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Abducting Kinky Karen
(Anna Mann)

Excerpt from Abducting Kinky Karen

She'd been as nervous as hell the first time she tried to set something up. Not feeling confident enough to come up with an idea of her own she'd opted for what she knew worked. Wearing a long black leather coat and knee-high boots she'd waited in another bus shelter. The minutes ticked away and she remained alone, eventually she detected movement. The plastic carrier bag on her lap felt heavy, it contained her clothes, a pair of light cotton pants and a t-shirt that would quickly slip over her head if she needed to become respectable in a hurry. It wasn't heavy, she understood that it was just nerves and imagination that had added the feeling of weight.

Shit she thought as she heard the sound of heels on pavement, it was a girl heading her way. Correction, girls she thought as the clicking sound got closer, two pairs of heels.

Well flashing girls isn't what I set out to do she thought and prepared to move on to a different shelter.

Before she could move they appeared, both were dressed like sluts and staggered slightly. Short skirts, low cut tops, their make-up screamed whore. And both drunk she thought as they leaned on each other to steady themselves.

Would it turn me on? She questioned silently, she'd clicked through plenty of porn sites and had to admit that girls dressed like sluts always made her feel disturbingly aroused. And they are pretty she thought as she surreptitiously studied them as they sat close by, mid-twenties I would guess. And very drunk she noted, one girl had pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse, then proceeded to spill all of her matches onto the ground as she attempted to light. She shuffled from the bench and ended up on her knees, her friend rested a hand on her back.

Now or never Karen thought, then before she could talk herself out of it she stood and opened her coat, stepping forward her pussy was on the same level as the kneeling girl.

"What the fuck?" the seated girl exclaimed. "You dirty bitch!" she added as Karen grabbed the crouching girl's hair and ground her flooded snatch against the stunned girl's face.

"Pervert!" she didn't look back as she sprinted away buttoning her coat at the same time. They were too drunk to chase her, that she knew for sure, and after turning a street corner she slowed to a gentle jog, then stopped completely, and with her hands on her knees she caught her breath.

"Oh fuck." she gasped, "That was so wrong!" she'd intended to simply flash, shove a couple of fingers in her cunt, then turn and escape. Never in a million years had she planned to rub her snatch against the girl's face. "So very wrong, but it felt... amazing!"