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The New Guy

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Megan locked the office door, happy that another long day was over. While she enjoyed her job and counted herself lucky, it had been a stressful nine hours and she was looking forward to heading home and curling up with a good book.

Megan was a short woman in her mid-thirties, happily single. She had been married once, a terrible choice that she was relieved to have put behind her. Her hair was chestnut brown, which she had cut into a pixie when her divorce was finalized but had grown out somewhat since then. Her blue eyes were piercing, standing out clearly against her pale skin. She was a slight woman, she worked out several times a week and was thankful she'd lost the stress weight her marriage had put on her frame.

She had put the last of the day's files away and clicked the light switch as she hoisted her bag and headed for the back door when it suddenly opened and the new guy stepped inside.

This was nothing unusual. Most of the guys ran oddball shifts, and came and went from the office all the time. As she looked at him, she realized she recognized him. A few years ago she had been working at a bar, and he was on staff. What was his name again?

He was short, surprisingly so. She thought she remembered him being taller. His once dark hair seemed somewhat faded and thinned, though it was hard to see under the cap he was wearing. He had the same brown eyes of course, with a few extra wrinkles on the edges. He was thick but not fat, the kind of guy who could pick up her desk and carry it without breaking a sweat. He was clean-shaven and looked to be in his late forties, maybe early 50s. Megan had never been a good judge of age. He didn't look much older than he had those years ago, though.

He took off his cap and ran one hand through his hair, which was wet and definatly thinner than it was a few years ago. The rain must have started again. He glanced over and saw Megan.

"It's a mess out there," he said, wiping his shoes on the mat. "Freezing rain everywhere. Truck nearly went off the road on my way back."

"I'll be careful," Megan said, as she headed for the door.

"You can't go out in this!" he said, stepping in front of her and slamming the door shut suddenly, startling her. She backed up a couple steps, shocked to be so close to him.

"It's just a bit of rain," Megan protested.

"It's just a lot of rain," he countered. "Give it a few minutes and maybe it will let up." He paused, then stuck out his hand. "I'm Rob, by the way. Not sure if we've been formally introduced."

He must not recognize me, she thought. "Megan," she said, taking his hand. It felt a bit rough, and very strong, like if he wanted to he could break her hand. Of course he didn't and simply gripped it firmly as they shook.

"So you are the office girl, huh?" Rob said.

"Yes," she replied. "When you're done at the end of the day this is the basket your paperwork goes in. It gets processed the next business day so as long as I have it by 8 a.m. you're good."

Megan wasn't sure why, but Rob was making her nervous. Was he starting at her? It must be her imagination, but she could feel his eyes examining her. She suddenly wished she was wearing her coat.

Megan felt a flush creeping up her cheeks. When she was younger, she'd had fantasies of being "taken" by strangers, the product of a nearly nonexistent sex life. She'd never acted on the fantasies, of course, as in real life such a thing would be incredibly dangerous.

So now, standing in a dark office with someone who was nearly a stranger, and a man, she couldn't help but think of those dark daydreams. She walked back into the office, wanting to get away from him and her runaway imagination. She reached for the light switch, when Rob grabbed her hand to stop her. She jumped, pulling back her hand, but he held on to it. It felt like there was a slight electic current running between them.

"Sorry," he said. "I just like it better dark." His thumb stroked her hand. She tried pulling it away again, but he held it firmly.

"Um, can I have my hand back, please?" Megan said. She meant it to come out like a command, but it came out more like a question. Rob smirked.

"No, I think I'll keep it," he said, but then he let go. She rubbed it nervously. She was getting a really weird vibe from Rob, and wished she wasn't alone with him in the office. In the dark. Her fear and, horrifically, her desire were both starting to increase. Forget the rain, she needed to get out before something happened.

She moved past Rob, heading for the door again. One of his thick arms shot out against the wall, stopping her. She tried ducking under it quickly, but she wasn't fast enough. She felt a hand on her waistline and suddenly she was facing Rob, much too close for comfort.

"Let go of me!" Megan said.

His hand relaxed, but didn't let go. He caressed her side. She tried wiggling away but there was nowhere to go, she realized she was between the wall and him and he was pressing up against her, one of his legs between hers, keeping her legs open. Her heart rate began to speed. These things didn't happen in real life.

