It was 6:50 am and Aileen had just arrived for her shift at the music store. She was opening again and had an hour to herself to get everything in order before unlocking the doors. She adjusted her low ponytail, grabbed her coffee, locked the car, and walked to the front door, keys in hand. As she opened the door, the alarm warning began to beep. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and forced inside. As the unknown assailant pushed her to the back of the store, she heard another re-locking the front door.
"Turn off the alarm," he said while flashing his knife.
"It's in the office," she said, her voice shaking.
He shoved her through the unlocked door. Terrified, she led him to a keypad on the wall over a cluttered desk and punched in the code, deactivating the alarm. She turned to face him, a young black guy about her age and saw his partner returning from locking up. Also black, light-skinned, taller, and maybe a little older than the first.
"Where's the safe?" the tall one asked.
"In the front by the registers," she replied.
He pulled a large zip-tie from his pocket, bound her wrists in front of her, and walked back to front to find the safe. A few seconds later, he called back, "Combination?"
She looked at the young one and pointed at a piece of paper pinned to the wall near the alarm keypad.
"I got it," he informed his friend, who in turn walked back to retrieve the paper.
"Keep an eye on her and see if there's anything good in here," he commanded. "I got the safe."
He grabbed a cart and walked out, closing the office door behind him, leaving Aileen alone with her captor.
After looking around the office for a minute or two he asked, "Anything valuable in here?"
"No," she replied.
"You sure?" he asked, looking her up and down.
She looked away.
Just then she felt a hand tugging at her shirt. She looked down to see a knife in one hand while the other was ripping open the buttons on her work shirt. She looked at his face and found him staring back at her, smiling. As the last button snapped free, he pulled the shirt off her shoulders and down around her waist. She looked away and took a deep breath, trying to ignore what was happening. Then she felt his hand on her breast.
- -
Charles could hardly believe what was happening. He'd been coming to this store for months, buying any random single just for a chance to hit on her. He knew from the name tag that her name was Aileen. It suited her. He'd always had a thing for petite Asian girls, but this one also had an incredible ass. She'd always ignored his advances, at most flashing him a smile, but he persisted. He didn't care that she had a boyfriend. He hadn't expected it to go this far, but as the shirt fell away to expose her smooth olive skin and lacy black bra hiding those perky B-cup tits, he could no longer resist.
He saw the look of surprise on her face as he squeezed her right breast. How she closed her eyes as he caressed her flat stomach and bit her lip when he moved up under her bra to pinch her left nipple. He imagined she was enjoying it, and it excited him even more. He pulled down her bra and moved in closer to lick her nipples. They went firm under his tongue and he sucked them in turn while squeezing her tits. He swore he heard her exhale deeply.
With his right hand, he folded closed the blade of his knife and reached around to unhook her bra. As it fell to her wrists, he stepped back and took her in. She was looking at him now, her perfect tits rising on her heaving chest, a strange look in her eyes. He put the folded knife in his pocket and reached out to caress her back, pulling her close so to bury his face in her breasts. Then he ran them down to squeeze her ass, pulling her onto her tip toes. As he did that, he felt his hard cock press up against her still bound hands. It drove him wild.
With his left hand in the small of her back, he reached down, under her pants and panties, to feel the bare ass he'd been admiring for so long. He plunged his hand farther and farther downward until, finally, he could reach around to feel her moist pussy. He pressed his finger between her legs, resting the tip on her clit, and began to rub it. It got wetter and wetter until he felt her legs part. He couldn't believe it. Was he not imagining it after all? Was she really enjoying this?
She gasped as he plunged his finger inside her, lifting her. With his finger deep inside her pussy, he reached down with his other hand to squeeze her ass and lift her, driving her hands onto his cock. She grabbed it and began stroking it.
"I knew you wanted this dick," he whispered into her ear.
- -
Aileen silently and slowly stroked the full length of his cock, from the tip down, squeezing firmly at the base. It was big. He was right, she wanted it. She couldn't understand why, but she knew she wanted it. When she heard his voice, she realized she recognized him. She wasn't sure, but she thought his name was Charles. He was a regular at the store and always came on to her. She thought he was cute, but too forward, and, of course, she was with John.
They'd been dating for almost three years now. She never told him about the guys who hit on her at work. There'd be too much to tell and she knew he couldn't handle it. He couldn't know that, even though she was faithful, she couldn't help but wonder, what if? What if she bent down to kiss him? What if she undid his pants? What if she got down on her knees and took him in her mouth?
Just as she thought it, she felt his finger leaving her and heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Only, it wasn't his belt, it was hers. With her belt free he unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, then spun her around to face the desk. She felt a tingling sensation as his hands came around her body from behind, his right grasping her breast, his left into her panties massaging her clit.
She widened her stance, inviting him to slide his fingers inside her. As he did so, he kissed her back and shoulders. She arched her back, directing his mouth to her neck, and began grinding her ass against his cock.
At that, Charles lost whatever self-control he had left. Suddenly, his hands were on Aileen's hips. He pulled her slacks and panties down to her ankles in one motion. She then felt his hand on her back, forcing her to bend at the waist. Quickly, she threw her hands forward to support her weight on the desk. She looked back to see him undoing his belt and grew anxious. She was surprised, then, when he dropped to his knees, spread her cheeks, and buried his face in her pussy.
