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Alley 1

By: fourziggy



Her thoughts were unclear, how long had she been here?

His presence, his scent filled her senses. Recall, thought, returned for a fleeting moment, she sensed she still stood in the alley behind her home. She had taken a moment's break to place the scraps outside for the local cats, as was her usual duty every evening upon closing.

She sensed him, glanced up and looked at the darkness that was the alley she stood in, yet saw nothing, however she felt something, was this fear? was this the impulse to flee?, no the fear was not there, just the warmth deep within her body made her twitch.

Her personal space had not been breached; she usually kept a full arm length from strangers, yet still she saw nothing. Her mind asked questions, should I take the body back to your workplace? She over rode the thought, No! I need to stay here! What method of control existed over her flesh she wondered? She flared her nostrils and drew a mighty inward breath. Yes! Her senses filled her with his presence. He was near her; she flared her nostrils again seeking his direction, aahhh! He was near. Her body again began its slow climb as it had done only moment's prior.

His scent was the trigger; her body urged the blood to move quickly to the areas that he may explore if she was the chosen one. Her nipples, beautiful in any state of arousal felt the rush of her life's force surge into them, and gorged themselves with the new blood. She felt the heat and the pulsing as the blood met her skin, her nipples enlarged and flared and pulsed, in the cool of the alley she felt they shone like twin beacons in the night. He must sense her now she thought, the fire in her nipples demanded attention, would he come closer now?

Her life force coursed through her body racing downwards towards her sexual centre, emitting her own scent of arousal, now he would surely come forwards to her from out of the darkness and ravish her body as she now urgently required. She became aware of the dampness between her legs and ordered her body to provide separation between her legs to better allow the scent to flow forward to him. Yes, good, she thought as she sensed the nights breeze was indeed coming over her shoulder, for unlike most hunters who wished to go undetected, her needs were such that she had placed her body in his path with the breeze blowing her scent towards him. She knew that his nostrils would detect her lust and she hoped he would soon emerge from the darkness and break into her personal space.

Her arms started to slowly move towards her chest, firstly she detected her body had a cloth covering her upper section, her thoughts were strong, I must show him my upper torso, entice him closer to me. She found the first button and her trembling fingers had some trouble with the action yet she soon managed. Her body adapted very quickly to new actions and in moments she was able to repeat the action with the second button. She felt the cool breeze on her back as the garment became looser as she undid the third button. Slowly she opened the garment and pulled it free of the lower section covering her sexual centre. Could he see her clearly in the darkness now that she was partly exposed to him? She urged her body to move a half step sideways to catch the beam of moonlight that streamed into the alley from one of the three moons of the planet she was upon. 

The moonlight bathed her left breast in its faint orange glow and she sensed him again in the darkness. Her mind urged more blood to her breasts and they again swelled, throbbing like beacons for him to home in on. Her body sensed his closeness; the sideways half step had brought her legs together again, slightly reducing her scent from her sexual centre. She used the opportunity to steady her body ready for her next arousal. Her mind again focused on her actions. She was holding her upper garment open, exposing her breasts to him, her engorged aching nipples, beacons in the night, urged him forward. Her mind urged more life force to flow to her sexual centre and the breeze carried her love scent to his nostrils. He although invisible still was wary of the creature so close in front of him. He like her, sensed her sexual readiness and his own body started to betray him to her. As his lust grew he slowly revealed himself in the darkness, firstly with his pale orange eyes.

She drew breath, sharply as his piercing eyes appeared not more that half an arm length away, slightly to her right. Her neck hairs stood straight up as she realised she had in fact caused him to lower his defenses, his lust had reduced his normal invisible nature and he was now very exposed, simply the glow from his orange eyes could be sufficient for his capture. She urged her flesh to respond further by causing more life force to rush to her lips, allowing the sensation of fullness to engorge her lips she knew that her scent of arousal would drift upwards in the light breeze to his nostrils. She again moved one leg to open her sexual centre allowing the breeze to waft her scent to him. He responded as she had hoped and his shaft began to appear to her eyes, just the head visible at first with the glistening pre cum droplet hanging from the slit at the end of the flesh stalk she now urged her eyes to focus upon.

Her reward twitched within an arms length from her sexual centre, yet she required more of him yet, she had the urge to see more of the creature and for the first time she moaned, low like an animal in heat "mmmmmm, yes". She knew of the story of the creature and how exposed to death she was; yet her lust was strong to mate with the yet invisible body before her. He sensed she was no threat, was open to him and his hands appeared through the gloom, his arms still invisible, just his six fingered hands reached forward to within a fingers length of her engorged nipples. He hesitated, she moaned again "mmmmmmm,yes" and he touched the tip of her right breast, gently at first, then lifting and judging the weight. She saw the hands floating in the darkness, the invisible arms making them appear as cut off and floating and it seemed incredible to her they had the strength to lift her large breasts, made even heavier yet by the blood she had urged her body to force forward to fully engorge and inflate them for his touch. His right arm started to appear in the moonlight as he stroked her nipple, feeling her life force in his touch. Yes she thought he is slowly appearing before me and he will be mine tonight.

His stalk had also changed shape as she could now see his hairy ball sac dangling below his appendage. How she longed to thrust herself forward and impale her sexual centre upon his thick prong, yet she still hesitated somewhat, not yet even losing the lower garment that concealed her lips from him. He was homing in on the scent emitting from her lips and soon would remove any material in the way with ease. She decided that to preserve the garment she must now remove it herself quickly or he may indeed rip it from her body in his moment of lust as he was indeed becoming more visible, moment by moment as the blood flowed and pulsed within his aroused body. She saw his six toes appear on the alley floor and for the moment she knew exactly where he stood, his balance steady. She drew breath as she slowly lowered her arms to her lower garment, this one easier with its single zip at the side. His orange eyes glared and burned brightly as the zipper made it's slow steady sound as it traveled it's fixed road. Yes, yes she thought he would be mine alone tonight as she measured his lust, watching more of his shaft thicken and extend.

"Magnificent" she thought, her lust rising within her sexual centre every moment. He had a shaft far in excess of her expectations and she trembled in the anticipation of the first penetration to her virgin body. He would take her soon she knew and his seed would engulf her sexual centre and flood her belly with its heat. Her primal urgings took over and her palm extended forward and cupped his shaft in her hand. The size of it shocked her, as she attempted to close her fingers around the head of it she realised she could not close her hand and touch her palm because of the size. The instant she placed her palm upon the shaft a huge twitch pulsed through his organ so strong she almost had her wrist broken from the force of it.

Yes she thought this would be some night for my body and mind. His fingers had begun to twist her nipple and roll it back and forth lightly. "mmmmmm, uh" she issued the guttural sound without thought. Her body was now taking over her mind functions and for the first time in her life her body was taking over control. Her skirt fell to the alley floor and her legs parted easily to allow his gaze to see her full lips for the first time in their full glory. He lowered his arm and a bony finger reached forward and collected the tiny drop of honey from her lips, causing her to twitch as he had done and as he moved the drop of honey to his mouth his lips and teeth became visible to her gaze. He was much taller than she was and she knew he was hugely powerful, yet she still believed he was a gentle creature.

She urged him on with more gentle moaning and she now had his shaft captured with both her hands, now she felt her strength returning as she gained some measure of control over the creature. Her hands on his shaft lifted and felt the weight, yes she thought he is huge, and hard, and exactly what I need right now. He felt her shift in mood as she grasped his shaft in her hands and suddenly with lightening speed he made his move. His lust for her engorged nipples overtook him and he drew her left breast inside his open mouth and clamped down hard forcing her nipple to burst open and squirt her life force deep within his mouth. The swiftness of it shocked her; her skin erupted with tingles, twitches and fear. He suckled like an angry child deprived of milk for hours, drawing her life essence from the burst nipple and as she realised that pain was now coming into play she attempted to squeeze his shaft and pull on it in defense. Her virgin skills betrayed her as she only heightened his arousal further. She had called the creature to her side with her offering of lust and now she began to understand the danger. 

His suckling on her left breast increased to a crescendo and stopped. She knew he had drawn her life force from her and she felt faint. His orange eyes glowed fierce in the night and her legs trembled. She held on fast to the shaft in her hands, her only method of control, she stroked him slowly and appeased his lust whilst her own lips drew together and her honeydew ceased to flow. Fear now was here and her mind was starting to come back into the picture again. Her lust was receding as the pain of her ravaged breast formed an image in her mind. He had reduced her nipple to a tattered piece of flesh, the force of his suckling had opened the nipple fully and her breast was no longer the beautiful piece of flesh as it was moments before. He glared at her and for no apparent reason she knew she would offer her other breast to him now. He lunged forward and as before took the entire breast within his mouth, however this time his lust was partly sated so his suckling was more childlike, his urgency this time did not break the nipple open. She felt the warmth of the inferno of his mouth and her mind receded whilst her body again took over. His suckling open the nipple and her life force again flowed into his mouth. The intense pain moments before passed away as the pure lustful pleasure of his suckling overtook her mind and controlled her body again. As the gentle suckling continued she felt his shaft twitch again and she knew again that the coming pleasure could overcome the pain. Her honeydew wept again from her lips as she drew the head of his shaft slowly towards her frontal opening.

He moved his third hand around to her back to gain the hold he wanted prior to his initial penetration of the sexual centre of this hot virgin offering. She sensed his change of mood and offered her breast deeper to his mouth. The pleasure increased as he suckled, more slowly, more gently and she relaxed her trembling legs as she felt her body being raised off the alley floor, powerfully he controlled her sexual centre as he moved her towards the head of his shaft. He still suckled her breast and was in no need of urgency now as she was totally controlled by him. He was in no danger and he could take his time. He moved her forward not moving his feet at all and slowly he placed his treelog shaft tip at the entrance to her lips. They were fully engorged and he knew she would be well lubricated within her warm depths. He hesitated, as he knew the first touch of her lips to his shaft would produce sensations he loved. He also knew that he would appear fully to her soon enough as he moved to close the last of the distance between them. She watched his form appear before her fully as his heated shaft touched her sexual lips and parted them fully as he slid her forward onto his shaft of pleasure. Her body poured her honeydew forth to allow the lubrication required to take him within her belly.

He grunted with the pure pleasure of it as he moved her further forwards towards his balls. She felt his width stretching her lips and her canal opened to accept his hardened shaft with its bulbous head forcing itself forward deeper within her body. The expected moment of penetration she had covered many times in her mind yet this was not as she had expected. He stopped for a moment and started to move her away from him. It was pure bliss she felt; yet a tinge of fear was still in her mind. Was he rejecting her as unsuitable by slowly removing her from his shaft? She felt him pause and again he reversed the movement, drawing her closer to him again, she felt empowered "mmmmm,yes" he had accepted her as suitable and would now use her for his pleasure. She again felt his width penetrate her belly and his lust thickened his shaft further, she felt his treelog being shoved up between her legs towards her belly.

He moved more of his shaft into her belly as she realised she was still a long way from his ball sac and wondered if she could take his entire huge shaft. He felt the resistance as his head touched her virginity, yet he slowed here determined to enjoy the thrust he knew his shaft would soon impose upon her body. His eye moved to her belly and watched as the pressure increased upon her virgin belly. He had her impaled upon his shaft and he now released her breast having removed all the fullness from them both. He glanced at her bleeding nipple and gave it one more lick to clean it for her. Both her breasts hung now as flat sacs against her chest, all semblance of fullness gone from them. He now centered his entire being on the offering now impaled upon his large shaft. He wriggled slightly and saw her eyes open wide as she realised she was suspended above the ground with his treelog shaft between her legs. She was unable to touch the ground and his third hand held her back, whilst his other two were upon her hips. She could lean backwards against him and he allowed her to do so. Her head was not supported so she had to make an effort to look upwards into his fiery red lust filled eyes.

He drew her forward suddenly and her virginity was torn open. Her scream of pain rent the night air, his eyes fire red and he impaled her more deeply upon his shaft, feeling her relax into his huge third hand as the pain washed over her body. She was totally controlled by the creature and he sensed this as he slowly allowed her body to raise away from his shaft and he watched as the trickle of blood flowed down his shaft. "mmmmm, ah!" He always insisted that all offerings were virgins and they had done his bidding. He moved her body forward again and watched as his shaft slowly disappeared again into her belly. She was wide eyed again as the pain reduced she knew that the pleasure would start to soon build within her sexual centre. Her knowledge was only from stories and folklore, yet the creature was renown for his ability to stimulate the sexual centre of the offerings given to him by the localfolk.

