Anna’s legs shook as she hit the concrete floor, her body still recovering from her forced orgasm. The man who had just freely used her body and dropped her to the ground, stood behind her, pulling his pants up around his cock that was still wet with her fluids. His face twisted into a lewd smirk as he buckled his pants and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Thanks for the good time, bitch.” He said, chuckling.

Before he could walk away, Anna looked up at him.

“Thank you.” She whimpered, makeup staining her face.

“For what?” He laughed.

“For the orgasm. I haven’t cum that hard in a while. You did a great job.” Anna said, wiping her eyes.

The man stood in shock. He had expected her to curse him, to scream at him. He was used to hearing all sorts of vulgar words thrown his way. But this, this was different. He wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Oh, well uh ... you’re welcome.” He said awkwardly.

As the man turned to walk away, he heard Anna’s voice behind him.

“Wait, sir. What’s your name?”

The man was hesitant to respond, but something about her tone was soft and inviting. He turned around to see Anna standing up on wobbly legs, her dress still pushed up above her waist, her hair a mess and her stiletto heels clicking on the ground.

“I’m Michael.” He lied.

“Well, Michael, I’m Anna. Would you mind helping me fix my dress?” Anna asked sweetly.

Michael hesitated for a moment before walking over and grabbing the bottom of Anna’s dress, which was still exposing her recently used pussy.

“I think you’d look better without it.” Michael said, pulling the dress up and over her head, leaving her naked and exposed.

“If you say so, sir.” Anna replied, not making a move to cover herself.

In an angry response to how casual she was being, he walked over to the nearby trash can and tossed her dress inside.

“What a shame. Now you’ll have to walk around naked.” Michael said, trying to get a rise out of her.

“That’s okay. I’ll be able to enjoy the feeling of the breeze on my skin.” Anna responded, smiling at him.

Michael stood there, unsure of what to do next. This woman was acting so casual about the whole situation, and he found himself wanting to keep the conversation going.

“So ... You enjoy getting fucked like that? Being dominated? Being raped?” Michael asked.

“Not particularly, sir.” Anna replied, “But my father always taught me to be grateful to my rapists.”

Michael was shocked. He wasn’t expecting an answer like that.

“Your father? Why would your father teach you something like that?”

“He said that men would love to take advantage of a gorgeous young thing like myself.” She gestured at her body. “He said if I ever got raped, that I should be grateful for the pleasure that my rapist gave me. Fighting back against them would just make them angry and the rape might turn to physical violence. So, it’s better to be calm and grateful. But I’ve learned on my own that rapists cum faster when I fake discomfort.” Anna smiled, her tits bouncing as she shrugged. “Once they cum, they usually leave, even after I thank them and do a little small talk.” Anna finished as she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair.