Emma’s Story

"It has felt like the longest week of my life. After the incident happened with the coffee shop guy, who I yet to know his name, time feels like it is crawling by. I have not gone to that location again, but every other store keeps messing up my drink. He just made it so perfect every time." I write in my journal. Taking a deep breath as I try to hold back my emotions. Tears swelling in my eyes as I think back to the encounter.

"I've considered calling the cops on the man who took me in my home without my consent, but I was too scared to do so. Scared about the tests I would have to go through. Scared of what they might say, what he might say. It just didn't feel worth it to me. "

Closing the journal, I stand up and walk over to my mirror, deciding today is the day. 'Today is the day I will be going back to the coffee shop. I need my regular routine back and he was making this hard to do. But what is he going to do to me while in public? He cannot do single thing,' I think to myself. Trying to hype myself up and gain the courage needed for this outing.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smile at my appearance. Wearing the outfit that always gives me confidence in any situation. A black sheer blouse that is see through but a black tank top underneath, and black lacy bra to match the lacy black panties under my skirt. The skirt is a pencil skirt that doesn't go quite halfway down my thighs. My brown hair is down and wavy, light makeup on my face, and a purse hung over my shoulder to complete the outfit.

Before leaving the mirror, I open a few buttons on the blouse and pull at the fabric, trying to make it just perfect. My breasts are easier to see now as they almost pop out of my bra under the tank top. Not realizing I was doing so before I turned away from the mirror and leave the apartment to head to the coffee shop.

My hand places on the coffee shop door as I take in a deep breath, not even sure if he works on weekends but not wanting to spend my work days ahead facing this first time feeling.

As I step in and look up, my eyes instantly meet his. He is standing at the counter ready to take the next order, which is mine. The shop is fairly quiet, no actually really quiet. I take a deep breath and walk forwards. Feeling his eyes trying to strip me naked, I stand at the counter. My eyes flash over to the name tag on his chest. 'Mark' rings through my head. 'That's his name,' I think to myself.

"What can I help you with today, Ma'am'" he says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Hearing his voice sends chills through my body.

"I... I uh... can I get my regular?" I manage to spit out. My cheeks blushing. I cannot help but think of his hands all over my body. The way he fucked me. Even if I didn't want it, I ended up enjoying it. 'Who do I even think I am. Why did I ...' my mind wandering again but as he speaks up, it snaps me out of thought once again.

"Your regular will be ready for you down at the end," he says, his deep voice rings through my head.

Taking a deep breath, I don't think him as I normally would. Seeing him tell the staff he wants to make this one for his 'favorite customer.' Patiently waiting at the end of the counter to be able to run out of the coffee shop. Having already paid without noticing, a creature of habit, I have nothing to do but wait.

As he finishes making my drink, he passes it over to me in a take out cup as alway. "Have a good day," he says, acting as if nothing happened. I nod and leave the building. Stopping outside of the coffee shop to take a sip of the coffee.

The sip turns into a few gulps, missing how he makes my drinks for me. As I lower the cup, I see a small note in marker. 'Meet me out back,' it says. 'Should I meet him out back? What will he do if I am alone with him?' I ask myself as I take another large gulp of my coffee.

For some reason, my feet and legs begin to walk in the direction of behind the store. My mind spinning with curiosity. Wondering what will come from seeing him. Maybe he wants to apologize? Maybe he wants to put it all in the past?"

As I step to the back of the building, he is standing there. A different look on his face. No longer a friendly smile, but more like a devilish grin. Almost similar to the look he had on his face when he took me in my apartment.

"W...what do you..." I try to say but his voice cuts me off.

"Who do you think you are? Coming to my work wearing that? I thought we talked about this. You know how those outfits get me going," he says.

My eyes open wide, not expecting the interaction to go like this. Words fumbling out of my lips. "W...what do you mean? I... I like this outfit," I respond, my voice shaky.

He begins to step forward, approaching me. My brown eyes still wide as I back away from him. My back pressing against the cold brick building wall. Feeling his body now press up against mine as his hand comes up to grip my neck and tilt my chin up. Looking up into his eyes for a brief moment. They look cold, and unattached. His touch causing fear to rush through my body, but also a tingling feeling between my legs.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks as his hand grips my neck tighter. His free hand beginning to grip my breasts through my clothing.

My eyes begin to dart around to see my surroundings. The back of the building is fairly secured. A fence around the area to not allow anyone to see in. Only a path that I took around the building to get behind here. The wind is loud and pulling at the fabric of my clothes. Knowing no one would be able to hear me scream if I even tried.

"Wh...why are you doing this again? Please just let me go. It doesn't have to be like this," I hiss and plead. My eyes looking up into his.

Feeling his hand leave my neck, I let out a sigh. Relieved and hoping he listened to what I said. But he didn't. He slaps my cheek hard. Hard enough to leave fingerprints and turn my head to the side.

His fingers grip at my chin and turn my head to look up at him. My tear swelled eyes looking into his. "Don't you dare act stupid. You know exactly why I am doing what I am doing."

As he says this, his hands grip the fabric of my blouse and rips it open. The buttons popping off of my favorite shirt. Yanking my tank top down along with my bra, exposing my breasts. The cold wind causing my nipples to become rock hard as my chest rises and falls fast.

"P...please Mark. Just let me go. I promise I can make it up to you. Just please," I begin to beg.

