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Abducted On Flasher Street
(Anna Mann)

"Hi." He had appeared from nowhere and sat at the opposite end of the bench. Roxie smiled at him, the fact that he had distanced himself meant that he wasn't a threat. The perverts always tried to get as close as possible, they always made her uncomfortable, but this stranger was different.

"Beautiful weather we're having." he added, Roxie smiled again and nodded. If he was trying to chat her up then he was going to be very disappointed, he must have been in his forties, at least twice her age... and Roxie didn't go for older guys, a couple of years older was her limit.

"Yeah, it's been nice today." she replied, then wondered why he was clutching a black bag in his lap. Seconds later she realised that the bag was rising and falling slightly, a rhythm that was gradually increasing in pace.

"The day got much nicer," he gasped, "Now that I've seen the most beautiful girl in town."

What the hell? Roxie thought, should she take that as a compliment, or should she see it as creepy?

The bag began to move more obviously and his face looked strained, almost as though he was in pain.

"I'm sorry," he groaned, "But you are so beautiful I can't help myself." And as Roxie's jaw dropped in shock he lifted the bag away and stood to show her his hard fat cock.

"Sorry!" he grunted as his expression became even more pained, and as Roxie's wide eyes shifted back to his throbbing member he shot a thick rope of sticky cum toward her. With a sound that Roxie would never forget that first load splattered onto the concrete paving.

"Fuck I'm so sorry!" he gasped again as a second spurt arced into the air between them.

Roxie had instantly covered her open mouth in shock, now she simply stared as he shot another couple of wads onto the floor, then with his cheeks burning scarlet he snatched up his black bag and ran.

Stunned; Roxie watched him disappear around a corner, then she looked down at the lines of semen that had almost reached her feet.

"Oh my God!" she gasped aloud. She'd heard from a couple of her friends about flashers, they described them as dirty little men, balding creeps in long coats who waved a wrinkled cock then ran away. He wasn't dirty, or bald she told herself, true, he was probably a bit creepy to have done that in front of her, but in a strange way she felt that she could forgive him that. He wasn't offensive or threatening, in fact he seemed ashamed of what he'd done, and I guess I could take it as a compliment.

"It was a compliment." she whispered as she looked again at all the cum that had so rapidly thinned and soaked into the concrete. Of all the girls in the city he followed me, then showed me how he cums. I bet he'll jerk off again later, thinking about me, picturing me.