I was leaving work one night when it happened..
I walked around the back to my car as I always did, being the last to leave meant that the lot was always in darkness when I left. I got to my car same as usual, unlocked it and put my bag in the back seat. Closed the back door but before I could get in to drive away, I was grabbed from behind and thrown against the car.
I was so frightened by this sudden attack that I couldn’t even scream. I was paralysed with fear. I thought I was going to die. They were going to kill me and take my car. My attacker turned me around and grabbed me by the throat. He was wearing some kind of mask and I couldn’t really make out his face, but he was strong. I tried to plead him to let me go, but no words came out.
He looked up and down at me, and as he did I realized what was about to happen. Something I feared worse than death. I was about to be raped.
He pulled me by the neck and sat me down in the seat of my car, and grabbed my hands and held them above my head. I was seemingly powerless. With his other hand he lifted his mask slightly to expose his lips. He then grabbed the bottom of my blouse and lifted it up until my bra was exposed. Pulling my bra down my breasts were now bare. He struggled to get to them though with my blouse and bra in the way. His frustration got the better of him. He ripped my blouse off and the buttons fell everywhere. My bra undid at the front, so with a little fiddling he managed to get that off as well.
My attacker had me half naked and helpless in my car 20m from my work. He grabbed my left boob roughly and leaned in, biting my nipple. It should’ve hurt but I felt numb. He continued, licking my left and then my right boob, I could smell liquor on his breath as he had his way.
He stopped for a minute to find the zipper on my skirt, and then continued biting and licking my nipples as he unzipped it. After a couple seconds, he turned his full attention to my skirt. Lifting my legs, he managed to pull my skirt off with ease. I was shaking. He put his hand on my leg, and ran it up my thigh sending a shiver up my spine. He touched my pussy through my panties. He rubbed up and down over my panties and licked his lips.
He grabbed my panties and pulled them off. Taking my right leg, he lifted it up over his shoulder and pushed my other one till they were wide open. He stretched down and put his face between my legs. His beard scratched my thigh as he moved. His wet tongue had moved from my nipple to my pussy. He licked from my asshole to my clit in one movement, sending another shiver up my spine.
My attacker licked my pussy like he had all the time in the world. Using his free hand, he spread me open and licked me while flicking my clit. I had no control but I could feel my body starting to react. It wasn’t pain, or fear, but enjoyment. It felt good. My attacker eating my pussy without my permission. Using me as he pleased. I looked down and watched his tongue dip in and out of my pussy. And suddenly my body contracted. I came, and he felt it. He took my orgasm as an invitation to continue.
He released my hands, and instead used his now free hand to finger me… His tongue and finger were both inside me, wiggling around sending my body into wave after wave of orgasm. I had cum 6 times by the time a man walked around the corner to see what was happening. He pulled my attacker from between my legs and threw him to the ground. Unable to react, I just lay there, paralysed from a flurry of fear, surprise and utter pleasure. My attacker had run off and my rescuer put my clothes back on as I just laid there..
6 months on, I still get wet and scared thinking about it..
I sometimes think of what my attackers cock would’ve been like
Big-boii: wow, what a story! Thank you anon! Please share more!