12 comments/ 64983 views/ 18 favorites The Alley By: bondagekitten775 This is the first erotic story I ever wrote. I was online with one of my role play friends on his birthday and I wrote this on the fly as a present for him. Please let me know what you think of the story! Thank you for reading it. * One dark night, a beautiful young woman was walking down the street when suddenly a hand grabbed her from behind. She opened her mouth to scream but the man stuffed something between her lips, cutting her off. The man pulled her into the dark alley behind them, the darkness hiding them from the nearly deserted street. The girl was roughly thrown over a trashcan and her skirt yanked up. She began to struggle as the man tore her pantyhose apart, his hand soon rubbing over her firm ass. She stiffened in fear as her panties were pulled down, making it impossible to run with them snared around her knees. The man's hand slid over her ass, squeezing hard and hurting her tender skin. The girl squeezed her eyes shut as the man's fingers found her pussy. He started with rubbing her clit, making cry out behind her gag, his laugh coming from behind her as his fingers toyed around her pussy lips. Suddenly three fingers shoved into her pussy, but to her surprise she wasn't hurt, her pussy was absolutely dripping with her juices. She gasped as the fingers prodded inside of her, her body beginning to shake. The man behind her was strong, using one hand to fondle her helpless body while he used his free hand to wrap her torn pantyhose around her wrists, effectively binding the writhing girl's wrists together. Her thoughts raved between fear and pleasure. How could this feel good? She had only been with one man before and this stranger was making her wet with his probing fingers. She began to cry when she heard his zipper come down. She couldn't move, pinned bent over the trashcan. The man chuckled and a hand wiped away a tear from her face. She heard him suckle away the tear and started sobbing. Soon she felt the man's heat behind her, felt the head of his huge cock rubbing her wet slit. She stopped struggling then, her legs spread as far as they could go as the man's head slipped into her pussy, making her jump and cry out. He pushed her down again, not saying a word as his cock shoved deep into her pussy, sending pain and pleasure flashing through her, almost making her black out as his cock spread her tight walls, probing deeper. She struggled to breathe around the gag as the man pushed into her completely, his huge cock making her think she's being ripped in half. A hand slid up her shirt and went under her bra, brutally pinching her nipple, using her tortured nipple to pull her back on his cock as he began to thrust. He still didn't speak but grunted as he fucked her tight cunt. She quietly sobbed as she was fucked, her body responding in ways she didn't understand. How could it feel so good to have a strange cock fucking her from behind? Her thoughts were suddenly cut off, as her cheeks were pulled apart. She felt the man's fingers sliding over her asshole, making her tense up. He tapped her tight ass as a warning to loosen up. She heard that sucking sound again and knew what was going to happen. She knew his fingers were going in and she tried to throw herself back, only managing to painfully spear her virgin ass on two of his fingers, making her scream into her gag. The man heard her noises under the gag and laughed evilly as he fucked his victim, his fingers wiggling brutally in her ass, shoving deeper with each thrust of his cock. God, she couldn't help it.. It felt too good. How could this happen, she was innocent before but now she's being fucked with fingers in her ass and she's enjoying it! The man shoved his fingers as deep as they could go in her tight hole and he began to thrust harder into her dripping cunt, his fingers soon pulling out and shoving in sync with his cock, rocking the girl back and forth. Her cries of pain soon became moans of pleasure as she was fucked, her hips involuntarily thrusting back on the man's cock, spearing her gushing pussy. "What a good fuck you are, bitch. I bet you like it in the ass, you fucking cunt whore." The man's voice startled her out of her almost delirious fucking. Did he actually speak? Was the voice familiar? Her thoughts stopped when his cock suddenly pulled out from her dripping cunt, leaving her feeling empty. His fingers slowly slid from her ass, two digits left in to spread her hole wide. She could feel the man's breath on her ass when he bent down to inspect her, her asshole being spread making her squirm. "Mmm" was all he said before burying his tongue deep into her ass, making her back arch. She screamed in her gag as a startling orgasm hit her, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Cum erupted from her pussy, covering her legs in liquid." What a slut," was murmured from her ass. The trashcan rattled with the force of her orgasms as the man lead her to another mind-blowing orgasm, continuing to lick her tight asshole, something that's never been done to her before. She began to cry again as the pleasure subsided, her body sore and aching. She tried to whimper for the man to stop but he only pulled his tongue from her sopping asshole "Fucking whore.. It's my turn." She couldn't comprehend what he was saying. What? She couldn't react in time before his huge cock head was sliding against her tight asshole, teasing her, still dripping wet with her juices. She tensed, and then suddenly let up as he positioned himself. He didn't hesitate and shoved his giant cock into her virgin ass. She did black out that time, pain and pleasure bringing her under. She awoke a minute later, his hands brutalizing both her nipples as he bent over her, fucking her as hard and deep as he could without the use of his hands. Her world spun. Pleasure and pain became a blur as she orgasm over and over again, her tight ass pulsating around the man's cock, squeezing and milking him deep inside of her. She could feel his breath near her face and soon his tongue was sliding along her earlobe, flicking her lobe and making her squirm. Her rapist's thrusts soon became almost frantic and he leaned back, using all his force to fuck her as hard as he could, the trashcan rattling hard beneath them. She cried in pleasure as her ass squeezed his dick, her body rocking with the force of his thrusts. After a minute of hard rape he shoved in deeper than before, making her scream again as his cock spewed hot, insane amounts of cum deep into her stretched orifice, each spurt making her cry and sending an orgasm one after the other through her. Soon the pleasure became overwhelming and the girl began to go under again, the faint feeling of the huge, delicious cock sliding from her wasted ass the last feeling before her world went black. The girl woke up a few minutes later to find herself on the ground, with her head cradled in the man's lap. She tried to move but was too sore to do so. She looked up and felt something tight around her throat.. A collar? The man grinned evilly, with a hint of what.. fondness? in his eyes. "You are my new fuck toy, my slave, my pet. I've wasted your ass and cunt. You've proven today that this is what you want and you have no choice. My cock is still dripping with your juices, you dirty slut. I will make you mine and use you until you're completely worthless, slut. Say 'yes Master, thank you Master' or I'll make you fucking regret it, whore." The girl was speechless for a minute, staring up at the man with huge eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes Master.. Thank you Master.. I..." She looked like she wanted to say something. The man nodded his approval. She tried to speak, her voice trembling. Her eyes closed for a moment, before her blue orbs met his cold eyes with certainty. "I.. I've been waiting for this my entire life." End... The Alley Another in a series of stories written for my wife... * We attended one of those typical art openings, you were asked to assist and perform your usual magic for both the staff and clients. No wonder, you were your normal stunning self, dressed in a fitted black backless dress, black stockings, a small strand of pearls and little else. Your hair was down, catching the halogen lighting in the gallery, made it positively glow. Very few in attendance failed to notice, myself included. People flocked around you like moths to a flame, both men and women irresistibly drawn to your presentations and obvious passion for what you were doing. You were selling art and dazzling the crowd, ever the entertainer and professional. I was just hanging around watching you work your magic, observing. Quite a few of the men were more interested in what was under your dress than in what was on the walls. Proposals were suggested, which you skillfully redirected back to what was on the walls. During a small break in the pandemonium, I pulled you aside and dragged you into the back of the gallery. "I've been to shows before, is it just me or is everyone just a little extra friendly tonight? Is this an exhibition or speed dating " I asked. You moved close to me and grabbed my cock. "We'll be gone soon enough. We'll go to dinner down the street. I have a surprise for you." "A surprise? Really? Can I eat it? Is it candy? The food here sucks. I'm starving" "Just hang on a little while longer.....it's better than candy." Wow, better than candy, I thought to myself. However, the show did finally come to an end and many a disappointed male left the gallery with neither a painting nor a phone number. The whole thing drove me nuts. You suggested we go out to dinner and we walked to a little place down the street. It was getting late so town was quite and it was easy to get a table in the nearly empty cafe. It was very nice. Dim light, very small booths and long table cloths. All through dinner you kept teasing me. Undoing my zipper, sliding your hand in and stroking my cock. By the time dessert arrived I was certain the front of my pants would have an enormous wet spot. I tried to conceal my hard-on as we left, more thankful than ever for the dim lighting. We walked along the sidewalk heading towards the car, looking into windows. "So, was that my surprise, cock teasing me through dinner?" You didn't respond. Instead, you suddenly pulled me into a small alleyway and backed yourself against a wall. You inhaled sharply as your bare back contacted the cold stones. I reached for the the front of your dress, bunching the material in my hand, exposing your long legs to the cool night air. My hand found your pussy, warm,wet. I rubbed a finger lightly between the exquisite folds. I leaned close to your ear and whispered. "You've made my cock so hard, I'm already dripping, the head is slick. I need to fuck you here, right now." As I whispered, I easily slid a finger into you, feeling your body surrender. "I wonder how many other people have been fucked in this alley? How much cum has dripped onto these stones?" As I whispered, I began kissing your neck and shoulder. I slid my hand into your dress, cupping your breast in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers. My other hand continued to caress your lips, which began to grow slightly hard. I released your breast and fumbled with my zipper. Your hand slipped right in finding my hard cock. There was very little light to illuminate the alley, but on removing my cock from it's restraint, I could see the head shiny with pre cum. "Clean my cock, Baby" Before I could finish my sentence, my hands were full of red curls, your mouth at my crotch. I could feel your breath a second before I felt the warmth of your tongue engulf my head. I tried not to make too much noise as you took my cock into your mouth and down your throat. You moaned softly while I gently fucked your mouth. I could feel my cock releasing tiny droplets of cum onto your tongue. Afraid I might explode too soon, I lifted you up and placed you back against the wall. You lifted a long sensuous leg, wrapping it around my back. My cock easily discovered where I needed it to be. The sensation of my head passing between your lips was like the entry to heaven. I fucked you with short, slow strokes before allowing the rest of my cock to follow. We both whispered tantalizing little things to each other as our rhythm quickened. We moved briefly into a doorway and you placed your foot on the opposite wall to steady yourself, allowing me deeper into your folds. When I thoughts I could take no more, you