1 comments/ 22782 views/ 3 favorites The Alleyway By: UKeroticWriter You're at the pub on a Friday evening, winter time so the sky is already black with silver clouds scudding across the full moon. The orange of the street lights lets me observe you leaving the pub from across the street. You and your friends go your separate ways - they're too drunk to drive and are getting a taxi , you on the other hand are sober, and walk off saying your goodbyes to your car several streets away..... I begin to follow in the same direction but on the opposite side of the street and from a discreet distance so as not to alert you to my being there. Your arse sways from side to side, the tight black skirt moulded to your skin; your calves lifted by the 4inch heeled black Mary Janes you're wearing. It's a cold night but I wonder if you've worn knickers under those shimmering flesh coloured tights. 'This bitch really wants it' I think to myself. You round a corner into a dimly lit side street about 5 minutes walk from the main road, your thought now on getting home and not on your surroundings and who might be there. You pull your leather jacket tighter around your busty torso, cringing at the cold icy wind howling around you and especially your exposed legs. There are very few houses in the street, their occupants appear to be out or asleep - its mainly businesses and industrial lots. Poor lighting and this quiet locale is going to make it easier for me.... I begin to up my pace and cross over to YOUR side of the road - the wind carries the sound of your heels clicking on the pavement and the smell of your musky perfume towards me. It only heighten my arousal, my cock straining against my trousers in anticipation of what I'm about to do. You finally reach your car, some way from any kind of help. You fumble in your bag for your car keys and this is my moment. I burst into a sprint and within seconds I've grabbed you round the midriff and am quickly dragging you across the road to a dark, abandoned lockup. Only the lights from the street as a guide I get you inside and begin groping and abusing your body. You whimper through the hand covering your mouth, my other roughly squeezing your tits through your blouse. I begin to grind my hardness against you in hard circular motions, trying to get you to accept the inevitability of what's going to happen next. Your leather jacket is unzipped, so I take the chance to put my hand up into your blouse - to cup those firm breasts skin on skin without the barrier of clothing. I'm not sure how much time I'll have so I need to make the most of it. I violently rip your blouse down the front exposing you to the cold winter air. I remove your lacy red bra and use it to bind your wrists tightly behind your back. I need both hands to do this, and with no obstruction stopping you from making noise you let out a scream. But what suprises me is that it's not a scream of fear, but one of passion..... 'Uhhhhhhhhhh' you cry - this spurs me on - I might get some more time out of this one I think to myself. I run a hand up your tights covered legs, over your taught calves to your fleshy thighs, over the mounds of your buttocks and back to your crotch. I was right before you aren't wearing panties - a slut if ever I saw one; I know you want this now. I push your skirt over your thighs, 'ooooohhhhhh' you mew; I squeeze your arse cheeks and give each one a hard spank. You cry out in shock but the wetness I see developing in your tights tell me a different story - your body betrays you. I drop my trousers and my erect cock springs out and slaps the back of your thigh. I decide it's now or never and rip the seat out of your tights. 'Yes! Give it to me now you dirty bastard' you hiss, 'hurt me and fuck me - I deserve it'. I rub your exposed pussy with the flat off my hand, inserting one digit. I feel it clamp my finger, and you arch your back, 'mmmm , more please mister'. I remove the finger and insert three, making you gasp. I pump them in and out in a quick but steady rhythm let the juices flow all over my hand. Just as your legs begin to shudder and knees begin to give way I remove my fingers and coat my cock with your juices. In one smooth sharp thrust I enter you - 'ahhhhhhhhh owwwwwwww' you half wail in pain, half moan in pleasure as my assault begin. I know I won't last long but I need your body for my release. It only takes a few minutes of vigorous thrusting before the sadistic stroke takes over, I grab your tits hard digging in my nails, twisting your nipples hard, deliberately bottoming out inside you making it deliciously uncomfortable. You begin to fuck back onto my cock, desperately seeking your own release. Your pussy tighten around me and your body rocks with its own convulsing climax, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. I'm not far behind, your wails of pleasure sending me into my own orgasm - roaring with pleasure, tightly gripping your hips as I fire ropes of hot cum into your soaking pussy. I rest up a moment on your back, revelling on what I've done and how you seemed to enjoy being taken so roughly. I pull out and zip up - my night is at an end. Drive safe, whoever you are. The Alleyway The alley was shrouded in darkness. She walked down it purposefully, fairly certain she'd find Jason's studio apartment halfway down the block. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the black. It was much darker than the expected orange glow of L.A.'s night skies. 