So, last week I was hella hungry later at night, but ive been strapped for cash lately so I dont have much at home, especially easy to fix stuff. So I said fuck it and gathered up what money I had and walked to the convenient store. I went and got a pre packaged burger, knowing I was two bucks short but hoping since it was so late he would just take what I had and let it slide, I'd like to think im pretty good looking so that helps from time to time. but sometimes it doesn't. When we inevitably rung it up and got the out of reach total, I asked him if there was any way he could cut off the extra money. now, the cashier spoke very little English, so after some confusing back and forth he gestured to the rooms behind the counter telling me to "come, come. pay." I asked him what he meant, but i was left only more confused when he replied. so, into the back i followed him, leading me into a small employee room with a small couch and desk.

the room was cluttered and somewhat messy. I slowly walked in, sitting carefully on the small couch, its cold dampness pressing against the thin layer of leggings and panties I had on, making me shiver. closing the door and locking it, the man then told me to take off my clothes in very broken english. I told him to wait and that i didnt know that was what he wanted. now that may sound untrue, but at the time it didnt really occur to me. I refused, not exactly wanting to have sex with a man I didnt know, or anything else he may have had planned. In responce, he told me through that thick accent that he would call the police on me for attempting to take the burger, which we both knew was a lie. but with my hands tied,I stood up and took off my clothes, feeling him and the security cam i didnt see until later staring at me.

once i was done, he looked me over, mumbling in what I can only assume was his language. "sit" he told me, to which I adimantly refused, not wanting my bare pussy anywhere near that thing. He told me again, not asking as he pulled out his cock. my heart began racing as he came closer, pushing me back onto the couch, feeling its cold wetness from being in a cool dark room all day pressing against my womanhood. god knows just how many people have used that couch, but by its sad state and course fabric i assume it was old. I wanted to cry as i felt my soft pussy lips rubbing the thing, then he told me something which confused me then put a pit in my stomach once it was clear what he wanted. Basically, this weirdo wanted me to grind my pussy against this couch since he saw how much it grossed me out. I objected, but at this point you know where that got me. In a few minutes I was reluctantly rubbing myself against the couch while he stroked his cock feverishly seemingly getting off on my discomfort.

Then he left, telling me to keep going while he was gone which i didnt until he reappeared with what looked like a few packages of those sex stimulants you see up at the counter. I watched him go over to a small water cooler, taking some unknown pills and washing it or them down before bringing me a water, pushing 4 different pills into my mouth, making me swallow them down with the water. after I got them down, he pulled back, eyeing me all over before telling me to lift my legs. this immediately sent my heart into overdrive, after the usual back and forth i stuck my legs out awkwardly straight so I could have room to kick him if he tried moving in with his very erect and very unprotected cock. but to my surprise, he instead ran his hands along my petit feet, sliding them along my thigh high socks, feeling my fabric bound thighs as his filthy dick throbbed with absolute delight. Without even bothering to ask anymore, he pushed my small feet together, pushing his cock between them, starting at the toes, pushing through as he humped. He kept switching his gaze from me to my pussy, still rubbing the foul fabric.

after a minute or more, he stopped, staring me up and down as he slipped his fingers under the edge of my right sock, pulling it off and sniffing it before taking off the other, then the sick fuck put them in his drawer. as he made his way back to me, he bent down at my clothes, grabbing my underwear, smelling them over and over before using them to stroke his cock, oh so kindly using the inside fabric to clean any pre. right around this time I started to feel a bit more loose and casual even the situation was anything but and I was still aware of that. again, he pulled off my panties, still holding them as he told me to pull up my feet, so that i did, feeling his cock against my bare skin, fucking my feet. At the time, i just went with it, closing my eyes as he did his business, whatever he made me take sidetracking me. I came to awareness quickly as i felt him move move my legs up, but by the time I reacted it was too late, he already had ahold of the undersides of my thights, making any struggle nigh impossible.

but I didnt even have time for much struggle besides a few quick flails before I felt his disgusting cock force inside my pussy. long story short there, he fucked me until he came inside despite my pleas, he just stuffed my panties in my mouth. Thank god im on birth control, but i have been very inconsistent with it since i hadnt been having any sex, but after I made sure to take as many as I could. He came inside me a total of around six or so times, moving me around and shoving varying things in my mouth as he went. Eventually I was set free, being made to wear my jizzy panties, feeling my wet bare feet in my boots that he at some point came inside, knowing id be barefoot. he offered no cleanup and wouldnt let me use the bathroom. I did end up getting the food but by then I wasnt hungry.

now, I went back earlier today and to my surprise and discomfort it was him. when I rung my stuff up, he asked me if i wanted a discount and I uncomfortably said no. he finished ringing me up and went back into the room, telling me to hold on. I reluctantly wait since my stuff wasnt bagged hand he came bach with something that he put in my bag with the food. when I got outside, I checked and to both my suprise and not, it was A single sock of mine, made hard by severe overuse. Id be lying if if I told you i didnt try it on. As i laid on my bed writing this ive been rubbing my pussy with the socks heel, feeling the sticky cum against my pussy, brought back from petrification by my increasingly wet pussy. I still havent came and ive been writing for hours, so i think i might just go to the store~