A very sexy MILF is raped in her office

Description: A very well written story about a college student who works in the campus mailroom. He has fanatsies of raping an older, attractive woman and finds a very nice looking middle aged woman named Liz working in one of the office building he delivers to. One day while Liz is alone in her office he decides to make his move and defiles her and relentlessly rapes her in her office. This one is certainly worth a read!

Liz’s Rape
By Firemansean

It was my sophomore year in college, and like any red-blooded American male, I was always on the hunt for sex. The college campus offered a tantalizing array of sexy young coeds, many of which I had sampled over the last two years. Deep down, however, my preference was for older women. This dated back to a junior high school experience with a sexy older English teacher, and was reinforced when I raped the MILF mom of a friend of mine while in high school.

In this pursuit, however, the college campus was less accommodating. While any number of older women served as professors, and many others filled the myriad of administrative offices scattered across campus, most were definitely of the “frumpy” variety. All of the Penthouse Forum letters about sexy entanglements with gorgeous female professors weren’t written about my college!

Don’t get me wrong—I don’t harbor any delusions about finding a 50 year old woman with the face of Angelina Jolie and the body of Halle Berry. But to arouse my interest, the woman had to have a certain physical attractiveness. She could look like someone’s mom—all the better in fact if she did—but she also had to look like she cared about her appearance. A toned body, nicely dressed, appropriate makeup…now you’re talking!

As part of my student financial aid package, I worked in the college’s mail room. I didn’t deliver the daily mail, but instead worked on loading and unloading the many packages that a large college campus generates. On occasion I would deliver one of the larger packages directly to its campus recipient, especially if it was marked urgent. As such, I knew my way around campus pretty well, but was not in any one office often enough to be recognizable.

One spring day late in the semester, I was making a rush delivery to one of the smaller administrative buildings on campus. It primarily housed the campus marketing and public relations departments…you know, “come to our school because we’re the best”, that sort of thing. While dropping off the package at the front reception desk, an attractive older woman in one of the offices caught my eye. At first glance, she appeared to be about 35 years old; a little young for my kink, but I was learning I couldn’t be too picky on this campus. She was very attractive, with short, highlighted blonde hair and what seemed to be a perennial smile on her face. She was definitely “put together”—a nice figure, well dressed, but in a conservative sort of way, and not at all slutty or trampy. I instantly felt a stirring in my groin. Without seeming obvious, I saw that the nameplate on her door read “Liz Nelson, Director of Campus Marketing”.

Over the rest of the semester, I made a point of stopping in her building as often as possible, without seeming odd. Hell, I was stalking her! Most mornings she seemed to be out of the office a lot, showing prospective students and their parents around campus, or whatever. Afternoons found her in the office more often than not. Unfortunately, it seemed to be a busy place, with more prospective students, parents, alumni, donors, etc. coming and going. Liz seemed to work late, but so did a number of her colleagues.

The spring semester ended, and I decided to stay on campus for the summer and take a class or two to ease my fall workload. My mailroom job continued, but only one or two days a week, leaving me plenty of time to stalk the attractive Ms. Nelson. Her office building was located right off the campus quad, giving me the chance to sit and relax on the quad like many students, but still watch the comings and goings of her building. I soon realized that the foot traffic in her office decreased considerably in the summer, and was heaviest in the morning. Some afternoons it seemed that the only people in the office were Liz, the receptionist, and one or more of her colleagues. Liz continued to work late, but now was joined by fewer of her co-workers.

One Friday afternoon, I got lucky. While delivering a package inside her building, I found Liz and the receptionist (around 50 years old and way too frumpy for my tastes!) talking around the front desk. The receptionist signed for the package, and while I “fumbled around” with the paperwork, she said, “Looks like just you and I next week Liz…Tom and Larry are taking vacation time, and Don is out of the office on a recruiting trip. And oh, remember…I’m leaving early Wednesday, so you’ll have to be in the office in the afternoon to get the phones.” “Don’t worry, I won’t forget!”, Liz replied, with that perennial smile still in place. I wouldn’t forget, either….