turned around placing your hands on the wall, lifting your gown. I entered you from behind with unmatched enthusiasm, pounding into you as deeply as I could. The only sound was my balls slapping your ass each time I stroked you. I leaned over, biting your neck, the "R" faintly visible in the dim light. "I'm going to cum, Baby. I'm going to fill your pussy. You feel so good. Can you feel my cock pounding, can you feel my head growing?" A breathless, panting, "Yes" was my reply. My cock began to pump. Throbbing, releasing stream after stream of liquid cream into your pussy. The world began to spin, I could feel your pussy, squeezing me, milking me. One of your arms struck out at the air as if the sensation was too much to endure. I grabbed your thighs and continued to pound into you, my head feeling every fold, my shaft slick with cum. I came again as my legs began to tremble and weaken. I drove my cock completely in, placing a hand on the wall to steady myself, exhausting my second load. Withdrawing my cock released a torrent. A milky trail running from your lips, dripping into creamy pools on the stones. I caught the stream in my hand and coated your pussy and thighs with the gooey amalgam of our orgasms offering the remaining to your mouth. Your tongue cleaned my fingers, sucking them into your mouth. I spun you around backing you against the cool stone wall. I lower my head to your pussy, my tongue circling your sticky clit. I plunge my tongue between your lips, tasting us both. You moan, head thrashing side to side, thighs quivering. The liquid warm and thick on my tongue. I felt your lips, firm against my lips. Your knees began to buckle as your orgasm flowed onto my tongue. I brought my mouth to yours sharing our orgasm in a completely new way, tasting us both. Another instance of two becoming one as someone turned the lights on in the doorway... The Alley She noticed his hands first. Large, calloused and steady, she noticed those hands before she ever glanced up to meet the eyes and the lips they belonged to. Sitting in the corner of that smoky bar, she never expected to draw attention, which was the way she wanted it. A long week of catering to the needs of others had left her drained, in need of a quiet drink and a moment of peace. Yet here he was, towering over her, an air of authority and confidence in his pose. "A soldier, perhaps, or a cop", she mused. She glanced up at those light colored eyes, and nodded as he again offered to buy her a drink. He smiled, and sat down on the stool next to her. "I'm Eric," he said, in a soft voice that belied his broad shouldered, powerful form. She smiled and accepted the drink the bartender pushed towards her. "Emily." She held out a hand, sizable for her frame, and felt her body flush when it was engulfed in his larger one. She took a gulp of the cold beer before her to calm the instant heat his touch evoked. They chatted of mundane topics, the weather and generic ramblings. The drinks continued, and as they did, they drew closer, topics switching from impersonal to those of a more intimate variety. Her modest suit skirt slipped higher over her knee, and he rested his large palm on it, hot, the heat from his fingers spreading through her skin like electricity, as he leaned forward to listen intently. She blushed, and he followed with his gaze as the rosy glow progressed from the nearly hidden cleft of her breasts, up across the column of her neck to stain the apples of her cheeks. Deftly, he slid one finger under the hem of her short skirt, and she clasped her hand down upon his, looking up at him with startled eyes. "Shhh.." He smiled at her and laid one long finger against her lips, then spread his fingers against her flesh, pressing thumb against the soft inside of her thigh. She sighed, and spread her legs slightly, looking to the rest of the bar as if merely shifting in her seat. Only the flush in her cheeks and the way she grasped her glass like a lifeline betrayed the growing arousal being stoked within her with every strong caress of the large man's powerful fingers. Higher they climbed, as she thrilled with sensation and with the fear of discovery. He leaned towards her, whispering into her ear. "Trust me... let me give you what you need..." His low voice hummed deep in her head, his breath tickling the soft hairs at the nape of her neck. His fingers reached the apex of her thighs, stroking against the damp satin he found there, and he turned his face against her, running his teeth over the soft flesh of her neck. "Finish your drink and come outside." It wasn't a request, but a command, one that her body knew she could never disobey. He drew away from her and she swayed, longing again for the heat of his caress. He stood, paid the bartender, and with one long look into her eyes, strode out the back door. She started down at the half finished beer in front of her, noticing the amber liquid shimmering as her hands trembled against the glass. For a moment, she considered leaving, walking out the front door and not looking back. Taking a last gulp, she rose, and found herself walking, not to the front door, but to the back. She pushed the heavy door open and stifled a shriek as a firm hand clamped down over her mouth. She felt herself pulled against a tall, muscular form, and reveled in the feeling of being so small against his more powerful frame. Bending low, he whispered into her ear. "Tell me this is what you want. Tell me now. I'll let go if you say to... but you have to tell me now..." The intensity of his voice made her knees weak, and only the strength of his arm around her kept her upright. She kissed the hand that had been over her mouth, and ground back into him, begging him with body only to take what he would. Releasing his hold, he turned her around and pulled her into the shadows of the dark alley, so they were both silhouettes against the darker brick. He pushed her up against the brick wall, his mouth at once soft and insistent against her yielding one. She moaned into his open mouth, wrapping her arms up around his broad shoulders. Smiling, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and drew her satin panties down over her legs, helping her stand as she stepped tremblingly out of them. He looked down at her, ample breasts half exposed through her unbuttoned shirt, flushed and wonton, and he felt himself begin to throb against the confines of his pants. Sensing his discomfort, she slipped her hand across his chest and down to his fly, working swiftly to free his erection from the confines of his pants. She grasped his shaft in her warm hand, feeling it pulse against her skin, hard and hot, like satin covered steel. Smiling coyly up at him, she took a hesitant lick and then opened her mouth to swallow the thick head between her soft pink lips. He rested his hands against her head as she bobbed lazily against his legs, her hands caressing whatever part of him she could reach with nearly frantic movements. With a start, he pushed her away, shoving her roughly against the wall. With a hard kiss, he lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, pinning her against the cold bricks with his body. Positioning his hardness against her soft, moist center, he parted her lips and entered her, slowly. She thew her head back, sighing deeply, the action throwing her breasts up towards him, the pink peaks of her nipples teasing him from just below the lacy confines of her black bra. He thrust deeply, holding her plump rear in his large hands as he began to pound into her with abandon. Their breaths came harshly, only the fear of being discovered stoppering the moans they both stifled in their throats. She clung to his shoulders, shuddering as her completion broke upon her. Kissing her deeply, he shouted his own into her mouth as he spilled himself inside her. Spent, they stepped apart, smiling shyly. She lowered her skirt, picked up her purse, and, after he had made himself presentable, allowed him to escort her around to the near-empty parking lot. As she drove away, she smiled to herself. Sometimes, attention is exactly what you need. The Alley A huge thank you to all my readers. Your comments have been delightful. I love all the emails but please don't stop leaving public comments too! It makes the story so much hotter to me to read the comments on my and other authors submissions. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (12 min/mp3) * * * * * The Alley We're staying over at George's, his teeny 1 room, basement apartment in an alley off Newbury Street. George is sleeping a few feet away on his bed, Mikey is asleep a few inches away on the couch and we're on the deflating air mattress. We're smooshed together and I don't care who is around, all I want is your cock inside me. We manage it, I pull my shorts down to my knees and you pull my shirt up and hold me to you by my tits, my back against your chest. I guide you in and we have that amazing moment when your cock first pushes inside me. I'm ready for you, so wet, in a second I'm full of you and this vibration travels through my whole body. It's almost the best part of getting fucked, it's relief mixed with desire. I almost don't want to let you pull out but I feel your arm tighten around me and your hips tilt back. I need your cock to fill me and I push back against you. We get a few strokes in and you pull out, I protest but you tell me "This isn't working and we're making too much noise." I'm sure I make some kind of disappointed face but you point to the door. I pull up my shorts, we quietly roll off the mattress and you pull me outside. I turn once outside to make sure the door isn't locked and you get behind me, kiss my neck and pinch my nipple through my shirt, maneuvering me toward the stairs that lead up to the street. You push me onto them, on my hands and knees. The surface of the pavement digs into my skin and hurts but you are there behind me, pulling my shorts down quickly and positioning yourself, the head of your cock pushing through the folds of my cunt before you slam into me, rocking me forward, your hand on my head, my face scraping on the rough stairs. With one hand you hold onto my hips and guide me, with the other you reach around and help me free my tits from my bra, they're big and hang down, my nipples get even harder in the cold air. We each grab hold of a nipple at the same time and pinch them. I move that hand down to play with my clit while your hard cock is driving in and out of me. My tits moving to our rhythm, I'm trying to keep quiet, the sound of our fucking echoes off the walls, but it's 4AM and no one is around. I hope that someone hears us and watches. I can't help gasping every time your big dick bottoms out, my fingers are working vigorously on my clit. Both of your hands are now on my hips, pulling and pushing. I want it hard and fast and harder and faster. I can't get enough of you. I'm going to cum, I switch hands and my fingers are flying across my clit as you take me from behind. It builds until all of a sudden I feel it in a rush of heat and pleasure that races through me. I moan too loudly and your hand clamps over my mouth. I ride the wave as you fuck, your breathing is getting heavy and you put both hands on my shoulders, your strokes are getting more forceful. I quietly beg you, "Cum inside me, please, I need it." and you slam into me with a grunt and hold yourself there while emptying your cum into me, jerking a little with each spurt as it fills me. I flex the walls of my pussy, milking you. When you're done you pause for a second to catch your breath and then pull out. I whimper in protest, missing you already, feeling empty. I lie still trying to catch my breath. Two taps on my hip remind me that I'm not done. I turn around and get on my knees in front of you to clean our juices off your cock and balls. I lean in and close my eyes, licking you gently, engulfing you in my warm wet mouth. When I finish I look up at you as you tuck yourself back into your boxer briefs and turn to walk into the apartment, leaving me to pull up my shorts and put my tits away before following you in. I sneak past our sleeping friends and I climb back into bed and cuddle up next to you, your cum still inside me. The Alley I’m walking down a dark deserted street. It’s late at night. I have on my skirt, blouse and light sweater. It’s warm out so I’m not cold. I hear a noise from somewhere behind me. I’m not scared tho. It sounds far away. Then I hear foot steps. They are coming closer. I have very high