This only causes him to grow a smirk across his lips. "You know I love it when you beg," he responds. Pulling the skirt up my body to gather with my tank top and bra. My black lacy panties being the only thing covering the rest of my body. Feeling the cold air rush between my legs. Causing me to squirm between his body and the wall.

With a smirk across his lips, he brings his mouth to my breasts. Wrapping his lips around my nipples as he sucks and gently bites. His gentle bites turning into harder ones, causing rushes of pain through my breasts. Letting a whimper escape my lips. His hand sliding down my body to between my legs.

As I try to pull away, his free hand grips my wrists and presses them against the wall, holding them there firmly. My eyes looking down at him, feeling his hand grip at my lacy panties. Pulling them down my body as his hand then eagerly slides up my bare legs to my pussy.

Hoping he cannot feel how wet I have become for him, his fingers slide along my wet sit. His mouth sliding off my breasts as he grins up at me. "I knew you liked this, my dirty little whore."

Wiggling my body, his fingers stop me, sliding two deep inside me without trying to warm me up more. A moan escaping my lips as my head presses against the wall. "O..oh fuck," I gasp in pleasure. My eyes closing as I try to not think about how this happened. Letting him finger fuck me, not having an option not to. His fingers picking up speed, sliding deeper, fucking me harder.

My breath grows heavier as I feel how wet I am becoming on his fingers. He then slides them out of my tight pussy and slips them into my mouth. My eyes open wide as I taste myself, knowing what he wants. Beginning to suck and lick his fingers clean for him.

"Thats it. Just like that. Be a good little whore for me and maybe you won't be hurt," I hear him say. My eyes quickly looking up into his. Letting his fingers fall from my lips. "On your knees for me," he demands.

I shake my head as I look up at him. "N...no. This is enough. Please just let me go. I promise to just leave. I'm sorry I..."

His hand lands on my cheek once again. Tears now rushing down my face as he pushes hard on my head, forcing me onto my knees in front of him. He undoes his pants and slips them down his thighs along with his boxers. Mark's cock pops out and presses against my lips.

I begin to shake my head no, but as I do, he pinches my jaw open and I whimper in pain, my mouth opening up. His cock slides in deep, not wasting time. Pressing me head against the wall as I try to get away but that doesn't work at all. He just begins to fuck my mouth, keeping my head pressed against the wall as he forces his cock down my throat. I begin to gag and choke on his length. My eyes letting tears run down them, ruining my make up. My drool sliding down my chin as he doesn't let up. Desperately trying to get air in through my nose as my head is pinned.

After a few moments of using my throat, he pulls out and moves back a step. I spit to the ground as my drool hangs from my chin. Trying to catch my breath desperately. My chest rising and falling faster.

But before I can truly catch my breath, I feel his hand in my hair. Yanking me, a cry leaving my lips as he pulls me to my feet. Turning me around and spanking my ass with his free hand.

Not just one spank, but two. Followed by a third then fourth. My ass stinging and burning as I whimper out in pain. My face still a mess as he pulls my ass towards him and bends my back, so I am leaning forward.

Without a warning, I feel his hard thick cock slide inside my pussy. Feeling it slide in so deep. A moan escaping my lips as I am helpless to his size. His hands both grip my hips as he begins to pound my tight pussy with his cock. His body forcing mine forwards each time he thrusts into me.

I cannot help but moan in pleasure. The sensation of him fucking me, taking me in public, using me for pleasure, it drives me insane. My pussy becoming so wet and allowing him to thrust with ease.

One of his hands slips to my mouth and covers it, my moans turning into quiet muffled sounds of desperation. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, "that's it my little slut, scream for me. My cock isn't going to stop until I empty my whole load inside of you."

My eyes almost cross in pleasure as he says this, putting me over the edge. I begin to cum, surrounding his cock in my warmth sensations. Squeezing his cock so tight as my body wiggles in pleasure. Screaming against his hand as I try to stay standing, my legs wanting to give out.

"Yes my slut, that's it. Cum for me. I'm going to fill you up. Beg me for it," he demands, letting his hand go from my mouth.

Without even thinking about it, the lust getting to me, I begin to beg. "P...please Mark. Cum inside me. I need it so bad. Give it all to me, deep inside me. I need you to fill me up. Show me what needs to be inside me. Cum for me," I beg.

That is all he needed. His cock exploding with hot sticky cum deep inside my pussy. Dripping down my leg as he slows down, trying to catch his breath as he pants. His cock sliding out as he steps back, using his fingers to scoop up some of his cum. Bringing it to my lips, he slips it in and I clean his fingers off once again.

"Wow, this is why you are my favorite," he sighs as he pulls up his boxers and pants. Getting himself situated as I stand there in awe that it happened again.

I then wiggle my skirt back down and pull up my tank top and bra back into position. Leaving my broken blouse open. Cum still dripping down my leg as I watch him pick up my underwear from the ground and tuck it inside his pocket.

"I will see you at my place," he demands, giving me his address. "Be there for 8 pm sharp. No panties or bra, just a dress. Do not disappoint me, I do know where you live."

My eyes open wide as I nod my head. Staying quiet as I try to process what is happened. Why he wants me there. Why I want to go there.

With a slap on my ass, sending a sting against my red skin, he goes back inside his work. Leaving me there leaking of his cum as I try to wrap my mind around what just happened. And what is yet to happen.