The easy way

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. You could resist, but what good would that do you? It would mean getting the police involved, and what if they notice you have no documents? The risk of resisting was just to much.

“Easy…” you whisper back.

The man raises his head back up. You couldn’t help but blush at how weak you felt in comparison to this man’s strength. You felt him lift up your skirt. He let out a whistle once he saw your lack of panties. For some reason, it was not the fear of what this man would do to you that filled your body. Instead you were filled with the fear of being seen. What would happen if someone noticed? You would have no defense, after all, you didn’t even try to resist him. What would people think of you? What would they say to you? Would you ever be able to show your face in town again?

You suppressed a yelp as his hand cupped your pussy. You feel him work his palm back and forth along your cunt, his grasp firm and controlling. You feel a strange warmth begin to emanate from your crotch in response to this treatment.

His spare hand reaches up from his side and gently squeezes one breast at at time. You feel him working his fingers under and around them, most likely getting a feel of what they were like. Luckily, the beige sweater you’re wearing means he can’t get directly to your breasts without taking the whole thing off. You find comfort in the retention of this small bit of modesty.

You feel his hand of your mound shift. His palming stops, and instead starts running his fingers up and down your pussy lips. His hand on your chest latches on to your right breast over your clothes and begins attempting to massage your nipple through your bra.

Overcome by these strange emotions, your body begins to act almost on its own. You feel your face blush red with embarrassment. You smell a damp aroma wafting up from your moistening cunt. Your chest begins to heave, pushing your hardening nipples against your bra. Never before had you expected arousal quite like this.

You lost track of time. This **** on your scenes began to feel like a never ending eternity of shame and pleasure. A constant battle of hiding your arousal from those around you. Swallowing moans and pressing yourself back against your harasser.

You hear a dripping sound below you. You look down and are horrified to see that your arousal had run down your thighs, or simply feel straight from your cunt, to form a small puddle at your feet.

Your hand shot up to cover your mouth as your groper seemed to be done with playing games. A feeling of fullness rose inside you as two of the fingers that had been previously groping you suddenly shot upward into your cunt.

You feel him thrust several times before giving in. The warmth of your crotch spreads throughout your entire body, and you feel your sodden cunt desperately contract around the invading fingers. Like the wings of a butterfly, your cunt spasms on his fingers as your juices flows like a small stream.

It takes several minutes for the orgasmic bliss to fade. Leaving you flushed and panting, with the man’s fingers inside of you the only thing keeping your wobbly legs standing. Final, it was over.

Then he leans over and whispers in your ear,

“Now it’s my turn.”