A Late Lunch

By JemGirl

You were walking to work from lunch on a somewhat empty street. You walked pass a cute guy and smiled. You reached your office building and walked through the garage instead of walking around to the front. You heard foot steps other than your own bouncing off the walls. You paid no mind. You turned a corner and your butt was grabbed and held. You were about to turn around and give the fool a headache when you felt cold round steel against your neck. Your butt was grabbed tighter and you were steered to the left. You said that you would do anything they said, but please dont kill you. Are you joking? Ann Marie asked the room before she turned around and looked at Lincoln who was laying on the couch playing a game on his iPad. Really? she asked him again to get this attention. What? he asked as he looked up from his screen to the girl sitting at the desk and the old computer he had there. 'You said that you would do anything they said'? Really? Ann Marie asked once again in disbelief as she turned back around after reading aloud from the screen. What's wrong with that? Lincoln asked as he got up and walked over to her as he left his iPad behind. That is the most clich and open invitation to letting someone use them for sex, she told him. I know. That is why I used it, Lincoln informed her. You can't come up with something less... less..., Ann Marie tried to find a word that would convey what she wanted. Low class porn? she ended up saying. Lincoln looked at her before looking at the screen and looking back at her again. You know this is just porn right? he asked with a look like she shouldn't have expected too much. At seeing this her own look changed to something that said Of course you fool. Porn yes, but it doesn't have to be so... she once again tried to find a world. Low? Lincoln said for her. I was trying to find another word, but yeah. Low, she agreed. Fine, Lincoln said to move on. What would you rather I write there then? he asked as he nudged her out of the big chair. How about what every frighten person who knows a gun is pointed at them says? Ann Marie said to make him think. I thought I wrote that, but you are telling me I'm wrong, he said sounding a little defensive. How about 'You can take the money. Please don't kill me.'? she offered to Lincoln. He didn't say anything and didn't type anything either. What was wrong with that? Ann Marie asked a few seconds later when he didn't

say or do anything besides look at his screen. Nothing, he begrudging answered before he started to type what she said. Ok I've changed it, Lincoln said when he was done typing. What else do you think I should change? he asked as he spun around in the chair to look at Ann Marie. I don't know, she told him before straddling his legs and leaning forward on the desk. I haven't read the rest yet, she told him before she started to read again. You were steered down a flight of stairs, to the garages lower level. You knew that no one would find you down there. You were pressed up against a wall and were told to put your hands up and press them against the wall. You did. He unzipped your short black skirt and pulled it to the floor. He told you to stay as you were but step out of the skirt. You did. He did the same to your slip and panties. You have seen a slip lately? Ann Marie asked him a jovial tone. No not really, but I heard that you are suppose to wear them under skirts and dresses, he said in his defense. Maybe if you are my mom's age, Anne answered him. I have not seen anyone our age wearing a slip since I was five and going to church, she added before turning her attention back to the story. You also did the same to your slip and panties. So I should take that out or leave it in? Lincoln asked her to make sure. I don't hate it, just thought it was a little odd. I guess it can stay, was her answer before she adjusted her seat on him and pushed back again as she prepared to start reading again. The cold from the stone wall seeped through your jacket, blouse and bra to hardened your nipples. He turned you towards a railing for some steps and told you to walk. He stopped you a foot and a half from the railing and told you to bend over and to hold on to it. You dont. He parted your ass cheeks and puts the gun against your hole. He told to bend over again. Two things, Anne Marie said as she stopped reading and leaned back against Lincoln's chest. Yeah? he asked as he waited to hear her new complaint or correction. One, how did you come up with a foot and a half? Did you do some calculations that said that was a good distance? was Anne Marie's first question. I guessed, was Lincoln's short answer. Should there be more or less? he asked. It could be right, she answered him. If it's 'right' why did you asked? he asked her. It just sounds odd that you gave it such a set distance, was her complaint.

