Sasha's Extremely Rough Day

Sasha swiped her beautiful red hair behind her ear as she sat at the bus stop exhausted and thinking about her day at work. Her day of hell had started around 7am instead of the normal 6. How the hell had Jim let her forget to set the alarm? Why hadn't he set it?

She rationalized that they were both just extremely tired because of the hours they had been putting in at their respective offices. At least when she spoke to him around lunch, that's what they came up with. So, here she was, tired and frustrated because nothing seemed to be going her way today. Aside from getting to work late, she spilled coffee on her boss, opened a door into one of the executives, and accidentally deleted an important appointment from her boss' calendar. How could this day get any worse?

Oh well she figured, once they got home and got settled in, after dinner, they could take a shower and maybe if she was lucky get some quality time between the sheets. As she thought of this, she couldn't help but to think about Jim's cock. She pictured his beautiful almost six inches, completely hard with all the veins and the mushroom head totally blood engorged. She wiped the corner of her mouth as she realized that she was actually starting to drool a little.

To her, Jim's dick was perfect. She couldn't figure out for the life of her how a woman could ask for more. She listened to some of the other girls in the secretary pool as they talked about their dates with guys and how upset they were when a guy didn't have eight inches or more. Those bitches must have fucked everything in the neighborhood and then some growing up she thought.

Oh well, that's their problem as she rose off the bench to get on her bus. She stepped onto the bus and even in what she thought was her worn down disheveled appearance, elicited smiles from quite a few of the guys and a few of the girls. How could she not? At 33 years old, 5' 5 ½" tall, 125 pounds, with a gorgeous natural 34D bust...she was used to being gawked at. Add to that her beautiful shoulder length red hair and the average person would have thought she was just another trophy wife.

Thirty-five minutes later, she stepped off the bus. Her stop was only five blocks away from her home and her thoughts drifted back to seeing her husband and spending some much needed together time with him. She pulled her cell phone out and text him to let him know that she was on her way home.

While she was texting, she failed to notice the strange car that was sitting at the corner for just a little too long. Vance watched her as she put her phone away. He couldn't help but lick his lips looking at her in her calf length, ass hugging, cream colored A-line skirt that showed every single curve, a pink form fitting cowl neck sweater being stretched by her massive breast, and matching 4 inch heels.

He couldn't believe how lucky Jim was to have this woman. But then again, she would soon be his... at least until he made her pay for what her damn husband had done to him. The more he pondered his situation the more determined he became to exact his revenge on her. Hell, Jim loved this woman more than life itself. It was no secret. Everyone at the office knew she was his world. Had he not found that simple accounting error and gone straight to the bosses instead of bringing it to Vance's attention so that he could fix it, then she would still be Jim's alone. But today... she would be his.

As she crossed the first intersection, he pulled out from the curb. He approached her slowly just watching the movement of her ass and the bounce of her hair. He slowed even more as she reached into her purse to retrieve her phone to check the text she received from her husband. As she put her phone away he made his move. He sped up to get beside her and rolled the window down.

"Hey Sasha! How's it going?" he asked as he kept changing his view from her to the road.

She leaned down to see who had called her name and she recognized him from a dinner she had attended with her husband and some of the other people from Jim's job.

"Hi there." she said, still trying to place his name.

She apologized and said "You know, I'm really good with faces but I'm not so great with names."

"Vance Stillman" he replied.

"Oh, yes. Hello, Vance. What are you doing on this side of town?"

"I have an appointment with a client that wants to go over some figures concerning a project they have coming up. You wouldn't happen to know where L'Adrienne's is located, would you."

"Oh, it's about couple of miles from here. Do you have a gps unit" she asked.

"Yeah, but I left it and the address on my desk back at the office and everyone has already gone home for the evening...Or at least no one is answering when I call. Hey, do you think you could show me how to get there and I'll drop you off at home after?"

"I don't know Vance. Jim is waiting on me at home."

