8 comments/ 103542 views/ 6 favorites Against The Wall By: Phantom_Master I looked at my watch and I saw that it was already two in the morning. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn't have been a problem since I like partying until dawn but I was a bit tired tonight. Sleep was something that my body seemed to be craving more than sex—not that there was a shortage of people, from both genders, that I considered as potential bed partners at the bar in Makati where I regularly hung out. I went over to my friends Katya and Jaycee, who were at the bar, getting their drinks refilled. I tapped Kat on the shoulder and told her, "I'm ducking out for the night, guys." Katya turned with a smile on her face. "Just got lucky?" she asked. Jaycee was looking at me with a mischievous smile of her own. "Nope," I told them. "I think I need to sleep early today. I'm tired." The two of them understood. They both knew I'd been busy with work. I was the host and writer of a late-night, sex-oriented radio program and I usually stayed even after my shift to brainstorm with my staff regarding the next broadcasts. We rate well enough for my bosses and I was personally happy with the whole gig. "Okay, I'll tell the others that you went on home," she told me. "You want me to drive you home?" Jaycee offered. "No, thanks," I said. I wanted her to enjoy herself; she deserved it after her promotion at the ad agency where she worked. "Live it up—you're a big shot now, Jayce." Jaycee laughed at that. "Not as big as you, Asia. You sure?" "Yeah. I'd better leave while I can still drive." "If a cop stops you, you can always find a way out of it, right?" Katya said. We shared another laugh at that one. I kissed her and then Jaycee on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, guys," I told them. "Text me when you get home, okay?" Katya called after me. I flashed her a thumbs-up to assure her that I would. I made my way past the crowd towards the door and then exited the bar. The night air was sweet as I breathed it into my lungs to clear them of the smoke-filled atmosphere of the bar. I still smoke myself but it's a habit I'm trying to kick. Nowadays, I don't really smoke unless I'm with people who do and even then I try not to go beyond maybe two cigarettes. I walked towards the parking lot where I had left my car. The good spots closest to the bar had been filled up early so I had no choice. Anyway, the exercise would help clear the buzz in my head from the drinks I had. Hopefully, by the time I got to my car, I could drive steadily enough to pass for sober. If I wasn't feeling tired, I'd have taken a guy into the restroom and indulged in my favorite way of taking the edge off an alcoholic buzz. Oh, well, maybe some other time, I thought. Maybe I could even ask Katya or Jaycee or one of our other friends to come over tomorrow for a little hair of the dog...among other things. I started to think of who I was going to try to get into the sack with me and contemplating the fun I'd have getting it on with them when someone grabbed me from behind. A hand was clamped over my mouth. "I'm not going to hurt you but please don't make any trouble," a voice—a guy, from the sound of it—said. He brought me bodily to a nearby alleyway. There was a light there. It wasn't too bright but enough to see me by as he shoved me under it, against a wall. "Don't turn around until I tell you to, okay?" he said. I was mentally berating myself for getting into this kind of situation and wondering what it was he wanted when I felt his hand leave my mouth and cup my left breast. Well, at least I knew what he wanted. "I listen to your show every night, you horny bitch. I saw you at the bar and I...I wanted to talk to you but there were so many guys surrounding you. When I saw you leaving, I figured, fuck it, I'd take my chances." As he spoke, he squeezed my breast gently while doing the same thing to my butt. I had to admit, I was starting to get hot. Not that I wanted to be raped or anything but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't fantasize about somebody having their way with me. And now this guy was starting to do just that, and in public too—well, as public as an alleyway could be, anyway. That was two fantasies in one. I made up my mind right away. He hadn't taken my purse away from me. My phone was there and so was a can of military-grade Mace that an admirer gave me as a present. If things got too rough for my taste, I had an idea how to distract him long enough to get out of this jam. "Yeah?" I replied. "Well, looks like you're doing real good with your chance so far." That got him more active. His hand began pinching my left nipple while his other hand was inside my skirt and grabbing at my buttock. His lips touched the back of my neck. I could smell his cologne. It was nice brand; expensive, too. From the way he spoke English and from the way he was trembling with nervousness as much as excitement, I figured there was a good chance that he was a college kid from one of the more upscale schools in Metro Manila. The hand inside my skirt took hold of the waistband of my thong and began to pull at it as if to take it off. His other hand was trying to take my top off. "Let me help you," I told him. I surreptitiously dropped my purse on top of a stack of boxes next to us. He didn't notice. I slipped off my top—easy enough since it was just a short tube blouse—and dropped it over my purse to cover it. Then I took his hand and put it back on my breast. I heard him whisper "shit" when he discovered that I had no bra. I smiled at his reaction, despite the precariousness of the situation. Next to come off was my miniskirt. I dropped it on top of my blouse. His hand didn't need guiding. He found the crotch of my thong immediately and began to fondle my pussy. That felt good and I let him know it with a short gasp. His left hand was now alternately mashing my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. Meanwhile, his hand was inside my thong as he tried to insert a finger into my pussy. I reached behind me, found his crotch, and felt the bulge straining against his pants. I held it as best as I could and rubbed it, feeling it getting bigger. "You