Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Fucking Fox Sports (Part 1) Author: TheBigLove126 Keywords: MF, celeb, nc-con, oral, voy, bd Summary: Molly McGrath's day in Eugene, Oregon - Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story involving a celebrity sports reporter that involves both rape and consensual sex. Any similarities to real events are purely coincidental. If you have any questions, comments or other feedback to this or any of my other stories; feel free to contact me at - thebiglove126@yahoo.com or chat with me on YIM, I am almost always online. When it comes to request, I will take them if they interest me and I like the celeb (no Miley, no Lohan, no Scarlett and absolutely no Kardashian). For more celeb stories from myself and many other great writers, visit my forum at http://www.celebritystorylibrary.com/ today! - "Welcome to Autzen Stadium in Eugene, Oregon," Gus Johnson, play-by-play commentator for Fox College Football, said. "Today the number two ranked Oregon Ducks host the number thirteen Michigan State Spartans live, right here on Fox!" As the commentators bantered between each other in the booth, sideline reporter Molly McGrath waited patiently for her time on camera. Having been a sideline reporter for a year, Molly had risen high in the ranks of the FOX Sports. When the new network Fox Sports 1 launched thirteen months earlier, she was simply a news update anchorwoman who would work third or fourth-tier football games, both professional and college. She got her big break and national notice during a blizzard-ridden NFL game between the Detroit Lions and host Philadelphia Eagles. Bundled up in heavy jackets as the wind blew snow violently into her face, she gained exposure when measuring the snow, looking surprised at the height of the pile of snow, which reached eight inches and another at six. Twitter would blow up with jokes about "six inches being enough" for the perky blonde. "And now down to Molly McGrath for a report before kickoff," Gus said as the camera switched to the happy young woman, dressed in a dark blue dress. As she began to report on the visiting Spartans, a man was walking behind her and stopped. While still in view of the camera, the man looked around before crouching down and slowly shuffling his way towards the unsuspecting reporter. "When it comes to Oregon, after talking to quarterback Marcus Mariota, he knows that today is his opportunity to shake the `soft' label that followed after last week's performance," she reported as the man now out of camera shot was mere inches from her smooth legs. "Going against a tough defense, he kno-" Molly stopped as her dress was pulled up over her face, exposing her slender body to the high definition camera. Unluckily for her, a warm and sticky day in Eugene, Oregon led to her decision to go without underwear for the day. As a result, the national audience on the main Fox network was looking at the nude twenty-five year old figure of Molly McGrath. As the man ran away and the camera switched back up to the booth, Molly screamed and pulled her dress down as fast as possible. She looked at the cameraman who was in shock before she started hearing whistles and catcalls from the Oregon University students in the crowd. "Woo, give us some more of that, blondie!" a male voice yelled. "Nice little tits!" another man yelled. "Strip sister!" a woman yelled. Molly threw her microphone down and ran away crying from the sidelines and down the tunnel where the Oregon team had come out of. Ignoring everyone in her path, the woman who had progressed so much in her career ran into the nearest ladies room and entered a toilet stall. She grabbed a ball of toilet paper and tried to stop the steady stream of tears flowing from her big brown eyes. Minutes later, a female Fox executive came into the bathroom looking for Molly. She knocked on the stall door and asked if she was okay. Molly flushed the ball of tear-soaked tissue down the toilet and unlocked the door. The executive saw her cheeks stained in mascara and her eyes very bloodshot, still leaking tears of embarrassment. "Molly, I'm so sorry," the woman said. "I think it's best if you just went back to the hotel, we can find someone else to do the sideline duties today." Molly sniffled and nodded before walking out of the bathroom. The executive called a car for her and had her taken back to the Hilton hotel in Eugene. She sat in the backseat of the car, keeping her eyes closed and fighting every droplet in her eyes from rolling down her cheek. Once at the hotel, Molly reached into her purse and realized that her key was missing. Her mind immediately shot back to earlier in the day, before she left for the