Imogen Gets Stuck

This is a fantasy story. I believe it is perfectly OK to have sexual fantasies, even dark ones, so long as you never act on them.

I know that I occasionally refer to the young woman as a 'girl'. However all characters are 18+

Imogen was determined to get her normal life back. It was two months since her rape ordeal in the allotment shed and she had resumed her usual routine.

It was a Wednesday she was at the public indoor swimming pool for her weekly evening swimming session. She really enjoyed the almost meditative process of swimming lengths, it was a good way of relaxing and staying in shape.

Maybe she was extra aware of her surroundings since her rape, but she couldn't help noticing that the lifeguard was watching her as she swam. She wasn't too bothered, in fact she rather liked the attention; he was young, good looking and he had a toned and muscular body.

Imogen couldn't help smirking to herself; Every time that the young man thought that she was looking his way; he flexed his muscles. She toyed with him a little; glancing at him then away and back again. His muscles flexed and relaxed and flexed again as if he was having some kind of fit on his highchair.

Eventually she took pity on him and stopped next to his station and smiled up at him. He tried making conversation; complementing her on her swimming technique.

His name was Paul and she let him try and flirt with her for a few minutes. It quickly became obvious that he was not very bright and also clearly in love with himself. He was not really the kind of guy that she usually had any time for.

Some of the other female swimmers glared angrily at Imogen, jealous that she had his rapt attention.

She surprised herself when she agreed to have a drink with him after the pool closed. The young man was not relationship material. But maybe they could have some fun?

Since her ordeal, she found that she enjoyed taking little risks and she couldn't help wondering what he would look like naked.

They had been so busy chatting that neither of them noticed that the pool had emptied, everyone else was changing and getting ready to leave before the pool shut for the night.

"Damn! I lost track of time, I should have closed the pool ten minutes ago" exclaimed Paul, "We had better get changed and I'll meet you in the foyer."

She could feel his eyes on her body as she pulled herself out of the pool and walked dripping into the ladies changing area. It made her feel sexy to be wanted, even if this guy was unsuitable in so many ways.

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As she entered the ladies changing room, the last few bathers had already finished and were packing up their bags to leave.

By the time she had opened her locker and retrieved her towel from her gym bag the changing room was empty.

The lifeguard was obviously keen on her and he was hardly going to lock up before she had left. She didn't mind making him wait a little and so she took a leisurely shower.

Since her ordeal, she seemed to feel horny all of the time and she hadn't had sex for weeks. Not since she had broken up with her long term boyfriend. She knew that she was being a little bit crazy, but Imogen had already decided that she would probably let the lifeguard have sex with her tonight. So long as he played his cards right.

As Imogen soaped herself to wash the smell of chlorine from her body she wondered what the lifeguard's penis would be like? She hoped that he would be confident and take charge of her. She fantasized about submitting to him; letting him tell her what to do. She felt her nipples harden at the thought, and a warm wetness developed between her legs.

Her shower over, she returned to the changing area and dried herself with her towel. As she was alone, she stood naked in front of the mirror while she dried her hair with one of the provided blow dryers.

She was looking very pretty today. The lifeguard was going to be a very lucky young man she told herself.

When she had finished with her hair, she stopped the blow-dryer. As the machine whined to a halt she thought she heard movement. It was coming from the far end of the changing rooms near the exit to the foyer.

"Hello?" she called out. "Paul, is that you?"

There was no answer and she could not see anyone. It was a large room and there were lots of private cubicles and places someone might hide.

Had the lifeguard sneaked into the dressing room to look at her naked?

She should have felt angry, but today she actually felt a little thrilled at the prospect of being spied upon.

When she looked into the bag she couldn't see her panties, which was odd. She was sure that they were at the top of the pile of neatly folded cloths, after all they were the last thing she had taken off when she had got undressed. She rummaged around for a while but she just couldn't see them.

She decided that she would get dressed anyway. She was certain that she would find her panties at the bottom of the bag when it was empty.

She put on her short summer skirt, her bra and blouse and stepped into her little pink trainers.

