Kara knew what he wanted.
On the way home Percy pulled into a dirty alley and stopped the car. Her boyfriend wanted another quickie, for a second time that day. Percy loved to screw in public.
Kara released her double-d boobs and dropped her bra on the floor...
and that's when she found them
. A pair of lacy crotchless panties! They weren't Kara's.
"You cheating bastard!" Kara slapped Percy's face, ripped his shirt and punched him in the balls. Her boyfriend pushed her out of the car and drove off before she could grab her bra.
Kara flipped him off with both hands as she stood in the alley, with her naked tits hanging out. She didn't care until she heard two bums whistle. "Shit."
Running behind a dumpster, Kara tucked her tits in her blouse and tried to make a call. But her phone was dead. Shit-Shit-Shit. No bra. No phone. No Uber.
Kara found herself alone, miles from home, hiding behind a dumpster. It got worse.
The two bums cornered her. "Hey sweetie. We want your purse and your purse-y." They laughed. "That pretty pink purse-y between your legs."
Kara tried to run but they shoved her down, grabbing her purse. One guy yanked open her blouse while the other guy pulled off her panties. They whistled at Kara's naked tits and twat.
"We're gonna take turns with you honey."
"Stop it!" Kara screamed. "HELP!"
Out of nowhere roared a leather-clad angel. His Harley roared right into the bums, knocking them down. They stumbled over each other and ran off.
Kara quickly tucked in her tits, jumped up and hugged the stranger as hard as she could. "You saved me!" Tears came to her eyes. "I'm totally grateful! They were going to rape me."
"No they weren't. I been watching you the whole time. "He laughed." I was ready to beat up those jerks." The stranger squeezed her butt.
"But I waited until they got your clothes off, 'cause I wanted to see your snatch."
Kara wanted to slap the stranger, but she couldn't. She felt his hand moved under her skirt and Kara pushed it away. She was totally grateful, but not
THAT
totally grateful.
Then Kara recognized her savior, his name was Rocco... And he was dangerous.
Rocco smiled as his dark eyes gleamed. He looked her up and down like she was a piece of candy... or maybe a piece of meat. His strong arms pulled her close again, crushing her fat tits into his leather jacket.
"Hey cutie I'll bet your stressed as hell. " Rocco held out a joint. "Here, this will calm you down."
Kara froze, being held in his arms felt surprisingly nice. She stuttered, "But I- I don't smoke."
"Aw c'mon." She shook her head. "C'mon try it babe. Or are you just a stuck-up prissy."
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?"
"A PRISSY—not the other word." Rocco laughed "Hey I recognize you, you're Kara." He smiled. "Last week I was delivering some herb to the frat rats. And sweetie I seen you on campus, jogging, with yo
ur bongo
boobs bouncing up and down.
Kara blushed, covering her chest. Rocco reached down and squeezed her thigh. "C'mon geek girl let's have some fun and get to know each other." He held out the joint again.
"Okay sure, whatever." She sucked on the joint— and coughed up a lung.
Rocco laughed harder making Kara blush. "Not like that sweetie, take it in slow and easy... hold in your breath."
She inhaled and felt limp. An odd feeling coursed through her body as her mind floated. Through her haze, Kara saw Rocco's dreamy brown eyes. He pulled her to his chest again.
And she noticed the aroma of leather and sweat, with a hint of gasoline ... terribly erotic.
"That's it babe, take another long hit. Sweetie you know, you're damn sexy for a geek girl... in that hot-as-fuck plaid skirt... You really-really turn me on!"
Kara smiled and stared at her feet. They looked fuzzy. An odd thrill tickled deep her pussy at the thought of this beast having the hots for her. Not that she'd ever do anything with him. Rocco was rude and so dangerous.
But he did save her from getting gang-banged by those bums. That was worth
something
... maybe a
piece
