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life by religion.
The author does not condone non-consensual sexual acts with women,
only with lawyers.
This story was previously posted under woman's name (NJillB2). She is
not the author of this work, I am. Please address any questions about this
to her.
Raping Mrs. Bailey (m/f nc oral anal)
by
Syncopate
I'm a professional runner. Okay, that's sort of the truth. I work as a
runner for a law firm. I run documents from lawyer to courthouse to
lawyer. It's not hard work, but most lawyers are real assholes once you
scratch the surface and the rest you don't have to scratch. So the job
pretty much sucks, but hey, writing plays doesn't pay the bills.
One day I was running what had become a weekly appointment. I
had to pick up one of the younger female attorneys, the honorable Mrs.
Bailey, from luch because she'd had a few too many drinks to drive.
I didn't really mind because she was kind of cute in a mousy sort
of way and she always overpaid me for my mileage as a way of saying
"thank you" for my silence (confidentiality is sacred in legal
circles) about her alcoholic tendencies.
Anyway, I picked her up at this swanky (in my opinion) little cafe
in midtown - a sort of winery or something. She was all giggly and was
telling me about some big case she hoped to work on and how they
wouldn't let her if they saw her like this. I'm just smiled and nodded
politely, all the time staring at her legs. I had a great view of her legs
because her already short skirt was hiked up.
We were stopped at a redlight and I was trying not to get a hard on
from the unnatural and carnal thoughts running through my head when I
heard the backdoor of my car open and slam shut.
"Don't turn around, just drive," says a voice from the back.
I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a kid, he couldn't have been
more than twelve or thirteen.
"Beat it kid," I said, "I don't have time to drive you around."
"Drive," he said, pulling out a giant revolver.
I looked at Mrs. Bailey. She was obviously scared, but she managed to
say something.
"Look, if you want money, I have two hundred dollars right her in my
purse."
The kid was enraged at this. "Shut up BITCH! I'll get your money when
I feel like it. Now DRIVE!"
So I floored it and ran the red light.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Just drive until I say stop."
I drove until we were well out of the suburbs and into undeveloped
wooded country. Eventually the kid pointed to a narrow gravel driveway.
I turned down it and drove forever, until finally it ended in a
clearing. He ordered us out of the car. We did as we were told.
"You," he said, gesturing toward Mrs. Bailey with the gun, "How old
are you?"
"What?" The question seemed out of place, although I'd often wondered
myself.
"You heard me."
"Tw-twenty eight," she stammered.
"What's your name?" The gun was pointed at her.
"What's your name?"
"M-Mary."
He slapped her- hard. I moved toward him but found the gun pointed
toward me.
"No it's not. It's Cunt." He said. "What is your name?"
"Now hold on," I interjected.
"Shut the fuck up or I'll use this," he screamed at me. "Now, tell me
what your name is lady."
"C-Cunt."
"That's right. Now strip Cunt."
"Listen here you little shit..." I was yelling.
The kid lunged at me. I looked up from the ground to find the
revolver aimed squarely between my eyes.
"If you say one more word..." He cocked the gun.
"No, don't!" Mrs. Bailey screamed.
"Take it all off lady."
Even with a gun to my head I couldn't help watching. She unbuttoned
her blouse and let it fall to the ground. Then she unzipped her skirt and
let it fall to the ground. She wasn't wearing any panties, and I could see
through her pantyhose that she had a thick patch of dark pubic hair, neatly
trimmed into a rectangle. I'd always been curious about that.
She reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It fell to the ground
and I nearly gasped when I saw her small firm breasts with dark tiny
nipples. I was surprised to see that her left nipple was pierced.
Our young assailant seemed equally fascinated. He let his gun drop
for a just a moment. I reached for his arm. He saw me and I heard the world
explode as the gun went off. Mrs. Bailey screamed. I thought I was dead,
but instead of a hole in my head, all I found was some powder burns.
"Next time you try something like that, I'll won't fucking miss!"
Mrs. Bailey was hysterical. "Calm down Cunt!"
She was still crying.
"Make her calm down," he yelled at me.
"Mrs. Bailey, Mary. I'm okay. He missed. I'm okay." After a minute or
so, she calmed down.
"Finish stripping Cunt."
Mrs. Bailey sniffed, then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her
pantyhose and began to slide them off. She bent over.
"Wait," said the kid, "turn around."
She did, and as she bent over to slide the pantyhose off her legs, I
saw her magnificient ass for the first time, as well as another surprise.
Mrs. Bailey had a tatoo, a pentagram.
"What are you Cunt, a devil worshipper?"
"No."
"What's this?"
She didn't answer.
"What is it Cunt?"
"It's just a superstition. It's supposed to keep away evil."
The kid laughed. "Maybe you should ask for a refund."
