He grabbed my arms from behind and pulled me violently into an alley off the main street. He looked around, satisfied, and marched me deeper into the darkness. I glanced at him without recognition as I stumbled on my spiked heels. He was a foot taller than me, much heavier and unbelievably strong. I did not resist.
He looked me over approvingly in the dim light, running his hands around my tits, over my hips and garter belt, up and down my thighs, finally cupping my ass cheeks under my skirt. He kissed me hard, his tongue tasting of tobacco. Electric sensations shot through me, amplified by the feel of the sheer nylon stockings on my legs and the silky blouse moving over my bare breasts and erect nipples. He stopped and looked at me, pleading, and searched my eyes for my answer. Up to that point, I might have resisted, but being asked is just so damn sexy. I could not disappoint him.
"Yes, anything you want." It was obvious what he wanted, demanded. I unzipped him and withdrew his hot organ, already steely-hard and high.