(M/F) Rescue arrives, but not in time to save you from getting filled with cum

To your shock you suddenly hear a 'ding', followed by a different, non-muffled voice from ahead of you. "Yes, I can hear you, I know you're inside! I'm bringing my tools! Asana, go tell her it'll be alright!"

While you feel a pair of hips grinding against your butt and can feel the swollen cock inside of you throbbing, you see a middle-aged south asian woman in a dress skipping in your direction, and hurriedly pull your hands away from your tits. Behind her comes a short middle-aged man, struggling under the weight of a heavy satchel of power tools slung over his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness!" The woman, Asana, says with concern. "A heroine! I'm so sorry. My husband and I had to close our store for a few hours for our son's wedding reception when we couldn't find anyone to cover for us."

Your jaw drops open and you pant noncommittally. The woman comes up to you with concern. "Ah! I can tell that you're hurt and exhausted. Samir! Call the ambulance before you worry about getting to try and get her out, they might say we should leave her there so we don't cause more harm."

All this time, out in the back alley, the man fucking you has been pausing, barely moving. You can't tell if he heard the commotion inside, or if he stopped moving because he was about to climax and wanted to extend his pleasure.

"I saw this on the television... Hey, hey! Look at me! Can you see how many fingers I am holding up?" the lady in front of you raises two fingers.

"N-no need to make such a fuss, y'all..." you say weakly, forcing yourself to smile. "I'm just a little stressed, I guess. I don't need an ambulance, I promise. Just let me... try again to get myself out first..."

**** to avoid adding injury to insult by getting a load of anonymous semen blasted into you, you start bucking backwards with your ass, trying to knock the guy in the alley away from you. Unfortunately, your hasty decision backfires. You can hear him groan and push himself as deep as he can go inside of you... and then you feel his cock start throbbing and shaking. There's a feeling of something hot and slimy inside of you. "Damn... I take back every... unghh... bad thing I ever said about this city..."

"SHIT! NO, NO!" you shout, twisting your body from side to side. You're helpless to get away as the bad samaritan on the other side of the wall empties his nuts into you. His grip loosens, and with a hearty sigh, he pulls his softening cock out of your cunt, giving your buttocks one last satisfied pat.

The store owners are staring at you in concern. "Uh. Sorry... for my language. Just tried to get myself out and... frustrated I'm not strong enough." you say weakly, hoping it isn't too noticeable how your hard nipples are poking through your outfit.

Your sensitive hearing picks up more obnoxiously satisfied chuckling from the raspy voice of the guy in the alley. "Ah, she didn't like that." He zips himself back up. "Damn, I guess I was letting my dick do my thinking for me there, that wasn't the best idea. What if this bitch gets knocked up?"

Feeling his hot, slimy cum starting to bead up and dribble from your pussy, a droplet oozing down to tickle your clit, you are screaming internally as you **** yourself to smile politely for the store owners.

Giving your bottom another double-handed squeeze, the guy outside pulls the crotch of your gauzy white swimsuit back into place, covering up your cum-dripping snatch. "Oh well. I guess that's her problem. See you around, Miss Lynn! Been a pleasure!"

As much as you should be furious that he is getting away, you're just as glad that he's finally walking off, and that you're getting rescued by some ACTUAL good citizens before another bad one comes along and has the same idea. Asana offers you some soda water while Samir starts cutting a hole in the wall using a circular saw. Drinking the carbonated beverage only serves to remind you that you need to sprint home faster than you've ever sprinted before and give yourself a douche, followed by a hot shower.

It is **** to have to be polite and come up with innocent explanations for how you got here, what your heroine name is and your powers. Since you did sorta break their wall you can't deny it when the cheerful shopowner couple asks for you to pose for a photograph, sign an autograph, and promise them you'll ask the heroine 'Splendid Opal' if she could make an appearance at the birthday of their youngest daughter, who is halfway to turning 16. Even as you're posing for their photograph, you're feeling considerably less comfortable now that you were stuck in the wall, hoping that they can't see the wet spot in the crotch of your costume where the cum dripping out of your pussy is pooling, held in place by the tight fabric.

Oh, hell, you think: on top of everything else there's another version of you out there. Which means when you re-merge you are going to have to experience the shock of knowing that this happened all over again. You hope she/you is having a better day than you are.