7 comments/ 51147 views/ 3 favorites The 595 By: Shuvani The bus out to the Harbor was crowded, and late. It pulled into the stop already with standing room only, so I had no choice but to just grab the overhead bar and hang on. We started back onto the freeway swerving and swaying, and I inadvertently bumped back into the man standing behind me. I turned and excused myself, and he smiled and assured me no apology was necessary. As we rolled along down the highway, he bumped into me a couple of times as the bus slowed and sped back up with the flow of traffic. It kind of turned me on, and I began looking around at all the people in the bus. Everyone was reading or looking out the windows except the man in the seat that I was standing next to. He kept trying to catch my eye and was unmistakably flirting silently. The guy behind me pushed against me again as the bus slowed and came to a stop at the county line. I could feel his dick through his pants and my skirt. He was hard! I was instantly turned on by it and I allowed myself to step back slightly, pushing myself against his groin. He pushed back into me, too….I felt myself grow wet, just with the instant hunger I felt for this hard cock pressed against my ass. He pushed against me a couple more times, and I responded. I could feel the heat from his hard cock, and I was more aroused than ever. This was so wild! I didn’t even know this guy, but right now all I could things about was fucking him. I straightened and rose up onto my toes a bit. Now his bulge was pushing against my pussy, and I wondered if he could feel my heat as well. I was beginning to breathe harder, and suddenly became conscious again of the other bus passengers, but they seemed oblivious to our actions. I reached behind me and felt his cock through his pants. It was huge and throbbing. “Holy shit,” I thought, “What am I doing?” I imagined his cock pushing into me, and it was all I could stand. I unzipped his pants and felt the silky tight skin of his erection. The heat of the rock-hard dick, and the tiny drop of wetness at the tip of it made me loose all control, and I lifted the back of my skirt and guided him to my hungry wet pussy. I was so wet, he slid right into me deeply, and I squeezed him tightly inside me with my muscles. He drew up closer to me, and I could see his hand on the overhead bar next to mine. His overcoat hides our coupling from the bus passengers, but the man sitting in the seat next to us knows what was going on, and I can see his pants begin to bulge as well. I see him rearrange himself as he pulls his newspaper up over his lap and watches me letting the stranger behind me fuck me right there in the aisle. Knowing that he knows I am getting fucked right there excites me, and I push back firmly into the stranger, allowing his cock to slide as deeply as possible into my pussy. I can feel his cock bulge harder, and begin to throb slightly as the man in the seat pulls his cock out under the newspaper and begins to stroke it, staring up at me. I let my head drop back casually, but in ecstasy. My eyes roll back as I feel the stranger behind me desperate to slam his cock deep into my body, but he is being careful not to draw attention to us. I allow a soft moan to escape from my lips, and suddenly realize that my stop is coming up next. “Oh, god….no, I want to keep doing this so bad……..” I reach behind me and pull the stranger’s engorged cock from me. It’s so wet from my pussy, and SO hard, but I have to go…. I tuck him back into his pants and let the back of my skirt fall, covering my bare bottom, and as the bus comes to a stop. I pull him after me by his coat. We walk over towards the rest area at the Park and Ride, and I pull him towards the hedges that block us from the freeway. I am in heat, and I want that cock, so I push him down into the grass, and straddle him, pulling up my skirt, and pushing down onto the cock that was still a raging hard on. I push down hard, taking his full length deeply into me, and begin to rock back and forth on top of him. Oh, God…..I am shivering with delight as I unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra, allowing by breasts complete freedom. I grab the strangers’ hands and make him squeeze my tits as I fuck him harder now. Getting so close….building up….I am about to cum, and my head begins to spin. Suddenly he makes me stop and shoves me off of him, pushing me down onto my knees and getting behind me. He raises my skirt, and slams his cock hard into my pussy as I cum, not caring whether anyone can hear, not caring if anyone can see. I shove back hard, matching his thrusts as I feel him swelling deep inside of me. He grabs me by my hair and a breast, and I moan loudly as he thrusts violently, his cock pulsating, and throbbing. He grunts, and I feel him explode, his hot, spurting cum filling me deeply. “Oh, my god…oh, my god, yes…..oh………” He collapses on top of me, spent, and I hold him up with my body while he catches his breath. He releases his grip on my breast and struggles to stand, sliding out of me and pulling my skirt down. I allow myself to fall onto my side, and sit up, still dazed. He looks down at me while he tucks his cock back into his pants and as I look up, offers to help me to my feet. I start to tell him “Thank you,” as he fumbles in his pockets and curses lightly. “What’s the matter?” I ask. “Shit….I think I lost my bus pass.” I laugh. “No problem,” I say, leading him to my car. “I’ll run you home in the morning.” The 5th Anniversary Hard to believe we have been going 5 years already. Networking Projects had progressed from a dream in Malcolm's university dorm to a computer consultancy employing nearly 100 people. Not sure if we were establishment or still the brash new kids on the block we celebrated at the Firkin and Fowl, a trendy restaurant cum disco bar. It was an odd night. Many of the whizz kids in the company were obviously uncomfortable with the etiquette of a formal dinner. But when we went through to the disco area the tables were turned. At 34 I was about the oldest in the company and felt well out of place amidst the strobe lights and techno trance music. I was hiding in the corner, wondering what would be least conspicuous way to leave early, when Caitlin came over. I knew her by sight; a work experience kid who had joined our customer service team about a week ago. By all accounts useless but decorative. I had even heard that there was a sweep stake running among the programmers to see who would be first into her knickers. She was obviously drunk and wearing a tiny pink skirt and a blue top that left her girly nipples protruding. I knew full well she was under age and sensed trouble looming. "My gran wants to talk to you", she said. "What kind of chat up line is that?" I thought. But I followed her eyes to where another party were sitting on the far side of the room. I realised she was serious when a middle aged woman made eye contact and nodded. I went over still not sure what was going on. It turned out that the woman worked for Barnes and Turnbull, an estate agency where I had installed an intranet a couple of months ago. She had recognised me and simply wanted to make conversation. "Two fish out of water had better swim together," was her way of putting it. I bought her a drink but it was difficult to talk in the racket. She seemed pleasant enough so on the spur of the moment I