Cowgirl Surprise (Chap1)
This is the first chapter.
"Hello" I say to the mirror for the fifth time, "My name is David Long, pleasure to meet you". I hold out my hand to shake the invisible person's hand. I think I am ready, good enough.
After 3 tries I am satisfied my tie is looking good. This new shirt is crisp and so white. Looks great with my new blazer, and the pants have sharp pleats, also new. I want to look my best for this interview.
Hair looks good, teeth clean, I have memorized all the common interview questions and answers. The rest I can wing. I have a lot of skills, perfect for this position, and they called me in, so my foot is definitely in the door.
I park in the underground parking area and pay the fee, then walk down the block to the office. I stop at the door and look up at the building. Cannot see the top, it is massive.
In the door the lobby is full of people. Several of them turn to look at me as I enter, and I know it is more than just this new suit. I have an athletes body and have been swimming most of my life.
I smile at them, and they all turn to go about their business. I head over to reception.
They have me sit for a few minutes, then ask me to go up to the 14th floor, and speak with Pam. They hand me a day pass and lanier and I put it around my neck.
"You will need to swipe the card in the elevator to push the 14th floor button". OK.
Up I go, to my future.
The elevator door opens and the place is hopping, lots of cubicles and I see the tops of many heads, and people walking around. Lots of chatter.
A lady is walking toward me, she has an armful of papers and looks hot and sweaty. I see right away she is overweight, and not my type. She scowls at me.
"Hello" I say, "Are you Pam?"
Just then another lady rounds the corner wearing a beige coloured blazer and black pants.
"I'm sorry to be late" she says, "Hi I'm Pam"
The other lady is just staring at me, not speaking. I get a strange vibe from her, but say nothing. As I start to walk toward Pam, she puts out her foot and partially trips me, but I recover before falling on my face.
"Why did you do that?" I ask her
"Do what? I didn't do anything, you just tripped"
Pam grabs my arm and drags me away. "Sorry about that, she is a temporary worker here and has some issues, please ignore her."
The interview goes well and I get the job. I can start on Monday. Fantastic.
On my way out, I see that other lady again, she is standing near the coat rack in the corner and turns to stare at me. There is no expression on her face and she doesn't try to be friendly or say anything.
I take the elevator down and go to reception to hand in the temporary card. I will get my permanent card on Monday.
As I am standing there, I see that lady again, she looks at me for a moment, then heads out the front door. "Phew" I think, she is majorly creepy"
Outside the sun is shining. I look both ways, but no sign of her, so I head to the car.
The underground parking area is dark. I have to take the stairs down to second level. I see my car there and blip it with my key button to open it. As I round the front of the car to open the door, that lady steps out from behind.
"Oh Hi again" I say, trying to smile while my heart is beating a million miles a second. I have this need to run, but I cannot imagine a threat from her so I stand my ground.
I don't see what she has in her hand until it is too late. She jams the taser into my gut and zaps me hard and long until I fall over unconscious.
When I wake up, I am lying in the backseat of a car. My hands are tied behind my back, and my feet are tied to something on the floor. I sit up and realize this is my car. I have a pounding headache. We are driving someplace, and that lady is behind the wheel.
I try to speak but my mouth is taped shut.
She looks at me in the rearview mirror and I see she is smiling.
I struggle with the restraints, but it is some kind of thick tie wrap and not breakable. "What the fuck" I think. "What do I do now? Get your head together.. you're alive, in you're own car, with some lady taking you someplace. Is there something sharp to scrape this strap on to damage it, maybe break out of it?"
Nothing seems to be here. I can feel the back of the seat, but cannot reach anything. That spot on my stomach where she zapped me hurts, and my wrists are sore. I cannot free my legs either, they must be strapped to the bottom of the front seat.
We drive a long way, through some forest, I have no idea where we are, then we turn up a dirt path that is all covered in grass, like rarely ever used. Up we go, around some hairpin turns, over lots of bumps. My car is not made for this. Where the fuck is she taking me?
Then I see the cabin at the end and she parks close to the door, right on the grass. The cabin has a covered porch with a chair and a table out front. There is a screen door, and two windows, and a chimney. I can't see anything else.