I didn't say 'about a foot and half'? Lincoln asked her as he sat up a bit to look at the screen. No, you said 'He stopped you a foot and a half from the railing...', Ann Marie read from her spot a few inches in front of him. Would 'about a foot and half' sound better? he asked her as both his hands reached around her and got into place over the keyboard. Or 'just within reach' would work well too, she said sounding a little helpful. I like 'about' better, Lincoln said a few seconds later after he thought about his two options. You just want to keep your 'foot and a half', Ann Marie accused him. So? Lincoln asked not trying to hide that little fact. Ann Marie didn't answer him. What was the next thing? he asked after he typed in the word. She leaned in some more to find what she had found earlier. Here, she said as she pressed her nail to the screen. You left out 'you', she showed him. Lincoln's hands, that were still around her, tapped on the key board a few times until he was where the missing word was suppose to be. As he leaned back he let his hands fall to Ann Marie's thighs as she pressed on her elbows to continue reading. You did. He told you to open your stand. You didnt. He shoved the gun up your ass hole. You yelped in surprise as you felt this cold thing enter you. You spread your stand. He removed his hand from the gun but leaned into it with the joint of his hip and pelvis. He reached around you and tied your hands to the railing. As he leaned into you he pushed the gun deeper. You whimpered like something that you hoped he would take as pain. You then felt him playing with your clit. You felt his cock being rubbed around your ass and being lead down to your pussy. Your eyes were screwed shut as you waited to feel his dick inside you. You waited and waited. Then you realized that he was not even touching you. Maybe that was it you thought to yourself. But you were wrong. You then felt his breath on the back of your neck and the gun moving in your butt. "I want to hear you, he said. Weather it be in pain or pleasure, it dose not matter to me. This sent a cold shiver through you. Your pulse sped up, your nipples got tighter, making the movement of your bra over them painful and the muscles in your ass and pussy convulsed. He pushed the gun into you again but you said nothing. He spread your ass cheeks wider and pushed the gun deeper. You squeaked in pain and he patted your butt. He told you to close your legs and to hold on to the gun. You did so very slowly. You opened your eyes in time to see a piece of cloth coming towards them. You felt him unbuttoning your jacket then your blouse. He was working your breast out of your bra when it unclasped and your tits fell out into the open air that was heated by both your bodies and chilled by the occasional draft. He laughed at this and said, Thank you for such a thoughtful gift. But you see it was not necessary. He re-clipped your bra but under your deepening, pink tits. Ann Marie started to rock a little on Lincoln's lap and Lincoln noticed. He slowly pulled at her night gown that had been caught a little between her legs as she sat down over him. He laid it over her back and watched her

blue panties against her smooth skin as she slowly rocked over his crotch. I like to feel the lace against your skin but I do like to feel and pull your tits with nothing between my hand and your breast. He was doing this now. You felt his hands on your breasts. They covered you completely. He kept rubbing past your nipples making pain shot through you. You clamped you lips together, so he would not have the satisfaction of hearing you whimper. Ouch! you shouted. As you felt his teeth biting into your nipple. One, then the other, then back again. You shouted in pain, tears ran down your face. This part here can be written better, Ann Marie said as she stopped rocking and sat up a bit taller. Lincoln leaned in pressing his chest to her back as he looked to see what she was talking about. Where? he asked when he didn't see her pointing at anything. Here, she said as her finger touched the screen. You have 'you shouted' then a full stop, then 'As'. There shouldn't be a full stop there. Then down here, Lincoln watched as her finger moved down to the next line. You say 'You shouted in pain, tears ran down your face.' That should be 'You shouted in pain and tears ran down your face, Ann Marie fully explained to him. Lincoln made no protest and just change what he was told to change, but not before pulling Ann Marie back further unto his lap. He made it look like he was just doing it get at the keyboard easier and I'm sure that also happened. There, he told her when he was done with the newest corrections and sat back in the chair. Thank you, Ann Marie told him before leaning forward to continue reading. As she looked for where she left off reading, she started rocking again and he smiled at having placed her where he really wanted to feel her. Her ass was against his midsection so he just looked at her tied up hair and enjoyed this feeling until her next error discovery. Please, stop, you sobbed. He sucked your breast into his mouth. He was licking around them. You knew that he had to be sitting below you. You felt him slip his hand between your kneecaps, then the other. He forced your legs apart. He spread you wide then wider. You felt his feet against your ankles. They pushed you wider still. You had to hold onto the railing for support. You felt his left hand glide up your left leg, up your left thigh, and brush past your pussy. You felt him removing the gun from your ass. You bit your lower lip to keep from crying out. Then he just stopped. You felt him stop sucking your breast. You felt him stop in his action of removing the gun. Why do you do that? he asked. You did not answer. Why do you hold it in? Why dont you say anything? Its not like you will be bothering any one. No one can hear you down here. He reached for the gun again, and yanked it out. You shouted in pain. See, that wasnt so bad, he said. You heard him moving under you, you heard what you believe to be clothes being thrown aside, as well as shoes. He told you to knee forward as your legs were. His hands