Wednesday I was shaking as I approached Liz’s office building. I entered the building, and looked towards the suite of offices occupied by the marketing group. They did appear to be vacant, except for one…Liz’s. I quietly opened the door separating the marketing offices from the rest of the building, and just as quietly closed it behind me, turning the inside thumb lock as I did. I could hear Liz, apparently talking on the phone. Opening my backpack, I carefully removed the sign I had made that morning, and taped it to the window glass in the door. It informed any one curious that the marketing office was closed for the day, and please try again tomorrow. Proceeding to the reception desk, I pushed the button for each of the three incoming phone lines, and then punched the “HOLD” button. Now, anyone calling would get a busy signal, and hopefully be less suspicious than if the phone rang unanswered.

When at last she hung up the phone, I took a deep breath, and entered her office. “Hi, can I help you?”, came her immediate cheery reply.

“Do you know me?”. A reply in the positive, and I would stammer an excuse for being here and leave. While I badly wanted to rape this cunt, I didn’t want to have to kill her, which would be necessary if she recognized me from my delivery visits.
“Sorry, can’t say that I do…should I? Her reply was just as cheery, the smile still ever present.

I turned and closed her door, locking it. “No…but after today, you’ll never forget me…”

“Wh…what do you want? Why did you lock the door? Wh….who are you?” Immediately, a look of concern replaced the smile on her face. I found it very attractive on her.

“I’m here to rape you, Liz. And if you cooperate, you’ll live to see tomorrow. If not, then…..” My words trailed off. The threat was implied. She didn’t need to know I wouldn’t follow through on it. The bluntness of my words immediately changed the look of concern on her face to one of absolute terror. I saw her glance to the door on her right, apparently connecting to another office or workspace. I hadn’t counted on that. A split second later, she bolted for the door, but I was faster and caught her even before her hand reached the knob. Grabbing a handful of hair, I spun her around and brought my knee up viciously into her midsection. She crumpled to her knees, and as she did I released her hair but unleashed a savage backhand to her face. Her head whipped around from the force of the blow, and she uttered a muted gasp.

“Very stupid, Liz. Not the kind of action to take if you want to live to see tomorrow!”

Working quickly while she sat stunned on the carpeted floor of her office, I ripped the cord from her office phone, and used it to roughly tie her wrists behind her back. Pulling her to her feet, I shoved her roughly into her office chair. I closed the blinds of her office window, glancing outside to see if anyone was observing. Spying no one, I turned back to my now less defiant captive.

“Do you think I’m fucking around bitch!” This statement was punctuated by another hard slap to her face.

“Pl…….pl…….please………don’t hurt me……..” Her whimper was like that of a little girl.

“Then do what I fucking tell you to cunt! “ My voice was firm, but I was aware of not being so loud as to alert anyone else working in the rest of the building.

Now that I had her, I was slightly unsure how to proceed next. I mean, I knew I was going to rape her…but realized I hadn’t thought out the specifics of this part of the plan. Pausing, I turned and looked about the office. A framed photo on her desk caught my eye. Liz, a man (apparently her husband), and three kids…two boys and a girl. Holy shit, I thought…the oldest boy didn’t look much younger than my own 19 years.
“How old are you slut?”

“F……f….forty five” came her tearful reply.

“Damn bitch, I had you pegged for 35, tops….you’re one fucking hot looking bitch for 45!” My cock became even harder as I realized what a prime MILF I was about to fuck.

I dragged Liz from her office chair and forced her to a kneeling position next to her desk, her wrists still bound painfully behind her back. As she looked up at me with fear in her eyes, I undid my jeans and pulled out my swollen 9” cock. Placing it near her trembling lips, I ordered, “Suck it.”

“P…..p……pl…please…..no…..don’t make me do that…please….” Again, whimpering like a little school girl.

“Would you rather I raped your pussy, Liz?” “Oh god, no…please…..not that…..I’m begging you!”

“Then suck my cock, bitch! And if I feel any teeth, I’ll cut your fucking head off and skull fuck you! Understand?” To further make my point, I grabbed the silver letter opener from her desk and held the point to her throat.

Tentatively, Liz opened her mouth. Without hesitation, I drove my cock past her lips and deep down her throat. Almost instantly she gagged, but was careful not to bite me. I quickly developed a rhythm, putting a hand behind her head and forcing her down on my swollen cock. I raped her mouth frantically, driving my dick in and out of her mouth as her lipstick smeared along the shaft of my cock. My cum heavy balls slapped against her chin as I kept up my torrid pace. Looking down, the scene reminded me of any number of porn videos I had seen.