want my cock so badly? I'll give it to you," he said. "Kneel, you horny bitch." I tried not to smirk. Typical college-kid tough talk but a bit of a turn-on anyway. I knelt, thinking that now I could see his face just in case I needed to ID him in a lineup but he grabbed my hair and kept my face level with his crotch. "Don't fucking look at me. Just pay attention to my cock, bitch." His pants were open and he was bringing his tool out of his boxer shorts. Spongebob boxer shorts, no less. A gift from his girlfriend or his mother, no doubt. I began to stroke it once it was free. From the look of it, it was five and a half inches and quite thick. "Suck it, bitch," he growled but I didn't need the hint. I braced myself with my left hand on his hip and gripped his shaft with my right hand. I began to jerk him off, slowly at first. I felt him quiver and he looked up, gasping, whispering, "oh, fuck, oh, fuck" like he'd never had a handjob before. That was my cue to stroke him faster and grip his cock tighter. I started to blow him in earnest. Suck, lick, deep suck—that was what I did and it really turned him on. "Shit, shit, shit, shit..." was all he could say. After several minutes, he pulled my head off his cock and told me to stand up. He backed me against the wall; knowing what he was up to, I took off my thong and cast it aside with the rest of my clothes. He then rammed his cock inside me, trying to get it all in with one thrust but not quite making it. He had to take two more thrusts. Once he was in, he grabbed my hands, pinned them to the wall, and began humping me. It hurt at first since he hadn't lubricated me properly but I had been fingering myself while blowing him so the pain didn't last too long. He also tried to suck on my tits so I stuck them forward to make it easy for him. Again, he started with my left nipple and then my right. Left, right, left, right, like a windshield wiper. Not that he was overly concerned with making sure that I enjoyed myself but it was kind of nice of him to make an effort anyway. After a while, he let go of my hands and then lifted up one of my legs, followed by the other. He put them around his waist as best as he could and hung onto the small of my back. He kept humping all the while. I held on to the wall and found that there was nothing to grip so I held onto his neck. His thrusts got deeper and faster and harder. I thought he was finally going to cum but then he put my legs down. "Turn around, Asia," he told me. Well, since he was being polite calling me by my name, I obliged him. With no further adieu, he began to doggystyle me. I felt myself getting pressed against the wall by his thrusts. Now this felt better. I checked the street and saw no one passing by. That was bad news if this guy wanted to do me harm but it didn't seem that way now. He was more concerned with getting himself off than committing any mayhem upon me. I was getting into the swing of things, so to speak, and even moaning a little when he withdrew his cock. I thought he was done but then he steadied my hips and aimed a little upward. Hmmm...what's this? I asked myself. The head of his cock bumped up against my butthole. I got the picture. He was trying to buttfuck me but he couldn't get it in, even if he was wet. "You got a condom?" I asked him. "Huh? Yeah, Asia, why?" he replied. "Use it. It's lubricated so you can enter my back door easier." He rummaged through his pockets quickly and found what he needed. It took him two tries to put it on because he was nervous. He was scanning the street too, looking for anyone who might break up our little party. Once it was on, I steadied myself and waited for him to come in. It took a while and it hurt a little. I hadn't been reamed in the ass for quite some time. But eventually, he was inside. He gripped my hips and began to pump fast, not even waiting for my butthole to adjust to the presence of his cock. Oh, well. Even the slight pain was a turn-on. I closed my eyes and felt his cock sliding in and out of my ass. One of my hands fondled my breasts and then went down to finger my pussy. If he noticed, he didn't let on. He was too busy fucking my butt. A few minutes later, I heard him say "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Asia, I'm cumming". I began to match his rhythm, my butt meeting his cock as it came forward. "Ah, fuck! You're the best!" he told me. I mentally thanked him for the compliment. He repeated his words again and I felt him pull me towards him. His cock entered my butt as deep as it could. I felt his cum painting the inside of my butt white. I gave out a little gasp as I came a few seconds after he did. I took out my finger and stuck it in my mouth, licking my pussy juice. A few moments later, he slid his cock out of my ass. He leaned against the other wall, looking at me. "God, Asia, you're the best. No wonder your show's so fucking hot." "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I told him with a smile. After all, the kid had satisfied me. My butt was a little sore but I could move so I began to fix myself up and put my clothes back on before we were spotted. "Sorry if I scared you, Asia," he said. "I mean, I really did just want to talk to you about...well, about my girlfriend. She never lets me fuck her in the ass." I got a good look at him. I was right: he was a college kid, probably with a nice enough girlfriend but looking for something extra when it came to the horizontal mambo. He had a sincerely contrite look on his face as he asked: "Did I hurt you?" "A little but I'll get over it, " I told him, picking up my purse. "You want me to drive you to your house or something?" he asked. "My car's over by the bar." "No, thanks," I told him. "My car's just at that parking lot across the street." "Well...thanks for the...for everything..." he said awkwardly. My heart went out to him a little. "You're welcome. Next time, though, approach me and ask me first, okay?" I said. "Okay...hey, can we maybe, uh..." "Tell you what: you give me your number and let's see if I can't set up a personal sex-ed class for you and your girlfriend. That way, you two can learn to satisfy each other." "Sure!" He gave me his mobile-phone number and I saved it