Stranger in the Night
Stranger in the Night. It must have been around three in the morning when I stumbled home from the bar. My shoes in my hand and dress barely covering my ass, and makeup smeared. I had never felt this way after only a few drinks. I knew something wasn’t right, but I was too intoxicated to comprehend why.
As I reached the front door of my apartment building, a man seemed to appear out of nowhere to help hold open the door. I raised my hand, thanking him the only way I could at that moment. I could barely make it up the stairs. “What a fucking mess you are,” I thought to myself. I felt a hand reach out and grab mine. The same man was standing next to me. He offered to help me to my apartment and I was grateful for the assistance.
I dug in my purse for the keys and opened the door. Just as I looked up to thank this kind stranger, he put his hand over my mouth and pulled me inside. As much as I wanted to fight him off, I just didn’t have it in me. He flipped up my dress and tore my panties off. I felt his large cock inside of me, dry and painful. I cried out but even my cries for help came out like whispers.
He must have drugged me at the bar, or maybe he just saw a vulnerable girl walking home and decided to have his way with me.
I tried to focus on his face but the tears in my eyes made my vision foggy. He when grunting and pounding away at my pussy like a wild man. I felt like his huge cock was going to split my tight hole in two. He placed his hand around my throat. I struggled to breathe and just as I thought I was finally going to pass out, he stopped.
He pulled up his pants, buttoned his fly, and left me there on the floor. He walks out just as casually as when I first saw him. To this day I have no idea who he was or where he came from. All I know is that dick will be unforgettable.
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