She walked with her head down, hood up and music blasting through her headphones. Her awkward shyness seeping through every pore. Every insecurity playing through her mind. Her feet moving in time with the music as she walks through the park, towards the woods.
The dilapidated house at the far end of the woods was her quiet place. Where she could clear her brain. She had managed to restore the chairs and table for somewhere to sit and read. It was quiet, apart from the occasional rustle from the wildlife.
She would have heard him matching her steps if it wasn’t for the music. Walking pace by pace, far enough behind that no one will notice him following her.
It was warm enough weather that the park was packed. Kids and adults playing, sunbathing, having a few drinks with friends. The perfect Saturday.
As she approached the house, she turned down her music and removed her headphones. Silence. A deep breath, and a long sigh. She could breath without the city sounds suffocating her. Smothering her voice.
She heaved open the door, and went inside.
He was watching from a distance. Hard with dripping with pre-cum, soaking into his tight boxers. He was ready to hold her down and fuck her hard.
She sat at the table, her flask of hot tea on the side, steaming. Her kindle paperwhite in her hand, finally relaxing after a tough week of working.
The creak of the floorboards broke the spell that she was in. As she turned he grabbed her by the head. One had over the mouth, the other holding the back of her head roughly.
Her scream was stuck in her throat. Warm urine running down her bare legs, instantly regretting the dress. Cursing herself for feeling that regret more than fearing what was about to happen.
She could feel his rock solid cock against her belly as her legs buckled beneath her.
He backed her against the table. Removing his hand from behind her head, he pushed her backwards, making sure her pussy was close enough to the edge of the table. His free hand pushing the flask onto the floor then taking the knife out of his back pocket and holding it against her throat.
“Make any noise and I will slit your throat” he growls at her, removing his hand from her mouth, slowly.
His hand pull her wet underwear to the side and sinks his fingers deep inside her wet crevice. Noticing her body jerking while he moves his fingers inside. Pumping. He drops the knife and holds her throat. Squeezing against her carotid. Knowing, from experience, she will go dizzy.
Her hands grabbing at his as she feels the dizziness and lack of air starting to affect her motor skills.
That’s when he sees his chance to unzip his tight jeans. His hard dick standing strong against the fabric. He pulls it out, and rubs the tip against her dripping, sensitive clit. She involuntarily bucks her hips.
He removed his fingers and slams his cock into her with such a force that the table moves and becomes unsteady below them. Creaking and rocking with each thrust until it collapses under them.
His hand slips from her throat, as they fall to the floor. She gasps for air, she lets out a wild laugh and asks him if he is hurt. He hold her face tenderly “you did a shit job of repairing the table, baby” he chuckles.
He kisses her deeply, starts thrusting slowly and deeply. Her moans getting louder and her hips grinding in time with his. “I loved how scared you were, when you pissed yourself, I got so fucking solid” his voice low and animalistic in her ear. He grabbed her braless tits and nibbled her earlobe as an orgasm crash through her body.
Her pussy tightening around his cock, forcing thick streams of cum out. His head on her shoulder, panting, lips kissing her neck.
As they hold each other, “thank you for playing along for me, baby. I know it was difficult for you to do it” “baby, that was so fucking hot. I’d happily do it again for you, but not here! It’s falling apart” he laughs.
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