"What...what do you think you are doing?" Megan said, trying to push his hand off her side. His other hand slid down and across her stomach and was moving dangerously close to her breasts. Megan knew she had to get away, right now. She put both her hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as she could.

Rob stumbled backwards a couple feet. Megan took off for the door, wrenching it open, but before she was out she felt an arm around her waist and a hand over her mouth, stifling her yell.

"That wasn't very kind of you," Rob hissed in her ear. "You ought to be nicer to your coworkers." He kicked the door shut again, and it slammed with a sound of finality. Megan was panicked. She racked her brain, trying to remember if she hadn't seen any of the guys yet and they might be heading in. But her heart dropped as she realized every one of them had already returned, dropped off their work and headed out.

No one else was coming in that night.

Rob pulled her effortlessly back towards the office. Megan was struggling as hard as she could, but it wasn't making any difference. He pulled her into the side office and shut the door with his foot, then pushed Megan up against the desk.

With the desk pressing into her at the top of her thighs, and Rob pressing against her back, she could feel what she could mistake for a steel rod in his pants, if she didn't know better. She breathed quickly, trying to calm her heart rate and think clearly. Her head was swimming with fear and desire, and the two emotions were feeding off each other. Megan had always known fear, for her, was a strong aphrodisiac.

"If I let go, are you going to scream?" Rob said quietly. Megan realized that if she did, he would just cover it again, and that would do her no good. Her desire was flooding her body, but she knew she couldn't act on it, that would be insane. Maybe if she could talk, she could reason with him. After a moment, she shook her head no, and Rob pulled his hand away from her mouth.

"Please, Rob, let me go," Megan said quietly. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

Rob reached around her and grasped both her breasts firmly, making her gasp. "That's right, you won't," he said. "But I'm not letting you go. I can feel the heat coming off your body," he said, inhaling deeply by her neck. "I know I excite you," he said, kneading her breasts. Megan felt shamed as her nipples grew hard under his hands. She tried pushing his hands off her.

He let go, but grabbed her shoulders and slammed her torso against the desk. Megan had never felt so vulnerable, or so turned on, before. His pole was pressing between her ass cheeks, separated only by two layers of clothing. She couldn't move. One of his hands stayed against her back, pressing between her shoulder blades while his other hand began reaching up her skirt.

Megan desperately tried to kick backwards, to somehow get up but it was no use. His hand reached up, unobstructed, and touched the edge of her panties. He stroked one finger along the edge before he started reaching inside.

Megan starting screaming. To hell with it, she couldn't just lie here and take this! For fuck's sake who the hell did he think he was? His hand clamped over her scream, and he was holding a cloth, which he stuffed into her mouth quickly. He flipped her skirt up, exposing her panties, and gave a sharp smack across her ass.

Megan jumped, shocked. The smack sent an jolt of desire right up her spine. Rob gently caressed her ass, covered with the lacy lilac-colored panties. Oh dear God, she thought, Rob is looking at my panties. Why was this happening? Rob didn't even know her, as far as he thought they had just met and he was forcing himself on her. She felt his hand let go of her back, and hook into the edge of her panties. She quickly tried to get up, and he slammed her back down.

"No, little slut," Rob said. "You need to stay still now."

What. The. Fuck. Little slut? Who the fuck did he think he was? She yelled against the cloth in her mouth, hating him. And hating herself. She felt his hands hook into her panties again, and he began pulling downward. She knew she was wet, so wet. Oh no, no no no...

Megan sobbed. There didn't seem to be any way to stop him. Maybe...maybe she shouldn't struggle. It wasn't doing any good...and it was so exciting. But she couldn't just give in. She couldn't just let him rape her! She fought against the part of her brain urging her to let it happen.

As Megan fought her internal struggle, Robs' hands went between her legs, touching her mound and he pressed two fingers inside her. Megan cried out, trying to press her legs together and stop him, but her pussy was so soaked his fingers not only felt no resistance but were sliding in easily. She heard Rob chuckling behind her.

