Anora Williams walked the same road she always did. She wasn't big on change. Her routine stayed the same throughout the week. She would work hard at her office from 4 in the morning to 8 in the evening and then she would walk the rank streets of New York City to her apartment. Her mother always told her and her sisters to watch out for the creeps. The 25 year old always just rolled her eyes. Her mother just shook her head and cursed herself for not teaching her daughter just how beautiful she was. She had long curly blonde hair and big green eyes. Her lips were full and pink. Her body was tight, her tits a nice C-cup and her waist tiny. She had a tight ass and long legs. Not only was she beautiful but she was built for fucking.
Anora walked quickly, she wanted to get home in time to catch her show, Revenge. It was about a girl taking revenge on every single person that hurt her father. It was thrilling to say the least. Her black pumps clicked against the sidewalk as she walked steadily through the dark streets.
As she rounded a corner her gaze fell on a dark figure leering at her. She snorted and walked past him. She looked at his face briefly and was shocked. The man was quite simply, gorgeous. He had a chiseled chin with sandy hair and dark eyes. He smirked at her showing off white teeth. She was not used to creeps being so attractive. She tripped slightly and blushed but carried on. After awhile she noticed footsteps behind her. Anora turned her head slightly and realized the man was following her. Not one to beat around the bush she turned sharply on her heel and faced him.
"Can I help you sir?" she asked, indignantly.
"Hm. Feisty cunt. Aren't you?" She gasped. He had not said that.
"Don't you dare use that disgusting word to describe me," He chuckled, it was then she knew she was in trouble.
"It's good you think you can tell me what to do slut. Even more to fuck it out of you," With that, he grabbed her arm and slammed her against a nearby building. She screamed loudly before he put his hand over her mouth.
"MmhhNno," Her voice was muffled and she struggled beneath him. They were out in the open, on the sidewalk. Surely someone would see her and help. She felt his erection against her skirt. The panic in her rose tenfold when she finally realized just how much trouble she was in.
"Now, my little bitch." He unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to reveal her purple lace panties. Anora always wore sexy underwear because she always dressed for herself. Never for some. She was regretting that decision already. He pulled her panties down with one hand pushing them to her knees. He unzipped his pants and let his erection fly out. Tears streamed down her face and she looked into his hard eyes. She could feel his length pressing against her thighs. His precum leaving a shiny trail on her skin. He flicked his fingers between her legs, discovering the dampness. Anora wanted to scream as her body betrayed her. Her attacker noticed this too and chuckled again.
Without warning he thrust his hips up and entered her in one stroke. Anora arched her back as he entered her roughly, his cock filling up her pussy so completely she gasped. He slung his hips back again before pounding into her again. Her tits bounced with his continuing motion. His hand was still on her mouth as he fucked her like an animal. She attempted to hit him but her arms felt like jello against the cold brick. She sobbed into his hand and he continued to pummel her mercilessly.
