Rape Stories

Warning!

Drinks after work

by Prodigem

"That’s disgusting, he’s my boss, like a father figure to me. He doesn’t think of me that way, he’s 60 years old for crying out loud."

"If you say so dear, I still say he looks at you with more than fatherly eyes."

"Anyways, I have to get to work, we’ll talk more tonight, I’ll be home late from the meeting."

And with that, Liz bent over to kiss her fiancé as she picked up her big black leather purse. Checking the buckle on her ankle strap pumps, she straightened up and hurried out the door. 34 years old and finally meeting the right guy, everything was finally falling into place. After a series of nasty relationships, she went back to school to get her graduate degree where she met her current love, Aaron.

Since meeting Aaron, she had gotten herself out of debt, quit smoking and was finally losing the weight she had gained while quitting smoking. Standing at 5’8" and weighing in at 155lbs, she felt attractive again and desirable in a way she hadn’t felt since she was fresh out of high school. Heading to work, she was expecting the announcement of her promotion to the Vice President in charge of marketing for this division to complete her transition from Operations to Marketing. Her new boss of 6 months and mentor was driving her hard but the results looked promising. And with that, she had an extra spring in her step, making her ponytail dance just a bit more energetically as she walked into her office on this hot Tuesday morning.

As the day wore on, Liz started getting a headache. Popping a couple Tylenol chased with a Coke, she hoped to last the day and get on to the late afternoon meeting, get the good news official and go home to celebrate. Too bad Aaron had to work nights in order for him to go to school. But the weekend looked promising.

4:30 rolled around and she shut her computer down and rolled her chair over to her personal drawer where she pulled out her compact to check her make-up. Putting on a fresh coat of dark red lipstick, she brushed her chestnut hair to straighten it out while she stood up. Smoothing her short black skirt and tucking in her green silk blouse, she walked out of her office toward the meeting room, not noticing her boss, Larry a bare 10 feet behind her, appraising the curves of her rear as she walked in front of him, as he too walked toward the meeting room.

Larry was indeed a decent fellow. 62 years old and president of the local office, he was happily married to his wife of 37 years. A small man, standing only 5’7" and rail thin at 145 lbs, he had an MBA and a doctorate degree in management. Accomplished and respected, he was also only human. His wife had ovarian cancer fully 15 years ago, taking her 4 years to get back to health, after which, she never was the same sensual person again. And while he endured and withstood, no woman had ever caught his attention intellectually like his wife, therefore, he never was sexually attracted to other women. He had what he thought a curious habit of being attracted to the mind first and then the body. He was blessed with a wife both smart and attractive. And as he sat down next to Liz in the meeting room, he saw the second woman he had ever met that was both smart enough and attractive enough to grab his attention.

All throughout the meeting, Larry sat distracted by Liz’s constantly shaking foot as she nervously sat next to him. As the regional executives droned on about stuff, Larry fretted over the upcoming announcement that Regional HR had not approved Liz’s promotion and that her move was a lateral move to Marketing, a far more volatile and far less stable, as well as less glamorous position than she had anticipated. Finally as the meeting wrapped up, the issue of the appointment of the VP of Marketing came up. Larry watched as Liz tensed. As the Regional director announced that Steve was retaining the title with Liz being his executive assistant, he watched her suck in her breath and promptly deflate at the disappointing news.

Fighting gallantly to hold back her tears, Liz managed to hold her composure together long enough to storm back into her office and call Aaron at his office. After ranting and cursing for a full 20 minutes, she sat in her office and just stared blankly at the walls before slowly gathering her stuff for the end of the day.

Larry knocked on the door, "Hey Liz, can we talk for a second."

"Yeah sure Larry." And Liz proceeded to vent on him about how badly she was blindsided by this turn of events. As she talked in her animated, excited pace, Larry watched as her 36C breasts bounced underneath her blouse, causing the light to shimmer on the green silk in subtle, alluring ways.

