Maribelle's Worst Day

The alarm on her phone went off again. Maribelle dashed across the room to shut it off and tripped over her cat Barnaby, who was not going to move from his spot in front of his food dish until something was done about its acute emptiness. Maribell groaned, and pushed herself up on her knees as the phone kept playing a catchy pop tune.

"Just once I'd like to get through the morning without falling." She brushed cat hair and crumbs off of her smart seafoam blouse. As she stood up and swiped the phone into silence, she checked her reflection in the toaster. Her curly red hair was still tucked into a tidy bun, with a well-curated loose strand falling along each cheek. The gentle touch of mascara, and nude lipstick remained unsmudged. Her pencil skirt hugged the curves of her ass and thighs, but came down below her knees, more a function of how scraped they always were than an attempt at modesty, but the effect worked - professional but not threatening. Confident, but not slutty.

Satisfied, she added a scoop of food to Barnaby's bowl, gave him a pet, slipped on her walking shoes, tucked her work shoes into her purse, opened the door to leave -

"Oh! My phone!" As she back to the counter to pick it up, she caught a streak of black fur dashing for the open front door.

"Barnaby! No!"

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Maribelle sprinted down the alley, cursing her stupid cat. The twenty minutes she had spent trying to bribe him down from that tree with various treats and entreaties had caused her to miss the bus pulling in to her normal stop, but she knew from past experience that she could beat it to the next stop. Coming out of the alley, she saw the bus pulling up to the covered stop, and the little old lady taking her time climbing down the steps. It would be close, but she'd make it.

The man came out of nowhere. They collided in a spectacular tangle of legs and arms, her purse and his briefcase flying open and spilling their contents across a wide area. Maribelle lay stunned for a moment, then gasped in panic, sitting up just in time to see the bus driving off - she was officially late for work.

"You Bitch!"

The man was on his feet and had run a few steps after the bus before relenting to the futility. He turned around, looking for a target. He wasn't particularly tall, but taller than her, with close-shorn grey hair. He wasn't gym-fit, but the muscles in his arms were discernible even under his brown coat and thick wool sweater. His piercing grey eyes had a murderous glint in them as he advanced on Maribelle. she scrambled up on her knees to start gathering the papers and pens from his case, smiling up apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz. Let me - Aiee!"

The man took her hair bun in one hand and dragged her along as he walked towards the alley. Maribelle dropped the papers in surprise, and scrambled against the concrete, trying to free herself. She watched helplessly as a flock of pigeons descended upon her belongings. One pecked at her wallet, held up her id card as if to taunt her, and then flew off with it.

"Hey, hey, you're hurting me! Stop! Let me go!" Maribelle swung a fist at the man's knees, but missed, leaving herself dangling by her hair for a moment before she got her knees under her again. The man chuckled as he yanked her into the shadow of the alley.

"You've made me miss a very important job interview, you worthless cunt." Grabbing one of her wrists, the man hoisted Maribelle up to look him in the eye, her feet dangling over the ground. "I'm going to lose my house. My wife is going to leave me. You have ruined my life. Now I'm going to make you pay!"

Maribelle's eyes welled up with tears. "Pl-please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to - I'm going to be late too - I can give you money, just -"

The air rushed out of her lungs as the man slammed Maribelle against the cold, brick wall, and it stayed out as he clamped a meaty hand around her throat. She kicked at him impotently. He chuckled again.

"I've got a different plan in mind. Given my impending divorce, I thought I might as well get my dick wet while I can. You'll be my first fresh pussy in ten years, you should feel honoured."

Maribelle dug her nails into his forearms, looking up at him with pleading, watery eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the old lady from the bus picking through the contents of her purse. She waved her arms, tried to hit the dumpster beside her to make noise, but it was just out of reach. She heard the man's belt unbuckle and his fly unzip as her vision started to fade.

And then he dropped her. She collapsed on her knees, her back slumped against the wall. She gasped, and while her mouth was involuntarily wide open, the man shoved his cock in, pinning her between himself and the wall. Maribelle tried to bite down, but the force of his girth pinned her jaw open. The man thrust hard, banging her head against the bricks and making her see stars.

