I was on my way home from a party and it had gotten pretty late. I was tipsy and stumbling over my feet a little as I walked, although it wasn’t too far and I refused to spend money on a taxi. I walking past all of the rowdy drunkk teenagers, trying to warm myself up by rubbing my hands together but it was little use. Eventually the crowds started fizzling out and I was back on my own again. Well- I had noticed a man a little behind me. He was attractive and smelt good from where I was standing. But I didn’t pay much mind to him. That was until I felt myself being pushed down a side street.
“Relax, you don’t have anything to worry about” the man was whispering to me as I started to panic. Bad thought after bad thought went through my mind as I felt him tie my hands together with rope. “I thought maybe we could have a little fun” he smirked as I felt my heart drop to my stomach. I tried to answer back, but my mouth had already been gagged. I shook my head at him, pleading him with my eyes, but one of his fingers was already tracing the hem of my dress between my thighs.
He hushed me as he discovered my little secret- I wasn’t wearing panties. This turned him on even more. I stayed quiet in anticipation as he began to touch me. “See that’s not so bad is it baby?” He asked me. I let out a muffled moan as he played with my clit. I could feel my body betraying me, getting wetter with every touch. I tried to move back again but it was pointless, I was backed against a wall and he began to mock me. There was something thrilling about what he was doing to me but it was so wrong. I hadn’t even realised that I’d started to cry until he wiped my tears. “Aw don’t get upset now. The fun’s just beginning”.
He pulled my dress up completely, exposing my pussy and ass to the cold wind. He slowly entered his fingers into me, shocked by how wet my pussy was, how it got tighter with every push of his fingers. I couldn’t hide my moans anymore and let my eyes roll back as he fucked me with his fingers. It felt so fucking good. “I knew you were a little slut as soon as I saw you. Look at you know you fucking whore”. I whimpered at his words, and felt overcome with guilt as I started to feel my orgasm building. He was getting faster and faster and I couldn’t hide how good it felt, how much I didn’t want him to stop. “Are you gonna cum?” You grinned. I shook my head but I was so fucking close. You took the gag out of my mouth so that you could see the pleasure on my face. You leant down and repeated yourself. “I said, are you gonna cum?”
I nodded and let myself moan properly as you kept going. I was right on the edge when you stopped and took your hand away completely, leaving me breathless and frustrated. I looked up at you with big eyes, waiting for your next move. You flipped me around and bent me over one of the bins in the street. Classy. And forcedd your hard cock inside me before I could object. Your fingers were in my mouth as you ordered me to be a good slut and suck them, as you started fucking be from behind. You’d spank me, hard. You’d pull my hair, slap me across the face and call me names as you used and abused me. My pussy was wrapped so tightly around your throbbing cock, it was exactly the release you’d been needing. Before I knew it my orgasm was building again, though I tried to keep it to myself, I didn’t want you to stop again. I controlled my breathing and stayed quiet, but you knew exactly what I was doing and started speeding up, getting rougher and harder as you fucked my pussy. “Beg for it” you ordered.
“Oh my fucking god please let me cum. It feels so good, please!” I gasped. You sped up again, your hand wrapped around my throat as you started reaching climax too. I kept begging you for it, and every word was bringing you closer and closer until finally you came inside me. The feeling of you filling me up was enough to make me cum, shaking like crazy from being used like that. After that you gave me one last spank before sending me on my way. I was nothing but a cumdump
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/moc13c/i_just_wanted_to_walk_home_but_you_had_other
One point of criticism: halfway through the pronouns change. The narrator talks in third person about the man for the first half, then suddenly changes to adressing him in second person with ‘you’. That kinda breaks immersion in my opinion, i think its better to stay with one perspective for the entirety of the story instead of mixing it up (unless the person whos point of view you’re writing from changes).
How does she beg for it if she’s gagged