Author: Hazard
Title: Too Good For Me
Keywords: MF, rape, Big Tits, Rough Sex, First Person
Summary: A guy decides he's going to get what he wants from his office colleague when she least expects it.
                                   
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                                    4th December 2004				

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This one is taken from a story I wrote specifical for a friend of mine. We roleplay on
occasion on MSN, but also exchange stories via email. She's one of those women that 
fantasizes about being raped (weyhey for me!), so this is one of the longer roleplays 
that constitutes a decent story, worth publishing. As a result of this roleplay angle,
it's written from the first person, with the other character being refered to as 'You'.
I think this actually helps make it more intense and intimate.

As always with my stories, this is only for Adults that are into aggressive rape, and 
it helps if you're into big tits!
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I work in a well paid office job, bringing home a decent salary. You work down the hall 
in the payroll processing department, making pay slips. You're job is minimum wage, not 
good, but I have never been snobby about being much more successful. I've tried to be 
friendly with you, but basically you've shown me you’re not interested. The fact that I'm 
decent looking, apparently nice, successful and drive a nice car doesn't make a difference
 to you, because you're happily in a relationship. However, I know what I want.

The building is busy and people are everywhere in the maze of corridors. There's always 
someone about, but that isn't going to stop me. I walk up and down the corridor off the 
room to where you work, waiting for you to leave for whatever reason. The door opens and 
you walk off down the corridor, the opposite way to me. I follow behind you. 

You disappear into the female toilets. I wait for a few moments, checking nobody is around
 then duck inside. I wait by the door, peaking around the corner to see where you are. Someone else leaves a cubical, so I quickly dash outside again. Nobody has seen me. 
Waiting, the other person leaves, so I move straight back inside. I peak around the corner
 again, seeing you leave the cubical. The rest are not engaged, so I know we're alone. I 
wait for you to wash your hands and move towards the door. As you come round the corner 
to the exit, you freeze in shock to see me standing there.

I waste no time, grabbing you by the upper arms I push you back into a cubical. Pushing 
you against the wall then turning round to lock it behind us. You stand there, in shock 
as I turn back round and push you until you're sitting on the toilet seat. My hand goes 
to your neck, pushing you backwards so your shoulders and head are pressed against the 
wall behind the toilet. I stand between your legs. You groan, but don't say a word, 
instead grabbing my hand with yours and holding it so that it's not throttling you. You
 stammer out a few sheepish words "www ... what are you doing?"

I reach down to the thick woollen top you’re wearing and squeeze your large soft breast 
awkwardly through the material. You use one hand to try and pull my hand away. "noooooooo
 .. ", you squeal, quietly, worried people will hear you. "Shhhh" I say sharply. Grabbing
 you by the shoulders now and turning you over so you're on your hands and knees, chest
 pushed into the toilet seat, head tilted to the side against the wall.

I hold you down with a hand between your shoulders. You start to struggle as I begin 
tugging down your jeans and panties, revealing your sexy ass. Your struggles are meek 
and full of fear. You're almost resigned to your fate already. When your pants are around
 your knees, you hear my flies unzip and you close your eyes. I put my legs either side 
of yours, clamping your knees together then guide my cock to your entrance.

You scream out as I drive myself into you. I get about halfway inside your semi-moist 
pussy, and have to pause because of the discomfort. As I jam my monster cock forwards 
again, you scream out again in pain. I reach forward, covering your mouth with my free 
hand. "Shut it bitch". Forcing myself forwards, I finally bottom out with my cock right
 up inside your cunt. You moan and sob quietly into my hand, steadying yourself with 
your hands by pressing against the cubical side walls, your whole body quivering.

Still gagging you with my hand I begin to stab purposefully into you with forceful, slow
 strokes. You groan each time into my hand at the discomfort, my massive cock tearing its
 way up into your cunt. I keep pausing to subtly change my position, my hips much higher
 than yours with your legs being shorter than mine. "This'll teach you for ignoring me, 
you jumped up bitch". I slam into you again. You scream out into the gag of my hand. 
"Too good for me, eh? WHORE?" I say through grit teeth as I pull back and smash into 
you again. You groan in discomfort into my hand.