He face flushed hot, incredibly ashamed. Her body was betraying her. His other hand stroked up her spine, sending a shudder through her arms and legs. "Why my dear, I do believe you are enjoying yourself," Rob said, sounding quite pleased with himself.

"No, no no no no," Megan said, the sound muffled by the cloth, but it was no use. Her body had betrayed her. Her secret fantasy was being fulfilled, the darkest desires of her sexual hunger. As his fingers probed into her depths, she felt a stirring deep inside she fought against. She wouldn't do it, she wouldn't let him control her...but as he started pressing a third finger inside her, she felt her legs parting and she heard a moan escape her lips.

Suddenly, he was gone, his fingers pulled out of her and his body was no longer against hers. She froze, the sudden emptiness almost painful. But before she could regain her senses and get out of there, she heard the sound of a zipper and he was against her again.

"I know you want this," he hissed at her. "You want my shaft deep inside you, taking you. You want it so bad you can't stand it,"

Megan shook her head, but felt her body longing for that release. It was wrong, it was a thousand shades of wrong, and she couldn't accept it. But as she struggled internally, she felt the head of his cock press against her slit and begin to slip inside.

She yelled again the gag, and tried to claw he way onto the desk trying to get away from him. His cock was huge! She felt it stretching her insides as he pushed his way into her. He let out a groan of pleasure as he sank into her all the way, pulling her hips back. She felt her resolve weakening, her pussy gripping his massive shaft. She wanted it. It felt so good, she loved feeling so full of cock, and the stretching of her pussy was feeling good now...

Then he began to fuck her, back and forth, stretching her with every stroke, forcing her pussy to accommodate his big cock. The very idea had intoxicated him for weeks, forcing a pretty young thing to submit to him. He hadn't planned it for that night, but the opportunity had been so right and this girl looked too delicious to pass up.

As he fucked her, he couldn't help but notice how tight her asshole looked. He wondered if she'd ever let anyone in there...He reached forward to pull the rag from her mouth, pressing himself in deep and making her moan again.

"So, little slut, do you like the way my cock feels in you?" she didn't respond. He grabbed her neck, pulling her head up. "I asked you a question, slut!"

Rob's sudden act of aggression woke Megan up out of her trance. He was getting violent. She tried to ignore the dark little voice in her mind that suggested that might be a good thing.

"I...uh...um...yes?" she said.

"So you like the way I fuck you?" he asked, still holding her.

Megan swallowed. "Yes," she said. She was telling the truth.

"I have a question for my little slut then," Rob paused, drinking in her fear. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

Megan tensed. The truth was, she had been a few times, but the experienced varied greatly depending on the partner. It was something she didn't relish repeating. But she didn't know what to tell Rob...if she said yes, would he assume she could take it and do it to her? But if she said no, would he get excited to take her anal cherry? What would the right response be? How could she make sure it didn't happen???

Rob waited for her to respond. He could almost see the wheels turning, and he guessed what her dilemma was. He knew her answer didn't really matter, what she did or did not want was of no consequence to him.

"I...I, um...yes, I have..." Megan said.

"Did you like it?" Rob asked.

"No," Megan said, meekly. Again, she was telling the truth.

"That's too bad," Rob said, stroking her back. "I guess you never had someone do it right, then," he paused, then dropped the hammer. "I can't wait to show you how's it's really done."

Megan stammered. Rob pulled himself out of her pussy, smiling at all the pussy juice on his cock. What a little slut this girl was. She said "no" but she clearly meant yes. He dribbled spit out of his mouth and watched it fall on her crack, and rubbed it against her asshole. He reached around and forced his finger into her mouth, and told her to lube it.

Megan closed her eyes, feeling tears dripping. She sucked his finger, getting it wet. As he pulled it away she choked out a sob. Why was he doing this to her? Even worse than that, why was she letting him? Why was a part of her wanting it?

Rob pushed his finger against her ass, and pressed it inside. Megan whimpered and Rob stroked her ass cheek. "Just relax baby. No one probably told you but if you relax and let me in it'll hurt a lot less."

Megan had never felt so violated. He had no right to touch her. She would give anything for one of the other guys to come by, to stop him. She'd never felt like she needed protection before but everything had changed in that instant Rob had slammed the door shut. As she felt his finger pushing deeper, even as she tried to fight back she knew she couldn't. The pain would be unbearable. All she could do was take it...and survive.