suggested that we find somewhere quieter. Outside, as we walked down Churchgate, she told me that her name was Jenny. I got my first proper look at her and tried to guess her age. She read my mind and asked, "How old do you think I am, Mark?" I hesitated to say what I thought but she prompted me, "Go on, out with it". "50," I replied. "You're a genius," she said not in the least embarrassed about admitting her age to a man. "But you don't look it," I added somewhat fatuously. She smiled and said "Yes I do but I don't care. You don't look like a geek so lets just be our selves." I liked that straightforwardness about her from the start and it broke the ice between us. We settled into a cosy alcove in the Rose and Crown and I discovered that when she relaxed she really didn't look fifty. She had blonde hair, nearly shoulder length and wavy, a slightly chubby face, with a few wrinkles around her eyes but an intelligent forehead and a nice smile. She was dressed simply in a black and white floral print strappy dress with just a necklace for ornament. She seemed to see no need for the excessive lingerie and make up of so many desperate older women. She really was intelligent and it was good to have a wide ranging adult conversation. But she didn't drink alcohol and soon got tired of orange juice so, regretfully on my part, we went outside for separate taxis. She was already sitting in the back of her taxi when she called out of the window laughing, "You could come and fix my computer, Mark." I jumped in beside her, our eyes met and I gave her an exploratory peck on the lips. They were warm and tasted of strawberry lipstick but she didn't extend the embrace, seemingly embarrassed. Instead we talked about computers all the way to her place. In private she changed. We settled on her comfortable sofa to watch a movie; a historical love story with a plot; not the usual Hollywood thrillers I so detest. We both got absorbed in it and in doing so forgot our inhibitions. Gradually our legs touched then we held hands. She let her hair brush on my shoulder and I put an arm round her. Everything about her was comfortably rounded; a complete change from my usual nubile type and I found it intriguing. After the film she made tea and brought me a chocolate bar. She apologised that she only had one but I told her "let's share," and fed her one end. I nibbled the other and gradually we came to the middle. We both wanted to give the other the last square. Neither of us bit it and it dropped into the valley between the swells of her breasts. Without thinking I reached down to pick it up. She slipped her dress strap off her shoulder to help me. Suddenly I was looking at the top of her breast. It wasn't big and showed a few freckles. But it was firm and tucked tightly into a pretty black and crimson lacy bra; its frilly hem curving in a graceful parabola deep into her cleavage. My fingers followed the plunge and cupped. There were no wires. Suddenly she was ticking all the right boxes for me and my fingers began to think the previously unthinkable, kneading her flesh eagerly. "Mark!" she exclaimed in a chiding tone. Not sure if she meant it I took my hand out just in case only to discover that I had forgotten the chocolate which had melted and was smeared all over her cleavage as well as my palm. "I must go to the bathroom," she excused herself. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands then back to the living room. Looking around I realised that it was full of photos of children and grandchildren. She actually was a granny and I felt ashamed of myself. She was a long time upstairs and I went out into the hallway and called, "are you OK, Jenny?" She didn't answer but appeared at the top of the stairs. I looked up and my eyes followed her substantial but shapely legs. She smiled and said, "You men are so obvious," then lifted the front of her dress. If her bra had been a surprise then her panties were a revelation. Black tangas with a low, lacy waistband hugged her hips without cutting into them. The vertical piece was too narrow for her broad shallow front and her fleshy mound and labia were peeping. Her panties weren't quite opaque and I knew she was smooth with healthy, lightly tanned skin. Delicious! Jenny was refreshingly different. Most girls in my experience would have either told me to fuck off or gone all the way with an impromptu strip. But Jenny gave me only a few seconds glimpse then let the dress fall and came on downstairs. Now don't get me wrong. I like a girl to make her desire plain. But Jenny showed me another way of doing it. She knew that the most seductive way to explore a woman's body can be slowly through her clothes. She broke all my rules. I normally insist on long hair but hers was barely shoulder length. I fondled it a bit anyway and discovered that it was not only pleasantly soft but exposed a g spot on the back of her neck. That was elusive but when I found it she would reward me with eager kisses. She didn't try to break the world record for long kisses but liked to cuddle as well holding my face gently against her neck and breasts. Impressions mattered to Jenny and she had taken the trouble to shower and delicately scent her cleavage. I was both flattered and turned on. She knew it and responded by letting her dress strap slip again and her hungry, now braless, nipple pop out. Normally I am a sucker for miniskirts but Jenny's dress was knee length and put me off at first. But she showed me how to stroke her thighs through the thin, silky material. She did the same with my leg through my summer weight trousers and the feeling was smoother and more exciting than any bare thigh contact I've had. Slowly, slowly friction eased the dress up until her lovely panties were peeping and slowly, slowly I grew until I had to let my cock out before my zip burst. That revealed something else about Jenny. I have always had a modern attitude that anywhere, indoors or out, including the sofa is a good place to fuck. But Jenny was a traditional housewife. For her a comfortable bed was a must. She locked the doors and put the lights out then I followed her upstairs in the dark into her inner sanctum. I hastily undressed, fumbling nervously with my clothes, still not quite believing that I was about to make love to a woman as old as my auntie Betty. By the time she illuminated the room with a warm yellow glow from a bedside light I was naked. She was lying on the luxurious sheet, head propped up on fluffy pillows, resting on her elbow, legs half open. She was also naked. I looked in amazement at her long, dark, surprisingly tight gash with a pink flower in it. Suddenly for the first time she was nervous fiddling with her necklace and tensing her thighs. I gambled by climbing on the bed from the bottom and slithering between her legs like a snake, my tongue hanging out. She laughed and I knew that she wanted me to relax her orally. I lifted the flower and tucked my tongue underneath the petals to made slow oval sweeps of her labia with the tip of my tongue. That soon did the trick. She sat up caressing my head and shoulders silently asking for more. When she began to moan softly and the first drops of cum left a salty taste on my tongue I eased out the flower, and placed it in her cleavage. It was great not to have to stop for a condom and I thrust her deeply, repeatedly, finding a rhythm in time with her panting