Sharon checked her watch, sighing tiredly as she realized that once again she had worked for more than twelve hours. That made the eighth straight day. She shoved back her long, thick brown hair and briefly lay her head back against the chair. She sighed and closed her eyes, wishing the Mcginty proposal was done so she could get back to her more normal ten hour days. Life was hell for an associate who wanted to be a partner with the city's biggest, richest law firm. You worked your ass off in school, pulling all nighters to get good marks, and then, after the briefest of celebrations you became a slave to some law firm. You worked your ass off again, brown nosing, doing favors, trying to outmanoeuvre the other associates. All for the gold ring. The average payout for a partner in this firm was a million bucks a year. That was worth working her ass off for. She stretched her arms high above her head, arching her back as she yawned deeply, then got up and padded across the carpet and out to the front where the coffee machine steamed nicely, the smell delicious. Her body ached from the constant typing at the machine and the constant flipping of pages as she checked over facts in her legal books. She rubbed her back, turning and stretching again. Speaking of working her ass off... She ran her hand down over her buttocks, giving a brief smile. She hadn't had time for her regular workouts lately. She'd always managed to make time for that while in college, no matter how busy she was. Still, her ass, though she hadn't worked it off, didn't seem to have expanded any from lack of attention. She was still slim and trim, perhaps too slim, for she'd missed more than a few meals as well as workouts. She poured herself a coffee and padded back into her office, her socks making no noise on the thick carpet. She put the mug down on her desk and ran a hand across her stomach. It was still firm and trim, though that wouldn't last if she didn't star her workouts again. She sat down, yawning and stretching again, arching her back. Her breasts pushed out hard against the fabric of her silk shirt. God, she felt tired. She got up and closed the office door, then sat down again, unbuttoning the first three buttons of her blouse. This was a conservative and sexist outfit, so it didn't do well for a girl who wanted t make partner to emphasize her breasts, not unless she wanted to screw one of the partners. Sharon wore jackets almost all the time, and tighter than normal shirts to pull her breasts in. It wasn't that she was huge, but her thirty 36Cs were more than ample for her slender frame, so she did her best to tone them down. Men didn't take busty women seriously, not the men here at any rate. She felt much more comfortable with the shirt unbuttoned. She leaned forward and got back to work. Another hour passed and her eyes got too tired to focus. With just a little work left to do she decided to take a brief rest. She lay her head back against her executive chair again and closed her eyes. She woke with a start, blinking her eyes rapidly. Feeling a little dizzy she pulled her head forward and held it in her hands for a moment, then looked at her watch again. It was two in the morning. "Shit," she said. She had a meeting at seven. She briefly considered sleeping here for a few hours, then rejected it. While her white pants and navy blue double breasted jacket made her look nice, wearing the same outfit two days running would give rise to rumors that she'd spent the night at somebody's house. Cursing angrily she got to her feet, doing up her blouse as she slid her feet into her shoes. She pulled her suit jacket off the back of the chair and shrugged it on. She gathered up some papers she might have time to glance over at street lights or something, then hurried out the door. Right away she felt the stuffy atmosphere. The air- conditioning must have been turned off hours ago. The rest of the floor was empty, of course. The whole building was probably empty. She took the elevator down to the garage, yawning and shaking her head to keep awake. The doors opened and she went out into the garage. Normally very brightly lit, there were only a few lights scattered around the empty, cavernous garage. Her's was not the only car there, though she was willing to bet the rest of them were parked for the night, their owners long gone. She strode quickly towards her waiting Mercedes, then bent and tried to fit the key into the lock. She cursed and set her briefcase down, then bent over and tried to focus her tired eyes on the keyhole. She heard a noise and started to straighten. Suddenly an arm slid around her throat and she was crushed back against another body. She tried to scream but her throat was crushed in the tight grip and no air would come out. She squirmed and thrashed desperately, trying to escape whoever had