Parisa

You direct your gaze to Parisa and a bright flash of red fills your vision as an intensely vivid memory forces its way into your mind. You find yourself standing at the center of a bakery shop, surrounded by pastries of all shapes, sizes and colors. "I didn't expect this." You comment to yourself. Looking out the storefront window, you note that it's nighttime. You reach for a bear claw sitting atop a column of trays but your hand phases through the physical object. Although the ground feels solid beneath your feet you find yourself unable to touch anything and can freely walk through objects. After a moment of quickly amusing yourself with the warped laws of physics, your attention turns to the register.

There behind the counter stands Parisa, with her angel face, she's dressed in a white sweater and ruffled black skirt beneath a violet apron. She carefully wraps a bow around a small cake for an elderly customer. She waves to the kindly old woman as she exits the store. " This is a weird fantasy..." You say to yourself. You feel a brief sense of shame as you reflect on the perversity of your own fantasies.

" Parisa, I'm heading upstairs to prepare dinner, can you lock up?" A voice calls from the back room.

"Yes, mom!" Parisa shouts back. She removes her apron and delicately folds it onto the countertop. She makes her way over to the door, flipping the open sign over. However just as she reaches for the sign, the door opens. A tall man in a long coat enters, his face hidden beneath his hat, he asks if they're still open. Parisa smiles and replies "Of course."

At the counter the man asks for a box of red velvet cookies for his daughter. As Parisa turns, the man specifies that he'd like the ones from the bottom shelf. Parisa obliges, bending over to retrieve the cookies, her ruffled skirt rides up, exposing her lacy white panties to the tall stranger. She rings him up and the man departs with a simple thank you. Parisa locks the door behind him, turning off the lights and begins sweeping the floor of loose crumbs.

You follow her as she makes her way to the back. You watch as she props open the back door with an empty bucket and she makes her way across the brickstone alley to a pair of dented trash cans. You're startled by the loud roar of the door slamming shut. parisa and you both look over to see the bucket laying on its side and the tall stranger standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry, was there something wrong with the cookies?" Parisa asks the man. The stranger calmly walks over to her, explaining there was no issue with the treats. The man towers over Parisa whose legs seem to be trembling. The man reaches out and runs his thumb along her lower lip commenting on her beauty. She tries to excuse herself but as she tries to walk away the man wraps his arm around her pulling her body to his.

Parisa screams and kicks her legs trying to break the man's hold but he's undeterred. he gropes her breasts as she continues to struggle against him. He slides a hand beneath her sweater, fondling her modest bust and complimenting her on her size. Parisa continues to try and escape his hold when he forces her over the trash can. Her body is pressed against the cold steel lid as the man forcefully jerks her panties down her thighs. With one hand the man holds her down as he unzipped himself with the other. Parisa hides her face in the palm of her hands and you hear her sobbing as the man thrusts into her. Parisa's feet are grounded only by the tips of her toes as the man's cock enters her. The lid of the can rattles as the man thrusts in and out of her. She no longer resists as the man grips her tightly by her hips.

You watch the scene in shock and are further dumbfounded as Parisa's cries turn to moans and groans of pleasure. She no longer hides her face as she asks the man to do it harder. Without verbally acknowledging her request, the man slows his pace and begins slamming himself deeper inside her. Parisa lifts herself onto her elbows, now bracing herself against the can on her own as the man fucks her from behind. She lifts her arms and let's the man remove her sweater. she flicks her bra open from her front, allowing the man to grope at her bare breasts, teasing her nipples through his fingers. She embraces him in a kiss breaking it only once she's reached cllimax. Her body spasms and her legs give out as she falls to her knees. She turns to find herself at eye level with the stranger's throbbing cock. He gives it a quick tug before blasting his seed all over her. The stranger zips himself up and walks away as Parisa is left on the floor panting with her face and breasts covered in the stranger's cum.

"Holy shit." You comment as the world around you fades to a dark red hue before shattering around you. You find yourself back in the cafeteria starring at Parisa eating her salad. She notices your gaze.

"Something on your mind?" She asks you

"Uhh.."