stadium. After locking the door, she went to put the key in her bag when a young woman started to chat with her. She was unaware at the time that the key missed the bag and hit the floor. She made her way up to her level in the building and looked around but could not find the key. Molly rushed back down to the lobby and approached the desk. "Can I help you, miss?" the young man behind the desk asked. "I uh, I lost the key to my room," she said. "No problem, what is your room number?" he asked as he noticed the small amount of mascara left on her cheeks, deciding against mentioning it. "Um, two-seventy-eight," she said as she pulled her driver's license out, handing it to the man to confirm her identity. As she looked around nervously, just wanting to lay down and forget the incident, the man looked at the name, looked at her and silently snickered. "Ah yes, Ms. McGrath," he said as he reached under the desk. "Here's your spare." "Thank you," Molly said with a smile before rushing up to her room. "No problem," he said as he watched her run away. When the incident happened at the stadium, Molly was never able to see the face of the man who had humiliated her. Had she seen him, she would have been much more frightened by the man at the desk. Her attacker was the same man who just handed her the room key. The same man who reached back under the desk and put a second spare to room two-seventy-eight in his pocket. "Sorry about you luck, Ms. McGrath," he said under his breath. Molly ran into her room and stripped the blue dress from her body, throwing it in the trash can. She never wanted to see the dress that caused her massive humiliation ever again. Kicking her high-heeled shoes off, she jumped into the shower to give herself a thorough cleaning. Standing directly under the shower head with warm water raining on her smooth skin, she stared up at the ceiling and softly sobbed as the memories of the day replayed in her mind. With her crying fit, Molly remained in the shower for a lengthy time. While she was in there, the man who was responsible for her humiliation quietly inserted the spark key into the lock. Slowly inching the door open, he could hear the shower running behind the bathroom door which brought an evil smile to his face. "Trying to wash the humiliation away, Molly?" he quietly asked as he snuck to the other side of the room, darting into the closet and hiding. Luckily for him, the closet was going unused by the petite sportscaster so he had no worries of her opening it up and finding him. He slightly cracked the door open so he could see the bathroom door. His heart was racing as he heard the water shut off and the curtain slide to one side. A minute later, a soaking wet Molly McGrath emerged from the steamy room, drying her hair with a bright purple towel. Molly threw a leg up on the ottoman and started to dry her lower body off. The angle she was at gave the man a clear look at her nether regions. He could see her bare ass as the soft, pink lips of her beautiful pussy. He could not help himself as he slowly unzipped his jeans and started jerking off to the site of the woman drying herself. She turned around and dried her ass off, showing the front of her body towards the closet, giving him as clear a look at her naughty parts as the viewing audience on Fox received. "Oh," he whispered as his eyes were drawn to her trimmed pussy hair, shaped in a landing strip. "Oh yeah," he panted as he furiously jerked himself. As she reached the towel under her crotch and toweled off her pussy, he was struggling to hold back any longer. He slowly went from a kneeling position to a sitting position and finished himself off once she bent over and reached for clothes in her bag. The man plastered the inside of the doors in thick shots of his cum. He had to fight every urge to yell out as he had the best orgasm of his twenty-something years. The man stopped paying attention to Molly as she dressed herself in a small pair of pink shorts and a body-hugging white tank top. She adjusted her breasts in the shirt before flopping on the bed. The woman made herself comfortable before she shoved her face into the pillow and started crying as hard as she could. She was finally in the place she wished to be from the second the incident happened. She continued to cry for about an hour until her eyes dried up and her sobs switched to snores. With Molly now asleep, the man, who was still sitting with a rock hard cock in his hand, was finally able to move without threat of her hearing anything. He slowly rose to his feet and opened the closet door. Being very careful, he tiptoed his way over to the bed where the sleeping woman was in a peaceful state. Molly was laying on the edge of