heels on so walking faster than I am already doing is hard to do. I want to look over my shoulder but I don’t want to. Am I just being paranoid? I hear the foot steps getting closer. There is nowhere for me to go. Just empty buildings around. I can’t take it anymore and I look behind me. There is a man there. He is tall with dark hair but that’s all I can make out. Except that he looks big. I’m a little frightened now. He seems to be walking faster now. I’m trying not to panic. My breath is getting faster; my pulse is starting to race. I’m being silly, I know. He is just a man walking late at night like I am. I turn the corner hoping to find somewhere to hide. There is no where. But up ahead I see an alley. I run up to it and step inside it. He won’t find me here. Its pitch black and there’s not a lot of room. He will pass right by. I can hear his steps, getting closer and closer. I hold my breath. He passes by. I let out my breath, thankful that he has gone. Just as I am about to peek out, he steps into the alley. There is nowhere for me to hide. “Were you waiting for me?” he asks. I can’t find my voice. He trails his hand from my neck down my arm. Lightly skimming over my breast. “Please don’t hurt me” I say in a quiet voice. “I have money in my purse, take it”. But it’s not my money he wants. His hand goes to the collar of my blouse. With one quick rip, he tears it off of me. All that is covering me is my thin sweater. That too is gone in a matter of seconds. He shoves me up against the wall and kisses me. Hard, on the mouth. His hands are all over my tits, Squeezing and twisting. I try to squirm away, but he is too strong for me. He puts one of his knees between my legs and forces them apart. He is pulling up my skirt with his free hand. I’m fighting him. I feel something cold and sharp against my neck. “If you’re nice, I won’t hurt you” he says in a thick voice. I have no option but to comply with his wishes. He hikes my skirt up to my waist. He uses his knife to cut off my panties. I can feel the cold steel against my mound. I feel his fingers tugging at the small tuft of hair there. He pulls and I let out a little scream. It hurts. His finger slides down to go between the folds of my pussy. He finds my clit and starts rubbing it coarsely. “Do you like that?” he asks. I can’t find a voice to answer him with. He grabs the hood and twists it around. “I asked you a question Bitch”. The pain is so great that I feel as if I’m about to pass out. I nod my head. Maybe if I tell him what he wants to hear, he will stop. He slides his finger deep inside of me. His head bends down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He rolls it around in his mouth. Biting it and twisting it. His finger is deep inside of me. I want to cry out but I’m afraid to. I can feel his huge erection rubbing on my leg. Then I feel another finger go in me. He is moving them around in a frenzied fashion. His other hand is in the back of my hair. Pulling it so that my head is arched back. He bites my neck and that tender part just above my collarbone. His fingers are moving in and out of me like mad. “Put your hand into my pants and take my cock out” he says. I do as I am told. It’s so big and so hard that I can barely get my hand around it. “Suck on it, NOW” I bend over and take his cock into my mouth. His hand is on the back of my head, shoving my mouth further down on him. As I am bent over, I can feel him touching my ass. Suddenly, I feel the same fingers that were in my pussy, in my ass. I have never felt this before. I start to wriggle away and he wraps his hand in my hair tighter. Again, I have no choice but to comply. He pushes my head up and down on his cock, guiding my mouth. I’m gagging on his size. Just when I think I can’t stand anymore, he spins me around and bends me over. He shoves his cock inside my pussy so hard that it almost knocks me over. His hand has reached around and he is playing with my clit while he is fucking me. I’m starting to feel something that I don’t want to. It feels good. Really good. I start to rock back against him. Taking every inch of him in me. I can’t believe how wet I am. I am being raped and I like it. Without warning he pulls out my dripping pussy and rams into my ass hole. The pain is almost unbearable. Almost. I have never done this before and the feeling is immense. I can feel an orgasm building up inside of me. He is pounding me harder and harder. Just as I am going to explode, he lets out a “ YES!!! Oh fuck yeah. Take it all Baby” I cum so hard and so much that it shoots out of me. It’s running down my leg and I can feel his cum starting to seep out of my ass. He pulls out, puts his cock back in his pants and leaves the alley. “Thanks Baby, that was great”. I am left standing there dripping with both our cum dripping out of me, no blouse, no panties, and I have never felt so satisfied in my life. The End. The Alley She cursed herself as she entered the dark, damp alley. The guy she met at the bar seemed nice enough, and the chemistry between them had already dampened her panties just from their conversation. But still, she had just met him, and here she was, in a strange part of town, walking down a dirty alley to be with him. She was about halfway down when she felt him behind her. He grabbed her roughly and pushed her against the wall to her right. “All you bitches are the same, just want to tease a guy” he started “I really didn’t think you would meet me here, but I know the routine, get him hot and leave him hanging. Well, not tonight.” “Ouch! What are you talking about,” she demanded “I thought you were a nice guy, I came here to meet you just like we talked about!” “Yeah, right!” he said, pinning her tightly against the wall. He put his hand to her head, holding her immobile while ripping off her long coat. It was cool that night, and a chill hung in the air. She felt her nipples, under her sheer blouse, harden from the cold. He reached around and pulled on them roughly. “I knew you’d be into this, look, you’re already excited!” Moving his hands lower, he reached under her skirt and tugged her flimsy panties free, ripping them in the process. “Hey…Stop!” she protested, only to have the remains of her panties shoved in her mouth. “Quiet, bitch, or you’ll only get hurt!” He had grabbed her hands and held them firm above her head with only one of his large mitts. He pressed his body tightly against hers, forcing her harder into the wall. “I’m gonna fuck you good, little lady,” he whispered into her ear “and you are gonna be a good girl and take it. You aren’t gonna make any noise, you aren’t gonna scream, you will give me what I want. Agreed?” “mmf mff mffmfhf” she muttered through the gag. “Just nod your head if you agree.” She did, reluctantly. There seemed to be no one around anyway. She decided to play along, maybe she could make an escape if she let him relax. “Good girl,” he said as he removed her gag and shoved it into his pocket “see how easy this can be if you just go along?” Then without warning, he spun her around so her back was pressed against the wall. He tore open her flimsy blouse to reveal her breasts. She had gone without a bra tonight, intent on showing her tits off. They were, she considered, her best features. Full, with small, brown aureoles and long, pointy nipples. Still in her twenties, they stood up well without support, and filled a c-cup nicely when she did wear a bra. She tried to cover herself from his lustful gaze, but he tore her hands away. Spinning her back around, he pinned her hands in the small of her back, just above he thin waist, and fashioned a rope out of her useless panties to keep her restrained. Then he turned her around again. “Nice tits, best I’ve ever seen, I think.” He put his right hand on her neck, slowly allowing it to glide over her left breast. She was cold, scared and shivering, but it appeared he was going to take his time with her. His fingers circled her nipple, in awe of its size and hardness. He pinched, gently at first, then steadily increasing the pressure until she almost squealed in pain. He repeated the process with the right, her knees buckling before he backed off. Lifting her and pushing her back against the wall, all she could think to do was hang her head and let this strange man have her. She thought he was so nice inside. They struck up a conversation; both waiting for dates that didn’t show up. They made small talk for awhile, and when it seemed obvious that they had both been stood up, neither seemed too disappointed. Sometimes good things come from bad, she had thought. And sometimes bad things come from good. At this point, she hoped just not to get hurt. He stood close to her, towering over her, really. At 5’2, 115 pounds, she thought herself no match for this man. He seemed to stand well over 6’ tall, blond hair fashionably cut, a chiseled face, broad shoulders tapering down to a reasonably thin waist. In any other circumstances, she would have thought him very attractive. “Who are you kidding,’ she thought “you DID think of him that way, and that’s how you ended up here.” He was raising her skirt. Running his hand up the inside of her thigh, he found her well-trimmed pussy. His fingers danced around her outer lips, mixing with the cool air now brushing directly against her exposed skin. He moaned as he leaned into her. She could feel his sizeable erection pushing into her stomach as he ground into her. Pulling away from her, he yanked the skirt down over her hips, tearing it also in the process. She wondered how she’d get home with these tattered clothes. Stepping back, he looked her over from head to toe as he unzipped his fly. He struggled to get his erection out of his pants. Once free, he stepped back into her. “Remember what you said in the bar?” he asked. “Uh-uh.” Her head was swimming, trying to grasp the situation. “You said ‘I’d love to give a strange man head, no strings.’ Was that just the booze talking?” “I uhhh…I don’t…” she stammered. His hands on her shoulders, pushing her down to her bare knees. He waved his cock in her face, slapping her cheeks with it. “You know what to do, you said you wanted it. Be good, don’t get any ideas.” He demanded as he brushed his dick against her lips. The pre-cum there left slimy trails on her lips, dripping down to her chin. “Come on…open up,” he insisted. She didn’t really want to. The concrete hurt her knees; she was cold and scared. It seemed the only way out was to do as she was told. Still, she could bite him and run away. Was it worth the risk? He was obviously prepared some way to handle that situation. With trepidation, she parted her lips and darted her tongue out at the rigid phallus waving in front of her. She tried to not think about what she was doing as the head slid past her lips. She heard him moan and felt him push his dick further into her mouth. She felt his hands wrapped in her hair, guiding her head back and forth, driving himself deeper into her mouth. After a time, she could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose and his balls slapping her chin. She relaxed as much as she could and let him fuck her mouth. With no small horror, she felt a new coolness against her thighs. As an involuntary moan escaped her lips, she realized that her pussy was wet, dripping her juices down her thighs. She couldn’t be enjoying this, could she? How could her body betray her like this? Once again, with no notice, he pulled out of her mouth. He picked her up and spun her around, bending her over a crate stored in the alley. Kicking her feet apart, he pushed himself into her from behind. His cock was lodged in the crack of her ass, while his hand reached around her hips and fingered her pussy. “Wet, huh? I thought you’d like that,” he hissed. Grabbing his cock, he began rubbing the head up and down against her damp slit. “Now I’m gonna fuck you.” With that, he began pushing what must have been 8” of thick cock into her hole. Despite her circumstances, she found herself pussy wet and willing to take this dick. Her cunt sucked the invader inside, welcoming it when her mind screamed “NO!” He pushed inside of her gently-once. When he was buried to the hilt, he began thrusting in earnest. His hips rocked back and forth, pulling his dick almost all the way out of her pussy and slamming it back home. His breath was heavy in her ear and his hands roamed her body. He pinched and pulled her nipples, diddled her clit, always with the constant slamming into her cunt. She felt an orgasm approaching, and bit her