I strut down the hallway feeling on top of the world. I had just finished an incredible encounter with my two new friends. Jenna, the exotic brunette beauty. Her sweet essence still on my lips, and Kit my handsome stranger. Wow what a night I think to myself as I stoop to grab my purse from the floor. I feel Kit’s cream drip down the inside of my thighs. God I haven’t been fucked like that in a very long time.
As I come to the end of the hallway the men’s room door slams open. Out stumbles a young man. He couldn’t be more the nineteen or twenty. He had short, light brown, wavy hair and glasses. Obviously he was quite drunk. He didn’t see me and ran right into me, crushing me up against the wall. His hands groping my tits, squeezing and pulling on them hard.
“Mmm… yes. I like my bitches firm and ripe for the taking.” He slurred, pressing his young body against mine.
I could feel the contours of his muscles through his thin shirt. A sudden ripple of sexual excitement flowed through my body, as I almost wanted to be his bitch.
I fought the urge to drop to my knees and submit to him. It had been years since I thought like a slave and it pissed me off to be put back there again.
“You motherfucker, how dare you talk to me like that let alone put your hands on me!” I told him hotly before I pushed him away.
Pushing him so hard that he lost his balance and fell on his ass with a thud. The sight of him made me giggle. He lay there glaring up at me, which made me laugh even harder. He leaned up on his elbows, a small smile on his face.
“Go ahead and laugh now, but you will pay for it later bitch.” He threatened in a dangerously low voice.
I stopped laughing as an icy trickle of fear went down my spine.
By the menacing look on his face and the tone of his voice, I had visions of pain and torture. But I couldn’t let him know how scared I was.
“Yeah ok, you’re barely old enough to drink, let alone think you can handle a woman like me. Your nothing but some kid punk.” I told him turning on my heels and walking away.
Just as I turned the corner, I hear him say.
“You will be mine.”
When I opened the door to go outside the cold air smacked me in the face. Cursing under my breath because I decided to leave my car at home tonight. I gather my coat around me tightly, tying it together. Walking the two blocks home I couldn’t help to laugh at my good fortune. After four years of loneliness and hardly any sexual contact at all, I had a blast tonight. I’ll have to get to know them each on a personal level I mused as I fingered Jenna’s damp panties in my pocket.
Strutting down the street like a woman who had just been fucked. My legs slightly bowed and my ass just a swinging. I come to a split in the concrete. I try to step over it, but my ankle twists and I fall flat on my ass. And to make matters worse, the heel of my shoe wedges in the crack. Just as I fall you come out of the bar for some fresh air. You fight the urge to bust up laughing. You start to come forward to help when I turn my face to the light and you recognize me.
You step back into the shadows, knowing it is I. The one who pushed you and laughed in your face. Your heart begins to race. Small beads of sweat cover you forehead. Your hands begin to itch to feel the give of my soft supple skin. Your dick hardens at the perfect opportunity destiny has presented you with to fulfill your ultimate fantasy. You can almost hear my screams as you glance up and down the street. Not a soul in sight. You grin as all the possibilities fill your head. Just how will you make me pay, how your going to punish me.
Slowly creeping forward, your eyes never leave your prey. The closer you get the more you realize how badly you want to feel my body tremble under yours. How you need to hear my screams as I beg you to stop. You are seconds away from grabbing me when I finally get my heel unwedged and stand up. You duck back into the shadows to remain unseen. I turn around to see if anyone saw me make a fool of myself by falling. Breathing a sigh of relief because no one is around. Pulling my down my dress, I adjust it to cover my ass. Giggling, I think that if anyone were behind me they would have had a perfect view of my assets, so to speak.
A few steps behind me, standing in the shadows you catch a whiff of my perfume. A light floral scent, but there is something else. A raw, powerful, exotic scent. A scent that had you having visions of slapping bodies, screams of ecstasy, and moans of pleasure. The scent of hot pounding sex! Your rage starts to build as you realize that your bitch has been tampered with. Touched and violated, stretched out and sloppy. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you step from the shadows a few feet behind me. I have no sense of danger as I stroll along humming under my breath. My thoughts are on the shiver of excitement I felt when I talked to the guy from the bathroom. The undeniable urge to submit to him. I hadn’t felt like that since I was married four years ago.
When I step off the curb is when you decide to pounce. One arm around my waist, gripping me tightly. Just as I start to scream, your other hand clamps over my mouth. You drag my struggling body down the dark alley. Whispering gruffly in my ear.
“Remember what I told you bitch? I told you that you would be mine. Now the time has come to make you pay for laughing at me!”
Realizing who you are I momentarily stop struggling, shocked and very scared. You SLAM me up against the brick wall! So hard it feels as if my brains are scrambled. The impact sends shockwaves of pain down my spine. Dazed, I shake my head. Thinking fast I bring up my knee to your nuts, causing you to step back and release me.
I push against your chest, knocking you to the ground. I start to run back up the alley, but I trip and fall flat on my face. You see this and jump on me. Dragging me by the ankles back down the alley. I feel the skin being ripped off of my legs. Pebbles and rocks painfully digging into my skin. You flip me on my back growling ferociously.
“Bitch you will regret that little move of yours!”
You take off your tie and use it to bind my wrists together above my head. Then you anchor them to the foot of a dumpster. In this position, my tits are thrust forward.
“Please nooo… Please don’t hurt meee!!” I beg.
“Shut up bitch, or I will kill you first then rape your dead corpse!” You growl, grabbing my tit and squeezing hard. “That little stunt before will cause you so much pain.” You tell me leaning close.
I see the dark animal-like passion in your green eyes.
You stand up, looking down on me. I start tugging at the tie, kicking my legs. You have an evil grin on your handsome face as you almost giggle watching me struggle fruitlessly. As the panic sets in I begin to scream.
