Dark Fantasies (closed for literary_goblin)

[hadruprider]

Disclaimer: Although I am writing the first posts, the idea for this SRP came from literary_goblin.

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"Good morning Carl!" said the busty young receptionist as he arrived for work on Monday morning.

He grinned back at her. "Good morning to you, beautiful," he replied, taking a quick glance at her cleavage before bounding up the stairs to his office.

Carl worked for a small-to-medium-sized publishing company that was quite successful. He enjoyed his work, though it was often challenging and time-consuming, and his career was progressing well. He worked on the business and finance side of things, arranging contracts with authors, marketing, publicity and distribution. Although he was only in his mid 30s, he now had a position of considerable responsibility and an office on the third floor of the building with a good view over the city.

He sat down and looked at his schedule for the day. At 10 he had a meeting with Lily to discuss a new author she had been signing up to the company. Her work involved reading the many unsolicited manuscripts and book proposals they received, writing a lot of polite rejection letters, and liaising with the authors they decided to take on. He liked her and they got on well. She was slim and pretty, though she didn't quite have the tits of the receptionist or the long legs of the elegant woman in the finance department (one of the things he liked about the job was that most of the people he worked with were women). They got on well and flirted a bit. He wasn't quite sure whether she fancied him or just played along. He was thinking about asking her out, but hadn't got round to it yet.

He dealt with the usual barrage of emails, which kept him busy until his meeting with Lily. He walked around the corner to her office and tapped on the door, pushing it open.

"Morning Lily! How was your weekend? What did you get up to?" he asked suggestively.

"I had a great weekend, thank you, and it's none of your business," she replied with a grin.

"Nice skirt!" he commented. By nice, he meant, of course, that it was short and tight. She pulled down on the hem, trying in vain to close the gap between her knees and the hem of the skirt. She scowled at him, but something in her eyes suggested that she rather liked this kind of attention.

"Now, this new author, I think she's got real potential," she said. She showed him some of the woman's writing, which to his eyes looked like fairly standard chick-lit material, but he knew that kind of thing sold well. Between them they drafted up a letter to the author setting out all the terms and conditions of the deal they would offer her.

Later in the day, back in his own office, Carl was sorting out some finances and wanted to include the details of the new contract, but Lily hadn't emailed it to him yet and he couldn't find the paper copy they had printed out. He must have left it in her office.

He went round to her office, knocked and pushed the partly open door. This time she wasn't there, but the document he was looking for was on her desk so he picked it up. He noticed her computer screen was still on, so she must have just gone out. Her browser was open at the web page of the new author, but there were some other tabs open. He glanced along them and one of them caught his eye. It said Literotica.

 

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Carl looked up towards the door to check if Lily or anyone else was coming. All was quiet, so he clicked on the tab. It seemed to be some kind of sex chat forum. It was open at a page called "Rape fantasies?", at a comment from someone with a handle bookwormgal that read as follows:

I'm so glad to hear that other people have these sorts of fantasies too! I thought it was just me. My rape fantasies are a bit different from yours. They involve a work colleague that I have a huge crush on. I fantasize about him drugging me on a date, then I wake up, semiconscious, with him thrusting into me, and I'm powerless to stop him. I fantasize about him breaking into my house in the middle of the night, creeping up to my bedroom. Or tying me up with my legs spread, teasing me and tormenting me, before forcing

And then it stopped. Carl felt his cock hardening at the thought. Could this really be Lily, fantasizing about being raped by him? Well, it might not be her. And even if it was, she could be talking about someone else.

He heard Lily's heels coming along the corridor, so he quickly clicked back to the other tab and grabbed the piece of paper he'd been looking for, holding it in front of him so she wouldn't notice his bulge.

"Oh, hello, sorry to sneak into your office, I needed this, I must have left it here earlier," he said awkwardly, and disappeared back to his own office.

He couldn't concentrate on his work for the rest of the day. The image of 'raping' Lily, while knowing that she really wanted it, kept coming up in his head. He kept thinking of new ways of doing it. What about in her office, bending her over her desk, holding her down with one hand while the other pulled up that little grey skirt...

When he got home that evening he found the Literotica site. What a confusing rabbit-warren of a website it was. But there was lots of hot stuff there. Eventually he found the rape fantasies thread, and started reading the comments. He quickly got erect, so he unzipped and released himself, stroking with one hand while scrolling through the comments with the other.

One woman fantasized about being taken to a warehouse, stripped, blindfolded, then fucked by a gang of men one after the other. Another wrote about being stopped by a policeman for speeding, saying that she would do anything to avoid getting a speeding ticket, so he handcuffs her and takes her on the back seat of the police car.

But it was the fantasy by bookwormgal that he really wanted to read. It was now finished.

Or tying me up with my legs spread, teasing me and tormenting me, before forcing me to come again and again, against my will, using fingers and tongue and a vibrator until I am sore and exhausted.