I taunted Liz as I continued the assault of her pretty little mouth. “That’s it, suck it you whore! You’re quite the little cock sucker, aren’t you Liz? Is this how you suck your old man off? Do you swallow bitch, or are you a spitter?” The degradation of this attractive woman was as arousing to me as the rape itself. I relished in the humiliation that was plainly visible in her eyes. It seemed I had been fucking this sexy MILF’s mouth for some time, but in reality was only moments. I could feel the swelling in my loins, and knew I was ready to cum. As I started to erupt, I pulled Liz’s face close to my groin and held it there. I blasted a load of my hot sticky cum deep down her throat, forcing her to swallow it or choke to death. Finally spent, I pulled out, and reveled as Liz gasped for air, a look of complete humiliation on her face.

Wiping my cock on her hair, I continued my verbal taunting. “Damn Liz, you got some experience doing that, don’t you girl? Tell me, how many guys have you sucked off? Well, answer me slut!” Another savage backhand to her face, followed by a sharp yelp of pain. “I said answer me! How many guys have you sucked off?” “F…..f……five…..counting my husband…..and now…you….” “Shit bitch, you are a little whore, aren’t you?”

I sat on the edge of Liz’s desk, looking at her as she continued to gasp for air. She was wearing a bright red, satin blouse, with a conservative neckline. Below she wore a black skirt that seemed to fall several inches below her knees. Standard sand colored panty hose and leather pumps that matched her blouse completed the outfit. Her shoes were as conservative as the rest of her outfit, with at most a 2” chunky heel. All in all, a very conservative, professional outfit. As I continued to stare at her, I couldn’t help but wonder how much fun it would be to humiliate her by forcing her to dress like a slut. Micro mini skirt…tube top or halter top…leather “fuck me” boots and fishnet stockings…big silver hoop earrings like a hooker would wear. She would be so humiliated, dressed like a common whore, as I took pictures of her like that and posted them to the Internet. Alas, it would have to wait for another time…

I pulled Liz to her feet, spun her around, and removed the wire that bound her wrists together. As she rubbed her sore wrists, I calmly gave her a one word command: “Undress.” She looked at me, blinking, in disbelief. “B…b….but why? I……I….I mean, you already did……that other thing….and you said…”

“I said what Liz? What did I say?”

“You said if I……..if I….sucked you….then you wouldn’t…….you know…..rape me….” Her voice was so quiet and plaintive, that I almost felt sorry for her……almost.

SLAP! Another vicious backhand sent her head spinning again. “I said no such thing, you miserable little cunt! I asked if you’d rather I raped your pussy instead of your mouth….I never said I wouldn’t rape both of them! Now undress, or I’ll do it for you. And if I do it for you, I promise you’ll have nothing to wear when I’m through with you. Understand?”

“Y……..y…….yes.” Utter resignation in her voice. With trembling hands, Liz began to slowly remove her clothing. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it off her shoulders and slowly down her arms, finally folding it neatly and placing it on her desk. Then, reaching behind her back, she unhooked and unzipped her skirt, tugging it ever so slightly over her hips, then letting it pool around her ankles. Stepping out of the puddled garment, she bent over, picked it up, and placed it just as neatly on her desk. She paused, looking to me for…approval? “Keep going whore. I didn’t tell you to stop. Take off the rest of your clothes!”

Liz gently kicked off her shoes. Then, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her pantyhose, she pulled them down her shapely legs before tugging them off and placing them on her desk as well. Finally, with her eyes glued to the floor in shame, she reached behind and undid the rear clasp of her white bra. Pulling the straps from her shoulders, the cups followed, revealing her ample breasts.

“How big are your tits?”

“34C.”

“Mmmmmm, lovely Liz. You really should show them off more!”

I began to undress. Liz, sensing what was to happen next, made another dash for the office door. Anticipating this foolish attempt, I was able to get a foot out, and trip her, sending her sprawling face down on the carpeted floor. A savage kick to her midsection elicited yet another grimace of agony. Reaching down, I grabbed the waistband of her plain white cotton panties, and tried to pull her up, but they began to tear, so I finished ripping them from her body, then dragged her up by her arms.