"Let’s go out and finish this conversation, let’s grab a drink." Suggested Larry as he got up and gently nudged Liz to follow. Taking his car, they went to a bar only a couple minutes away by car. All talked out and finally breathing the tension out of her body, Liz down the first margarita without much thought and three quarters through the second one, she felt the urge to go to the bathroom. Complaining of a headache, Larry offered a couple Tylenol PM to Liz. Not noticing the different colour of the Tylenol, she swallowed both with the remainder of her margarita.

As she went to the restroom, Larry ordered her yet another margarita. Liz came out just in time as a waitress offered Happy Hour shots of tequila, Larry ordered two each and he watched as Liz downed both shots, the alcohol clearly taking effect now as she no longer rambled on about the disappointment and betrayal and just started to ramble on in general. Halfway through the third margarita, she started to wilt before his eyes, her long legs dangling off the stool as she slumped, tired and dejected in her seat. Half walking and half dragging her out to the car, he helped Liz into his old BMW. As she swung her legs into the seat, he caught a glimpse of her black silk panties under her skirt, the pantyhose the only thing obscuring the view. He drove around for a while, seeing that Liz was all too clearly not able to drive herself home. He was about to ask her where she lived when he noticed that she was slumped over to the doorframe, snoring away in blissful, tired slumber, her hands on her lap as her skirt rode up past mid-thigh.

Driving around town, he headed toward the outskirts, where unfinished subdivisions and farmland still met in hasty patterns along unfinished roads. Driving into one subdivision, he saw a cluster of houses that held only the wooden beams and concrete foundation and nothing more. Finally, seeing one where half of the drywall was put up, he pulled his car in to where the garage would be. Helping the still sleeping Liz to her feet, Larry tried unsuccessfully to pick her up. Especially in her 3-inch heels, Liz towered over Larry. Leaning her back against the car, Liz murmured but stood still, slumped against the car. Larry quickly spread a blanket onto the concrete floor in what would either be the dining room or maybe a family room. Dragging Liz onto the thick blanket, he gently laid her down on her back. As she seemingly went back to sleep, Larry laid down next to her, breathing in her scent of perfume, hairspray, deodorant and whatever else she had on. Gently putting a hand on blouse, he leaned over and brushed her lips with his, then planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Her reaction was immediate, reaching over with her arm to embrace the kisser, murmuring what was probably her lover’s name as she curled up in Larry’s arms. Kissing her again, this time more boldly, Larry started on the cheek, moved to the neck and while Liz reacted, he laid a kiss on her lips, gently probing her warm soft mouth with his tongue.

Reaching down to unbutton, he heard her whimper as he caressed the skin around her neck, down farther as her black bra became exposed. Tracing a finger down the centre of her neck, he swept over the bra and down the now exposed belly button and gently yanked the blouse out from beneath the skirt. Kissing the belly button, he gently traced his tongue up between her bra-encased breasts and up her neck again. As she murmured and moved again, curling up again toward Larry, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, spring her luscious breasts free. While the back was exposed, Larry decided to also unzip her skirt, slowly pulling it off her legs, so that only her pantyhose, panties and shoes were left on.

Seeing a dropped blade from a utility knife on the ground not far away, Larry grabbed the blade and cut a hole in the crotch of Liz’s pantyhose. Pulling her pantyhose down just enough to expose the scant hipline of her panties, he cut the thin strand of silk on both sides that connected the front to the back panel. Pulling the panties off, he sniffed her crotch, taking in the strong feminine odour that permeated the sheer black silk.

Sticking his tongue out, he licked her crotch, finding her clitoris and striking it a couple times with his tongue gently. She stirred again, moaning as her own juices started to flow. Moving up her body, he started sucking on her nipples as he reached down to stroke her clit with his fingers. Stroking and sucking faster and faster, Larry continued on until Liz started moaning and screaming, finally still unconscious, she let loose a stream of urine. In her drunken state, she had pissed all over the blanket, the jet of urine getting all over the blanket, but not hitting much else.

At this Liz started to wake up. As Larry started taking off his clothes, Liz regained her consciousness, groggy and blurry eyed. Naked with a raging hard-on, Larry dragged Liz to a new spot on the blanket and knelt between her legs. Liz opened her eyes and squinted, "Aaron, is that you?"

