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First installment in a series of stories about the fuck (and love) of my life and his buddy. (MMF, nc, rp, oral) *** Leaving the office building at such a late hour did not seem like such a bad idea at the time, and I didn’t think anything could happen to me in short distance I had to walk through the parking garage to my car. Although it was dark, there were lights in the parking garage, the parking garage attendant would here if I called for help, and Ken was waiting for me at the bar across the street for an after-work drink – he was there with a work colleague from out of town. What could happen? I walked around the lighted garden next to the building, sitting in the gazebo overlooking the lake and, finally unwinding from my hectic day, smoked half a joint. The combination of the peaceful garden and the weed relaxed me and calmed my mind, and helped me to move from workday concerns to a weekend frame of mind. As I walked toward my car, I noticed that mine was the only one left on this floor. Hurrying across the garage, I saw what looked like someone’s security key card on the ground. Bending over to pick it up, and standing up quickly, a head rush caused me to feel faint. I almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind me. Before I could react and turn around, my arms were pinned to my sides and my mouth covered by strong arms and hands. Darkness then, as something was tied over my eyes. I was dragged into what I took to be the stairway and heard the door slam shut. A voice whispered in my air that no one wanted going to hurt me; to just cooperate. I couldn’t have fought, frozen as I was in fear; my body trembling and breath coming quick and shallow. I was turned around and sat on the stairs, hands reaching up my skirt and touching me gently and expertly – "no panties" he whispered, and chucked as he began to finger me in a way I was powerless against reacting to – I felt my traitorous legs relax and separate slightly, allowing easier access. The man who had covered my eyes reached up and touched my face. With his hand on my cheek, he thumbed my mouth open, and rubbed his thumb across my lip. He bent down and kissed me on the mouth, his thumb holding my lips apart as he probed my mouth with his tongue. I was becoming less afraid, and thought that perhaps there was a safe way out of this for me, and attempted to calm my fear and acquiesce. I focused instead on the gentleness of this touch and the touch of the one below; the fragrant clean smell of him, the smell of clove gum on his breath. He stopped kissing me, and then something larger and blunter probed at my mouth, still open and wet. I opened yet wider, and accepted his dick into my mouth. It was the perfect size for sucking; not so long as to choke me, and not so wide as to tire my jaw – but a perfect size and, from the feel of it, a perfect shape. He twisted one hand in my hair and gripped the back of my head, and began fucking my mouth and throat in earnest, leaning me back against the steps to obtain a better angle, holding my hands above my head with his other hand. I could feel my skirt hitched higher and then felt a cool wetness on my exposed pussy. Oh my god, this man whose face I had never and could not now see was probing the most sensitive part of my body with his tongue, and I was helpless to resist. He spread and held my thighs open with his hands, feverishly fucking me with his long tongue, then licking my tender, swollen and growing clit, then fucking me with his tongue again. Just as I thought I was about to come he stopped abruptly. I tried to protest, but could not as my mouth was, as previously stated, full. My protest was premature, however, as the next sensation I felt was unmistakably one of a very large penis pressing to gain entrance. I could do nothing other than relax and open my legs further, and permit this trespass, or be torn and injured but still violated. My accoster did not attempt to rush, obviously aware of the potential his equipment possessed as a weapon, and slowly but steadily pushed in. His oral attention had served its purpose, and after only a minute or so he was fully in – I thought. He began stroking in and out slowly at first, but as my body responded by lubricating and adjusting to his width and length, he began fucking me faster and harder, holding me with one asscheek in each hand. Supported as I was by the one above with my wrist in his hands, and the one below with my ass in his hands, I stopped supporting myself with my feet, and wrapped my legs around his hips. With the first thrust of my nether attacker and my response, the one in my mouth quickly reached climax, and came in my mouth. I swallowed his salty cum, and lay my head back on the step as he released my hair and kissed my mouth again. I could then feel his hands unbutton and separate my blouse, and hand reach in and cup my breast in his palm, his fingers gently pinching my painfully hard nipple. He then moved his hand down my torso, and my body was electric and on fire as he touched and began manipulating my clit. The incredible fullness I was feeling, accompanied by this expert manipulation, was giving me some of the greatest physical pleasure I had ever felt. I began to cry out, and his left hand covered my mouth, stifling my cries. I felt his breath against my ear, and his admonishment - "Sshh." Still my body tensed and spasmed; I could feel my cunt tighten and my hips buck as I felt wave and wave of pleasure overtake me. I felt for a moment that I lost consciousness; when I came back to awareness the breathy whisper asked "are you ok?" When I nodded the final assault began. The one began pounding furiously, ploughing to depths I did not think could be physically possible, touching places inside which I did not previously know existed. The other maintained his attention to my swollen clitoris, which was nearly so engorged and sensitive as to be painful to touch, and these actions together took me over the edge to the orgasm I knew was there, past the pain, to the highest level of physical ecstasy I had ever experienced, as my molester gripped me tightly to him, in the throes of his own orgasm. After a period of time, which turned out to be minutes, but seemed much longer, I came to myself again to find myself alone, sitting in the driver’s seat of my locked car, with my clothing returned to rights and my purse next to me. In fact, it was my purse, or my cell phone in my purse, which had stirred me. "Where are you? We have a margarita waiting here for you, and the ice is melting." Ken’s voice on the line. Trying to shake this sense of surrealism, I reply – "sorry, took me a little longer to get away than I thought – you know how I am, you should have added 20 minutes to the time I told you". "Well, get you’re fine ass over here, we don’t want to start this party without you" – Ken says. Smooching into the phone, he hangs up. Only shaking a little now, I light a cigarette, start the car, and drive across the street to the Cantina. I park the car, and sit there while I finish my cigarette. I check my appearance in the rearview, finding that I only need a little lipstick and a quick brush of hair to be fully presentable. I am beginning to think that all that just happened is a figment of my definitely overactive imagination. I steady myself, collect my things, and walk in. Ken’s friend is one I have heard about often, but this is my first time meeting him. I walk in the door and stand to the side for a moment, trying to sight them in the busy bar. Finally, I see Ken waving to me, and the man across from him looking over his shoulder in my direction. I walk across the room, appreciating the attention I get from those men who enjoy a voluptuous woman – I am not skinny, nor am I fat; I am a girl who looks like a girl, and have learned to accept that and dress in a way to accentuate my assets. Believe me, there are plenty of men who appreciate this, not the least of all the one looking at me across the room, smiling his ‘I have a dirty little secret’ smile, his eyes sparkling wickedly, my clues that he is a few drinks ahead of me this evening, and in a very good mood. I finally reach him and step into his arms to be held and kissed. I decide that I have definitely been hallucinating, and that all I experienced was some sort of fleeting hallucination. "Sugar, I want you to meet Kevin, you’ve heard me talk so much about him," Ken smiles at me. I put on my most engaging and open smile, and reach my hand out to Kevin to shake. He takes my hand, and pulls me in to give me a cheek kiss. As he does, I catch the unmistakable fragrance of cloves on his breath... *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 29