on my phone. I promised to text him and I intend to keep that promise. At the very least, I'll be able to get some payback for what he did to me. And if he does convince his girl to come along...well, that's going to be the icing on the cake for me. He accompanied me to the parking lot, saw me to my car, and then bid me goodbye. I told him to wait for my text and see if he could talk to his girl. He promised he would. Whether or not this leads to some more hot and heavy action, I don't know. But I have to admit that fulfilling two fantasies in one night was nice. And I wasn't feeling so tired anymore. Against The Wall The Underground was a nightclub, situated in the bowels of the city, that catered to all the alternative subcultures- the punks, the goths, the rivetheads. Every mainstream castoff. Known for loud, stomping music and nothing in the way of a dress code, it's patrons crawled from every hole and seedy corner of the city. Lynn looked out over the dancefloor, which was already keeping a couple dozen people occupied. Thick, heavy beats mingled with cigarette smoke, choking the atmosphere as lights pulsed on exposed skin. Weaving through the maze of bodies, Lynn staked her usual territory near the center of the floor. Exertion and sweat had already formed an encompassing vapor of humidity. She hadn't been dancing for two minutes when a man appeared next to her. She recognized him as a regular, a long-haired goth type that took his cues from an Anne Rice bible. Too pretty, not her type, not by a mile. "Hello, beautiful." he purred against her ear. "Not interested." She spun around, dancing with her back to him. "I'm only asking to dance with the most alluring woman here." he said, insinuating himself in front of her again. Lynn couldn't stop herself from laughing. She wondered how much time he spent in front of the mirror perfecting an air that was undoubtedly meant to be hypnotic. "I don't think my boyfriend would like that." "I don't see anyone with you now. Who is he?" "He's Jack." The vamp moved a few paces away, which she had been counting on. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." With that, he was gone. The two things that commanded respect there were boots designed to stomp, and Jack. Lynn didn't like tossing his name around, because it was more of a hindrance than anything else. But it had it's uses. Normally, only the new arrivals approached her. Her attachment to Jack kept everyone else at arm's length. Most nights she danced by herself, or with her only good friend, Wilma. Jack never danced, just watched. Night after night she would sink herself into the crush of bared, sweaty bodies that writhed to the music, allowed only to look, not touch. Not that Jack wasn't great, he was. Every other girl's dream. Rock solid and faithful to the end. But Lynn already felt that familiar itch. Their sex life was fantastic, and she might even have been able to carry on with him as the only man fucking her. But she needed adventure, variety, and she needed her occasional lust for women satisfied. She brought it up once and Jack listened to her, patiently, and agreed to a threesome, even though Lynn knew he was the one-woman type. Lynn liked bad girls and big tits, but that wasn't Jack's type. So she went out of her way to pick the perfect girl, an adorable blonde with a sweet smile and firm, perky tits. Lynn and the girl made out in front of Jack, and made it as far as getting topless and very friendly. Lynn urged him to touch her, but his mood remained somewhere between discomfort and anger, so she sent the girl on her way. The music was getting louder, and more bodies squeezed onto the floor. It was as close as one could get to an orgy without actually fucking, although many were close to it. It wasn't unusual to see people begin their foreplay right on the floor, grinding and groping, kissing and licking. She always dressed with the expectation of overwhelming heat. Her skirt was short and vinyl, with a zipper that was more decoration that utility running it's length that, if pulled, would have had her skirt falling off her like a wet towel. A black strapless shirt clung to her tits, her hardened nipples exposed to the crowd. Sweat rolled down her skin, from her neck to the swell of her tits, and down over the demon skull tattoo that sat under her navel and spread from hip to hip, watching over one of her most prized possessions. She watched a devastating brunette dance next to her. The girl had eyes that could fuck you from across the room, and a body that promised more. As she watched her hips sway, Lynn imagined getting her tongue in her mouth and her hands around those full tits. She turned and closed her eyes, continued dancing as the area just below her demon friend began to throb to the latest beat. She needed to get fucked, but it would be hours still before Jack would take her home. And she would never be able to convince upstanding Jack to take her to the car, or out back, and give her a good, quick pounding. She wiped sweat from her face with the back of her hand and, as she did, noticed a man standing by the bar watching her. He was new, she would have remembered him. Tall and lean, wearing a black wife-beater that showed off his chest and arms, dark cropped hair and dark eyes. He had her attention. He smiled at her, sending chills from her stomach down through her thighs. Before she could smile back, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. Fearing Jack, she turned, but was faced with Wilma. Lynn had to lean down to hear the shorter girl. "I'm leaving for a while with Sean. I'll be back." "Okay." Lynn hadn't heard Sean's name before, and chances were that Wilma was hearing it for the first time that night, also. Just a week earlier she had been tossed out for a symbolic five minutes after the bouncer had busted her getting head from she didn't even know who in the back of the club.. Lynn turned back to the man at the bar, but he was gone. She thought it was probably for the best, as nothing could come of it save further aggravation for her. But she couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed. She continued dancing, but soon felt someone come up behind her, boldly securing an