3:33 a.m. :: 2002-03-29
Fucked on the Street
This is my first try at writing erotica. I hope you like it. Enjoy.
It was a dark, gloomy day and Karen was walking aimlessly down the street. She was tired from a long day cooking and cleaning her house and has decided to take a walk to relax. As she walked, she realized that there were footsteps behind her. She thought nothing of it at first. Just someone going the same way she was.
15 minutes passed by with the footsteps still behind her. She had reached a part of town that few people traveled to and she became more and more aware of the fact that the footsteps seemed to be getting closer. The footsteps had been about ten feet behind her and now they sounded more like five. Her heart began beating so fast that it sounded like a drum was in her head.
She though to her self, �how do I get out of here?� She had come to the terrifying realization that she was lost. She looked for something familiar. While reading street names she�d never heard before, staring at buildings hoping that something would strike her memory, she quickened her pace.
Suddenly she turned into ally with a dead end. She wasn�t carrying any sort of money and wasn�t wearing any jewelry except her wedding ring. Who ever it was wasn�t going to gain much. She hoped to God that he didn�t try to take her wedding ring. She had been married very happily for 15 years and she thought she would die if her took it from her.
Hesitantly, she turned around to face her predator and was shocked by what she saw. He was an ncredibly handsome man who looked to be about 20. He had dark brown hair and determined green eyes. She guessed that he was about 7 feet tall whereas she was 5�5. He didn�t look scary at all. In fact the look on his face said that he didn�t want to do this. He wasn�t holding a gun or a knife. She thought, �he must intend to only take it out if I struggle.� He had
to have one with him. Who would try to rob someone without a weapon? Maybe he intended to use brute force.
They stood there staring at each other for what seemed like hours, though it must have only been
minutes. She was growing impatient and finally she said, �do whatever you�ve got to do quickly, I have to get home by 5 so that I can take a chicken out of the oven.�
The man with the determined green eyes looked down at his feet and then back at her again, but this time the look on his eyes held desire. With a toss of his head he said, �what exactly do think I�m going to do to you?�
Karen had not been expecting a question and she faltered for a moment. With the same determination she had seen in his eyes earlier, she said, �well, I had assumed you were going to try to rob me, but now it seems like you are going to bore me to death!�
The man laughed a loud, dark laugh that sent chills down her spine. He came close and whispered maliciously, �by the time I�m done with you, you are going to wish that all I did was rob you.� Panic shook her whole body. He grabbed her around her waist and pushed her into the brick wall behind her. He kissed aggressively, his tongue exploring all the corners of her mouth. At first she resisted but, it felt so good that she gave in. She said with a sly
look on her face, she whispered, �I think I�m going to like what you do to me.�
His hands reached for her breasts and slowly worked circles around her already hardened nipples. She moaned softly as he squeezed them hard. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head in one swift motion. Now, he was sucking on her neck, moving down towards her breasts. He reached his hands behind her back and undid her bra. He began sucking on her nipples, stopping once every minute, teasing her.
She felt her self growing wetter and wetter. She wanted his fingers inside her. She reached down and pulled of her shoes and socks while he licked up and down her spine. She practically ripped her skirt off. She wanted him so badly. She laid down on the hard cement and spread her legs wide. He took his clothes of and laid in between he legs. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly button and each of her thighs. She began moaning loudly. He was teasing her again. She felt herself coming towards her climax, but she needed his fingers in her pussy before she could reach it.
He put his fingers inside of her slowly massaging her swollen clit in circles. She felt her body begin to tremble, but she wasn�t there yet. He began forcing his finger in deeper and deeper faster and faster and just as she was about to go over the edge he stopped. Now, she was shaking so hard from the pressure that she began screaming, �put your fingers back in me you asshole!� He smiled and went back at it only faster and harder. She moaned loudly as her climax ripped through her like an earthquake tearing at every muscle in her body.
She relaxed and tried to catch her breath. In all the years she�d been married to her husband, she
had never had a climax like that. He licked his fingers and began kissing her again. She could taste
herself on his tongue. His mouth was hot and the sweet taste of herself was driving her wild. She
wanted him inside her now. Not his fingers but his cock. She looked down and nearly cummed just seeing the size of it. She grabbed it with both hands slowly rubbing it up and down. It was slick with precum and she could feel the pressure throbbing in her hands. He moaned softly.
She guided his cock toward her dripping wet pussy. She could feel the pressure building again. She rubbed the head of his cock around the lips of her pussy and then shoved it inside. She grabbed his ass and pulled him down inside her. It went deeper than she had ever thought a cock could go. He began pushing it in and taking it out, each time going deeper and deeper. She thought she would go insane if he got any faster and just then he did. He entire
body shook so hard that tears filled her eyes. She bucked and yelled as this new climax took it�s toll on her already ravaged body and just as her climax ended he cummed and the force of his juices spraying into her pussy caused her to cum with him.
They lay there exhausted, on the cold cement. Something tingled at the back of her mind and she
could think of what it could be. He got up and pulled on his clothes as the reality struck her. �Oh
my God,� she thought, �I have to get home!� She got up, put on her clothes and ran back the way she came.
To this day, every time she has sex with her husband, she thinks about the stalker who fucked her
on the street. Her husband always satisfies her needs and she is happily married, but she wonders
where the stranger is and cringes at the thought, that he might be fucking someone else.
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