clutched your hips. They pulled you forward, helping you to comply. Ann Marie pressed down hard on Lincoln's crotch and now fully felt the hard on that she had been rubbing her pussy over. She told herself not to rock any faster as she moved her underwear aside before going back to read the story. Your knees meet the floor. Your thighs meet his thighs on the inside of yours. And you sat on his bare lap. You felt his cock under your pussy. For how you knelt your pussy lips were spread wide. His cock was nestled between them and was rubbing against your clit. You felt him breathing down on you, and for some reason you turned your head down. You felt his hand under your chin turning your face up towards his. You have such a pretty face. He said to you. You felt his thumb pass over you cheek and lips. You then felt his breath on your lips before you felt his lips on yours. Your slight intake of breath caused by his sudden move thankfully gave you something else to worry about than him kissing you. I think 'sudden' should be 'unexpected', Ann Marie said as she sat up once again, but this them grounding her pussy down unto Lincoln's cock through his boxers. Why Lincoln asked sounding a little distracted as he lightly held Ann Marie's hip as she continued to rotate her body into his. Because there was nothing sudden about it. He was slowly touching her face and stuff, she explained to him before opening her eyes to concentrate on editing the story. Come on. Make the change, Ann Marie whined when Lincoln hadn't moved yet. I'll move when you stop moving, Lincoln informed her. Ten seconds later Ann Marie stopped and two seconds later Lincoln sat up, looked for the part she told him about, corrected it, and sat back so Ann Marie could start moving again. As she got back into position, they both realized that something hand changed. Lincoln laid his hands on her hips under her gown as Ann Marie rocked a little harder, but not faster, as their skin rubbed against skin. You liked that didnt you? he said upon letting go of your lips. You realize that he took your struggle for air as compliance to his kiss. As you open your mouth to tell him that you didnt he planted another one on you, which also leaves you fighting for air. Then you felt it. He had his hands on your waist and was slightly lifting you up and forward. You felt him as he entered you. You felt him slowly letting you fall over him. He went deep. He was big, causing you to cry out into his throat. He lifted and lowered you over and over again. He broke the kiss and you both gulped for air. You both began to moan and groan. You sounded like you belonged in a 15th century dungeon while he was definitely was in the throes of passion. You were ashamed and grateful at the fact that you were wet. You got enough pain from his sheer size. You felt him grow a bit more and knew what was to come. You grab onto the railing like a port in a storm. He came and you felt the pain. You screamed. Then you started to sob and cry. You did not care what else he might do to you. You just cried and kept on crying. You felt him kissing your face, while smoothing back and patting your hair. You heard him saying things to you in a soft voice but you did not care. There, there. Its all over now. Calm down. Shh. Next time well do it in a bed. I promise. There, there. Shhh.