'Must be the trees,' she thought. Then her left foot slipped on wet leaves. She tried to regain her balance with her stride, but her next step landed in a wet pothole and she pitched forward onto her face and belly. Gia lay motionless for a moment, stunned and embarrassed. "Ugh," she groaned into the ground. "Stay down lady," a low-pitched voice said from directly behind her. Gia jerked in surprise and instinctively put her hands under her chest to lift up. "Unh uh," the man said. Gia was shoved back into the dirt by a heavy shoe on her back, followed quickly by a knee. A man - some weirdo - was holding her in place, pinning her to the ground like a cartoon person under a boulder. "What do you want," Gia huffed out as she struggled from side to side. It was humiliating, being a grown woman, but pinned so easily. She wasn't even a little lady. She worked out! An object appeared before her eyes. The man was showing her something. It was a knife, with a fixed black blade and black handle. Only the silver-white sharpened edge glinted. The blade was long, maybe six inches, and wide. A hunting knife? He held the knife by her face. Hunting for... women,' Gia thought to herself. She had walked right into his trap. A dark alley? What a cliche. The weight lifted off her back slightly, and Gia took a deep breath. She could see a little white studio up ahead. There was light coming from a window, just barely reaching some of the alley. The man's face was at her ear. "Don't move at all, do what I say, and no fucking noise. Got it bitch?" His breath was hot. "Mmm hmm," she agreed. The man shifted his weight again. Gia still couldn't get away. Nor could she win a struggle for that knife. Gia tried to relax her body. Her heart was pounding. She could feel wet leaves against her face, and the gravel beneath her knees. She tried to focus through the humiliation and fear. The man dropped something over her head and flipped her over, then got back on top of her. He grabbed at her wrists. In a flash Gia could now feel leaves and gravel under her skull, the cool air high on her thighs from her skirt flipping up, and the man half-lying on her. Her arms were above her head. The thing on her face was a heavy garment, smelling strongly of cologne and cigarettes. Gia's eyes were open, but she could see nothing. Gia decided it was a leather jacket, it's leather smell blending in to the cologne. Gia could breathe more easily now, but was getting a sinking feeling. This wasn't a mugging. He was holding her wrists in one hand, pressing them to the ground just above her head. Another hand pulled at her sweater. The man pulled her sweater and top up over her breast. As he watched the nipple harden through the black lacy bra, he pawed at her groin. Skirt shoved aside, He rubbed roughly on her mons, then grabbed her panties and pulled them roughly down as far as he could reach. Gia felt the man humping her torso as he pawed at her. His fingers scrabbled at her labia, feeling her wetness. Gia clenched her teeth. She had been horny before, in anticipation of seeing Jason. Now this perv could feel her juices. The man found her vagina and her clitoris easily, and he began to rape her with his hand. She gasped through her clenched teeth, chest rising. The man leaned toward her chest, found her nipple and sucked it through the bra. His fingers worked, penetrating her little by little with regular thrusts, and working on her clit all the while. Gia thought it was odd that he was stimulating her. But then he was moving his weight again. He had worked his body between her legs. Her panties held her ankles together, caged further by his own feet. She was struggling against the jacket. It had pressed tight against her throat. Gia moved her head from side to side. As she tried to catch a breath, the man had caught her around the waist and had hoisted her only his erection. He thrust at her deliberately, with plenty of weight still on her wrists. She was pinned. Gia's eyes bugged open as his penis entered her and she hissed in a breath, thinking of the knife and the warning to stay silent. The man thrust in her relentlessly and silently for several minutes. Finally he let go of her wrists. Gia's pawed at the jacket with stiff arms and began to scoot backward. She felt an arm around her at the waist stopping her and pulling her close. The man moved a hand to her neck, then the other. Gia got the jacket off her face but could not take breath in relief; the hands were squeezing. The thrusting continued with long, steady strokes. The change in position felt better to her, terrifyingly. His hands, pressed firmly around her neck, pulled her head back. She looked in to her attacker's face. She saw Jason's big blue eyes and his Native-American features. He was smiling at her as he squeezed harder on her neck. There was little pressure on her windpipe. Gia breathed slowly and deeply, relaxing her body. Jason had a big cock. Their whole social circle had known it. Those 9 1/2 inches were his claim to fame. Men respected him rather than tease him about his thin frame. Most of the girls who ogled his biceps and flat stomach didn't know the jokes about his cock were true -- and that he had plenty of girth to fill up a pussy too. Gia moved her hips carefully to take in more length. Finally, she could feel him just nudging a sensitive part of her cervix: an unusual pain. He moved his hands slightly, and looked