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The Last Ones There
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

Two staff members of an art museum are left to close 
together after a cocktail reception. The only problem 
is that the female boss has no idea how out of control 
her male employee's obsession with her has become. 
This story is written in two parts - one from her 
perspective, and one from his. (MF, nc, rp, v)
 
***

Part 1: Her

The night was starting to wind down. I had offered to 
close the building with my team, but tonight my team 
was just him and I. As the guests trickled out I went 
downstairs and checked the lower floors and grabbed my 
purse. It had been a long night and I couldn't wait to 
put my feet up at home.

I met briefly with the other managers to recap on the 
night's events, but soon the building fell silent as 
we watched the others leave. "I don't think I've ever 
been the last one here," I remarked as I walked to the 
control room.

"But you're not," he replied. "WE are the last ones."

He smirked as I turned and locked eyes with him. His 
voice struck me oddly. I had never heard him speak 
that way before. He sounded breathless, impatient. 
Maybe he hadn't wanted to stay with me after all.

I stopped in front of the main computer and started 
punching buttons. "Look, I'm sorry if this is taking 
too long for you. You don't have to stay... I'm almost 
done. I'll be fine." I pasted a smile on my face as I 
turned towards him. 

A smile crept over his face as well. "No... I want to 
stay. I want to help you however I can. I don't get to 
work with you enough as it is."

He moved closer as he said this. I took a step back 
almost involuntarily. Why was he acting so strange? I 
felt distinctly different in his presence tonight. I 
couldn't tell if he was upset with me, or thinking 
about quitting, or just had something on his mind. But 
I could confront him in the morning. At that moment I 
didn't want anything more than just to collapse on my 
couch, kick off my heels, and have a glass of wine.

I pushed past him rather abruptly and called over my 
shoulder "We're almost done! I'm going to the 
reflection room."
	
I heard his footsteps behind me as I strutted into the 
last room. I had worn my best cocktail dress to this 
event; it draped softly around my body but hugged my 
curves below the waist. It wasn't too short in length, 
but the plunging neckline made it simpler to not wear 
a bra. My breasts bounced gently against the fabric as 
I strode across the floor in my matching stiletto 
heels, and with every step I took I could feel him 
watching my body move as I walked. 

A sinking feeling was growing in my stomach. The 
entire night was starting to replay itself in my head, 
and I was realizing more and more that his attention 
was becoming more focused on me with each passing day. 
Why had I let him stay? Why hadn't I asked someone 
else to stay with us? 

I turned the corner and flipped off half the lights. 
We were almost done. I had my things gathered, I had 
my keys in my purse, and we were very close to the 
exit. Maybe I would take the long way around to the 
parking garage so I could walk alone.

"Hey... how are you supposed to turn this thing off?" 
His question interrupted my thoughts and distracted 
me. The goddamned breaker box must have tripped again.
	
I walked over and flipped open the cover. "This 
happens all the time. The breaker trips, so you just 
have to—"

I stopped as I looked at the switches. They weren't 
tripped. There was nothing wrong with them.

"Umm... what's the problem?" My voice broke as I 
looked at him. His eyes bore into mine, and the only 
way to describe the look on his face was hunger. 
Terrible hunger.

My heart fluttered as his hands slid around my waist 
and his lips met mine. He pulled my body roughly 
towards his and slid his tongue in my mouth, breathing 
heavily. I cried out in surprise—I couldn't believe he 
actually fucking tried this on me!

My hands came up and pushed him away. His mouth broke 
away and trailed down my neck as I tried to separate 
myself from his grip.

"What... what the hell are you doing?! Stop!" I said 
breathlessly. My head was spinning with anger. How 
dare he?

"I've been watching you all night and I need this," he 
breathed in my ear. "I know you want it too. I see the 
way you look at me..."

My temper flared. "What the fuck are you talking 
about?! I would never look at you that way! Let me 
go!"

With all of my might I shoved him away. It took him by 
surprise, and he stumbled backwards over a table as I 
hurried towards the desk where my purse was sitting. 
This was a mistake. I had been fucking stupid. I 
tripped on one of my heels and winced, leaning down to 
adjust it before I could move on.