lip so as not to give him the satisfaction of knowing she came. His thrusting became more ragged, less controlled as his balls pulled in tight. A second later, she felt him slam into her one last time and his cock pulse inside her. He groaned in her ear, and she couldn’t help herself. She came, biting her lip harder to be quiet. They stayed like that for a few minutes. His cock softened and slid out of her. She could feel his seed drip down her thighs. “That was great, baby,” he started “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Smiling broadly, she turned in his arms and kissed him. “No baby, that was great! I’m glad we did it, but I’m freezing!” Quickly, he untied her hands and grabbed her coat, wrapping her up in it and pulling her close to him. “I love you, Baby.” she sighed. “I love you, too, but next time, it’s my turn to live a fantasy.” he replied. Arm in arm, they left the strange alley, abandoning what was left of her clothes and walked back to their car. The Alley It had been a long week, and the only thing on my mind was getting out of work, and going to my favorite bar to kick back a few pints of beer. As I was leaving, I ran into a friend on the stairs. She was a stunning brunette, who stood about 5 feet 6 inches, with short hair, slender build, nice breasts, and legs that went on forever. I had always found her attractive, but it was not until we had worked together on a project last spring, that we really got to know each other, and I found her even more attractive. Recently, I had started to fantasize about her, and what it would be like to with her sexually. Anyway, her week must have been as bad as mine, because when I mentioned that I was going to the bar for a drink, she asked if I minded some company. When we got to the bar, we had a few drinks, and played the usual get to know each other game of "Would you rather sleep with person A or person B", and had a lot of laughs along the way. As we both started to unwind from the hectic week, the talk became more flirtatious. I had mentioned to her before, how I had always fantasized about having sex in a public place - where there were people around, but who were not aware of you, or what you were doing. I had also told her that a friend of mine had mentioned to me, about this little alcove that was on the side alley to this bar, hidden behind some bushes. Most people walked by without ever noticing it. It was large enough to fit two people comfortably, with plenty of maneuvering room. She said that it sounded interesting, and that she would have to remember to check it out, the next time she was out on a hot date, as she gave me a wink. Before I had a chance to respond, she stood up, leaned in close to my face, grabbed my hand, and said "Come on, let's play some pool." As the night wore on, the beers were flowing, and we both did a few shots of Jack. As we were playing, she brought up the alley story that I had told her about earlier. She mentioned how most guys would probably drag their girlfriends out there just to have a quickie, without any concern of whether she was enjoying herself or not. "Guys are all alike, as long as they get their rocks off, they don't care whether the woman is satisfied or not." Just as I was about to defend all mankind, the waitress came with another round, so I let it drop. We had been at the bar for several hours, had more drinks than I could remember, and shot four rounds of pool, when she said that it was getting late, and that she was going to take off. I told her to hang on, and that I would walk her out. I went and settled our tab, and walked her to her car. We did the normal small talk, and I told her that I enjoyed the night, and that we would have to do it again sometime. I leaned in, to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, but at the last moment, she turned her head and met my lips straight on. Seizing the opportunity, I bent back in to give her a proper kiss, and then another. One thing quickly led to another, and before you know it, we were making out. We were leaning against her car, enjoying ourselves, when we were interrupted by a couple leaving the bar. When I turned back towards her to pick up where I left off, she had a glint in her eye, and a grin spread across her lips. She said "You know, it's a shame we don't have someplace more private to go, like an alley or something." Returning her grin, I grabbed her hand, and said "Follow me". I led her to the other side of the bar, and down the side alley, which led to the overflow parking lot. We went down about halfway, before I stopped. I looked around to make sure no one was around, and then pulled her through the overgrown bushes that were blocking our destination, a 4 foot by 4 foot square alcove, built into the building. I turned to her and said, "As you wished my lady". It wasn't exactly the Ritz, but it was private enough, even though people could walk by no more than 3 feet from where we now stood. I turned towards her and said "Where were we ... oh Yes", and with that, proceeded to kiss her again. She was wearing her gray skirt, with the green and red checkered pattern. Whenever she wore it to work, it always reminded me of a Catholic school girl's uniform. I had many fantasies about her in that skirt, and of how badly I wanted to have my face nestled between those killer legs, that were under that skirt. I snapped back to reality, with the sound of two guys walking down the alley, stumbling over each other, and shouting rather loudly. We both stopped and looked at each other, to see if they had seen us, but they just walked right on by. We looked at each other, and both gave a sigh of relief. Neither one of us wanted to be caught before the fun even had a chance to begin. I went back to kissing her now, very softly at first, giving both of us time, to become familiar with each other's mouth. As our kissing became stronger, I started to rub her leg at the base of her skirt, and slowly worked my way into her inner thigh. I knew I got her attention, by the sudden gasp she let out. I slowly caressed her thigh with my fingertips, ever so gently. She seemed receptive to my bold exploration however, as she jammed her tongue in my mouth, while pulling me closer. I was tempted to go further right then and there, but remembered what she had said earlier, and decided to delay my pleasure (and hers) for at least a little while longer. I took my hand out from under her skirt, and pulled her tight against my body. I had grown hard by now, and realized that she was aware of this too, by the little smirk that spread across her face. I picked up the pace of my kissing, as I slowly let my tongue explore her mouth. I slid my hands down her back, tracing the line of her spine. As our kissing continued, I slid my hands further down her back, until I was cupping her ass with my hands. I pulled her tight against my body, and we started to grind back and forth. If there was any question before about the hardness of my dick, that question had been answered. I helped guide her rocking motion, as my hands directed her body over my groin from behind. All I could think of, was how badly I wanted to be inside her at this very moment. She must have been reading my mind, because no sooner had I thought that, when she slid her hands straight down my chest, and onto my pants. She pulled down my zipper and slid one hand inside my fly before I snapped out of the fantasy. I grasped her hand, and pulled it back out. "Unh unh" I said, "not yet. Tonight is all about your pleasure." I slid my hand back up under her skirt, and straight back to the familiar territory of her thigh. Only this time, it was for a short pit stop. As I was rubbing her leg, I slid my hand gently over the outside of her panties, and over her mound. It must have surprised her, because she let out a loud gasp. We looked to see if anyone had heard us, but luckily no one did. I continued rubbing her pussy, as I traced up and down her slit through her panties. Besides the quickened pace of our kissing, I knew she was enjoying herself, as I felt her underwear start to get wet. I was rubbing her back and forth, and would tease her every now and then, by sliding a finger along the elastic band on her thigh. But I always made sure to pull back, before my finger would slide under her panties. By this point, I decided to see how hot I could make her feel, before releasing her anguish. I must have been doing a better job than I thought, because after a few more minutes she started to moan. Low at first, but her volume increased, as did her wetness. Her moaning had taken it's desired effect on me, and weakened my resolve. I placed my finger inside the top rim of her panties, along her leg, and moved my fingers down and to the inside with a quick motion. In doing so, I was able to expose her pussy to the night air, freeing my hands for easier access and exploration. I pushed her back against the wall, and stared straight into those amazing brown eyes of hers, as I slid my fingers up and down her crack. She was so wet, that it took almost no effort to slip first one, and then two fingers inside her warm pussy. I started to slide my fingers in and out, with a slow and steady motion. The whole time, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. After a few minutes, she closed her eyes, and slid her leg up against my body, granting me easier access. I kept moving my fingers back and forth, altering the pace, the whole time enjoying the sound of her breathing becoming heavier. I leaned in and started to kiss her neck, with the occasional nibble here and there. As I quickened the pace of my fingers, I leaned in close to her, and started to whisper into her ear. I told her how I wished it was my cock that was buried deep inside her pussy, instead of my fingers. Of how badly I wanted to be inside her right now, thrusting back and forth, back and forth. Faster and faster until I couldn't control myself any longer, and exploded deep inside her as our bodies melted. She was so warm and wet inside, and my fingers started to make a squishing sound as they slid in and out, in and out. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers, and her moaning grew louder, as my dick ached with the desire of being in her. I told her how hot she was, and how many times I had fantasized about doing this to her. I started to change the pace of my thrusts, to match the pace of her breathing, until we were in perfect harmony. I knew she was not going to be able to last much longer, so I decided it was time to go for the prize. I moved my fingers until I trapped her clit between them. It only took a few seconds of flicking it back and forth, before her body started to shake, and she stifled a scream. Her pussy clamped down around my fingers as she orgasmed, and a steady wave of cum flowed down my hand. It was extremely powerful, and lasted for about 45 seconds before she was able to finally catch her breath. I could feel her heart pounding against my chest. She looked up at me and smiled, and slumped her head against my shoulder, as she let out a sigh. I slid my fingers out, and raised them to my face. She opened her eyes, wondering where my hand had gone. I took a deep whiff of my fingers, as her scent drifted to my nose. It was such a strong and intoxicating smell, that I felt light headed. I slipped one of the fingers in my mouth, as I savored the taste of her juices. By this point I was quite aroused, and expected my cock to burst through my jeans, if I didn't start paying it some attention soon. I needed more of her amazing taste, but before I could put the other finger in my mouth, she grabbed my hand, and stuck both fingers in her mouth. She stared up at me, as she proceeded to go down on my fingers, sucking off her own cum. Her lips caressed my fingers, as she started to bob her head up and down, up and down. She sucked on my fingers, until every last drop of her had been wiped off. My dick sprang back to attention, as I thought I was going to lose it right then and there. I had never wanted someone so badly in my life, as I wanted her in that very moment. I wished that her lips were instead spread around my aching cock, milking it for all it was worth. My mind flashed to a story she had told me earlier in the night (after several shots), about when it came to giving blow jobs, all girls fit into one of two categories. They were either a 'spitter' or 'swallower', and how she was the later. She said that she felt it was rude not to swallow when giving a blow job, and how she enjoyed the taste of semen. That surprised me, since most girls I knew never swallowed, and hated the taste of cum. Although I wanted badly to test out her theory, I still wasn't finished pleasuring her yet. After all, I had to prove to her that not all guys were the same, about being concerned only with their own pleasure. I slid my fingers out of her mouth, and kissed her. I was so aroused at the taste of her own scent on her lips, that I knew I couldn't wait any longer. I got down on my knees, and flipped her skirt over my head, as I nestled my face up between her sweet thighs. For the second time that night, I became dizzy by the overwhelming smell of her cum, still flowing from her slit. The light that was in the alley behind us, shed just enough light, for me to get my first glimpse of her pussy. She was cleanly shaven, with just a thin little patch of triangular hair above her crotch, as if pointing the way. I pulled back her lips, and gave a few light kisses before diving my tongue in between her folds, and up into her sweet hole. The taste was even more amazing, then what I had imagined. I couldn't control myself, as I darted my tongue in and out with uncontrollable lust. She clamped her hands on the side of my head, and pulled my face closer into her groin. She started to rub her hands through my hair in little circles, as she started to breathe harder. Her juices started flowing now in streams, as her cum ran over my face, and down my cheek. God how I wanted her in that moment. My tongue probed farther and farther into her slit, as my hands reached around and started massaging her ass. I ran a finger ever so lightly down the outside of her crack, as I continued alternating between fucking her with my tongue, and sucking on her clit. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, she climaxed. Wave after wave of cum washed over me, as I did my best to lap up every last drop of it. This time she was unable to stifle her scream, and yelled out a few 'encouraging' expletives. After a few minutes of savoring the moment, she was finally able to catch her breath. I reached down and picked up her black panties, and stuck them in my pocket. A little souvenir, to remember this amazing night. Little did I know that the night was still young, and that the fun was just beginning. When she finally calmed down from her orgasm, she started to kiss me again. She kissed me deeply, as she sucked her juices from my mouth, as she had done earlier with my finger. She thanked me for giving her one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced. I told her that I was glad I could help, and hoped that this now showed her that not all guys were the same. With that, I grabbed her hand, and turned to walk back into the alley. She pulled me back and said 'Not so fast, now it's my turn to return the favor Chip'. What could I say, I was raised never to argue with a lady. With that seductive little grin that I was now becoming quite familiar with, she slowly moved her hands down my chest, and back to my zipper. But that's another story... The Alley It was late and they had been at a bar for most of the night. She dressed as he had instructed earlier that day in a short skirt and low cut white shirt and while it covered her, it outlined her breasts and barely covered the hardness of her nipples. She loved to be partially exposed in public and as he teased her throughout the evening her cunt grew wetter and wetter. The looks she had been getting throughout the evening from men grew more brazen the more they drank and she enjoyed the attention even though there was no question as to who owned her body. They could stare as much as they liked, but she knew that there was only one man who could lay claim to her flesh. As she sat legs parted on a bar stool next to him, he ran his hand up her inner thigh, pinching and stroking her skin, enjoying the helpless moans that escaped her lips. He pressed close to her now and then and with his hand between their bodies would take hold of a nipple and squeeze it so hard she would gasp, flushing with embarrassment whenever someone heard. They left the bar to return to his car, walking hand in hand along the street. They were silent, each enjoying the quiet after the noise of the bar and as they walked, her mind wandered, wondering what the rest of the night would hold. She didn't notice the opening at the side of the street so when he grabbed her by the arm and began to drag her onto the alley, she was completely caught off guard. She didn't refuse to follow, but her heart pounded and she was terrified someone would see them. He sensed her apprehension and standing behind her, growled in her ear, "Do exactly as I say bitch or you will be sorry." She barely had time to stammer a "Yes, Sir" before she found herself being forced to her knees. The ground was cold and wet and the gravel bit into her knees but before she could complain, he forced his cock deep into her mouth. As she gagged and struggled to get her breath, she heard his voice. "Show me how much you love to be my cock whore, slut." For a moment, she forgot where they were and began to suck and lick his cock, running her tongue over him as she slid up and down his length in the way she knew he liked. She moaned as she felt him grow harder and felt her cunt ache with need to feel him deep inside her. She wanted to taste him, to feel his cum fill her mouth but suddenly he grabbed her hair in his fist and pulled her harshly to her feet. To the side of the alley was a railing and it was there that she was taken and pushed over it, so that her ass was exposed. His hand came down hard on her flesh and she cried out only to find his hand cover her mouth and his voice once more in her ear. "Shut up bitch," he said, "Or I will find something to shove in your mouth to shut you up." She grasped the railing with her hands to keep her balance and tried to remain quiet, but her body was so alive and on fire with lust and need, that small moans still rose from her. Again, she felt his hand strike her ass but this time with one hard pull, he ripped her panties from her body and stuffed them into her mouth. She could taste herself on them and her face burned with the humiliation of being such a slut that she loved the taste of her own cunt. She lost track of time as over and over again he used her body. His cock slamming into her tight ass with no warning, then pulling out quickly to enter her cunt. Again and again he fucked her, paying no mind to the way the railing cut into her body as she was pushed against it. She was his whore and he was going to use her in any way he wished. He reached around her and ripped her shirt open, one of the buttons popping off as he did and yanked her bra up to expose her tits and nipples. As he fucked her ass and cunt, he squeezed and twisted her nipples, enjoying the feeling of her cunt spasm in response. Suddenly, he pulled from her and grabbed her again by the hair, forcing her quickly to her knees and pulling the panties from her mouth. "Take my cock in your greedy mouth bitch, and if you suck well enough, I will reward you with my cum." She took him quickly into her mouth, worshiping his cock, so thankful and happy to be his slut. "Touch your cunt, slave and cum for me," he said and she did as he instructed, her cunt so wet to the touch that her fingers were covered in her juices in seconds. He thrust harder and harder into her mouth, gagging her as he did, but still she sucked him, her fingers moving faster over her clit until she felt herself beginning to climax. She moaned as her orgasm overwhelmed her and she felt him throb and his cum fill her mouth. She swallowed quickly not wanting to waste one drop. He pulled her to her feet slowly and held her in his arms for a moment. She looked a mess. Her clothes were in disarray and her knees filthy from the ground. Her stockings had run and her shirt was missing a button. He allowed her to straighten herself up as best she could but it was obvious that she had just been well used and she prayed that no-one would see her in this state as they went back to the car. However, he had other plans. He smiled and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Good girl, my slave, good girl," he said, "Sir is well pleased with his bitch. But you know, Sir is thirsty again, I think it is time for us to go back to the bar for a nightcap." The Alley Browsing for movies is always boring at John's local video store. John was aimlessly walking through the aisles, and then in walked in the most stunning blonde he had ever seen. She looked like she was about 5'5", not too short, not too tall. She had nice breasts, just bigger than a handful, a tiny waist, and a beautiful, round, bouncing ass. All she was wearing was a tiny little green skirt and a blue tube top. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, because her nipples were obviously hard and sticking up. On her feet, she had on high heels. He watched her walk to the back of the store, but figured she was way out of his league, so he did his best to forget her, and kept searching. He heard a small squeaking sound. It sounded like a soft moaning. He followed it around the corner, and there, in the adult section, was the blonde from before. She was leaning against the wall, and her right hand was jammed in her skirt. Rubbing gently. Her left was lightly rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples through her tanktop. Her eyes were focused on a row of dvds, and she was scanning all the pictures of hot girls and big dicks. She sighed, and it looked like she was about to cum. John looked down to see that he had an erection tightening up his jeans. He reached in his pants to rearrange it, and when he looked back up, the blonde was frozen, staring at him, with her hand still in her skirt. "What are you doing?!" She yelled. He didn't respond. He didn't need to. She knew what she was doing, and that's what was important. She slowly pulled her hand out of her skirt, and looked him dead in the eye. They stood there, staring at eachother, for what seemed like forever. Then her eyes flicked down to his still pulsing erection. She looked in his eyes again, then started walking away. She brushed past him, and her hip grazed his dick. He watched her go, and couldn't tear his eyes away from those swinging hips. With each step, he could see her ass cheeks bouncing. Either she wasn't wearing underwear under that skirt, or she had a thong. She stopped and turned to him. "Are you coming or not?" Without thinking, he began to follow her, watching her ass the whole time. She led him through the store, out to the parking lot, and behind the store. Tucked behind the store was a dark alley filled with cardboard boxes. The alley took a turn, and as soon as he rounded it, the blonde pushed him up against the wall and started kissing him. Her kisses were soft and gentle at first, but soon she forced her tongue into his mouth, and started kissing him down his neck. "Oh, I'm so horny baby," she whispered. "Please can I suck your dick? I need to suck you to get off." He looked down at her, and she was pouting seriously. "Please?" she begged. "Be my guest." Her pout turned into a grin, and she dropped down to her knees. Her hands were unbuckling his belt before he had finished his sentence. She forcefully pulled down his boxers and his pants in one motion, and his rock hard cock popped up and smacked her in the jaw. "Oh my god," she whimpered, "You are so big." She kissed the head and licked right under it. Then she saw his balls. She reached with her soft, delicate fingers and started juggling them. Her lips and tongue played over the head and shaft of his cock, making him throb. All at once she took the head in her mouth and swallowed the entire cock. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him fully into her mouth with each stroke. She kept playing with his balls with one hand, but John noticed that with her right hand she was reaching down and starting to stroke her own pussy. She pulled her mouth all the way off his dick, and there was a long stream of spit connecting his dick to her plump, wet lips. "Please fuck my mouth, baby. I need that hot dick down my throat." She changed her position so that she was squatting, not kneeling, and John could just tell that she had pushed her underwear to the side and was finger-fucking herself. He pulled her blonde hair onto two pigtails, and she opened her mouth, looking into his eyes. "Please," she said, and pulled her tube top down, revealing her full, perky breasts. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and he stuck his dick all the way in. As he fucked her, she moaned around his cock, and her tears began to roll down her face. He pulled his dick out. "Are you alright? Am I hurting you?" He asked. "Just don't stop fucking my mouth. I need your cum!" She yelled, with no fear of being noticed be anyone in the nearby parking lot. "I need you to cum all over me!" She made a lunge for his dick with her mouth. "You asked for it," said John. He began to fuck her throat as hard as he could. She gagged and drooled all over tits, and then rubbed that spit onto her nipples. She started shaking and she seemed like she was close to cumming. John was close to, but he was holding back in the hopes that he could fuck her. All at once, she stopped rubbing her tits and grabbed his dick, pulling it out of her mouth. "Baby, I need you to cum on my face. I can't cum unless you cum, baby. I NEEED to cum," she whimpered. "Cum for me baby. All over my face." With that, she started stroking his dick with her hand, and she ducked her head under so she could suck on his balls. "I NEED YOUR CUM!" She aimed his cock at her face, and John knew he was going to blow any second. She yelled "Make me all dirty!" Suddenly, he burst all over her face. The first spurt shot her right in the mouth. The second went from her left cheek to her forehead, the fourth on her chin, and the fifth plastered her nose. As soon as the first spurt hit, she started to shake again. She fell back, leaning against the alley wall, and started fingering herself more violently than before, she moaned, yelled and whimpered for a whole minute, all while the cum dripped off of her face into her mouth and onto her tits. She swallowed what was in her mouth, and brought a finger up to her cheek, so she could wipe it onto her tongue. John got an idea. He grabbed her wrist. "You don't get to eat that cum. Keep it on your face." She looked up at him with pleading eyes, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she gently grabbed his softening dick with her hand, and slapped it against her tongue. She bobbed up and down on him until he was hard again, all while her face was still covered in his cum. Once he was hard again, she pulled his dick out of her mouth. She looked into his eyes and said, "I want you to fuck me while I have your cum all over my face. John lifted her up, spun her around, and bent her over. She put her hands flat against the brick wall, bracing herself. He flipped up her skirt to reveal a nearly invisible blue thong. He smacked her ass. "What do you want?" He asked, and smacked her ass. "Fuck me," she whispered. "What do you want?" He smacked her ass again, and she rocked forward. "Fuck me," she said. "What do you want?" He pulled her thong halfway down her thighs, and they rested at her knees. "Fuck me!" she yelled. She flipped her blonde hair and looked back at him over her shoulder, cum dripping off her face. "Say it again!" he smacked her ass with his dick. "Fuck me!" she said. He stuck his dick all the way in her smooth, wet pussy, all at once, and she cried out. She put her head down as he fucked her fast and hard. In and out, in and out. She started whimpering. Every fifth thrust, he smacked her ass. "More!" She grunted. She let go of the wall with one hand and started spanking her own ass, two times for every thrust. "Oh, yeah, baby! I love feeling your big, hard, dick all the way in my pussy. I can feel your thick cock all the way inside me. Fuck me 'till you cum." She started cumming again. He could feel her shaking, and her pussy clamped down on his cock. She pushed her ass hard against his hips, and reached around to grab the back of his neck, bringing herself up. She kept bouncing against his dick, all while quivering and moaning. John pushed her off of his cock and turned her around, pushing her against the wall. He squatted down and pulled her to her knees. He took her big tits in his hands, and pushed his cock in between them. It was so soft, and wet from the blowjob earlier. She spit on his dick to add to the lubrication, and he slid his dick all the way to her mouth, then back again. She flicked her tongue out at his head every time it got close. She looked up at him and asked "Can I please suck your big dick?" "No!" he yelled. He rolled her over, and fucked her against the wall, both of them on their knees until he was ready to cum again. He pulled her out, and pushed her to her knees. She grabbed his cock and put the head in her mouth, jacking him off. "You're gonna swallow my cum," he said. She took her mouth of his head. "All of it!" she said, and put her mouth back on the head of his dick. He started to cum, and she started to swallow as much as she could. He unloaded a load even bigger than his last into her mouth, and she swallowed a good three mouthfuls before it started spilling out onto her chest. John leaned against the wall for a moment to catch his breath. The blonde, covered in cum, leaned against the opposite wall. She looked up at him pleadingly. "Can I eat your cum now?" she asked. "As soon as you get to your car," he responded. She pulled up her tube top and fixed her skirt, dropping her wet thong on the dirty pavement. John pulled up his pants and walked her as far as the turn in the alley. He watched her go, without another word. As she walked out into the parking empty parking lot, the lights hit her cum-soaked face. She walked with shaky legs towards a red convertible straight ahead. She sat on the back trunk, and looked right towards the alley at John. He could just make out her leaning against the car and pushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. What she did next, he would always remember. There, in the middle of the parking lot, she spread her legs and started to touch herself. He could see her bare pussy glistening as she used one hand to masturbate and the other to scoop his cum into her mouth and swallow it. He watched until she finished, her blonde hair framing her face perfectly as she brought herself to a final quivering and shaking orgasm, cum still on her lips. He watched her drive away, too. And when she had left, he buckled his belt and was on his way. The Alley He knew, by the glazed look in her eyes, that she was high on something, or perhaps drunk, a little too much wine. Her eyes, blue by day, were dark now, almost midnight, glassy with whatever she was on. Her hair was a dark blonde in color, now tousled, and slightly tangled, hanging in ringlets around her shoulders. She was dressed all in black, a sheer black blouse over a black, lacey bra, the ends tied in a knot at her midriff, showing a tanned, tight stomach; a black leather mini skirt covering what was sure to be a fine ass, with legs encased in silky thigh-high stockings, now torn and ragged, yet still, strangely enough, sexy and enticing. She wore a pair of knee high black leather boots, stiletto heels narrow and dangerous looking. He was sure she had been stunning and sensuous when she left her home for the night, heading out to the club on this Friday evening, to be surrounded by strobing lights and loud, gyrating music. Looking at her, he could picture her moving her body to the beat of the music, her hips swaying, perhaps her eyes closed, losing herself in the sounds, the lights, the surrounding bodies crushed against hers, brushing against her. He could even see her, drink in hand, maybe laughing softly with a girlfriend, while her eyes surveyed the crowd before her, choosing which lucky man, or woman, would go home with her this evening. He wondered when her fun-filled night had ended; when she had realized that this night, it was she that had been chosen, she that had been watched and studied, before being led like a lamb to slaughter, into the grimy, cobblestoned alley, right below his window, where he watched her getting fucked, pressed against the cold cement wall. He had spent many a night looking out this window, into the alley below, watching the party-goers leaving the club, laughing and giggling, drunk and stoned, stumbling to their vehicles and hanging onto their chosen lovers of the night. He had watched people getting into fights, getting high and then throwing up, making out like teenagers in the darkness. He had watched cars getting broken into, beer bottles thrown and glass shattering everywhere, listened to vile curse words and doors slamming, the people embroiled in their anger. This alley behind the club was like a dark, campy movie, filled with Hollywood beauty and good looks; the scenes, actors and lines changing, yet still the same. Tonight, however, the end scene was a bit different, a bit darker; a bit more morose. Tonight, someone was left in the alley, as the new dawn emerged. He wondered, as he stared down at her, how she had been enticed to come play with the black haired man. Had she been plied with charm, with sweet-talk? Perhaps with drinks, laced with something, downed with laughter as the black haired man whispered naughty jokes into her ear. He remembered the two of them emerging from the club, she first, her face flushed with drink and laughter, the black haired man coming behind her, his hand on her shoulder, guiding her as they exited. He remembered the man steering her to the wall, her back now against it, as he continued to whisper into her ear, tucking her hair back behind her other ear, making her feel at ease in the dark alley behind the club. The streetlights had not been kind to her, he remembered, the glare shining too bright on her face, highlighting the years she had spent in clubs like this one...too much drink, cigarette smoke and dim lighting. Yet, this night, she had laughed at the black haired man's jokes, giggling quietly as her face blushed and brightened, not realizing that as the man plied her with laughter and jokes, he was steering her further away into the darkness of the alley, away from her fellow club-goers and partiers. He remembers the two of them below him, in the darkest part of the alley, the blonde woman and the black haired man. He remembers the man continued his naughty whispers, the blonde still giggling as the man pressed her back against the cold alley wall, leaning in to kiss her, opening her lips with his tongue, kissing her deeper and harder. She pulled him against her, holding him to her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair, as she kissed him back almost feverishly. He remembers her eyes closing as the man stroked her arms, from her shoulders down to her dainty wrists, removing the sheer black blouse as he did so, sliding it from her shoulders inch by inch, finally letting it fall to the dirty ground below. She had put her head back, giving a laugh as the shirt tangled around her feet. He remembers her kicking it away with a booted foot, it coming to rest besides a clump of grassy weeds. He remembers the black haired man putting his hands back on her now shirtless shoulders, sticking his thumbs under the bra straps, pulling them downwards as he kissed her neck, slowly moving from her shoulders to her back, silently undoing the hooks of her lacey black bra. He remembers her face as she realized her chest was now bare, her beautiful tits on display to any who might see. She had seemed like she was about to protest, before the black haired man quickly moved to cover her mouth with his own, effectively silencing her with a deep kiss, while at the same time, rubbing his thumbs over her bare nipples. Stepping back, he had smiled down at her, watching as the cold night air raced over her nipples, hardening them with its chill. Perhaps he even whispered something about the thrill of the risk they were taking in the black alley, knowing that at any time, someone could encounter them, could see them...could see her. He remembered her face relaxing slightly, even as she blushed further; he could tell that she enjoyed the possibility of being discovered. He remembers watching the black haired man lean down, taking her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, drawing it further and further in. He remembers the man tweaking her other nipple with his hand, rolling it between his fingers, pulling on it and twisting it. He remembers her eyes closing, her mouth parting slightly, her tongue emerging from her mouth, slowly licking her bottom lip as the man continued his nipple play... sucking on one, nibbling on it gently with his teeth, while playing with the other with