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Stacey’s busy day.
🕑 Added 2019-01-08 19:24:38 +0000 UTCStacey looked at the time for the 6th time in the last 2 minutes. The blonde cheerleader had so much stuff to do before she got to go to her boyfriend’s house for celebrating her 18th birthday and she was running late.
‘I have to go get my hair done, go pick up my dress and get some shoes,’ the buxom blonde thought, a little embarrassed at having to stand in the bus in her cheerleader uniform since she hadn’t had time to change after practice. ‘I should also take a shower,’ she mentally grumbled.
Trying to calm her troubled mind, Stacey imagined what would happen tonight. Thoughts about her hunky boyfriend sweeping her off her feet and taking her to his bedroom to ravage her body made her blush but she pushed those naughty thoughts out of her head. She was a virgin after all and wanted to remain so until her wedding day, like a good girl.
When she looked around again, she saw a creepy old man standing right beside her, staring right at her tits. The blonde recoiled but the bus was packed so she didn’t really have anywhere to go.
The dirty old man was almost drooling as he continued staring at her young body but the cheerleader didn’t feel like she could make a fuss since he wasn’t doing anything but looking.
That’s when the bus stopped and the doors opened. It wasn’t her stop but she was really freaked out at this point. What should she do?
1 - Stay there and endure it. *************************
2 - Run out and and go through the back alley shortcuts.
3 - Get out and take a cab to the dress store.
4 - Get out and take a cab to the hairdresser.
Altho she really wanted to flee, Stacey decided that it would be stupid to get out at the wrong stop just because she was uncomfortable. Still, she couldn’t help forlornly staring at the bus’ doors as they closed.
Her moment of inattention cost the cheerleader dearly, though. The creepy man decided that since she wasn’t paying any attention to him, he was free to do what he wanted. With a quickness that a man of his age shouldn't be able to achieve, he grabbed her voluminous tit with his left hand and plunged his right one down her panties.
The blonde’s eyes crossed in surprise. The situation was so far out of her comfort zone that her brain short circuited, leaving the poor girl to just continue staring at the door while she got gropped.
She could feel the bony fingers dig around her underwear until they found her prize. As she dumbly stood there, the digits found her pussy’s entrance and started to push it, making her groan in fear and surprise.
“You’re a wet little slut, an’cha,” the old man declared way too loudly, starting to pump his fingers in and out of her unresisting body. The squelching sound of her stirred up cunt lending credence to his words.
His voice and the fact that he painfully pinched her nipple through her top finally woke the cheerleader. Weirdly, her first instinct wasn’t to fight off his groping hands but to defend the fiber of her character.
“That has nothing to do with you,” she hissed quietly. “I was thinking of something before all this started,” she finished, lamely, before registering that she was still getting finger fucked in the middle of a bus.
She was about to push the old man off her when she noticed that a man to the side was looking at her with a frow and, to the other side, a pretty housewife seemed to be recording her trial with her phone.
‘Oh my god! Those two have been watching me just standing there while being groped and not saying a thing. What must they think of me!’ she screamed in her head, not realizing that this new freakout meant that she was still just letting her aggressor play with her body in front of witnesses.
Stacey did look down, though, when the old man pulled up her cheerleader top and roughly pulled down her bra, exposing her large tits to the world while still pumping her pussy for all it was worth. He then fastened his lips on one of her plump nipples and painfully sucked on it, biting the pink nub from time to time.
The cheerleader was about to scream in panic when the doors to the bus opened again. This time, it was the stop for her hair salon. Half naked and, to her horror, on the verge of cumming, Stacey had a choice to make.
1 - Run out, half naked. *********************
2 - Ask the frowning man for help. 3
- Ask the pretty housewife for help.
Stacey was about to ask the pretty housewife for help when she noticed that the woman had a nasty grin on her face as she filmed her. Realizing the danger that laid there, the blonde decided that the better part of valor was to run away as far away from this situation as possible.
Rushing forward, the cheerleader bowled the creepy old man over in her bid for freedom as if he wasn’t even there. ‘Damnit! That was so easy… Why did I just stand there for so long while he took advantage of me?’ she wondered as she jumped out of the bus.
She heard a ripping sound but didn’t really care as her mind was currently on the fact that her bountiful tits were bouncing freely as she landed on the sidewalk, making everyone on the busy street stop in their track and stare at the vision of loveliness that had appeared in their midst.
