Someone fucks her, of course, though she doesn't see who

"What?" is my brilliant response, but I never get to the who as someone pounces on me, knocking my arms from beneath me, wrenching them behind my back. "Hey!" I protest, but for some reason don't scream. I know, retarded, right?

Well then the guy starts feeling me up, and instead of hollering right then and there what do I do? Right, I start moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat. I don't even object, except to hump back at him, when he stops to unzip.

Next thing I know I'm being banged like I've been fantasizing about for weeks now, only it isn't my 'darling' boyfriend, it's some stranger whose face I still haven't seen, and he hasnt' even bothered with foreplay. The nerve!

Well if he's not going to put in the effort I'm going to do my damndest to make sure I get to.... aw crap.

The fucker slams into me and I can feel the motherfucker squirting inside me. Figures, I finally get fucked after a month of torturous abstinence and the guy's a gerbil in bed. Or in the alley. Or whatever.

Anyway, he shoves me, sending me sprawling and squawking, and I'm only halfway to my orgasm before I hear him running away.

"Dammit! I didn't cum! Get back her and finish me, you asshole!" I yell, for which I can only blame my frustration. I mean, I'm in a dark alley, I've just been technically raped, and I'm calling for anyone who can hear me to fuck me? Okay, not my brightest moment, but I'm so tired of being turned away from a good fucking.

To think I actually threw away all my dildos and vibrators and sex toys when I shacked up with Anthony. I mean, guys are funny. You give the slightest indication that you can get off with a sex toy instead of with them and they have a hissy fit.

I swear as I push up from the ground. Somehow I've torn one of the spaghetti straps, turning my tiny minidress into an off-the-shoulder. Frowning at it I decide to try and remove the strap entirely so it at least looks planned. I just hope it doesn't hang weird, but I think I'm busty enough to make it stay on even without straps.

Which gives me an idea. One spaghetti strap would be an obvious fashion mistake, so I do some tugging, find a bit of broken glass and manage to remove both straps. Now it's a strapless that my firm boobs hold up. they don't hold it up all that well, but it looks like a daring mini that shows the top of my creamy breasts and gives the impression that one good tug would have it at my ankles. Which it would.

Fashion malfunction fixed I just have to figure out how to fix my horniness. Maybe I could go back in and find another guy to finish the job. I mean, I've already been fucked, which means I already cheated, so what's the harm?