her. She kicked and tried to reach back to claw at them, but was flung hard into the side of her car. The body behind slammed into her, crushing her against the car as the arm tightened still further around her throat. She felt dizzy, her head faint. A sharp knife was suddenly pressed against her cheek under her eye. She froze in terror, not moving even when the arm loosened and she was able to breath. "Don't move, bitch," the voice hissed, low and evil sounding. "You give me any trouble and I'll carve up your face so bad you'll only be able to work in the circus. You understand?" She swallowed, or tried to. Her mouth was desert dry. She felt her hair grabbed tightly and her head shaken like a rat. "Understand, whore?" "Ye...yes!" she gasped. The hand stayed in her hair as the knife slid across her face, caressing her with it's cold steel. Sharon didn't dare move as it slid down along her throat, then down along her chest and finally went around behind her. She was pulled away from the door of her car, shuffling with difficulty as the man continued to keep her pulled tightly against his body. They moved down towards the trunk and then he shoved her forward hard. She flung her hands up just in time to prevent her face from smashing into the trunk as she was forced across the car, her knees hitting the side with a dull thump. "You move and I'll cut you," the voice warned again. "I don't want you to move one fucking inch unless I tell you to. Understand?" The knife blade slid under her hair combing it back on the right. "Yes! I understand!" she moaned. Then she gasped as she felt a hand between her legs, squeezing her pussy, kneading the flesh through her thin white pants. "I want your money and valuables," he hissed in a cold voice. "In... in my jacket pocket," she whispered, "Right side." The hand left her groin and slid into her pocket, emerging with her wallet. Her face was pressed against the trunk and she kept it there, afraid to move. The wallet was tossed onto the trunk beside her, bouncing off. "So, Sharon, honey, this all the money you got?" "It's all I have on me," she gasped. "Let me see your right hand." She started to straighten and his hand shoved down hard on her back, slamming her back into the hood of the trunk. "I didn't tell you to get up you dumb cunt!" he snarled. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" She put her right hand back and he unfastened her Rolex, taking it off. "Nice," he said. Then his hand squeezed her crotch again. "This is nice too," he sneered. He bent over her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck but was too frightened to turn around. "You know, they say that women sit on their most valuable asset," he hissed in a hateful voice. She closed her eyes and shuddered, painfully aware of how exposed she was, bent over like this with her legs apart. His foot shoved them even further, and his hand rubbed at her crotch. Then she felt what could only be the knife blade sliding up and down the seam of her pants between her buttocks. With a deft movement, the man sliced through the seam and cut upwards several inches, not touching her body. Then his fingers gripped slid into the hole and ripped it wide open, exposing her panties. "Please," she whimpered. "Shut up, whore," he hissed. He gripped the crotch of her panties and then slid his finger under them, rubbing her pussy. She moaned weakly, stiff with fear. The knife slid in under the crotch. She felt the cold steel of it against her cunt. She thought he was going to cut her panties, but then the knife went away and he slid his fingers again. He gripped the crotch and yanked it back, ripping her underwear right off. He tore her pants further open, exposing her entire ass and the soft furry brown mound beneath it. "Now that's worth a lot of money," he sniggered, his hand rubbing at her cunt again. "I could get a fortune if I sold this." She blushed furiously, mortified to have a strange man viewing her like this. The knife was back. It was gliding across her buttocks, the flat of knife cold on her warm skin. He slid it round and round her buttocks, then down between her legs, again rubbing the cold flat back and forth over her pussy lips. He took it away, and then it was next to her face. It wasn't a normal knife she saw, for it was very long, and had the look of some sort of military weapon. "I wonder if your cunt can hold this? You think it can, baby? Think I can sheath this inside you?" He took it away and she felt the point edging into her cunt. She shivered and he snickered. "Better hold still, honey, or I'll cut your cunt open so big an elephant could fuck you without touching the sides." The cold steel dipped into her cunt again, sliding easily between her cunt lips. She fought to keep herself still as the cold made her lips tingle. "Don't," she gasped. "Don't!" "No? Maybe you'd like something else in there instead?" "Yes. Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me with your cock!" "Why you dirty little slut," he sniffed, sounding offended. "You want me to stick my nice clean cock up your dirty little pussy?" "Yes! Please put it in me!" Anything but the knife. "You want it, whore?" "Yes!' she gulped. "You want it up your dirty cunt pipe?" "Yes! Please. Fuck my dirty cunt pipe!" She bit her lip to hold back tears of nausea at having to degrade herself further, at having to say the filthy vile words, but she was too terrified to do anything else. "I don't think so. I think your cunt is too dirty for my nice clean cock. Maybe you'd like it up the ass instead." She closed her eyes in resignation and misery. "Is that it, whore? Would you like one up the asshole?" "Yes," she gulped. "Whatever you want. Just don't hurt me." "Hurt you? Why would I want to hurt a nice piece of ass like you?" She felt his fingers prying at her pussy and she gasped in pain as they thrust into her, wriggling and jerking from side to side like he was forcing them into a too tight glove. They pushed into her to the knuckles and wiggled around in her tight tube. "Nice and hot in there," he sighed. She felt pressure against her anus then, hard pressure as another finger probed at the entrance, then thrust into her. She groaned in pain for it was very thick and she realized it must be his thumb. His other hand was resting on the back of her head as he shoved his thumb up her ass top the knuckle. He squeezed the fingers and thumb together, snickering in amusement as he used them to grip her tightly and pull her ass up and down, back and forth and from side to side. "Beg for it, baby," he said, laughing at her. "Please fuck me," she sobbed. "Fuck my ass! Fuck me in the cunt! I don't care!" "Maybe I'll do both." Her chest was heaving, the adrenalin rushing through her overheated body. She was still in terror, her nerves on edge, waiting. His fingers moved her ass around, making it grind around in lewd, obscene movements as he stood there and snickered at her. They pulled out, and both his hands were on her thighs, pulling them wide, holding them tight. She felt something touching her pussy and realized it was his tongue. Her eyes opened wide in shock and then she groaned and let them close again. His tongue slid up and down her pussy mound, stroking back and forth along the slit. His fingers pried the soft elastic tissue aside to reveal her pink inner flesh, gleaming and warm. His tongue slid up and down it, pressing hard, dipping inside her. He pulled her pussy lips wide and his tongue fucked her pussy hold, dipping in and out, in and out, swirling around and twisting inside her cunt entrance. It slid down onto her clitty and his lips closed around it as he began to suck. Sharon was astonished and then bewildered. How insane this was, she thought. It was impossible to believe that she was actually bent over her car in the garage with the seat of her pants torn open and a man eating her out. It's a dream, she thought. it must be a dream. I'm still back in my office asleep at my desk. Soon I'll wake up and realize that working out and food aren't the only things I've been doing without. It's been months since I've had a good fuck and my body is telling me to get with it. She dug her fingernails into her palm, hoping that would wake her up, but it didn't. She was still here, and could feel her pussy lips being pulled open so the man's tongue and lips could get at her better. Her cunt was dripping wet with saliva as his tongue slurped and sucked on her. He seemed to be in no hurry whatsoever, and minute after minute went by as he continued to gnaw and slurp and lick at her cunt. Sharon was astounded. Surely he was crazy, she thought. Yet still he knelt, the sounds of his wet slurping and licking loud in the empty garage. I don't believe this, she groaned to herself. It has to be a dream, a dirty, erotic dream. Erotic? This wasn't erotic at all. This was horrifying. She thought about what her friends would say if she told them she'd been accosted in the garage, bent over her car and eaten out. "Send him to me next," was probably what they'd say. Her fear began to subside as the minutes ticked away. She didn't think she was in immediate danger of being killed by this crazy bastard. She wished she dared turn around but wasn't willing to risk it. All she could do was feel what his tongue was doing. His technique was excellent, she admitted to herself. His tongue was long too, and the way his lips sucked on her clitty was sending hot flashes through her loins even now. That realization made her eyes jerk open again. Surely she wasn't enjoying this! She'd like to kill the rotten fucking bastard! She hated his miserable, stinking, filthy rotten guts and would gladly blow them