Imogen had been sure that she would find them at the bottom of the bag, but now the bag was nearly empty and they were still missing. Maybe they had fallen out into the locker? She opened the locker and looked inside. Nothing.

She bent forward to look inside her gym bag again. Sorting though her toiletries looking in all the pockets. Eventually she gave up, her panties were gone.

Maybe the lifeguard had sneaked in and stolen her underwear when she was in the shower?

As she put her towel inside of her gym bag she heard the sound of movement behind her again. She froze.

Had he had hung around to spy on her. What kind of young man was this?

Imogen felt a little scared, she had changed her mind about Paul. She decided that she would not go out on a date with him after all. She would just get her things and leave.

Her skirt was quite short and she realized that when she was bending over; anyone behind her might be able to get a glimpse of her pussy.

Still, the prospect of having someone leering at her felt very naughty and daring. She remained bent over for a few seconds more and even gave her bottom a little wiggle. She wanted to tease the young man with what he could have had if he hadn't been such a creep.

Imogen didn't hear the heavy footsteps running up to her until it was too late, strong hands grabbed her. One grabbed her shoulder and forced her head down until it was actually inside her gym bag, buried in her damp towel. The other grabbed her waist to hold her steady.

"Let me go!" she yelped but her voice was muffled by her towel.

Something hard jabbed against her pussy.

"Stop it!" she wailed.

A stiff penis skewered her vagina with one thrust, it was slammed all the way up inside of her. If she hadn't already been wet it would have really hurt.

"Oh god! Oh God!" she moaned as he thrust into her.

Imogen couldn't believe that she was being fucked. The thick penis hammered in and out of her vagina with an animal frenzy.

She felt completely helpless, held firmly in place, her head in the gym bag. her towel wrapped itself around her head, gagging her and preventing her seeing anything.

The young lifeguard clearly couldn't wait. She had been prepared to have sex with him on their date, but now she was being 'used' as if she was nothing but a piece of meat.

The head of his penis pounded at her cervix, she could feel her tight pussy rippling around his thick shaft as he stretched her and his pubic bone and tight balls slapped hard against her mound.

She was horrified at what was happening to her, but after feeling horny for so long, the sensation of being shafted by a rock-hard cock felt incredible. Imogen wondered if there was something wrong with her, but being 'taken' against her will was so exciting.

It only took a few seconds until she felt the cock twitch violently, pumping hot cum deep into her young womb.

"No!" wailed Imogen half in outrage at was was happening, but it was also a moan of frustration; it was over too quickly.

The man's cock was still inside her, and he still held her firmly. She could hear him gasping for breath as he recovered from his climax and she could feel that he had ejaculated a huge 'load' of semen into her, filling her to overflowing.

"Let me go!" she snapped. She furious with him; she would have gone to bed with him if he had asked her to, but he had just 'taken' her. He didn't even take 'precautions' he had pumped his cum deep into her unprotected womb; what if she got pregnant?

She thought that he had finished, but his cock was still hard and after a few moments the man started moving again. Slowly at first, he resumed thrusting in and out. He was going to fuck her again.

There was a rhythmic squelching sound as he shafted her; her pussy was sopping wet; filled with his cum and dripping with her own juices.

It felt so good! She subconsciously titled her hips to take his cock as deep as possible. He got faster and faster and he hammered into her, her pussy gripped his shaft even tighter. She could feel her erect nipples pressing stiffly against her bra and she could feel her climax approaching.

All she could do was gasp and moan into the damp towel in her gym bag. All thoughts of escape had vanished from her mind. Imogen needed to be fucked. wanted his thick cock to 'use' her. She needed to be filled with more of his hot semen.

She was cumming! Imogen groaned in ecstasy and her body bucked as her orgasm shot through her.

As if in response the man's cock started twitching and spurting as he pumped a second load of semen deep into her. She thought that she might faint with the intensity of it, and it was all she could do not to collapse down to the floor.

Suddenly the cock was withdrawn, hands were no longer holding her and she could hear running feet as her assailant made his escape.