the bed on his side, facing away from him. One hand was on top of the extra pillow while the other was under. The sheet overtop of her was covering from just under her breasts, down. Her dried blonde hair was a mess and she softly purred with each exhale. The man noticed every detail as he hovered over her with his cock still in hand. Carefully, the man pulled the sheet down until it passed by the short pair of shorts she was wearing. She did not move an inch as her helpless body became more exposed. He slowly bent his knees and drew his cock towards her ass. Gently, he rested the throbbing head of his cock on the center of her ass cheek. He pulled out his cellphone from his jeans and took a picture of his member touching Molly. He took a second picture zoomed out as far as possible, showing all of Molly's slumbered body in the shot. The man cautiously moved his cock and rested across the side of her chest, as close to her breasts as he could get without falling forward and waking her. He took two more pictures, one close-up shot and one full body shot. Next, he rested it on her neck, the first skin on skin contact, and took two more pictures. Now he took a daring action, brushing her blonde hair off of her left ear. He leaned forward as far as possible and rested his shaft on her ear, his balls sitting directly behind it and the head, had she been awake, in view. He took several pictures of his seven-inch member draped across her beautiful face. Slowly, the man began to move his cock back and forth, sliding against her ear as she slumbered. Without any fear, he dropped his hand down and petted her hair. Finally, after the two minute assault, Molly's eyes opened up and she turned her head towards the man. "Wha-" she said before the man threw his hand tightly against her mouth. "Enjoying your nap, Ms. McGrath?" he said as he put his face inches away from hers. Molly's eyes were wide as she breathed heavily in fear. She flinched as his free hand moved towards her head to pet her hair again. "Did you miss me?" he asked, confusing her. "You don't remember me?" he said as she remained still. "I'm going to let go of your mouth and if you scream, it will be the last sound you ever make. Understand?" Molly nodded and the man pulled his hand away from her mouth. She remained still as she kept her eyes on his, avoiding any accidental sight of his rock hard cock. "Who are you?" she asked in a shaky voice. "You don't remember me?" he asked. "The man who gave you your fucking room key?" "But wh-" she started before being cut off. "The same man who lifted your dress up on national television," he said with a smirk and laugh. "Y-you?" she asked, every muscle in her body shaking in terror. "Me," he said with a big smile. "Why me?" "Look at you," he said, pointing down her body. "Who wouldn't want to see all of that?" "You are sick," she said as she tried to slide away from him. The man grabbed her arm, stopping her movement, and pulled her closer. He got onto the bed and sat down on her pelvis. She immediately tried to slap him but he caught both hands and yanked her up. He forced his lips to hers and gave her and unwanted kiss, making sure to keep his tongue away from her teeth. She groaned and tried to scream, causing her to get a slap across the face. "When I tell you to shut up, you shut up, cunt!" he yelled as he raised his fist above his head to scare her. Molly squealed and put her hands in front of her face, preparing to be hit. The man simply laughed at her fear. "Please, whatever you want you can have, just let me go," she begged as she moved her hands away. "How can I go if what I want is right in front of me?" he asked as he reached for his cock. "No, please," she continued to beg. "Please, I have a boyfriend. You can't" "I can do whatever the fuck I want, Molly," he said as he grabbed a strap of her tank top and tore it to shreds. Molly tried to stop him but was unsuccessful as he grabbed the neck of her shirt and ripped it straight down the middle, exposing her breasts. The man slid his body up hers until his ass was planted on her stomach. He grabbed his cock and rubbed the purple head against her hardening nipples. He loved the feel of his smooth cock against the hard little nub, tickling where the head and shaft connect. Molly was sobbing as she unsuccessfully tried to push him away. She hated the feeling that he loved so much of his cock molesting both of her tiny, pink nipples. She tried slapping and kicking him, as well as trying to roll him off of her, but he greatly over powered the short woman. The nipple molestation only lasted for about a minute until the man ripped the pillow out from under her head. Roughly, he pulled the long pillowcase off