"Let me be clear. If you play along like a good little slut, you walk away from this and go back to your useless little slut life." He thrust again, another crack against the brick, "You fucking bite me and the garbage men are going to find you in the dumpster with your useless slut neck broken. Blink twice if you understand."

Maribelle fought through a strong gag reflex, willing herself not to wretch. She looked up fearfully and did as she was told. The man pulled back a little, letting the tip of his cock rest on her tongue, and patted her firmly on the cheek. "Good girl. With a mouth like yours I'm sure you've sucked plenty of cocks, I want to see your best work, understand?"

Maribelle nodded as best she could. As it happened this was the first cock she'd had in her mouth, though she had tried oral with a sex toy just to see what it was like. She was almost relieved when the man just grabbed her hair and started facefucking her, she didn't want to make him madder with a bad blowjob.

As the man's girthy rod pummeled the back of her throat, Maribelle took in as much as her senses would allow. In spite of herself, her arousal was rising to rival her fear, and her brain started noticing stimuli it had ignored while her fight or flight was active. The smell of the man for one thing, his faint natural musk complimented by a cologne that wasn't just the same bottle every dad owned. With every thrust she could feel the ridges and veins of his cock on her tongue, she could feel the flared head stretching her throat on both the in and out stroke, felt his well-trimmed pubic hair brush against her lips, his balls slap against her chin, his strong hands and arms guiding her, taking full control. She moaned a little, crossing her legs as her pussy got wetter. In a momentary lack of clarity, she hoped he would get bored of her mouth before he finished.

Maribelle ran her hands up his legs, his calves and thighs were tight and well-muscled. She gagged as her hands found their way to his ass. Perhaps it was the restricted flow of oxygen to her brain but for a moment the thought 'as far as alleyway rapists go, at least I got a hot one' hovered in her brain. She squeezed hard, pressing him deeper into her throat than he had before, and licking his balls with the tip of her tongue. Looking up into his eyes for approval, she was gratified to see him losing composure, moaning and fighting for balance. She went to work sloppily sucking the whole length of his shaft, taking breaks to breathe while she licked his balls and furiously stroked his cock, than buried him deep in her throat again, rapidly milking his tip. She laughed a bit as he groaned, despite her inexperience, he seemed impressed.

His hand clamped on the back of her head, holding her in place. She looked up and saw him holding his phone, heard the camera sound. "Just making sure I have good dreams tonight. Got to admit, I didn't think you'd be so into this. But look at you." He lifted up her skirt, to reveal her soaked panties. "You really are a useless little slut aren't you?"

He pulled out of her mouth and took a step back, taking another picture. "That wasn't a rhetorical question by the way, I'd like an answer."

Maribelle blinked, in a daze from the sudden influx of oxygen. "What?"

"Say that you're a useless little slut."

Maribelle looked down at her skinned knees. "You found a use for me."

The man paused, then laughed, a cruel, unhinged roar. He bent down to pick Maribelle up, flipping her so her head hung next to his cock and her knees hooked over his shoulder. She leaned, open mouthed, trying to get her lips around his member, make him happy with her, but he had something else in mind. She heard him open a tin trash can, and then she fell, face-first into it, her ass and legs sticking out the top.

"I think you still need to be put in your place. You don't even seem sorry that you ruined my marriage." The man's voice echoed in a peculiar way from her vantage point. Maribelle could barely focus on his words or the fact that she was basically immobilized by her predicament, as the primal cavewoman part of her brain cheered that she was about to get fucked. The man pulled her panties off, and she could feel the wetness dripping from her. She heard the camera sound again and made a note to be mortified about the photos later.

The man ran his hands up her thighs and parted her pussy, probing it with his fingers. Maribelle moaned into the garbage can, and felt herself clench around his finger.

"Oh, you are tight. You haven't had a man inside you for a while." He wiped his hand on her thigh, and she braced herself. He pressed his tip against her. "You should almost be thanking me for taking an interest in you."

He paused. Maribelle waited, anxiously. Why wasn't the cock in her already? She needed it, desperately, immediately. She parsed his last sentence - Christ what an asshole.

