A Lot Alone

An unsettled feeling fell into the pit of her stomach and seemed to stay there as she glanced around worriedly, scurrying to her car as quickly as possible. She knew the late night store run alone probably wasn't her best decision, but with the fridge out of milk and eggs, and her friends coming for brunch tomorrow, what was she to do?

Her hands were full with the laden paper bag as she made her way across the mostly empty lot. She had parked as close to the entrance as she could while having her car under a street light. It felt safer to her, to be parked in a well-lit place. The short heels of her favorite knee-high boots clicking as she made the beeline for her Camry.

It wasn't until it was already happening that she knew her feeling of uneasiness wasn't for not. There was a sudden pull at the collar of her jacket, catching a bit of her hair as her feet skittered and a cry of surprise sprang from her.

"Don't." Is all the voice close to her ear growled so definitively before pressure on the backs of her knees forced her down on them hard, hands removing the grocery bag from her grasp.

Her knee caps were stunned by the pavement. Her mind spinning, she started to plead, "please... p-p-please? I have a family. My friends know I'm here... please I need to..."

"I said - don't." The growling voice spat at her. "I don't want to hear another word from you."

The man was standing behind her. She could feel him close, could hear him but didn't dare turn her head to see. Her mind couldn't process his words fast enough, it flashed to a lecture from some policemen on the college campus, something about how to not be kidnapped - or was it murdered? She couldn't remember that part, but she did remember that she was supposed to keep them talking. Make herself a human in their eyes by telling them personal, mundane things.

"I am... uh... I have a brunch tomorrow... well, I'm hosting... and my friends Kelly and Tina are coming over and I just..." she started to spill everything.

"That's it! I said don't, and I meant it." He snapped, pushing down on her shoulders, making her knees scream and her words stop. "I know what will make you keep quiet, and you're already in the right position."

She could hear him unbuckle and unzip something. She knew already what it was, and started to move to escape. Her knees protested as she tried and a hand, seeing her move, clamped onto her shoulder and wouldn't let her get up.

"Please let me go. I won't say or do anything to get you in trouble, I promise. I just want to go home," her words accompanied by tears rolling down her face.

He walked in front of her, wiped a tear from her face with his thumb, moving it over her closed, plump lips from right to left.

"Beautiful," he whispered softly.

Her gaze on his full face now, she was struck by how handsome her attacker was. Why was he doing this? What does a guy like him who could walk into any bar downtown and come out with at least three girls' numbers want from a homely girl like her out getting groceries? She would have asked, but he was finishing bringing his hard cock out of his pants and was holding it in front of her face, rubbing the tip against her wet lips slowly.

She wanted to be disgusted with herself as she let him in, let him invade her this way. Between two parked cars in a grocery parking lot, she was going to let him have her mouth.

"That's right. You're going to give me what I need. Right now," he explained to her, "and if you're good enough, I'll let you get off your knees after." His voice was making sense in a jarring way to her: if she could give him her mouth, get him to cum, maybe that would be it. Maybe he would be done with her then.

Resolve set into her to give him nothing more than something basic that would get the job done. She brought her hand up to his shaft, holding it firmly. Looking up at him, she ran her tongue over the underside of his tip, flicking the frenulum nub there before wrapping her lips around him.

He gave a small shuddering groan as she closed her eyes and got to work, sucking, moving her tongue against him. She took him deeper into her mouth with each move up and down his length, letting his head cut off her breath for several thrusts against her uvula, feeling his thighs tightens with the need for more.

The way he was reacting to her, how it seemed like he couldn't help himself was driving her wild. She could feel that saliva was dripping from her lips, but she didn't want to stop. Didn't want to risk him not being pleased with her. She opened herself to more of him and wanted to give him everything. Her face was covered in tears and spit, and she knew that she needed to add his cum.

He was well endowed, so she had still not gotten her lips to the base of him yet before her was hitting where she considered her gag-zone. Slowly he pushed deeper.

She felt his hands find the back of her head; digging fingers running through her hair and pulling it out of his view. Grasping her with both fists full, he started to thrust. She gasped with one of his slower pulling out motions, but then she wasn't able to breathe. Time felt like forever as he thrust himself deep, deeper into her mouth and pushing into her throat. Her focus lit on wrapping her lips tight around him for as long as she could as he used her so completely.

Fuck. Why was she getting so wet from this?

His body changed. His thighs got tighter, breaths more jagged... then she felt his pulsing cock start to pump and she knew it was time. She gave a last rub of her tongue against his throbbing head as he pulled slowly out, starting to cum for her.

Fuck. Why does tasting him like this feel so amazing?

He pulled away and held her face up with one hand in her hair, preparing for the final degradation she knew was going to happen. She couldn't help but whimper as she felt the hot cum cover her cheeks and lips, trickling down her chin.

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, "you make me feel so good, Kitten."

He dove a hand into the paper bag on the hood of the car and pulled out a packet of wipes. She couldn't help but smile as she took one from his outstretched hand, wiping herself clean, then him too.

"I tried my best, Daddy. Am I allowed to get off my knees now?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course," he replied helping her up and turning her face to his for a kiss. "Shall we get out of here before someone sees?" He asked her, righting himself and holding her up.

"Mmmhmm," She melted into him.