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Fantasy forcedBy the time I left work it was late; very late. I closed and locked my office; made sure the office was secure and made my way down to the parking garage. I said goodnight to Marc the security guard, the young man asked if I wanted an escort; I smiled politely and told him I didn’t park that far out, but thanked him for the offer. As my heels clicked over the cement I had a moment of panic, I swore I had parked closer. The parking garage was lit, but barely, the lighting was comparable to every scary movie ever made. Behind every column I fully expected to find someone in a mask bent on hurting me. There were only a handful of cars in the garage at that moment and I suddenly wished I had taken Joe up on his offer for the escort. Finally spotting my car I made a beeline to it, I’d forgotten that I had parked near a large column in an effort to remember where I had parked. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I got closer to my car. Something didn’t feel right, but I chalked it up to my nerves and the way that the garage was lit. I had just pulled my keys out when I spotted movement out of my peripheral vision. Out of nowhere I was slammed against the side of my car and blindfolded as rough hands slid up my skirt and grabbed my ass.“If you scream I’ll hurt you,” a gruff voice hissed into my ear, just before I was bit on my neck.I struggled fighting to get free.“If you keep fighting me I’ll hurt you,” the voice growled, to make his point he pressed the dull side of a knife to my throat.I swallowed hard as the stranger yanked my skirt up over my hips; his free hand lara escort ripped my shirt open exposing my tits confined only by my lace bra. “No panties today,” he whispered into my ear, “that suits me just fine, will make my job way easier.”“Who are you?”“Like I’m going to answer that stupid question,” he growled as his fingers found my snatch, “why are you wet little girl, are you enjoying this?”“No,” I managedHis offending hand left my core and he forced them into my mouth making me taste my essence.“Lies,” he murmured, “good girls don’t lie, tell me the truth.”“I don’t want this,” I protested again“Then I’ll just have to make you want it,” he murmured as he secured my hands behind my back and moved me to stand against the column near my car, “how do you like your pussy eaten?”My hips jumped as his mouth closed over me, his tongue flicking against my clit. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and pressed my back into the cold cement as he continued to feast. I felt him smile against me as a moan escaped my throat. “You’re delicious,” he murmured softly before biting my inner thigh.I jump and know that I’ll have a mark there when he lets me go; if he lets me go.“How about your ass, do you like your ass eaten too?”I clamp my lips together tightly refusing to answer as he lowers me to my feet and drags me to my car. I’m pressed face down into the cold metal and I gasp as his hands spread my ass and his tongue probes me.“You’re going to start answering my questions slut,” he hisses as his hand cracks against my ass, “now tell me do you like your ass eaten too?”“Yes,” I manage to gasp escort lara as he goes back to paying attention to both my snatch and my ass.“Good girl,” he murmurs softly as his fingers slide into my core stroking me deftly, “what else do you like? How about sucking cock, you like that too?”“No,” I whimper as his thumb slips into my ass.“Well that’s too bad, and besides I think you’re lying,” he growls as he lets me slide to the ground.He turns me around, the cold cement under my knees; my lips are clamped together tightly and he laughs menacingly.“Like that is going to stop me,” he murmurs.I hear a zipper followed by the sound of fabric hitting the ground. He presses his member to my lips rubbing the head over my lips, his pre-cum smearing my lipstick. “Open your mouth,” he hisses.I shake my head and he grabs my face with one hand pressing into my cheeks forcing my lips to part slightly, his other hand pries my mouth open and he slides in.I shudder slightly as his cock assaults my mouth, drops of pre-cum hit my tongue and I moan in spite of myself. He’s thick and while I protested before I’m slowly getting into it. I shift positions slightly so I can sit on my ankle and rock my hips against it. He notices and chuckles.“Horny little bitch aren’t you. Like a bitch in heat, you can’t wait to be fucked,”I moan softly from around his length as he continues to fuck my face.“You want me to fuck you don’t you? Dirty little girl that you are.”I whimper softly as he slides out of my mouth and drags me to my feet. His knee wedges between my thighs roughly.“Ride my knee bitch,” he hisses, “show lara escort bayan me how bad you want it.”I can’t stop myself. My hips grind against his knee hard. My moans echoing through the nearly empty parking garage, he laughs as he pulls away and I whimper.“You are like a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”I drop my head and nod slowly; he grabbed me by my hips and thrusts his hips forward, brushing my clit with the head of his cock making me whimper.“You want it?” he teased softly as he rocked forward again barely slipping the head into my core.“Yes,”“I’m sorry, what did you say,” he murmured as his fingers teased my clit.“Please,” I whimperHe growls softly and thrusts forward hard, crushing my hands to the cement wall and grinding into me, filling me to the hilt.“So incredibly hot,” he whispers into my ear biting my neck, “you’re going to be sore tomorrow little girl,”I groan as he continues to thrust, my legs wrapping around his waist on their own accord. A gasp escapes my lips as his fingers find my ass and probe deep. I whimper as he bites me again leaving another mark.“Where do you want it?” he growls softly as he pulses in my snatch, “I know where I want it, but I want to hear what you say,” his hand slaps my ass leaving a handprint.“My chest, please,” I manage to gasp.”He lowers me to my knees and I feel him grab my left breast with one hand as he grunts softly (no doubt using his fee hand to stroke his shaft). I raise my hands to his thighs and bring them higher finding his balls I stroke gently with my nails sliding my hand back to stroke his taint and the crease of his ass. “Fuck,” he curses as streams of his jizz hit my chest.A moment later the releases my hands and tells me to count to thirty before moving. I have no idea who assaulted me, nor do I care. I only wish I could have thanked him.

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