arm around her waist. She turned her head to find the man from the bar. "I've been watching you dance." he said. "Oh." was all she could think to say. "I saw you looking at me" "Oh, that, I was...I was just-" He pulled her back against him. "Don't talk." With his hands on her hips, he took control of her body's rhythm. The song changed, slowed, it's beats viscous. She found herself leaning back into him, his breath against her neck. His hand found it's way under her shirt, smoothing a trail across her stomach. She let her head fall back against his shoulder, felt his mouth so close to her neck. The music obscured the sound, but she felt the moan escape her. She broke his hold abruptly, turning to face him. "We have to stop." she said. His body felt so good against hers, but she couldn't continue, not there. "You don't want me to stop." he said, using her wrist to pull her forward, her hips against his. "That's not what I said. My boyfriend is around her somewhere, and I-" "I don't see him with you. You can keep dancing with me until he decides to come and get you." "But-" He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to his, quickly dipping his tongue into her mouth. "Stop talking." Anyone could have seen. Jack could have seen. But she found that she didn't care, her desire for the stranger greater than anything else right then. She could feel his hard cock against her hip. "I want you to fuck me." she panted. She didn't mean to say it out loud. She had lost herself for a second, and carelessly let the words form on her lips. "I know you do." he said, and then pointed toward the bathrooms "Why don't you go cool off." She looked at him, mouth open. "What?" He said nothing, just turned her and swatted her ass to get her moving. And move she did, hesitantly, bumping from one body to the next on her way to the bathrooms. What had just happened? She thought, maybe, she had come on too strong. Something had come over her. She was too forward, desperate. Through the ladies room door and across the small vestibule. Although ladies and mens were only suggestions, as two women were standing at the sinks showing off their below-the-neck piercings to a very accommodating man. She ignored them, moving to a sink in the back. She turned on the cold water and splashed it over her face, her body still responding to currents of desire. The derelict florescent lights flickered and cast a blue sheen over her skin. At the back wall were the paper towels, which she used to dry her face and blot sweat from her cleavage. Before she could register what was happening, someone grabbed her from behind and shoved her into a stall. In a matter of seconds, her body was pressed between the plastic wall that partitioned off the stalls and a warm, firm body. "Cool off yet?" That was why he sent her to the bathrooms. His breath was skimming her shoulder, and very little was separating her from his hard cock, which was pressed firmly against her ass. Her hips and tits were crushed against the cold plastic, which had been marked with various words and sketches to suggest the very thing that was happening right then. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm giving you what you want. This is what you want, isn't it?" he asked, as he reached around and slid his hand between her legs. "Oh...fuck." she moaned. "I can't." "That's not what I asked you." He lifted her skirt and tore the black mesh panties from her. A second later she heard his zipper, and then felt the head of his cock sliding up and down her soaked pussy. "Is this what you want?" he asked again. "Yes." Everything was happening so fast. She should be thinking of...she couldn't remember. "Say it." "Fuck me, please, fuck me." The man outside the stall whistled, and one of the girls yelled "Fuck her!". As they did, his cock pushed up and into her, her body driven hard into the wall. "Oh, god." she shuddered With one quick movement, he swung them both around, putting his hand on her back to bend her over. Her hands were braced against the tiled back wall as he kicked her legs apart, gripped her hips, and held her in place as he slammed into her. He was fucking her to the beat of the music, which invaded the restroom as a dulled echo. He ran his hand under her shirt, up her spine. It came to a rest on her shoulder, which he used to pull her back onto him. Taking a handful of her hair, he pulled her upright, turning her and forcing her back against the partition. He kissed her roughly, his tongue sliding into her mouth, teasing her, slipping it out again before hers could return the dance. With one hand he held her jaw, bringing his mouth down and biting her lower lip. As he did, his other hand was bringing her leg around his waist. She put her arms up to get a hold on the top of the partition, supporting some of her weight herself as she hooked her other leg around him. His cock slammed into her waiting pussy once again, drilling into her as he continued biting at her lips. "That's the way you do it!" someone yelled. "I need to get laid." someone else complained. The back of her head knocked against the hard plastic to his rhythm, but she barely noticed. He yanked her top downward, releasing her tits. He watched them bounce sharply with his thrusting, then leaned in to take a hard nipple into his mouth. He bit down hard, causing her to cry out and, at the same time, grind against him. "Harder!" she yelled. Whether she meant his biting or thrusting, she wasn't sure. He turned her head to the side, running his tongue up her neck and stopping with his lips against her ear. "Sweetheart, I could bruise this tight body of yours all night." Without slipping out of her, he sat down on the toilet, bringing her down hard on his cock. He folded her arms behind her back, keeping them pinned there with one of his hands. She rode his cock like that, with only her legs as leverage. With his free hand he squeezed her tits, sucking and biting her nipples. He brought his hand to her mouth, sliding his thumb between her parted lips. Sucking it into her mouth without hesitating, she rolled her tongue over it with as much enthusiasm as she would have if it were his cock he'd put in her mouth. She moaned, sucking and