Walking down a side street on your way home, you pass a school playground. On the swings is a very attractive girl, no more than nineteen She is taller, about 5'9" and athletic. Her legs, coming out of a pair of cutoff shorts, verify that she's a runner. She looks distraught and you can hear her crying from a distance.
You notice that half empty wine bottle at her feet and seriously contemplate offering her help getting home; she's quite drunk. You think to yourself Really? After a half bottle of wine? Hm... and start to imagine all the things you could easily do to a lightweight stranger on a swing set or in the shadows of the multiple surfaces around the park.
She barely acknowledges your presence as you sit down beside her.
"Rough night?" you ask.
"Whatever." she responds.
A little rude for someone who should probably be running for home about now. If only she could see your thoughts.
"Aren't the street lights on? Shouldn't you be running home to mommy?"
"What do you want, asshole?" Oh. So it was gonna be like that.
You got up to leave, take five steps forward, and whirl around.
"You know what? You. That's what I want."
She just stares at you, dumbfounded, with a completely blank expression. And then suddenly starts giggling.
"Yeah ok, perv, like you could have this."
You walk straight up to her, grab her by her stupid blonde ponytail, and look her right in the eyes. "I can have whatever I fucking want."
That sobered her up a bit; but not enough. She's already pissed you off. You pull her to her feet and push her off of the swings to the ground, grinding her knees into the wood chips that layer the playground. Holding her hands behind her back, you have full control over her entire body.
You tell her "This can be easy, or this can be really REALLY difficult." and she looks back and attempts to spit at you. "Difficult, then."
You are getting hard in your jeans, and you are almost ready to show her what bitches get when they're...well...bitches. You reach down to unbutton your jeans and pull out your throbbing cock, then you unbutton her jeans and she attempts to bite your hand. Tightening your grasp on her hands in one of yours, you use the other to shimmy her pants off, and then cover her mouth entirely to muffle her screams as you jam your cock into her pussy from behind.
You slam into her while she screams against your hand. She's no amateur and her pussy swallows your member easily, wettening with every stroke. She is very obviously screaming "NO!" into the void of your hand where no one but you will hear. You fuck her pussy until it's raw, pulling up her shirt to cum directly on her back. She's in too much pain to move, and still woozy from the booze, so you push her down onto her back and straddle her face.
"Suck it, bitch. Until I'm hard again. Bite me, and you'll regret it."
She looks at you, obviously in defiance, and you realize she needs some assistance. You slap her square in the face leaving a red mark in the shape of your fingertips and she yells out.
"That fucking hurts!!"
"No, really? Suck it."
She licks the tip of your cock, and a little around the shaft You sigh. Why is this always so difficult?