She just caught a glimpse of legs in blue trousers running away as she managed to execrate herself from her gym bag.

By the time she turned towards the exit the man was gone.

She could not believe what had just happened to her, her whole body was shaking. When she reached between her legs and touched her pussy, her fingers came away coated in creamy semen.

She would have had sex with the young man if he had asked her. Why did he think it was okay to take such liberties?

Imogen just wanted to get out of there and go home. Quickly she wiped herself with her towel and threw it back into her bag. She didn't even take the time to straighten her ruffled hair; she just grabbed her gym bag and walked briskly towards the exit.

Imogen was furious; that nasty young man had blown his chances with her and she was going to give him a piece of her mind. He had fucked her and, worse still, he had cum inside of her without even asking.

The lifeguard was standing behind the reception desk and grinned pleasantly at her as she approached.

"You've got some nerve!" she shouted "You didn't even ask!"

The lifeguard looked completely mystified at her outburst and his smile faded.

"What kind of girl do you think... " But then her words trailed off mid-sentence. Imogen had noticed that the lifeguard was wearing denim shorts; clearly chosen to show off his rippling leg muscles. Not the long blue trousers of her assailant.

She was utterly shocked by this revelation. It had not been the lifeguard then who had forced himself on her? There was no one else here.

Then she saw him; peering at her from just inside the men's changing room door was the janitor and he was wearing a dark blue boiler suit.

Imogen must have walked past the janitor many times at the swimming pool but had barely registered his existence. An ugly, overweight, middle-aged man. He was balding with the strange dent in his forehead.

The janitor always stared at her when he saw her and Imogen had assumed that he must be a little bit 'simple'. 'Simple but harmless' she thought and she had occasionally given him a weak smile as she passed on by.

The janitor was always at the swimming pool, always watching the women from a distance. Imogen didn't know his name but she had overheard some of the 'mean girls' call him'Lurky'behind his back.

She stared at him in disbelief; she had been fucked byLurky!

She could see that he was breathing hard and that there were beads of sweat running down his forehead. He was gazing back at her with a stupid expression, his thick tongue lolling out of one corner of his mouth.

Imogen wanted to run, she had to get out of there. She pushed past the confused looking lifeguard, through the doors and ran out into the open air.

With shaking hands she unlocked her bicycle, leaped onto it and made her escape.

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As he had been taught; Barney knocked loudly before he entered the ladies changing room. On hearing no response, he pushed his trolley though the door and started to mop the floor.

He was glad of his job as a janitor, he got a little money and got to look at all the pretty girls.

Barney had had a motorbike accident when he was a teenager. He had crashed into a lamp post, which had left a big dent in his head, and left him feeling 'confused' ever afterwards.

He hadn't been that smart before the accident, but now he knew that he was stupid. He had not had much of a life. He was a fifty year old virgin who still lived with his elderly mother.

Barney had assumed that the ladies changing room was empty, but then he saw that there was an open gym bag on one of the benches.

On the top of a pile of cloths inside the bag was a pair of little white panties. So cute and delicate. He stared at them longingly and his'pecker'stirred a little in his underwear. Then he heard the sound of water coming from one of the shower cubicles.

There was someone in the changing room and she mustn't catch him!

Barney had already been warned by his manager that there had been complaints about him staring at the young women. He tried not to, but his eyes always seemed drawn to the pretty girls.

He knew that he could get into serious trouble if he was discovered in here with a woman changing, he needed to get out quickly.

On the spur of the moment, he couldn't resist grabbing the dainty little pair of panties out of the top of the bag and stuffing them into his pocket. Then he quickly turned and started to wheel his cleaning trolley back towards the exit.

He heard the water stop running and the shower cubicle door open. She was coming out, she would see him!

In a complete panic he pushed his trolley into a family changing cubicle and quickly pulled the curtain across.

He knew that steeling the panties was wrong, but he couldn't put them back now without being caught. What had he done? They would tell his mother!

