Alone at Work
Copyright© 2025 by DirtyNerdyChick
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - Mariah, a female office worker, is raped at work by an older married male. She doesn't report it, rather, something inside her grows and festers until she discovers that she likes rough/forced sex. Calling herself a slut, she gets taken by Richard again and again, even when she starts dating Jon. She needs Richard's abuse. Does she break away in the end and have a life with Jon? Go check out the Bookapy page for 15 reader's comments!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction True Story Workplace Humiliation Rough Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
As my hands move down my body I remember Richard’s words from last night, and I listen to my body. I let my hand slide down between my thighs. As my fingers pass across my pussy I notice a bit of stubble and grab my razor to take care of it. Once I am nice and smooth again I let my fingers travel along the freshly shaved skin and enjoyed the silky smooth feeling.
I lick my lips and moan as my fingers slowly glide up and down my lips. Even in the shower, I can feel my pussy getting wet. My body shudders as I trace a finger up across my smooth lips toward my clit. I slide two fingers back and forth across my clit and lean back against my shower wall.
My free hand moves up my body and I squeeze my tits. Images of Richard forcing his cock into me flash through my mind and I moan out but a pang of guilt washes over me. My fingers slow, but I don’t stop. I slide my fingers down and inside my tight cunt fucking myself in a steady rhythm. I imagine Richard bending me over my car, his big cock pummeling my cunt.
“Oh god,” I moan, “Ughn ughn oh fuck!”
My hips move back and forth in rhythm as I finger fuck myself. I hear Richard calling me a slut, calling me his slut and I shudder, my knees feel weak.
“I’m a slut,” I grunt as I feel my orgasm build. “I’m just a horny fucking slut.”
I finger myself faster as I repeat it over and over.
“I’m ugnh, just a, oooh fuck, a horny slut,” I moan. “Oh god.”
I slide my fingers to my clit and whimper biting my lip hard as my orgasm tears through me. My knees buckle and I slide down my shower wall panting. I sit there for a minute to recover before getting up and rinsing myself off. I get out of the shower and get ready for my day.
The day passes quickly and before I know it I am dressed and heading out the door to meet Jon. I wore a black v neck sweater and gray pants with short black heels. I felt good. When I get outside Jon is standing next to his car waiting for me.
Jon had decided on Olive Garden and he drove us there. I was genuinely enjoying myself, we had a nice meal and great conversation. We were really hitting it off and I was happy. Then my phone vibrated. I ignored it because I was enjoying our conversation so much. Then my phone vibrated again.
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