Jogging In The Park

He was waiting in the shadows beside the stone bridge. He peered through his ski mask around the corner and saw her coming toward him, totally oblivious of his menacing presence. She always ran at first light and today was no different. On she came, pony tail and breasts bouncing with each step. She was 5’4”, blonde, firm bodied, but slightly large for her size in the chest. She wore running shoes, shorts and a light sweat shirt to ward off the morning chill. He was getting visibly aroused as she moved closer and closer. His hand went to his pants pocket, his fingers curling around the cold handle of his switchblade. Pulling back into the shadows, he waited until she passed by, stepped out, sprung the blade and grabbed her around the face, cutting off any scream. “Do as your told and you wont get hurt! Try to scream and it will die in your throat!” he whispered, brandishing the long, sharp blade that glinted in the sunrise. Dragging her into the bushes, he threw her onto a blanket, already set up on the ground. She tried to scramble away, still dazed by the suddenness of her attack.

Anticipating the attempt at escape he threw himself on her sticking the tip of the blade to her throat. “Feisty little bitch, aren’t we!” he said as he rolled her onto her back. Still struggling, she watched in horror as he slid the blade down, cleanly cutting away the fabric of her sweatshirt. Not ready to give in yet, she tried turning and crawling away but only succeeded in losing her running shorts, which he used to trip up her second attempt at escape.

“ I like a woman who fights back!” he said flipping her over again with relative ease. “But it isn’t going to do you any good! It just makes me cum harder.” he threatened as he slid the blade under her sport bra, freeing her ample bosom from its confines.

“Please don’t do this!” she begged as he grasped her left breast in his long slender fingers, paying particular attention to her dollar sized nipples, stiffened with the morning chill.

“What? Don’t we like sex?” he asked, not expecting an answer. “Maybe we need some practice! Or, maybe your boyfriend doesn’t know how to use one of these.” Pulling his boxers aside he exposed his 7 inch long sharply curved, rock hard cock, waving it in her face.

Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the dark pink head, already dripping pre-cum.
Again she tried scurrying away, and again he foiled her attempt, pinning her to the ground with his knees and smearing the clear liquid onto her nose and cheek.

“Tell you what, bitch! I’ll give you a choice! What hole you want me to cum in? Your mouth? Your ass? Or that cute little cunt of yours!”

“Oh god! Please don’t do this!” she begged. Why me? Why did you pick me!”

“I’ve been watching you for over a week, dreaming of how good it would feel to slide my cock deep inside you and blast you with my fuck sauce.” he answered, “ Now what’ll it be? Choose! Now!”

“I…I’ll suck you off! She said, defeated, “But then you’ll let me go, right?”

“I’ll do whatever I want, bitch! Now lay down and get ready for the throat fucking of a lifetime!”

Confused at the order, but still afraid of the knife, she did as he wished, wondering how she would fit his curved cock into her mouth.

Scurrying around he presented her with his stiff member, his balls hanging over her forehead. Tentatively, she opened her mouth, recoiling slightly as he pushed forward, the heat of his prick seemingly scorching her lips. “Suck it, bitch!” he snapped pushing the crown past her parted lips. “And don’t get any ideas about doing a bobbit! I still have my knife.”

Slowly she swallowed more and more of his length, craning her neck to make entry more comfortable, until his hairy nut sac tickled her cheeks.