riding him, her arms still trapped behind her back. "That's it." he said. "Ride my cock." He slid his thumb out of her mouth and used the hand to smack her ass. When she moaned louder, he smacked it again. "Fuck, yes. Again!" she yelled. He let her arms go. "Hands behind your head." She complied, lacing her fingers together behind her head as if she were under arrest. Her tits were on display for him, shoved forward, within inches of his face, bouncing up and down to the rhythm she was working on his cock. He took advantage of the position, squeezing her tits so hard she knew there would be bruises, pushing them together and running his tongue up the cleavage. "Ride my cock harder." he said. She did, crying out as his cock reached as far as it could go. With both hands free, he alternated smacking her ass and thighs. The sound of her mistreated flesh flashed off the cold walls. He stood, slamming her back against the wall again. She threw her arms around his neck and rode out the pain as her weight caused her to become impaled on his cock. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "No, don't Stop!" "Beg me." "Please, please don't stop! Oh, god, don't stop. I'm going to come!" A small group of people began cheering them on as he fucked her soaked cunt harder. The partition shook violently. "That man deserves a fucking medal." someone laughed. Getting a good handful of hair, he yanked her head to the side and began biting her neck, the stubble on his face abrading her skin. He had her pinned between him and the partition so tightly there was no room for her to move. She was at his mercy, a complete stranger. He took her ass in his hands, squeezing it hard as his cock continued digging into her. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck!" she moaned. He smothered her mouth with his, shoving his tongue into her and muffling her voice. She felt her orgasm winding up inside her, growing larger until it burst and spread in convulsing ripples throughout her body. She shook and cried out as he continued his assault on her pussy, driving the last of her orgasm through her. She felt his body tense, and knew he was also on the edge of finishing. "Come in my mouth." she pleaded. "No," he smiled, "I want you to take this home to your boyfriend." And as he said that, he threw his head back, growling low in his throat as he released a torrent deep inside her. She moaned as her cunt milked every drop from him, his come already spilling out of her, coating her swollen lips and bruised ass. His head fell to her shoulder as he rested against her for a moment. Finally, he let her down, zipping himself up as she tidied her skirt and top. "Wait." she said "I can't let anyone see me come out of here with you." "Stay here." he said, letting himself out. She locked the stall door behind him as she heard back slapping and a flood of congratulations. His come was already leaving a sticky film on her inner thighs. As she stood there, her cunt throbbing and aching, legs shaking, she wondered how she would get out of there, what she would say to Jack. Only a minute passed before the shrill squeal of the fire alarm startled here. A chorus of curses followed as the bathroom was emptied of everyone. Lynn smiled and stepped from the stall, peeking around the corner to make sure no one would see her. As she hurried back out onto the dancefloor, which was rapidly clearing, she caught a glimpse of the man heading to the back exit. He smiled at her before leaving. "Lynn!" She turned to see Jack. "I was looking for you everywhere. Where were you?" "I was in the bathroom." "Come on." he said, putting his arm around her and leading her through the crowd of departing bodies. "Let's go home." "Okay." she said, already excited again as she felt the other man's come making her pussy slick. Against the Wall I see you with your back pressed against a wall of brick, our bodies pressing hard against each other as we kiss. Our lips mash against each other, mouths working hard and furious, lip on lip and tongue twisting on tongue. Our hands are wanderers across bodies, the geography is new and lush under our touch. Its dark and warm in our little enclave, your thighs part slowly, letting me settle between them, grinding myself into your mound, pressing your ass against the wall, you don't complain and I think I'm too far gone to hear you if you did. Your short black skirt, that one that trances me every time, rides up when your legs loosen, my hand reaching down that long distance of your body, feeling the swell of your breast beneath tight blue fabric, twisting waist of your squirming body. When I attain your hip your arms lock around my neck, pulling me even tighter, our body tensing into each other. The lust is thick in the back of my throat but I don't forget my destination. That black skirt. That swishing back skirt that I grab hold of and starts to inch up your long caramel thigh. It rises at my touch to wrap your legs around my hip, pulling us even maddeningly closer. Your hands have found their way into my shirt, short black nails grazing across my skin, sensations so heightened I can feel the jagged edges where you try not to bite and fail miserably. One of my hands follows suit into your own tight top, eschewing the bra totally and plunging underneath to trip and trespass across your breast, pinching the nipple. You moan heavily into my mouth, the heady fragrance of Jack Daniels and cigarettes filling my head with toxic fumes that I hope never to escape. I finally find my way under that maddening little skirt, cupping a naked cheek, a smooth skin that in my drunken lust want to dig my nails into. I haven't had a drink all night but I feel not myself, never this weak to desire. You have had only your one drink but I can feel the same in you. From your humid breath, trembling heated skin and reaching hands. My fingers seek between your legs. The moisture surprises, its like a fountain was turned on somewhere inside of her. After that I was truly lost! Her hands, those clever hands that make me melt with a single, silvery touch find my fly and opens it, letting my swollen cock out. I don't get a chance to feel the night air as both her hands wrapped around me