This was all he needed to catch up to me. I heard his 
footstep behind me, too late to react. As I 
straightened up he grabbed me violently, his arms 
encircled my body and his hand clamped over my mouth. 
My breath was knocked out as I screamed a silent 
scream against his fingers. He breathed heavily into 
my ear as he tackled me down onto one of the couches, 
his weight crushing me as I struggled in terror.

"Not going anywhere now, are you honey?" he growled 
into my ear. I cried out again in complete disbelief. 
What was happening to me? This wasn't funny! I just 
wanted to go home...

I thrashed my arms and legs wildly as he turned me 
over on my back. He looked down at me as he pinned my 
wrists above my head, his lustful eyes staring down 
ruthlessly into mine. He had me now. He was so much 
stronger than me.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" I cried out in 
desperation. "You're hurting me!"

He leaned down. "Not yet I'm not," he whispered into 
my ear. His grasp around my wrists tightened as he 
spread my legs with his. He shoved his free hand up my 
skirt and, in one swift movement, tore my lace panties 
clean off. As I screamed in pain I finally realized 
that he was going to rape me. He was going to fuck me, 
against my will, as I tried to stop him. How could he 
do this to me? We had fun together! He respected me! 
He would never hurt me!

The building echoed with my cries as I begged him to 
stop. He seemed to relish my fear, moaning as I 
struggled against him, trying desperately to free my 
hands as he reached down and unzipped his pants. I 
felt him, warm and stiff, pressing against my leg. I 
reeled in disgust as he spat in his hand. But I 
panicked as I felt his fingers roughly smear his spit 
underneath my skirt.

"OH, PLEASE! STOP IT! STOP!!" I screamed, my voice 
echoing in the empty building. His cock throbbed 
against me as his breathing quickened and he 
positioned the head roughly between my shaking legs.

No. This couldn't be happening. Not me, not here! I 
screamed in protest, anything to make him stop, 
anything to save me from this. But it didn't do 
anything but turn him on more, and he groaned in 
pleasure as he slammed himself inside me as hard as he 
could.

His cock was huge. Pain shot through me, but before I 
could scream I choked as his hand closed over my 
mouth. He pulled out and then thrust back inside me 
again, and again. He fucked me as hard and as fast as 
he could, burying himself deep inside me as my muffled 
cries choked up behind his fingers. My struggling 
weakened as his body rocked against mine endlessly. He 
moaned lewdly in my ear as his free hand grabbed my 
dress strap and tore it away from my shoulder; in a 
fit of excitement he ripped the front of my dress in 
half and buried his face in my naked tits. He bared 
his teeth and gnawed at my skin as I struggled in vain 
to free my hands again.

His thrusting became more violent as he moaned in my 
ear, telling me to take him inside of me, telling me 
how much I teased him and how I was asking to get 
fucked. "Now you get to take it good and hard... 
that's right, fight me... turns me on..."

I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out. The pain 
between my legs was more intense than ever, and I 
could feel every inch of him slipping inside and 
hitting me deep inside, again and again. As he 
muttered in my ear I thought about every interaction 
we had had, all the laughs and late nights, and the 
first time I had caught him looking at me. How naïve I 
had been. How I had no idea that my presence would 
push him over the edge to the point that he would 
force himself violently on me.

His groans turned into screams, and his thrusting 
turned maniacal. His hand left my mouth and gripped my 
throat, but not before I screamed at the top of my 
lungs. His screams matched mine as he came, and I felt 
every hot burst of his seed as it spilled inside me 
and dripped out over my thighs. I felt a terrible jolt 
of fear as I thought about getting pregnant, but then 
my vision blurred and darkened as his fingers 
tightened around my throat. My world went black as the 
last thing I felt was more of his cum dripping out of 
me, and the last thing I heard was my name being 
moaned into my ear.


Part 2: Him

She had asked me to close with her that night. I 
agreed to because I knew she wouldn't have anyone else 
to help her, but god damn was it getting hard to be 
around her. I had been pretty successful in 
controlling my urges in the beginning, but my wall of 
resolve was slowly starting to crumble.

