I’m in college, I don’t live far from the campus a short enough distance to walk or skate. You’re a guy in my psych class, we’ve never spoken but you watch me.
For a while, you watch me study, you watch me with my boyfriend, you think that it should be you instead of him that I’m with. Because he’s no good for me, and you’d treat me much better. You’d be nice and considerate to me. But instead of saying something, you just watch me go about my life. Until one night it becomes just too much.
I’m skating home, from my boyfriends apartment because it’s a full moon and I wanted to enjoy the nice night. Wearing my summer dress, its flowing in the wind just enough that you can tell I don’t have any underwear on.
You knew my route home, you knew I’d go through the park, because of the fun ups and downs the sidewalks have. You wait for me, knowing a good place where I’ll pass by, and you manage to push a stick out just in time to trip me. Barely catching me before I fall, you cover my mouth and tell me not to make a sound or it’ll be my last.
Pulling me into the trees behind you, you lay me on the ground on my stomach, one hand controlling my head just enough shoving my mouth into the ground so I can’t make any noise.
You tell me you’ve been watching me, wanting me, and you know I will be so happy when you give me what you have. You push my dress up my stomach, exposing my breasts as much as you can. And then I hear you unzip your pants, fumbling for a moment so you can still control my head. Your cock finally slips out of your pants and I feel it smacking against my ass. You shove your fingers into my pussy, and notice how wet I am.
Commenting on how much of a slut I am that I’m so wet for you. “What a good slut you are, I knew youd be happy about this.” I whimper into the ground at the feeling of your fingers in my pussy. Begging you to stop, trying to will my body not to react this way. But I can’t control it.
You shove your hard cock into my tight pussy, groaning at the feeling, and a grin spreads across your face as I whimper softly, and cry for you to stop. But it only makes you push harder. “Yes what a good little slut you are, I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock. You know you like this, you know you’ve wanted it too.” Shoving one finger in my ass at a time to tighten me up even more. I jump at first, scared of whats happening, but then you feel me relax. Soon, I can feel myself climbing and climbing as your cock slams into me, I can’t help but inch closer and closer to an orgasm I’m trying not to have. You shove my face even deeper into the ground as we both get closer to cumming. I can feel your strokes getting longer and deeper. Your groans telling me how fucking hot it is that youre fucking such a slut.
And then with one last deep push I can feel both of us tighten as we cum. I continue to cry into the ground, your hand still on my head as you finish. Leaning down to whisper in my ear, “now isnt that exactly what you wanted you fucking slut?” And I reluctantly shake my head yes.