in an excited grip, massaging me between her sweaty palms and nimble fingers. Her hands lose contact when I bend a little to catch her leg in the crook of my arm. I stood up straight, lifting her leg with me, opening her thighs wider and wider. The head of my cock tapped a rhythm with my pulse against the soaked crotch of her thong, the underside slipping and sliding against her juicy pussy. Her booted foot dangled in the air, her only support, the wall, her one leg and me holding her in place as we ground against each other. Her hands had found me again but one reached down and pulled that dripping thong aside and before I knew it the head of my cock was slipping inside her, mumbled words that I will never remember slipped past my throat with the groans as I slowly slipped and slid into her. I kiss and suck her throat, not knowing which feeling is better, sliding myself inside of her, feeling her open inch by inch, or the deep moans I could feel vibrating through her throat before they left her mouth. I pressed harder against her, digging myself as deeply into her wetness as I could. It thrummed and shivered around me in glistening heat. My hand holding her thigh slid to her ass again feeling it clench whenever her hips pushed against me, stroking her pussy onto me between gasping breaths. It was good but I needed more, I needed to be deeper. I pulled out to bend down again and gain her other leg in my free arm. I hoisted her into the air, pressing her against the wall once more. Looking down I saw her underwear pulled aside and the dewy lips of her pussy, pouting open in shades of red and pink that seemed to glow in the dim light. My cock seemed to find its way on its own as it entered her once again, dividing and spreading those lips around me. We met hip-to-hip, as deep as I could get into her, our panting breathes echoing down the narrow alleyway. We started. Thrusting against each other, pelvis rolling and jarring against each other. Those long caramel legs locked around my back as we fucked against that alley wall, pushing each other harder and harder. I slipped my arms out from under her legs; they were locked tightly enough to keep her aloft between me and the wall. I cupped those two gorgeous cheeks and squeezed them tight. I felt her starting to cum. I had never felt anything like this, this churning gripping of her flesh around me, as if trying to suck my cock into her as deeply as possible. When she came I felt her wetness increase, bathing my cock in her juices. The added slickness did it for me as I felt my cock bloat bigger and harder when I came. I don't know if I came for a second or ten years but I never wanted it to end, just to feel this girl wrapped around me as I came inside her. When the after shocks ended I tried to put her on her feet but they trembled and nearly spilled her on the ground. I knew how she felt, my own weren't feeling too strong. When I had walked her to the mouth of the alley and we parted, this girl in the black mini skirt, this one I had known for years but never really knew till now. I wondered if I would ever get to know her like that ever again. Against The Wall WARNING!! This is short, sweet, and somewhat romantic. If that is not what you want, you've been warned. ................................................. "Against the wall." Surprised, I looked up at the girl in front of me. Her short brown hair was tussled from our (up until now) slow and sweet make out session, but her eyes were what got me. I'd never seen them turn that shade of green before. They widened as she repeated her demand. "Against. The wall." Smirking, I placed my hands on my hips. "You can't be serious." I stated, cocking my hip to the side. "Since when are you giving orders?" I watched her face, waiting for her to drop her gaze and mumble a sorry. Instead, I saw her jaw tighten and her arm muscles flex. Distracted, I stared at the curves her arms made when tensed. It never ceased to amaze me how much muscles turned me on. In two seconds, my nose was pressed against the white paint of her bedroom wall. She had seen an opening and took it. Still in shock, I stood still, dazed for a moment. She used this gap in my thinking to run her hand through my long hair and get a good grip. Gently pulling back, she kicked my legs apart with her foot. I could hear her heavy breathing and was surprised to notice my own was shallow. I couldn't believe this. It's not like we played dominant and submissive every time we fucked, but when we did, she was never on top. I had a need for control, and that was understood by every girl I messed around with. Until now. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, my voice muffled by my mouth's closeness to the wall. She leaned in, pressing her body entirely against mine as she moved my hair away from my neck. She bit gently, and I shivered. She moved to a new spot and gently bit again, never answering my question. I realized for the first time that I was scared. "Come on baby, enough fooling around." I said, letting a nervous chuckle escape my lips. "Let's move this to the bed, hmm?" I could feel my pussy throbbing through my jeans and I was already anxious to be naked and on top of her. She still didn't respond. Instead, she slowly raised one of her legs between mine until I was on my tippy toes trying to avoid it directly contacting my crotch. I opened my mouth to whimper and then quickly bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. Her full weight was pressing on my back and there was no way I could push her off. What was really getting to me was her silence. As my mind wandered, so did her hands. One pressed me firmly into wall using the small of my back, and the other reached around and brushed against the crotch of my jeans. "Lift your hips off the wall." She said, one decibel above a whisper. I was amazed by how calm and soothing her voice was, and I had begun to move my hips backwards before I caught myself. Setting my jaw, I refused to budge. Laughing, she twisted her fingers into my hair again. Pulling my head back slowly, she placed her other hand right below my throat. Panicked, I instinctively pushed away from the wall. When I did this, she slid her hand down