Archive-name: MrWade/mrwade64.txt
Archive-author: Master Wade
Archive-title: MRWADE= Raping Brenda
I suppose some people would have called it kidnapping or rape.
Well, I guess it was kidnapping in a legal sense. And I suppose some
of the things I did to her were actually rape. I guess I was just
lucky that when I finished with her she had no desire to press charges
of any kind. She certainly felt differently about it at the end than
she did at the beginning.
Her name was Brenda and she was my immediate superior's
secretary. Jack was a womanizer from the word go and he never kept a
secretary very long. He hired pretty young things who could seldom do
the work that needed to be done and most of the time they weren't
interested in doing the things he wanted them to do.
When she first came to work I didn't expect her to last long
either. She was 23 years old and had short black hair that she wore
in a page boy type cut. It was the prettiest hair I'd ever seen and
it shone like it had been waxed or something. She was meticulous
about her appearance and always had on just the right amount of makeup
and wore beautiful clothes. I pictured her as living in a cheap walk-
up in order to be able to afford to dress as she did.
Jack was wild about her from the very first. I'd never seen him
be so obvious about his attraction to one of his secretary's, but then
Brenda let him get by with things in public that I'd never seen him
get by with either. As long as it was just us "underlings" around
Jack would openly touch her breasts or her ass through her dress most
anytime he wanted. Brenda would make him stop, but she never seemed
serious about it and he always got a good feel in before she
humorously stopped him.
She was the talk of the office and didn't make friends among the
other employees. It was pretty obvious at times that she had let Jack
fuck her in his office, the way she walked out with her hair mused and
her dress wrinkled, but the rest of us knew better than to try to get
a piece of the action. Harry had tried that once with a good looking
blonde that Jack had hired, and when Jack found out he had him
transferred to shipping.
We just satisfied ourselves with looking at her and enjoying the
view. I was one of the lucky ones in that respect since my desk was
close to hers and I could see her legs when she sat down or got up
from her desk. They were wonderful legs and she often wore stockings
and a garter belt which made the view just that much better. Brenda
knew I stared at her every time she made a move and just smiled smugly
at the effect she had on me.
She had been working for almost a year when she began teasing me
unmercifully. I don't know why she started doing it, unless she was
tiring of Jack and just wanted a little additional excitement, but I
wasn't about to complain. Not at first, at least. I thought I might
get to date her. Jack was married, and while he had no problems with
fucking the little tarts that he hired he never saw them away from the
office. It was how he kept his marriage together, I guess.
At first I just thought she was beginning to be more careless.
Her dress would ride up higher and higher when she would sit down at
the desk, and she seemed to keep the chair back further away from the
desk, allowing me to see more and more of her beautiful thighs. Then
one day Jack was away from the office. I was staring at her as usual
when she sat down behind the desk and suddenly she began sliding her
dress up. She adjusted the garters that held up the black stockings
she was wearing, doing each garter slowly, obviously aware that I was
watching. Still, she didn't look at me and although I knew that it
was a performance for me I didn't expect it to happen again, as much
as I loved it. Less than half an hour later, however, she was pulling
the dress up again and this time she stared right into my eyes while
she did it. She pulled the tight black dress up all the way to her
waist and turning toward me opened her legs, exposing her crotch to me
in the process.
No one else could see her the way I could see her, and glancing
around the room rather nervously she began rubbing her thighs above
the tops of her stockings lightly with her fingers. She moved her
hands higher and higher, staring deeply into my eyes, and then began
rubbing her clit through her now wet panties. Shielded from the other
employees by my desk, I began rubbing my crotch as I watched her
touching herself, and my participation seemed to spur her on even
more. Her legs opened even more widely and she slid her hand down
inside her panties and began inserting fingers in her hole.
I struggled a bit and removed my dick from my pants and began
stroking it as I watched her fingering herself. She pulled her
panties to the side with her free hand so that I could see her other
hand fucking at her cunt. She now had three fingers deep inside and
was breathing hard, her eyes glazed over with lust. She was so wet
and hot that her juice ran from her hole and was puddling up on the
chair under her ass. I could see it running down the black panties as
she fucked herself deeply with the three fingers of her right hand.
I started spurting before I thought anything about having
anything to catch the cum, and found myself shooting fuck all over the
front of my pants. It seemed that the cum would never stop running
out of the head of my hard, jerking dick, and I watched helplessly as
it spilled out onto the gray slacks I was wearing, making a dark
circle as its wetness seeped into the material.
Brenda was coming now too, and she fought valiantly to keep from
screaming out as she bucked her hips tightly against her fingers.
Finally our passion was spent and winking at me she looked around to
be sure no one was watching and licked her juice off of her fingers
before pulling her dress back down and sliding under the desk once
more.
I sat there well into my lunch hour waiting for the cum I had
spilled on my pants to dry enough to allow me to get up from the
desk. Brenda knew exactly what my problem was and walked by my desk
as she went to lunch. She smiled sweetly and said, "I know
you...well, I know you can't go to lunch right now...would you like
for me to bring you something from the deli around the corner?"
I declined, but was pleased that she both acknowledged my
condition and seemed interested in helping me deal with my problem. I
felt sure that I would be able to see her away from work now and
looked forward to talking to her when she got back from lunch.
When she came back I buzzed her phone, feeling it safer to talk
to her on the phone than in person, in front of the other employees.
