I knew right away that I was going to have a problem. I entered the Bodega and one of the guys standing outside followed me in, I could hear his friends laughing. I closed my eyes and sighed. It never failed. Some drunk asshole thinks just because it’s late out and that I am by myself that I am helpless, or asking to have sex. Really? Let me tell you something, if you see a woman outside no matter what time of day it is, it doesn’t mean she wants to get fucked. Especially me. I hardly have sex at all, I am one picky bitch.
I went back to where the beer was and he was right behind me the whole time. He was talking to me about my tits. Yes, I know I have tits, and yes I know how big they are. No need to reaffirm that fact. I looked at him, pushed past him and went to the counter. The guy who was working behind the counter knows me, I go in there all the time. He leaned in close and asked me if I needed help. I told him that I was fine. He then asked me if the guy would need help. I chucked then told him that he just might. He told me to be safe, I waved then left the store with my beer.
I stopped to light a cigarette then started my short walk home. Now not only was he following me, but the two others where with him too. I put my earbuds in, reached inside the paper bag and pulled out one of the beers but I didn’t open it. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and he was talking to me. I just stared at him not saying a word. Then, he got pissed. I could tell by his body language that he was becoming agitated, and he was calling me a bitch and a cunt. Big deal. If you are going to try to insult me, do better than that.
I took the last drag off my cigarette, snubbed out the hot box, turned away from them and continued on my way. Then I felt a full hand on my shoulder, he spun me around hard. I stepped to him, not in a very nice way, I stepped up to him as in ‘posting up’. He backed up a little but then stepped up to me too. I smiled slightly and brought the can of beer up as hard as I could and smashed it against the side of his face. He crumbled down, I stomped on his chest, then his cock. His friends started to move toward me, but I started to walk toward them faster. They stopped in their tracks, I kept moving toward them, they backed up. I stopped and just looked at them for a few minutes.
They were no longer moving at all, they were just taking in the sight I guess. I turned around, picked up my other beer, gave the guy on the ground another good kick to this cock, turned around, gave them all the finger and went home to enjoy my beer.
Our call tonight was so kinky. I was your student with a terrible reputation and you know how much I hate going to class. When I offered to do “anything” to pass your class, without doing actual school work, you said you had something in mind. You required me to stay at your house for the remainder of the semester as your sex slave whore. I didn’t think it would be that bad until you punished me for squirting. You beat my pussy with a stick and then force fucked my sore aching pussy until you came deep inside. You made me lick your asshole and blow you. I can’t believe I have to do this the rest of the semester. Being your cum dumpster and fucking whore is certainly better than class though!