He concentrated on his task now, fully visible he was vulnerable, yet he was confident he was still safe as he set up a slow steady rhythm of moving her body along his stiff shaft. His huge shaft was at an upward angle so she moved downward as he drew her closer towards his ball sac and as he pushed her away she was raised. His movement of her was different to any other movements she had seen her parents do, simply the creature was so powerful he did not move his feet or legs at all. He stood stock-still and moved her body only. She felt the pain going and her lust again responded. She was slick now and she could see his shaft was wet with her honeydew. It was clear in the moonlight and she relaxed as his gentle movements drew her belly into a tight knot as her first orgasms drew near as a non-virgin, as an offering to the creature. If she survived the night she would be a powerful storysayer in her village.

She concentrated upon relaxing her sexual centre and she opened herself up to him more fully. He sensed her body change and allowed her to move closer to his ball sac on the next downward stroke. She made up her mind that she would feel the slap of his balls upon her white backside and relaxed more to allow him more penetration on his next stroke. He raised her almost fully of his shaft this time and simply allowed her to slide forward using her own bodyweight as the power, she continued forward and stopped with a smile on her face having taken all of his treelog within her sexual centre. He raised her again and this time moved her impaled body to the very tip of his cockhead and allowed her to again slide forward, her bodyweight doing the work for him, his third hand acting as a guide for her to lay upon. At the bottom of the stroke she closed her legs around his hairy body and pulled herself hard to his ball sac and tried to close her feet together around his waist. He again raised her to his cockhead and allowed her to slide forward once more. She tried to close her legs again but was unable to do so. His tempo was picking up ever so slowly and she felt his shaft thickened once more within her belly. His cockhead throbbed and began to swell up as she saw his ball sac lift and begin to tighten. 

She realised she would only have several more slides on his shaft and he would boil over and plant his hot seed deep within her belly. She concentrated on her own pleasure now as the dull pain of her flattened breasts, her one torn open nipple weeping her life force in the moonlight, was forced into the back of her mind. She needed to orgasm when he did for the maximum effect if she was to gain her pleasure from the creature. 

He roared as his ballsac spasmed and his sperm began its journey from his ballsac to her belly along his thickened shaft. She slid down to the bottom of him and wrapped her legs around him. This time she managed to hook her toes together to hang on as his explosion began. She remembered that she must hang on as a previous offering had been shot right down the alley from the force of his blast like a cannonball and had been unable to survive the impact. Now was her greatest moment of peril, could she take the load of sperm jetting forward from his balls? He was well loaded and he began to unleash the reward towards her belly. She clung to his hairy belly fur and hooked her toes together as he emptied his life force into her blast after blast. She felt her belly filling as spasm after spasm erupted from his huge treelog. "Yessss" she was watching his eyes glow red and then even brighter as he continued to pour his life essence into her belly. She felt the healing begin of her torn nipple and watched in awe as her breasts began to return to their original state as his sperm filled her body and his life force spread throughout her body. Her breasts became hard and firm again and the healed nipple thrust hard and tightly upwards into the night. The creature let out his blood-curdling roar "AAAAAAAHHHHHH EEEEE" as the last of his sperm left his ballsac and his treelog slowed to a dribble. He had completely filled her and restored her battered body to perfection with his pure sperm. She knew she had won as his eyes returned from bright red to an unfamiliar pale yellow shade. "Yes" she cried as she knew she had survived the blast of the creature, she knew she would soon have child within her and the creature would protect her always as he returned slowly to his invisible world. 


Alley 1



She felt his treelog shrinking within her body and his gentleness return. She raised her hands to her restored breasts and tested their weight. They were much fuller and tighter than before and the nipples were perfect in every way. The creature was starting to become invisible again and his belly was now invisible. She could see her legs bowed around nothing now yet his treelog was still contained within her sexual centre. She felt his hands on her side and his third arm supporting his back. His arms were now invisible and she lay suspended on his shrinking treelog and his three floating hands. She knew she was safe, as the creature had never caused harm after he had emptied his ballsac into an offering. She saw his eyes close and disappear into the night and she was looking up once again at the third moon. His treelog was now comfortable within her, no longer was she stretched beyond her capacity. His shaft was wet, yet warm as she lay there floating in his three hands still impaled on his treelog shaft; she felt his last twitch as he emptied his last spurt into her belly. She felt her breasts tighten to maximum fullness and her nipples elongate fully. 

He started to slowly raise her upwards and away from himself as she felt his treelog shaft sliding from her belly. She longed for the feel of it within her again and remembered the fate of one offering who was not a virgin, he had simply impaled her completely with his first stroke and blasted her down the alley in disgust, with not sperm from his ballsac but hot burning fluid from his belly. She was never able to feel her sexual centre again and was made outcast by the tribe. She felt as one with the creature now and concentrated on her own pleasure as she felt herself being lifted gently upwards as he removed her from his treelog. She felt him leave her body and her sexual centre commence closing to contain his life force within her. He lowered his third hand so that she was now floating on her back suspended well above the alley floor. He was totally invisible now, only the three hands were visible and soon they too were gone. She knew he still held her as she drifted off to a contented half sleep. She was aware of his power, yet he had restored all he had devoured and she was now with child. Her belly was full and her breasts ached for attention, as her nipples were full and hard. He placed her gently upon the alley floor and she slept, content that she was safe. Within her was the chosen life to continue the tradition, for at the chosen time she would return to the alley with the offering, her grown child for the creature to ravage once again and the cycle would turn full circle. She was watched over by her mother who also had been a virgin offered to the creature. She herself had been seed by him.



Alley Affair



I was eating lunch last Friday at the cafe next to the shop. There was a woman in the corner, who I I had seen walking past to the car park. but she had never been in this joint. My buddy asked me to hand him the newspaper and when I turned around, she was staring at me or through me, I wasn't sure which. I smiled at her and her eyes went wide, as if I had caught her at something naughty. She gave me an embarrassed smile back and looked down at your plate. The waitress refilled my glass.

"I think you got a new girlfriend," she tells me. 

"Why would I want a new girlfriend when I have you?"

"If you want me to be your girlfriend, you got to ask me out at least once. Eating lunch here everyday, don't count for taking me to dinner."

"Ok, you're on my list, So who is my new girlfriend?"

"The blonde in the corner can't keep her eyes of you. She works across the street. She comes in for coffee in the morning."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"Sure thing, I guess I just dropped one down on the list, huh?"

"No way, when your husband goes out of town, you just call me."

"You're a dick and your girlfriend is leaving."

The blonde makes her way to the register and opens her purse.

"Damnit!" she says holding up and empty cigarette pack. "You don't sell cigarettes here do you?"

"Sorry, Honey, its a no smoking building and we don't sell 'em either." I reach into my buddy's shirt pocket and steal his cigarette pack. 

"Excuse me," I say to the blonde. "I'll share a cigarette with you." My buddy laughs out loud, but she doesn't hear him. 

"Hey!" he calls and tosses me his lighter as we walk out the door. 

Outside the door, I offer my new girlfriend a cigarette. There is a stiff wind, so we step around the corner, into the service alley. We stand in a recessed doorway, out of view and I light her cigarette.

"Aren't you going to have one too?" She asks.

"I don't smoke."

"What's this then?", waving the cigarette at me

"Just and excuse to meet you." 

She smiles at me and a small stream of smoke escapes from her lips. I touch her bottom lip with one finger and pull it down a bit, letting a cloud of smoke cover her face. The cigarette falls from her hand and rolls into the alley. She runs her hand across my cheek and onto the back of my neck, pulling me to her and a smokey kiss. I inhale her breath and smoke comes out my nose as our lips roll and our tongues fight. My cock stiffens as our mouths meet and I reach down to straighten it in my pants. She catches my hand and rubs me through my pants, pinching my cock through the cloth. Our mouths still locked together, she pulls my shirt up and runs her hands through my chest hair and finds my nipples, catching each in her fingers, pinching and pulling. I bunch her skirt up in my hands until I feel her bare ass under my fingers. She is not wearing panties. I hold her skirt in one hand and run the other from her hip to her mound, No hair! No panties and a shaved pussy! My fingers pull the lips apart and find her swollen clit. Her pussy is dripping cream and my fingers are sticky with a web of her juice. 

She unbuckles my pants and pulls them down with my shorts to my thighs and grabs my cock, squeezing and pulling me to her. I grab her ass with both hands and pick her up. She locks her legs around my waist and my cock slides inside her wet pussy. We lean against the wall and I start to piston my cock into her hot dripping pussy. Our smell fills the air and she is gasping for air. I feel her pussy tighten and squeeze until I can't hold back and my cock shoots cum in long hard jets. We stand motionless, leaning on the wall, her arms around my neck and my hands cradling her ass, the only sound is our labored breathing. 

She smiles at me and a small stream of smoke escapes from her lips. 

"Well, now that you've met me, what are you going to do?"



Alley Cat



Ella was very bored one evening late and feeling very naughty. She had no Master now and was feeling pretty lonely. Ella decided to go out and see what was hanging. She put on her finest French whore outfit. It was a short, black flared skirt with vertical, wide-striped, red and white jersey type blouse. She slipped on her dark silk knee highs and 5" black, stiletto heeled boots and found her black beret which she slanted on her head. She wore no panties by the way, feeling very naughty and hopeful. She had been waiting to hear from her new lover and hoped to be Master soon, but he hadn't called. So Ella was going to take care of her own needs. Bad slave, Ha! Well she wasn't a slave just yet. With her long, flowing black hair and bronze skin she looked like the slut and whore she was. 

Ella took off down her street toward the seedy side of town. It wasn't far as she intentionally lived close for needy reasons. She was indeed a very naughty girl. She giggled and thought very naughty thoughts as she approached the part of town where she hoped to get lucky. She was happier now and started looking down the street, hoping to see a man who looked good to her. She approached an area where an alley ran into the street. As she approached she saw a man standing in the shadows. This scared her some and she bit her lip thinking how nice if he just grabbed her and fucked her good. She no longer cared what he looked like, just wanted to get fucked good. As she approached the man, she saw it was her lover and she jumped back.

Sir Patrick was her lover and wanted to take charge of her. He stepped out into the streetlights and asked, "What are you doing here bitch? You are a nasty cunt and going behind my back aren't you? I will take care of you now, you slut."

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into the alley. He pressed her against the wall and grabbed her ass hard and pinched as hard as he could with both hands. Ella winced and rested against the wall letting Sir Patrick do anything he wanted to her. She didn't care as long as he was there.

Sir Patrick said, "you like this don't you, slut?"

Then he reached down and grabbed Ella's pussy hard and pinched her clit. Ella said, "Oh gawd fuck me, fuck me!"

Sir Patrick laughed and said, "Not yet bitch you have something coming first."

He pulled up her short skirt and rubbed his hands against her bare bottom. Ella moaned and let him explore. Suddenly Sir Patrick pulled off his leather belt and smacked it hard against the wall. Ella winced and knew now what was coming. Sir Patrick used one hand to press Ella against the wall hard and reared back with the other hand and spanked her as hard as he could with it, over and over very quickly. He sneered at her and spanked with all his might. He said, "How do like them apples cunt?"

Ella said, "More Master, please more!"

Sir Patrick continued his way with Ella's sweet ass, and a fine ass it was. He spanked till his arm was getting tired. Ella was crying and wailing by now. "Shut up, bitch! You had this coming." said Sir Patrick.

He stopped spanking and let her fall to the ground. Ella lay there sobbing and saying she was sorry over and over again. Sir Patrick said, "I told you to shut up, cunt, NOW do it!"

Ella held back her sobs now. Good girl, said Sir Patrick. He pulled Ella up to him and held her against his hardened chest. She was in heaven now. Then just as suddenly Sir Patrick pushed her away, turned her around and pressed her to the wall again. Ella was taken aback but realized what was about to happen. Sir Patrick loosed his pants and let them slide down to his ankles. He pushed his shorts down exposing his massive rock hard cock. He pushed two fingers inside Ella's sweet ass, probed and told her to relax. Ella did as she was told. After all she was used to doing what she was told to do. She was a slave wasn't she.