I knew the night was going to be tough for me when I 
walked in and saw her with her back to me, that curvy 
little ass wrapped tight in a silky dress, stiletto 
heels accenting her incredible legs. Her curly hair 
was cascading down her back. She moved then, stepping 
out of someone's way, and I felt a rush of excitement. 
My cock twitched and started to press against my 
pants. I turned away and started getting things ready.

The night went fast, and soon we were watching the 
last staff members leave before we headed upstairs to 
shut down. 

She commented on being the last one in the building. 
"But you're not," I replied. "WE are the last ones." 
As she turned to face me I smirked, trying too late to 
play it off as a joke, but her quizzical look told me 
she was starting to suspect something. All the better; 
I couldn't hide it completely any more. Maybe all of 
the months of pent-up sexual frustration would finally 
become obvious.

She stopped in front of the main computer and started 
punching buttons. "Look, I'm sorry if this is taking 
too long for you. You don't have to stay... I'm almost 
done. I'll be fine."

Her face was casual but her voice gave away some 
anxiety. She definitely knew something was up. Sure 
she wanted me to leave, but I wasn't going to be 
pushed away so easily.

"No... I want to stay. I want to help you however I 
can. I don't get to work with you enough as it is." I 
put on my good-helpful-gentleman face, just trying to 
be a good guy, definitely not thinking about cornering 
her, grabbing her and—

She pushed past me and strode towards the reflection 
room, calling back cheerfully that we were almost 
done. I was running out of time.

I walked after her, eyes glued to her ass as it bobbed 
gently with her walk. Running out of time? Time to do 
what exactly? Tell her that my affections for her were 
bordering on obsession? That I thought about fucking 
her every moment we were together? I wasn't sure, 
exactly, but I wouldn't have much longer alone with 
her until we went home and another day would pass 
without relief.

She turned the corner and flipped off half the lights, 
but not before I caught a glimpse of her purse sitting 
on the desk by the door. Fuck. She was ready to walk 
out the door within a matter of minutes. How could I 
distract her? I headed to the breaker box to get the 
rest of the switches turned off, then suddenly had an 
idea. 

"Hey... how are you supposed to turn this thing off?" 
I stood by the box, trying to appear confused, 
adrenaline surging through my veins as I watched her 
approach me. I realized too late that I hadn't 
actually tripped the switches, so in about 3 seconds 
she would see nothing was wrong with them and escape 
me again. No fucking way that was going to happen. My 
head swam with lust as she stopped in front of me and 
inspected the box. She reached over and flipped open 
the cover. "This happens all the time. The breaker 
trips, so you just have to—"

God damn, look at those tits. They heaved gently as 
she reached over to open the breaker box. She wasn't 
wearing a bra. I felt myself stiffening as I realized 
this.

She had stopped talking. She was staring at me. I 
stared back at her, mind racing with filthy thoughts, 
trying to think of something to blurt out and failing.

And suddenly I was fucking tired of it all. Tired of 
having to behave myself, tired of the hunger, tired of 
keeping my hands off. I wanted to touch her. My hands 
moved of their own accord and slid around her curvy 
hourglass waist. Her mouth opened in protest as my 
lips met hers. She tasted sweet. My whole body 
screamed for more as I slid my tongue in her mouth, 
trying to kiss her as deeply as I could. She wasn't 
kissing me back. She pulled her face away, but I was 
ready to explore her neck then anyway. I trailed 
kisses down towards her collarbone until I heard her 
speak.

"What... what the hell are you doing?! Stop!" she said 
breathlessly. How cute. She was still playing hard to 
get even as my attraction to her was made completely 
obvious. She didn't know yet that I was going to have 
her, that there was no turning back now. I decided to 
give her some encouragement, so she could drop that 
little façade.

"I've been watching you all night and I need this," I 
breathed in her ear. "I know you want it too. I see 
the way you look at me..."

It didn't go exactly as I had planned. She wasn't 
having it. She struggled to back away as she exclaimed 
"what the fuck are you talking about?! I would never 
look at you that way! Let me go!"

Suddenly she shoved me away as hard as she could. It 
took me by surprise and I lost my balance when I hit 
the table behind me. As I fell I saw her walking 
hastily towards the desk where her purse was. God 
dammit, no! No fucking way. I had already blown my 
cover with her and this little tease was still going 
to deny me everything she flaunted day in and day out?