and the contractions of her pelvic muscles. Ummmm! She adored my thick white cum, even taking some on her finger to inspect and taste before settling into my arms and tucking my hand under her breast. "It's been 5 years, Mark," she said drowsily. "But you've made it go in a flash." We both knew she wouldn't have to wait another five before the next time. The 5th Floor I don't know which hurt worse; The hard, cement floor beneath my bare knees, or the hard, invading cock that was pulverizing the inside of my mouth. I would shift my knees every few seconds to try and ease up the pain, but I couldn't stop the cock that jack-hammered against my gums, teeth, cheeks and the back of my throat. The edges of my mouth stung from being stretched. I'd swear my lips had split at the corners. I was unaccustomed to having my mouth opened so wide without being able to close it. My face was being pounded. I knew that my lips were being bruised and would probably be swollen the next day. His pubic bone was relentless, pounding against my mouth, eventually my nose. My eyes watered at the impact. I didn't know if my nose began to drip blood or just snot. It was probably both; Blood from the trauma and snot from the sobbing. His cock was a piston; Pounding against the inside of my mouth, not caring about being scraped over my teeth. On occasion he'd bury it deep and hold it against the back of my throat. I'd panic; His cock head blocking my airway. My fingers had to be painful gripping and clawing against the flesh of his naked, slender hips, but his own fingers held strong against my ears, nails digging into the tender skin, pulling my head towards him, not letting me escape and breathe until he was ready to. I choked and sputtered when he'd finally pull out again, but I still wasn't able to free my mouth of the invasion. My chest ached from sobbing and struggling to breathe. My jaw ached and the muscle of my tongue was sore from fighting the monster in my mouth. His cock struck the back of my throat again, and I was unable to stop the vomit from coming up. My cheeks puffed as clear liquid escaped from around his cock and drooled down my chin. He laughed and pulled his cock completely out of my mouth, releasing my ears and stepping back, leaving me to fall forward on my hands. I heaved again and more, slimy liquid spewed from my abused mouth. I coughed and gagged, retching over and over. How on earth did I get into this predicament? How was it that a 215 lb. man who stood over 6 feet tall was letting this wiry, skinny man abuse him this way? He couldn't have weighed over 160 lbs. dripping wet, and yet, I was helpless against him. My hands and feet weren't tied. I wasn't restrained in any way. But I was unable to resist his brutality and humiliation. ---------- The first incident happened about a month ago. I had some paperwork to catch on after work and didn't leave until most everyone else in the office had gone home. At 7 p.m. I leaned back in my office chair, stretching, deciding it was time to call it a day. The offending paperwork was put into my briefcase. I grabbed my jacket and the newspaper and headed for the elevator. When the doors opened, there was another man in there. I paid little attention to him, as he was dressed similarly to myself; The uniform of the business man, suit and tie. It was a long ride down from the 23rd floor, so I busied myself with my newspaper, ignoring my travel partner. 'Boy, I'd sure love to fuck you up the ass' I looked up, shocked at what I'd heard and just stared straight ahead. I pretended I hadn't heard and went back to pretending to read my paper. The elevator seemed to be traveling slower than usual. 'You've really got a nice ass. And I'll bet you'd love to have it stuffed full of cock, wouldn't you? I'll bet it's nice and tight...And from the looks of you, I'll bet you could milk my cock between those tight cheeks' I was appalled at hearing such language...Such dialog. I slowly turned around with a sufficient look of disdain, hoping that the look I gave him would discourage him from saying anything else. But it didn't. My abuser was a bit shorter than I was. And as I said, quite a bit more slender. But he had such a look of arrogance and fire. He smirked at me and continued with his diatribe. 'Mmmmmmm, I didn't get a good look at your mouth when you came in. I'll bet you suck a mean cock, too. I'll get you to suck my cock real good before I stuff it up your ass.' He didn't laugh or imply in any way that he was just being crude, or just joking. I really didn't know what to make of it. I turned to him again and quietly stated that I wasn't interested in anything he had to offer, and would he please refrain from speaking in such a way to me. He laughed this time, but not in jest. 'Oh you're interested. I know your type. Closet cock whore. Don't worry, I'll have you begging for it in no time. In fact, why don't we do it now?' With this, he leaned and punched the 5 button on the elevator wall. Bewildered, I looked at him with a frown of confusion. 'What are you talking about? I'm in NO way interested in having ANYTHING to do with you!' He ignored me and continued to tell me in so many words how he planned on using me sexually. 'There's a handicapped bathroom at the end of one of the hallways on the 5th floor. Nobody ever uses it, hell, not many people even know it's there. I've fucked lots of times in there. It'll be great. Come on!' When the door opened on the 5th floor, I shook my head and quickly punched the 'door close' buttons, again telling him I wasn't interested and silently praying the rest of the ride would be peaceful. I didn't recognize this man from the building, and I wasn't sure what he was capable of. ---------- And here I was, a month later, on my knees before him. My pants were gathered at my ankles around my shoes. My jacket lay tossed aside on the dirty floor. My shirt disheveled. I wiped at my nose with the back of my hand and pulled it away covered with blood from my nose. I looked down and saw that my blood had dripped onto my dress shirt and now-loosened tie. I managed to kneel up and sit back on my heels. My chest was still heaving and I couldn't stop crying, even though my mouth was now free of his cock. His cock... It jutted before me. He was completely naked. His own clothes folded neatly and draped over the sink. He reached for me, his fingers curling to grip my hair. I began to sob again and shook my head, trying to struggle to get away. But I didn't. I knelt there and let him stroke my hair. His fingers suddenly tightened their grip and he pulled me forward. I shuffled my knees painfully on the hard floor, dragging my pants through my own body fluids and lord knows what other fluids were on the floor. I was shamefully unclothed from the waist down, which seemed somewhat more vulnerable than being fully naked. He crooned softly and shushed me. His fingers remained curled in my hair, while his other hand gripped the base of his cock. He pressed the tip against my lips and commanded me 'Suck it, bitch. Take my cock head in your lips and suck it. Savor it like it's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted' I began to sob more. The tears rolled from my eyes. I shook my head gently, but I parted my lips and leaned to take the glans of his penis between my lips. With only this, small portion, I was able to better taste the fluid that dripped