Pushing everything off her desk, I slammed Liz face down onto her work station. Shoving the torn, soiled panties towards her mouth, I growled “open up, bitch!” and shoved the wadded up garment into her mouth. I kicked her legs apart, then stepped between them, my cock once again erect and angry. Without a moment’s pause, I shoved my swollen member into her exposed pussy. She was dry, and resisted my initial thrusts, but I was not to be denied. After a dozen or so savage thrusts and grunts, my cock found paydirt and slid into Liz’s luscious cunt. She tried to fight me off, but her slight frame was no match for my 6’ and 180 pounds. I held her arms down above her head and sadistically drove my dick in and out of her unprotected cunt. My balls slapped angrily against her ass as I ravaged her pussy.

She kept fighting me, and I kept raping her. I needed to humiliate her, to own her, to destroy her. “Take that you fucking whore! How do you like this, bitch? Is this what you want, you lousy fucking cock teasing whore? I’ll bet your hubby has a little dick, doesn’t he, Liz? I’ll bet you’ve been dying to get a real cock in your pussy, haven’t you? HAVEN’T YOU!!”

Liz’s pussy felt sooooo fucking good. I tried to hold out, but knew I couldn’t last much longer. The taunting continued. “I’m going to cum in you, Liz. Are you still fertile, bitch? Are you? Here it comes…..oh shit……….OH SHIT YES……your pussy is so fucking tight…..I’m going to cum……aaaahhhhhhhhggggggg!!!!!!” My cock erupted, blasting another load of my hot sticky cum, this one deep inside her womb.

I laid on top of her, catching my breath, relishing the sobs that I could hear and feel. Slowly, my cock shriveled inside her, until I finally pulled out. I flipped Liz over and pulled her up until she stood, facing me. She was unsteady on her feet, sobbing gently, tear-driven streaks of makeup running down her face. I reach in pull out the saliva soaked panty gag, dropping it on the floor. “Kiss me!”, I growled. Grabbing both sides of her head, my fingers locked in her soft blonde hair, I pulled her face close to mine and began to kiss her. Our lips driven together, my tongue drove wildly into her wet, warm mouth. She struggled to breath. I paused my attack on her mouth only long enough to order, “Tongue me, bitch! Kiss me like you mean it!” Liz began to French kiss me back, her heart not in it, only going through the motions out of fear of what else I would do to her.

After several minutes of this erotic embrace, I removed one of my hands from her hair and, grabbing her right hand, placed it firmly on my exposed, limp cock. “Stroke me, bitch! Play with my dick…get me hard again you little whore! DO IT!”

Slowly, Liz began to stroke my tool, which responded almost immediately. As it grew harder in her hand, I taunted her more. “That’s it slut…get my dick hard again…I’m not done with you yet…get me hard so I can rape you again!”

Leaning close to her ear, I hissed, “Talk dirty to me, Liz…I want to hear you talk like the whore that you are…”

“P…p…….pl……please…….no……no more……just let me go….” Gone was the normal cheerfulness in her voice. Her voice was small and plain, like that of a 5 year old girl. I reached down and began to pinch both of her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, twisting them painfully. She grimaced. “Should I cut off your tits, Liz? Should I? Your disobedience is starting to annoy me. Start talking dirty….NOW!”

She started to talk, hesitantly, searching for words she was unfamiliar with. “I…I like your….cock. You have a …a….big cock. It’s so….so big and thick…”

Another savage twist of her nipples. “Tell me what you want me to do with my big cock, Liz!”

“I…I want you cock…inside me. I want you to…to fuck me…with your big cock. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck me like the whore…that I am.”

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I realized time was running out. Much as I wanted to play with this whore all day long, I knew sooner or later someone would stumble upon us. My cock was now raging hard again, thanks to Liz’s continued manual efforts. I knew there was one more thing I wanted to do to her…had to do to her.

Leaning close to her ear again, I whispered, “Beg me to fuck your ass, Liz.”

“NO!” Her voice was clear and strong again. Maybe this cunt had some life left in her after all! “NO!”, she repeated, “I won’t do that. You might as well kill me…I’ll never let you do that to me!”