Sir Patrick retrieved his fingers and shoved them in Ella's mouth harshly. Ella knew what she was to do and licked them clean. "Good girl," said Sir Patrick..

Then he shoved hard and inserted his cock into Ella's waiting open anus. He fucked as hard as he could for a long time. Ella moaned and begged him to stop. It hurt a lot. Sir Patrick was making sure Ella got punished, not pleasured. She had been a very bad girl in Sir Patrick's eyes. He fucked her hard till he got tired and left her against the wall and sat down to rest. Ella pulled away from the wall slowly. Her ass hurt a lot and was still stinging from the brutal spanking she had just taken plus the ass fucking. She walked over to Sir Patrick and said, "Thank you sir, I need that as I was a very bad girl."

Sir Patrick looked up at Ella and smiled. "You are my good girl now aren't you, my sweet cunt?" said Sir Patrick.

Ella sat down beside him, smiled back and rested her head against his shoulder. Sir Patrick caressed her long black hair and put one hand on her perky breasts, rubbing gently. Ella started crying and said, "thank you sir, I do love you so! I will be good for you, I promise."



Alley Cat



A/N: This story deals with the emotional fallout of sexual harassment in the workplace and explores themes of BDSM and power exchange between women. This is fiction and is no substitute for research, personal inquiry, and above all communication with your partner. Be safe, sane and consensual.


I balance my motorcycle helmet, guitar case, and house keys as I wipe my feet on the mat outside the door of our flat. It's been a long day. I pulled ten hours at my legit job at the newsstand, then another two changing tires on motorcycles for Harper for cash under the table. I didn't get the gig I wanted, and the black electrical tape over the holes in my army surplus boots is leaking again. I roll my shoulders trying to shake off the weight of the day. It doesn't move, but the least I can do is wipe off the street grime instead of tracking it in.

Alicia is already at the little table in the kitchen with her drawing pad and a handful of pens when I let myself inside. Our flat's so small I can see her there from the doorway as I set my guitar case in the corner and hang up my helmet and leather jacket. She closes the tablet, and her short black hair swings back from her heart-shaped face as she tilts it up to me in greeting. "Hello, you."

"Hey, baby." I lean down to kiss her cheek and she squirms away from the cold of my nose, but her smile leaves no doubt she's happy to see me. The London sky is gray and rainy this time of year, not so different than the one I'd be under if I'd never made it off the foggy, wet Washington coast, but that smile is a slice of sunshine that seems like it was made just to warm me up from the inside out, like it was meant just for me. Like maybe everything I've been through – every hard choice, every lucky break – led me right to that smile and the woman who wears it.

"Just toasted cheese and a tin of soup tonight, Bits. Rent due, and all." She points at the table where a plate and bowl are waiting for me, still hot. How she knows exactly when I'll be home I'll never know, but she just loves to have hot food waiting on the table for me on days like this when the weather's crap and she gets home first. 

"Looks great. And probably better you didn't splurge. I didn't get that gig." I rub my hands on my jeans trying to warm them a little. "Maybe Harper will give me some more work."

"Not to worry, heard today there might be a few more shifts on offer down the pub."

More hours?

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Who quit this time?"

What I really mean is what did that ass Sean do now? Turnover is high down at Three Feathers since Maggie got diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and her son got the run of the joint. My teeth grind as I think of the reasons why all the staff he hires – always young and attractive women – keep quitting. Reasons like I'm just giving you a compliment and it was an accident and there wasn't enough room to get by without brushing past you.

Alicia shoots me the look, the one that says don't start, and hands me a napkin with an arched eyebrow of her own. "Go on then. Tuck in."

It's the bossy tone she takes with rowdy customers and my mouth twists in a smirk.

"Yes, mum," I tease, mimicking her clipped accent. 

Her hazel eyes flash with mock outrage. She looks like she'd snap my ass with a tea towel right now if one was handy. I wouldn't mind actually. I like it when she starts something that I get to finish.

I pick up my spoon and begin to eat. Ali takes my unoccupied left hand and pulls it across the table towards her, pushing the sleeve of my thermal shirt out of her way. She snaps the cap off a black pen with her teeth and starts drawing on my wrist just past the spot where it bends when I play the guitar.

The food isn't fancy, but it's hot and filling and made with care. Home less than five minutes and already my day's looking up. I glance down to see what she's scribbling on me. There are two flowers side-by-side, outlined in black, filled in with pink, and each with a few spiky green leaves peeking out from behind the petals.

I wrinkle my nose. "Pink roses? Really, Alicia?"

"I've not finished yet, have I?" she defends primly, but the pen cap in her mouth ruins her scolding tone. Amused, I watch patiently as she deftly adds curves and lines in both black and color and by the time she switches to a different pen with a finer tip to hash in some shading, I'm totally digging the design.

"There." She pops the cap back onto her pen with a flourish and sits back in her chair, clearly pleased with herself.

The roses on my wrist adorn the eye sockets of an Ed Hardy style skull sitting atop a rendition of my electric guitar. It's positioned perfectly so I can see it out of the corner of my eye if I look down at my left hand when changing chords.

"You'll get the next gig. I can feel it."

A piece of that immovable weight on my shoulders seems to melt and slide away. Ali's quiet confidence in me never wavers. It shouldn't surprise me because that willingness to see the best in people, to give and nurture, is just so her. But sometimes the way she loves me catches me off guard, reminds me how much it means to me, reminds me to be worth it. She's my rock. And I'm hers. I squeeze her hand and rub my thumb over her fingers when she's done blowing gently on my wrist to help dry the wet ink.

"What's this?" I nudge her drawing pad.

She shrugs. "Just doodles."

Her voice is light but something's off. I put my spoon down and open the tablet to the page she used today.

It's a landscape, done in black and white. To call this just doodles is completely inadequate. In the foreground is a single fallen tree limb full of bare-but-reaching branches. It's lying on ground that is absolutely flat in every direction, dry and cracked, lifeless, deserted. The lines of the drawing are fine and detailed in the foreground but thicken and blur at the horizon giving the sense that there is life there at the edge, but it's so very far away. The sky is thick with clouds that seem at once to be both permanent and moving away. The clouds will reach that horizon long before the viewer.

It's beautiful but desolate.

I begin to notice small streaks of red and brown, so closely woven into the detailed textures that you don't see them at first glance. Subtle touches of green at the horizon. It's a neat trick of the eye. So... not a black and white then, but... drained of color. The difference seems significant.

I look down at the bold and lively skull on my wrist, think about the smile on her face when I came home. Definitely significant.

"Something else happen at work today, babe?"

She sighs. "Not really." Shrugs again.

"Sean.That–" I shake my head, biting back the string of profanity on the tip of my tongue.

"You know how unwell Maggie's been," she says, as if that accounts for it all. I hear what she isn't saying, what we've been over again and again.

Ali's known Maggie for a long, long time. She and my mum were thick as thieves she'd call it, and when Ali's mum died in a car accident leaving her on her own at nineteen, Mags was there. She's been a substitute mother of sorts for the last three years. With the way Sean mismanages the business, Ali can't even imagine walking away from this job and leaving Maggie in the lurch.

"If she were well enough to run the pub, Sean wouldn't dare pull that bollocks with the girls. When she gets back..." Ali trails off, tilting her head down and away from me, letting her hair fall in front of her face. The excuse sounds as flimsy to her as it does to me. The chemo isn't going well. There's no guarantee Maggie will ever be well enough to run the pub again, and even if she does... how long does Ali think she should endure Sean's shit?

I try to catch her eye. "Come on, Ali. You don't have to let him treat you like that."

"I don't let him, Bits!" Her voice rises in pitch and volume.

I can feel the constriction in my throat as I react and my tone matches hers. "Then tell him to keep his fucking mouth shut and his hands to himself."

She's silent but the empty dishes clatter angrily as she stacks them and takes them to the sink.

I stay at the table trying to chill. We're not quite fighting, but it could tip over to that any minute. There's cold lead in my chest at the thought. If I follow her now I'll say something rash. Well, something more rash.

Why can't she just knock him on his ass, like I did with Caleb?

I twirl one of Ali's pens on the tabletop as I remember hanging with Caleb and Dusty, following them around, getting into all the same trouble they did, keeping my dark brown hair long and braiding it just like I was one of the Rez boys... and Caleb always teasing me and calling me a tomboy. I did everything they did – rode crappy old dirt bikes when we were younger, graduated to fixing up rusty old motorcycles nobody else wanted, sneaking beers to drink on the rocky beach after dark, everything – right down to ogling the Rez girls. Caleb and I were inseparable, best friends. How could he have missed it?

For that matter how could I have?

I even looked at the porno mags they passed around, ragging on each other about pages getting wrinkled or sticky. "That's disgusting!" I'd say, but I couldn't look away, couldn't help but remember those pictures late at night in the dark under the covers with my hands between my legs and my breath hitching in my throat. Breasts and hair and shiny red lips, long painted fingernails, thighs spread wide and shiny pink in between. That was supposed to be me someday, right? On my back for some guy? So how come I always pictured the girl on her back as if I was the guy on top of her?

Broke my hand on Caleb's jaw figuring it out when he kissed me by surprise that first warm spring day sophomore year. I caught him off-guard and put him flat on his butt but he barely had even a bruise to show for it, and I ended up in a cast with my bike gathering dust in the drive for six weeks. Funny thing though, I was so bored that I picked up my dad's old acoustic just for something to do, picking out tunes just fingering the frets with my left hand. My first song.

Ali stands in the kitchen still facing away from me. She runs the tap to fill the sink with hot water for the washing up. I study the tense line of her back.

I get it. Really, I do. Ali feels guilty, like it's somehow disloyal to Maggie to despise her son even though Sean is a sexist pig, a lazy ass and a bad manager. She's angry at him for running his mother's business into the ground while Maggie's too ill to do anything to stop it and probably doesn't even know. And because Ali cares so damn much, she feels responsible for not saying or doing more to stop it. But how do you tell someone that their grown son is a disgrace and squandering everything they ever worked for?

Then there are the other girls to worry about, too. When Ali's on shift, Sean seems to fixate on her and leave them alone more, but it pisses me off that she sacrifices herself like that. It's his fault – the manipulative little shit – and she takes it all on herself.

This is where Alicia's sweetness and tendency to nurture sometimes gets her in trouble. This is where her sense of loyalty and obligation, her genuine and caring nature is stomping all over her sense of self-preservation.

I give the pen another forceful spin, watching as its rotation slows and the blur of its motion gradually clears, letting it twirl eventually to a stop.

My Ali is stuck in that blur. She's stuck in a mess of false should's and ought to's and can'ts, and seeing her trapped and feeling helpless just breaks my heart and pisses me off all at the same time. I can't fight her battles for her, but I can't sit here and do nothing either.

She's my rock, and I'm hers.

My chair scrapes roughly along the floor as I push back from the table and stand. Three paces and I can press myself up against her back, sneak one arm around her waist, and rub my warmer-now face into the short hair at the nape of her neck. Her hair is so soft. Even the razor-short bristles here are fine and silky like baby hair. I can smell the exotic sweet-spice-smoke of that girlie lotion she wears and more faintly the scent of her clean hair.

Her posture is stiff, tense in my arms. I massage the muscles in her shoulders on one side and nuzzle her neck on the other. She starts to thaw just a little; her shoulders relaxing with a little sigh as my hand at her waist creeps up to trace the underside curve of one breast over her clothes. I love this spot – the soft rise of it, the way the flesh gives under my touch – and I wish there wasn't any fabric in the way. My hand creeps higher, fingers tracing circles and spirals, thumb trailing along the V-shaped line where her cami gives way to bare skin. I'm torn between wanting to keep chasing the hint of nipple budding under my fingertips and wanting to dip my thumb into that space between her breasts where the cups of her bra meet in the middle. Now that I've got my hands on her I'm feeling greedy; I want it all at the same time, damn it.

"Maybe you should be helping me with the dishes instead of grabbing my tit."

There's a tease in her voice and a curve to her cheek, but I can tell by the way the soapy water sloshes in the sink that she's trying to will away or just bury all that despair I saw on her drawing pad.

