Hellie and Karen returned to work the day after their first threesome with Bryant. Things didn't change much, but their coworkers noticed the new warmth between them immediately. Maybe it was the way they smiled and laughed together. Maybe it was because they had arrived together in Karen's car. Or maybe it was because Hellie had pulled Karen into the employee bathroom for an impromptu make-out session.
Still, Karen left a few hours before Hellie did. Her shift ended sooner, and she'd told Hellie and Bryant that she needed to have a long talk with her father.
Hellie closed the store and was the last person to walk out after night fell. She'd changed from her work clothes into a tight tank top and a tiny denim skirt. After she locked the doors, she walked out into the dimly lit parking lot, considering whether she wanted to take the bus home or maybe call Bryant or Barry for a ride home.
"Hey cum dumpster."
Helllie looked up to see Kevin crossing the parking lot toward her. She had successfully avoided him for most of the day, and he'd left work before she had. She realized he must have been waiting on the bench outside the store; she'd walked right past him.
She didn't respond to him now, only stared.
"I can give you a ride home," Kevin said, gesturing to his tan Honda that Hellie was pretty sure was from the nineties.
"I don't need any rides from you," Hellie told him.
Kevin nodded, stepped a foot closer to her. "You know, I thought for sure you'd get your ass kicked when Karen found out you fucked her boyfriend."
Hellie folded her arms. "I didn't. But YOU need your ass kicked."
Kevin held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, moving closer again. "I was just following through and sharing what I saw."
"Well," Hellie said, "all you ended up doing was a favor to Karen. Now she's no longer dating a lying cheater."
"Well," Kevin mimicked, "he still works with one." He nodded to Hellie as he took another step.
"That's our business to work out." Hellie shook her head. "God, you really hate the idea of me wanting to fuck you."
Kevin blinked, stopping. "Excuse me?"
"You want me to hate it. You want me to hate you." Hellie swallowed. "You wanted to threaten me into sex! You...you really want to actually, full on, rape me." As she spoke, Hellie realized her pussy was wet. "You really do!"
Kevin smirked, and before Hellie could think about how close he'd gotten, he had a hand in her hair.
"Baby, nobody could ever rape you." He traced the side of her face and Hellie shivered. "Could they?" His hand pulled back and he didn't slap her, but he firmly brought his hand to her cheek and just held it there. He guided her face up and looked directly into her eyes, his tall wiry frame towering over her short, soft one.
"Of course you want me to fuck you. Because all you fucking want is to be fucked."
His hand came down to her chest, tweaking one of her hard nipples. Hellie yelped.
Kevin wrapped his arms around her. He pulled Hellie against him, hands moving to the bottom of her short skirt where her thighs met her ass.
Hellie gasped.
"Your pussy's wet already, isn't it baby? So wet it's ridiculous." He held her tightly, gripping her thighs and ass, his hard cock pressing into her lower belly.
"I know you want to get raped," he said to her softly. "You're the biggest whore there is, beyond a whore. Beyond a fucking cum-bucket-slut. You're fucking rapebait, except that doesn't even work for you does it? The worse the guy, the more you like it. Fucking Barry is missing a tooth!"
"It's cute," said Hellie. "And a missing tooth doesn't make you a bad person, don't be a fucking asshole."
Kevin groaned. "But you know what I fucking mean."
"No, I fucking don't."
Kevin sighed. "Look, you're right. And I can't explain it."
He took a breath.
"I want to hurt you," he said.
Hellie swallowed again, then realized it was because her mouth was watering.
"I want to mark you. I want to brand your face and your tits and tattoo my name across your chubby fucking ass. I want to break your pussy so no one can use it. I want to hold you down." He pressed his lips to the top of her head. "You fucking slut, I can't stop thinking about it. I think about it more than anything else. There are so many ways I want to punish you.
"And you know what I realized? I can never punish you. I can never rape you. Because no matter what kind of fucked up shit I do, you'll love it. If I mark you, you'll love it. If I fuck you hard, you'll love it. If I hit you, you'll love it- is that true, bitch?"
Hellie swallowed again and nodded. "Yes."
Kevin shook his head. "I could throw you in my garage and torture you and use you as a cum sock and you'd love it."
Hellie nodded again.
"You fucked up piece of cock trash. I could fuck your mouth with a gun! I could strangle you. I could fucking bury you alive and as long as I left a vibrating dildo in your pussy, you'd cum."
Hellie pursed her lips. "I don't know if--"
"I want to wrestle you to the ground and force my hand up your cunt. I want to fuck you with my fist. Shit, I want to fuck you with both hands. I want to stretch that worn out fucking hole until it's no good anymore. Until you need to go out with the fucking trash."
His hand still held her ass, two fingers curving under her cheeks now to rub her wet slit through her panties. Hellie whimpered.
"I know, bitch," he whispered. "I know."
"Just rape me, Kevin," Hellie whispered. "Just fucking rape me right here."
Kevin removed his hands, pressed on Hellie's shoulders and brought her easily to the ground. He crouched carefully down with her before he pushed onto her stomach, down on the pavement and hidden by his car from the view of the road beyond the lot. He pushed the back of her skirt up, pulled her panties down her thighs. He squeezed her ass in both hands, easily brought his cockhead to her pussy lips. Hellie squealed.
"Please," she begged, the side of her face against the pavement.
"Don't rush me, bitch," he said. "Hmm." He spread her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs, keeping his cockhead on her pussy.
"Oh god," Hellie whispered.
Kevin snickered. "You really are the biggest whore I've ever met." He rubbed her asshole with one fingertip and Hellie moaned. "I could call all my friends to run a train on you right here right now and you'd take your clothes off and spread right on the hood of my car."
"Fuck," Hellie murmured. "Too bad you don't have any friends."
Kevin laughed. "Too bad you don't have a dick in your mouth." He pressed his finger into her asshole and Hellie cried out. "There you go baby, it's just one. Hmm, kinda dry though huh." He fingered her ass steadily, in and out, his skin rubbing harshly against the lining of her ass. It hurt but it also made Hellie's pussy buzz.
"Please," Hellie breathed.
"Shut the fuck up or you'll get five instead."
Hellie moaned.
Kevin sighed, still playing with her asshole, the rest of his hand wedged between her thick ass cheeks. "You fucking little cunt. You have no idea how many fucking times I've wanted to do something like this to you." He leaned down toward her head, and with his free arm, he grabbed a chunk of Hellie's hair near her scalp and rested his elbow and forearm on her back.
"I've never wanted to do anything like this before you," he whispered. "I think you're special, bitch. I think you changed me," he said in a mock-heartwarming tone.
Putting his weight on her, he continued to violate her asshole.
"Tell me it fucking hurts," he said through his teeth.
"It hurts," Hellie moaned, squirming and shimmying her ass on his finger.