She took a deep, steadying breath, and with all her willpower relaxed her muscles. The part of her that wanted this roared in triumph, even as her heart screamed at her to fight. She knew fighting him wouldn't work anymore. She felt his finger slide in suddenly as she relaxed, probing her deeply. She fought against the bile rising in her throat as she heard him chuckle.

"Oh you want me in don't you, you little tramp?" he said. "Little slut can't wait to be buttfucked." He grasped her hip and plunged his cock into her pussy, which was so wet it was starting to drip down her leg. "Mmmm so good and tight," he said. "I like it really tight." He pulled slowly out of her pussy, and moved the head of his cock against her little pucker. "So tight..." he whispered, and then he began to press inwards, hard, forcing the head of his cock into her with one push.

Agony. Megan's eyes bulged from their sockets. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She couldn't take it. She struggled wildly and his cock popped out of her asshole. Megan sobbed, shaking, and Rob cursed. She felt him line up with her again.

"No, please no, please don't do this!" Megan begged. "I can't take it!"

Rob didn't answer, he simply spat on her ass and forced his cock in again, harder than before. He grabbed her arms and tugged them sharply behind her back, holding onto her wrists and pulling back, forcing his cock deeper into her unwilling dark hole.

He ignored her pleading sobs, focused solely on burying his entire length into her. He had never felt such a tight ass, it was pleasure beyond anything he had imagined. As his balls him home against her butt, he groaned in ecstasy.

"Hold on tight, little girl," he said, "we're going for a ride!"

And then he started to fuck her.

Megan felt like she was being skewered. She was sure there was tearing, there was no way she would come out of this unscathed. As she focused desperately to ignore the pain, she slowly became aware of another sensation.

Pleasure.

The pain was fading...with her ass used to his size, she was horrified as she became aware that it was actually starting to feel good. With each thrust of his massive member deep in her bowls, she felt a churning beginning between her legs, a sensation she has never expected with anal fucking before. But she knew what it was.

Megan fought against it. She couldn't, she wouldn't. He couldn't make her. This was a violation, it was sick, it was evil. How was it even possible for her body to react to this brutality? How deep did her depravity go?

Megan gritted her teeth and fought to control herself. She could not, would not give Rob the satisfaction. She was so focused on holding off her orgasm, she hadn't even realized she'd stopped her struggles. She had also not noticed she had tilted her hips up, and was meeting every stroke of Rob's cock with a push back. She was responding.

And Rob had noticed. He knew she was trying to hide it, but that wasn't going to happen. As long as he was enjoying himself, why not let her have a little fun too? He reached down between Megan's legs, and starting playing with her clit.

It was almost instantaneous. As soon as he touched her clit, he felt her entire body start to convulse. He heard a gasp and "no no no no" before Megan let out a scream, not of pain but of pleasure as her incredibly strong orgasm rocked her entire body. He felt his cock squeezed inside her ass, and with a final groan he emptied his balls deep inside her, spraying jets of hot cum up inside her.

Rob breathed deep, savoring his orgasm. He stroked Megan's butt in front of him as she lay on the desk, limp and clearly spent. She was breathing hard, and he saw her shudder as his fingers brushed her cheeks. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of her, and watched as the head of his cock slid from her gaped asshole and his cum seeped out after.

He took a step back, staring at Megan. She hadn't moved.

"Stand up, slut," he said. Slowly, Megan began to stand. She seemed unsteady on her feet.

"Turn around," he commanded. When she did, Rob saw the deep grooves the desks had made on her legs and he'd pounded her against it. Her hair was wild, he makeup streaked from crying. Her panties and skirt were still around her knees, and she'd made no move to cover herself back up, or argument about what he was calling her.

"Now, I'm going to walk out this door," Rob said. "You are going to clean yourself up, and go home. You can have tomorrow off, not from work, but from me, you probably need to recover," he said with a smirk. "But two days from now, you should plan on working late,"

He strode forward, cupping her chin in his hand he tilted her chin to look at him. Her eyes were fearful.

"Because there is more I plan to do to you."

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