I look down and admire the site of you, pushed into the corner, kneeling over the toilet,
 your jeans around your knees, my hand gagging your mouth, my cock buried deep between 
your pussy lips, your naked ass the only flesh I can see, as your hair shrouds your face
 from me. I start pumping firmly and viciously at a decent pace. Each stroke brings a moan
 or groan of discomfort from your gagged mouth. I feel tears drip down onto my hand, and
 it just encourages me to pump more furiously. You moan and moan as my thick cock 
continues to ram itself deeply into your sore, tight vagina.

I pause and release your mouth. You think I might've come for a moment and wait anxiously
 for me to let you go, but instead you feel me pushing on the bottom of your top, pushing
 it up your body towards your shoulders. The sweater and t-shirt get caught on the 
underside of your breasts against the toilet seat, so I reach to your sides, pushing 
firmly until the top is up under your arm pits. You sob as my cock slowly moves in your 
pussy as my concentration moves to your bra. You feel some fumbling with the clip and 
then feel it go loose. Grabbing you by the sides, I slide your upper body to the left 
a little. You steady yourself with your hands as your left breast falls off the toilet
 seat, your chest weight now pressing into your right breast against the toilet seat. 

I grip the large hanging mass of flesh, still partially hanging in your bra. Pulling 
the bra off your left tit, I squeeze it firmly and roughly, causing you some discomfort.
 I ram my cock in and out of you once firmly at the same time. I pause again, leaning 
forward so my mouth is a few inches from your ear. "Oh, these fucking huge tits. You 
should've given them to me earlier, you fucking slut. It's my right to squeeze these, 
whore. What?? What else do you need them for? You're not feeding babies, are you? ..... 
No! So why are they so big, eh? Fucking slut. So I can fuck them, that's why bitch. 
Fucking big tit slut, teasing me. Obscene tits. You look stupid! You can't even run 
anywhere without them bouncing up under your chin. Top heavy whore! " I say, my voice raising, all the time mauling the flesh tightly, causing you to groan with the 
discomfort.

You continue to sob at my words, just trying to ignore the growing pain on your huge
 hanging tit. The sensation soon fades into the background as I start to hammer hard 
into your pussy again. Smacking into you with force, your hands move to the wall in front
 of your face, stopping yourself from being pushed into it as I ram you forward. "Oh 
yeah, you big tit flesh fuck whore ... " I groan, mauling your tit and slamming into 
you, feeling my thick long meat pierce right into the depths of your tight sore pussy 
over and over again.

Suddenly I hear the door open to the toilets and I freeze. Quickly covering your mouth 
with my hand, I lean over onto your back, my cock motionless, on the out stroke. My head
 right next to yours, I hold your mouth tightly as I slowly slide my cock deep inside you
 again as I listen to the woman move into a cubical somewhere in the room. You fall 
silent too, terrified of the embarrassment of being found or even heard in this position.
 You suddenly start thinking about your colleagues, now probably wondering where you've 
got too. You're brought back to reality by a sudden tight grip on your left breast, 
followed by mauling rolling finger movements, feeling very tight and uncomfortable on 
the huge hanging mass of flesh. You groan, then bite back the sound, wincing instead as
 you hear the woman in the next cubical begin to piss. 

I change my grip on your tit, now holding it as if I was picking up a can of beer or 
something. Squeezing it like a hanging cylinder. Despite my tight, ruthlessly slow 
kneading, the sensation is less painful for you than it was before. Your mind drifts 
back to the cock that is now slowly pumping in you, also not as painful as before. You
 take the opportunity to catch your breath. 