from his piss slit. It was salty and foreign to me. I gagged at the flavor. He laughed and pulled his cock from my mouth. He slapped my face with it gently. He slapped me again. I did nothing but kneel there and take it. There was an image in my head of my 10 year old son. He was scoring a goal at his last soccer game. He was all boy. Rough and tumble, and he idolized his dad. What would he do if he could see me willingly take this man's cock between my lips and suck it? What would he do if he could see me, half naked on my knees, being another man's bitch? I shivered at the thought and struggled to take the cock in my lips and suck on it. The man groaned appreciatively, murmuring approval and encouragement. I sucked. I licked. I fought to keep from gagging again, not wanting to repeat the vomitting episode. He pulled his cock from my lips and traced them with it. He jerked my head back and told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did. He dragged the length of his cock against my extended tongue. I sobbed quietly and tasted him. ---------- That first day in the elevator ended quietly. When the elevator reached the lobby, he laughed quietly to himself and departed without further incident. I walked to my car and drove home, disturbed by the event and tried to put it out of my mind. But that night, I dreamed of struggling against a faceless man prying my legs open and sliding an abnormally large penis into my ass. I woke up in a wet spot. About a week later, I was again working late, and again, left work after the office was nearly empty. I began to get a bit anxious as I waited for the elevator, and sure enough when the doors opened, it was empty..Save for my tormentor with an evil grin on his face. I stepped into the elevator with him. I don't know why. I think I wanted to show him that his taunts didn't affect me. That I was a bigger man than he was. I tried to ignore him as he again told me the many different ways he was going to fuck me. How he was going to force his cock down my throat. He described these ideas to me the entire ride down, this time bypassing the 5th floor, but promising again that it would happen. I shivered when we finally parted company, visibly shaken. That night while I made love to my wife, I fantasized about being taken in a dark alley by a bigger, stronger man. ---------- After he coated my tongue with his precum that his penis was so generously spewing, he rose up onto his toes and pulled my face against his balls. 'Kiss them. Suck them. Adore my balls with your mouth, you fucking whore.' I winced at the remark, but I kissed his testicles. I buried my face in them. Nuzzled my nose in the warm flesh and smelled the muskiness of him. I opened my sore mouth and took one and then the other inside, suckling like a baby at his mother's teet. Another image flashed in my mind. Sparring at my gym with my Tae Kwon Do partner. We were both 2nd degree black belts. I could break cinder blocks with my fist. Yet here I was, nuzzling the scrotum of another man. I was crying like a baby. Whimpering resistance. My mind screamed no no no, but my mouth ate at him hungrily. What would my sparring partner say if he could see me like this? Eating a man's balls, grinding my face against his dripping cock while I did so? My own cock hard and quivering against my stained dress shirt? My tormentor must have sensed my inner turmoil. He laughed softly at me eagerness and gently pushed my head back. 'Suck it again, cock whore.' He rammed his cock brutally between my lips, smashing them against my teeth until I opened willingly. My lips stretched again over his taught skin. My jaw screamed in protest. But I opened. I let him pummel the inside of my mouth with his cock. I imagined how my face must look...Like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter..My own cheeks stuffed with his cock. I sobbed and struggled to suck and lick, but he plunged in and out of me too fast. My hands grasped for his hips, struggling to hold him still. ---------- The next elevator incident had been much of the same. He seemed to know when I worked late, and he was again waiting for me. I made no effort to take the stairs, or leave by the service elevator. I was going to show him that he didn't affect me if it was the last thing I did. He continued to taunt me with how I must be a good fuck and a natural cocksucker. I finally lost control and screamed at him to shut up. He laughed at me again and said 'What are you gonna do? Tell on me? Aww, the poor big muscle head got his widdle feelings hurt cuz someone talked dirty?? Do you think management will be able to even listen to you with a straight face??' He smirked and I blushed, realizing he was right. I turned away from him, again determined to ignore him. The rest of the ride was uneventful, and again we parted ways in the lobby. Him laughing softly. Me, shaking violently. At home that night I jerked off in the shower, imagining the taste of cock in my mouth. I even tried a taste of my own cum and wrinkled my nose in displeasure at the flavor of it. Yet, I scooped up another splatter of my semen from the shower wall and ate that, too. ---------- He was relentless in drilling my mouth. His cock was so hard, I couldn't believe he hadn't cum yet. 'Suck it good, you fucking cock whore. You'd better get it nice and wet, because that's the only lube your ass is getting' I whimpered at that remark and did my best to activate my salivary glands more. Not that they needed it. I was already drooling like an idiot. My shirt wet from it, as well as my blood. He jerked his cock suddenly from my mouth and announced that I was ready to be fucked. The impact of that declaration hit me in such a manner that my face screwed up and I began to sob harder, shaking my head. This time, I was able to resist. I dropped to all fours and turned, trying to scramble away on my hands and knees, baring my naked ass to him. He laughed and reached down, gathering the bunched dress pants and underwear between my ankles. He yanked sharply on them and pulled me right off my knees. I landed hard on that cold, wet floor. The impact slammed my body on top of my cock. I winced in pain. He somehow managed to flip me over onto my back and pulled my pants and underwear completely from my legs, tossing them aside. I was now clothed only in my tattered dress shirt and tie and my socks and shoes. I'd never felt more vulnerable in my life. Another image flashed in my head; That of my 14 year old daughter, giggling with all her girlfriends, talking about their latest crushes. Her daddy protected her from everything. What would she say if she could see her daddy now, flat on his back with his cock hard because of the torments of another man. His nose bloody, his lips swollen from being battered by cock, his eyes red and puffy from tears. What would she say if she saw that her daddy barely resisted?? ---------- There were a few more elevator incidents. Each tirade grew more raunchy than before. My ears were probably red each time, the shame that I had, listening and saying nothing more against his taunts. Each time I left the elevator, nauseous and shaking, and each night my fantasies were filled with cock filling my orifices. I had never cum harder in my life. ---------- As I lay on that bathroom floor, flat on my back, the irony continued to overwhelm me. I outweighed this guy by at least 50 lbs. I