She dropped her head forward and let out a faint moan as she felt his tongue run down her labia to her clit, then back up again to dance around her anus. His tongue slid back down again to focus on her clit and two long fingers of his right hand pressed deep inside her pussy.
She spread her legs and dropped to her elbows with a gasp. As his left hand moved away, she looked down behind her and saw him stroking his cock. She was overcome with lust and began rocking her hips in rhythm with his efforts, grinding her pussy against his face and hand.
- -
Charles was in heaven. He couldn't believe how freaky this girl was! His cock was throbbing and laced with pre-cum, but he didn't want to stop. Her pussy tasted so good and he could feel how much she wanted him. He wanted desperately to make her cum. He saw that she was watching him stroke himself, her reactions told him that she loved it. He pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy, imagining it was his cock, and moaned as he squeezed himself.
"You want this dick?" he asked before sucking hard on her clit.
"Uuuuuuuungh," she rewarded him.
He withdrew his fingers and leaned back to wipe his face with his shirt. Then, cock in hand, he stood and began rubbing the tip on her exposed pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm," she breathed and pushed back to meet it.
"I can't wait to fill you up," he said sliding it upwards to rest firmly against her asshole.
"Mm, mmmmmmm," she rejected as she arched her back, directing it back to her pussy.
She pushed back, farther this time, burying the tip inside her. He recoiled slowly, denying her, then smacked her hard on the ass with his free hand.
"Aaah!" she squealed.
"Yeah, you want this dick," he declared triumphantly.
At once he resumed teasing her with his cock, running the tip from her clit to her asshole, then back down again. Over and over, stroking himself as he did so, until the entire length of his cock was covered in her juices. Aileen moaned deeply each time he reached her clit, arching her back to match his pace.
"Tell me you want it," he demanded.
All he received was a quiet, "Mmmmmmmmm..."
He grinned, fully locked in this game of willpower, and moved forward to meet her body, his cock standing sandwiched between them. His left hand reached forward to squeeze her breast while his right grasped her ponytail. He pulled roughly on her hair snapping her head back, while at the same time tugging her breast and forcing her to stand. With his chest pressed against her back, he reached his right hand around to her other breast and massaged them in unison.
At the same time, he worked his hips to run the length of his cock against her, alternating between back to front and down to up. As he pressed forward the tip passed into and out of her pussy to rest on her clit. As he rose upward it threatened to penetrate her asshole. The whole time he kissed her neck and whispered into her ear.
"You like that?"
"Tell me you want this dick."
"Can you take it?"
"You need it in your ass."
"Tell me you want it."
"Are you ready?"
"Tell me to fuck you."
As his pace increased, so did her moans. She reached down between her legs to feel his cock and guide it to her pussy, brushing against her clit in the process. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. She couldn't stand it anymore.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
"Louder," he answered.
"Fuck me," she let out with a moan.
"Say it," he pressed.
"Fuck me!"
"What do you want?!"
"I want you to fuck me!"
"What?"
"FUCK MY PUSSY!"
- -
Aileen heard the words being spoken, but couldn't believe it was her. She'd never talked dirty to John. She'd never cheated on him, even with all the chances she'd had. She didn't understand why, but she didn't care anymore. She knew she loved John, but she wanted more than anything to be fucked by Charles. She bent at the waist, dropped her elbows onto the desk, looked back into his eyes and declared, "I want you to fuck my pussy!"
She saw him smile, then watched as he grabbed her waist with his right hand, his cock with his left, and slowly guided it inside her. She felt herself filling up and was overwhelmed. He didn't stop to pull out and reinsert, rather he slowly and steadily pressed his cock deeper and deeper inside her in a single, long thrust.
"You're tight as fuck," he muttered.
She'd never experienced anything like this. There was some pain, but she was determined to take his full length. Finally, she exhaled in a deep moan as she felt his body press against her ass. Immediately, she clenched tightly around his cock and heard him moan in response. She then pushed back hard, arching her back to swallow every last bit of him inside her. She was in heaven.
He pulled out, very slowly, until only the tip was inside her. Then, grabbing her hips tightly, he thrust into her, slamming his body against her ass. She craned her neck upwards and squealed in delight. With that, he began to fuck her, slowly at first, using the full length of his cock. Then progressively faster, slamming into her harder and harder with each thrust. Aileen, never before vocal during sex, moaned loudly each time he slammed against her. The louder she got the harder he fucked her until, finally, she yelped loudly as she came, collapsing onto the desk.
Triumphant, he pushed in deep as she clenched down on him. He slammed in hard a few more times, pausing each time until her moans subsided. He decided she'd had enough and pulled out slowly, then began stroking himself. She knew what was coming, but she had other plans.
- -
Charles felt victorious. Her pussy belonged to him now. But he wasn't done yet. He badly needed to cum, and he planned to cover her in it. Aileen looked back to see him jacking off over her, then suddenly stood up and turned to face him. He was stunned when, rather than getting dressed, she kicked off her shoes and pulled her slacks and panties off her ankles.
