03H2924-My pussy is groped by a stalker during my part-time job while wearing a Chinese dress

The petite Asian woman adjusted her red cheongsam, the silky fabric hugging her curves as she made her way through the bustling shopping mall. Her platform heels clicked rhythmically on the polished floor as she hurried to her part-time job at the clothing store. Little did she know, a pair of predatory eyes followed her every move.

“Excuse me, miss, do you work here?” a gruff male voice called out from behind her.

Startled, the woman turned to face her would-be customer. She barely reached his broad chest, her almond eyes widening as she took in the towering figure looming over her. “Y-Yes, I do… How may I assist you, sir?”

The man’s eyes roamed lecherously over her body, lingering on the plunging neckline that showed an enticing hint of cleavage. “I think I need some…special attention,” he growled, his voice dripping with insinuation.

The woman felt a chill run down her spine at his unsettling gaze. “I’m not sure what you mean, sir. Perhaps I can help you with some merchandise instead?” She tried to step around him, but he blocks her path.

“It’s you I’m interested in, sweetheart,” the man purred, reaching out to grab her wrist. “Why don’t you come into the changing room with me?”

“Let go of me!” the woman gasped, yanking her arm free. Panic welled in her chest as she realized she was trapped alone with this creep. The changing rooms were in a deserted corner of the store, perfect for his nefarious purpose.

The man backed her against the wall, his large hands pinning her shoulders. “Don’t be like that, baby,” he cooed, his alcoholic breath hot on her face. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You want it too.”

“I don’t! Now please, let me go!” The woman’s voice rose in desperation, but the few other customers in the store were too far away to hear. She squirmed futilely against his imprisoning grip.

Smirking at her protests, the man slid one hand down to grope her breast through her dress. He gave the soft mound a painful squeeze. “Fuck, I knew you’d have nice tits,” he groaned, his cock hardening in his pants. “Let’s see the rest.”

Her cheeks burning with humiliation, the woman whimpered as he tore open her cheongsam, sending buttons flying. Her strapless bra was pushed up, exposing her full breasts to his lecherous stare. Pinching her stiffening nipples cruelly, he chuckled at her whimpers.

“Looks like somebody’s a little turned on,” the man taunted. She could only moan as he slid one hand up her bare thigh, pushing aside her thin panties. Rough fingers prodded her slit, finding her shamefully wet. “I knew you wanted this.”

“Please… stop…” the woman whimpered, but her body betrayed her, arching into his groping touch. The man’s cruel chuckle only increased as he shoved two thick fingers into her tight sheath, pumping them roughly.

Her hands flew to cover her mouth to stifle her moans as he finger-fucked her hard and fast. Tears streamed down her face at the confusing onslaught of sensation. She was both revolted and inexplicably aroused by this violation. Her pussy clenched around his invading digits, viscous fluids dripping down her thighs.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the man grunted, adding a third finger. Her slick walls stretched obscenely to accept them. “I’m going to enjoy destroying this little cunt.”

He twisted his hand painfully, scissoring his fingers to force her open. The woman writhed against him, dizzy with the sheer force of the pleasure-pain. She could only take what he gave her, powerless as he used her for his own sick amusement.

Using his thumb, the man rubbed harsh circles over her aching clit, alternating with light pinches that made her jump. His other hand continued assaulting her sopping channel. The woman’s cries grew louder, her whole body shaking as the intense sensations built to a breaking point.

“Come for me, slut,” the man commanded, grinding the heel of his palm into her mound. He watched her face contort with agonized bliss as her pussy spasmed wildly around him. A gush of hot fluid soaked his hand as she squirted, the orgasm seemingly endless in its intensity.

The woman collapsed against the wall, sobs wracking her slight frame. The man’s fingers slipped from her twitching hole with a lewd squelch. She shuddered as she felt his seed splatter against her thigh, added warmth to her bare skin. With a cruel pat to her ass, he zipped up and left her there, used and spent.

Shaking, the woman righted her disheveled clothing as best she could. Tears continued to flow as the shameful reality sunk in. Her part-time job hadn’t ended with any small commission tonight – instead, she’d been viciously assaulted. And as much as she tried to deny it, her treacherous body had relished the abuse.