"You would be a life saver if you did, Sasha. I'm already running late and I don't think my client charged his phone because when I try to call him, it goes straight to voice mail. I promise, just show me how to get there and I'll take you straight home. I'll even drop you at the end of the block so Jim doesn't see you with me to cause any problems. Straight there and back. I promise."

She considered it for a moment and thought what harm could there be. In fact, she would tell Jim herself just in case any of the neighborhood gossip queens saw her with Vance.

"Ok, Vance, but straight there and back. I don't want Jim worrying."

"Great!!! Sasha, you're the best!!"

He stopped the car and unlocked the door for her. He couldn't believe how smoothly that had gone. She fell for it all hook, line, and sinker. This was going to be good... at least for him.

Sasha took a good look at Vance when she got in the car. He was about 6' 2" tall, pretty ruggedly built, smooth brown complexion, bald head, and a nice smile. She figured he hit the gym a lot and took pretty good care of himself. She thought to herself that he was a very handsome man, but then mentally told herself how awful it was that she could even give thought to how attractive he was. She had been with Jim, and only Jim, since their eleventh grade year of high school. She thought about texting him to let him know what she was doing but then thought against it. She would just talk to him when she got home.

As they pulled off, the sound of the doors locking brought her back to reality. She smiled and told Vance to make the left at the next block. When he continued going straight, she figured maybe she told him a little too late. But when he bypassed the next turn, she got a little concerned.

"Vance what are you doing? L'Adrienne's is that way. You'll have to do a U-turn at the next intersection."

He just smiled at her and continued to drive. When it finally sank in that he wasn't listening to her, she started to panic.

"Vance, pull over and let me out, please."

Still no response from him.

"Vance! Please, pull over and let me out!" she said a little louder.

With still no reply from Vance she reached into her purse to get her phone. Just as she was pulling it out she felt this god awful pain on the side of her head. Then everything went dark.

Vance looked at her lying limp in the passenger seat. He removed his palm from the side of her head and smoothed her hair. He didn't want to hurt her, at least not like that, but he couldn't have her trying to cause any kinks in his plan and her trying to call anyone would do just that. To passersby, it appeared as though she were taking a leisurely nap. Thankfully he didn't cause any bleeding when he smashed her head into the b-pillar. He reached over and felt around in her purse for her phone. Once he had it, he rolled his window down and threw it straight down as he made his way through the intersection. That eliminated that problem.

After he'd ensured that his car wouldn't be visible from the street, Vance walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. She had been out for about fifteen minutes so he figured he would have to move pretty quickly. He gathered up her limp body in his arms and used his hip to close the car door. He clumsily made his way up the three steps to the back door of the abandoned house and made his way inside. Using his foot to close the door, he made his way to the back bedroom. Once there, he laid her down on the tattered mattress and started his plan.

It was at that moment he was glad he had set everything up ahead of time. He turned the cameras on and checked their angles.

He looked at her lying there and gave his cock a squeeze. She looked almost angelic. He admired her tits jutting out through her sweater and the form of her thighs and ass in that skirt. As sexy as the outfit was, it had to go. He started with the top as that had to go over her head. As he tugged it off of her he noticed the sexy white lace demi cut bra with pink lace struggling to hold her tits in. He couldn't wait to play with those tits. He reached down to her hips and unzipped the side zipper and started pulling that off. As he made his way down with the skirt he noticed the thong that matched the bra and the nude colored thigh highs. At least he didn't have to fight with any pantyhose he thought.

Vance stood up, loosened his tie and slid it over his head. He kicked his shoes off and that's when he heard her start to stir.

Sasha rubbed the knot on the side of head. It felt as though she had gone head to head with a mountain goat. God it was throbbing!! What the hell had happened? The last thing she remembered was being in the car with Vance and then getting ready to call Jim.

Wait a minute! Vance!!! What had he done? Where was he? For that matter, where was she? She looked around through squinting eyes as they were adjusting to light again.

"Hello beautiful. So glad you decided to rejoin us" he said to her.

