0 comments/ 7205 views/ 1 favorites The Storeroom By: SpartanElise It had been a long day at work, I was tired and thinking about going home to you and of the fun we would have. I was the last one left here and had just got to sort out a couple of boxes from the storeroom before my working day could end. I sorted out the boxes, which were small and not too heavy, so I decided to carry them back down to the storeroom and put them away, always finish what you start. I got to the bottom of the stairs and realised how dark it was in the basement, a slight shiver of fear ran down my spine, as I fumbled to find the light switch, juggling the two boxes. I couldn't reach the switch and managed to drop a box in the process, cursing I put the second box on the floor and clicked on the light switch, nothing!! Damn, the bulb must have blown. I hesitated for a moment and thought, oh well, the boxes only need to go just inside the storeroom door, to the right, so I opened the door and put one box down, as I reached for the second box I thought I heard something and stopped. Then I laughed at myself for being sacred of random noises in the dark. I reached for and found the second box, then stepped into the storeroom. I jumped as the door clicked shut behind me, and put the second box down quickly. I knew I was being silly, but I felt really scared now, as I reached for the door handle in the dark, I heard a sound like breathing behind me. I grabbed the handle and pulled, nothing happened, then just as I was about to try again, I felt that someone was behind me...I turned slowly, I don't know what I expected to see, I hoped nothing, but as I turned I felt the warmth of someone's breath on my face and a pair of arms grab me..... I screamed and started to shake, as the arms tightened around me and a soft whispered voice said "gotcha!" I felt total relief and anger in equal part...I kicked back at you shouting that you were an idiot and that I had been really scared. You were sweet, but finding it hard not to laugh, until I calmed down slightly, when you apologised and said you hadn't meant to scare me that much. I was telling you off for locking the door, when I realised I had tried to pull it open, when I should have pushed it, I laughed too. As we stood laughing tension going, I realised how good it felt to be in your arms and how relieved I was that it was you. I leaned in and kissed you softly. Your arms tightened around me and you deepened the kiss, slowly pressing harder against my lips, gently probing with your tongue, until I yielded my mouth to you. I opened up and surrendered to your assault on my mouth, leaning against you. My breasts flattened against your chest, our pubic areas pressed together too. I felt my body temperature start to rise as you gently massaged my back, while continuing the kiss. As we slowly ended the kiss and parted slightly, you whispered, "Are you up for a game?" I felt all excited and breathless and hoarsely whispered back "Yes". You chuckled softly and said, "Then run little girl, because the devil is going to get you. Go on, try and escape me, for when I catch you I will take everything I want". I gasped in pure delight at the idea of you catching me in the dark and having your wicked way with me. Playing up I said in a quivery voice "No, please, let me go...please don't hurt me"...then I pulled away from you (you let me) and I ran into the darkness. As I turned you managed to land one tingly slap on my ass...I gasped in shock and pleasure as I felt my whole body tighten in desire. I ran a short distance then I hid behind some boxes, why I am unsure, as it was still dark. I couldn't hear you moving about; you obviously have the skills of a ninja for moving silently in the dark. All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, it sounded really loud and I was sure you would be able to find me by that and the sound of my heart beating so loud in my chest. I moved forward to head over to the next stack of boxes, or rather where I thought they were. As I started to move I felt something holding me back and turned as you pulled my back into your arms. I shuddered in delight as you growled "Take off your blouse, now, or I will rip it off.". You sounded evil and I fumbled with the buttons but did as I was told, realising that it wasn't completely pitch black in here, I could see your face, as you leered at me, in my bra...you roughly fondled my breasts, as I put my blouse on the pile of boxes. As soon as I had put it down, I ran again, but you caught me, as I started. You grabbed my arm and pulled me hard back against you. I gasped as I hit your chest, and you put your hands in my hair, pulled my head back and kissed me roughly. I felt your teeth grind against my soft lips, and your tongue invade my mouth...I bit your lip (not that hard, but hard enough to make you stop)... then I pulled myself from your grasp and ran.... You chuckled and said into the darkness "Run while you can, next time I catch you it will be more than a kiss I take from you". I ran away again and as I continued around the boxes I could hear you running after me. I could feel my breath quickening again, and I knew it was excitement and a touch of danger. I ran around a couple of stacks only to realise I couldn't hear your footsteps any longer. I ran around a third stack only to run right into you... you laughed. I struggled to get away but you kept hold of me and managed to get both my hands into one of yours. Suddenly I was aware that you were undoing my skirt, and then it fell from my hips and landed around my feet. You growled at me menacingly and told me to step out of it...I did and suddenly felt very exposed in my bra and panties. You took