I sprang to my feet, pulse racing with anticipation. 
In a strange way I was even more turned on than I had 
been five minutes ago. Now our little princess was 
going to have to be shown that you can't tease a man 
endlessly and expect not to get fucked. Yes. My sex-
saturated mind repeated the thought as I saw her trip 
and stop to fix her heel. She was going to get fucked. 
And there she was for the taking.

My cock stiffened rock hard as I grabbed her from 
behind and clamped one hand over her mouth. She cried 
out, but it was muffled and weak sounding. Oh yes, she 
was weak, at least compared to me. The strength I felt 
was overpowering as I felt her struggle uselessly 
against me, grinding her little ass incessantly into 
my crotch. I almost came right then and there, but I 
controlled the urge as I threw the both of us onto the 
nearest couch. God yes. Her body moved and squirmed 
underneath me, but it wouldn't help her. 

"Not going anywhere now, are you honey?" The words 
left my mouth before I even realized I had spoken. 
Even I couldn't stop me if I wanted to anymore. My 
body was taking over and my mind was just enjoying the 
show.

I grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head as 
she struggled harder, terror written across her face. 
Her eyes locked on mine. "Why are you doing this to 
me?!" she cried out in desperation. "You're hurting 
me!"

Ha. Why? She should have been asking how I had held 
off for so long. Maybe she should have thought about 
this when she crashed into my life, a ball of fun and 
sexy, already everything I wanted in a woman. Maybe 
she should have ditched her boyfriend and wanted me 
instead. Maybe she should have not shown off her curvy 
little body to me all night in this dress.

I leaned closer and whispered menacingly "Not yet I'm 
not." My cock was quite a bit bigger than average, and 
I had been told by many women to take it easy during 
sex, and I never got to go as deep or as fast as I 
wanted because it was usually too much for them to 
handle. But this girl was in for a world of hurt. She 
would get no such delicacy from me now. She had to be 
taught a lesson.

I forced her to spread her legs by wedging my own legs 
between hers. There she was, struggling and sexy 
beneath me, pretty face staring up at mine, eyes 
pleading, smooth legs wide open and ready for me to 
take her. I savored the image as my hand slid up her 
leg and encountered the lace of her panties lying flat 
against her skin. Oh yes. Of course she was wearing 
lace panties. She must have known how much it turns me 
on. I would have loved to have pulled them gently down 
her body with my teeth, but there was no time for that 
now. My body was electrified with desire and couldn't 
wait much longer to finally be inside her. With this 
in mind I curled my fingers around the lace and tore 
down sharply, feeling the material break easily and 
leave her sex unprotected.

She panicked then, and her anger turned to fear as she 
cried out for me to stop. She was starting to get it. 
She struggled in vain, not knowing that it had been 
too late to stop for a long time.

I reached down and unzipped my pants, freeing my 
aching cock. I was so hard it was almost unbearable. 
As she squirmed her thigh grazed the head and sent 
shudders through me. The waiting was almost over now.

I knew she might not be wet enough to handle me, so I 
spat in my hand and brought my fingers down to slip 
the wetness between her legs.

"OH, PLEASE! STOP IT! STOP!!" she cried. I almost felt 
bad that she had no idea how inevitable it was, or how 
much her struggling and protesting was turning me on. 
She didn't realize that my cock throbbed as she cried 
out, that I loved that she was being punished for 
getting in my head and driving me crazy. My breathing 
quickened as I stared into her eyes and pressed my 
cock against the entrance to her naked slit.

She stared back at me, whimpering and shaking, her 
eyes pleading with me. I thought about every day I 
lusted after her, her body untouchable, her smile 
making me tingle with excitement. Poor baby... now she 
was being held down, dress pulled up around her hips, 
legs spread for me, her captor. This thought swept 
away my last resolve as I forced my cock deep into her 
womb for the first time.

God, she was tight. So tight. I had to fight the urge 
to blow my load right then and there. She was 
stretched out to fit me and her cries gave away her 
pain. I clamped my hand over her mouth again, wanting 
to hear her muffled whimpers as I withdrew and slammed 
myself in again... and again. My lustful eyes stared 
down into hers as our bodies shuddered and rocked 
together. 

