The favourite part of your morning routine since moving to the city was to go out jogging before work. You would run down through the parkland that was near your inner city flat. It was the typical hilly Sydney terrain and offered a pretty good workout, and the park was pleasant enough, if a bit seedy at times with teenagers partying there late on weekends. But being close to the park was convenient as your workplace was nearby, just a 15 minute run from home. That was why you chose to rent the new place where you had been living for the past few months. Sydney was huge and strange to you, having moved from the country where you had been raised. For a 24 year old woman, Sydney offered endless surprises and adventures, you suspected, but as of now, you were still living like a stranger in a new, slightly daunting place.
Getting out of the shower that morning, you dried yourself off, then begin getting dressed for your run. You put your blonde hair back in a short ponytail and put on your underwear. Then standing before the mirror you pull your black shorts up over your pert bum cheeks. You liked the way your arse looked in these, like a firm ripe fruit. You ran your hands over the curves, gave yourself a playful slap on the bum and enjoyed the sensation. You knew your sexy arse got the attention of men while you were out running, and you liked that. You enjoyed thinking of their cocks getting hard as they ran behind you or the feeling of their eyes turning towards you as you passed, maybe jerking off later and cumming thinking of fucking you. Your reputation in your home town was that of a good girl, fairly shy but beneath this persona was something quite unknown to most people who knew you. You thought a lot about having random spontaneous rough sex with strangers. Your sexual experiences before moving to Sydney were pretty boring and frankly often disappointing: nervous young men fumbling with your underwear, or who came after a few minutes of passionless sex. Where were the studs you thought about when you masturbated? Sydney offered new possibilities. Although you were shy, you secretly enjoyed being the centre of attention at least in your personal fantasies. And there were plenty of those, many of which you would never admit even to your closest friends. In fact you were always horny these days and hadn't had sex for many months. A new city had been hard to adapt to and you had been exhausted with your new job. But things had settled down into a fairly boring routine and now you yearned for some excitement.
It was early summer in Sydney, and very hot already. There was something about the atmosphere here that made you feel like having sex more than usual, some primal feeling about the air there that was hard to explain. It often rained even during hot weather and then the whole city took on a sultry lush quality that suggested long nights of steamy sex. You were quickly sweating as you ran down the steep hill that was typical of Sydney, then up the next one, down another, along the gravel path. As you struck a quick light rhythm with your running, your body felt strong and vital, and yet, you felt, it was all going to waste. To be honest you craved sex. You needed to be used…
Somewhere behind you as you ran, you could sense someone approaching. Somehow you felt that it was a man although you didn't turn to look. He dwelt there for a while, almost certainly checking out your bum as you bounced along the path in your tight black shorts. You hear the footsteps getting louder behind you then a man drew up beside you running.
“Hi”, he said. “What a nice morning”.
“Yes”, you hear yourself say, smiling and blushing a little.
You felt like he was trying to come onto you. Normally you would brush him off. But today perhaps you might have been otherwise persuaded. Who knew? He was the rough masculine looking type of guy that attracted you, dark-haired with intense dark eyes. You wondered how he might like to fuck you if only you allowed him. Crazy thoughts of wild sex flashed through your mind.
“Do you live near here?”
“No”, you lied.
“Oh I see. You drive here to run.”
You smile. “What's it to you?”
“Listen, I hope you don’t think I’m rude but you have a nice bum.”
“You are rude. Very rude!”
You pretended to be offended but your blushes suggested something else. You continued to run along in silence side by side. Then suddenly he stopped in his tracks and moved a few feet off the path towards the bushes. You stopped running and looked at him. Yes, you thought, he might just do.
“Look here! I want to show you something. Come with me!”
He ran off the side of the track and between some thick paperbark shrubs, into a small clearing between the trees. There were a few signs that teenagers had been partying there recently, some empty beer bottles and bits of debris. “Come! I want to show you.”
You looked at him. He was quite good looking and had some a****l quality that appealed to you. It would be easy to tell him to fuck off. It was in your power. But your pussy tingled with the possibility of being fucked by him. You almost admired his audacity and confidence. Also, the possible danger of following this stranger, and where he was leading you, was exciting.
He extended his hand and you took it. He drew you back beyond the shrubs and into the small clearing beyond. You drew closer and he turned and kissed you hard on the mouth, and you allowed him. You felt his hands run over your tits, then squeeze them hard. You didn't protest, feeling yourself becoming aroused and your head spinning with the urgent need for rough hard cock. Your hand wandered down to the front of his shorts and brushed lightly against the hard bulge. You suddenly felt in his power. You had no desire to escape; quite the contrary in fact. You would be happy to please him, or let him take his pleasure from you, then and there.
“Take your top off and show me your tits.”
Sometimes being ordered around excited you although you would not admit it. You were only too happy to tell some arsehole to fuck off for telling you to make coffee at work. But now you did what you were told without question or hesitation. Your heart is pounding as you pull your top off over your head, then stand in front of him, his eyes burning as he surveyed your small pert boobs with their hard pink nipples. They were already glistening with sweat beads, and sweat ran down your smooth firm belly to your pubes.
