1. The Back Alley by loyalsock


    Date: 10/21/2015, Categories: Anal Hardcore Voyeur, Author: loyalsock, Source: xHamster

    She walked down the alley into the shadows as she had been told to do. She could see nothing as the light slowly dwindled and the darkness took hold. She wondered, why here? Why had he told her to meet him in this filthy back alley? Of all the places they could have met, all the places that would have been...safer? Why did he want her walking down a deserted alley alone? That's when she felt him there. She couldn't see him really, he was hidden in the shadows, but she felt him. His was a presence that was unmistakable. She stopped. She waited, she knew he would speak and reassure her and let her know she was safe. She knew he wouldn't leave her wondering and afraid. Or would he. The figure came out of the shadows so fast she didn't have time to react. She tried to turn but was caught broadside and slammed into the brick wall. As she tried to turn back to see her assailant she felt his hand grasp a great bunch of her hair and her face was pressed into the wall hard enough that her lip was cut by her front teeth. A trickle of bl**d salted her mouth as she tried to open it to scream. &#034Shut the fuck up.&#034 A deep, dangerous voice growled at her. The voice seemed to penetrate into her and release her worst fears. It didn't sound like him. Or did it? Her mind was befuddled by panic; she couldn't tell, maybe... Was it him? She wanted to cry. He had scared her, if that was his intent, but it became very quickly apparent that was not his intent. His hand grabbed the silk blouse ...
    ... she was wearing and ripped it open and her tits fell free to the night air. She wanted to scream, to fight back but, she felt all limp inside. All she really knew was that she wanted to cry badly. She wanted to sob and curl into a ball and wake up safe in bed. He laughed as he grabbed her tits and squeezed them. It was an evil laugh of mockery and control and power. She blushed. Some hidden part of her, some part that she denied, some deep seated dark corner of her, some place she would never admit to in the light, liked it. He pinched her nipples and pulled them until she let out a little squeal and then he laughed again and pressed her face harder against the wall. His rough hand grabbed her ass and squeezed. She adjusted herself slightly so that his hand could grab her easier. What the fuck am I doing? He mind screamed at her. She spread her legs slightly for him and tears began to flow and she silently prayed. Dear God, forgive me, I want to be taken. His hand began to lift her silk skirt and found her bare ass. He growled and laughed and made comments about sluts and thong panties -- always just about ready to be fucked. She blushed but said nothing in return. His fingers pushed between her thighs and he felt her wetness and heat. He laughed and slapped her ass hard enough to make her squeal again. &#034I knew it. Watching you, I knew you wanted to get fucked. Fucking whore. Watching you walk down the alley...you were hoping, praying for someone like me, praying to be a ...
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