As the woman finishes, the toilet is flushed and she leaves the cubical to go the sink. 
I take the opportunity to pull out and ram into you hard. You choke back a scream, and 
the movements of the woman outside fall silent. I pause, worried for a moment then hear
 her activate the blow-dry hand drier. As the machine roars into life, I pull you up by 
your mouth so you're raised slightly off the toilet. I release you, reaching under to 
both of your hanging tits, freeing the right one from the confines of the bra cup. You 
lower yourself back down so your tits are pressing my hands into the toilet seat, as 
this is the only half comfortable position for you. My hands open out wide to hold the 
whole huge bags of flesh.

Waiting, shuddering a little, you hear the sound of the woman leave the ladies room,
 then feel me pull back and stab into you for all I'm worth. Your eyes open wide and 
you groan out loudly. My hands clamp tightly around your hefty breasts, causing you to
raise your upper body off the toilet seat again. I begin to stab into you ruthlessly as
 my hands maul your big squashed tits. You sob audibly, groaning and moaning on each 
thrust as my cock bottoms out into the deepest recesses of your pussy. You begin to plead
 with me to stop "please .... ughh ..... stop .. ughh ... oh .. ughhh .. it hurts. .. 
ughh ... I'm sorry .... ugghhh ... please" between sobs. I ignore you totally.

Your right hand comes up to your right breast as you raise your chest off the toilet 
seat some more. You hold my hand as it clamps cruelly around your hefty melon, gripping 
it, but not pulling it away, just holding it ready in case I hurt you too much. Your 
other hand comes back, placing it against my abdomen, only being able to reach as I 
bottom out inside you. You push at me with your finger tips, attempting in vain to control
 how hard I fuck your tight pussy. Your face and chest now pressed back into the toilet 
seat as you're no longer steadying yourself.

I hammer into you viciously, feeling the sensation in my cock build and build as my 
balls tighten. I stab into you over and over again, the heat intense on my raw cock as
 I watch the thick meat plough into your gripping pussy. My hands squeeze down tightly
 on your monster tits on each powerful stroke and I begin to groan, throwing my head 
back, almost drooling as I get lost in the sensation. Pumping harder and harder, pleading
 in the back of my mind that nobody comes in now, feeling by cock swell inside you. You
 hold on for dear life, wincing at the sensation on your huge sore tits and in your 
battered pussy as I piston into you like the engine of a steam train. 

Your whole body shakes with the force of my thrusting, your tits being mauled rapidly, 
and your pussy clamping and squeezing the vicious mighty cock that rips through it. "Oh
 god whore ... oh god. Here I come. You fucking filthy massive titted good for nothing
 whore!" my words sound so euphoric now, and are audibly loud. Even now, you can't help
 but hope nobody can hear what is going on. My hands begin to cruelly clamp onto your
 tits with each word as I burst into orgasm "Oh .. my ... god ... " I groan "These 
fucking tits ... this ... fucking " groaning " ... this fucking pussy!" I shout out as
 I maul you and stab into you, jabbing your body forwards as my cock explodes into the 
depths of your pussy. I let out a long low groan, as my pumping slows and what seems 
like pints of cum fires right up into the heart of your red raw pussy.

I pull out, my cock still convulsing, and push you sideways. You fall off the toilet, 
now lying to the left side of it, on your left side, looking up at me, your ass and 
tits naked. I look at the running mascara on your cheeks from your tears as I put one
 foot on the toilet seat and jack my cock, firing the last squirts of cum at you from
 a great height. They land messily on your side, your tits, your face and on your sweater.
 You can't help wondering how you're going to get this stuff off without people noticing.
 I reach down, grabbing one of the huge tits, lying against the floor and squeeze it 
firmly, but this time not painfully as I jack the last sensation of pleasure from my 
cock.

I stand up, steadying myself against the walls of the cubical. Carefully placing my sore 
cock back into my pants I zip up and look at you, lying there, cum running slowly out of
 your full red pussy, your tits caught up in your twisted bra, looking sore. Your face 
is a picture. I give you a cheeky wink, before pushing your feet out the way so I can 
open the cubical door, unlocking it, stepping out and disappearing. You hear the door 
to the ladies room open, and then close. I’m gone.

