She stood staring at the sign posted on the doors for the parking garage elevator.
out of service-use stairs
Today she’d chosen to wear five-inch heels to work.
Today she’d chosen to wear a short flirty skirt, to celebrate the glorious spring morning.
Today she’d been up and down and all over the building, on a day when she normally spent her eight hours sitting behind a desk, on the phone, on the computer.
Her feet throbbed. Served her right for dressing like a slut for work, she supposed. And the day had turned gloomy, dark rain clouds pouring through the blue sky, the temperature dropping by lunchtime.
She hadn’t bothered with a coat this morning.
Shivers ran up her legs and under her short hem, as a cold wind blew through the garage. It teased at her pussy and ass, and set her nipples into hard points of chill.
She had even chosen to work overtime tonight. And now, at ten p.m. the place was deserted. And her feet hurt. And it was too cold to take off her shoes and run up the concrete steps, even if she hadn’t wanted a run in her twenty-dollar stockings.
Turning, she began the climb to level six.
She was out of breath, but warmed up a bit from the exercise. Her toes cramped, her arches screamed as she exited the stairwell. Her car sat, of course, in the furthest corner. A gust of wind slammed into the building, howling as it rounded concrete girders. She moaned a little as the whorl of frigid air wrapped around her as she stumbled towards refuge.
Frozen fingers fumbled with the keys, shivers wracking her as she tried to stab her key into the door lock. Why she had yet to upgrade to a vehicle with one of those electronic button locks was beyond her.
A hand closed over hers, a body pressed against her.
“Don’t fight me. You’re alone and no one will hear you anyway.”
A hand raised her skirt, baring her ass to the cold air.
“Please…” she tried to scream, but it came out a croak.
“You’ve been flaunting this ass all day. You offered, I’m taking.”
The thin strap of her panties snapped. It tickled along her clit as he tugged it free. Cold fingers explored the slit and she squirmed. Too cold…too terrifying. She knew the voice but couldn’t place it, fear and cold-fogged brain making her sluggish. A finger gathered moisture, plunging into her pussy.
She didn’t want to be excited.
“Wet cunt. Begging to be violated.”
She shook her head but he merely laughed against her ear, his breath the warmest thing she’d felt since leaving work.
“You don’t want me to fuck this wet pussy?”
She shook her head. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be warm. She wanted…
“Okay. I won’t fuck your pussy then.”
The finger slid backwards, and pressed up against her anus.
Too late, sunk up to a knuckle, she felt herself rising to her toes to avoid the piercing of her rectum. He pushed up, wiggling his way deeper.
“Needs a bit of stretching…”
In, out, up, around, his finger fucked and circled, pulling and tugging at the tight little hole. As fast as it had gone in, it was gone.
As fast as she could sigh in relief, there was a thicker, firmer pressure against her backside.
“NOOOO!” she yelped, but the sound was snatched away by the wind, even as the flared head plunged upward, breaking wide the tight barrier, and filling her ass with cock.
A hand fisted in her hair, tugging her neck back, further back, arching her spine, opening her for his rapid pounding. Her hips and belly pressed against the bitter cold metal of her car as her ass was heated by the thick shaft drilling her behind. She could almost see him…
He pulled out of her bum like pulling a ripcord during free-fall; quick and violent. Spinning her around, he pushed her to her knees on the freezing, dirty concrete, his hand tugging at her hair.
Her mouth opened as she squealed in pain, then gagged around the dirty cock shoved between her spread lips.
“Suck it, drink it, clean it.”
His voice was as dark as the night, as cold as the wind, as he plunged into her mouth, filling her with thick rivers of cream tinged with the tang of poo from her ass.
Gagging, choking, he nonetheless held her mouth on him until it was swallowed.
Taking the car key from her, he unlocked the door, then guided her to the passenger seat.
“I’ll drive tonight.”