“You're going to suck my cock now, you sexy bitch!” he commanded. You did as you were ordered, dropping to your knees before the bulge in his running shorts. The stones and broken twigs cut your bare knees as you pulled them down and revealed his thick, heavily veined cock. Kneeling in the sticks, gravel and debris by the path, you opened your lips as wide as you could, allowing him to slide his rigid cock over your tongue and then began sucking up and down his shaft, the stones digging into your knees and the sweat dripping off your hair. You grabbed his arse and worked your mouth along his length in a frenzy wanting to give him pleasure and half out of your mind with the sensation. You abandoned yourself to his cock letting him have your mouth for his use, feeling it filing your mouth and working it with your tongue, just like you fantasized about doing when you made yourself cum alone in your flat. Now you were sucking off a strange man on your knees in a public place with people passing just feet away. A couple of men ran by discussing something in loud voices and laughing. Did they hear you moan as you swallowed his meat? At this point you didn't care.
“That's it, now put your hands behind your back. I want to use your throat.”
His heavy balls now slapped against your chin as he fucked your mouth roughly, without concern for your feelings, using you for his pleasure. You loved the feeling of being choked by him, hardly able to shallow his girth, the head of his cock touching the back of your throat, his rod sliding all the way in and out of your mouth slick with your saliva. Spit dripped onto your tits as he used your mouth and throat roughly, grunting as he face fucked you. The sensation of his cock reaching the depths of your throat made you soaking wet. You couldn't help touching your pussy through your shorts that were now wet with sweat and pussy juices.
“Hands behind your back bitch, didn't I say?”
He slapped your cheek hard enough to sting. You put both hands behind your back and he resumed working your throat with his cock, enjoying choking you with his rod, then drawing it out and letting you breathe and gasp, then mouth fucking you again.
By now things were getting out of control and you had no idea what he might do next. He drew his cock out of your mouth, gleaming with your spit, and rubbed it eyeing you off hungrily.
“Now put your face down and arse up for me, I'm going to fuck you from behind.”
You turned around and did as he commanded, feeling your excitement increasing as you stuck your round little arse up in the air and put you face low to the dirty, debris-strewn dirt. Your plump smoothly shaved cunt burned to be fucked. People had fucked in this spot before, you thought. Probably even this guy. How many other women had he fucked here in this very spot? Now felt him pull at your skin tight shorts and drag them down. Your plump arse cheeks popped out of them like a ripe peach, and he grabbed each cheek with evident lust and slapped you hard enough on each side to make you gasp with pain. That only made you still crazier for his dick. He knew exactly what you craved and was giving it to you. He suddenly slipped a finger into your wet pink slit, and drew it back and forth, making you moan with delight.
“You are dripping wet you dirty whore. You want the cock heh?”
He laughed and you didn't answer. You whimpered a little as he rubbed the head of his cock back and forth between your arse cheeks, teasing your bum crack, drawing it back and forth and rubbing it against your tight arsehole, making you fear he might try to sodomise you, but then pressed it against your cunt lips, driving you crazy to be fucked hard.
“Be quiet or they'll hear you. Don't make a sound. Now I'm going to fuck you!”
As he pounded at your tender cunt without mercy you bit your lip, trying not to make a sound as the feet of joggers crunched on the gravel path beyond the paperbark bushes, maybe two or three metres away. Your firm peach of an arse bounced as his cock drove in and out your soaked red pussy lips, driving him on to fuck you even harder. He grabbed your blonde pony tail and roughly drew your head back by the hair as he rode you like a cheap little whore, each thrust of his cock pushing your breasts and belly down into the dirt.
“Fucking dirty slut, cum on my dirty cock! And don't make a sound! Even if you cum! You want to cum now, don't you!”
You moan in assent, and try to nod obediently, your head in a daze. Being called a slut like this turned you on all the more. The sound of people passing, even walking and conversing right by the path drove you wild as you felt his meat penetrate your womb, his thumb roughly hooked into your tight pink bum hole. The sharp grit, broken rocks, branches and discarded debris dug painfully into your tender skin, hurting your palms, cutting into your knees, as he fucked you on all fours like an a****l on heat. You shivered as you came, his length driving into you, biting your lip as he grabbed your hips and forced you into intense pleasure with his ruthless cock.
Suddenly he withdrew from your swollen cunt lips, gleaming with your juices, and unloaded thick hot spurts of white sperm all over your bum cheeks and back. You loved the sensation of hot cum splattered all over your skin and moaned aloud for anyone passing by to hear. Perhaps someone had been watching the whole time? Who could ever tell?
Abruptly he did up his pants, got off you and ran off down the track, leaving you there on all fours, sperm all over your arse and shaking after the orgasm he had forced on you. Having used you for his pleasure, he was gone, probably to the office somewhere nearby where he worked. Left there, still trembling from the rough and impassioned sex, sweat ran into your eyes and stung, sweat covered your tits and belly. Just feet away you heard others running by, unaware of your presence in such a disgraced condition. The thought occurred that someone might find you there, with your bare bum up in the air, and sperm dripping off you, and then just use you like a shamed whore, and then call others to do the same. Just then you would have allowed them to use you as they wanted and been grateful for it. You would have sucked off a bunch of strange men and savoured their cum as they shot their loads into your dirty whore mouth. But no one appeared. Slowly you pulled up your clothes, stood up and then ran off down the track, passing people who didn't suspect what a whore you had just been minutes earlier. You had the feeling that this would be but your first erotic adventure in this strange new city.