was a trained martial artist. I worked out at the gym at least 5 days a week. He had muscle, but he was wiry and lean. More of a runner than a gym rat. His grin made me blush like a school girl as he pried my legs open. I turned my head to the side and began to cry again, sobbing protests, but doing nothing to stop him. He pushed my legs back far, causing me to roll upwards onto my shoulders. The cement floor was unforgiving. My muscles protested but did not disobey. My legs held themselves open as he knelt between them and pressed the head of his cock against the tight hole of my rectum. As I lay there on the floor, frozen in the disbelief that I was letting another man fuck me, another image flashed through my mind. It was that of my wife, in church. She was singing the religious hymns, clapping her hands. Listening to the preacher speak against the evils of homosexuality. It was an abomination for a man to lie with another man. What would my wife say if she could see me now, my legs spread and held open willingly while I allowed another man to stuff his cock into my ass? What would she say as I didn't push this man from me..Didn't beat him. Didn't knock him to the ground and run away from there. What would she say if she knew that I came with him willingly to this place and allowed him to fuck me? ---------- I worked late again today. And again, he waited for me. I knew he'd be waiting, and still, I stayed late. This time, he was quiet, but as the elevator descended, I held my breath..Shaking. I suddenly felt pressure against my ass cheeks. Shocked, I jumped and turned around. My tormentor had his cock out of his pants and was pressing it against me. I stuttered and stammered. I backed away from him, pressing myself against the door. He followed, and leaned over to press the button to the fifth floor. I shook my head quietly, and he pressed against me again, grinding his naked cock against my own clothed one. I couldn't help that it strained against its confinement of garment, pressing against his. I couldn't help myself when the door opened on the fifth floor and he pushed me out into the hall. I stumbled out into the empty landing as he zipped himself back up again. His face wore that same evil grin it always did. He half pushed, half dragged me down a couple of halls. I slightly dragged my feet, quietly whimpering protests. I could have easily freed myself. But I didn't. When we got to the abandoned bathroom, his fingers gripped tightly around my wrist and he pulled me inside. I could have yanked myself free and ran away. But I stood there while he pulled my belt free from the loops. I stood there while he unzipped my pants and shoved them down my legs. I didn't struggle a bit while he freed my hard and dripping cock from my underwear and pushed them down my legs as well to mingle with the pants around my ankles. This 160 lb. man pushed a 215 lb. man to his knees with a simple hand to his shoulders. The tears came immediately, but I was frozen there, doing everything he asked of me. I tasted his cock. I slurped his balls. And now, he was forcing that cock up my ass. I half grunted, half screamed as the glans pushed past the sphincter muscles and opened me up. My legs didn't waver. They stayed open for him. I couldn't bring myself to look up into his face. I kept my head to the side, snuffling and sniffing, sobbing steadily. I gasped harshly and grunted again as his cock slid in further. He moved slowly and steadily, letting the weight of his body lean into me and push himself inside. I have never felt so invaded and stuffed. I have never felt so ashamed and vulnerable. My shirt was pushed up to my chest, exposing my belly. My tie was still around my neck, askew. Both were drenched in sweat, drool, precum, and whatever else was on the bathroom floor. I began to pant steadily as he slowly buried himself deeper. It seemed an eternity until I felt the skin of his hips against me, and then I realized. I am being fucked. There is a cock in my ass, and I am being fucked by it. He must have read my mind, because he grinned. 'You're my fucking cock whore, aren't you? Your ass has been hungry for my cock from day one, and you fucking know it. I own you. You're mine. I've claimed you by fucking you' I let out a loud sobbed and shook my head yet again. I tried to shift slightly. The concrete floor was killing my back, as I was curved awkwardly against it. The shift only let me feel the immensity of the member invading me. My inner muscles worked at him and he groaned in pleasure. I keened quietly as he begin to pull out slowly and work himself back inside me. I reached up and held my legs open for him. My muscles were beginning to fail me, and they needed help. I spread my legs wide, feeling shame and humiliation at my predicament. But that didn't get me to try to clamp my legs shut or push him away. He crooned softly at me, almost humming. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and saw the expression on his face. It was one of ecstasy. He began to rock back and forth a bit faster; Emptying me and filling me up again. My sounds alternated between squeals, gasps and grunts. My rectum was tortured at being stretched. It had never been invaded with a foreign object. The skin stung with being pulled so taut. My internal organs felt as if they'd been reorganized to make room for his invading cock. The pain was almost too great to bear. The tears remained and stayed steady. The 5th Floor Revisited Author's Note: This story is a sequel to 'The 5th Floor'. I highly recommend reading that story first, if you haven't already, to avoid character confusion. If rough sex, non consensual sex or gay sex bothers you, don't waste your time reading this. __________ A couple of weeks had passed since my violent fucking in the somewhat abandoned restroom on the 5th floor of the building I worked in. After my tormentor had wiped his cock in my hair, dressed and left, I cried for about 15 minutes before I was able to rise slowly from the filthy floor, slowly clean myself up and dress in my now-ruined clothes. My entire body was an aching mass of muscles, having been subjected to the abuse he had put me through...The hard, concrete floor was unforgiving on my knees when I sucked his cock and not much better on my back and shoulders when I lay there with my legs spread wide for him, allowing him to fuck my ass. I looked in the mirror after splashing water on my face, washing away the blood, tears and snot. My eyes were red from crying; My nose and lips swollen from the pounding of his pubic bone against my face. I managed to pull on my wet and wrinkled underwear and slacks. My shirt was ruined from the blood, but I left it on anyways, doing my best to tuck it in again and straighten my tie. I was amazed that my legs were actually able to carry me to the parking structure where my car was. I jumped at every sound, shaking violently and hiccuping from the panic and fear I felt. I arrived, thankfully, to a darkened house. My wife and kids weren't at home, and I was able to further clean myself up by taking a nice hot shower. The memories of the earlier events caused my cock to swell again, much to my chagrin, and I jerked myself off, cumming with a sob, mortified that I was still aroused by the incident. I disposed of my ruined clothing before my wife was able to question me about them, and when she finally arrived home and