until it was hooked into my pants. My eyes were stinging with tears, though I would never admit it. How could she? She knew better than to go anywhere near my throat. That was a no touch zone. It was a personal fear of mine to be choked or out of breath in any way. It was the one kinky thing I just couldn't do. I felt my trust in her crumble away and the fight left my body. She held me up and pressed her mouth against my ear. "Really?" she whispered her voice calm. "We've been fucking for over a year now. I've been in love with you for just as long. All I've done is trust you." Her tongue traced the inside of my ear as her hand gently unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down. Her other hand was tracing small reassuring circles on my scalp as she tugged down my panties and continued to whisper. "I've given you every piece of me I could." She said, tilting my head to the side and trailing soft kisses down the right side of my neck. "But you are holding back on me. I get it, control is fun. And damn the sex is hot." A finger traveled until it was barely moving at the top of my clit. She dragged down gently and small stars erupted in front of my vision. For the first time since I met her, I heard anger in her voice. "Why don't you trust me?" She growled, still gentle as ever as her finger continued its torturing drag up and down. "Why won't you let yourself love me completely? I can't have sex without emotion with you forever. I get it, you were hurt. Well, now you're hurting me. Do you really think I could choke you? Am I really not allowed to even put my hand near your heart?" She was slowly rolling my clit between two fingers, and I felt my eyes widen and my mouth open. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks as my mind fought to keep walls and boundaries up. "Trust Me." Untangling her hand from my hair, she laid my head back against her shoulder. Sliding her hand forward, she moved towards my throat again. Trembling, my eyes shot open. "Let. Go." She demanded in my ear, her other hand still slowly rubbing me. "I'm not going to hurt you!" I didn't know what to do. I could feel her heart beat against my back, and suddenly, I was filled with guilt. This girl had been there for me through the worst year of my life. She Hadn't even batted an eye when I told her I wasn't interested in a relationship. When she felt me pull away, she would gently withdraw until I felt comfortable enough to miss her. She was my rock. The one person who never pushed me. All she was asking me to do was let go. Breathing in deeply, I exhaled, and did just that. The minute I did, she softly slipped two fingers inside me and thumbed my clit. Her other hand rested on my throat at first, then slid down to cover my heart before traveling further down to pinch my nipples through my shirt. I had never been handled so gently. I was moaning low and listening to the rumbling of her protective sexual growl and thrusting slowly against her hand all at the same time. I didn't even feel the orgasm coming until it hit me. I've never had a peaceful orgasm before. My hips gently rolled forward and I made a soft sound as I came, spasming on her fingers in slow jerks. Suddenly, I was exhausted. My mind cloudy from the small explosion my body just had, I finally said it. "I love you." I whispered, my breathing slowly returning to normal. "I know." She said, swooping me up in her arms and dumping me on the bed. "I know." Against the Wall "I'm ready for bed. Wanna join me?" Emalee smiled coyly, her eyes lighting up with a devious glow. Mike never saw as he kept his own eyes glued to the computer screen. "Ummm will be there...soon...." he faded off, quickly scanning new text. The girl pouted, folding her arms once she realized he was not going to pay attention to her. "Fine. I'll just keep myself company." She climbed the stairs, stomping slightly to see if he'd notice. If he did he wasn't going to do anything about it. Frustrated, Emalee threw herself on the bed. "Stupid men and their stupid computers," She mumbled into the pillow. After a few minutes of laying and fuming, the lithe girl pushed herself up. Her delicate fingers reached down to take off her shoes, playing with her open toes and their shiny scarlet polish. Her brunette locks tumbled down over her shoulder, framing her cute face. That is what described her best-cute. Before she could even undo the first strap her to the high heels, the door was thrown open and Mike barged into the room. Emalee looked up, startled. "What's wrong...." she started, but before she could finish the words the man seized her upper arm and dragged the girl to her feet, whirling her around. She felt the hard wall as he slammed her against it, knocking away her breath more from surprise than actual hurt. The door was slammed shut once more, leaving Emalee with a towering Mike inches away. Her wrists were held in his hands, pinned next to her head against the wall. Her heart beat fast. "What are you-" Emalee stammered, but before she could finish he caught her pink lips in a fiery kiss. She began to see stars before he pulled back, only for him to attack her mouth once more. Mike pulled back finally. "I thought you wanted me to join you." He gazed down her slender body, making her squirm in his grip. "And now you're mine." He yanked her hands higher, holding them securely in one large hand. The other began to trail down Emalee 's neck, making her squirm even more. Even that effort wasn't much, as his body was pressed close to hers. His fingers reached her shirt collar and followed the fabric's curve down to her quivering chest, brushing ever so softly. The tight cotton was stretched even more than usual as her arms were pinned above her, and the effect was her breasts straining against their covering. "Very nice," Mike murmured. His brown eyes twinkled in devious excitement. Emalee could only watch, her heart pounding furiously, as his wide hand rested heavily on one peak, kneading it through her shirt. Her breathing got heavier and she kept shifting the best she could, trying to lessen the tightness in her arms from being held up and trying to get the hand to do more. He must have noticed, because he squeezed the girl's