I'm a very pretty woman-strawberry blonde hair, 5'4" and 150lbs. I have size 44DD tits and love to be rode hard. This is what any guy I've ever been with would tell you, but that's beside the point. I usually walk home alone from work because I only live a few blocks away. My boyfriend wishes otherwise, but nothing's going to happen or at least that's what I thought up until a week ago. Below is my story......
It was dark as I walked home Saturday night. I only lived a few blocks away from work and I didn't want to wait for a ride. It was a warm spring night so I had my work shirt unbuttoned half way down. My tits were spilling out, but it was too dark for anyone to actual see.. Or so I thought. I heard a noise from behind me so I turned around to see if someone was there. I didn't see anyone so I kept walking. All of a sudden I heard loud footsteps behind me and suddenly felt an arm go around my throat.
"Don't scream honey and you won't get hurt" said a deep throaty voice.
I was sure the man was much larger than me simply because his arms were so muscular and it sounded like his voice was coming from above my head. I tried to squirm my way out but he used his other hand to grab me between my legs and lift me by my crotch. This confirmed that he was very strong. The more I struggled the more my clit rubbed against my panties and his hand. I couldn't help but struggle, I wasn't one to be taken that easily. I could feel my orgasm building and the struggling became stronger as I pushed myself to my orgasm instead of trying to escape.
"OH GOD!" I screamed as my body betrayed me and sent me in to the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
I could hear the man laughing as he turned me to face him with his hand still pressed against my clit.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you baby?" he asked.
"No, you sick fuck!" I spat out of my trembling lips as my body was still trying to recover.
His only response was a deep chuckle as he set me back on the ground with his hand still tight on my crotch. His other hand came up quick and ripped the remaining buttons off of my shirt. I saw him put the same hand to his pocket and lift something shiny and metallic from his right pocket. My eyes bulged as I noticed it was a knife which he used to cut the connecting fabric between my breasts so that there was nothing concealing them from his hand.
I wanted to run or scream, but as I looked down to see what he had done my eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants. It was huge. I could only imagine what it would look like released from its confines and suddenly I wanted to see it. He noticed me looking and a wide grin spread across his face as he dropped the knife on the ground to use his hand to unbutton his pants.