He's really good-looking, with wavy brown hair, big brown eyes and a slim build. I don't know if he really wants me. But he did make a remark about my skirt this morning.

That was it. There could be no doubt. Carl thought again about what it would feel like, pushing into her while she protested, knowing that he was really fulfilling her fantasy. He grabbed a tissue just in time and unloaded into it.

 

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Most days, Lily knew better than to log on to literotica at work. Not that the IT department kept track of her computer, exactly - one of the perks of being as popular and as good at her job as she was - but because she knew it would distract her from her work if she wasn't careful. Of course, if she was already so horny as to be distracted anyway, maybe a few minutes to serve as a quick tension release was a good idea.

So that was how Lily found herself at her desk, one quiet afternoon, typing up her rape fantasies in the office. She'd always felt herself slightly odd for having them in the first place. After all, what kind of woman wants to be raped? But when she stumbled across the post, started by another user, asking about fantasies of non-consent, she was shocked to find she wasn't alone. The thread was full of women who had fantasies about being taken against their will. She couldn't just abandon it, and she couldn't get it out of her head, so, after making sure she had everything else done, she jumped onto the thread and started typing up her own response.

It was cathartic, somehow, to put it all out on 'paper' like this. She'd written a little personal erotica, too, but she'd never admitted the full extent of her fantasies before - she'd never admitted that she wanted to be raped by someone in particular. Namely, her coworker Carl.

They got along famously, and she'd always felt like there was a certain sexual tension simmering under the surface between them. The thought of him acting on it - of him being 'unable to help himself' and simply taking her out of a overwhelming desire for her - was an aphrodisiac on top of her already arousing rape fetish. It helped, of course, that he was tall, slim and generally good-looking.

She had stopped typing to lose herself in the fantasy of Carl walking into her office, pushing her down onto the desk and fucking her roughly and while she was helpless to fight back. She could feel herself getting wetter, and imagined that he would tell her she was too much of a tease to resist, that she had made him snap by wearing that sexy, short little skirt into the office today...

"Miss Carpenter?" A voice from the door yanked Lily out of her reverie and she blushed.

"Oh. Um. Yes, Alex? What do you need?"

"I was hoping to get your thoughts on something... Would you mind sparing a few minutes?"

Taking a breath to calm herself, Lily smiled at the young woman. "Right! Of course." She stood, smoothing out her skirt, and followed Alex out the door.

She wasn't gone long, but she'd already gone back to her fantasies, even as she was walking back to her office. She paused in the bathroom to freshen up a bit and make sure she didn't look as frazzled as she felt. Her long red hair was clipped back into a spill of curls on the back of her head, with a few pieces left intentionally down to frame a freckled, slim face. Her green eyes were framed by thick dark eyelashes only touched up with the slightest amount of makeup - she honestly didn't need more than she wore. She replaced the lip gloss on Pouting pink lips, adjusted her 32C bra (she thought she was well endowed, even if she wasn't quite as enormous as the young lady at the front desk) and popped open the top button of her blouse to reveal a little cleavage, her mind wandering to what Carl might say if he saw. Hopefully something good.

And so she was thinking about him - again - when she walked back into her office and jumped when she saw him standing at her desk. He apologized for something, but she barely heard it. She hadnt left the literotica tab open on her screen, had she?! Offering him a quick smile and a mumbled "It's okay," she scurried to her desk as he left and checked.

Open, but hidden behind several other tabs. She blew out a breath. Thank God.

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Later that night, Lily was home, comfortable on her computer, reading over the rest of the responses on that thread. The more she read, the more comfortable in her kink she became. Sounds like this kind of desire was surprisingly normal. Maybe... maybe someone might want to read her writing.

She didn't write much herself, but as an editor at a big publishing house, she knew what good writing looked like. Her writing wasn't perfect by any stretch, but you didn't spend that much time with novels without learning a thing or two. She was certain she could write out something good.

Would anyone be interested in a story like this? I've had this idea floating in my head all day, inspired by that other thread about rape fantasies. In it, the work colleague I'm crushing on would walk into my office to find me playing with myself to the fantasies in that thread. He'd want to "teach me a lesson" for it, and would take me, then and there, in the office. Rough and dirty, he would talk to me about how much I must like being raped while he makes me cum, over and over, telling me I have to stay quiet and obedient on the threat of showing everyone in the office what my kinks are.

She read it over a second time, wondering if it was getting too close to home. Was it? Naw. There was no way Carl would find it, anyway. The Internet was too big to think he'd just stumble across something like this by chance.

 

[hadruprider]

Carl had always thought of Lily as cute, with her wavy red hair and pretty smile. She also had the kind of figure that attracted him sexually, with firm perky tits and a nice slender waist, almost the classic hourglass figure that seemed so uncommon these days.