Squawking in embarrassment, Stacey tried to hide her large breasts, hike up her bra and bring down her shirt all at once. The fact that the heavy wind kept wiping her long hair in her face was just the cherry on the shit sunday.
She was on the verge of crying as she wrestled with her outfit while everyone around her starred, laughed or filmed on their phones but she finally managed to shove her unwieldy boobs back into their confinement.
Filled with righteous anger at the crowd that continued to laugh and film her, she put her hands on her hips and took a wide defiant stance. “Show’s over you bitches,” she shouted, the wind whipping her hair and clothes around.
She thought that she was the picture of defiance, a real life wonder woman, but for some reason, the crowd burst out laughing even harder.
Her face burning with shame, Stacey decided to just go. Blessedly, her bad luck calmed down for an hour. She went to get her hair done perfectly, had a coffee and picked up her dress with no problems.
She got catcalled a lot but the beautiful teenager was used to that. Altho, she had to admit that it happened quite a bit more than usual. She also had the needling feeling that everyone was talking about her when she wasn’t looking but she chalked that up to her earlier humiliation playing havoc on her nerves.
She was finally on her last stop. Her shoes. She would need to get something to go with her new dress but she was sure that that wouldn’t take too long since the place was empty except for the middle aged man running the store.
She still needed to get home with enough time to wash. She couldn't take a shower anymore or her hair would get ruined but she still needed to wash away the day’s humiliation from her tired body before she could go see her boyfriend.
She sat in the boutiques comfy chair as the personal shopper showed her styles that he thought would go well with the dress she had just show him. She picked two pairs that looked real nice and leaned back a little as the attendant kneeled down to put the first pair on her feet to try out.
When the man glanced up after fastening the first shoe on, his expression darkened. “Ok. That’s it!” he roared, getting up and dragging the surprised cheerleader to her feet before spinning her around and bending her over the chair that she had just been relaxing in.
“I am sick of you little bitches taunting me with your little gashes all the time and thinking that I’ll never do anything about it!” he continued as he ripped the blonde’s skirt off and threw it to the side.
Stacey was so shocked that the only thing she could say was a feeble; “What?”
Looking at the man standing behind her, she finally noticed that that little ripping sound she had heard way back on the bus was her panties staying in the creep’s hand. This whole time, with a skirt that barely covered her panties in the best of circumstance and on a really windy day, she had been walking around with no underwear.
Her profound humiliation was barely interrupted when the man started spanking her rear with all his might. The blonde’s mind was so overloaded that she even giggled a little at the silly image that she must have presented when she tried to stand up for herself in front of the people at the bus stop.
When the man was done reddening the unresisting cheerleader’s ass, he took out his rock hard dick and moved behind the prostrated girl, taking aim at her slick pussy.
1 - Just stay there.
2 - Get up and just walk out.
3 - Remember about virginity and offer another hole. (Blowjob)
4 - Remember about virginity and offer another hole. (asshole) *************
Stacey was still hysterically giggling at her own humiliation, enjoying the warmth of her punished ass. ‘I deserved that treatment,’ she thought, remembering that she had just stood there like a dumbass while people did things to her. ‘Did I want them to look? Did I want them to touch?’ she wondered.
The cheerleader was taken out of her thoughts when she felt fingers on her slick slit, prying it open. The lust drunk girl let out a little moan as another man she didn’t know played with her sex like he owned it.
Looking back, the sight of the salesman lining up his dick with her cunt rebooted her thoughts. “Wait! I’m a virgin!” she exclaimed, trying to move forward only to be stopped by the chair’s back.
“Better for me,” the enraged man declared, ready to push in.
Slapping her hand between her legs to stop his advance, Stacey started begging. “Please! I want to wait until marriage! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll suck your dick!”
The personal shopper grunted. “If you think I’ll be satisfied with a blowjob, you’re even dumber than you look,” he cruelly exclaimed, grabbing her protective hand and moving it.
Knowing her virginity was running out of time, Stacey pulled out all the stops. She tried to think of what would be irresistible to most guys and blurted out. “My ass! Fuck me in the ass! I bet that it’s not everyday that you get to take a girl’s anal cherry before her normal one.”
That got the man’s attention. “Yeah? You want to be my little butt slut?” he inquired, slapping her sensitive ass for good measure.
The blonde grunted at the sensation, her pussy contracting at the pain. “Yes, please,” she whined, feeling like crying and masturbating all at once.
