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"mug her for her boots" WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENTS
I found this on the net , a short story that is a gem .Hope nobody minds for some explicit contents... ah I must remember that the poor victim is a 18 years old girl, so posting here doesn't break our no minors rule
It was a day like any other. I was riding the subway making my way home from work. As usual, I was pretty bored with this monotonous journey, until she entered the train and sat opposite me. She was so cute, no older than 18, but absolutely gorgeous.
I had never considered myself a lesbian before but this girl could turn anyone’s head. I desperately wanted to get her clothes off and view her in all her natural beauty.
This girl was stunning, a teen with real natural beauty. Her beauty was accentuated by her choice of clothes. She was a punk, but not in an extreme way, but enough to attract attention. Her hair was short and styled in a deliberately messy manner, she wore a stud in her nose, and her dress was devised from an oversized grey woolly sweater, a black skirt, black leggings that ran down to the top of her shins, black socks and black leather DM style boots with yellow laces. I could not take my eyes off those boots, they were so cute and so was she. I sat opposite this teen cutie, just a few feet away, staring at her stunning footwear. I eventually looked up at her face and she was staring directly at me – in a kind of ‘what are you looking at’ way. I risked a smile but she looked away in contempt and crossed her feet in an attempt to obscure my view of her footwear.
After a short while she stood up and made her way to the train doors. The train stopped and she left. I couldn’t resist, I jumped up and followed. I followed her at a distance, constantly wondering why. Why was I following her? I could not leave her but what was I going to do with her? “Mug her for her boots” my mind kept saying. I knew the area well and worked out the best position to jump her. I was 27 at the time and 3 times bigger than this teeny, she had no chance. I took a short cut and got in front of her.
I waited for her in anticipation. I did not have to wait long until I spotted her making her way down the path in my direction. I felt both nervous and excited as I hid behind the nearest dense tree. I waited patiently until it was time to strike.
Jumping the girl from behind, I quickly pushed her off the path and into the woods.
“Stop…what are you doing?” she shouted.
“Quiet *****” was my response as I forced her back up against the nearest tree.
“What are you doing?” she repeated
“This is an old fashion mugging and nothing else…do what I say and you won’t get hurt” I informed her.
“I haven’t got anything” was her response.
“You have enough” I said stroking her cheek. She turned her face away from my hand.
“Mmmm, nice boots” I commented, looking down at her feet. She ignored my comment and looked away.
“Now, we are going to walk a little deeper into the woods and then you’re gonna hand over your money, jewellery and boots…now move” I ordered
She started walking in the direction that I pointed.
After a short while I told her to stop and stand with her back against the nearest tree.
“Money…hand it over” I ordered
She slowly removed her canvass purse and emptied it into my hands. My hands filled with a bunch of coins.
“Is that it” I asked her
“It’s all I have” was her response
“Well it won’t do…get your jewellery off…all of it…including that nose stud” I said
Slowly she removed her jewellery piece by piece and placed it in my open hand. Her ring, watch, bracelet, necklace and nose stud were all handed over. I put it all in my pocket and looked down at her feet.
“…now the boots” I said
“Don’t take my shoes…I have to walk home” she pleaded
“Not my problem *****…now get em off… strip those feet” was my response
“Please, you can have anything else, but don’t steal my shoes” she begged.
“Forget it…I want them shoes…and because you’ve argued, I want your skirt too” I informed her.
“What!!” she said
“Skirt…I want your skirt as well” I informed her
“Now get your boots and skirt off, anymore arguing and I’ll have your panties as well”
She slowly unclasped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicking it over to me.
She looked so stunning stood their in her black leggings that I just couldn’t resist her. I stepped forward until we were nose to nose and slowly slipped my hand under her leggings and into her panties. Her faced was covered in shock and her eyes opened widely as I hunted around inside her little panties – but she did not resist. I gently inserted a finger into her vagina and her mouth opened as wide as her eyes. I continued to force my finger into her as she backed higher and higher up the tree that was immediately behind her. She was desperately trying to escape my finger but could only back away so far. I looked down at her feet and noticed that she was stood on tip-toe in those beautiful boots, trying to prevent further penetration.
I looked back into her eyes which were now closed, however her mouth remained wide open. She whimpered as I began rotating the finger that was inserted deeply inside of her. It struck me that she was enjoying the sensation and she began gyrating on my finger, letting out a slight whimper every so often. Thrusting my finger harder and quicker with every second, she began riding my finger. It was as if she had never masturbated before, she was definitely peaking orgasm. She continued whimpering and gyrating until she finally reached her climax, screaming out in ecstasy. I withdrew my finger, pulling my hand out of her panties. Her legs were like jelly, her energy sapped. I slowly dragged her from the tree and laid her out on a nearby patch of grass – she didn’t even open her eyes. She laid still with both arms stretched out above her head, her eyes remained closed, but she still appeared to be experiencing an orgasm. I reached down and lifted her left foot up to where I stood and ever so slowly began unlacing her boot. She looked up at me and meekly watched her boot being taken, she continued gyrating slightly where she was lying – It was as if she was now enjoying the sensation of her boot being removed. Once unlaced I yanked at the boot, dragging her a little way across the floor, it finally slipped off and her socked foot dropped back down to the ground. I lifted the boot to my nose and inhaled the inside, taking in the warm sweet aroma of new leather. She continued watching me closely, still stimulating herself. I dropped her left boot on the ground, but before I could reach for her right, she lifted her foot up to where I stood, inviting me to take her boot – I knew it, she was enjoying someone else removing her boots.
I grabbed the boot and tore at the lace until the boot was lose enough to virtually fall off. Yanking it off, I dropped it next the other. I then bent down and peeled her socks off in order to view her pretty naked feet. I rolled the socks up and tucked them into the boots. I then collected up her skirt and boots and headed off, leaving the girl laid out on the floor, she barely looked up.
Once home I place her boots in the standing position on the middle shelf in my bedroom. I never wanted to wear them or sell them; I just wanted them as a token to remind me of this beauty. Every time I entered my bedroom her boots were just in front of me acting as a very interesting reminder of a very interesting encounter.
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