Dangerous Walk
Amber stood alone on the side of the road, unsuccessfully trying to hail a car. She was a fairly tall girl, very slender and attractive for her age, despite her still quite young years. She had recently turned 18, though she looked all of twenty. Amber was really annoyed. During the day, her close friend Jessie had called and suggested spending the evening at one of the new clubs. She promised to bring a couple of cute guys with her, one of whom she had been telling Amber about for a long time. But for some reason, Jessie couldn't make it, so Amber had to spend the whole evening alone. Not to mention that in
the club, there wasn't a single suitable man she wanted to meet. She left long before closing time, realizing nothing interesting was going to happen anyway, and tomorrow morning she had work, which she couldn't be late for.Amber, slightly furrowing her brows, strained to peer with her piercing honey-colored eyes at the passing cars. One after another, yellow taxis sped by without stopping. Catching a taxi in this part of New York was very difficult, especially since it was long past midnight.
It was a cool spring night outside. Shivering, Amber rubbed her hands; the fresh wind was making itself known, and she was also very lightly dressed. She wore only a light white denim skirt, well above the knees, from under which her smooth, slender legs were visible. And a thin, lacy camisole just below her bare shoulders, tightly hugging her round, full breasts. Amber continued to stand near the club exit. Tapping her stylish black sandal heels impatiently, she energetically shook her long, loose chestnut hair that was falling into her face.
— "That's it, I'm tired of waiting, and besides, it's only one block to my house," she thought to herself.
Next, she needed to walk through a small park to get right to the house where she had been renting a small apartment for over four months now.
She slung her small purse over her bare shoulder and confidently turned towards the park. After walking a few meters along the tall metal fence separating the park from the pedestrian path, Amber found herself at the park's main entrance. Pausing, she looked around with some concern. Silence reigned all around, only the slight rustling of leaves in the wind broke it. The park seemed completely deserted. For some reason, Amber felt uneasy. And although this area of Manhattan was considered relatively safe, for the first time in the last two weeks, she regretted that Jim, her ex-boyfriend, wasn't accompanying her.
They had recently broken up, and despite his numerous attempts to reconcile, Amber continued to be stubborn and didn't give him a second chance. But Jim wasn't around anyway, so, pushing aside all her doubts, she walked along the path running through the center of the park. The path was covered with gravel, and it was very difficult for her to walk on it in her open-toed shoes with high heels.
Her heels kept sinking into the sand, and the small pebbles caused a lot of trouble, getting inside, scratching her toes and tickling the soles of her feet. She stumbled awkwardly, trying to get through this small remaining stretch of the way home as quickly as possible. Amber looked around from time to time; she couldn't shake a strange feeling that someone was watching her intently. But everything around was quiet, only empty benches stood on either side of the path.
Suddenly, she noticed a small fountain gurgling near one of the benches set slightly off the path. She was very thirsty; after several bottles of beer at the club, Amber was tormented by thirst. She stepped off the path and approached the low marble fountain. Running her fingers across her forehead, she pushed her hair back and, leaning with both hands on the edges of the fountain, bent down, trying to catch a stream of water with her lips. Finally catching it, she began to swallow greedily, feeling the dryness in her mouth gradually disappear. Suddenly, she heard a faint crunch behind her. Amber instinctively tried to turn towards the noise. She raised her head but didn't even have time to turn her slender neck. She felt someone grab her firmly from behind. From the surprise, Amber's heart jumped in her chest; she became terribly frightened. She wanted to scream, but, apparently anticipating this, a hand was firmly clamped over her mouth. She felt disgusted by the sensation of strange fingers on her lips. Not realizing what she was doing, Amber began trying to break free from the strong embrace and bite the hand covering her mouth.
Although she tried with all her might, nothing worked out for her. With one hand, the assailant painfully squeezed her waist, and with the other, he pulled her head back, continuing to firmly cover her mouth. She kept writhing when she felt something cold touch her stomach. Goosebumps involuntarily ran across her skin; lowering her eyes, she saw that the barrel of a pistol was pointed directly at her.
— "Stop squirming," she heard a hoarse voice.
Amber couldn't take her eyes off the pistol aimed at her. She simply felt uneasy. Afraid of losing consciousness from terror, she just tried to hold her breath and not provoke this terrible thug. She completely stopped resisting, hanging in his arms. Her chest was heaving unevenly, and her eyes were filled with horror.
— "Well, that's much better," she heard the same disgusting hoarse voice again. "Don't try to scream, understand me?"
Amber only weakly nodded her head in agreement. A second later, she felt the thug remove his hand from her face. Finally, she could breathe normally. Before she could catch her breath, the thug roughly turned her to face him. Raising her eyes to him in fright, she saw that he was a tall, sturdy middle-aged man. Deep scars visible on his face clearly indicated that she was facing a real gangster. He wore a light brown T-shirt and sweatpants. His huge, pumped-up muscles and the gleaming pistol could terrify anyone.
— "What do you want?" she asked, her tongue stumbling.
Without waiting for an answer, Amber hurriedly snatched her purse from her shoulder and handed it to him with a trembling hand. He roughly tore the purse from her hands and rummaged through it for a few seconds. Apparently not finding anything worthwhile, the thug angrily tossed it aside. She watched his actions with unconcealed horror and waited for what would happen next.