questioned the condition of my face, I explained it away with a tale of taking a nasty spill at the gym. She believed me and my secret was safe. My body was sore for the next several days, including my abused rectum. I would wince quietly when I sat down. Nobody seemed to notice, and life went on as usual for a couple of weeks. I made sure to leave work on time every day, and at the end of each day, I nervously entered the elevator with coworkers, making sure I was never alone. Despite my fear of a recurring event, my cock grew hard every time I relived the memories. There were times at work when I had to excuse myself to the restroom; the one on my floor, of course; to masturbate in an empty stall while fantasizing about being fucked again. I couldn't get the picture out of my mind. And now, two weeks later, I found myself at work, stroking myself absently under my desk while I daydreamed about the 5th floor. When I blinked back to reality, I realized that the last of my coworkers in my department had left for the day...I was alone and would be forced to take the elevator down alone....Unless I chose the stairs. My breathing became a bit labored as I realized the situation I was in...I did my best to stall the inevitable; Finding last minute paperwork to attend to; Straightening my desk. When there was no other excuse to stay, I took a deep breath, loosened my tie and headed for the elevator. As I stood by the gleaming chrome doors, the numbers above it descended, announcing it's pending arrival, I removed my jacket and draped it over my arm. The bell dinged softly and the doors slid open, revealing only two occupants. My tormentor, who still wore the same vile grin, and another man. He was dressed in a very expensive suit, dark with dark expensive shoes. His tie was red, the only splash of color his attire bore. He wore dark sunglasses that prevented me from seeing his eyes, and his hair was slicked back severely. My tormentor leaned to push the hold button, all the while grinning at me while I stalled, my mouth hanging open, eyes wide in fear. 'Well well well...Look who's decided it's time for another round..Step inside, Paul.' He grinned, and I gasped in shock, horrified that he knew my name. I began to stammer and shake my head. The other occupant merely stared, or so I assumed, standing quietly with his hands clasping each other in front of him, looking very much like a secret serviceman. My tormentor reached for me, grasping my wrist lightly and tugged me into the elevator. I didn't resist except to shake my head as my eyes instantly welled up with tears. I stumbled into the elevator and the doors slid quietly shut behind me. I happened to notice the buttons on the panel, and the number 5 was the only one illuminated. I choked out a sob and looked up at him again, still shaking my head and trying to protest. He laughed and reached down to cup my balls, squeezing gently before moving his hand up to find my cock hard and throbbing. 'I knew you'd show yourself soon enough, Paul. You're a cock whore and you've had a taste. Now you can't live without it. You crave it, don't you??' I shook my head and began to sob louder, stuttering a protest that I didn't crave his filth and wanted nothing to do with him. I was mortified that another man was witnessing my cowardly behavior and listening to the perversities that my tormentor was spewing. My tormentor moved in closer to me and I stepped back from him, but he just pressed himself against me as my back hit the wall. His cock was hard as well, beneath his slacks, and he grinded it slowly against mine, rocking sensually back and forth. I groaned quietly and turned my head to the side while my fingers gripped at his shoulders and half-heartedly tried to push him away. The quiet man said nothing as the tormentor fondled and rubbed against me, and when the bell dinged announcing our arrival to the 5th floor, the doors slid open. I stumbled out into the hall, now darkened and deserted. The tormentor pushed me forward as I shuffled along towards the restroom. The quiet man, much to my shock, followed behind us. 'Please don't do this to me again. Please!!' I wept 'I'm not this kind of man. I have a wife. I have children! You can't do this to me again!' He smiled at my pleas and tears and clucked his tongue against his teeth almost affectionately. 'Awww, you poor lamb. Of course you are that kind of man. You're a cock whore. You want cock in your mouth and in your ass. You think about it constantly. I know this' He stroked the side of my face almost tenderly with the back of his hand and nudged me along into the darkened restroom, reaching to flick on the lights once he stepped inside. The flourescents buzzed overhead, one of the bulbs dark, casting the restroom in a dim light. The floor was still dirty and wet. The wastebasket overflowed with paper towels and the room was pretty much the same as the first incident; The only difference was that this time, a rusted, folding metal chair sat in the middle of the room. The quiet man didn't remove his glasses, but he crossed his arms menacingly and stood back...My tormentor took my jacket from me, though I was reluctant to give it up. He draped it across the sink before turning to face me. 'This time, you're going to strip completely, Paul. And you will do so on your own, to show me just how bad you want this.' The tears hadn't stopped since they began, and they began to flow moreso now. They weren't quiet tears. They were accompanied by sobs and hiccups. I held my hands up in protest and shook my head. Both man stood quietly staring at me; The quiet man expressionless, my tormentor with that same horrid grin. I wanted to scream and punch that smug look off his face. I wanted to destroy him for doing this to me. But I didn't. My hands, shaking, slowly pulled my loosened tie over my neck and draped it on top of my jacket. It took me several tries to unbutton my shirt, but I was finally able. It slid off my shoulders easily, and I laid it on the growing pile of clothes. I removed my belt slowly, taking my time, hoping to prolong things as long as I could. Both men were very patient; One stoic and silent, the other grinning madly and snickering as each article of clothing came off. I shrugged my pants off after removing shoes and socks. My toes curled, repulsed at touching the filthy, disgusting floor. I was ashamed to expose my hardened cock, knowing that the front of my tight, boxer briefs would be soaked wet with precum. My tormentor gave a soft chuckle upon that particular revelation, and even the quiet man nodded, I'm guessing, in approval. After I peeled off my underwear and placed them on the sink, I clasped my hands in front of me, trying desperately to hide my arousal. I was still crying, but my sobs had grown quiet. My tormentor motioned to the chair in the middle of the room and bade me to sit in it. I moved to the chair and sat slowly, unsure of what was to follow. The cold metal against my bare ass caused my testicles to ascend in their sac. I gasped a bit and sat back quickly, hoping the metal would warm quickly against my skin. I kept my eyes averted downward, and only heard the sound of the zipper. The quiet man moved just as quietly as he did everything else, and I only sensed him behind me without actually hearing him move there. I felt his strong hands grasp the back of my head, one hand had fingers curled