out if she only had a gun! But it did... it did feel good, dammit! His nose was grinding over her clitty as his tongue drove deep into her hole. His hands had moved upwards off her thighs and were stroking and squeezing her naked ass flesh, kneading it like soft dough. I must be insane, she thought. I'm being raped and I'm liking it! But it had been months since she'd had time for a good fucking, more than a week since she'd even found time to masturbate, and she was exhausted from too many long hard days and too little sleep. Her resistance was at a low point, and his tongue felt soooooo good. She felt her muscles slowly relaxing all over her body, felt the wire-taut tension in her muscles ease as a warm bubbling fire burned away at her pussy. She groaned as he thrust his fingers back inside her and pumped them slowly in and out, his tongue wriggling against her clitty. She realized suddenly that her ass was grinding around in circles again, only now it wasn't him that was doing it, she was doing it on her own. She groaned aloud then and then gasped as he thrust a third finger inside her and drove them deep. "Want it baby?" "Ooohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "You want a fuck?" She didn't answer, gasping and swallowing repeatedly. He thrust his fingers in hard and she grunted, her body jerking against the car. He pulled his fingers back half way out and continued to lick her clitty. She shoved her ass back, impaling herself on his fingers, mortified at her behaviour as she heard him chuckle in amusement. "Hot little lawyer slut needs some meat, does she? Beg for it and it's yours, honey. Beg for it, Sharon." "Fu...fu...fuck me," she whispered. "I didn't hear you, Sharon honey." "Fuck.... fuck me," she said, slightly louder. "Beg for it." "Please," she whimpered. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Her voice rose and her body shuddered as she begged. "You got it, whore." Her words seared her but she groaned in anxious anticipation as he stood up and took his fingers out of her slit. She heard his zipper, then felt his erection against her pussy. She spread her legs a little more as he rubbed it up and down on her slit. He sniggered again and once more she quivered in humiliation. Then his cock pushed against her hole. Her pussy was wet with more than saliva now and he thrust it in to the hilt with one stroke. Sharon cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as she came. The man pumped furiously, his hips slamming into her buttocks, knocking her into the side of the car. His cock pounded up and down her tight hole, skewering her with it's savage violent strokes. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me! Oh! Oh! Oh!" "Whore!" he snarled, driving his meat up into her belly. He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off the trunk. His hands slid around in front of her and gripped her blouse, ripping it open with a loud tearing sound. He tore apart her bra, his hands like the claws of a lion as he dug into her flesh. She cried out again, her mind staggered by the violent sexual hurricane roaring through her body. Her hands pressed down on the trunk as she arched her back. She shoved her chest into his hands, grunting with delight as he mashed and squeezed them. His nails dug into her sensitive mammaries as he twisted them around in brutal lust. She humped back against his pistoning cock, heedless of the pain as his hard, knobby cockhead crushed up against her cervix repeatedly. Her head jerked up and down, up and down, like a spirited filly, and the man growled like a maddened beast as he rode her. She was nearly maniacal with sexual abandon, and then suddenly she stiffened, air gurgling out of her gaping mouth as she came with a cataclysmic release of high tension orgiastic pleasure. Her cunt flared like a rocket, clutching and spasming around his cock and he howled in glee as he stuffed it up her to the balls and his juice exploded out the tip. Sharon's body arched back again and again, as she drove her cunt back onto his tool. Hot sperm gushed up into her belly, flooding her womb with its bubbling white seeds. She gave a mindless groan and fell forward onto the trunk, totally spent and nearly senseless from the force of her monumental orgasm. He paused, panting for breath, the last of his juice draining out into her guts, then he withdrew. When she finally had the strength she rose and looked around, but the garage was empty. She staggered back to the door of her car and after fumbling for an endless time got it open and all but fell into the driver's seat. Her bare ass felt cold against the leather and she felt his juices drooling out between her hot cunt lips. She sat there for a moment, then closed her jacket to cover her naked exposed breasts, closed the door of the car, started the engine, and drove home.