his fingers. He watches her face as the man reverses, moving his mouth to the other nipple, sucking on it, while letting his hand close over the first one, the nipple still wet, pulling on it, twisting it. Letting his free hand roam over her bare back, over her hip, over her ass, squeezing her ass cheeks beneath the leather skirt. He remembers the black haired man leaning back suddenly, exhaling sharply, and turning her roughly in his arms, shoving her against the cold cement wall. Her bare breasts are pressed into the cold, hard cement, as the man raises her arms above her head, and presses her hands against the wall, holding her there with one hand as his other hand roams over her back, her shoulders, and the back of her neck. He lifts her hair from her shoulders and kisses the nape of her neck, letting his lips trail down her back and over her shoulders. As he kisses her, his other hand moves further downward, over her hips, her ass, reaching under the skirt and dragging it up, bunching the skirt around her waist, exposing her ass clad in black lacey panties. He leans against her, letting her feel his hardness against her ass cheeks, grinding against her thru his pants as he continues to hold her hands up above her head with one hand and reaching around, squeezing a breast in the other, rolling the nipple between his fingers. He remembers the blonde's eyes are still closed; he can tell she is breathing heavy, her head back, her hair trailing down her back, her body virtually nude to anyone who might pass by. Her breasts still pressed against the cold alley wall, the black haired man holding her there, sandwiching her body between his own and the hard cement. He remembers watching the man run his hand over her ass and down between her crack, down towards the junction between her thighs. He can tell the man is sliding his hand over and around her pussy, perhaps letting a finger up inside her tight warmth. He can see her body tense up, her eyes closing tighter, her breathing getting heavier, as the man continues his movements, sliding around and all over, up and inside her pussy. Removing his hand, he brings it to her face, her wetness glistening from his hand even from here, and he remembers watching the man insert his glistening wet finger, wet with her juices, into her mouth, making her suck on it, making her taste herself. He remembers seeing the black haired man reach down, moving her thighs apart, her black panties pulled off to the side, exposing her to the air. He quickly undoes his fly, letting his hard cock free, straining against her bare ass cheeks, seeking entry into her tight, wet, warm pussy. The blonde, her eyes still closed, her breasts still pressed into the cold, hard cement of the alley wall, her legs spread apart...breathing heavy, her face flushed, exhaling sharply as the black haired man plunges his hard cock into her pussy, encasing himself inside her, feeling her wetness, her tightness, sheathing himself in her, pumping inside her, back and forth, in and out, her tightness closing around him with each stroke, as he buries himself inside her. He kisses her neck, her shoulders, pulling her head back by her hair, turning her head and kissing her hard on the lips as he fucks her, fucks her faster, harder, deeper, burying himself further with each stroke, feeling the tight walls of her pussy all around his cock, so warm, so wet. He remembers them both, straining against the hard alley wall, breathing heavily, deeply, as the black haired man fucked her. He could tell when they both climaxed, her body almost crumpling forward as she let out a moan, her eyes tightly closed; his body tensing up as he gave one last hard thrust, slowly relaxing as he came, spilling into her. He remembers watching the black haired man straighten up, tucking his spent cock back inside his pants, tucking his shirt back in the waistband, straightening his tie, smoothing his hair, and giving the blonde a quick peck on the cheek, walk away... leaving her there, leaning against the wall, mostly nude, legs still apart, his seed spilling down her bare thigh. Leaving her there, her tits still pressed into the cold cement alley wall, her eyes still closed...but closed now not in passion, but in finality, as she realized he was leaving her there, kissed, fucked and forgotten in the cold darkness of the alley behind the club. He remembers watching her crumple slowly to the ground, sitting with her legs drawn up, her knees tucked under her chin, her back against the cold wall, her arms crossed over her bare breasts. He remembers watching one tear trail down her face as he walked up to her, picking up her shirt and draping it across her shoulders, giving her his cell phone to call for a ride home. He remembers her broken smile, the way she avoids his eyes as she covers herself slowly...perhaps still in a daze from her fucking, perhaps just tired and already picturing herself wrapped in warm blankets in her bed. Shaking his head slightly at all the memories of the night before, he uses his thumb now to wipe away her tear, giving her a soft smile under the harsh streetlight, as he takes her hand and pulls her to her feet, leading her away from the alley, towards the dawn's light breaking through, towards another morning, another day... The Alley Ch. 02 ...He eases from me and the sperm spills down my thighs. Standing above me, I can hear his heavy breathing. He chuckles softly and walks to the door leaving me tied to the bed. I am too weak to protest. "Think about what you have become." He says quietly, and then disappears. And in that moment I know he is not done with me. He has left me to ponder my present position...letting me take in all that has happened and befallen me in the last few hours...he knows that the cold concrete floor that my knees are resting on and the sheets that still bind my wrists to the bed will be a reminder to me. Cold...scared...I lay there. I can hear my own breath...long, deep and hard. My fear is more than palpable. My body trembles with the unknown. Tears begin to run down my cheeks...as my predicament becomes all too clear. "How could this have happened?" I think aloud... "I only wanted to seek shelter from the rain...and the alley was there..." ..."And he seemed..."my tears flow freely now, "He seemed so kind." My soft sobs rack my body. "He was helping me...and I thought would show him some kindness in return..." As I struggle to loosen my wrists I continue to try to figure out what went so terribly wrong. "I have always worked hard...been a good friend...a good daughter...my years here have been filled with ups and downs...but still I have never done anything to deserve this..." As I continue to struggle against my binds, my thoughts go back to the brutal treatment at the hands of this stranger. More startling than the brutality itself is my own reaction to it. "What is wrong with me?" I wonder... "How is it that I was turned on by the beating...the hard fucking?" My whole adult life had become a series of boring trysts. No man seemed to satisfy what had become an unquenchable thirst. And yet this stranger had, through the most horrific way, sparked something deep inside me. The realization of this slowly crept into my being...frightening me even more. I knew I needed to get out of here...and yet something inside me was pleading to remain. I suddenly realized that one of my wrists felt like it was becoming free. Twisting and turning it, I finally get it out of the sheet and quickly remove the one holding my other wrist. Grabbing the sheet off the bed, I wrap it around my body and move silently to the door. Turning the handle as quietly as possible, I open the door just a bit, and allow myself to breathe an uneasy sigh as I see an empty hall before me. Glancing quickly both ways, I move out into the dimly lit hallway...and begin my silent escape. Careful not to make any noise, I see the door that the stranger had brought me in and I slowly, steadily move towards it. As my hand touches the doorknob, I feel a presence behind me. The hair on my neck stands up...as I grab the door handle tighter... As I wash up in the bathroom, warm water and soap cleansing my face and body, I figure that the realization of the slut's predicament has set in and she is probably feeling guilt, humiliation and fear I chuckle knowing that she is also feeling something else. No one responds to that type of treatment the way she did without being a slut at heart. My soapy fingers gently wrap around my cock and wash it clean of her cum and mine. The lather and my fingers, not to mention the images of the way "it" writhed under me and begged to be fucked, produce stiffening in my cock. My balls begin to roll in their sack and tighten as I stroke it slowly, smiling wickedly. I cease the idle stroking of my now hard cock and quickly dry off. Listening intently, I think I hear something or someone moving about. As a grin spreads across my lips as I think out loud... "It" must have gotten free of her binding. I move out into the hallway in time to see a shadow darting for the door. I saunter out, knowing she cannot leave until I allow her to. Following her, I see her hesitate at the door. I know she senses me there. I can see the fear spread over her body. As I lean against the wall, a smug smile spreads across my face, I ask quietly... "Leaving so soon?" I watch her trying to turn the doorknob. And relish in the fact that she realizes, all too late that it is locked. Upon hearing my voice, she crumbles to her knees, despondent. As she places her face into her hands she begins her pleading... "Please... please let me go...I will not tell anyone...I promise...please..." Soft whimpers accompany her pleas as she looks up at me. The smile broadens over my face as I lean placidly against the wall staring down at her crumbled body. "You may leave at anytime...the choice is always yours. But, first we should find you suitable attire. You cannot walk around outside in just a sheet." I watch her meet my stare and see the questions in her eyes. She trusted me once, and I betrayed her trust. She looks at me intently, wondering, "Do I dare trust him again?" She slowly gets up...using the wall for support. She sees a flicker of something in my eyes, and I watch as the question rattles her. Should she trust me again? I think to myself... "She is remembering the way I so deftly used her body to give myself pleasure... giving her the most incredible climax she had ever had." She shakes her head as if in doing so will rid the thoughts that have invaded her mind. She knew she needed to stop thinking like this...needed to stop having these lustful thoughts. I watch as the realization washes over her, seeing her blush and look away...she knows she is attracted to me...this stranger from the alley. I lock her into my stare as she quietly answers me, "Yes, I suppose I do need different clothing. Knowing what is going through her mind... seeing it in her eyes...as mine bore through hers and into her darkest depths. Her need...her want... I turn and move my naked body toward the room that she just left...not saying a word to it, but confident that she will follow. I reach into a closet and gather a few pieces of "clothing" in my hand...waiting for her to come through the door. I sense her need to follow ...her questions still lingering... Tears running down my cheeks, I ask myself, "Am I really going in there for clothes? ...or am I searching for something else...something to fill the void that I have felt for so long?" I hesitate briefly...questioning my motives. My eyes again blink back tears of confusion; I enter the room and see him holding what appear to be clothes in his hands "I never meant to upset you...," I say quietly...and in an instant realize that I am apologizing for my behavior...it shocks me...He was the one who brutalized me...and yet I felt responsible. Did I ask for it? I cannot look at him...I stare down at the floor...my arms wrapped around me...holding the sheet to my body. I hold out the clothes to her...one hand in front of me...beckoning her forward. She reaches out to take the clothes and my hand touches her. I see her startled reaction to the touch of my skin on hers. I slowly turn and move to the wall, hanging her clothes on a hook. "These are your departure clothes." I tell her quietly. "They will hang from that hook until it is time for you to leave. "Until then I will just have to "dress you down" a bit more." Before she can react, I grab her wrist and pull her to the bed...slipping