You got off at the same stop as the pervert...and he's waiting

You realize, with a sinking horror, that the only two people who got off on this exit were you and the pervert who had defiled you. The bus was almost two blocks away now. You wished you'd thought it through, but you didn't.

He was there; milling around in the bushes at the edge of the bus stop. You turned to start walking down the street, when you heard it. "Hey, hey white girl!" You looked around, and realized that the only other people on the street were either purposefully not paying attention or so high on whatever their vice was they didn't care. You pick up your pace, and curse the jean skirt you wore as it severely hampers your stride. His voice is getting stronger, louder.

You turn down a side street, and another, and another. Your delicate feet aren't used to this. You find yourself slowing, and yet his voice is always behind you. "Hey, white girl..."

Finally, you turn down an alley. You are halfway down it when you realize its a dead end. You take a deep breath, then another. "Hey! White girl!" you hear behind you. You turn, and yell "WHAT!?"

He is standing there, a black shape sillouetted against the neon signs and the passing headlights. He is coming towards you, a looming figure in the darkness of the alley. "I knew you'se awake on dat bus. I can tell." he said. You froze, your chest heaving as he approached. "I always know. Dat's why I chose you." he said. His silhouette coming more into focus as he approached. "So howsabout me make it a proper introduction" he said as you felt his hand on your arm.

You screamed, and turned, and hit a brick wall. Instantly, he was on you. You felt the cold brick on your body as he pressed you against it. His thick, calloused fingers pushed your jean skirt upward and you felt his feet kick your legs apart.

"Don't..." you pleaded as he ripped your panties from your body. His hand was at the back of your neck, pushing your face into the cold, brick wall. You felt his swollen member press against your sex, still stained with his cum, as he said

"What, you don' think poor homeless nigga's can use the library to send some messages when fools leave their e mails open?" You glanced back over your shoulder, as you felt his thick, long slide into you. You gasped as you felt your hymen rip asunder, and stifled a moan as his full length filled you...