She looked in the direction of the voice and focused in on him. Why was he standing over top of her? And why did it look like he was undressing? She felt a slight chill and when she went to cross her arms the haze lifted. Where were her clothes?

"Vance, what the hell is going on? Where are we?" she asked.

He just looked at her. He said nothing as he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. She finally noted how broad his shoulders really were when his shirt came off.

She couldn't believe this was happening. As she tried to stand, he delivered a powerful backhand across the right side of her face. The force of the blow knocked her back down onto the mattress. She grabbed the side of her now stinging and red face and looked at him in total disbelief.

"I advise you not to try that again. In fact, the only thing I would suggest you do is what I tell you to. Do you understand?" he said to her, completely emotionless.

Still holding her cheek in total shock, she nodded her understanding.

He continued undressing. He took off his wife-beater and revealed a six pack that confirmed her earlier thoughts. As he undid his belt he read the confusion on her face. He held his finger to his mouth to silence the question he knew she about to ask before she spoke. He undid the button and then the zipper to his slacks and let them drop to the floor.

She couldn't hold back any longer. As a tear crept its way from her eye, she asked in a ragged voice "Why are you doing this?"

"Because your husband fucked me over, that's why. Your husband cost me everything. I made one little error on one of my expense reports and he convinced my boss that I'm trying to embezzle from the company. All he had to do was bring it to my attention and I could have fixed it. A really simple matter and an honest mistake. But now, I'm unemployed and there's no way I can get a reference from the company. Eight years of my life down the drain! So since your wonderful Jim has taken my livelihood from me, I figure why not take what he treasures most in this world from him? YOU!!"

Sasha tried to wrap her head around what she was hearing. She was also trying to figure out a way to get away from this man. Trying not to telegraph her thoughts, she looked from him to the door.

"You can look at the door all you want, Sasha, but you're not getting out of here until I let you out. In fact, you can scream all you'd like, if you like, because no one will hear you. These homes have been vacant for a while now and set for demolition soon. This is the project my client or should I say former client and I would be talking about if I still had a job."

He moved closer to her and she tried to back away. She realized she was cornered when she felt the cold wall on her back. He reached down and grabbed the front of her bra. She started clawing at his hand trying to pry it off of her. He slapped her hard across her face causing her to let go of his hand. Her head hit the wall with a thud.

"I told you once, do only what I tell you to! Do not make me tell you again! GOT IT!" he yelled.

Her head dropped. She focused on the mattress instead of looking him straight in his eyes.

"Yes." she sobbed. "I got it."

"Look at me!" he said through clenched teeth. "Look at me!!

He grabbed her by the chin and lift her face roughly as he lowered his to her.

"Don't make this any worse than it already is, Sasha!" he spat at her.

He reached down and grabbed the front of her bra. He undid the front clasp and her breasts were freed. He pushed the straps back and down off her shoulders. He reached out and took hold of her tits pinching the nipples and rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers. His mouth started watering.

"Lay down" he said.

She looked at him, motionless.

"LAY DOWN!!" he repeated as he drew back preparing to deliver another crushing blow to her jaw.

Sasha dropped down to the mattress before he could provide any more painful motivation. He grabbed the sides of her panties and started snatching them down. There was no escape. There was nothing that could be done to stop this. She had no hope left whatsoever. She could no longer hold back her tears.

She tried her best to clamp her legs together as tightly as possible. He was just too strong. He pried them open and lowered his head between them.

He started licking the lips first. He ran his tongue along the sides and in the little crease between her lips and thighs. She tried to picture Jim but Vance's tongue brushed her clit.

"No! Vance, please, don't do this! PLEASE, STOP!!!"

He paid her pleas no attention and continued surveying her pussy with his mouth. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and pressed down on her stomach to not only feel her reactions to what he was doing but also to maintain control of her should she try to get away. He shoved his tongue between her lips and he felt her draw a breath. I'm on the right path he thought. He continued pressing his tongue between her lips and finally hit the entrance to her pussy. She gasped. Her crying had started to quiet down.

