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Late night in a lonely garageLate night in a lonely garageI moaned as I knew another late night at the office was behind me. I felt relieved and happy to go home finally.I glanced at my watch and saw now it was past midnight. But Victor was not waiting me at home; as usual, my loving husband was in a boring long business trip away from town…Then I turned off the lights and walked out from my office. The building was mostly dark, with a few lights on to make the halls navigable. I took the elevator to the lobby. The night guard was apparently on his rounds.Stepping out, I crossed the street to the garage.I had left Victor’s car on the third floor. Not a long climb; so I chose the stairs. I saw our car there; the only one in the middle of the floor…I was about to unlock her car when a hand covered my mouth from behind. Something cold and sharp pressed against my throat. “Don’t scream. Don’t fight, bitch” A deep man’s voice hissed on my ear.The man pulled my wrists behind my back, uncovering my mouth…“Please, do not hurt me, I beg you” I cried.But my hair was yanked hard, and the man showed me the big knife he held. Then I felt something wrapped around my wrists, tied behind me.I heard a tearing sound. A silver duct tape went over my mouth; as the man stayed carefully behind me.Then he made me lean over the hood of my car.“What a hot piece of ass you are, bitch. My lucky day” He growled…My purse was set on the hood next to my face. The man was checking the contents. He saw my driver’s license and said I lived in a nice neighborhood… He might have to visit me some time…He was looking through my gaziosmanpaşa escort phone now, laughing at the picture of my husband there…He dropped my phone back in the purse and then he placed his knife on the hood, in front of my eyes. He yanked my head back by the hair and growled in my ear:“Listen, bitch. This is how it’s going to be. I will fuck that fine ass of yours. I am going to enjoy it. And you will keep quiet. You will not tell anyone..”The stranger was leaning on my back, making me bend completely over the hood. Then I felt him lift my skirt. I heard him fumbling with his belt, dropping his pants down.Then I felt him pulling on my panties. But he did not want to struggle with them: he just picked up his knife and then my panties were cut off from my body.I wanted to struggle, but I knew it was useless. There was no one to help. The place was deserted. I was at the mercy of that unknown bastard…His rough fingers started probing my pussy lips. They got wet in just seconds and he noticed it.“Hmmm bitch, I did not even touch you and you are so wet and dripping…”He yanked my hair again, asking me if I was going to be a good girl…I nodded, thinking that was what I needed to do. His fingers were still probing my tight cunt. He was caressing my clit now. Then I felt myself moistening too much. His playing with my clit was drawing a response from my body. I felt two fingers slipping deep inside my wet cunt… Very easily; I was already very wet.That finger was sliding in and out of me, curling forward and rubbing my G spot. I was zeytinburnu escort getting wetter by the moment. I concentrated on not moaning. The harder I tried not to, the more I felt what that finger was doing to me…“Hmmmmmmm…” Finally escaped from my lips.“Whore…” The stranger hissed on my ear.The rude finger, now drenched and slippery from my juices, slipped out of my pussy. He began rubbing up toward my asshole. I shivered in ecstasy.“In the ass… do you like in the ass, whore?”Before I could answer, he pulled my hair again. I nodded, knowing more abuse would be coming if I did not agree with him.Then I heard him spitting. And then a huge finger was probing my ass. I was slowly entering my anus. I could not help to moan this time. It was too much.My body was betraying me. The finger withdrew, and soon it was replaced by what I knew was his cockhead. It started pressing, relentlessly into my rear door, trying to squeeze past my clenched sphincter.And I pressed back. Despite my horror, my body now desired it. So I pressed back on his cockhead. My sphincter finally relaxed, and that huge dick popped in me. I would have screamed but for the tape over my mouth. He started pumping in my asshole, deeper each thrust. And I rocked back to meet each thrust. His hands were now on my hips, as he drove himself deeper into my anus.“Good slut, yes, fuck me back” He whispered.He slapped my ass hard, making me moan through my taped mouth.I felt my tears were flowing. I had been betrayed by my own body. All of a sudden I felt I was going to cum…My sultangazi escort body started shuddering, and then the waves of an intense orgasm shook me to my core. My pussy was running a stream of my cum down my thighs, while that rude stranger laughed at her, with his hard dick still buried in my anus…As the waves of that intense orgasm subsided, I could feel nothing but shame. He was still fucking my ass and her pussy still tingled. I wished to have a hand free, to rub my engorged clit. I wanted it so badly…The stranger was breathing hard now. I sensed he was getting close and the thought that he would soon be flooding my ass with his cum caused me to moan again, and then I started to cum harder than the first one.I could feel my ass clenching, gripping his cock. He was too close to cum. And then in just a moment he slammed into me deeply, holding inside me, and I knew he was shooting his load in my anus. I moaned again…Then he pulled out. He showed me the knife again. He cut the bindings on my wrists. I stayed quite still. I heard him buckling his pants. Then he gave my ass a hard slap and muttered: “I know where you live, bitch…”And then he walked off. I heard his footsteps going down the stairs.I lay across the hood of my car a very long time. With my skirt still lifted over my waist, showing my bare ass cheeks to nobody there…I felt ashamed; very deeply ashamed. I had been butt fucked by a stranger and I had felt aroused like I had ever been aroused in my life.I quietly pulled the tape from my mouth.Cum was running from my asshole now. I stood up and grabbed my ruined panties, to clean the best I could. The drive home was long and lonely, leaving me to my thoughts. My ass was starting to feel sore…At home I made my way to the bathroom and had a warm bath in the tub.When I was on bed, my cell phone rang. It was an unknown number; but I could recognize the voice in the short video running in the screen:“Don’t scream. Don’t fight, bitch…”
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