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I’m still shaking… It happened late last night as I was walking home from my date.  I don’t think I slept a wink!  Normally, I wouldn’t be walking that late, but my date had a few too many cocktails to drive me home and it’s a relatively quiet town.

I was enjoying the cool damp air on my skin.  Other than the faint sound of a few early fallen leaves skittering across the concrete in the breeze and my steady footsteps, it was quiet.  I walked down the darkened alley that comes out near my back yard.  The street lamp was out and the wind began to pick up, making my short pleated skirt dance and lift.

I, suddenly, felt very exposed.  The alley was lined with trees and fences and small sheds and garages.  I saw something shift ahead of me.  I stopped short, and paused, wondering if my eyes were playing tricks on me.  I took a deep breath, sucking in the fall air, letting it fill my lungs, then swallowed and continued forward.

I took a few steps, trying to shake off the awful foreboding that had fallen over me.  Behind me, I could hear the faintest tapping of another set of shoes walking down the alley.  I didn’t dare glance over my shoulder.  I picked up my pace, and the steps behind me grew louder and quicker too.  Frantically, I started to run, but my legs had turned to jelly and I stumbled and fell.  My heart was beating out of my chest, so loud that I could barely hear the footsteps gaining on me fast.  I tried to crawl, tried to do anything to get away.  Goose pimples prickled my flesh and I could feel cold sweat seep through my skin.  Despite my terror, I knew my body as aroused from the adrenaline.  My nipples were as hard as diamonds and my panties were practically dripping with my arousal.  I felt a hand tightly grip my shoulder and I could hear a cum-curdling scream.  It was me.  I was screaming.

Then, I was silenced by a large, warm, throbbing cock being shoved into my open mouth.  I gagged and sputtered as he thrust himself deep down my gullet.  Tears streamed down my face, and I could smell his musky scent clinging to his curly pubic hair.  I was terrified and horribly turned on all at once.  I should have clawed at him, bit him, or punched him in the balls, but did I? No, my hands found themselves to my tender little bud aching with frightful excitement.  I rubbed myself through my drenched panties, and he buried himself deeper down my throat.

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