Sasha couldn't understand what was going on. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't control her reactions. Her body refused to allow her to ignore the feelings he was giving her. She tried to shut the world out, cut herself off from it. She even tried pushing his head away from her pussy. If she could just get his mouth off of her. The more he licked her pussy, the more she attempted to focus on something else. He had gotten into a pretty good rhythm and no matter how much she tried she wasn't strong enough. His grip was like a vice.

He realized that her body was giving in to his assault. Her juices were flowing over his tongue and into his mouth no matter how much she struggled. He kept his grip and moved one of his hands down slightly and pulling back the hood of her clit, uncovering it. He flattened his tongue against her cunt and ran it from the little piece of skin separating her ass and pussy slowly up to her now exposed clit. He slowly took it into his mouth and used the very tip of his tongue to tease it. That's when he heard what he was waiting for.

"Uhhhh."

It was weak but he heard it. He also felt her stomach tighten. He continued his clitoral assault and pushed his face into her a little more.

"Uhhhhhhhh. No! Vance, stop! Please...uhhhhh."

Her legs tightened around his head and he moaned around her clit sending vibrations through her to her core. She grabbed his head. Although she thought she was trying to push him away, she suddenly felt herself pushing herself into his mouth as hard as she could. How could this be happening?! She was actually about to cum and stronger than she had in quite some time.

"Ohmygod...Vance...Please, stop! Vance, ohmygod!!Please. PLEASE! PLEEEEAAASSSEEEE!!!

She rode the crushing wave out. Vance smiled to himself as he continued licking her. Sucking on her clit like there was no tomorrow. She bucked her hips into his mouth again, pressing herself to him, and pulling him to her.

As she lay there trying to recompose herself, Vance stood up. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and started pushing them down. Sasha felt an aftershock of her climax and then something in her mind registered a feeling of lightness. Vance had released his grip. She sat up and cowered backwards against the wall. She hung her head in shame.

"Why look so sad? Seems to me you not only enjoyed that...but you needed that." he said sarcastically.

She didn't reply. She couldn't. She had too many thoughts trying to run through her head at once. The main one being, why was her body betraying her? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts; she failed to notice Vance was now totally naked and had closed the gap between them. With her head still down, she noticed his feet directly in front of her. Vance instructed her to look up at him. He wanted to see her face, watch her reaction as he prepared himself to pounce on her should she try to run now. She snatched her head up looking him directly in the eyes through her tears. She refused to show him any type of defeat. She was strong she told herself. But after her body betrayed her so, Sasha started doubting her own strength and resolve.

They stayed that way for what seemed like forever to her staring each other down, until she couldn't help but to wipe the tears from her face. Her make-up was running and mascara was getting into her eyes, stinging them, making a bad situation even worse.

"Open your mouth" he said calmly.

"Vance please stop this. Please let me go." she pleaded.

"I said open your mouth Sasha. If I have to tell you again you just might be here when demolition on this dump gets started."

She turned her head away from. This did nothing but piss him off. He grabbed her by her face with his right hand and a fistful of her hair in his left...

"Sasha, get with the program. This shit is going to happen whether you like it or not. I have nothing to lose. Can you say the same?"

He released her face and grabbed his dick. She looked down from his cold eyes and saw his cock. She saw no visible veins and no enlarged cockhead. But what she did see was a cock that seemed to still be in phallic state but noticeably larger and thicker than Jim's cock at full erection. This revelation didn't make her nervous, it scared her shitless. If his dick isn't hard yet, how big is he when he does get hard?

As she opened her mouth to try and plead her case, he shoved his cock in her mouth. He tilted her head up slightly as he slouched to once again lock eyes with her.

"If you bite down, I guarantee you get removed from here in the rubble. We clear?"

She tried to breathe through her nose due to her mouth being so completely filled and mumbled her understanding around his dick sending vibrations all the way down to his balls.

"Good girl."