“Have it your way, cunt!” I spun Liz around and ferociously slammed her face down onto the top of her desk again. Grabbing her pantyhose from the pile of clothes on the floor, I quickly did a double wrap of the nylon material around her neck, and began pulling on the legs of the hose. Liz’s hands immediately went to her throat, her perfectly manicured nails clawing at the restricting material. Liz’s eyes bulged as she gasped for air. Using my right hand alone, I twisted both of the panty hose legs several times around my hand, taking up the slack in the material and maintaining the pressure around her throat. Kicking her legs apart, I used my left hand to deftly place my swollen cock head at the brown puckered entrance to her rectum. I savagely thrust into her ass, achieving penetration with a half dozen deep thrusts.

Upon entering her ass, Liz’s garbled gasps for air took on a decidedly more animalistic tone. It was obvious I was inflicting tremendous pain as I ravaged her asshole. “Anal virgin Liz? First time up the Hershey highway? Do you want to die with my dick in your ass?”

I had never…NEVER…been this aroused in my entire life! Electricity flowed through my cock. I just knew that my cock was the first one that had ever entered the ass of this beautiful woman. With some effort, I managed to reach down and pick up the framed picture that I had knocked to the floor earlier, along with the rest of the things on her desktop. I placed the family portrait where Liz could see it. “Look at your loving family, Liz…LOOK!…every time you look at them from now on, I want you to remember what I did to you today…you fucking cock teasing MILF!”

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I launched a third helping of hot man seed, this one deep into her tortured ass. As I did, I released my hold on the pantyhose twisted around her neck. After taking in a deep gulp of air, Liz’s body lay limp on the desk top.

Removing myself from her ass, I couldn’t help but notice the blood that mixed with my cum as it oozed from her shithole. Content that Liz was in no condition to try any more ill conceived escape attempts, I climbed off her and the desk, and gathered up her hose and the phone cord. Flipping Liz onto her back, I pulled both of her arms over her head, and used one end of the cord to again tie her wrists together tightly. The other end was pulled taut, and tied off to one leg of the desk. I did the same with the pantyhose, tying her ankles together and securing them to the other end of the desk, the effect being to secure her in place with her head hanging off the end of her desk.

She looked so gorgeous lying there, totally helpless. The beautiful older woman of my dreams, used, abused, humiliated. I didn’t think it possible, but my loins stirred again. Taking position at her head, I lowered my semi-hard cock towards her mouth. No words were necessary. I pushed my cock into her mouth, and her wet warm lips closed around it, knowing what was expected. The cum and blood and jizz transferred from my cock shaft to her mouth. I relished in the reverse throat fucking I was delivering to this sexy older woman. I had never in my life cum more than twice in one fuck session, but here I was about to deliver my fourth load in the last hour. I was in heaven! It came quickly…much quicker than I wanted it to… As I erupted again, I pulled out, spraying the load of semen all over her beautiful face and tits and hair. A gob of my cum pooled in the corner of her left eye…a long strand trickled off her right breast.

I knew I had to finish and leave quickly. Looking around the office, I quickly found what I sought. Liz’s purse hung from a coat rack in the corner of the office. Retrieving it, I dumped out the contents onto the top of her credenza. From her wallet, I withdrew her drivers license and $87 in cash. Grabbing the tube of lipstick, I turned to where Liz still lay, bound and helpless. I opened the lipstick, and started to write on her body. Cunt. Whore. Tramp. Slut. Cumpig. Soon her forehead and breasts and abdomen and thighs were all covered in the disgusting epithets. Retrieving her torn panties, I shoved them forcefully back into her mouth, careful not to obstruct her airway.

“Thanks, Liz. You were an AWESOME fuck! And oh, by the way, when the police investigate, tell them your rapist was a 6’6” black dude…remember, I know where your family lives”, holding the drivers license up for her to see.

Grabbing her cell phone, I take a picture of her as she lays on desk top….bound, gagged, sexual slurs scrawled across her body, cum oozing from all her holes. After punching a few buttons, I shove the phone in my pocket, content to dispose of it later, and satisfied that I had just sent the digitial picture to everyone in her address book.

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