door open. I was just dozing,
and thank heavens, she was drunk and noisy. I would have been arrested
for burglary otherwise. I heard talking, and soon loud footsteps
neared the bedroom.
I quickly slipped into the closet, as the bedroom light came on. I
watched her freind Mary, from work, drag Stacy to the bed and flop her
down.
Mary was a big girl, but pretty none the less. Her tits were perfectly
proportioned to her large frame. Those tits were at least triple D's.
As Mary struggled with Stacy to help her completely on the bed, Stacy
mumbled.
"I'm gettin laid tonight. Jes wait. You'll see." She slurred
drunkenly.
"Yeah, yeah." Mary consoled her. "You get any, you'd better call me
too. I haven't had any real in a coons age."
She chuckled at her words, as she removed Stacy's clothes.
When she was finished stripping Stacy, she stood back and looked at
her.
"My, my. What a shame." Mary said, shaking her head. "If we had a man
here right now, you'd have to settle for seconds. I'd rape him twice
before you got any stuffed up your pussy."
Mary covered Stacy up and left. She looked back smiling, and turned
the bedroom light off, as she left.
I waited to hear the front door close, before I exited the closet. I
unplugged the night light, and went to the window. I watched Mary
drive away, and then made my way to the bed.
I sat on the bed and slowly pulled down the covers. In the faint
moonlight, through the window, I watched her beautiful breast emerge,
and soon her landing strip followed.
I shook Stacy's arm to see if she were awake. Nothing.
I then let my fingers trace around her nipples, and down between her
legs. She shuddered a little, and let out a sigh. But still remained
unconscious.
It was then I decided to go for it. I pulled her legs apart, and
looked at the puffy lips of her gorgeous twat. I instantly buried my
face in her crotch. I sucked like a mad man. I licked her hole, and
sucked her tiny clit, until it was standing tall. Like a tiny cock.
Her juices were literally flowing from her hole. She was ready to
fuck.
I stood, and removed all my clothes, and crawled between her legs. I
placed a pillow over her eyes, in case she were to awaken.
"You ready for some cock?" I asked, whispering in her ear.
"Ummmm Hummmmm." She moaned.
I pressed my cock to her nether lips, and sunk in half way. Stacy was
so wet, there was little friction.
I began to lunge deeper into her, as I heard her moan.
"Oh gawddddd." She whispered. "It's so fucking big. I knew it would
be. I've waited for so long. Fuck me. fuck me deep and hard."
With out further encouagement, I roughly pushed, balls deep into her.
"Unghhhh. Oh fuck. It's so fucking huge. I've never been filled like
this before. Do it. Do it fast. I need to cum." She begged.
I was afraid that she was aware of my presence, but when her hips
began to move, I lost that thought to animal lust. I pounded her pussy
hard and fast. I pictured the bruises she would have in her pubic
region in the morning. This drove me even wilder. I fucked her with
everything I had, feeling sorry for her, that she probably wouldn't
even remember this fantastic mating.

Awwwwww, I hope you're ready to blow." She began to yell. "I'm .....
I'm cumming, and I can't stop it. Cum for me you bastard. Pound my
clit. Pump that sperm deep inside of me. I want to feel you cumming
with me. Fuck me. Knock me up. I want it .....NOW!"
I began to cum at her insistance. I held deep inside her as I did.
Stacy began to breath in short gasps. I thought she was
hyperventilating, but it was short quick orgasms.
"I can feel your baby making sperm, being unloaded into me. You really
are blowing your nuts inside my married cunt. Give it to me. Give me
all of your seed. Give me your baby. Ughnnnnnnnn"
"Oh my god." I thought to myself. "She is awake and alert. She knows
I'm fucking her."
I stayed rigid as my final volley shot into her. I was nervous and
scared. I had to get out of here. I quickly jumped off the bed and
grabbed my clothes. I ran to the living room and dressed halfway. I
ran down the street and jumped into my car, hoping nobody saw me. I
raced home and thought about the rape I'd done earlier. I could think
of nothing else but going to jail, for burglary, and rape. If she
ended up pregnant, I'd also have to pay child support.
These thoughts, and more, constantly raced through my mind all
weekend.
By Monday morning, I was sick. I was actually physically sick. I
called, in and stayed home, until Wednesday.
I realized that nobody came over to arrest me. I didn't know what they
were waiting for, except that they could publicly humiliate me at
work.
Wednesday morning, I went to work. Everybody asked if I had that flu
that was going around. Nobody brought up Friday night.
The following Monday, Stacy came back to work. I was very tense around
her, but she gave no sign of being angry with me.
"Maybe she thought it was Phil." I thought to myself.
That night, I called Phil.
"Hey buddy. How'd it go? You get what you wanted?" He asked happily.
"Has anybody been to see you?" I asked nervously.
"No. Why? What's wrong?" He asked.
"Oh nothing." I said and hung up.
The next two weeks were hell. Things got better, as time went on. A
month later, I was at break, outside with the women. They were happily
congradulating Stacy on her pregnancy.
"The Doctor said, it was a lucky shot." She said. "Wait and see if
lightning strikes twice. I'm gonna try for another one after this is
born."
The buzzer went off, signaling everyone back to work.
As Stacy walked past me she winked and whispered.
"See you in ten months?"




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