wrists and moved the other hand under her shirt, traipsing his way up her stomach to reveal her delicious tits in their red lingerie. "Oh much better. You always come prepared." "Mike, stop-stop teasing!" Emalee finally found her voice and started to use it. The words came out a soft whine, and she blushed as his eyes flitted to hers. "You are always teasing me. Now it's my turn." With that the tall man shifted back some, still holding her motionless but now turning his fingers toward another target. Emalee gasped and squirmed as he reached for the buttons on her shorts. They easily gave way as did the zipper, revealing her matching scarlet panties. She couldn't think of words to say to stop his wandering fingers, nor did she really want to. Mike grinned and traced the top hem of the red fabric. Her stomach flipped, and Emalee squirmed again futilely. "Very sexy choice." His fingertips slipped under the barrier and began exploring her, tickling the areas that made her feel so good. The young woman tensed up, moaning and closing her eyes. "Mmm..." "That feel good?" She nodded slowly, feeling him inch closer to where she was desperate to have him. "Tell me." She pouted, blushing but one look at his face made her change her mind. "It feels amazing. Please..." She shifted again, trying to get him inside. Mike's finger circled her clit, making it hard to keep still against the wall. "Please what?" The finger stroked faster, and Emalee tried again to yank her wrists from his hold. "Please, Mike! Please get in!" Satisfied, he sank two fingers inside her, and she gasped loudly. "Ooh Mike!" Pleased, he captured her lips again and they kissed, tongues breaking into each other's mouths as he kept moving his hand. She was panting in need, nearly grinding herself against him for more pressure. "M-Mike!" Emalee thought she was going to burst. Just before she was going to, he pulled himself out, making her groan. She tried to rub her legs together, to try to finish herself off but his knee roughly separated hers. "That's not going to work, sweetie." Mike went back to work. With a quick yank he sent Emalee's jean shorts down her smooth legs and around her ankles. Her panties soon followed, leaving her vulnerable. She knew what he wanted, and she felt herself burn with blushes and desire. He adjusted his hold on the girl's wrists, switching them to the other hand. His other fished around in his back pocket and he pulled out a cable from his computer stash. "Hold still," he warned as he whirled Emalee around so she was facing the wall. He dragged her thin arms behind her back and lashed her wrists together. She obeyed silently, nearly shaking with want. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her further into the wall, so her face was forced to the side. "You are such a slut." Her eyes widened, never had he ever called her that before. Emalee struggled against him, but he shoved her further, keeping her still. She cried out in pain, and he answered by spanking her bare ass hard. The sting made her jump, and she felt her eyes water with tears. "Mike-" she whimpered, trying to keep them from falling. Her eyes clamped shut in surprise as he returned his fingers to her pussy, ramming three up into her. "Ah!" He worked her up again, to the point that the girl was moaning in rhythm to his finger's thrusts. Finally Emalee felt that amazing feeling spread to her belly again, and she got louder. But once again Mike realized what was happening, and again he pulled away. Now Emalee started crying, having been denied release twice. Her body was raging and there was nothing she could do. The girl heard a zipper lower and felt the rough texture of Mike's jeans as they tickled the back of her legs, and she knew when they hit the floor and he stepped out of them. Mike flipped her around so she was facing him again. His thick cock pressed against her stomach, showing her what she wanted. His hands reached under her ass and lifted her petite form into the air, letting her back press against the wall. He held her there. "Beg for it." Emalee moaned, squirming high in his arms. "No," she whimpered. Her cheeks were still stained with tears, and she was not going to let him go so easily. Mike teased her opening with his cock, hearing her moan again. She shook, but it wasn't until he lowered his mouth to her exposed breast that she caved in. "Please Mike, give it to me! I need you inside, please just do it!" He oblidged, lowering her onto himself slowly. "Y-yes!" She panted, feeling him part her tight channel. Then he quickly pulled her hips to meet his, filling her with one thrust. Emalee yelped with a mix of pain and intensity. Her arms were pinned by the wall and her back, and her knees rested over the crooks of Mike's arms as he pummeled inside. "God yes, oooooh yeah Mike!" The girl loved the intensity of his motions, his hips rocking violently as he forced her own to bounce up and down. Her heels swung with the movement. "D-don't stop!" He wasn't going to. His thrusts got faster and faster and Emalee moved with him the best she could between him and the wall. In no time at all she felt herself tumble over the edge, her body shaking with the effort after Mike had twice denied her earlier. A long moan escaped her lips, and Mike quickly caught them against his own. Emalee groaned louder into his kiss as he gave several quick, deep thrusts, reaching his own end. "Yes, baby!" she panted quietly, resting her forehead against his as he slowed down, stretching out the feeling for as long as possible. Once they both had calmed down, Mike slowly pulled his shrinking self out and lowered the petite girl to the ground. He had to help stabilize Emalee as she stumbled, dazed by the efforts. He hugged her close, loosening the cable off her wrists slowly. "Did you like that?" he murmured quietly, kissing one of her wrists as she pulled them forward again. Emalee nodded happily. Her face was red from the efforts, but it was clear from her just-fucked look that she enjoyed every second. Mike hugged her again. "Good." He pulled her to the ground, letting her sit. "Next time you can be in charge." His girl laughed, eyes flashing as she pushed aside her wavy locks. "It's a deal."