"Brenda, that was wonderful....so very sexy. I'd like to thank
you for it and I was hoping you would let me take you to dinner
tonight as a way of showing my appreciation."
Brenda laughed out loud; loudly enough that it attracted the
attention of the girl who worked nearest to her. "You're asking me
out, is that it? Hahahaha....I see you staring at me every day, but
don't get the idea that I want to date you. I've got more guys
waiting for dates than I could date in a year if I dated them all.
Besides, I doubt that Jack would like it if I dated one of his
employees."
"Well, I know you're bound to be very popular, Brenda, but I
thought maybe we would have a good time together. I'd really like to
take you out."
"Look...I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I'm not
interested in a date. I know you've got the hots for me, and thats
ok, but just don't let it go to your head. I get all the action I
need from Jack anyway."
I mumbled some meaningless response and hung up, embarrased by
her obvious lack of interest and my failed attempt at making a date
with her.
Over the next couple of weeks Brenda continued teasing me, and
repeated the finger-fucking show for me on several occasions. She was
so sexy that I just couldn't ignore what she was doing, and even
though it was terribly frustrating for me I stroked my cock as I
watched her and spilled my fuck there in the office and later on at
home when I lay in my bed and thought about her beautiful body and
sexual heat.
It was late August when she began calling me at home. I knew it
was her, but she never admitted it, not during the calls or the next
day at the office. They were obscene calls. She was obviously
masturbating already when my phone rang, and she breathed line after
line of lurid fantasies to me while she fingered herself to a climax.
If I ever tried to say anything to her during the sex calls she would
hang up, so I just listened and stroked my cock while she moaned into
the phone.
By the middle of September she was calling every night. I
couldn't understand why I could be so important to her and still not
be able to get a date, but I asked several times and was always turned
down. It was beginning to drive me crazy to see her walk into Jacks
office and fuck him, knowing that she would be calling me that night
and talking about how much she wanted me to use her slut body. She
was also beginning to add to the list of sexy things that she did,
stopping at my desk and handing me a pair of her soaked panties,
winking at me after Jack had fucked her....it was as if she was
constantly trying to make me hard, knowing that the only way I would
be satified was by jerking my meat and thinking about her.
The company we worked for was involved in the manufacture of
theatrical supplies, which included alot of products that were popular
at Halloween. We always had a company halloween party which included
a dinner and dance at one of the larger hotels in the city. I asked
Brenda to be my date for the party, and of course she declined as
usual. She said she would have to come alone because of Jack, and
that she still didn't want to date me anyway.
She was without a doubt the sexiest looking woman at the party.
She had dressed completely in black, and wore a long black dress that
was slit nearly to her waist. She had a black garter belt and black
seamed stockings on under the dress and when she walked her stocking
tops were revealed to anyone who cared to watch, and everyone at the
party did. I did get a couple of dances with her, and she rubbed her
perky breasts against me and moved her hips toward me as we danced,
knowing full well the effect it would have on me. She danced with
practically every man at the party and did the same thing with each of
them. She was on the dance floor almost constantly, and the band even
played more slow songs than they might usually because of the tips the
men were giving them so that they could dance slow numbers with
Brenda.
Brenda was constantly being offered drinks by the guys at the
party, and it wasn't long before it was obvious that she had had too
much to drink. Jack was there with his wife and it was a bit
embarrasing to him for his secretary to be as obviously drunk and sexy
as Brenda was. He asked me to take her home.
Brenda was too intoxicated to offer much resistance, and I walked
her to my car, nearly having to hold her up as we walked toward the
car. When I finally got her in the front seat she immediately began
pulling her dress up to her waist and fingering herself there in the
car beside me. She was babbling something about how many men had
asked to fuck her at the party and was running her left hand inside
the top of her dress to pinch her nipples as she fucked her hole with
the other hand.
I guess all the teasing and all the frustration of the last
several months all just came to a head that night. Before I could
even get out of the parking building I was so hot that I just had to
have her, whether she wanted me to have her or not, and I pulled into
an empty parking spot and fucked her there in the front seat. She
fucked back willingly for quite some time, but before either of us
could come she passed out, leaving me with a limp dish rag of a slut
to pump my fuck into. I wanted her to be awake, to feel my sperm
shooting into her body, and I just couldn't make it with her passed
out. Angry because I knew she would resist me when she came to and
sobered up, I drove aimlessly through the city, not knowing where to
take her. I still wanted and needed to fuck her more than I had ever
needed to fuck anyone in my life, but I had no idea at all how I was
going to be able to pull it off. To be turned down at that point
would have been the ultimate humiliation.
I drove until I was well outside the city and finally stopped at
a small motel in a nearby town. She was still passed out, and I took
a room and carried her inside, laying her on the bed. I removed her
dress, leaving her clad only in her bra, panties, garter belt and
stockings, and sat in the chair next to the bed waiting for her to
come to. Slowly I realized that she might still resist me when she
awakened, so taking the pillow cases off the pillows on the two double
beds, I tied her hands and feet tightly and waited for her to regain
conciousness.
I didn't plan what happened over the next two weeks, and it cost
both of us our jobs. Luckily, it also resulted in the most completely
satisfying two weeks of my life and a relationship that lasted for
nearly two years.
Continued in Part Two......
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