and began to roll it up. The attacker grabbed her slender wrist, tying one end around it and the other to the post of the hotel bed. As her fighting increased, he grabbed another pillow and did the same. Once she was locked in place, he rose off of her body and stepped off of the bed. Molly wriggled and writhed her body around, trying to break free of her restraints, while the man stood next to her laughing his ass off. "You pretty little slut, I bet you think you can get free," he mocked. "Like I don't know how to tie a knot at all, right? That's insulting to me." Molly looked over at him as he pulled his shirt off and reached for her. He grabbed the tattered remains of Molly's shirt and tore them away, leaving her completely topless. She continued to try and fight her way free but was starting to realize her fate. The man, still laughing, walked to the foot of the bed and crawled on. Avoiding her flailing legs, he grabbed control and spread her legs wide. Molly suddenly froze as, for the first time, her most private area was in danger. She stared down as the naked stranger reached for her shorts. "No, no," she said as tried to close her legs. "Yes, yes," he said as he grabbed the top of her short and, with one hard yank, tore it open and giving him an up-close look of her landing strip. "Nobody does that and doesn't need a good fucking." Molly broke out in tears as he shoved his face into her crotch and ate out her pussy. Her tears were not just because of the violation but of the embarrassment that the man learned about. "You little slut, you are as wet as a swamp," he said as he rubbed his mouth against her pussy, which was as juicy as a fresh peach. "You're liking this!" "No way!" she proclaimed as her face turned bright red. "So if I lick this damp cunt of yours, you WON'T cum in under a minute?" he mocked. "N-no," she stuttered, trying to convince him (and herself) that she was being truthful. The man instantly darted his tongue deep into Molly's pussy, easily sliding between her vaginal walls with the assistance of the high volume of wetness that had formed. He used his finger to rapidly rub her beat-red clit while his lips toyed with hers. Molly was trying to contain her moans and groans as her nerves were on fire from the sexual excitement inside of her. As much as her brain hated what was happening to her, her libido was fighting her every step of the way. Thirty seconds after the man's tongue entered the pussy of Molly McGrath, her body tightened up and shot an orgasmic spray into the man's face. He pulled his mouth away while continuing to rub her clit, watching the spray shoot out and coat his face again. Molly let out several high-pitched moans as her body continued to climax. "You were saying?' he asked as she was still in mid-orgasm despite the spray dying down. "I believe you said that you didn't like this and you weren't going to cum in under a minute?" "I-I-I," she said as she panted, trying to regain her composure. "This could go so much easier for me if you just tell the truth Ms. McGrath," he said as he rose to his knees. Molly's eyes lowered to his cock, staring straight at it, as she caught her breath. She took a deep sigh before looking back at him. "You son of a bitch," she said before looking at his cock again. "If I say `no', what are you going to do to me?" "I'll fill that pretty little pussy of yours and put a baby in you," he said with an evil grin. "And if I say yes?" she asked while a small smile came to her face when the idea of her pussy being filled hit her ears. "If you have to ask, we already know the answer," he said as he scooted closer to her. "I'm on the pill," she said as she opened her legs wider for him. "So I'm not going to answer." "If you don't, I'm just going to leave," he said as he backed away. "No! My answer is...no," she softly said. "You should probably punish me!?" she asked with a shrug and a smile. The man chuckled as he pushed his cock against her soaking wet pussy and slammed in. She let out a deep moan as she felt all seven inches of his thick, throbbing dick slide into her with no struggle. "Holy shit!" she screamed as rested her head on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. Molly's body rocked back and forth on the bed as she was roughly fucked by the man who had humiliated her earlier in the day. The young blonde quickly started to match the rhythm of her fucking, slamming her pelvis against his and adding to the pleasure of the situation. Any hatred or humiliation had disappeared, having been replaced by an intense feeling of passion. The man grabbed Molly's left leg and lifted it up, resting it on his shoulder. He leaned forward, bending her body and giving himself great