"Thank you oh so much for giving your cock to such a useless slut as me mister. Please fuck me hard! Please fill me with your cum" Maribelle thought she was being sarcastic, but was surprised with how sincerely her words came out. Without further belaboring, his tip pressed into her spread pussy lips and -

Heaven. Somehow, late for work, afraid for her life and upside-down in a garbage can, Maribelle felt the best she ever had in her entire life. The man's cock felt massive to her sensitive lady parts, she was aware that despite the force of his thrusts, her deeper parts were resisting the full length of him and she wrapped her legs around him, working in tandem, trying to get as much of this feeling as she could. Her orgasm was building, a volcano of lust and pleasure. Almost...

And then he pulled out, stepped back, breaking her legs' grip. She felt his hand on her thigh, and heard him groan again as rope after rope of his hot seed splashed onto her pussy and ass. Maribelle practically bellowed, inches away from release, just one more touch from him would put her over the edge - she heard him zip up again, take another picture. Why was he walking away? When she was so close?

"Get back here and finish me off you bastard! Don't leave me like this!" The man laughed, further away. "Please? Please I beg you I will do anything if you come back and make me cum." No response. "Please make me cum." This was a whine, directed to an empty alley.

The way she had fallen into the trash can Maribelle's arms were pinned to her sides. She would have to free herself in order to masterbate, her only concern at the moment. She swung her legs back and forth, spinning the can a few degrees at a time until she was able to brace her feet against a wall and push, knocking the can over with a bang. Mostly freed, she awkwardly crawled backwards out of the can, and immediately plunged her hand into pussy, rubbing off frantically, but the moment had passed. She roared in frustration as she squeezed out a sub-par orgasm. She lay for a few moments panting in frustration.

Maribelle jolted at a crunching sound coming from behind her. She got up on her knees, pulling down her skirt in an attempt to regain some shed of modesty and turned to see the old lady, with Maribelle's purse over her shoulder, Maribelle's work shoes on her feet, and one hand holding one of the fancy protein bars that Maribelle had brought for lunch.

"How long have you been standing there?"

The old lady shrugged and took another bite of the protein bar.

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"And then Katherine told me that she would never fuck David, like actually found him physically repulsive."

"That's so crazy, 'cause he's a six."

"Solid six. Midwest seven. And Katherine is a seven at best and she's from Missouri."

"Tragic."

"So anyway, I told David that Katherine told me that she always had a crush on him -"

"Stop! You fucking harpy!"

"You're one to talk. Anyway I told him she liked it when men came on strong."

"Oh that poor boy, she's going to destroy him."

"Not if he destroys her first, you forget I have access to everyone's browser history."

"Shit, really? I did forget that."

"Don't worry, your futa dragoness secrets are safe with me."

Maribelle stumbled towards the reception desk. As always, Chastity the bitch was there, but at least she was supposed to be. India, the other bitch, allegedly worked with a graphic design firm on the same floor as Maribelle's job, but Maribelle had only ever seen her here, perched on the edge of Chastity's desk, gossiping. The two women somehow achieved a level of flawlessness in their appearance that is usually blamed on instagram filters. Chastity had her blond hair in a long ponytail down her back, her green eyes framed perfectly by teardrop eyebrows and long, flawless lashes. Her cupid's bow lips were adorned with glossy pink lipstick applied with impossible precision, and her pert boobs stretched at the bounds of her black turtleneck, nipples clearly visible. India's black hair was up in an impossibly tidy messy bun. Her lipstick was red to match her low-cut blouse with floral embroidery. Her black skirt cut off at her knees, with a slit going up the side. Of course she was wearing Louboutin heels.

Needless to say, as Maribelle approached them in a torn skirt, stained blouse, tangled, matted hair, and reeking of garbage, the two women looked down at her like she was a muddy dog walking across their white carpet.

"You look like shit." Chastity said,

"I had to fight an old lady." Said Maribelle, holding up her purse. "And a bird."

"Aren't you like, an hour late?" Asked India. Maribell glowered at her, but didn't justify the question with a response.

Instead she addressed Chastity, "Can I get the key to the showers?"

Chastity nodded, opening a drawer. "Probably a good idea, right now you look like I should be calling security on you."

"You always know exactly what to say." Maribelle took the key and headed towards the stairs. When she was out of earshot, India asked "shouldn't you have warned her that the hot water was broken?"

Chastity shook her head. "Just in the mens'."