“Beg me properly and I’ll consider it. If I don’t get wowed, I’m taking you in the cunt,” he crudely commanded.
Stacey obeyed immediately. She straightened her legs, and bent her back, giving her assaulter a perfect view of her heart shaped ass. The blonde then reached back and spread her asscheeks as wide as she could before opening her mouth. “Please sir. Won’t you take this silly little girl’s… butt cherry? You’re such a strong man. You deserve only the best. Please, take my ass.”
The salesman was about to talk but the cheerleader wasn’t done. She let go of one of her cheeks for a second to spit in her hand before reaching back again to rub it onto her asshole. He laughed as the big titted bimbo did this a few times before getting back to spreading herself open.
“It’s ready for you, sir,” she begged with as much love as she could force into her voice, shaking her posterior back and forth in an inviting manner.
Stacey was dying inside at the spectacle she was making of herself but she couldn't deny that her pussy was dripping. ‘I must be a born whore,’ she thought with a small moan.
“Ok, fine. I’ll take you in the ass,” the man conceded as if he was doing her a favor. “But this is supposed to be punishment. Get those balloon tits out and pinch your nippes while I fuck your asshole. Really punish those knockers,” he ordered as he lined himself up with the cute puckered hole.
Stacey struggled to obey but she only had one breast out when she felt the man start to push in her virgin asshole. The buxom girl whined loudly as her tightest hole was forced open with minimal lube to help. Still, she obeyed the man’s orders by finalling getting her other tit out of her bra and started going to town on it.
The blonde’s whine grew louder at the combination of her poor little shithole getting stretched and her own cruel fingers started attacking her nipples. She wasn’t half ass about her punishment, either. She pinched the sensitive nubs as hard as she could, even using her nails from time to time to really teach herself a lesson for being such a slut.
The cheerleader couldn’t help grunting and panting when she felt that the man bottomed out in her ass and started moving back and forth, picking up speed. It was the weirdest feeling of pain, humiliation and raw sexual submission. Stacey knew in that moment that this wasn’t going to be the last cock in her ass.
The salesman couldn't care less about any of the girl’s thoughts as he grabbed her waist and started jackhammering in, using her tight little hole as his cocksleave without a care about how she felt.
Stacey was literally being fucked stupid as she drooled in pleasure on the chair. The man was ruining her butt. Her one pristine hole would never be the same after this salvage fucking and the same could be said about her tits as she pulled and clawed at them in the throws of passion.
The cheerleader screamed loudly in the chair’s back as an orgasm took her. Her whole body seized up as all the pain turned into pure pleasure for a glorious moment before slowly slumping down into the seat.
The sight of the beautiful girl orgasming from his rough fucking of her ass was the last straw for the salesman. He pulled out of her wrecked back door and took a grip of the blonde’s gorgeous hair. Using it as a cock rag, he jacked off a few times and shot his load into her hairdo with a sigh of contentment.
Looking down at his masterpiece, the personal shopper reached down and picked up some of the packing paper from the shoe box and shoved it into the cheerleader’s still gaping asshole as a last touch.
He then brought the credit card machine to his client and made her pay double for her shoes, saying that the extra was for the trouble she made for him.
Stacey’s mind was so beaten down at this point that she readily agreed, apologizing for being such a troublemaker as she paid her rapist. She also didn’t object when he told her that he was keeping her cheerleader outfit as spoils. She simply removed her top and gave it to him, explaining that she had another dress, anyway but stopped talking when she realized that he didn’t care.
The blonde slipped into the evening gown and her new shoes before slipping out of the boutique. She tried to fuss with her matted hair for a bit but knew it was a lost cause.
Walking the 10 blocks on high heels were murder on her feet but Stacey didn’t care at this point. She was just glad that she was finally at her boyfriend’s house.
“Stacey?” The boy was quite surprised to see his girlfriend at his doorstep since their date was still almost an hour away and he usually picked her up.
Those thoughts were blown away pretty fast, however when he noticed that she was sporting a weird plastic smile while some goopy white stuff was slowly dripping from her hairdo onto her forehead. He was about to ask what was going on when a gooey paper ball fell from between the blonde’s shapely legs to land with a plop on his deck.
Stacey absentmindedly kicked the ball away and moved into the house. “Let’s not go out after all. I found some stuff that’s much funner to do,” she quipped, starting to bend over the athletic man’s couch.
The end.