into her eyes. Gia smiled up at Jason and put her hands on his smooth, firm body. He was pressing the sides of her neck with his thumbs, slowly, tighter and tighter. Gia rocked her body against Jason's, riding her lover in the alleyway. Her head was starting to feel unusual from the oxygen deprivation. Jason could see a change in her eyes, and let go slowly. Gia leaned in and kissed his mouth. She kissed passionately and bit at his lip. Jason leaned forward, lowering her back to the ground by the neck. He slowed down his fucking, then pulled out his cock. Gia reached toward it. Jason moved so he could reach her pussy. He began to play with her soft wetness again, stroking her labia with his large fingers. He pressed at her mons with her palm and started touching her clitoris. He moved his fingers around her pussy: inner labia, clit, hole. Jason knew how to make her come, and she was close. He moved to his knees beside her. Gia was holding his cock in one hand, squeezing it. Her other hand was on his forearm, keeping his hand at her throat. Jason pulled the hand back slightly, she pulled herself forward. Gia really loved a good strangle. Sitting on his heels, he pulled her face to his lap. Gia opened her mouth silently and she guided his cock to it. She started with her tongue, getting it wet. Then she started to suck. Jason rewarded that with three fingers in her pussy and rocked his hips a little to fuck her mouth. Gia swirled her tongue against the head of Jason's cock between thrusts. Rhythm was more important than anything else, but it was hard to keep regular when he was doing such a great job on her wet pussy. She thrust slightly into his hand, and pulled slightly harder on his choking hand. She squeezed his cock harder. Jason watched as Gia came. She was silent and her eyes were closed. Now just her lips were on his cock. Jason let her go of her gently, only to re-position his hands in her hair. He thrust at her face, holding her hair at the roots. He fucked her face and she looked upwards to his eyes. Gia had both hands on his cock. She was gripping his shaft in such a way that she didn't have to swallow it all. She didn't need to. Her regular sucking was working. Jason felt his balls tighten. Jason pulled his cock halfway out of her mouth. She closed her eyes, waiting. The first, exquisite spurt came on her lips; the rest on her cheek. He sat back down on his heels. Gia was pulling her skirt down, then her panties off. She crossed her legs like a schoolgirl. She looked her lover in the eye. He saw the dim light glinting in the cum on her face. She grinned. "Well, that was a surprise." The Alleyway She walked into the alleyway with intent. The alleyway was different from the usual hooker alleys or places to press and thrust against a wall. Many a drunken reveler wandered down this one looking to get their rocks off; either with someone they picked up, a stray hooker, or the monsters that hid further down in the shadows. She entered the alleyway, and a couple leaned against the exposed brick wall a little less than ten feet in front of her. The woman, somewhat intoxicated and wearing a red spaghetti strap dress, was going at the man's crotch with a bored look on her face. The woman licked with a mechanical intent, showing more interest in relieving her somewhat meek wetness than the taste of the flesh before her. The man, equally buzzed, noticed this lack of effort, and though enjoying some stimulation, was annoyed at the situation. "Come on, you can do better than that," the man said in a voice that wasn't even trying to appreciate the sucking and licking. The woman stopped, lifted her head, and flipped him off. "Eat me," the woman snapped with a discouraged glare. "Don't mind if I do!" With a snicker, the man lifted the woman up, flipped her over, and pushed aside her lace panties to jab his tongue into her crotch while holding her up. The woman gasped as this was happening, then moaned angrily, knowing she now had to actually work it a little bit. They could not hold for long, though: With both of them drunk, their attempts to stabilize their position ended up knocking over a pallet next to them, which cracked, and tipping over a garbage can. They decided to cut their losses and slowly lay down instead, even though the pavement was dirty with sand and slick. The girl was most amused by the comedy, giggling as she walked past them and over one of the pallet boards like a tight rope. The woman stopped for a second. "What is she doing?" she asked. "I wouldn't worry," the man reassured, "she's probably drunk." "Drunk girls can't balance beam," the woman responded before going back to her task. She continued down the alleyway, quivering, everything becoming harder to see from the lack of light. She was wearing a nice dress, a shimmery one-piece that fit her figure well. It had been worn enough times that she liked it for when she was attempting to pick up guys, but she wasn't too worried if it got torn. She wore a durable long jacket over it, but no panties or bra. Her shoes had 4-inch heels, but were certainly not stilettos: Wearing those would likely break here, becoming victims of the cracked pavement that covered the alleyway. She moved deeper into the alleyway, a bit nervous, seeing the path narrow a little with trash, dirty clothes, and other debris strewn about. Sure, she had slept with a few boys and maybe one or two men in the few years since her hymen