This is my story and is also published elsewhere.
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You hear my heels clicking behind you, but you're a guy - you don't have to worry about a tiny girl, right? It doesn't concern you when the footsteps get closer. You realize, too late, that I am not alone...that I am just shuttling you into a herd of real cock. Hard. Waiting for some virginal pussy.
'Fuck!' You hear me stumble and you turn to help me out. I smile thankfully, peering through my eyelashes. Someone watching, however, would see that my body language does not translate into being a wounded animal...it's more like a predator with a feigned injury. As we continue into the darkness, you begin to get uncomfortable. What would your girlfriend think if she knew you were getting hard?
Lost in your thoughts, you are surprised when my hand grabs your crotch. I start to laugh. Jesus Christ there's nothing there! 'Holy fuck! Where's your dick? Do you just have a little clit tickler?' I push you against a tree. 'Show me,' I demand.
Your brain is screaming it's ridiculous and that you should just turn away, but your jaw drops instead and you're transfixed. You want someone to tell you what to do.
'Give me your belt.' Lost in my eyes, you unbuckle your belt and pass the leather strip over to me. 'Let me see your cock.'
Unable to move, you drop your pants and bow your head, ashamed.
'What a slut - dropping your pants for a fucking stranger!' Whack! The leather of your belt rips across your lady prick. 'Whore.' Whack!