But now, with the extra knowledge that she was really hot for him, that she fantasized about ‘non-consensual’ sex with him, and that she was so horny and sex-obsessed that she played around on that filthy literotica website, even during the day on her work computer, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What would her breasts look like, he wondered, when they came out of that little white bra she had given him a nice glimpse of the other day as she leant towards him over the desk with the top two buttons of her blouse undone, resulting in a momentary lapse in his concentration as his eyes sank into her cleavage? He imagined her nipples as small and pointy, stiffening in his palms. And did she have red hair - he often wondered about redheads - or was she shaved?

He went back to the literotica site and searched through all the comments under her handle bookwormgal, reading about all her desires and kinks. He started taking detailed notes. There was a lot of standard sex chat material about positions and vibrators, and she seemed to be into lesbian porn, which raised his eyebrows. There was some stuff about being tied up, being teased, being used, before the more specific confession on the rape fantasy thread about being raped by the ‘good-looking’ co-worker who had made a suggestive remark about her skirt. Then he got to her most recent comment, on another thread, in which she was thinking of writing a story about him catching her reading porn and masturbating in her office and forcing her to submit to his desires.

He had to have her, and soon. He thought about the conventional route. Ask her out to a nice restaurant, back to his place for a drink afterwards. Hmm. No. Nice, but boring. No, it had to be as she had described in her fantasies. But how exactly? And could he be sure that she really wanted it? Although she had written that she wanted it, was it all still just fantasy, not something she really desired to come true? Could he really go through with what would really, literally be rape? He wrestled with this for a while in his head then came up with a solution.

The opportunity to carry out his plan came sooner than he expected. One evening he was working late, and left his office around 7, long after everyone else had gone home. Or so he thought. As he passed Lily’s office he noticed a glint of light shining out under the door into the corridor. He stopped and stood quietly outside.

He heard a little sound, a kind of squeak. Then a few moments later, another little squeak. Then a steady, rhythmical sequence of sounds. "Ah… oh… mm… ah… oo…". He felt his heart thumping, and his cock started to swell and harden. Lily was playing with herself in her office, exactly as described in her fantasy story. He moved closer to the door and reached out to touch the handle, listen to her gasps that were gradually getting louder.

He threw open the door and quickly entered her office. It was a beautiful sight that he would never forget. She was slumped back in her office chair, her long red hair loose, flowing almost down to the floor. Her white blouse was open almost to the waist, and there was no sign of any bra. Her legs were up on the desk, with one foot either side of her computer screen. A pair of white panties lay discarded on the floor and that little grey skirt that he had admired was now bunched around her waist. Her right hand was on the computer mouse while her left one was working away between her legs. He had enjoyed watching this sort of scenario many times in porn videos of course, but seeing it in the flesh was at a completely different level.

"What are you doing, you disgusting little slut?" He asked as the door slammed shut behind him.

She jumped, shrieked, and quickly put her legs down on the floor. Her pretty little cheeks flushed as bright red as her hair. "I… I wasn’t… I was just…", she stammered.

"What do you think Mr Johnson would say if he knew that one of his employees was looking at porn on her office computer and masturbating?"

"No, please, don’t report me, please, Carl, please, I’ll do anything…"

"Anything, really?" Carl moved closer to her. "Bend over that desk. You’ve been a very naughty girl and I'm going to teach you a lesson," he said firmly.

"No," she said, but immediately did exactly what he’d asked, spreading herself out on the desk, her ass raised invitingly and her feet spaced quite far apart.

"Now, can I lend you a hand here?", he asked, putting his hands on the backs of her thighs and slowly sliding them upwards, lifting her skirt up. He stood between her legs, and kicked her feet further apart. "No, please don’t", she said, as his fingers stroked the inside of her thighs, but immediately betrayed her true feelings with a couple more gasps as his fingers reached her pussy lips, feeling a little soft, downy fur.

"No? You don’t want me to do this? Are you sure?" He asked, as she continued to protest. "I think you are enjoying it," to her further denials, as he gently massaged her labia. "What’s this dripping onto my fingers then?" He withdrew one hand while the other continued to cup and fondle her. "It looks like pussy juice. Smells like pussy juice." He licked his finger. "And it tastes like pussy juice. Delicious. Is there any more where that came from?"

Keeping her butt pressed firmly against the desk with one hand, he knelt between her thighs and looked up at her. Yes, she had neat little wisps of red hair, some now matted with her wetness. He leant in and ran his tongue along her slit, tasting and teasing her.

"Nooo!" she moaned, in a tone of voice normally used for "yeees", and she started to rock her hips back and forward slightly against his mouth. As he thought she was getting close, he pulled back from her.

"I’m going to fuck you now," he said, "Whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do about it." He quickly dropped his pants and shorts and lay down over her, grabbing her long red tresses in his hand and turning her head sideways. Putting his lips to her ear, he whispered, "If you really don’t want it, our safe word will be bookworm."

He pushed her soft thighs apart with his strong legs, and put one hand down on the small of her back while the other guided the head of his thick, hard cock up between her wet, swollen pussy lips.

"You want me to fuck you, don’t you?"

"Nooooooooooo!"