She needs a way out of the blur, the chaos in her head that keeps steering her in circles. She needs clarity and focus and maybe a little kick in the pants to remember what kind of stuff I know she's made of.

She needs a heavier hand tonight.

The knowledge is a tendril of smoke curling up my spine, a stirring of banked embers, and my hand stills on her shoulder. There's a part of her that just needs this sometimes. And there's a part of me that wants it. I slide my fingers up into her hair, get a grip, tip her head back. My words, like my touch, are gentle but undeniably firm. "Leave them."

I tongue a wet line along her throat, my hand tightens with intent in her hair, and my voice is suddenly sooty with the way I need to give this to her, need to take this from her. "I have other plans for you, kitten."

I hear the sharp intake of her breath as she registers the edge to my tone and the pet name we save for a very particular kind of interaction. Her hands still, letting the sponge float away and the tea cup sink to the bottom of the basin.

I take my hand from her breast and yank the straps of her top and her bra down her shoulder. It's unexpected and rough enough to make her gasp at my aggression but not enough to tear them. Money's tight enough as it is. And besides, now I can see that my girl is wearing my favorite bra – the black velvety one with the little embroidered cherries. It looks perfect with her pale skin, her dark hair and especially her cherry red lips.

I would bet money she's wearing the matching panties, too.

It's not real velvet, it's velour or something, but ever since that first time she brought them home and I couldn't stop touching them (and her and her in them) she just calls them her "pet-me" knickers. I don't even give her the chance to brat this time and tease me with her little sing-song voice (Eliz-uh-bett-ahr, won't you pet my kitty?) before I've got my hand up the front of her skirt and down her leggings and fuck, yes she's wearing them.

But not for long.

I toe my boot between her platform maryjanes, nudging her into a wider stance, and now I can get the width of my hand between her legs, flat against her heat. I press my palm against her, trapping her to me, and strum my fingers over her slit. She sags slightly in my arms as her breathing changes, her hands tensed against the counter's edge. 

The feel of that texture – a silken, rippling downiness that mats under my caress as her moisture begins to dampen the fabric – is my undoing. I push it aside, and as my middle finger dips into her, my open mouth finds the pliant flesh over her bare shoulder and bites down. Hard.

Another sharp inhale that sounds like a hiss and her exhale is a high-pitched lingering note.

I release the bite slowly as she steadies herself against the counter. Swallowing hard against my rising desire, I take a few deep breaths to collect myself, gain control of my breathing and my voice. It would be easy to get lost in just this rough pleasure of give and take, tempting as it is, but my girl needs more than that from me tonight. Drawing myself up to my full height, I turn Alicia by the shoulders to face me.

"You've let me down, kitten."

She winces when the words land. My disappointment stings. But I know it's not half as painful as the choking humiliation she suffers under Sean's thumb or the dull ache of disappointment in herself for allowing the situation to continue on his terms.

"You let that dog mistreat you again today, didn't you?" Her mouth opens, shuts again quickly.

"You've forgotten how strong you are, kitten. I'm going to remind you." Staring down at her, I watch her expression intently, "Go get my hairbrush."

She knows exactly what I'm asking of her. This is the decision point; it's her choice. If she says no then we'll just find another way to reconnect and to get through this issue about Sean. But if my instincts are right...

Her eyes close heavily. She wets her lips with her little pink tongue. My nostrils flare. I know exactly where I want that tongue.

When her eyes open again, the soft set of her features is unguarded, trusting.

"Yes, B."

Not Bits or Betta or even Elizabetta Louise! Just B.

Yes, B.

"You need this, don't you kitten? You need me to take care of you and help you get back on track."

There's no doubt in her voice, only relief. "Yes, B."

Two simple words that mean everything – the sound of her consent echoes in my brain. My heart twists with the sweet gift of her trust and with it hot coals in my belly begin to glow. The smoke in my spine curls higher. I feel taller; my chest swells. I have the impulse to grab her by the hair and conquer her mouth.

I want to.

I can.

So I do.

Sleek black hair in my grip and her mouth falls open in surrender. I find her tongue, press my mouth against hers until I feel the biting edge of her teeth, taste her breath, suck on her bottom lip like I'm dying of thirst. Tip her face up and back by my grip in her hair so I can break the kiss and look into her eyes.

"There's my brave girl," I praise her, smoothing the palm of my hand down her breast, pushing cami and bra out of my way. I pinch the protruding nipple just hard enough to make her inhale audibly. "Hairbrush. Now. And come back to me barefoot."

Quietly Alicia slips around the corner into our room to fetch the brush and remove her shoes. She's a tiny thing, and though I'm only average height, my boots add an inch or so. Take away her platform shoes and it's a striking difference that works in my favor.

I move towards the sofa while she's gone, pulling off my thermal shirt and quickly braiding my long brown hair, securing it out of the way with the elastic I keep on my wrist. My adrenalin is flowing, and it's getting too warm in such a heavy shirt. The black racerback tank I'm wearing underneath fits snugly over my breasts and waist and shows off my shoulders, arms, and the ink I wear on my skin. 

I plant my tough-as-shit boots slightly more than hip-width apart and tuck my thumbs into the front of my jeans on either side of my belt buckle as I wait. The fire is stoked, the smoke rising.

Soft footfalls announce my kitten as she pads into the room, her signature cherry red toenail polish now in view. I watch as she stops a few feet in front of me, hairbrush in hand, face modestly down-turned. Her skirt is askew and the straps of her cami and bra are still hanging off her shoulder. It thrills me to see her hair so disheveled, the skin of her neck still red from my bite, and she hasn't tried to right her clothing. Does she know what that does to me?




Alley Cat



I take my time looking at her standing there in still and silent anticipation. Smooth black hair ends at her chin and neatly sets off the sensual contour from earlobe to shoulder to the heavy bow of her breast and the fat juicy cherry nipple on top. She's petite but her curves are all woman. 

She's on edge from the tension of the day and alert for my next move, but the measure of her breathing tells me she's getting into the rhythm of this, too. Ali's been suffering and she needs me; she's offering the ultimate trust and I have a serious responsibility here. And sparking through it all is a live-wire of electricity, the high-voltage current of this sexually-charged ritual. I reach up to rub my knuckles over my lower lip, an unconscious habit. Her distinctive scent is on my hand and I need a taste.

Rich and earthy. A hint of salt. Slightly tart.

When I can't find any more of her on my skin, I step forward and pull the straps down on the other side to match. I want more though, and I tug until bra and cami both slip down to her waist, the straps hanging loosely below her elbows – just a faint impression of restraint.

For now.

Taking the hairbrush from her hand, I stroke the flexible plastic bristles. Outside the ordinary sounds of city life ticks along – tires on pavement, a buzzy motorbike engine, the creak and rumble of a lorry – but in the silence of our flat there is only the sound of her breathing and mine and the low crackle as the filaments bend and spring back under my thumb.

Ali's eyes dart just once from the floor to the brush in my hands and to the floor again. I circle behind her, lightly trailing the bristles across the bare skin of her back. At this pressure it's a barely-there rasp that's almost as much tickle as scratch, and I watch the downy hairs on her skin rise in its wake. The brush glides gently down the slope of her spine and the curve of her skirt as it follows her tail. I let it drift away from her skin and then with a flick of my wrist I bring the back of the brush down hard against the palm of my other hand–

CRACK!

The sound makes her jump. I gauge the sting in my hand and how long it lingers. The blow feels much harder here so close to the bone than it will against the flesh and muscle of kitten's backside, but it's a practical way to calibrate how much force to use and where to draw the line. Though I don't think I'll actually need to use the brush tonight. My hand is usually more than enough, but the brush is a symbol – the potential for its use is part of setting the scene.

I give her a quick little pat on the butt. It's light and over her skirt; there's not much to the physical feeling. It's all mental at the moment. And that's really the point, isn't it? It's my job to push the right physical buttons, to pluck the right mental strings, and to help Ali drop out of the chaos in her brain and into the clarity of her body.

With one finger I slip the straps of her clothing down one forearm, wrist, hand, and then the other. She's going to need the mobility.

"Knees, kitten."

She sinks gracefully to the floor – not rushing but not hesitating either. She's right here with me. I sit in the middle seat of the sofa and pat my lap. Her eyes are lowered but she can see the motion of my hand in her peripheral vision.

It's not far to crawl – our flat just isn't that big – but there is a certain thrill to seeing her come to me on hands and knees, not just because I said so, but also because I know she wants to. There's a delightful pale pink on the apples of her cheeks that spells out the embarrassment of being caught at something one "shouldn't" enjoy. It's different than the splotchy red of her anger or the way she goes terribly pale when someone shames her. There's no shame for her here. There is only acceptance: our love, our rules.

The flush on her face is also an echo of the excitement, the freedom of being let loose in her body – I can see it in the sultry sway of her hips, the glitter in her eye as she looks up at me from under her long lashes, and the slow, sensual, heavy-pawed movements of a cat on the prowl.

Kitten crawls up and lays herself out across my lap just the way we both like it. I put the hairbrush on the cushion just in front of her. Whether I use it or not I need to warm her up by hand first. Being able to see it, knowing that it's there within my reach...

She's soft and warm in my lap, yielding. My heartbeat is quickening.

I smooth both hands under her skirt and over her rear, squeezing and kneading for a moment before flipping her skirt up. Just yank them down or...? I let my blunt fingernails bite slightly into her skin and so, so slowly I build the suspense of the reveal, peeling her leggings and pet-me knickers down over the full curve of her luscious ass.

Elbows out and hands tucked under her cheek so I can see her turned face, her bare breasts are flush with the scratchy fabric of our old sofa. Her cami and bra are twisted wantonly around her waist with her pushed-up skirt, and her ass and her kitty are on shocking display.

"Ohhh, kitten," I breathe, and it's almost a moan. "You look so deliciously lewd like this."

My praise makes her shiver. With a wicked grin I bring my hand down against her skin with a quick snap. "Hold still!"

She mews in surprise, and then freezes. I give her bum a pinch. I heard that. 

This time she stays quiet, and I pause until I can hear the smooth cadence of carefully measured breathing that says ready and more.

No leggings or panties in the way this time – just smooth, soft skin that warms under my hands as I knead and squeeze her flesh. Rake my fingertips from the small of her back to the back of her thighs. Tease her slick pink bits with a light brush of my knuckles.

I reach my left hand underneath her, feeling for her little button. I find it with two fingers and press. It's hot under the pads of my fingers and oh Christ I can't help but remember the way it feels under my tongue. Almost without conscious thought my right hand lifts and then drops, landing with a smack against the sweet fleshy swell of her ass and my body responds like I'm plugged directly into that sound and the sting in my hand that made it. The way my pulse races, the wet I feel between my legs, the slight bounce in my knee. The rising smoke that curls up my spine.

She shifts slightly, trying to widen the space between her legs despite the limitations of the leggings bunched around her knees.

"You like this, too, don't you kitten. You don't just need it, you want it."

"Yes, B," she sighs.

Swinging again, fingers landing first and followed by palm, more stinging slaps bring notes of rosy blush to her skin. The blows are light but the color remains even after the sting fades. The slight acceleration of her breathing is more from the circle and press of my touch on her clit and the thrilling snap that breaks the silence each time my hand makes contact than from any real pain.

The palm of my hand warms too. The sensation lingers, fading less quickly and building with slap after slap. My fingers slip more fluidly over her clit as her body reacts. It would be so easy to get swept away in this piece – to spank and finger her to climax just for the pure unadulterated pleasure of watching my girl get off in my hands.

I pause to pull off my tank and drop it over the arm of the sofa before I rub down her sensitized skin, kneading the now-warm muscles. There's a reason she needs a heavy hand today. I shake my head and marshal my thoughts, making sure my anger at her dog of a boss doesn't show up in my touch. My Ali does not need to put up with his abuse. No woman does.

And we both know she can stick up for herself better than that. Just because she's laid out over my lap, ass and kitty under my hands and on display, doesn't mean she's weak or a victim. She just needs to feel her power again.

I can help her with that.

Raising my arm a little higher this time, I aim for the fullest curve of her backside. There's a quiet but satisfying thud that sets the muscle quivering and really gets her attention.