She was mine.

Her struggling weakened and her breathing quickened as 
I fucked her harder and faster with each passing 
moment. I wondered if I would make her cum. The 
thought of her juices flowing out around my cock drove 
me wild, and I wanted to tear her in half. I wanted 
her to scream. My hand left her wrists and violently 
ripped the shoulder of her dress down, exposing one of 
those perfect tits. I was still so hungry for her; I 
was fucking her so hard I could feel my cock hitting 
something deep inside and it still wasn't enough. I 
ripped the rest of the dress down and buried my face 
in those tits, moaning with pleasure, feeling so 
animalistic that I grazed her skin with my teeth just 
to make it hurt.

My body was on fire with adrenaline and pleasure. The 
room around us became a blur; there was only me 
dominating her, taking her body for myself, her cries 
echoing off the empty walls and back into my ear. Her 
newly freed hands tried to push me away, but she had 
none of the strength that she had had earlier when she 
tried to leave. She knew she was mine now. This 
thought surged through me as I poured every last ounce 
of strength into penetrating her, fucking her harder 
than I had any woman in my entire life, not caring 
that it would hurt her. My hands roamed everywhere as 
I breathed into her ear, moaning lewd things, telling 
her to take it, saying her name over and over again.

My balls were tingling with massive amounts of cum, 
just waiting to splatter all over her insides. She had 
been asking for it since day one. Now she was going to 
fucking get it. My muscles tensed as I felt that 
familiar surge; I felt my hand leave her mouth and 
close around her throat as she screamed out in 
desperation. Her voice pushed me over the edge, and I 
screamed with her as my sperm boiled up and shot out 
with an incredible orgasm.

My hand tightened involuntarily as wave after wave of 
cum filled her insides and started to spill out all 
over us both. My cock was throbbing and raw and stiff 
as it plunged inside of her, milking every last drop 
out. She deserved it. Her tight little pussy still 
gripped me, and I left myself inside of her as I 
collapsed onto her body and gasped for breath.

She had stopped struggling completely, and as I 
removed my hand from her throat I noticed that her 
eyes were closed. I felt a moment of panic until I saw 
she was breathing. I must have forced her unconscious 
by choking her as I came. But she would be fine once 
she woke up, and it gave me more time with her body 
before I left.

While still inside of her I kissed her lips again, my 
hands feeling every inch of her body while I still had 
the chance. I caressed her waist and let one hand cup 
her breast as I sucked on the nipple and gave it a nip 
or two with my teeth. I withdrew myself and buttoned 
my pants as I turned her body over and pulled up her 
skirt a little more.

I had watched that ass for months, memorized the way 
it moved and swayed, loved every curve and pucker. Now 
she lay face down before me, defenseless, almost 
naked, my cum smeared between her legs, just waiting 
for me to dive in.

I sat on the floor and squeezed, caressed, and kissed 
every inch of that perfect ass. I buried my face 
between her cheeks as I reached around and fingered 
her clit. I slapped it and watched it jiggle. I bit 
down on it when it looked especially juicy and 
enticing. She almost woke up a few times, but the way 
she moved around and settled back into unconsciousness 
just added to everything. I couldn't stop myself, and 
it went on for so long that my cock stiffened up and I 
knew I would have to fuck her again. I swept some of 
my cum between her legs and pulled her halfway off the 
couch, then as my heart raced and my cock throbbed I 
entered her from behind.

I blew my load almost instantly, after just a few hard 
thrusts. The sight of her naked ass pressed up against 
me was just too much to handle. As I let myself slip 
out of her I watched my cum leaking from between her 
legs. I felt deliciously satisfied at the sight of 
her, so obviously freshly fucked and taken advantage 
of.

As I withdrew again I realized how late it was- I had 
been here alone with her for over two hours. I would 
need a good alibi for my whereabouts tonight, and that 
wouldn't happen if I didn't get out of here soon.

I rearranged her hastily back on the couch and 
searched around for anything that might incriminate 
me. Seeing nothing, I planted one final lingering kiss 
on her lips before leaving quickly through the back 
exit.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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