A terrified Barney peered out from a gap in the curtain just as a young woman came out into the main changing area.

To Barney the young woman looked like an angel. She was petite, blonde and beautiful, with skin so radiant that almost glowed from within.

He had seen her at the swimming pool before, but he didn't know her name. None of the girls at the swimming pool ever spoke to him. Some of them laughed at him behind his back and he had overheard one of them referring to him as 'Lurky'.

This young woman had always been nice, she was his favorite and on several occasions she had even smiled at him. Those brief smiles had made his heart feel as if it would burst with happiness.

The young woman clearly thought that she was alone and was making little effort to hide her young body as she dried herself with her towel.

Barney couldn't seem to stop himself, as he watched her he took her panties out of his pocket and sniffed the heady aroma of her sex from the delicate material. His other hand reached into his pocket and he started to tug on hispeckerthough the material.

When she looked round he ducked back behind the curtain.

After a minute he risked another peek and saw that she was drying her hair. She was naked had a little smile on her face as if thinking about something that made her happy. Her body was the most wonderful thing Barney had ever seen.

She returned to her gym bag and he saw her confusion when she realized that her panties were missing. He watched her searching for them, certain that at any moment that she would raise the alarm. He would be caught. He would lose his job.

The young woman eventually gave up her search and started to get dressed, slowly covering her beautiful young body with her skirt and blouse.

By now his thickpeckerwas out of his flies and he was pumping away on it in earnest. He buried his nose into her soft panties as he wanked. It had never felt so big and hard but then again, he had never been in the same room as a real-life naked woman before either.

His mother punished him whenever she caught him having a stiffpeckerat home. She called his private parts his'unmentionables'and whipped his hands if she saw him playing with them. As a result, Barney had learned to play with his 'thing' only at work.

Barney had only intended to watch the pretty girl. He would watch her until she left and then he would spray the cubical wall. Spurting his'cream'onto the wall of the ladies changing room was one of his favorite things to do. He did it most nights, although he always made sure to clean it up afterwards.

But then the young woman turned for a final time and looked into her gym bag. As she bent right over, her skirt rose up. Barney got a uninterrupted view of her puffy slit as she rummaged inside.

It was as if an electric shock went though him. He might be a bit 'special' but he still had all the drives and instincts of an adult man. At some deep primal level he knew what he was looking at.

She wiggled her ass and, to Barney, it seemed as if the young woman was offering herself to him.

He had hispeckerin his hand and was running towards her before he knew what he was doing.

He was upon her in a few strides.

He grabbed her, pushing her head into her gym bag with one hand and slotting his raging erection into her with the other.

With one thrust he was all the way up inside of her.

It was his first time inside of a 'girl', and it felt different from his own rough hands. Her tight little hole was soft and hot and wet. It felt like the place that he was 'meant' to be, the perfect home for his stiffpecker.

On pure instinct he hammered away, ignoring the gasps and moans coming from the gym bag. Looking down, below her hitched up skirt, he could see her naked bottom and the puffy lips of her sex stretched around his 'thing'. His shaft glistened wetly as he pumped.

He felt the telltale signs rapidly approaching; it had only taken a minute, but he was going to spurt!

On instinct Barney pushed inside as deep as he could go. He gave out a groan of ecstasy as he felt an enormous pulse of fluid rush from behind his balls and up his shaft. His wholepeckerlurched as his first spurt of his'cream'erupted into her.

It seemed to go on for ages as he emptied great thick jets into her. The feeling was so intense that his vision blurred and he staggered. He had to hold onto the 'girl' to stay on his feet.

It took several seconds before his brain could form any sort of rational thought. He had just had the most incredible experience of his life and he didn't want it to end.

He looked down to see hiscreamoozing out of her, squeezing out around the base of his shaft where it emerged from her slit.

Barney usually needed at least an hours break between wanks, but somehow he was still hard. Half expecting hispeckerto go soft at any moment he experimentally made a couple of little thrusts. He stayed hard and if anything it got harder. He was going to do it again. He was going to pump this little angel with hispeckeragain.