"You know why I'm disappointed, don't you, kitten?" She closes her eyes and bites her lip, her shoulders tensing.

"You forgot something, something important." I punctuate my words with more thudding smacks.

"You forgot that you belong to me." I pause, let my words land on their own, let the weight of them sink in and linger.

"Don't you." It's a question but the authoritative tone in my voice makes it clear what answer I'm expecting. 

"Yes, B." I swallow hard at the plaintive note in her voice. I hate to add to the guilt she already feels but Alicia has placed her trust in me, given me the control, now it's time for me to take her where she needs to go.

"You're mine, kitten. Mine." I make every word count with the weight of my hand landing on her skin. At the same time, the force of the smack jolts her body so that her clit gets more pressure from my fingers. "Aren't you."

"Yes, B," she answers with a little more volume.

"And my kitten is a fighter, an alley cat."

"Yes, B."

My palm lays down a syncopated pattern of light slaps and heavier blows, covering her ass and making it bloom brighter red under the short but intense burst of my words. "You belong to me. I'm the queen bitch around here. If that dog comes sniffing around you again you hand him his ass, 'cause he's not allowed to treat my alley cat like that. You're my strong girl. You're stronger than that and you know it."

I rub her burning backside roughly as she struggles to catch her breath. When she takes too long to respond, my hand lands quickly again with a ringing slap. "Answer me."

"Yes, B," she gasps.

This isn't about raw unfiltered pain – she could get that anywhere. This is about intense sensation and suspense mingled with pleasure and guidance and trust.

"He thinks you're weak. Not my kitten. You're stronger than that manipulative little shit, aren't you. So, so much stronger."

"Yes, B," and her voice is getting stronger, more clear.

"You forgot but you'll remember it this time, won't you kitten."

"Yes, B." It's like a mantra, a mediation of sorts as she sinks into the experience – the sting, the pleasure, the sound of my voice and the message in my words, her repetitive, positive response. I watch her body – watch her find her power, watch her shed the tension layer by layer, cutting her way out of the threads that trap her.

Indecision.

Snip.

Self-criticism.

Snip.

Guilt. Shame. Fear.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Until she's resilient again – until her spine is no longer one single rigid rod but the series of supple joints meant to pulse and undulate with life, energy, fire.

"Look how strong you are. Can't you see how brave and fierce you are?"

The sting builds with each slap, intensifies, until the whole sensation reverses and the sharp electric connection as my hand lands brings more relief than the slow burn that remains when my hand drifts away, until she's backing up into it, looking for my hand to land earlier, harder, faster, and fucking herself on my fingers.

Her breathing gets quicker, shallower, until it spikes as a gasp and the only way to take the pain in and break it apart is that long slow inhale... pause... exhale... pause... repeat.

There it is.

And for Alicia – because I know her so well, know how deep she loves, know how much she takes on – I know there's one string left to cut. This one is the least rational, the most emotional, and runs the deepest.

"It's not your fault, kitten." Smack.

Silence.

"It's not your fault, kitten." Smack.

She nods tightly this time. I'm not fooled. We're not done with this yet.

"It's not your fault, kitten." Smack.

Deep inhale, loud exhale. Nods again. "Yes, B."

Almost. Almost...

"Kitten, it's not..." smack... "your..." smack... "fault." Smack.

She's holding her breath through it and holds it still in the silence after the last time my hand lands. I'm holding my own breath, frozen in anticipation, waiting, waiting, the seconds tick by and suddenly Alicia's shaking sob of an exhale explodes the quiet and I can breathe again. Speak again.

"What are you going to do the next time he says something? What are you going to do the next time he touches you without your permission, without my permission? What are you going to do, kitten?"

"I'm going to kick his bloody arse!" 

There's my fighter. There's my hissing spitting alley cat. I gather her into my arms, stroke her face and kiss her deeply as she comes down.

"You've been so strong, kitten. Worked so hard, haven't you?"

"Yes, B." Now the words are a sigh so relaxed – so effortless and complete, so devoid of any struggle of conscience or negative thought. I feel a clench inside my ribs and my eyes start to sting. I'm so full of love for my strong, brave girl it almost overwhelms me.

Underneath that though my brain is a buzzy euphoric jumble and my body is humming.

"Kitten," I coo and she opens her eyes to look at me. She is so exquisitely open right in this moment, so raw, so trusting. "Don't I take good care of my girl? Don't I always give you exactly what you need?"

Her face shines with reverence as she whispers, "Yes, B."

"Don't you want to thank me now?"

"Oh yes, B," she entreats. I tap her flank and she slides off my lap, waiting for my instruction.

"Unlace my boots."

She makes quick work of my laces, slipping my boots and socks off my feet. She places each one carefully to the side and folds the socks together as well. I wouldn't actually care if she threw them over her shoulder after getting them off me. This need for neatness and order is all Alicia. I let her have what she needs now so that I have her full attention after.

When she is done, I stand. "Undress me."

Kitten leans up onto her knees and reaches for my belt buckle, her slender fingers unclasp it and then slide into my pants to undo the buttons one by one – the tiny enticing touches make the muscles in my belly flutter. Her fingertips are so soft as she gently pulls down my jeans and skull and crossbones girl-boxers together, helping me to step out of them. I sit, curb my impatience, and wait as she folds these too, even my damn underwear.

Deep breath in. Slow exhale. She wants to serve me.

I mean to let her.

Hands on thighs and down-turned face serene, she lets me know that she's finished. Ready. I scoot to the edge of the sofa and lean back against the cushions, legs spread wide and one knee hooked over the arm rest. Then I crook my finger at her and point to my pussy. I'm done with waiting. I want her mouth on me.

She puts one soft hand on the top of each of my feet and smoothes them up my legs, her touch slow and light and almost ticklish along the insides of my thighs until she reaches that sensitive crease where limb meets hip.

My breathing deepens and I sink more heavily into the cushions behind me, watching in heavy-lidded fascination as she finally leans in. The sight of her little pink kitten tongue darting out to lap me up is almost too much already and I give up the struggle to keep my eyes open. Long, slow licks start soft and shallow and my entire focus is drawn to the sensation. Each drag of her tongue over dip and valley registers twice – once at the nerve endings in my skin directly under her touch and again as flames of hot and cold fire licking at the base of my skull.

I cover her hands with my own. She reads me just right and grasps my thighs more firmly, little kitten claws biting into my skin, the strokes of her tongue getting stronger, deeper. The heat and wet between my legs is growing, growing and the purring hum of satisfaction she makes as she drinks me up goes straight to head.

I open my eyes to watch. I have to see her face. My chest is heaving, my pulse is racing, and my kitten is devouring me like I'm her last meal – lips and tongue, sucking my flesh into her mouth, slow even pressure or teasing scrape of teeth. I let it build, build, build as long as I can stand it, and when I can't ride that edge any longer I put one hand in her hair and direct her mouth to my clit.

She gives me exactly what I need to take.

When I let myself go, let myself shatter with my thighs shuddering on either side of her head as her kitten tongue flicks over my clit, it's that grip I have on her hair, holding her tight to my center that anchors me, keeps me from getting lost in the storm.

I'm boneless, immobile as I float down, and for many moments the only part of me that can move is the barest brush of my fingertips through the straight silky strands of kitten's hair. She moves up so her head rests on my left breast. Arms wrapped warmly around my waist, her own soft full breasts press against my belly as she listens to my thundering heart. She holds me together until my body comes back under my control. Sometimes I wonder if she even understands how completely she owns me.

I let the ends of her hair slip through my fingertips and slip one hand between us and down to find her. She is still wet, still wanting. Bites her lip and squirms minutely under my touch, then covers a yawn with her delicate hand. My sweet kitten is exhausted. After all she's been through tonight already, the huge physical and emotional peaks she's already climbed, if I tucked her into bed with her head on my shoulder she would probably drop off quite easily into a heavy sleep. But after all that, I can't let her go without giving her some sweetness first.

One finger under her chin tips her face up to mine for a kiss and my reaching hand slides around to her bum. "Bedroom. Now," I speak quietly against her lips and punctuate the order with a tiny swat to her still tender ass.

My hands are on her hips and my lips on her shoulder as I follow her down the short hall, urging her to step out of her remaining clothes and leave them in a trail behind us. Once in our room I pull back the covers and lay her down gently in our bed. Her eyes are soft, her smile is soft, and her body is relaxed as I hover over her, dropping kisses on any spot that calls to me. Cheek. Belly button. Knee.

Ali raises her arms over her head, crossing her wrists over each other as they rest on the pillow. She's still my kitten just a little while longer.

Leaning back on my knees, I run my fingertips from wrist to elbow, down arm, over ribcage, teasing collar bones, sternum, the side of her breasts, enthralled by the way her skin responds, the way her nipples tighten and darken. The flames in my spine had died down a little – cooling somewhat in the wake of my satisfaction against her mouth – but the living, breathing, touchable fantasy come-to-life under my hands rekindles the fire.

I think of the black vinyl bondage tape and safety scissors in the drawer of our bedside table, chew my lip as I weigh possibilities and desire against needs.

Another night I can tie her up and push her to orgasm after orgasm just to see her fall apart on my tongue and my fingers and our toys until she can't take any more. Tonight I just need to cherish her, to lavish her with kisses and soft touches just like this.

Instead of opening the drawer, I pull the elastic out of my hair and run my fingers through it to loosen the braid. The soft smile on kitten's face changes when I let the long strands drape onto her naked body. Her mouth goes lax as I make the soft ends drag and tease.

It's time to remind her how soft and gentle these same hands can be, stroking and touching every part of her from the shell of her ear to the tender spaces between each of her toes. I use my hands, my hair, let my calves and thighs slide against hers, and drink up her breathy gasps and little hums of pleasure.




Alley Cat



I shift myself over her, holding myself up on my hands planted next to her ribs and letting some of my weight press against her. One of my legs is hitched over her thigh, her opposite thigh hitched up over my hip, opening and lining us up together. A slow roll of my hips makes me glide wetly over her kitty and pulls a soft cry from her lips.

"Feel good, kitten?"

"Mmmm," she purrs, "Yes, B." She laughs softly, the sound pure happiness as her eyes blink heavily and open again to meet mine. I lean down to capture her lips and Ali reaches up to smooth my hair out of our faces and run her fingers through it. Sometimes the only reason I keep this long mess of hair is because Alicia loves it so much.

We continue to kiss as I slide and roll rhythmically against her – languidly at first, then increasingly more desperately as heat and sensation builds between us. My breasts brush over hers with every pass and Ali uses one hand to palm me and the other hand to tease her own nipple to a hard peak. My calves tense and my toes dig into the mattress for leverage as I work us toward our pleasure.

I buck against her harder, slapping our bodies together on every thrust and dragging clit over clit on every retreat, driving her towards her orgasm and chasing my own. Ali breathes heavily through her open mouth, little sighs and cries on every exhale. My mouth is open over hers, tasting her song on my tongue and drinking her breath. I want to consume her. No, not consume, more like bask, because Alicia is the light that can't be put out. She is warm sun streaking through my cloudy days, and her eyes are shining so brightly, and I love her so fucking much. 

I choke back an unexpected sob as we go over that edge together with a timing to our crescendo that I couldn't have written if I'd tried. We shudder and pulse against each other, clutching and crying out and gasping for air. This moment, God or the Goddess or the infinite or whatever the fuck is out there is right here, right now because this is the infinite. This, this, this.

I flop down on my back and start to pull the sheets up to cover us, but a wiggly fingertip nudges me between the ribs. "Better set the clock, Eliz-uh-bett-ahr Louise. You've got dish duty in the morning." Her voice is sleepy, sated, and slightly amused.

Elizabetta Louise. I swear, isn't that the girliest name ever saddled on a dyke in all of human history? But that accent kills me – I love the way my name sounds coming out of Ali's mouth. I reach for the alarm clock and set it without complaint. Dish duty was worth it.

Rolling back towards Alicia, she's already curled up and ready to spoon. I scoot right up behind her until there is no space between us. My sweet girl takes my hand and tucks it between her legs. She sighs and the sound is pure contentment, just like a kitten's purr. "I do, you know... belong to you."