— "What, are you offering me lipstick and mascara?" he asked, staring intently at her as if trying to undress her with his gaze.
wait.
Amber nervously shoved her hand into the back pocket of her skirt. And feeling the only twenty dollars she had left, she took them out.
— "Here, take it, it's all I have," she addressed the robber in a pleading tone.
The man couldn't hold back his laughter. But, laughing, he continued to examine her. He literally devoured her with his eyes. Not hiding his interest, he stared curiously at her slender white legs. The robber gently pushed aside her hand clutching the twenty-dollar bill.
— "Put that away, you can buy yourself some ice cream later. And besides, I think you have something else besides this money," he rasped with a smirk.
He continued to leer at her lustfully. Amber understood what he was getting at, but she was afraid to run. The pistol in his hands clearly spoke of the thug's intentions.
— "You have nice breasts," the robber addressed her, stopping his gaze on the tempting curves under her camisole. He greedily examined her bust, and it was visible that, unashamed, he impatiently licked his lips.
Saying nothing in response, she just shrank under his gaze. She had never been so scared before. There was no help to be expected; there wasn't a living soul around. The police were unlikely to appear here either. Running made no sense. Her thoughts were interrupted by a slap on the cheek.
— "What's wrong with you, did you fall asleep, bitch?" the robber said viciously. "Come on, quickly come with me, and don't try to run away, or you'll really regret it."
Approaching her closely, he stopped, smiling grimly. In the moonlight, his terrible facial scars looked especially frightening. Amber trembled all over. Not daring to look at him. He abruptly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the nearest bench, hidden behind small bushes. Approaching the bench, the robber roughly pushed her. She fell onto it.
— "Please, don't hit me," she whispered in a pleading tone.
The thug didn't answer anything, laughing in response. He stood in front of the bench where Amber lay. With a gesture, he ordered her to sit up.
Amber silently obeyed. Straightening up and sitting. The robber put away the pistol. And reaching out his strong, hairy hands to her, he stroked her cheeks. From these touches, Amber became even more frightened. She felt unpleasant feeling the rough male hands fumbling over her face. Lowering them, the robber grabbed the bottom edge of her lacy camisole. She tried to protest, but a weak slap on the cheek immediately sobered her. Powerlessly dropping her hands, she allowed the criminal to lift her camisole. The thug pulled the camisole up above her breasts and began to fondle them lustfully, roughly squeezing and stroking, tweaking her nipples. He enjoyed passing her juicy brown nipples through his fingers and painfully squeezing them. Amber squeezed her eyes shut from the pain but tried not to scream so as not to anger this maniac even more.
The thug was getting more and more aroused; Amber noticed how against his pants, a large bulge became clearly visible; it seemed his trousers wouldn't hold and would burst. The thug leaned towards her and began licking her cheeks. His saliva covered her entire face; she felt disgusted and nauseous, but he continued to run his wet, rough tongue over her face. Finally, stroking her chin, he pulled away. Amber hesitantly opened her eyes and looked at him. The bulge in his pants had reached gigantic proportions. Noticing where her gaze was directed, the criminal laughed.
— "Look what I have for you," he said with an unpleasant smile.
Putting his hands on his belt, he began to slowly unfasten it.
Amber wanted to turn away, but afraid that it would anger this freak even more, she, clenching her trembling hands into fists, tried to suppress the trembling. Unfastening the belt, the thug stepped right up to the bench so that her face was at the level of his waist. His pants suddenly slid down, and the huge, protruding cock, instantly straightening, sprang free, painfully hitting her chin and pressing right against her lips. He had a huge, thick cock, no less than seven and a half inches long. Amber almost cried out from surprise and instinctively threw her head back away from this monster. She was terribly disgusted to see such a monstrosity swaying a few centimeters from her mouth. Her tormentor laughed unpleasantly and, without thinking twice, reached out a hand, abruptly grabbing her by the hair and slowly pulling the resisting girl towards his friend.
— "Open your mouth," he rasped, stopping his guffawing. A threat was felt in his voice. Amber, deciding not to resist, overcame her disgust and reluctantly opened her mouth a little.
— "Wider," he demanded authoritatively.
Amber squeezed her eyes shut and opened her mouth wider. And at that very moment, she felt something large and hard touch her lips and, slipping inside, rub against her wet tongue. The gangster held her head firmly so that she had not the slightest chance to evade. The man pushed his cock deeper and deeper, then he stopped and began to slowly pull it out.
— "Hold it tight with your lips," the thug groaned.
Amber hesitantly opened her eyes and saw how the thug was inserting it again. Not daring to disobey, she tightly clenched her lips. With a huge palm, he held the back of her head and pulled her head towards him. Already quite wet from her saliva, the cock moved easily in Amber's mouth.
The robber picked up the pace, moving his hips forward while simultaneously squeezing her breasts with such force as if they were children's rubber balloons.
Amber looked after him.
— "I'll never walk alone in dark parks again," she thought with horror. And wiping away the remnants of semen with her hand, Amber got up heavily and trudged home.