For context I am a single business women, coming from a decently wealthy family. I’ve never been interested in romance, and until recently never had sex. I have a short stature and very large breasts, that have always made me the target of catcalls and mens passing gazes. This was probably one of the factors that turned me away from dating.
Although annoying, my curvy features were not all bad, and I learned that I could use them to my advantage in the corporate world. This means that often my outfits are slightly revealing, which, although helpful, does attract a lot of unwanted attention as well. One of my deepest secrets is that sometimes I enjoy being looked at, and during my occasional masturbation sessions, it was often at the forefront of my mind.
About a year ago, I was walking the short distance from my office to my apartment, late after staying overtime. My tight clothes were quite revealing, due to the meeting with a pervy man I had recently had. I never noticed him until he was right behind me, and didn’t think to scream until he had already gagged me. It happened so quick, it was like I had been teleported into the dark ally, helpless under the grip of this dark, shadowy, man. I was in shock, and unable to move or think until I felt his hand on my pussy, his rough hands the first man’s ever to caress its surface.