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Your walk
You are walking through the park, enjoying nature, not a care in the world. You come to a
secluded spot in the park but you don’t worry because you hear a jogger approaching from
behind. Joggers are nice people.
Just as you let your guard down and the jogger is about to pass you, he tackles you from
behind. He is big and his hands and arms envelope you. He drags you into the bushes where
your first instinct is to scream.
But you don’t scream loudly because he puts one of his big hands over your mouth and tells
you in a powerful whisper, “If you scream, I’ll strangle you.”You’re paralyzed with fear.
You are lying on the ground and he’s directly over you, one of his hands on your mouth,
the other unzipping his pants. He doesn’t get undressed. He only pulls his Blackcock out.
It’s large and he moves so that it’s right over your face.
“Blow me,” he says. You’re afraid of what might happen if you don’t. So you stretch your
neck up to meet him. You take it into your mouth. He begins to swell. You can feel his
erection filling your mouth. Your tongue almost has no room to move. Breathing becomes
hard.
You hope he pulls out but instead, he takes your face in his hands and jams himself deeper
into your mouth and throat. A sense of panic sets in. You feel like you might gag or choke
and you can’t seem to get enough air through your nose.
He doesn’t care. He just wants you under his complete control and he wants to get as hard
as he can. Your warm, wet mouth excites him. You feel the end of his swollen cock jamming
into the back of your throat. You whimper but he doesn’t care about your panic or your
discomfort or your humiliation.
You kick frantically…so hard to breath… You start to cry.
It seems to go on forever and you wish he’d just cum in your mouth and get it over with.
But he has other plans. “Your teeth are hurting me, bitch,” he says. He slaps your face.
Your tears fly off in the direction of his slap.
Finally, he pulls himself out. You gasp for air, choking from the tears and snot. You can
still taste him even though he’s out. You cry out loud and try to get to your feet.
“I said shut up.” He slaps you again, so hard that it knocks you back to the ground. He
violently rips your t-shirt. It hurts but he tears it completely off your body.
Your bra hooks in front and he yanks it apart. Your breasts are exposed and he roughly
grabs one in his large hand. He squeezes and it hurts. You grimace and try to pull away.
You can’t help screaming again and he puts both hands on your neck.
He begins to squeeze and you feel your air cut off again. You get light headed and your
vision becomes blurry. You don’t know it at the time, but you pass out briefly.
When you come back to your senses, he is lying on top of you. Your pants have been torn
off and your panties are gone. You don’t seem to have much strength in your arms. Your
knees are bent up and spread apart. But he’s not inside you yet.
No, please don’t,” You say. Tears are flowing again. You try to hit him but you feel so
weak. You shake your head back and forth as if to make it all go away by some kind of
willpower. But he’s still there, holding you down, reaching for his hard Blackcock.
You feel him rub his cock between your legs. You are tight and you know it’s going to
hurt. You brace yourself for what you know is going to happen and what you know you can’t
stop.
You whimper some more but not loudly enough for him to care. He positions the end of his
cock between your lips and smears it back and forth, trying to get both of you wet.
He must have dripped some pre-cum because it doesn’t feel completely dry. He reaches one
hand to your face. “Open your mouth, bitch.” You do and he sticks his fingers in your
mouth to get them wet.
Using your own spit, he rubs himself and your pussy. You hate it but you feel a tingle
deep inside. “This can’t be possible,” you think. But your pussy wants this.
He begins to push his cock into you. He’s big and you’re not prepared. It hurts so bad but
there’s nothing you can do. He has you held down so tightly and you are afraid to anger
him.
You feel him slide deeper and deeper into your vagina. It seems like it will never stop.
Finally, you feel his upper legs against your own. He’s in all the way. You feel so
violated and abused and ashamed, as if this were all your fault.
He fucks you. His cock hardens even more because you are so tight around him. He pushes
your knees even higher, spreading your opening even wider than it already was. He wants to
be as deeply inside you as he can.
He begins a rhythmic pumping. You feel your breasts jiggle back and forth to his motions.
You strain with all your might to push him away. You have some strength in your arms again
but he’s holding your wrists above your head.
His cock punishes your pussy. You feel him completely bottomed out, poking your insides
because there’s simply not enough room inside of you to take all of him.
He slows his thrusting slightly and bends his head down toward your breasts. He manages to
take your right nipple into his mouth. He bites it, hard. You almost scream partly out of
pain and partly from a perverse kind of pleasure.
You hate yourself for it but now that he’s inside you, now that the **** is complete, now
that your pussy has gotten used to his huge cock, you want it to continue.
He humps for a few more strokes and then you can tell that he’s going to cum. He pauses at
the point where he’s the most deeply embedded in your cunt, and you feel powerful squirts
of cum, pulsing into you. He quickens his strokes and the spurting subsides. He’s
finished.
He waits a moment, sucking and biting your nipples. He pulls out and stands over you.
Then, to make his **** even more degrading, he tells you, “Suck your juices off my cock.”
You have no choice but to get to your knees and take his softening cock back into your
mouth. You can taste his cum and your own wetness on him. There is still a little bit of
semen dribbling from the tip of his penis.
He pushes you back to the ground and pulls his pants up. He turns and walks away. You lie
there, your clothes torn and s**ttered, your pussy wet and dilated and hatefully
unsatisfied. You finger yourself to the awful memory of your ****, savoring the moments
and the danger and the powerlessness.
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