She turns off the car engine and I see her grab something off the passenger seat, then she gets out of the car and moves over to my door and opens it.
"Sorry" she says, "Just one more time"
And then she hits me with the taser again, this time on my side and holds it there until I pass out.
When I wake up, I am in a bed, on my back, something jammed in my mouth and taped there. My arms are above my head tied to thick posts, and my legs are also tied to posts. I realize I am naked.
I look over and can see my clothes on a chair, it looks like she cut them off, the fucking bitch. Brand new too.. Damnit.
I try to free my arms, but it is hopeless, the best I can do is move the bed slightly but it is a lot of effort, and unfortunately it also alerted her I was awake because here she comes.
Now she is really smiling.
She sits down beside me and puts her hand on my chest, running her fingers through my hair, and her hand lands on my nipple and she squeezes it, rolling it between fingers.
"I like you" she says, "I want to have your baby"
Fuck.. What? No fucking way would I give this lady a kid, its not going to happen.
"You're in luck, I am ovulating now, so it shouldn't take long, maybe just a few weeks" she says, "but sometimes it can take a few months or longer too"
Weeks? Months? I have to go to work on Monday, What the fuck is this? She must be mad, or maybe joking?
She stands up and starts to undress, taking off her blue sweater and unhooking her bra. She has very large breasts, I don't know sizes but DD maybe or something. I guess she is mid 30's in age.. Cripes, I am only 22.
Her skirt falls to the floor, then she pulls off her nylons, and finally her panties that look huge to me. She has celulite on her legs, and a big stomach, and her breasts are sagging way down. Her pussy is a mass of hair, never been tended to.
She sits beside me and feels my abdominal muscles, running her fingers along the definition, then her hand moves down to my cock, and despite the horror of the situation, I start to get hard.
It's the smell of her I realize, she is sweaty, lots of body odor, and her warm hand.
Damnit, I knew I should have jerked a few times before that interview, but wanted to be sharp for it, and testosterone makes me sharp.
She has my cock and is stroking it expertly. I try to think of something nasty to loose the feeling but my body is having none of that.
Now I am rock hard.
She squeezes my balls, then a little harder, and a bit harder until I am wincing in reaction, then she climbs on top, straddling me, and she lowers herself down onto my cock. I feel my cock slide into her wet pussy and damn she is so warm and wet. She starts to move up and down.
I turn my head, trying not to look at her as she attempts to steal my fluids, and I can do nothing to stop it. I keep trying to think bad thoughts, but it feels too good, and after a few minutes she reaches back and squeezes my balls hard and I start to cum. It feels like the best sex I have ever had, and I cum a gallon inside her.
She stops moving, waiting for me to finish, and then rolls over onto the bed beside me, spins around and puts her thick legs up on the headboard. She drags a pillow underneath her bum, and skootches up a bit more so her pussy is up in the air.
It is an odd position for a heavy lady, but then she opens her legs and starts to masturbate. She is rubbing her clit, and moving her hips, and I try to ignore it, but damn, my cock starts to get hard again as she cums hard, her legs trembling and her mouth open wide.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me.
Her hand reaches over and grabs my cock, which is already hard, but she makes it harder.
She rubs it with her hand, just enough to keep me hard, but not allow me to cum, while she lays in that position about 15 minutes.
Here she comes again, climbing on top of me, and I feel my cock slide into her. My own cum as lube mixed with her juices and she starts riding again.
It takes me 10 minutes to cum the second time.
And 18 the third, and I am done. All my cum is expended inside her, and my cock-head is red from friction and expansion.
She tries to get a fourth, but I can only get semi-hard, I feel tired, I can barely keep my eyes open, so finally she pulls a cover over the two of us and drifts off to sleep.
The smell of her pussy, her sweat, my cum is filling the room. The bed cover smells clean though, like freshly laundered. She must have a machine here.
I try the restraints again, but it's hopeless. I am a rape slave, with no hope of escape. Would anyone know I was here? What will happen on Monday when I do not show up for work? They will probably all think I got a job someplace else and forget about me. And my rapist? I guess she doesn't need the money.
In the middle of the night the bed cover moves and I realize I was sleeping, but now my cock is hard and she is moving into position.
