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The Jogger 
by Wandering Dave (no address provided)

***

A lurker follows a woman jogging after midnight. (MF, 
nc, rp, anal) 

***

She appeared right on schedule jogging down this 
remote stretch of gravel road wearing a sports bra and 
jogging pants. Derrick watched under a three quarters 
full moon as her breasts jiggled up and down to the 
rhythm of her strides. There were no clouds to hide 
the moon so he could see her well. It was two thirty 
in the morning and no one else was awake anywhere in 
the vicinity. Her name was Kristen. Derrick had read 
it off her apartment mailbox when he followed her 
home.

Derrick stayed in the shadows as she came nearer and 
nearer. When she was almost abreast of his hiding 
place Derrick stepped out into her path. She squealed 
in surprise as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her 
through the thicket to the isolated telephone pole. 
The development company had installed it in 
anticipation of a subdivision that had never 
materialized, so there it stood, abandoned. 

Kristen struggled, but Derrick worked out daily, and 
since he was nearly double her weight and size there 
was little chance of her escaping. Holding one wrist 
he reached into his pocket and pulled out two zip ties 
he had previously synched into loops, one running 
through the other. He slipped one of the loops over 
her right wrist and pulled it snug, then pulled her 
arm around the pole and snugged up the remaining loop 
on her other wrist so that she was effectively tied to 
the pole. 

Derrick lifted the zip ties over a large nail he had 
previously hammered into the pole for that purpose. 
Kristen struggled but at this point she was well and 
truly caught. She could feel the roughness of the pole 
scratching her bare stomach.

Derrick stood behind her and ran his hands lightly 
over her body in anticipation. Kristen moaned quietly 
in fear. They were far enough from the nearest 
occupied housing that she could scream her head off 
without being heard, and she knew it.

Derrick spoke. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you, at 
least not in any lasting way." His hands were fondling 
her medium sized breasts and felt her nipples starting 
to harden against his palms. Derrick had put two 
cinder blocks next to the base of the pole and he made 
her step up onto them so that their waists were at the 
same level and her feet were spread about eighteen 
inches apart. His groin moved gently against her 
buttocks, pressing her more firmly against the pole. 
Kristen shivered in fear as she felt his hardness 
pressing against her backside.

Derrick pulled Kristen's jogging bra up until her 
breasts swung free. Her breasts were firm but were 
large enough that gravity was having some effect on 
them. Derrick held one in each hand, gently massaging 
them. They more than filled his hands. Her nipples 
were fully erect now and he pinched them lightly, 
forcing another groan from her.

Derrick nibbled on her neck, smelling the fragrance of 
her hair and her fear. He bit her ear, not too hard, 
as he ran his hands down her buttocks, feeling the 
lushness of her full hips. He slipped his hands inside 
her waistband and slowly rolled her jogging pants down 
her legs until they sagged at her ankles. The panties 
quickly followed. He lifted one of her legs to free it 
from her clothing, then the other leg. She was nearly 
naked, wearing nothing but her sports bra and that was 
up just underneath her chin.

Derrick ran his hand down her front and stroked her 
closely trimmed pubic hair. He teased her there for 
some time, enjoying the trembling of her body. Slowly 
he dipped a finger to run along the labia from front 
to back until he felt some dew. He slipped his finger 
between the lips and dragged the moisture back toward 
her clitoris. He massaged it softly for a few minutes, 
then gave it a sharp flick which brought a squeal of 
surprise from Kristen. 

Derrick flicked it more gently, back and forth until 
Kristen began to breathe heavily. As she built toward 
her climax Kristen began to moan softly, until with a 
sudden surge of huffing she came with a load groan, 
clutching Derrick's hand between her legs. She lurched 
and struggled, though her struggles were no longer 
against Derrick, until with a final wail she collapsed 
against him, sagging down the pole, supported by the 
zip ties over the nail in the pole.

Derrick unzipped his pants and pulled them off, 
followed by his underwear and t-shirt. He reached 
around her again to hold her breasts as he pressed his 
front against her back. His penis found the crack of 
her ass and he gently moved against her.

Kristen was recovering from her orgasm and the pain in 
her wrists forced her to stand more upright. Derrick 
reached down and moved his penis against her pussy 
until the head began to slip inside. "NO, NO," she 
cried, but Derrick ignored her as his dick slipped 
into her tight wetness. 

After two or three strokes he was fully lodged within 
her body. He moved one hand down to her waist and 
pulled it tightly against him giving him full access. 
He jammed his prick into her, harder and harder, until 
finally with a sharp bark he shot his cum deep inside 
her, and Kristen wailed as another orgasm ripped 
through her body. His penis slowly drooped until it 
slipped out of her pussy.

Derrick rested for a few minutes in the folding chair 
he had brought with him, gazing at her lovely body 
glowing in the moonlight. She was so intoxicating. His 
dick began to respond to the scene in front of him and 
he moved to stand behind her again. She jerked as his 
body touched hers.

"Not again, please!" she said, but Derrick ignored 
her. He reached between her legs and got some moisture 
from her pussy, which he rubbed on her anus. "Oh god, 
NO!" she cried, as he slipped his first knuckle inside 
her. Slowly he explored her tiny hole with his finger. 
Then he took it out and rubbed his prick along her 
pussy, getting it as wet as he could. He placed the 
head against her ass and began to push, until with a 
pop it slipped inside. Kristen wailed in pain and 
fear. 

After waiting for a few seconds until her spasms had 
ceased, Derrick pushed slowly until half his dick was 
in her butt. He pumped short slow strokes allowing 
Kristen to get accustomed to the feel of him in her 
butt. Slowly he pressed deeper with each thrust until 
he was fully lodged inside her anus, which squeezed 
tightly around the base of his prick. God that felt 
good! 

Derrick pressed her body up against the pole and 
fucked her in the ass for a long time. As he felt his 
cum rising he began to thrust harder and faster, until 
with a loud shout he came again. For the third time 
that night Kristen shrieked and came. Derrick slowly 
pulled away until with a sighing sound his penis fell 
from her ass. Kristen leaned against the pole and 
sobbed quietly.

When Kristen had regained some of her composure, 
Derrick stepped around in front of her and pulled a 
large folding knife from his pocket. Her eyes got wide 
as he flicked it open and she screamed as he reached 
toward her. Then he slipped the knife underneath one 
of the zip ties and cut it loose from her wrist. 

He quickly cut the other zip tie and handed her a damp 
towel he had brought with him, so that she could clean 
herself up. He did the same and they both got dressed.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" he asked. 

"No, my boyfriend is flying back from Washington, but 
I can be here Saturday, if that works for you?" she 
replied.

The End
 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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