leather restraints tightly around each wrist, flinging her onto her back My body straddling her stomach as I reach to hook her leather clad wrists to two iron rings affixed to the wall. I see disbelief flood her very being. She is too startled by my speed to react. Her eyes wide with fear, she shakes her head slowly. I slowly move down her body, my hard cock dragging over her stomach and thighs. Struggling against the restraints, I watch her as soft gasps and moans escape her lips. Feeling my weight...my hard cock on her soft skin, I see her mouth open but no words come out. My hands roaming on her, my fingers surrounding each of her breasts, gently caressing them at first. Then as I stand myself up between her thighs, my fingers dig roughly into the tender flesh. My thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling at each nipple. Her moans become louder as the pain begins to register. I watch her back arch to me. Grinning, I think to myself, "The bitch is enjoying this..." Leaning over her body, my face a scant few inches from hers, my fingers twisting and pulling brutally at her nipples. I revel in the painful expressions flooding across her face. As quickly as my fingers found her nipples, they leave them. I attach leather cuffs to her ankles and secure them firmly to the bed frame. I stand and move quickly to the other room to retrieve one of my favorite "toys." I can feel his breath...inhaling it ...taste his very essence ...as it moves over his lips...and over my own. My moans louder now, wanting, needing...to feel his touch again. Having my wrists bound in the tight leather...my own struggling...is infusing me with a sexual tension I have never known. I watch him move away...and then return...wondering what it is he is holding. I see his face...dark...foreboding. I move next to her so that she may catch a glimpse of me. Then move between her outstretched legs, holding a leather cat o nine tails. Sneering down at her I say... " "It" had it's backside punished for being a slut and then I fucked "It's" cunt. Now it is time to dress down the front side." With that being said, I bring the leather tails down hard on her breasts. I brace myself from his blows, but not quickly enough. The sting is like nothing I have ever felt. Over and over the lashes land on my breasts...red welts raising under each blow. I can hear myself screaming, but within the screams I can detect the subtle sounds of my own excitement. I feel my cunt begin to get wet... The lashes move slowly down over her stomach painting her skin with burning flashes of red pain. I deal her another series of brutal pain, her screams echo at the torturous lashes. I stop momentarily to re-position my self. My newly found position enables me to strike strategically on her exposed cunt. Her screams begin again, mixed with moaning, as the leather makes its marks over and over. I bring the cat down hard between her thighs, the leather tips biting into her tender cunt. I watch her as she tries to twist her lower body out of my reach. A second brutal lash of the cat finds her bruised flesh, her legs kicking as much as the cuffs allow. Then two more in quick succession, as the lashing continues her gasps become higher in pitch as the leather strikes her pussy. The torture ceases as I move back between her thighs and gently lay the whip on her chest, relinquishing it to her as a visible reminder. I lean over her and slowly move my mouth to her breasts...tenderly licking at the red welts. My tongue rolling her nipples between my lips, I hear the sharp intake of my breath as my tongue makes contact with her battered skin. My mouth moves slowly down her body...my tongue leaving a wet trail as I soothe the red welts. As my mouth moves over her mound, my hands spread her legs wider. I look at her swollen red cunt lips and smile...my warm breath wafting over and soothing them ...my lips almost touching them. I feel her breathing hard...conveying her fear...her excitement. Her moans tell me the effect I am having on her. She arches her body to meet my mouth, her senses heightened. Her body responds to my touch, her moans soft. My tongue slithers out barely touching the tip to her swollen pussy lips. I breathe in her arousal. I feel her push up to my mouth and I lay my lips gently to her tingling cunt. My wetness makes her gasp aloud, and she presses her cunt harder to my lips. My tongue swipes up and down the slit slowly as my fingers gently spread her open. As my tongue pushes deeper, I can only imagine the hot pain she is feeling from the bruising... mixed with the sensation of my tongue. Almost as if on cue, she moans loudly, her hips beginning to move in a gentle rhythm. My tongue slowly builds speed in its incessant licking, then moves to surround her clit with my lips...sucking it as my tongue presses wetly on it. I feel her warm cunt pressing into my mouth. Her pussy is soaked with excitement. I see her struggle in vain against her binds. My lips and tongue feel the want, the need, the tension in her, as my tongue maniacally slurps at her clit. I feel it building inside her and at that point cease my laving of her cunt. "Nooooo..." She softly pleads, "Noooo...don't stop..." , it has become a breathy whisper. I raise up and glare at her, "No?" I ask, fully knowing her answer even before she does. "Noooo...fill me...fuck me..." , her body gyrating. My hands move to undo her ankle cuffs. I take her behind the knees and push them back against her chest. My swollen cockhead hovers at the entrance to her cunt. I feel her pushing her cunt out to my cock...willing it inside her. I allow the head to enter and then I stop...letting it rest inside her...I say quietly, "Tell me slut, what do you want?" Her hips grind up, "Fuck me"; she whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me hard." I ease the head from her and inform her that I have already fucked her cunt. "Please," she is pleading now... "Please...fuck me again. I move the head of my cock lower to her asshole and rest it against the tight ring. With a sudden realization, she screams out. "Nooooooooooo... not that!!!" I feel her trying to move her pussy back into my sites but with one lunge I push the head through the tight hole. "Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her screams fill the room. My hips slowly gyrating as I see the startled and frightened expression on her face. As I plunge deeper into her virgin asshole I see tears begin to run down her cheeks. My fingers tighten on her knees as I position myself for better leverage...the swollen head flaring and moving inside her. "Noooooooo...stop!!...I can't take it!!" she yells as I plunge my hips down and the entire length sinks rapidly through her tight sphincter. ..."Too big!" her wails fill my ears. My thighs slap against her as I bury my cock deep into her ass. Her screams become pleads as I hold the full length inside and grind my hips down hard. She begs for me to stop violating her tight hole. "It hurts..." she screams, "Nooooooooooo!!" I let her legs rest on my shoulders as my hands find her tits...my fingers dig into the sweet flesh as my cock begins pistoning back and forth. Her head flails from side to side as she tries to pull her legs from my shoulders. My balls slap harder against her ass as my cock thrusts faster. She realizes too late that her position allows her nothing. She kicks her feet helplessly. Her wrists straining against the tight leather cuffs, red and sore from the struggling. I feel her tight hole screaming in pain as it clenches down on my hard shaft. "Fight it all you want slut," I growl, "It only makes it that much more pleasurable for me." Her body writhing, she pauses momentarily to glare at me through her screams. I feel her trying to push my cock out of her tight sphincter. My fingers twist and pinch her tits while my cock rams harder into her ass. My hips gyrate, causing my cock to churn inside her tight hole. I see her tears flow freely down her reddened cheeks. I pull back and start plunging my cock with long, hard strokes, fucking the full length of my cock back and forth in her tightly squeezing ass. With each stroke...a loud moan becomes a louder scream...begging me to stop. I only grunt and thrust harder as her pleading gets louder. "Noooooooooo!! Stop!! I can't take it anymore!!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears as my motion continues. Her cries and pleading only spur me to fuck her harder and faster. My hips are brutally battering against her ass cheeks as my cock plunges over and over into her asshole. Her asshole stretched beyond its capacity...my cock deep in her bowels...plunging over and over. She closes her eyes, trying to shut the agony out. I reach for one of her hands and pull it down between her thighs. I push her fingers to her clit. "Play with your clit while I fuck your ass slut!" I command her. "I am going to be in your ass for awhile so you may as well enjoy it." I chuckle. She rakes her nails hard against my chest causing thin red lines to appear. My hand quickly lashes out and slaps her cheek twice. She raises her hand to mimic my slaps and I respond by slamming my full weight against her...driving my cock into her harder than before. She screams...loud. I can feel her pain and surprise at my continuing attack. "Now get your fingers working on that clit!" I order her. Her hand retreats ...my cheek spared. I ease up my brutal fucking of her ass...my thrusts more fluid. My fingers find my clit...swollen like a tiny cock. My fingers move deftly over my clit... knowing all too well how to pleasure myself this way. My fingering myself seems to have an effect as well on my tight asshole, allowing it to relax. My eyes locked in his...dancing this dangerous tango. My middle finger pokes at my slit...as I continue to stroke my swollen clit. My moans...feeling the thrusting of his cock...and of my fingers, become louder still. I feel my climax building, and as I rub my clit, my finger delves into my dripping cunt. My moans become louder as I feel the orgasm place itself close to the edge. My asshole begins to tighten as my cunt walls grip my lone finger. My eyes burn into hers as my lips peel back over my teeth..."That's it slut...make it feel good for you, it sure as hell feels good for me!" I push in deep and look down at her beautifully manicured nails moving over her clit My cock swells and throbs inside her. I slowly undulate my hips...my cock moving more freely inside her, as she seems to relax a bit. I grab her hips and pull them up from the bed, my knees resting on the bed as I pummel her ass. I feel my balls rolling threatening to release their precious cargo. My thrusting becoming more sporadic, my body beginning to tense. I feel her hips grinding up to meet mine. "Yeah, you like it bitch...I feel you pulling me in." I can feel her ass muscles tighten on my shaft. As the first waves of her orgasm take over her body, she glares at me and growls, "Fuck you..." I grunt and thrust in fully, pushing my hips hard into her. I feel her orgasm reach its second peak, reverberating through her tight hole, my balls erupt and I growl as I feel my hot load rushing through me and flying into your ass. She clenches her ass tightly...holding my cock inside of her. My warm, sticky cum fills her. My hips grind against her as the cum spills out of me and my own orgasm courses through my body. My body spacing and thrusting into you as I feel her finger plunge deep into her cunt, while another strokes her clit and I feel another wave of her orgasm push to the surface. Her back arches high into me. Her one hand straining against its leather restraint... As the last of cum flows into her cunt, my body slumps, and then collapses onto her. My breathing labored and heavy as the orgasm still washes over me. My face resting on her shoulder, my warm labored breath on her neck...low moans coming from my throat. Overwhelmed, my lips brush her neck and travel upward... finding her mouth and I begin to tenderly kiss her dry lips...wetting them with my own tongue and lips. My fingers caressing her cheek as the kiss lingers. My breath gone from me, replaced by soft mewing and quiet moans...as yet another wave rushes through my cunt. I am afraid to speak...yet afraid of the silence. I lift my hand from my pussy and wrap my arm tightly around him. Her arm wraps around my body...as her lips return the kisses...her mouth opening to taste my warmth. I moan into her mouth and slowly ease my drained cock from the tight confines of her ass.