Games I Played
Games I Played
Sex Story Author: | chunkydunk |
Sex Story Excerpt: | I was surrounded by these guys and could not see much. Of course I was scared out of my mind. |
Sex Story Category: | Bestiality |
Sex Story Tags: | Bestiality, Fiction, Males / Female, Rape |
Playing Games on the Way Home
I am a single chunky dunk woman who plays with toys to satisfy my sexual cravings. It all started innocently on my way home from work. I would unhook my bra and slip it off the first few blocks from work. I took side streets to avoid a lot of traffic. I would always let down the car windows and open the sun roof. It excited my nipples to have my silky shirt rubbing freely over them. By the time I get home, I am ready for my toys. But that is another story.
It was not until I had been doing this little after work routine for quite some time that I noticed the street people or bums as most people call them where pretty numerous at this time of day. I quickly put two and two together. The street people eat early at the local free food service and then head over to the local shelter to try and get a bed before they run out for the night. Well, on the way home I cross right in their path. Working in the area, I recognize a lot of them by sight. So I started this little game with myself. On Monday, I would NOT take off my bra, but would unbutton my blouse far enough that my bra was easily seen if anyone (the street people) cared to look. On Tuesday, I would take off my bra and undo my shirt enough that they really saw the cleavage. I would continue each day letting them see a little more of me. On Friday, the bra was off and the shirt was completely open so that they could see all the titty they wanted. With the sun roof open, it was like a spot light shining right down on those perked up tits. The shirt had to stay on in case I saw a police car on my journey. I started realizing that I was getting grins and once in a while a whistle or holler out. It was kind of like giving them dessert on Friday night.
Some of the people had homes in the area but would eat at the local shelter to help make ends meet. In this area, they are either really old or hooked on something and this is all they can afford. The way I drove changed a little so that I could give my little dessert to more of them. I kept this up all summer when one evening I left later than normal. But it was Friday and I was glad to be out of the office for the weekend.
Was I surprised to see some of them still milling around even though I was coming thru a little later. One whistled and I grinned at him and kept on going. A block up, another one whistled and I smiled and waved. On the next stop sign there were a few crossing the street. They were hollering at me when one guy ran up from behind my car and with a knife stuck it to my throat and told me to put it in park and get out. I couldn’t speed off, with a bunch of them in front of my car. Oh no- I was being car jacked! Or so I thought. I quickly put it in park and opened the door ready to run. More guys came around, everything happened so quickly. One jumped into my car and I heard the tires squeal as it went around the corner. I was quickly grabbed and pulled between some houses.
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