a quick but hard kiss, before dropping your face to my breasts and nibbling at my nipples through the material of the bra. I could feel my nipples hardening as you bit them. I felt my pussy heating and tightening, then you suddenly slapped my ass hard and let me go. I stumbled away from you, uncertain where to run, but wanting to be caught so badly. I suddenly decided to run for the door, so stood up and ran straight for the door. You ran into me quite hard from my left as I ran for my escape route. You laughed again and slapped my ass, as you told me to remove my bra; I did as I was told. I expected you to release me then, but you hadn't finished with me yet. You told me to remove my panties too. I hesitated and you slapped me quite hard across my ass cheeks, it was hot and stung and I jumped, but I felt the answering heat in my pussy rise too. I slowly removed my panties, and was left wearing only my shoes. You moved quickly, like a snake striking, I was amazed when I felt your hand on my mound, and suddenly you thrust a finger inside me...I wasn't ready for that and I gasped in shock. But you just chuckled as you felt the heat and wetness of my tunnel. Suddenly I was thrust backwards until I hit the storeroom wall, as you pressed your fully clothed form against me; you pulled my arms up over my head, still holding them in one hand. You forced my chin up as you plundered my mouth. I kissed you back, as my body craved the attention, and there was something very erotic about being naked against your clothes. You moved suddenly again and pulled me away from the wall and turned me to bend over a low pile of boxes. I was suddenly bent over in front of you and I felt the first slap sting my ass. Then you spanked me quite hard, my ass was burning and I was begging you to stop before you finally did. You then bent to kiss my aching, hot ass cheeks.... and I heard you lower your zip. Then you moved again and pulled my legs apart before placing the head of your wonderfully hard cock against my wet opening. I sighed as I felt you pressed so close, and I hoped you would take me there and then. It was as if you could read my thoughts, because you thrust forward and with one push stretched my cunt, filling it full of your rock hard cock. I groaned in pleasure as my aching cunt was filled. You slapped my ass and growled at me to be quiet as you started to fuck me... long slow but hard strokes, filled and emptied my pussy... first stretched and full and then just empty and aching to be filled again. You grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head back as you continued to fuck me hard and deep. You forced me to arch my back, almost painfully, so you could kiss me and thrust your tongue deep into my mouth, while thrusting your cock deep into my pussy. I felt my insides turn to jelly, as you entered my mouth and my cunt.... suddenly you released my hair and I slumped forward onto the boxes. You forced my ass cheeks apart and ran a finger around my tight ass hole....I whimpered and as you picked up the pace of the thrusts, you slowly slid a wet finger deep inside my tight hot ass. I couldn't help myself I pushed back against you loving both holes being filled... you slapped my ass with your free hand and continued to fuck me and finger my ass.... I felt my ass stretching as you added a second finger and cried out in delight when you thrust those two fingers in and out of my ass in time with you cock sliding in and out of my pussy. Suddenly I was empty and I felt so shocked and bereft of you that I started to turn to look at you and to ask why. When you grabbed my hips and pressed your hot, hard and wet cock against my tight ass hole. I sighed in pleasure as I felt you force your way in, slowly and determinedly. I pushed my ass back against you, wanting to have all of your erection buried deep in my ass. Just as you filled me up and stopped before starting to fuck me, you reached around and started to rub my hard clit. I cried out again and you started to thrust in and out of my ass. You rubbing my clit, my seriously wet pussy, my tingly ass as well as the feel of you fucking me...all made my pleasure come quickly. I was begging you not to stop and asking you to fuck me harder, while I felt the pleasure and pressure rising....then it was there, I was over the edge, trembling, gasping for breath and crying out like a wild thing. Then I felt you tense slightly, and come at me harder faster deeper...as you too cried out and came, shooting your cream into my ass. It felt like hours later, when we finally moved away from one another. I was shocked when you turned on the light, suddenly naked in the bright light in front of you. Then I realised it was the corridor light that was out, I had never even tried the light in here. We laughed as we went looking for my cloths and as I dressed, you told me all the things you wanted to do to me when we got home. I couldn't wait........ The Storeroom Interlude He glanced at his clock when he saw her knocking on the door. He had told her to be there at eight; it was 7:57. He chuckled to himself, then turned and headed the opposite way. It was cold outside, but not too cold, and she could last another few minutes. He would pretend that he hadn't seen or heard her, arguing she was late, and that would jump start the morning. He heard her knock harder, but he kept up a steady gait as he walked to the back of the store. At 8:03 he headed back to the front, feigning innocence as he opened the door. She shook off the snow and the cold, glaring at him through her eyelashes. "What time did I tell you to get here?" he asked her, his voice firm. "Eight o'clock." He held his watch in front of her face. "What time is it?" She sighed. "Three minutes past eight." "So that makes you?" "Late." The word came out from between clenched teeth. She knew exactly what he was doing, but part of her enjoyed it thoroughly. The other part of her, of course, was pissed as hell. He made sure the door was locked behind her, then grabbed her hand to lead her through the aisles. He dragged her through the store to the back, pulling her through a door marked "Employees Only." Once through this door, he reached up and tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her roughly along behind him as he headed downstairs into the basement. Downstairs was dark and cool. It was obviously a storage room, filled to the brimming with boxes and racks of overstock. In the far corner, hidden away, was a desk. They came to a stop a few feet away from it. "Undress." The command was short, but the power and tone behind the words didn't allow for any argument. She quickly shed her clothing; he delighted in the way her nipples hardened from the cold. As she took off her pants, he reached out and caught hold of her left breast. He pinched her nipple between two fingers and twisted the nub harshly, his cock hardening as she gasped. "Bend over the desk." As she did so, he put one large, beefy hand on the center of her back, effectively holding her down. "How many minutes late were you?" I was three minutes early fucker, she thought. But what she said was "Three minutes, Sir." "And how many seconds are in a minute?" he asked. "60 seconds." "And three times sixty?" She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. "180 seconds." "Oh, good girl," he said, patting her on the ass. "I'll take off five seconds because you did the math so well. But that means you're still going to get 175 smacks. Right on your ass, as hard as I can." His voice was full of fake sweetness, making him sound oh so condescending. She felt him pull away for a second, and she braced herself. His hand came down, full strength, a moment later, and she shoved the heel of her palm into her mouth. Whimpering, she endured thirty or forty smacks before the tears started. He seemed to gain energy as she started crying, her moans and sobs muffled by her hands. She lost count after about 75, all her concentration needed just to remain upright. He kept going and going, and she finally started shrieking, begging for him to stop. "Please, please! I'm sorry. I won't ever be late again! Please! Stop!" Finally, his hand stopped coming down on her ass. He lifted his other hand off of her back, and she fell to her knees in front of the desk. Her legs felt like rubber and wouldn't support her anymore. He moved around to sit in the chair to her left, and without being told to, she moved to kneel in front of him. Her cries always made his cock hard. He loved hearing her scream. "That's my good girl," he said as she swallowed his cock, taking the entire length into her mouth in one slow movement. He patted her head like he would a faithful puppy. "Go slow. I want to feel your throat on my cock." She moaned in agreement, delighting in the sensation of his dick opening up her throat, filling her mouth. Her ass burned terribly, and she unconsciously reached around the rub it. He growled. "Leave your fucking ass alone." He grabbed her head, tangling his hand in her hair again. Using his hold as leverage, he began fucking her face roughly, shoving his cock farther down her throat until she felt like it was going to rip through the back of her neck. He kept trying to push her face deeper into his groin; in moments she would be swallowing his balls as well. She gagged. "Fucking bitch," he said, pulling away from her. She gasped, trying desperately to regain her breath. "Stand up," he said, grabbing her arm in a bruising hold. "Turn the fuck around, cunt, and bend over the desk again." She did as she was told, though she was terrified that she was going to be spanked again. If he went after her ass anymore, she might pass out. But she heard him rummaging through something, then heard him tearing open a condom. She braced herself against the desk, opening her legs as wide as possible. He grabbed her hair again, pulling up her to smack against his chest. With his other hand, he guided his cock into her pussy, fucking her hard with long strokes designed to drive them both to the edge quickly. Her hands went wild, flying out to her sides as she started cumming hard around his cock. "Oh my," he said, trying to sound surprised despite the fact that he was panting just as hard as she was. "You've already cum?" He pulled out, pausing for a moment to regain some of his energy. She heard him breathe in and out deeply, though she could tell he was trying to keep the fact from her. It had been a while since they had been together; she knew he had had a hell of a time not cumming in her mouth. "Do you need a break?" she asked coyly, wiggling her ass. She knew that it would piss him off, her suggesting such a thing, and part of her winced when the words slipped out of her mouth. Ah well, she thought. What's the worst that could happen? He grabbed her hair roughly, yanking her upright. His breath was hot in her ear. "WHAT?" he growled, yanking her head back. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" Oh shit, she thought. Maybe she had gone too far. "Nothing." "Oh, I don't think so, you stupid cunt. Do I need a break? DO I NEED A BREAK?" She could hear it in his voice; he was really pissed now. This was no act. He threw her down onto the floor. She whimpered loudly as her knees hit the rough concrete. "DON'T FUCKING MOVE. Do you hear me? DO NOT FUCKING MOVE." He shoved his still-sheathed cock into his pants, zipping up as he went up the stairs. She wondered where he was going, and more importantly, what he was going to get when he got there. It was a few minutes before he returned, and she gasped. In his hand was a cane. It wasn't long or overly thin (or overly thick); it was the perfect size for laying down bruising marks and huge welts. She cowered at the sight. He only used the cane as punishment or when he was feeling extremely sadistic. All it took was one or two strokes to get her crying; three or four strokes would make her scream in pain and beg for him to stop. Just seeing her, the look of fear in her eyes, the way she backed up, tried to melt into the desk, it made his cock harden back up. She had stepped too far, and she was going to pay for it. He did feel a little guilty that he was going to enjoy it, but just a little. "Oh, please, please... no... please. I'll do anything else. Please, not that," she whimpered, putting her hands up to him, pleading with her entire body. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't cane me." He grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. "Shut the fuck up cunt," he said as he threw her down against the desk. "If you move, I'll only tie you down. You're not getting out of this. I don't care how much you cry or beg or scream. Do you understand me?" He saw her legs trembling, and he reached down to readjust his cock in his pants. Damn, but she was making him hard. He could almost imagine how she looked, biting her lower lip in anxious wait, trying hard not to cry. "Yes Sir," she said, her voice quivering. He began running the cane over her ass, delighting in the shivers that the sensation created in her body. "Do I need a break? Hmmm... that is five syllables. Thirteen letters. What's thirteen times five cunt?" "Oh, no... that's too much. Please!" He reached out and slapped her ass hard with his hand. "That wasn't my question, you stupid whore. Can't you do the fucking math?" "Sixty-five," she whimpered. "Please! I can't take that many!" "It took you long enough to get that. Maybe I should add on a few for being so stupid. How about one hundred? That's a nice, even number." "No! Please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, no!" He could hear that the tears had started already, and all he was doing was talking about how many strokes she would get. He let his cock out of his pants and stroked it as he watched her body shiver with fear. "Last time, you fucking slut. Shut up." He continued to slide the cane over her ass, moving it back and forth across her skin. Every so often he would bring the cane up, pulling it back like he was going to strike, and then lay it down gently to slide it back and forth again. He delighted in hearing the sudden intake of breath as she prepared herself for the strike. It was maybe the fifth or sixth time that he pulled the cane back that he didn't hear her gasp, and he knew she wasn't expecting him to swing full force and make contact. So that is exactly what he did. He pulled the cane back swiftly, then quickly came back downward, making contact with both sides of her ass. She screamed, and nothing was there to muffle it. "PLEASE!!!" Her crying was worse now; her body was shaking. He lifted the cane up again, brought it down swiftly again, left another track in her ass. She screamed again, one leg coming up as the pain wracked her body. He gave her ten good swats with the cane, leaving ten excellent train track lines—ones that would become welts in due time. By the end of ten she was sobbing and begging, trying in vain to keep him from coming down on her again. It was all too much for him. He dropped the cane and plunged back into her pussy with one stroke, bottoming out and feeling his balls hit her clit. He fucked her savagely, and within a few strokes, he felt her responding. The pleasure of being fucked was soothing her; he could feel her pussy twitching around his cock. He tried to hold out, but it became too much. After only a few minutes, he came hard, clutching her hips and grinding his groin into her ass. He reached underneath her to play with her clit, and it took only seconds for her to follow his lead. She came, her muscles clenching around his cock. He remained inside of her until his cock started to soften, plopping out on its own. He moved back and found the chair, sitting down. She was now exhausted, and without him to support her, she fell to the ground in a heap. Her breath was tearing in and out of her lungs as she lay on the cold concrete floor. He watched her as he got his breath back, delighting in the way her tits rose and fell as she gasped for air. She rolled onto her stomach, her ass coming into view. He could see welts and bruises were already forming, and his dick started to stand up again. Damn, he thought, looking down at his watch. It was almost nine; his colleagues would be arriving in a few minutes. He didn't have time to enjoy her again now. "Slut, you need to get dressed. Now." With her exhaustion showing in her eyes, she got up and got dressed. He stood up so that she could sit down, and now fully dressed, she collapsed gratefully. She winced when her ass hit the seat. He bent down and kissed her forehead, chuckling. "Go get a room and get some rest. I'll be there at six." "Yes Sir," she replied, taking a deep breath and collecting her strength. She got up on shaky legs and followed him upstairs, moving much slower than he did. She chuckled as she saw him clean everything up, making sure no evidence of this morning's fun was left behind. He handed her the cane. "Take that with you to the room." He went to move away, then had a thought and grabbed her chin. "It better be there and in one place when I arrive." She sighed. "Yes Sir."