Lousy ending, Ann Marie told Lincoln before she sat up in his lap and stood up off of him. Hah? What? Lincoln asked as she left him with his cock sticking up out of his boxers and being told he did a bad job with the end of the story. As his mind and body fought to comprehend what just happened to them, Lincoln's eyes watched at Ann Marie pulled her knee length night gown up over her head. She was bra-less so the only thing left for Ann Marie to take off was a pair of crooked blue panties. What is wrong with my ending? Lincoln slowly said as his body sided with his eyes leaving his brain to only half protest the remaining problem that arose a few moments ago. You had her crying and then he was hugging her like they were dating and saying that they will be in bed the next time, Ann Marie informed him before straddling his legs again, but this time facing him. You said to add a twist to the end, he protested as weakly as possible. Mmm, he moaned as she kissed him and slowly rocked over his covered cock again. You could, Ann Marie said as she broke the kiss. have her crying turn into real moans and start holding onto guy at the end. And when they were done they introduced themselves to each other with some odd ball internet nicknames, she continued as her hips also continued to rub skin across skin. Awm, can we finish correcting later, Lincoln asked as he leaned back and pushed her hips down as he pushed his hips up. No! Ann Marie loudly stated as she grabbed his hair and made him look at her. First we finish correcting your story, then we can fuck as much as you want, she told him. Her voice got softer near the end and she bit her lip as she watched him looking back at her as she got them both wet. How come you get to have fun at my expense? he asked her as his hands held her ass a little tighter. You didn't stop me when I started while I was reading, she answered with a grin on her face. Fine, Lincoln said as he gave in and tried to concentrate. How about one of those sites where people have these rape fantasizes that they talk to each other about? he ended with loud huff as Ann Marie increased her rocking speed. Yeah, yeah. That's good, she agreed before opening her eyes again. Do we have to come up with the name of the site? she then asked. I'm not planning on it, Lincoln informed her as he stopped thinking about the story. Ok. How about names then? Ann Marie asked as she rested both her arms on his shoulders. I'll just hunt around some sites for those, Lincoln said before licking his lips. Is that it? he asked as he moved in a bit closer to her face as he looked at her open mouth as she panted. Yeah, I think that's it, she now huffed a little. You agreed with my changes right? Ann Marie asked to make sure. Yeah, I do, Lincoln quickly confirmed before kissing her and pulling her chest to his. I don't have to type that

now do I? he asked upon braking the kiss when the thought flashed through his mind. Fuck no, Ann Marie answered him as she knelt in the chair over him to grab his cock. She aimed it at her wet opening and quickly sat down and rewarded them both as it slid right into her the first time. Now we fuck! she concluded as she planted her knees on either side of his thighs and rode them both to a gripping, sweating orgasm. Lincoln who sat still until now, aided in their shared goal and flexed up to meet Ann Marie as she came down and socketed them together. Yeess, Ann Marie slowly growled as her head fell to Lincoln's shoulder blade and her hands held on to the chair's head rest. Oh baby, Lincoln quietly moaned as he slide one of his hands up along her back. Yes. Oh yes, Ann Marie continued as she started to move faster. Linc. Yes baby. Keep going, Lincoln told her. Ah. Oh. Aha. Ohh. Yes, yes. Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! I'm coming, I'm coming, Ann Marie announced as she began to shake in Lincoln's arms. Oh Fuck Yes! Lincoln cried out as he fucked up into her faster before coming himself three strokes later. Oh.. oh... Ann Marie quietly breathed out close to Lincoln's ear. Her hot breath fanned his skin as she slowly came down, along with Lincoln, with their arms around each other. Can we sleep here tonight? Lincoln asked her. No, was her simple and firm, if not tired sounding answer. I'm not moving yet, Lincoln informed her as he rubbed her back and closed his eyes. Fine by me, was the only response she had for him.