"Hello" I say to the mirror for the fifth time, "My name is David Long, pleasure to meet you". I hold out my hand to shake the invisible person's hand. I think I am ready, good enough.
After 3 tries I am satisfied my tie is looking good. This new shirt is crisp and so white. Looks great with my new blazer, and the pants have sharp pleats, also new. I want to look my best for this interview.
Hair looks good, teeth clean, I have memorized all the common interview questions and answers. The rest I can wing. I have a lot of skills, perfect for this position, and they called me in, so my foot is definitely in the door.
I park in the underground parking area and pay the fee, then walk down the block to the office. I stop at the door and look up at the building. Cannot see the top, it is massive.
In the door the lobby is full of people. Several of them turn to look at me as I enter, and I know it is more than just this new suit. I have an athletes body and have been swimming most of my life.
I smile at them, and they all turn to go about their business. I head over to reception.
They have me sit for a few minutes, then ask me to go up to the 14th floor, and speak with Pam. They hand me a day pass and lanier and I put it around my neck.
"You will need to swipe the card in the elevator to push the 14th floor button". OK.
Up I go, to my future.
The elevator door opens and the place is hopping, lots of cubicles and I see the tops of many heads, and people walking around. Lots of chatter.
A lady is walking toward me, she has an armful of papers and looks hot and sweaty. I see right away she is overweight, and not my type. She scowls at me.
"Hello" I say, "Are you Pam?"
Just then another lady rounds the corner wearing a beige coloured blazer and black pants.
"I'm sorry to be late" she says, "Hi I'm Pam"
The other lady is just staring at me, not speaking. I get a strange vibe from her, but say nothing. As I start to walk toward Pam, she puts out her foot and partially trips me, but I recover before falling on my face.
"Why did you do that?" I ask her
"Do what? I didn't do anything, you just tripped"
Pam grabs my arm and drags me away. "Sorry about that, she is a temporary worker here and has some issues, please ignore her."
The interview goes well and I get the job. I can start on Monday. Fantastic.
On my way out, I see that other lady again, she is standing near the coat rack in the corner and turns to stare at me. There is no expression on her face and she doesn't try to be friendly or say anything.
I take the elevator down and go to reception to hand in the temporary card. I will get my permanent card on Monday.
As I am standing there, I see that lady again, she looks at me for a moment, then heads out the front door. "Phew" I think, she is majorly creepy"
Outside the sun is shining. I look both ways, but no sign of her, so I head to the car.
The underground parking area is dark. I have to take the stairs down to second level. I see my car there and blip it with my key button to open it. As I round the front of the car to open the door, that lady steps out from behind.
"Oh Hi again" I say, trying to smile while my heart is beating a million miles a second. I have this need to run, but I cannot imagine a threat from her so I stand my ground.
I don't see what she has in her hand until it is too late. She jams the taser into my gut and zaps me hard and long until I fall over unconscious.
When I wake up, I am lying in the backseat of a car. My hands are tied behind my back, and my feet are tied to something on the floor. I sit up and realize this is my car. I have a pounding headache. We are driving someplace, and that lady is behind the wheel.
I try to speak but my mouth is taped shut.
She looks at me in the rearview mirror and I see she is smiling.
I struggle with the restraints, but it is some kind of thick tie wrap and not breakable. "What the fuck" I think. "What do I do now? Get your head together.. you're alive, in you're own car, with some lady taking you someplace. Is there something sharp to scrape this strap on to damage it, maybe break out of it?"
Nothing seems to be here. I can feel the back of the seat, but cannot reach anything. That spot on my stomach where she zapped me hurts, and my wrists are sore. I cannot free my legs either, they must be strapped to the bottom of the front seat.
We drive a long way, through some forest, I have no idea where we are, then we turn up a dirt path that is all covered in grass, like rarely ever used. Up we go, around some hairpin turns, over lots of bumps. My car is not made for this. Where the fuck is she taking me?
Then I see the cabin at the end and she parks close to the door, right on the grass. The cabin has a covered porch with a chair and a table out front. There is a screen door, and two windows, and a chimney. I can't see anything else.