broke on her mother's giant bed during a long holiday weekend. The question was, what were her limits? She knew of the creatures in the alleyways, the forests, and the sea. She did not spurn them like some of her friends. Thus she sought her destination: a small back lot that served as an entrance to a decaying warehouse that housed many creatures, which the city avoided condemning out of fear for the consequences. As she passed by the used condoms and odd scratch marks that covered the walls, she felt a pleasure of tension wracking her brain: a desire to fulfill a unique need and interest tugging one end, a fear of what could happen to her pulling the other. Her curiosity pushed her forward. She brushed by something rough and textured, just before the alley opened up to the back lot. She took another two steps before she was stopped and grabbed from behind. The forcefulness of the grab pulled her back a step, and a large, spiny arm wrapped around her chest, clawed hand firmly on her breast. She gasped, but the response was more instinctual than fearful. She felt a hot breath push down on the top of her head. Slowly the breath moved toward her ear. "What have we here," a voice spoke, dark yet calm. "You lost, little one?" The way was comforting, reassuring, despite the sinister pitch and timbre. She shook her head. He pulled her closer. "So why are you here?" he inquired. The closeness of his voice stirred her insides with pleasant shocks reverberating over one side of her body; she felt something drip slowly down her thigh. But the anxiety of merely coming out here clashed hard with her eagerness and lust for having a chance with this creature. Fighting with all the courage and will she could muster, she gamely moved her arm to grab his thick, intricately ornate member. The monster let out a stunned hiss. "Well, guess I'm not the only one making surprises tonight." He chuckled to himself, while she let out a coy smile. "Do you want this?" She nodded harshly, almost as if she were overcompensating her desire to mask her internal struggle. The monster could see what was wrong instantly. "Are you afraid?" She strongly shook her head. "Nervous?" She didn't move. Before she could motion an answer, the monster laughed. "It's your first time, isn't it? Well, no worry, we'll take it easy tonight." After pulling her towards a wall of a building whose paint had faded throughout the decades and lighting was barely functional, the monster went to work, positioning himself directly behind so that she could feel his member pressed against her back and buttocks. She felt her breast being kneaded with precision, and felt her nipples swell ever so slightly. A pinprick of the monster's claw on her fondled tit was felt from time to time, and she could hear a little tear here and there from her dress. She expected this to happen and simply elicited moans in response, allowing for his other hand to slide one, then two fingers, hooked claws and all, into her mouth, tickling her uvula and the back of her throat. She rolled her tongue between the claws when she could. All the while, she felt that large, heavy bump slowly rise and tickle her spine, and unconsciously tried to grind against it. She was swung around, and she saw her defiler in a dim, shorting light. She was entranced by the unearthly form his body took: From his elongated skull-like head with a tongue shaped like a tube, to arms that curved rather than bend with corkscrew spines, the creature's uniqueness was impossible to mask. His cock, in particular, was an elongated pattern of bumps and ridges, with smoothed spikes crowning the screw-like top. She slid her jacket off and got on one knee; the creature was too tall to kneel and suck on. He groaned in agreement as her mouth covered the head of the cock. "Yes, little one," he said, "so glad I didn't need to ask." Then he felt a slight prick of pain, eliciting a minor hiss from the accidental bite. He slowly pulled her back. "Take it easy," he said, as gentle as any monster of his stature could. "No need to be nervous. Slowly." He lowered himself a little to help out. She nodded, trembling less anxiously than before, for he understood her intent. She enveloped the cock head again, this time, moving her head back and forth slightly. She sometimes rolled her head from side to side, letting the tip of her tongue shine each bump, no matter how dirty it felt. Other times, she merely played with the star-shaped entry into his urethra, testing how deep she could go with her tongue. All the while, she unconsciously stroked her clit, getting closer and closer to her edge. Her speed meant that he suffered pre-cum sooner than he predicted. Acting quickly, he pulled her off, and lifted her off the ground just a little, with one shoe falling off. As he sprayed his pre-cum for just a few seconds, her nice dress quickly became drenched in the front, smelling of monster semen. "I hope that wasn't too important." She shook her head, letting out a giggle. "Why don't we get rid of it then? No need for it." He snickered, and in a few swift motions, ripped the dress to shreds with his claws. The sheer force of the ripping, along with the sudden feeling of the cool air touching her naked body, drove her over the edge, and made her cum, though lightly, falling to both knees and dirtying herself a little. The shredding left the dress in an unrecognizable state of tatters, some pieces decorating a nearby dumpster