When I was 18, I dangerously let a strange pervert fuck me in an alley [FM]

This happened almost 5 years ago. I don’t think I would behave at all in the same way if I found myself in this situation again, but I suppose that’s what growth is for, lol

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I was riding the bus home from college in May, 2018. My bus route was long, and I was usually one of, if not the very last person, to get off of the bus. On this particular day, there was just me and some man downstairs. I can’t remember if there were people upstairs.

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I was standing near the front of the bus, and I remember putting my phone in my purse and looking around the bus, to check who else was left on the bus. That’s when I saw this man, who looked like he was in his 40s, if not his 50s, quite blatantly either photographing me or filming me. I was filled with rage and disgust.

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I went up to the bus driver to let him know. “Excuse me, that man at the back of the bus, I think he’s been filming me, or taking photos of me.” I said. The driver asked if I had proof, and when I didn’t, he might as well have told me to fuck off.

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I was fuming. As usual, women in society weren’t believed, or taken seriously. My anger overcame me, and I stormed to the back of the bus and sat down on the seat opposite the man. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing you prick?” I asked him. I was quite a foul mouthed teenager, and I’m still quite foul mouthed sometimes nowadays.

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I remember him well. He was fat, not morbidly obese, but definitely decently overweight. He was very pale. His hair was short, and black, and he was clean shaven. Honestly, he didn’t look like the type to be filming girls on the bus.

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He looked at me for a few seconds. First, he looked down to my legs, and I could see his eyes scanning my mostly bare legs, skipping over my denim shorts, and moving onto my black crop taking in my exposed belly, and then focusing on my admittedly barely concealed tits. I was about to repeat my question.

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“I like gingers.” He said, quite matter of factly. I was taken aback by this. To be honest, I thought if I confronted him, he’d squirm and apologise, like when you see it happen in the videos on YouTube. But he didn’t. He wasn’t phased at all by me confronting him.

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“I… What did you say?” I asked. I knew I sounded a lot less angry now, though it wasn’t intentional.

“I said I like gingers. Especially when they dress like that.” He said. I was shaking now, with the adrenaline, the anger. He basically said I dressed like a whore, or at least, that’s how I interpreted it. Not that he was mistaken.

“Well, I don’t fucking care what you like. Whatever photos or videos you took of me delete them!” I said, trying to sound angry again. He laughed in my face, and shook his head.

“No, I don’t think so. You look so fucking hot in these photos, I’m going to cum to these for weeks. Do you always get this bus?” He asked. Despite my attempts to try and intimidate him (Which now, I can admit was a dumb tactic), he wasn’t having it. He was in control here.

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When I was younger, I used to inexplicably get incredibly turned on when I felt powerless in a situation. And honestly, this was one of the times I’d ever felt the most powerless. I don’t know if it happens anymore, I haven’t felt powerless in years.

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I could feel myself getting wet. I sat there in a stunned silence for a few seconds. I looked out the window, and realised the next stop was mine. I looked back to him, his eyes were fixated on my 34B sized tits.

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“Next stop is mine.” I said, and my voice was a bit shaky. I didn’t say anything, but I touched above his knee, and then nodded my head towards the bus door. The bus driver was probably awfully confused when he saw the two of us getting off the bus together, given my complaints just a few minutes ago.

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I had no idea why, but I wanted to please this man. It felt like he had power over me, I felt like I owed him this. “Follow me.” I said, shortly after the bus drove off. I looked around – the street was mostly quiet, bar a couple of people walking around. I hadn’t realised the height difference on the bus, but he was a lot bigger than me – I’d guess around 6’2″, compared to my 5’3. He was fat, and I was skinny. I looked up to his face, and he actually seemed a bit confused, but he willingly followed me.

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We didn’t walk for long, probably about 2-3 minutes before I led him down an old alleyway which had a dead end. Nobody ever came here. He had been following behind me, and I turned around to look at him. He still looked confused. Part of me wanted to try slap him. Another part of me wanted to strip for him.

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“I do always get that bus, by the way.” I said to him, answering his earlier question, and I leant back against a wall. I smiled at him. “We’ll be left alone here. What do you want?” I asked him. I felt like a whore, literally.

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He looked around, I assume to check if anybody was around. “Is this supposed to be some sort of prank?” He asked, and he almost sounded angry. I liked that a lot.

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“It’s not a prank.” I said, shaking my head. I pulled the front of my top down and my tits fell out, and that was enough to convince him. He stepped forward and grabbed them, hungrily. He was breathing heavily, and I let out quiet moans as he spent a few seconds squeezing them, pinching my nipples. His hands were big, and he easily grabbed my entire breasts. He then stopped, and moved to undo his pants.