He grabbed Mary by her hair, but kept the gun on me. He half shoved,
half dragged her to the car. He forced her up on to the hood.
"Spread 'em." She complied.
" Are you..."
"Am I what?"
" Are you going to rape me." The answer seemed obvious.
"No." Mary looked relieved. "He is."
"What?" I said.
"You're going to rape her."
"Like hell I am."
"Like hell you aren't. In case you've forgotten, I have a gun. you'll
do what I say. Now get up and come over here."
I stood up and walked toward the car. The kid moved aside and pulled
me in front of her, between her spread legs. I could see her pussy for
the first time, and in spite of everything around me I wanted to reach out
and touch it.
"Go ahead. Touch her. Play with her titties."
I didn't move. I couldn't. She looked horrified.
"Do it asshole!"
Mary looked at me. She was suddenly a lot more calm.
"It's okay. Just do what he says, I know it isn't you. It's okay."
I reached out, just a little, and felt her breast. My finger passed
her pierced nipple. She gasped just a little.
"Yank it," ordered the kid.
I did what I was told. She screamed.
"Now Cunt, get down off that car and onto your knees."
She was beyond questioning either. She did what she was told.
"Unzip his pants."
She did as she was told.
"Suck his dick."
This wasn't happening. Some kid was not ordering this lawyer to suck
my dick. But it was.
Mary unzipped my pants. She slid them down. She looked up at me, and
whispered, "Don't fight it. I can do this. It isn't me or you, just let me
finish
you and he'll leave."
She cupped my balls with her hands, massaging them gentlyin her warm
hands She placed her mouth on my soft dick.I felt her tongue glide around
the head, then down the bottom of the shaft. By the time her mouth reached my
balls I was rock hard. She licked and sucked on my balls for a moment, then
returned her attention to my hard dick.
She traced her tongue up and down the shaft, then flicked it lightly
over the head. Then she began to pump her head up and down, piston fucking my
cock like a a machine. It was unreal, and in my excitement I tried to thrust it
deeper, but she held me tight. I'd had blow jobs before, but nothing like
this.
Ordinarily I would have shot my load already, but under the circumstances I
lasted a lot longer than normal. Still, I was about to blow my wad right down
Mary's throat when the kid stopped her.
"That's enough Cunt. You fucking slut! You like it don't you!"
He grabbed her hair then slapped her again. He pushed her up against
the car, then bent her over, grinding her face into the hood. Mary screamed.
"Here's something you won't like. Get over here." he was talking to me.
I walked toward the car.
"Now you're gonna get it Cunt. He's gonna fuck your tender virgin
asshole."
"No!" she screamed. "Please, no. I can't"
"Do it." the gun was pointed at me.
"Mary, I'm sorry." This time she said nothing, just cried and begged
for it not to happen.
I looked at the revolver then at Mary's tight asshole. My dick was
hard and slick with pre-cum and saliva. I pressed it against her.
"No no no no no...."
I pressed the hea in. It was tight, even with the lubrication I had
it was a struggle. I pressed a little deeper. I could feel her sphincter
muscles
contracting, desperately trying to expel my invading cock.
I pushed more. Half my cock was buried in her ass.
"All the way this time." demanded the kid.
I grabbed Mary's shoulders and pushed hard against her. My dick
buried all the way. I had never fucked a girl in the ass before. It was
unbelievably
tight, and the pressure of her body trying to push me out only added to the
sensation. I was wild with the need for release. I began to thrust in and out.
Mary was screaming, begging for it to stop, but I couldn't. I had forgotten all
about the kid with the gun. Nothing mattered now but relieving the pressure in
my dick. I thrust against her. I pressed down on her body. I reached around her
and grabbed her tits, squeezing them cruelly.
Finally release came. I came in her ass. She cried out one more time
as she felt the hot spunk fill her. Maybe she sensed it was over. I returned,
gradually to my senses. I looked around. The kid with the gun was gone, he'd
taken Mary's purse and disappeared. Mary was laying on the ground, crying
quietly. I reached out to touch her. She pulled away, then changed her mind and
grabbed me. I held her for hours, comforting her. We kissed and I could
taste the wine on her lips.
Epilogue:
We never told anyone about that day, just like we never told anyone
about what happened afterwards. We never talked about it either, but we both
knew
it was okay because it had broken down that wall that kept us apart. Everyday
during my break I'd find my way to her office. She'd suck my dick and I'd
repay the favor, tasting the pussy I'd lusted after for so long. Sometimes
she'd ask me to fuck her in the ass and I'd smile and comply, although it was
never quite as good as the first time.
That night when I got home, my little brother and I divided the $200
dollars he took from Mary's purse. I made sure Dad's gun was back in it's place
and
hid the blank cartridges in case we ever needed them again. It was a good plan,
it worked out better than I had intended.
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