into my hair, the other bracing against my neck. He jerked my head up and brought me face to face with that familiar cock that suddenly and brutally was pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth reluctantly as the thick penis pushed its way inside my mouth, giving me no time to react except to utter a muffled cry. The familiar ache in my jaw came back quickly, and I tried to still my tongue as it worked reflexively to try and push the invasion from my mouth. My tormentor stood absolutely still with his hands on his hips, but the hands that grasped my head and neck pushed me forward to engulf the enormous cock completely. The fingers in my hair tugged, pulling me back quickly..The hand on my neck pushed me back on, effectively impaling my mouth again..Over and over, he pushed and pulled, forcing me to fuck myself in the face with this cock. I gagged and sputtered at first..The drool came easily and in copious amounts. My hands flailed, finally reaching under the chair to grip the metal, holding myself in place as my head was pushed brutally back and forth. I remembered being pummelled from the last time and struggled to relax my throat in order to take the invading organ deeper and without vomitting. This new plan of attack was just as brutal as the first time, only it was my head that was moving towards him instead of his hips pounding against me. My mouth was stuffed full of cock, and I tried to separate myself from the situation, finding myself floating above outside myself while my mouth was raped. I could hear his voice, like a faint echo, encouraging me on, telling me that I would eventually shape up to be an adequate cock sucker, and that this time, I'd better not vomit. Eventually, the hand at my neck was only braced their, and while the fingers still curled in my hair, my head was moving of it's own accord. My mouth slurped greedily at his cock, and I was mortified to realize that I was doing so on my own. I licked and sucked at the member fed to me. My hands eventually found his hips and I leaned forward to suckle him better. My tongue danced its way up and down his length, dipping into his piss slit to taste the flowing precum. He laughed, and I heard his echoey voice proclaim that this time I was gonna taste his cum. This brought me screaming back to reality. I instantly gagged has the head of his penis pressed against the back of my throat...Coughing and sputtering, I tried to pull away, but the hand at my neck gripped tighter, and the fingers in my hair forced me to hold my position. I tried to shake my head and the tears came again. I did NOT want to taste this man's semen in my mouth. I was horrified at the thought, and I fought to try and dispel him from my mouth, but now, his hips were rocking and I could hear his groans. I knew that there was no escape. My bare feet scrambled on the bare floor...My hands gripped the chair again...I struggled to pull away from his cock, but it only kept pumping inside my mouth faster and faster...I could feel it swell against my tongue, and suddenly my mouth was flooded with warm, thick liquid. I instantly gagged again, but the hands held me there; My tormentor's as well as the quiet man's. I gave a gargled cry of protest but was harshly informed that I must swallow. I could feel the cum escaping from the corners of my mouth and dripping down my chin. My eyes looked about wildly, finally finding his. He grinned down at me and then snarled. 'I said, SWALLOW, you fucking cum slut' I blinked back more tears and groaned with a mouthful of his cock and cum. I struggled to empty my throat of flesh and worked to swallow the chlorine-tasting, viscuous fluid without vomitting. He held his cock in my mouth a few more minutes, making sure I had swallowed every drop. He pumped his cock a few more times in my mouth, making sure I got a last taste...He then pulled most of it out of my mouth, leaving just the head between my lips...I cried and tried to push it out completely, but he told me he liked the way I looked with just his cockhead in my lips. Finally, he shivered and pulled it out the rest of the way... 'Too sensitive for that' He grinned 'Now kiss it..Show me how much you loved swallowing my cum' What could I do?? I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his softening cock...I let my tongue slip from between my lips, caressing his flesh with kisses. The tears came harder now, and my vision was blurred. He pushed me back finally, and I slumped against the chair. My shoulders shook with my sobs as he tucked his cock back in his pants. For a very brief moment I experienced a moment mixed with both relief and disappointment that he wasn't going to fuck me. My ass would be spared. And then, much to my horror, he stepped around behind me and the quiet man stepped in front of me, unzipping his fly and producing a very thick and very long penis. It was much larger than my tormentor's and I began shaking my head and babbling protests. 'I can't do that..I can't take that! There's no way! It's too big! I won't do it! He gave a quiet smirk and then slapped me hard across my face, stunning me to silence. My tormentor gave an evil giggle behind me. 'Get your legs up,' The quiet man ordered. I blinked and looked down, wondering how the hell I was going to be able to do this while seated on this chair. Defeated, I nodded and slowly lifted my legs, gripping them in my hands. Now because of my gym routine, I'm pretty flexible, but there was no way that I would have been able to hold my own legs up and expose my asshole to him as well as holding my balance. My tormentor solved that problem for me. As I lifted my legs a bit higher, he leaned over me and reached for my ankles, pulling them painfully back. This caused my ass to slide forward in the chair, effectively exposing my hole to the quiet man. I again gripped the bottom of the chair to hold me in place, while my legs were held open, obscenely presenting my anus to him. 'There's no way you can take my cock without lube,' He nearly whispered. I shook my head and was only able to groan. My entire body was shaking in fear and anticipation. He suddenly presented a vial of lubricant and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. I cringed and tightened as he quickly plunged them into my rectum, working them in and out to coat me inside. That familiar feeling returned of being stretched and opened...Exposed to a stranger. I could have easily at any time overpowered these two men. I didn't have to sit and take the cock in my mouth. I didn't have to swallow the cum. And I most certainly didn't have to sit here, my legs held up painfully, and present myself to be fucked yet again, by a monstrous cock. All the previous images of my family and friends flooded my mind again. And a fleeting flash of my wife watching me be fucked came and went. I shuddered in horror at the thought. Suddenly, the bulbous head of his cock was pressed against my hole, as he crouched before me and leaned in. 'I want you to take your hand and guide my cock inside you. Because you want it. You want to be stuffed with my cock. You want to be impaled. You crave it.' His words caused new tears, and although I shook my head in protest, I loosened my grip of the chair with one hand. With shaking fingers I reached between my legs and found that thick member. My fingers could barely close around the immense girth. I gripped gingerly and tugged him gently, pressing him against my rectum. The pain was horrible as that cock head split me open. I cried out in agony feeling that enormous cock head work its way past the first muscles and hold me open. My fingers kept a tight grip around him, now struggling to pull him out. 