"No my love, Aaron is busy" was his soft reply as Larry bent down to kiss her breasts again.

"Larry, what the hell is going on here!" was the alarmed response from Liz, immediately trying to pull away. But her drunken state and dulled senses betrayed her. Unable to get up and flailing around, Liz moved but a few inches as Larry slapped her a couple times, until finally Liz cowered and begged not to be hit again.

"You better cooperate with me Liz," as he grabbed her legs and put them on his shoulder. His rock hard 6 inches stood straight out as Liz whimpered for mercy in her drunken stupor. With his cock positioned in front of her softly clipped pussy, he massaged her legs resting on his shoulders. Caressing the pantyhose clad thighs and squeezing her muscles in a soothing, almost loving way until she calmed down again and indeed, passed out from the alcohol once again.

Rubbing her legs harder and faster, Larry worked himself into a fury, digging his hands under the cut hole in her pantyhose and rubbing and pinching the bare skin of her thighs, shredding the nylon tops. Moaning and gasping, the stirring body of Liz began to awaken as finally Larry slammed his rock hard cock straight into her as of yet still un-lubricated hole. Eyes wide in pain, Liz screamed as Larry’s pelvis first slammed into her.

Slamming brutally into her, his hands groped at her hips, exposing her ass to his hands, squeezing and pinching, his body pinning her legs against her chest. Crying in pain, Liz stared blankly into the air, only seeing her high-heeled ankle strapped heels bouncing over her head as her assailant continued his onslaught.

Feebly attempting to push him away from her hips, Liz could not find the leverage or the coordination needed to rebuff his attack. Disoriented and scared, her attempted to wiggle away from the constant slamming motion only accentuated his pleasure. Drawing his penis out until only the head remained in, he would freeze for a brief moment, wanting this moment to last a long time. Slamming his way back in, her warmth engulfed his cock, her warm thighs a soft pillow around his head as he bent down to kiss his beloved protégé.

"Please, not in me please. Not on the pill…. Not protected in any way" was the slurred, pained words from Liz. As Larry pulled his cock out again, the head remaining in, he looked into her eyes and smiled in that paternal way that she so adored and for a brief second she thought Larry would stop the attack altogether and they could both go home. But that paternal smile gave way to a more sinister grin and he slammed his cock into her one final time as it began to twitch and explode inside her. Spraying her with his load, he clutched her in his arms as he unloaded 5, 6 and finally 7 spurts into her warm wetness, finally collapsing on top of her.

After a couple minutes, her soft crying and warm naked body in the cooling evening stirred his desire again. Getting up, he looked her over as she crawled into a fetal position. Getting down again, he spooned her and wrapped his arms around her. Crying more pronounced now, she begged to know why he did what he just did, thinking that the ordeal was over. Softly into her ear as his hard on sprung up to full attention again, he whispered, "Because I can," as he reached down to pull her ass cheeks apart and ram his still slick penis into her rear. Not a big fan of anal sex, Liz started to scream in pain and panic but a wrathful twist of her breasts caused her reconsider. Mercilessly slamming his cock into her ass, she finally began to relax the hole, the instinct for survival beating the desire for virtue as the pain became unbearable. Finally he sprayed another load into her rectum. Emotionally destroyed, Liz didn’t even notice that Larry never took his penis out, proceeding to rape her ass again before pulling out and having her clean him up by sucking him off, pulling out just before he cummed for the third time that night, spraying his load all over her face and neck and breasts. Smearing it all over her body with his penis, once again, he made her clean him up, this time unloading his final load down her throat.

Getting dressed, he watched, as she lay there nearly motionless. He forced 4 more Tylenol PM into her mouth. Swallowing it without a word, in minutes, she was again asleep. Pulling out his cell phone, he called Liz’s home number, telling Aaron where to pick her up. He knew Aaron had never talked to him before, he couldn’t possibly recognize Larry’s voice.

Wrapping her sleeping body in the blanket that covered the floor, he kissed her good night. "See you Monday Liz."