Robbed by Pleasure

“Hey, lady!” a gruff voice shouted behind her, startling Christina. She cursed herself for going down this alley. Even if it was a shortcut, she had known it was dangerous. Christina decided to continue walking, as if she hadn’t heard the terrifying man behind her.

“Stop walking right now!” the man responded to her walking away, “Stop or I’ll blow your brains out!”

Christina stopped, not knowing whether the man really did have a gun or not, but deciding not to press her luck. She stood there, staring at a dumpster and feeling her heart pound in her ears, wishing that she could have made it the rest of the way back to her car.

“Give me your purse,” the voice was closer to her now, directly behind her, and the man’s warm breath ran over Christina’s neck.

“I don’t have one,” Christina answered honestly. She had money, of course, but she didn’t keep it in a purse. She knew what part of town she was in and she kept all of her valuables in a much more...private place. One that couldn’t be stolen.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me, bitch,” the man reached around and grabbed Christina’s arm, whipping her around to face him. He was wearing a black ski mask, his dark blue eyes the only possible identifying feature that Christina could place. She tried to slow her breathing, but the man’s piercing eyes were having a strange affect on her.

“Do I look like I have a purse?” Christina asked, raising her arms up to show that she was carrying nothing.

“You think you’re cute, huh?” he asked, “You think you can just talk that way to someone robbing you?”

Bravery, or maybe it was stupidity, bolstered Christina’s confidence even more. There was something about his eyes that kept drawing her in, wanting him to look at her for longer, perhaps even search her body for anything valuable, “Oh, is that what you’re doing?”

“Listen,” the robber pulled out a pistol and Christina felt herself go cold, “You’re making me look real dumb here. You better give me something. Money, jewelry, something.”

Christina looked into his eyes again and could see he was frustrated. More frustrated that he looked like a stupid criminal than that she did not have anything of value to give him. A thought came over her as she gazed into his handsome eyes, and before she knew it, she decided to say it out loud.

“I don’t have anything for you but my body.”

The robber took a step back, a scoff coming from his mouth as he heard Christina’s offer. The arm holding his gun went lax as he looked over her a moment, considering her offer. Christina hoped he would take it, and she also hoped that he wouldn’t want to do anal, or he may be able to find some more things of value than she said she had. Silence stretched between them as the robber put his pistol back in the waistband of his pants before nodding.

“Alright,” he said, his voice tinged with desire, “Get back behind there,” he nodded toward the dumpster. Christina obediently went and stood behind the dumpster, the robber looking both ways down the alley as he came to join her. He leaned against the brick wall, looking at Christina over again.

“On your knees,” he said suddenly, feeling back in control of the situation. Christina obeyed and kneeled. She knew that he could now see her supple breasts, pushing together in her dress. He reached down to grope one, his hand slipping down inside the top of her dress and rubbing the soft skin. Christina heard a growl in the back of his throat and she felt a tinge of desire at the base of her neck. She loved pleasing men, even those who tried to rob her. The robber fumbled with his fly, allowing his cock to spring from his jeans. It was already hard and the tip was wet with precum.

“Suck it, bitch,” he growled again, rubbing the wet head against her cheeks and lips. Christina played into it for a moment, acting hesitant and upset for the robber’s pleasure before opening her mouth up the tiniest bit. She began to take him in her mouth, shocked at how big he actually was. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing himself into her mouth. Christina gasped and realized she may have been a bit too confident. His length and girth was more than she had ever had before, and she wondered whether she would be able to handle it.

But, she had already offered her body to this unknown man, and she knew she had to do what he wanted. Once he had buried himself in Christina’s mouth, the robber began pumping into her, his balls slapping against her chin. As he fucked her mouth, the wet sound of her saliva began to echo off the alleyway, making Christina hornier than she already was. He began to pick up the pace, and Christina choked on his thick cock as he pounded harder into her mouth. Drool began to pool on his shaft and her chin. She could tell by the way his head was leaned back, mouth open, that she was making him feel good. Very good.

The robber grabbed her head with both hands now, pushing himself faster and faster into her mouth. Christina knew he was close, and she hoped she would be able to take all of the cum that he was going to put in her mouth. She knew it was wrong, but she wanted to taste him.

“You better swallow every last drop, you hear?” he moaned as he watched her take his cock. Christina nodded.

A groan escaped the man’s lips as he pushed himself deep into her mouth and throat. She could feel his cock begin to twitch at the feeling of her tight, warm mouth and, a moment later, he began to shoot his cum into her throat. Christina relaxed her throat in order to not choke on the huge amount of semen he was pumping out. Load after load filled her mouth, and she drank it greedily, making sure to lick the tip of his head clean as he slowed down.

“Goddamn, that was good,” the robber moaned, looking down at the mess he made of Christina’s mouth, “Did you swallow it all like I told you too?” he asked, suddenly regaining control of the situation. Christina nodded again and opened her mouth, showing him how well she had taken his seed. She looked up into his eyes once again, hoping that he wanted more of her, because she certainly wanted more of him.

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