'Please!! I can't take it!! It's too big!! Please stop fucking me! Oh God...I can't handle it!!! It hurts too much!!' I squirmed in protest, crying and whining, but the tormentor held my legs up firmly and in place. 'Stroke me,' My rapist quietly commanded Instead of raging in protest and pushing both men away from me, I reluctantly complied. I grunted as I struggled to lean forward, crying out again as his cock pushed a bit further inside me. I gripped his cock again and began to stroke him...Masturbating him while he impaled my ass. For the first time I saw expression on his face. He smiled as he slowly squeezed into my ass, and I hated him for it. I hated him for ripping me in half. The pain was agonizing and burning, and yet, my cock was hard the entire time. I stroked furiously, hoping he would cum before he could get any deeper. But eventually my fist was trapped between his balls and my ass. I screamed and howled each inch it slid in. He reached down and pulled my fist from around him, sliding inside me the last several inches. I arched and screamed again, momentarily blacking out. When I came to a few seconds later, he was emptying me, and I began to scream in protest again. The feeling of that massive cock leaving me was as bad as it was filling me up. I screamed and thrashed again, forcing my tormentor to actually struggle to hold my legs up. I began to hallucinate, I guess from the intense pain and emotional trauma. I babbled and cried for my mommy and daddy...I begged him to quit hurting me. Nothing helped..Nothing stopped him. When I was nearly emptied, I steeled myself for that agonizing feeling of cock pulling out of my ass, when he slowly began to fill me up again...My entire body stiffened and I uttered a loud gasp. His penis pushed past all the muscles inside me, opening me wider than ever, ripping and splitting the delicate tissue inside. As soon as I felt his balls against me, he held himself there. I twisted and writhed, whimpering and moaning. Beneath the layer of pain was the euphoria of being so completely stuffed full of cock. By now, my own was dripping and throbbing and I reached down and gripped myself by the base and began to stroke. He smiled again and suddenly began to pump in and out of me. With each thrust I cried out or screamed. His enormous cock head bullied my prostate, causing me to begin my whorish writhing again. Now I was begging him to fuck me...Babbling and bleating for his cock while frantically tugging on my own. The metal chair was rocking back and forth, ringing against the tiles, echoing off the restroom walls. I reached with my other hand, leaving me dangerously off balance, to stroke his cock each time he emptied me. As his cock would leave my ass, my fist would be there to grip it, moving away as he impaled me again. I couldn't get enough. I was a raging whore. I wanted so desparately to be used and seen for what I was. The 5th Floor Revisited I heard him begin to groan and I felt his cock begin to swell...I reached between his legs and felt that his balls had tightened...I mewled and stroked myself faster, anxious to feel his hot cum in my ass...Eager to spew my own load. Suddenly he roared, and at the same time, my entire body was paralyzed with orgasmic pleasure...He slammed himself completely inside me...I gripped my cock with both hands, jerking violently and shooting jet after jet against his belly. It seemed we would never stop. But we did...Finally...And he pulled that monster from my rectum...I was shaking and spasming when my tormentor finally released my legs...Slowly as to allow me to gain my balance before sitting up in the chair. When my feet touched the ground, I slumped and lowered my face. Thoroughly horrified and ashamed of my actions and thoughts. I could feel the burning and throbbing in my ass. I could feel his cum escaping me in rivers..Blood, too. I looked up, and both men were standing in front of me...Tears were still streaming down my face, as usual. I was becoming quite the cry baby. They were dressed and looked perfectly refreshed, while I was naked and an utter wreck. I wanted to sob and beg them to never leave me...I wanted to jump up and wring both their necks. The quiet man left the bathroom first...My tormentor turned to me and smirked. 'You never know who I'll bring for you next time. But I know you can't wait.' The 5th Floor His fingers were gripping my ankles, helping me force my legs wide for him. It really took him no effort to hold them wide. He suddenly let go and leaned over me, supporting himself on his hands on either side of me, grinning down at me. He reached to tug my hair, forcing me to face him. My face was contorted in pain and emotional suffering. My bottom lip jutted as I pouted and sobbed. He made me look into his eyes as he continued to fuck my ass, pulling and pushing his cock from the depths of my bowels. Suddenly he reached to grasp my own cock. I squealed and released my legs and batted away at his hands. This was almost more than I could take. I couldn't handle him touching my penis. He laughed at me and slapped me hard in the face, leaving me shocked in silence for a moment. The tears welled anew and rolled down the sides of my face. My hands slipped back to pull my knees wide, and I allowed him to tug at my cock. I couldn't control the movements my hips made. They lifted to meet him as he plunged his cock deep inside me, causing me to grunt with each thrust. They lifted to press my cock into his grip. I couldn't stop writhing. I felt like such a fucking whore. I felt my face grow warm first...Followed soon by the rest of my body. I felt the familiar sensations of pending orgasm. I began to cry again. I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want any of it to happen. But I couldn't stop it. I saw the expressions on his face, and felt the change of his movements. I knew he was about to cum, too. He was going to cum in my ass. I was being fucked by a man, and he was going to ejaculate into my colon. The immensity of the whole situation was too much. My stomach heaved, the muscles there quivering as my hips rocked and rolled frantically against him. We both screamed in unison as his cock suddenly swelled and gushed inside me, filling me with warmth. My own cock jetted at the same time, covering my already ruined shirt. We both grunted and groaned; The muscles inside me contracted with each jet of cum from my cock, milking him to fill me further. He finished fucking me. He collapsed on me, spent. We were both panting and gasping for air. My sobs finally stilled. I felt his cock begin to shrink and slip from me, leaving my hole feeling empty and gaping. A trickle of his semen spilled, making me feel even more of a whore. He rose slowly to his knees, motioning to me to remain laying there. He shifted himself around to my head and grasped his cock, wiping it in my hair. I whimpered again in humiliation. But I didn't stop him. I remained on the floor. A tattered, fucked cock slut, staring up at him, watching him dress. And I knew the next time he stepped on the elevator, we'd both get off on the 5th floor.