I press kisses to her neck and also the spot on her shoulder where I bit so hard earlier. She reaches back and finds a section of my hair, wrapping it around her wrist like it's rope and she's tying herself to me.

At the same time, she does have me by the hair.

"I know, Ali." I kiss the mark I made one more time before we succumb to sleep. "We belong to each other."



Alley Cum Dumpster



Internet dating is interesting; you never know just who you will meet. Recently, I went on a memorable first date; one that seems to have awoken a part of me I didn't have any idea about.

We were at a Japanese restaurant, sitting on the floor at one of those low tables. It had been his choice, and I hadn't known ahead of time where we were going or I might have dressed differently. I was wearing a skirt with boots and no panties (I just like how it feels), which made sitting modestly a difficult proposition. Half way through dinner, my legs started cramping and I needed to stretch. I have long legs, and in the tight space, I accidentally kicked him. He stopped eating, ignoring my apology, then leaned down and peeked under the table. When he came back up, there was a look in his eyes.

"Put your other leg over here, and scoot your ass all the way to the edge of the pillow." I stared at him for a minute, trying to decide if he was kidding or not, then I did it. His face was not giving me any clues, but then he told me to stick my fingers in my wet pussy, then smear my juices on my lips. Uh! I felt blood surge into my cunt, and I couldn't breathe for a second. I didn't know where this was leading, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game, but I went along with it because I couldn't not. As soon as I painted my lips, smelling my salty scent, he reached under the table and I felt his thumb in my ass and all four fingers of his other hand in my cunt.

I couldn't help it--I let out a gasp, and he added 2 fingers to the thumb in my ass as he ordered softly, "You stay quiet. Not a sound." 

I was about to cum already, and staying quiet was not an option. Little moans leaked through my clenched teeth as he worked all his fingers in and out, slow and then fast.

Hearing that, he stopped moving and took his hands out of my holes and stood up: "We're done, get up." 

I didn't want to leave--we hadn't finished eating, and I was dripping! So I just sat there, turning red, hoping he would sit back down and not embarrass me further. No such luck.

He came around and stood behind me, put his hand around my throat and leaning down to my ear, said, "Get up right now before I drag you out on your ass."

I believed him, so I got up, stumbling a little as the feeling came back into my legs. He pulled a large bill out of his wallet, threw it on the table, and guided me to the door, his hand digging into my upper arm. He got me outside, pushed me a few yards down the street where the lights weren't as bright, and said,"Lean against the wall with your skirt pulled up over your ass." 

I leaned into the rough wall, but only pulled my skirt up to the edge of the cheeks; he was on me in a second with a hard slap to the ass and a yank on my skirt--it was now up around my ribs, my ass stinging in the cool night air.

"Listen to me, or pay the consequences. Now I want to fuck your ass--bend over more."

I started to protest--I'd had anal sex before (although not often), and I knew that no lube meant it would hurt. I decided saying anything might make it worse, so I complied, sticking my ass out further. He came close, and did me the kindness of rubbing my clit, getting things loosened up a little, then I felt his head at my tight hole. He popped the head in, and as I drew a breath, he drove the shaft home. I moaned, pain and pleasure mingling, and he didn't tell me to be quiet so I moaned more loudly. I wondered why he wasn't telling me to be quiet, when I realized we had attracted some attention: he wanted me to make noise, for that very reason.

As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see a couple, standing still as if they weren't sure what they were seeing was real. I moaned again as he reached up and pinched my nipple hard, and I could see the man move closer. They were young, probably early 20's, dressed casually as if they had strolled down to their neighborhood bar for a drink and were now on their way home to fuck. That's what went through my imagination, anyway.

My date started pumping harder, and my gasps and moans came faster and louder; I couldn't pay attention to the couple any longer, my body demanded my full attention. His fingers found my grasping pussy, and filled me as I started to cum. My knees buckled as he pushed me harder against the wall, his hands in my hair as my face scraped the brick. I heard his orgasm take him, then, "This is what you're good for, this is what you need". 

Silently I assented; yes. I wanted this, and I needed it.

He stepped back, a squelching sound coming from my ass as he pulled out, and then I heard him say, "See something you like?"

I looked over my shoulder to see that the man had moved much closer; the girl was still farther back, but had also moved closer, as if in spite of herself. The young guy nodded, but didn't speak.

"Fuck her ass if you want to; I left her full for you", I heard my date say. A spasm went through my cunt at his words; it was one thing to be fucked by him, a man I knew at least a little about, but by a stranger, on the street? Like a dog?

Then I heard the girl's voice, high and quivery: "I want to leave now. Come on."

My date laughed; "You aren't leaving. Come over here and let me see your pussy. I'm sure you're dripping by now."

I heard her gasp, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her turn away, as if to leave. Then her man spoke: "Alissa, come over here. It's okay." His tone was gentle, but I could tell he was turned on--his voice sounded rough, and I could hear him breathing deeply. She protested, and he said again, "Come here", this time a little less gently.

My date prompted the younger guy, "Don't worry about your lady, this slut needs her ass fucked--she's going to dry out if you don't take her soon." He stepped closer to me and slapped my ass: "Bend over and get ready."

I bent over, afraid and turned on; then I felt a warm, hard hand on my pussy, and another hand on my ass, stroking my cheeks. "Alissa, come over here. Touch her pussy."

I closed my eyes, feeling incredibly aroused at the thought of that happening, but also afraid that she wouldn't want to. Finally I felt a small cold hand fluttering at the top of my pussy hair, and then I could tell he had taken her hand in his, shoving all their combined fingers into me. I didn't want to scare her, but I had to groan--I wished I could see their faces, to see their reactions.

My date stood to my left, watching everything, but not taking part--I was enjoying the young couple, but missed his firm control of the situation. I wanted him to step in and make things happen a little more intensely, but didn't know how to ask.

Turns out he was also a mind reader, as I heard, "Now fuck her. Your friend can keep playing with her pussy, or she can come over here and let me play with hers. I have big hands--I'll take care of her."

I looked over my shoulder to see the young woman biting her lips--her little hand was still in my pussy. I whispered, "Let him, he'll make you feel good", and hoped my date hadn't heard me. He hadn't said not to talk, but I just figured I wasn't supposed to. 

Next I felt the warm hands again, holding my ass as a big cock nosed my hole--I was still a little slippery with my date's cum, but I could tell this guy was bigger, and my sphincter tightened involuntarily.

"Come here", my date ordered, and I felt her hand leave my pussy as the girl slowly made her way around us to stand next to her man. I heard, "Open your pants", followed by the sound of her zipper--it was getting harder to hear, as the guy had gotten his cock inside me and was starting to pump. He felt so good--the cum still inside me was squishing out with each push and pull, and the earthy smell of my ass mixed with the bleachy smell of cum filled the air around us.

"Do you like this?" I heard his soft, deep voice behind me; I nodded, then he asked, "Can I cum in you?" I nodded again. "I don't know why you're doing this, but I want you to know, I will never forget it."

He started to pump harder, as he leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you guys do this a lot?" I didn't have the words to explain that this was our very first date, so I just nodded again. He grabbed my hair as his orgasm hit him; he was louder than my date, which set me off as well. As he finished and pulled out, I could feel cum running down my legs in rivers. I wanted to clean myself off, but with what?

As I straightened up, I became aware of soft whimpers coming from the girl; I half-turned and saw her bent over at the waist, getting her pussy thoroughly worked by my date. Her legs were shaking and I could tell it wouldn't be long. 

Just then, my date pulled his hands out of her pants and said to the young guy, standing behind me, "Okay, take her home and finish this. Fuck her in the ass, and remember us. Maybe you'll try this yourselves sometime."

The girl's face was priceless--her mouth hung open in a perfect O of disappointment and disbelief. The guy nodded to my date, then turned his head and looked at my face for the first time--"Thank you", he mouthed, and then grabbing his girl by the arm, her pants still open, he turned and pulled her back in the direction they'd come.

My date and I stood there for a minute, looking at each other, then he said, "Let's go. My cock needs to be sucked", and turned toward where we were parked. I hesitated for a moment--I lived nearby, and I could get myself home if I wanted to--then I followed him toward whatever came next.



Alley Evening



Back in that alley, dressing after such fantastic sex, wet through from the rain, both still light headed and tingly from the experience. We walk back into the street and get a cab. I look at you sat there, soaked. Your nipples are still hard and pressing through the fabric of your blouse. My cock stirs again, growing thick in my suit trousers. You notice me shuffle uncomfortably and notice a lump in my trousers. The cab driver seems oblivious, and you hitch your skirt up a little and begin to stroke inside your thigh, throwing your wet hair back and pushing your nipples out. My cock hardens at the site, excited at how public we are.

You don't seem to care and seem to be retreating into a private world of pleasure as your fingers find your pussy, exposed as your panties had long been lost down the alley. They open your wet slit and stroke your clit. You deliberately expose your wetness to me, knowing I am feeling nervous but excited. You have lost all inhibitions now, and don't care if the taxi driver sees you. You rub your clit with your thumb and push two fingers deep into your ever more wet cunt. You gasp and writhe a little, obviously enjoying the potential danger of the situation and whatever fantasy you are in your mind, your eyes closed and head and neck thrown back.

Your other hand seeks your breasts out and you tweak hard at your own nipples and raise your blouse so they are exposed. You are now in full blown masturbation and I don't know what to do with myself. My cock is raging inside my suit, yet I am not sure I should disturb you or bring further attention to ourselves.

I notice know though that the taxi driver has turned his mirror a little and is glancing frequently at you in it. He has turned down a quite road and is driving very slowly.

You are so far gone now that you are moaning out loud, desperately moaning in your fantasy world. Your fingers are working rapidly on your exposed cunt, your wetness slipping down your thighs, as they enter you and rub at your hard clit. You breasts are flushed and swollen from your rubbing and nipples bigger than I have ever seen.

You do not notice that the car has stopped and the driver has opened the door next to you. I am unsure what to do, but dizzy with excitement, and secretly whilst needing you, wanting to see this young black man with his beautiful looks, fuck you. He has stopped in a dark lane and there is no-one about. He looks at me and realises I want to see him fuck you. You now realise he is there but do nothing except rub harder. 

A small orgasm shudders through you in expectancy as you realise you are going to feel a hard cock inside you again. The taxi driver turns you towards the door so your legs move out side the cab, and he drops his trousers. You open your eyes and look at me and whisper, fuck my mouth, while this beautiful man fucks my cunt!

I shake as I try to undo my trousers, my penis throbbing and hard. You open your legs and the cab driver moves his mouth to your wet pussy and you moan as his tongue enters your moist channel and licks up and onto your clit. He works you expertly, but you are so turned on it only takes a couple of minutes before you are gasping wildly and grabbing me above your head tightly. Your breasts are red swollen and flushed with orgasm. 

My cock is now as thick as I think it has ever been and I release it above you and move above you. At the same time the young black cab driver, takes his cock out, and it must be all of 9 ½ inches long and very thick. I feel inadequate but soon forget that as you draw my glans into your hot mouth, and begin to suck on me expertly. At the same time the cab driver pushes his enormous cock into your wet cunt. You are so wet that he enters you easily, but you still feel unbelievably full as he pushes his full length deep inside you.

As he thrusts you increase your fellatio on me and I feel dizzy with emotion. I watch as this stranger fucks you wildly, he slams into you with force and you moan and every push. I feel your licking and sucking tighten as an orgasm begins to well inside you. I can see the young man speeding up, his body tight and muscular as he grabs at you and thrusts deeper. You suck harder and I explode into your mouth as the cab driver collapses onto you as he pumps his semen deep into your pussy. The orgasm that crashes through you is so intense you almost bite me, but the gently lick me as you ride each smaller wave.

For a moment there is silence, the we all gather ourselves up and resume our journey. It is almost dream like as though it didn't happen. When we get out, the driver takes the fare and drives off without a word. We walk to the hotel room and shower, stroking each other and holding each other still glowing from the evening sexploits.

As you are still showering I get out and towel myself off. You say to me that I am not to go to sleep as you want to fuck me some more, and not have the night end yet. I laugh and say OK and walk through to the room. While you are in the shower I make a call to surprise you.

I then roll a nice big joint. The grass we have bought in this fine city of Amsterdam is superb and has made us both horny as hell since we had our first toke that morning. You come out of the shower naked as I am taking my first puff. I pass the joint to you and you stand in front of the full-length mirror admiring yourself. You have a pink glow from the shower and your nipples are standing hard and proud again, the joint making your sexual feelings relax and flood through you once more. You stand and touch your pussy with one hand, casually puffing away with the other. I can see that your eyes are closed, and god only knows where that sexy mind of yours has taken you.

I move up behind you my cock stiffening and hold u from behind, reaching around you and caressing your full swollen breasts. You feel my thick hard cock in your back and it makes you wet. You open your eyes and place the joint in an ashtray to sit for later. You then turn to me and kiss me hard, my cock pressing into your stomach as we hungrily eat at each other. You reach down and feel my thickness and moan gently at its size. In a swift movement you have moved down my body and once more my thick cock feels the delightful warm wetness of the inside of your mouth. Your tongue licks at me with a deft expertness, and I groan out loud as I watch you bopping onto me in front of me. Your back now to the mirror, I can see your full swollen pussy below your bum, and I need it.

I pull you up and kiss you again. I whisper into your ear for you to sit down as I have a surprise for you. You do so and I get from our shopping bags from earlier in the day some fur covered handcuffs. I ask you to lie on the bed in front of the mirror and put your hands above your head. You giggle and do so. I cuff them to the bedstead, and return to the bag. When I turn around I notice you opening your legs and looking at your open cunt in full view of the mirror. As I return to you, I bop down and give it a long lick to tease, making you arch your back in delight.

You then notice what I have in my hands. It is a set of ankle cuffs, with a long chain between them. I cuff them to your ankles and hook the chain around the back of your neck. You now have your knees lifted up and your cunt is spread wide waiting whatever delights the evening may yet bring. Oh fuck me sexy you moan I need you now. Not yet I reply.

I return to the bag, you are amazed I had time to buy all this stuff when you had gone clothes shopping. I pull out a thick 8-inch jelly vibrator and switch it on, and it buzzes into life. I suck it and wet it with my saliva. The sight of me with a cock in my mouth seems to excite you and you smile. I move closer and kiss your mouth, then your neck and whilst doing that I buzz around your proud hard nipples. You moan as my mouth goes ever lower, licking across your flat stomach and then engulfing your hot wet cunt, seeking your clit out with a teasing tongue.

As I lick at you, you feel your desire growing ever more intense 'oh fuck me please fuck me ' you say. I instead continue to lick at you then I push the thick vibe slowly and deeply into your open cunt, u unable to do anything but accept its thick girth into your private innermost depths. You push your head back and moan. I push it all the way and slide it out again slowly and deliberately. You try to push your hips towards it as best you can. I then leave it full inside you and pull a blindfold from the bag and put it on you, I whisper enjoy yourself, as you hear the door go!

You are both a little scared and very excited. You feel the thick fake cock buzzing inside you and whispering voices but you cannot make anything out.

Then you feel hot breath on your ear, it is moaning gently and licking at you with its heat. You are shaking with anticipation and fear. A hand takes the vibe and begins to push it in and out of you again and again you feel a hot mouth on your clitoris. There is something different this time and somehow more experienced. You decide not to be scared, whoever it is fantastically good at it and you wallow in the wonderful caresses of this tongue. You feel an orgasm build, The person is pushing the cock in and out of you fast now and also using their tongue so expertly on you you think you might explode with intensity! A massive orgasm crashes over you and you gasp almost inaudibly at its power.

The tongue licking continues and wave after wave of orgasm continues to crash over you. Then someone removes your blindfold and you see who is on your wetness. It is one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Her blonde hair falls over your thighs as she sucks at you, and she is gasping too, and now you know why, you see me pushing my huge erection deep into her arse. She is loving it, and it is showing as she gives you the best cunnilingus you have ever experienced. The sight of me pounding into this beautiful woman's arse makes you even more horny and another orgasm floods over you.

I am then out of her and she has stopped. You are still bound and are now forced to watch as I kiss this woman passionately tasting you on her. This sight seems to turn you on even more. I had only intended to kiss her, but you react with a moan of pleasure, and I decide to continue. I caress this woman's large full breasts, they crush against my chest as I lift her up and in one movement I lift her light body onto my cock. She lets out a scream of pleasure as I push my cock into her wet cunt. Her head flies back and her long blond hair cascades down her back. Her large breasts stand proud and I pull one of her hard brown nipples into my mouth. My cock fills her as she rocks on it in blind pleasure.

I look at you and notice you are very wet, and gasping. You are about to come at the sight of it and I love it. I thrust upwards and the stranger yelps with a shuddering orgasm as I fill her with all my throbbing cock and spurt my hot semen deep inside that beautiful young tight cunt. You shiver with orgasm at the sight of it.

I relax and the girl climbs off me. We kiss and she leaves the room. Then I move to undo your shackles. I say nothing and leave to the shower room with the girl. You gather your composure and get up to follow suit... 
Back in that alley, dressing after such fantastic sex, wet through from the rain, both still light headed and tingly from the experience. We walk back into the street and get a cab. I look at you sat there, soaked. Your nipples are still hard and pressing through the fabric of your blouse. My cock stirs again, growing thick in my suit trousers. You notice me shuffle uncomfortably and notice a lump in my trousers. The cab driver seems oblivious, and you hitch your skirt up a little and begin to stroke inside your thigh, throwing your wet hair back and pushing your nipples out. My cock hardens at the site, excited at how public we are.

You don't seem to care and seem to be retreating into a private world of pleasure as your fingers find your pussy, exposed as your panties had long been lost down the alley. They open your wet slit and stroke your clit. You deliberately expose your wetness to me, knowing I am feeling nervous but excited. You have lost all inhibitions now, and don't care if the taxi driver sees you. You rub your clit with your thumb and push two fingers deep into your ever more wet cunt. You gasp and writhe a little, obviously enjoying the potential danger of the situation and whatever fantasy you are in your mind, your eyes closed and head and neck thrown back.

Your other hand seeks your breasts out and you tweak hard at your own nipples and raise your blouse so they are exposed. You are now in full blown masturbation and I don't know what to do with myself. My cock is raging inside my suit, yet I am not sure I should disturb you or bring further attention to ourselves.

I notice know though that the taxi driver has turned his mirror a little and is glancing frequently at you in it. He has turned down a quite road and is driving very slowly.

You are so far gone now that you are moaning out loud, desperately moaning in your fantasy world. Your fingers are working rapidly on your exposed cunt, your wetness slipping down your thighs, as they enter you and rub at your hard clit. You breasts are flushed and swollen from your rubbing and nipples bigger than I have ever seen.

You do not notice that the car has stopped and the driver has opened the door next to you. I am unsure what to do, but dizzy with excitement, and secretly whilst needing you, wanting to see this young black man with his beautiful looks, fuck you. He has stopped in a dark lane and there is no-one about. He looks at me and realises I want to see him fuck you. You now realise he is there but do nothing except rub harder. 

A small orgasm shudders through you in expectancy as you realise you are going to feel a hard cock inside you again. The taxi driver turns you towards the door so your legs move out side the cab, and he drops his trousers. You open your eyes and look at me and whisper, fuck my mouth, while this beautiful man fucks my cunt!

I shake as I try to undo my trousers, my penis throbbing and hard. You open your legs and the cab driver moves his mouth to your wet pussy and you moan as his tongue enters your moist channel and licks up and onto your clit. He works you expertly, but you are so turned on it only takes a couple of minutes before you are gasping wildly and grabbing me above your head tightly. Your breasts are red swollen and flushed with orgasm. 

My cock is now as thick as I think it has ever been and I release it above you and move above you. At the same time the young black cab driver, takes his cock out, and it must be all of 9 ½ inches long and very thick. I feel inadequate but soon forget that as you draw my glans into your hot mouth, and begin to suck on me expertly. At the same time the cab driver pushes his enormous cock into your wet cunt. You are so wet that he enters you easily, but you still feel unbelievably full as he pushes his full length deep inside you.

As he thrusts you increase your fellatio on me and I feel dizzy with emotion. I watch as this stranger fucks you wildly, he slams into you with force and you moan and every push. I feel your licking and sucking tighten as an orgasm begins to well inside you. I can see the young man speeding up, his body tight and muscular as he grabs at you and thrusts deeper. You suck harder and I explode into your mouth as the cab driver collapses onto you as he pumps his semen deep into your pussy. The orgasm that crashes through you is so intense you almost bite me, but the gently lick me as you ride each smaller wave.

For a moment there is silence, the we all gather ourselves up and resume our journey. It is almost dream like as though it didn't happen. When we get out, the driver takes the fare and drives off without a word. We walk to the hotel room and shower, stroking each other and holding each other still glowing from the evening sexploits.

As you are still showering I get out and towel myself off. You say to me that I am not to go to sleep as you want to fuck me some more, and not have the night end yet. I laugh and say OK and walk through to the room. While you are in the shower I make a call to surprise you.

I then roll a nice big joint. The grass we have bought in this fine city of Amsterdam is superb and has made us both horny as hell since we had our first toke that morning. You come out of the shower naked as I am taking my first puff. I pass the joint to you and you stand in front of the full-length mirror admiring yourself. You have a pink glow from the shower and your nipples are standing hard and proud again, the joint making your sexual feelings relax and flood through you once more. You stand and touch your pussy with one hand, casually puffing away with the other. I can see that your eyes are closed, and god only knows where that sexy mind of yours has taken you.

I move up behind you my cock stiffening and hold u from behind, reaching around you and caressing your full swollen breasts. You feel my thick hard cock in your back and it makes you wet. You open your eyes and place the joint in an ashtray to sit for later. You then turn to me and kiss me hard, my cock pressing into your stomach as we hungrily eat at each other. You reach down and feel my thickness and moan gently at its size. In a swift movement you have moved down my body and once more my thick cock feels the delightful warm wetness of the inside of your mouth. Your tongue licks at me with a deft expertness, and I groan out loud as I watch you bopping onto me in front of me. Your back now to the mirror, I can see your full swollen pussy below your bum, and I need it.

I pull you up and kiss you again. I whisper into your ear for you to sit down as I have a surprise for you. You do so and I get from our shopping bags from earlier in the day some fur covered handcuffs. I ask you to lie on the bed in front of the mirror and put your hands above your head. You giggle and do so. I cuff them to the bedstead, and return to the bag. When I turn around I notice you opening your legs and looking at your open cunt in full view of the mirror. As I return to you, I bop down and give it a long lick to tease, making you arch your back in delight.

You then notice what I have in my hands. It is a set of ankle cuffs, with a long chain between them. I cuff them to your ankles and hook the chain around the back of your neck. You now have your knees lifted up and your cunt is spread wide waiting whatever delights the evening may yet bring. Oh fuck me sexy you moan I need you now. Not yet I reply.

I return to the bag, you are amazed I had time to buy all this stuff when you had gone clothes shopping. I pull out a thick 8-inch jelly vibrator and switch it on, and it buzzes into life. I suck it and wet it with my saliva. The sight of me with a cock in my mouth seems to excite you and you smile. I move closer and kiss your mouth, then your neck and whilst doing that I buzz around your proud hard nipples. You moan as my mouth goes ever lower, licking across your flat stomach and then engulfing your hot wet cunt, seeking your clit out with a teasing tongue.

As I lick at you, you feel your desire growing ever more intense 'oh fuck me please fuck me ' you say. I instead continue to lick at you then I push the thick vibe slowly and deeply into your open cunt, u unable to do anything but accept its thick girth into your private innermost depths. You push your head back and moan. I push it all the way and slide it out again slowly and deliberately. You try to push your hips towards it as best you can. I then leave it full inside you and pull a blindfold from the bag and put it on you, I whisper enjoy yourself, as you hear the door go!




Alley Fuck



I lay on the ground on my side in the alley listening to the grunts and moans. My skirt was too low and was restricting movement so I lifted it up a bit, then reached back down to my panties and continued rubbing my cock through the lace. My head bobbed up and down, my wig bounced its bangles against my forehead as my lips clenched the cock in front of me. The big, rough man behind me continued to soundly fuck my asshole, his hips slapping against my bottom making it jiggle, causing my gold, hoop earrings to jingle softly. With every thrust my cock bounced, and my earrings made their delicate music. It was so intoxicating. I wish I knew who these men were, and if they were safe to be around. I didn't even know what would happen to me when they were done, but for the moment it was pure bliss.

