Sometimes a stranger
Sometimes I think about a stranger molesting me. It’s always in a grocery store or a wal mart. I’m shopping and he just comes up behind me and reaches in my underwear. I guess I’m wearing jeans. He wastes no time shoving his fingers inside my shameful hole. I can’t react or fight as this stranger rapes me with his fingers. He’s on me, forcing me to get wet, forcing me to enjoy the humiliation. He pulls my hoodie and bra up and my udders are out. No one notices yet, the store isn’t crowded. He’s grabbing my udders and hes touching my clit, he’s forcing me to like it.
Sometimes he yanks my bottoms down and 3 or 4 men see my hairy pussy. See my shame, my privacy. Sometimes I piss my pants and then people notice me wetting myself. Sometimes I squat and pee on the floor and a lot of people are watching.
Sometimes he forces me in the bathroom and shoves his dick in my mouth. I’m just a hole now, an object, sex. It’s all I want to be. His cock is violating my mouth, I’m forced to taste it and I’ll taste it forever. I’m forced to gag on it. He strips me naked and goes up my ass. It’s so humiliating to be raped up the ass. Because I sucked his cock its easier for him to rape me. His cock is fully erect and slippery because it was in my mouth. He rapes me in my ass and I cry but I like being treated like shit. I’m naked in a men’s room being raped. Sometimes I piss myself.