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I stopped him, and looking him in the eyes, I undid his belt buckle and then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock wasn’t great, in hindsight. Probably barely 5 inches, but it looked clean at least. I cupped his balls with my left hand and I stroked his cock with my right hand, all the while maintaining eye contact with him. “Is it okay?” I asked him, seeking approval.

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He was moaning, and he nodded his head at me. I felt good, now. I looked behind him, making sure there was still nobody around. Still holding onto his cock and balls, I dropped to my knees, and licked around the tip of his cock while I jerked the cock and massaged the balls. I let go of his cock and moved my mouth forward, taking every inch of it quite easily, and then bobbing my head back and forth. His moans grew louder, and he gripped my head. “I’m gonna cum…” He moaned out. I was ready, and I started moving my head faster, but then he pulled his cock away from me. “Get up.” He said.

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I was soaking at this stage, and thought I was about to make him cum, but he had other ideas. I did as he said and he leaned down, pinning me against the wall, and kissing me. I didn’t like the kiss. His mouth tasted dirty, and it felt like he was shoving his whole tongue down my throat. Thankfully, he didn’t last for long, and he kissed down my neck, down past my tits, down past my belly, and then he fumbled with my zipper on my shorts. He was struggling, so I did it for him, and my shorts fell to the ground, with my red thong.

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He got on his knees this time, and to my surprise, he blew my mind with his oral skills, which I wasn’t expecting after the kiss. He moved passionately, hungrily, but never made me uncomfortable. He gently licked around my clit and two of his fingers found their way into my pussy, and he fingered me in a rhythm that matched the way he was moving his tongue.

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“Oh my fucking god… That’s so fucking good, fuck!” I moaned out, and I placed my hands on his head. I remember his hair being too short to grab onto properly. This man was giving me the best head I’d ever had (at the time).

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He kept going for about 5 minutes, and I could feel my orgasm building inside of me. “Fuck, fuck… I’m going to cum.” I moaned, and I held onto his shoulders. The orgasm ruptured through me and my body shook and pulsed in waves as I felt pure ecstasy and bliss. He pulled away when I was done, and stood up.

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He groped my tits again for a couple of seconds, and then told me to turn around, so I did. My hands leant on the wall and he kicked my legs apart a bit, making me spread them wider. He smacked my ass, a bit too roughly. I moaned for him anyway. I felt his cock lining up with me, and I looked back towards him. “Don’t cum inside me.” I asked him. He looked back into my green eyes, but didn’t say anything, or give any indication like a nod or a shake of the head.

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His cock entered me, and I turned my face forward as I moaned. “Ohh, oh fuck.” I moaned. My palms were on the wall and he held me by my hips as he fucked me. I felt his belly resting on my ass. “Yes, oh yes.” I moaned, trying to encourage him. The fucking wasn’t as good as the head he had just given me.

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I looked back to him again, he was visibly sweating and his breathing was heavier than before. He had a look of concentration on his face. His eyes went from my ass to my eyes. “Let me know when you’re going to cum.” I said. The fucking slowed down, and I wasn’t enjoying myself as much.

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“Stop, stop.” I said, and he did, but he stayed inside of me. I rotated my hips against him, trying to take more control of the fucking. He moaned for me, and my own moans got louder as I was enjoying myself more. I moved myself faster against him, my own breathing becoming heavier, my heart racing. I thought about the situation I as in now, letting this stranger fuck me in public, and I got more turned on. “Fuck me hard!” I moaned to him, and stopped moving my hips.

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It was better now. His grip on my hips tightened and he fucked me, faster and harder than he had been before. I think it was as fast and as hard as he could go. It felt good. “Oh yes baby, oh yes, fuck me.” I moaned. I admit, I tried to act a bit too much like a pornstar when I was younger. “Fuck my tight little pussy.”

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His moans grew louder, his breathing heavier, and the fucking maintained its pace for a couple of minutes, before he let out one loud grunt, and all of a sudden, stopped thrusting. His cock was buried right inside of me, and my stomach sank as I felt his cum shooting inside of me.

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Panting, he pulled out and took a couple of steps back. I stood up straight and looked at him. I wanted to be angry, but I felt scared now. The realisation of what I had just done – taking this strange pervert off of the bus to fuck me, was kicking in. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me as he started to put his pants back on.

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I hurriedly pulled my thong and shorts up, popped my tits into the bra and walked away in a hurry. I looked back, he wasn’t trying to follow me, to my relief. I was cursing myself for letting this happen. What was I thinking?

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Thankfully, I was, and still am, on the pill, so there was no baby to worry about, but my fear was that I’d catch some horrible STI from this man. Luckily, I was all clear afterwards when I went for a test, and my fear just turned to regret, and occasional glee when I thought of that day.

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I’d never do it now, but I’m glad I did it then.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11yxdcc/when_i_was_18_i_dangerously_let_a_strange_pervert