She turns off the car engine and I see her grab something off the passenger seat, then she gets out of the car and moves over to my door and opens it.
"Sorry" she says, "Just one more time"
And then she hits me with the taser again, this time on my side and holds it there until I pass out.
When I wake up, I am in a bed, on my back, something jammed in my mouth and taped there. My arms are above my head tied to thick posts, and my legs are also tied to posts. I realize I am naked.
I look over and can see my clothes on a chair, it looks like she cut them off, the fucking bitch. Brand new too.. Damnit.
I try to free my arms, but it is hopeless, the best I can do is move the bed slightly but it is a lot of effort, and unfortunately it also alerted her I was awake because here she comes.
Now she is really smiling.
She sits down beside me and puts her hand on my chest, running her fingers through my hair, and her hand lands on my nipple and she squeezes it, rolling it between fingers.
"I like you" she says, "I want to have your baby"
Fuck.. What? No fucking way would I give this lady a kid, its not going to happen.
"You're in luck, I am ovulating now, so it shouldn't take long, maybe just a few weeks" she says, "but sometimes it can take a few months or longer too"
Weeks? Months? I have to go to work on Monday, What the fuck is this? She must be mad, or maybe joking?
She stands up and starts to undress, taking off her blue sweater and unhooking her bra. She has very large breasts, I don't know sizes but DD maybe or something. I guess she is mid 30's in age.. Cripes, I am only 22.
Her skirt falls to the floor, then she pulls off her nylons, and finally her panties that look huge to me. She has celulite on her legs, and a big stomach, and her breasts are sagging way down. Her pussy is a mass of hair, never been tended to.
She sits beside me and feels my abdominal muscles, running her fingers along the definition, then her hand moves down to my cock, and despite the horror of the situation, I start to get hard.
It's the smell of her I realize, she is sweaty, lots of body odor, and her warm hand.
Damnit, I knew I should have jerked a few times before that interview, but wanted to be sharp for it, and testosterone makes me sharp.
She has my cock and is stroking it expertly. I try to think of something nasty to loose the feeling but my body is having none of that.
Now I am rock hard.
She squeezes my balls, then a little harder, and a bit harder until I am wincing in reaction, then she climbs on top, straddling me, and she lowers herself down onto my cock. I feel my cock slide into her wet pussy and damn she is so warm and wet. She starts to move up and down.
I turn my head, trying not to look at her as she attempts to steal my fluids, and I can do nothing to stop it. I keep trying to think bad thoughts, but it feels too good, and after a few minutes she reaches back and squeezes my balls hard and I start to cum. It feels like the best sex I have ever had, and I cum a gallon inside her.
She stops moving, waiting for me to finish, and then rolls over onto the bed beside me, spins around and puts her thick legs up on the headboard. She drags a pillow underneath her bum, and skootches up a bit more so her pussy is up in the air.
It is an odd position for a heavy lady, but then she opens her legs and starts to masturbate. She is rubbing her clit, and moving her hips, and I try to ignore it, but damn, my cock starts to get hard again as she cums hard, her legs trembling and her mouth open wide.
She opens her eyes and smiles at me.
Her hand reaches over and grabs my cock, which is already hard, but she makes it harder.
She rubs it with her hand, just enough to keep me hard, but not allow me to cum, while she lays in that position about 15 minutes.
Here she comes again, climbing on top of me, and I feel my cock slide into her. My own cum as lube mixed with her juices and she starts riding again.
It takes me 10 minutes to cum the second time.
And 18 the third, and I am done. All my cum is expended inside her, and my cock-head is red from friction and expansion.
She tries to get a fourth, but I can only get semi-hard, I feel tired, I can barely keep my eyes open, so finally she pulls a cover over the two of us and drifts off to sleep.
The smell of her pussy, her sweat, my cum is filling the room. The bed cover smells clean though, like freshly laundered. She must have a machine here.
I try the restraints again, but it's hopeless. I am a rape slave, with no hope of escape. Would anyone know I was here? What will happen on Monday when I do not show up for work? They will probably all think I got a job someplace else and forget about me. And my rapist? I guess she doesn't need the money.
In the middle of the night the bed cover moves and I realize I was sleeping, but now my cock is hard and she is moving into position.
