Chapter 5

The fear in my belly told me to scream my bloody head off. That would probably be enough to scare them off, and if not, there would be someone close enough to hear me. But I didn’t scream. I glanced at the bulge again and said, “Thank you. Thank you for helping me up. I can’t believe I did that. I’m so embarrassed.”

Of course, he’s hard, I thought. He’s been watching me finger myself. Who’s fault is that?

When I went to move to my left so I wouldn’t be between them, I was reminded of the hands on my shoulders. The giant in front of me stepped forward. His expression still wasn’t threatening, but I sensed his intentions weren’t pure. I opened my mouth, but Mr. Clean’s “Shh,” and the hands on my shoulders silenced me.

Congratulations, Sally, you really got yourself in trouble now. The man behind me spoke close to my ear, “It would not be smart to scream, right?”

I nodded and watched the other guy pull down his zipper. In my fantasies, I never felt like this. The imaginary terror never made me dizzy. I’m not a girlie-girl who screams at scary movies or acts stupid when things go wrong, and all the time I’ve spent living on the edge of fear kept me calm enough to consider my options.

The most important thing was not getting killed. I stood a better chance of that if I stayed right there. At least someone might come and help me. I was scared now but not terrified the way a girl in that situation probably should have been.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it,” the man asked, pulling out a charcoal-colored log of flesh. “You want this fat cock in that sweet little cunt of yours.”

The dick flopped, bounced, pointed right at me, and jumped upward, arching. All the bulging veins made it seem angry. I had never seen a dick that big, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. The man’s muscles rippled when his fist stroked it.

“I, ah, um, no, not, that’s not—” My head snapped back and my scalp stung.

“I think it is,” the hulk behind me said and used my ponytail to push me to my knees. “Why else would you be showing off your cunt in public?” He used my hair like a rein, steering my face toward the massive black dick. “There it is, just what you were hungry for.”

Before I could do anything, the dense knob crashed into my lips. Mr. Clean’s manly scent was overpowering. I turned my eyes up and saw him glaring at me. His expression had changed. “Open up, slut,” he said. “And you better do me right.”