leverage as he roughly fucked his now-willing "victim". Molly giggled as she felt his cock go deeper inside at the new angle, something she had not thought was possible. Her brown eyes glistened as she stared into the man's focused set. "Harder," she whispered. "Say it again," he said as he slowed down. "Harder," she said louder. "I guess you want me to stop," he said as he slowed all the way down, leaving just his head inside her. "Harder you motherfucker!" she screamed before he put all of his weight into a forward thrust. The man went so far down that he thought he had dislocated her leg. Her body was folded up tightly and his face was an inch from hers. Molly did not scream or beg for him to stop. No, instead she popped her head up and gave him a hard kiss, allowing her tongue to slide against his. Their tongues danced in his mouth as his forceful fucking kept her in a tight fold. As they kissed, the man reached up and released her hand from the bed post. He freed her other hand and picked her up from under her back. He rose to his knees while holding the girl tight and turned around. He lay flat on the bed and released the grip on her. She pulled off of him and situated herself in a comfortable spot, hovering her soaking wet cunt above his slick cock. Molly spit in her hand and reached down, giving his cock a quick stroke or five before lowering herself back onto him. She brought her hands to her head and ran her slender fingers through her wavy blonde hair as she happily bounced her petite body up and down. She stopped every few seconds to sit down on his cock, taking it all inside her, and rocking her hips around in a sexy manner. "You are a dirty little slut," the man said as Molly giggled. "You have no idea," she said with a wink before continuing to ride her former rapist. Molly dropped one hand to her chest, pinching her nipple and moaning louder than ever before. She could not remember the last time she had been fucked so well. She gripped onto her hair and tugged it down in front of her eyes as she had another orgasm. She bit down on her lip and arched her back as her pussy tugged and pulled at the man's cock. The sight of her body stretched backwards, along with the sounds of her moaning and the feeling of her orgasming cunt was enough to bring the man to his edge. He sat up and dropped Molly on her back, falling on top of her. As their sweaty torsos slid across each other, he hit her with a few final thrusts before shooting a massive load deep in her abused pussy. He dug his face into her neck and moaned as shot after shot of thick, creamy cum painted the interior of her love tunnel. Molly softly bit down on his neck as she felt his warm seed spreading inside of her. Once he finished cumming they remained in place, panting and moaning into each other as their bodies recovered from their moment of passion. After a few minutes the man rolled off of her and lay next to her. "Damn," he said. "Wow," she said. "That wa-was not what I thought I'd be dodoing tonight." "And just think, ten minutes ago you hated me," he said with a laugh. "You're lucky I haven't been fucked in a month," Molly said as she sat up. "Sucks I had to have my naked body on national television to get it." "Eh, at least you will still get paid for doing nothing," the man said. "I'm Red, by the way." "You sure are," she laughed as she grabbed his red, withering cock. "Nice to meet you, Red,' she said as she kissed his cock head. Molly's cell phone went off and she grabbed it off of the nightstand. She read a text message from her boss. "We know you are going through some trouble, you can stay in Eugene until Tuesday morning, "the text read. "Jill Arrington will work `America's Pregame' on Monday." "Wow, looks like I'm staying here for an extra day," she told Red. "I wonder what I can do to pass the time," she said as she pulled the tattered remains of her shorts off. As she crawled back on the bed, her phone went off again. "Oh my god Molly, I can't believe that. If you need someone to talk to, I can head out there as fast as possible," the text read. Molly looked over at Red. "I think I found a way to make this so much better," she said with a wicked grin. "Ever wanted a threesome?" Red's ears perked up as Molly texted away on her phone. "Thank you so much, I would love it if you could show up here. I really need a girl my age to talk to," she texted. Molly crawled up next to Red and rested her head on his chest. "She might take a little `convincing' as well but I guarantee she will like it by the end," she said as she kissed his chest and heard her phone make a sound. "I'll be there first thing in the morning," the next text read. "Katie Nolan to the rescue!" To be continued...