and the faintly painted wall, while the rest just scattered on the ground. "I see someone enjoyed being made flesh." He laughed, and she heard others laughing further down. "Don't mind them. Not tonight, anyway." He lifted her up again with ease, and pressed her against his chest. The cross between leathery skin and carapace felt gratifying. She cocked her head back, and welcomed his warm, scaly tongue into her mouth. He rotated her, pressing her back against his chest, and slithered a finger from his free hand into her pussy. She moaned as his tongue sucked on hers. Seeing her eyes were filled with yearning, he added another finger, and she squealed with joy. As the clawed fingers pumped in and out of her, she could not remember the last time she felt this full, if ever. As the creature stirred her carefully, and the other shoe dropped, she occasionally looked down with greed towards what she felt was the ultimate prize, still hard despite the foreplay above. As she slowly built up the fire in her again, she looked up, pleading. The creature saw her intent, and knew better. "You will get your desire...soon. Just not tonight." She whimpered. "I'll let you play with it, though." With that, he lowered her on top of his unworldly cock, and slid her a little bit. A surprisingly quick response came when she swiftly moved to hold on to the head with her hands, slithering back and forth to her own rhythm. Even along her thighs, the bumps and ridges felt amazing: Better than any dildo, certainly better than any cock she had come across, and she had not even put it in. She swayed back and forth, sliding faster and squeezing harder, reaching that critical point. When she finally came, she spread her legs out and shrieked, only for him to bring them together again and use the grip to stroke himself more, making the waves that hit her that much more intense. Finally, as her scream subsided, he let out a roar. What followed made the pre-cum seem like a squirt gun shot in comparison: Globules of semen flew out his cock in a magnificent arc towards the other side of the alley with the velocity of a small hose. The cum drenched a part of wall, freshly painted for no real reason, and pooled behind a stoop that led into another building. Whereas the pre-cum drenched the front of her dress, she was certain two ejaculations could fill her bathtub. Such a thought boosted the aftershock of her orgasm as she gently fell to the ground. "Had enough?" She shook her head with a greedy smile. "I thought not. But you're still not ready." She was annoyed. "Let me prove it," he said. He yanked her from the ground, and returned to what she thought was the previous foreplay. To her wonderment, it turns out he had held back before: He jammed two fingers up her pussy, then hit every erogenous spot, even spots she did not know exist, repeatedly in patterns both precise and intricate. All the while, he tapped spots on her breast like a wild drumbeat, increasing the pleasure into a spiral. The shocks reverberated throughout her body, as though her body were becoming fire itself. It could not have been more than a minute, but she reached her peak once again. When her orgasm came, she tried to ride it, but the power was so intense, all she could do was melt in wonderful surrender as she felt everything go into a white fire... A few minutes later, she awoke in a state of afterglow on the ground. She saw a couple rats humping each other. "They have been at it since you fell...ten minutes ago." She turned and looked at her destroyer, crouching and observing. He still seemed massive, even when lowered. "Both male. They might live, but I doubt it." He turned to her. "That's why you don't want my seed yet. Your body cannot handle it...yet." Even in her afterglow, she gave him puppy dog eyes. He laughed. "Such a child, are you not?" He stroked her hair. "You look lucid, walk straight. You're nothing like those that stumble this far in." He stood up. "I sense in you something more than just a quick lay. Something deeper." She giggled. "I thought so. You see yourself going somewhere with this. But you cannot tread lightly here; it's risky for your kind. It's not safe. This must be a need, not a want. Do you need us, after all this? Not want, need us?" She thought for a moment. That last orgasm was the most intense she felt in her life. But, it felt so short, and she knew there was more to it than that. There was that cock, after all. She felt a twinge of fear, but then she already had fallen down this black hole. She said her only words that night: "I need you...I need you all." He bellowed out a laugh. "Very well then! Take a sample of my seed, but only a small amount." Smiling, she went over to the puddle, and cupped a bit of the seed in one hand, slowly sipping and enjoying the savory flavor. "That's enough." He pulled her aside. "Now, leave, let your body enjoy the seed, and come back to us tomorrow night. Consider this your first lesson. We will help your body learn to enjoy us. Then you can enter our world." As she put on her shoes, the monster spoke up. "One more thing: No need for heels or a dress. The jacket is enough." She nodded, but only half-heartedly. After all, it was rather thrilling to see herself become so forcefully naked in a flash. As she walked out of the alley, and the seed began burning new warmth in her body, she wondered what he meant by "our world." The possibilities made her pussy twitch...