In the early summer morning, a time when the birds just begin to chirp and faint hues of pink and purple streak across the dark open sky, hours before any proper sunrise, a woman was already awake and preparing for her day. Alexandria, a college student during the school year and a full-time sales representative at her local jeweler, tugged a black undersized sports bra over her shoulder length, shimmering red hair and small, perky, pale breasts. She didn't spend much time in the sun, so her chest was free of any freckles or tan lines. She picked out a bright blue tank top, one that hugged her tight frame, and slid a pair of teal bike shorts over her smooth legs and firm butt. Now fully dressed and tugging her hair into a firm ponytail, she inspected herself in the mirror.
Her outfit wasn't stunning, she thought, but it got the job done. She prodded at her stomach, checking for soft spots like she was inspecting a mango at the store. She worked hard to stay in shape but worried that somewhere she had begun to slip into flabbiness. Running her hands down her thighs, she spread her legs into a wide stretch, making sure every bit of her was ready for the morning. Her hips were a bit stiff from sleeping weirdly, so she took her time on them, slowly working them counterclockwise against the floor, loosening them up until she was fully satisfied. With hours to go before the rest of the city woke up, illuminated by the speckled streetlamps defying the darkness, Alexandria started her morning run.
A quick, slender figure slipping between the shades of black and faint orange glimmers, Alexandria traced the greenway path like a delicate, winding thread. Her lungs filled with the clear, morning air, and her feet reached out to touch the pavement to the rhythm of the pulsing in her ears. In the dark, wearing only her skin-tight running clothes, she almost felt naked, vulnerable. There was nowhere for her to keep a weapon, and even if there was it would only slow her down. Anybody could come along, happen to see her, and decide to take advantage of a poor, innocent girl like her. It was exhilarating, and the thought kept her pace up because speed was her only protection. If someone wanted to take her, they would have to catch her first. Honestly, at the rate she was going, they would have earned it.
She made it back to the apartment complex, drenched in sweat. Her tank top clung to her stomach, and dark crescents had formed under her breasts. She could feel just how slick her babymaker was from the ordeal and was eager to get out of these clothes. As soon as her door was shut her top came off, and then immediately after her bra hit the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rubbed the lines the bra had left around her breasts from crushing them. She really needed to get a better-fitting bra, she thought as she peeled off her bike shorts and panties in one go, lying on the cool kitchen tiles. She rolled onto her belly and gasped a little as the chill pressed against her overheated breasts, but it felt nice. Once the floor had become warm and wet from her exhausted, naked body, Alexandria pulled herself up and headed for the shower.
At first, the water was too cold for her after being hot for so long, and she struggled to breathe as she tried to get used to it. Once the air returned to her, Alexandria, eyes closed, head tilted back, couldn't help but grin. She hadn't locked the door to her apartment when she came in, and the thought of what could happen made her in-between ache. As her hands wandered, she imagined the latch clicking open and a rough-looking man stepping inside.
He followed her home from her run and has been following her for weeks now to track her route and her schedule. He tears open the shower door and clamps his calloused, dirty hand over her mouth before she can scream. He pulls her out into the hallway by her throat, and, with a dark glint in his eye, he rams her to the hilt with his meaty, wicked womb raider. Her frigid, porcelain-pale breasts smash on the tile floor against his weight. With every thrust, she could feel her body betray her more, her juices flowing, granting him easier entry. Her hips buck desperately, at first to get away, but then as the need takes over to urge him deeper until he pushes her down and shoots ropes of his thick, sticky cum directly into her womb.
Alexandria's face was deep crimson as she leaned against the shower wall, desperately mashing her fingers into her sopping wet hole. As she came, she clamped her delicate hand over her mouth to stifle a long, low moan. She slumped to the bottom of the shower, letting the ice-cold water wash her autumn hair over her half-closed eyes. Underneath the stream of red and wet was a small smile on Alexandria's face. She got up from the floor, rubbed her body all over just to feel the goosebumps, cleaned the goo from between her legs, and strutted out of the shower as she towel-dried her hair.
The rest of the morning went by quickly as Alexandria prepared herself for work. She started with her favorite top: a ruffled, sheer, light pink blouse with a breast-cradling cut that center dives beneath her ribs, almost like mermaid seashells. She loved the way customers' eyes would wander when she wore it. She matched the blouse with an equally ruffled, layered knee-length skirt, blow-dried her hair, and put on her set of delicate gold rings that she liked to gesture with. She left her neck bare on purpose to emphasize just how much of her pale, bare chest was available for viewing. Her perfume smelled like lemons and sugar, and it had glitter which further accentuated her complexion. Lastly, she brought out a small box and set it on her bed. Inside were two objects: a crystal buttplug, and a similar one for her lady parts. Heavy and solid, she gently slipped both plugs into her naked holes, gasping as they were sucked in. She rubbed her legs against each other, feeling the bulges inside of her. She put on a pair of sheer pink panties to keep it all in, brushed her hair, and went to work.