"You little whore, you like feeling that hard cock pounding your little tv-pussy, don't you," male #1 grunted in my ear causing me to shiver. I felt saliva and pre-cum running down my chin as I worked my mouth on the hard cock from male #2. He held my head in his hands and pushed my head up and down. While I rubbed my cock with one hand, I jerked off the man's cock into my mouth, knowing that unless he stopped me I would soon taste his cum.

Meanwhile, I was leaking pre-cum all over my panties. I pulled my cock out and began stroking it using the fluid as lubricant. I must have looked a sight on the floor of the alley, my black mini up around my hips, garters stretched to reach the black thigh-highs, black lace panties pushed roughly aside, one leg up in the air to accommodate the hard-on in my ass, the black stilleto catching the glare of the streetlamp. My blue silk blouse was partially ripped off, underneath visible the black satin bra on my slender chest, my nipples hard against the material. My medium length brown wig encircled my girlish face, framing my dark-burgundy lips, glistening brown eyelids and waxed eyebrows as I slurped away on the juicy lollipop fate had given me.

Male #2 began to mumble nasty words to me, and all of a sudden stopped moving, his leg muscles tight and his hands firmly holding on to my head, my wig, my identity. I knew what to expect, and I readied myself as I felt the first spurt come. Have you ever tasted cum? It is strange, tasting it, almost like smelling it with your mouth, it tastes like you would think it would, I could taste his now as his cock spasmed a powerful spurt coming out, such a huge amount at once it poured out of my mouth. I quickly swallowed and more came from the quivering cockhead filling my mouth with the delicious fluid, heavy thick cum running down my chin, drops hitting the concrete, until he finished his ejaculation. I swallowed everything I could, then I licked around the head, the tip, I squeezed his balls to drain the last bit down. I final pearl appeared on the tip which I licked off and gave his prick a gentle kiss.

All through this, Male #1 had not stopped his insistent pounding away. As male #2 pulled away and sat against the wall, I turned my thoughts back to what was going on in my lower half. He was now stroking my thigh and calling me his good little cunt, telling me how good fucking my ass felt. I had to slow down on stroking my cock as I was getting near climaxing, and I wanted to enjoy the way his lengthy cock felt in me. In and out I felt the slippery thing go, sliding easily in my well-stretched ass. I put my arm around my leg to keep it in the air as it was getting tired. Without the cock in my mouth my moans became louder, I didn't care, although we were near the club, because it was 2am, and all people would see was a slut being banged in an alley by two guys.

He began fucking me so hard that my moans were turning into utterances of stuttered gibberish; in other words he was fucking me silly. "Oh God, fuck my little ass," I moaned, my voice husky, but sluttishly feminine. It had taken me a lot of practice to get that right. Suddenly I felt him tense up, his hips began shaking and I felt his warm fluid began to spurt into me, cumming as he did, ropes of cum unleashed on my asshole. I was his little cock-slave, his cum concubine, and nothing would have made me happier as I began to cum as well I moaned and moaned and said things I don't remember. My ass-cunt spasmed against his hard-on and I heard him groan each time.

After a few moments we had both calmed down. He gave my neck a kiss and withdrew his penis. He and his friend left the alley. I lay there for a few more minutes, relishing the beautiful, calm, moonlit night, a very satisfied slut. 



Alley Fuck Before Her Wedding Day



This happened after a major row, alcohol fuelled, with my girlfriend. I stalked out of the flat we were living in on the edge of town and made my way down to the old town area of the city. It's an area where alcohol is available cheaply and the music is loud. The people are a bit younger than me (some of them are much younger – I'm 43) but I wanted the privacy that comes with crowds and I sat alone for several hours, drinking cheap gin and adding to the sense of injustice I felt. Bitch! 

Time came when I didn't fancy it any more though, and I knew I'd have to make my way back and start the whole business of making up. I stood up and left the bar and made my way outside. A scent of cheap fast food and the noise of the crowds passing happily up and down the street didn't improve my mood. 

"Excuse me, mate." A voice, seemingly addressed to me, came from an alleyway on my left. A girl in her mid twenties was there – seemed respectable enough. 

"My friend's in a bit of trouble. Could you come and look at her for me? She's drunk too much and I don't know if she's safe. She indicated the deeper, darker part of the alley. 

Well, I don't normally walk down dark passages with complete strangers but I was feeling differently to usual and thought it might be a good thing to do something for someone else instead of thinking about myself so I muttered assent and followed her into the darkness. 

I could see her friend leaning on a wall halfway down. She was about the same age as her mate, and wearing the traditional local weekend garb of short skirt and high heels; thin blouse (did I mention it was winter and the temperature was hovering around zero? – no problem for a north east girl). Her mouth was open a little slackly and there was a vacant expression in her eyes. 

"Deborah, the man's come to look at you and se if you're OK, " the girl said. "What do you think, mate?" 

Truth to tell she didn't look too bad to me. "Got a bit of drink in her, I'd say" I replied, "but she doesn't look in any danger." The girl smiled at me. 

"That's good, mister – it's Deborah's wedding next week and to tell you the truth what she really needs is a quick, hard fuck to send her on her way. Can you help?" 

I admit I was surprised – I really hadn't thought this was on the cards but the drink was in me and the girl's words acted on me immediately. I could feel my cock crawling its way to hardness inside my pants. But I thought I should make a display of reluctance before anything happened – and I still wasn't sure it would or should. I didn't want to be taken through the town on a rape charge in the middle of Saturday night. I needed to see What Deborah felt first. 

"I'd love to help – but this girl looks a little out of it to me, " I said with a smile. "Don't want anyone to regret anything in the morning." 

Deborah opened her eyes at this point and looked me straight in the face. Speaking a little slowly she said, "you look like you'll do mister. But I like to know who I'm fucking – what's your name?" 

"Jeremy, " I replied – but are you really up for this?" 

Deborah turned to her friend and said – "piss off Julie – I'll see you later." And with that Julie moved off and the two of us were alone. 

"Now to tell you the truth, Jeremy, I don't want this to take too long, " she said. A quick one up against the wall is what I'm looking for, with no kissing, understand? Something to remember on my wedding day is what I need. OK with that?" And with that she reached out and squeezed my balls through my 501s. 

Well you can't help being aware of your surroundings at a time like this and I knew that anyone could come by at any moment. But the booze was in me, my cock was like a bar of iron and the whole business was so sordid – in other words, erotic - that I decided to take what was being offered to me on a plate. 

I repaid the compliment – reached over and snaked a hand up her tiny skirt. Was I surprised to find no knickers? – I was not. Her cunt was hairy to the touch and her pubes slightly matted – I guessed she'd had time to think about this moment. 

Anyway, she groaned when my index finger made contact with her pussy lips and slid up her slot. I found her clit straight away and rubbed it a couple of times which made her clench her teeth and say something quietly to herself. She seemed to be talking to someone called Gary! 

She pulled me closer and started to unbutton my jeans. My prick was stretching the fabric of my pants and a wet spot had appeared at the tip of the cock head. She freed up my cock and shoved my jeans and pants roughly down my legs. They stopped just below my knees, which was enough for me. My turn to groan – she was pulling the foreskin over my slick knob with a rolling motion and I could feel the sensation all the way down to my balls. Pure heaven in fact. 

Deborah said to me, "OK Jeremy, let's see what you're like." She leaned back, hitched her skirt up around her waist and stood there looking at me. In the dim light I could just see the juices on her pussy glistening. I moved forward to enter her and she stopped me with a push of the hand. 

"One more thing, Jeremy – when you get inside me, make it hard and fast. No fucking about, OK?" And make sure you come inside me – I don't want a mess." I nodded – I was on the point of shooting my load anyway. 

I pushed her back against the wall, took my aching cock in my right hand and placed it at the entrance of her hole. I gave it one wipe up and down her slot, then shoved my prick inside her with a thrust of the hips and a grunt. 

She promptly went completely crazy , wrapping her arms around my neck, tearing at my shirt and grabbing hard to get me inside her. She began moaning in time to my frenzied thrusts and babbling filth in my ear as she timed her lunges at me to expertly match my pumping. 

We weren't going to last long. This was without parallel in my sexual experience and I had to work hard not to groan too loudly as we fucked wildly. My denims were round my ankles, my shirt collar was torn and I could feel us both moving rapidly to climax. I grunted something about coming in Deborah's ear and she responded by scratching my exposed neck with her nails as I let go and pumped my spunk deep inside her cunt at the same moment as she threw her head back and came loudly - and a couple of camera bulbs flashed. 

I was completely wrecked – panting, clothes all over the place, cock still semi-hard after withdrawing from her snatch and come dripping from the end. Deborah, on the other hand, was clearly in better condition, exchanging words with her friends, six of who were crowded round us congratulating her loudly on the perfect hen night. They didn't spend much time on me, but Julie did thank me sweetly and offer to send me a picture if I let her have my address. I didn't see why not and a print did arrive a few days later, showing the two of us at the point of orgasm; Deborah's mouth wide open and back, me with gritted teeth and my cock nuts-deep inside her. 

I hoped, since they had my address, that I might hear from them again, but no deal. At least I felt able to go home to my girlfriend with a story of having been accosted by thugs who'd torn my shirt – even got a sympathy fuck later on that night, but I can't claim it was anything as good as what had happened earlier.



Alley Lessons



Alley Lessons

Every once in a while, a girl needs an ego boost.  Not so much an opportunity for a one-night stand, those are a dime a dozen.  But just the chance to tease some men and build my ego is good for the self-esteem. Provided I'm not so horny that I really AM just looking for a one-night stand of wild, crazy, falling off the bed monkey sex. After all, a certain gleam in a girls eye and presenting herself in such a way that anyone in the room can see she's good and she knows it is very appealing.  Ok, so it's an ego trip. So what?

Sitting at the bar and watching all the men and women striking poses and trying to get each other’s attention, really is a study in human mating rituals.  It's sad though, that most of the men have to catch a buzz before they have the balls to approach a woman.  And the women have to catch a buzz, before they have the guts to flirt with some confidence.

I sit straight but relaxed, chatting friendly with the bartender as I watch the crowd.  A few men have approached me already, but I'd flirt and then give some reason why I wasn't interested in them.  I love their compliments, but I just accept them for the purpose that they were intended and pretty much do my best to make sure their cocks are saying hello, before I dismiss them.  It's amazing how hard some of them try to get a glimpse of my breasts without being obvious about it.  And they wonder why I have this little grin when I talk to them? HA! Silly men.

But I notice one man, who seems to be paying more attention to my fun and games than to the rest of the crowd.  He is quiet and confident in the way he sits.  He definitely looks like a no BS kind of man, but there's this growing flame in his eyes.  I'm not too sure why he looks like he's getting irritated, to say the least, until I'm approached by yet another brave soul eager to grope me.

It's then that I realize, he knows what I'm up to and it pisses him off!  He doesn't make any move to approach me; so I ham it up extra special with the next would be suitor.  I flash a little more cleavage than usual by bending over more than usual as I laugh at this man’s jokes and put my hand on his knee for extra emphasis.  His joke sucked, but hey, I'm a woman on a mission now.

I finally tire of my suitor’s attempts.  He's much too buzzed to even hold much of a real conversation, so I point out a woman across the dance floor and tell him that she's been watching him.  "Maybe you should go ask her to dance?  I'm just here for a drink then I'm leaving anyway.  And yes, I'm leaving alone."  So he concedes defeat and off he goes.  

It's then that I notice the man that had been watching me isn't there anymore.  I sigh and turn back to my drink, wondering “maybe he was as gutless as the rest after all.  My game backfired and he left.”  

The bartender comes back to me and is about to ask if I want another drink, but before he could ask, a deep voice from behind me says "she's done", and I see a hand slap a 10 on the counter.  I turn and am caught so off guard when I see whom the voice belongs to, that my mouth literally drops open before I can catch myself.

The man, who had been sitting and watching me, was standing so close to me that I could feel his body heat.  I could look right into his eyes and see this fire in them.  It's clear that I caused that spark, but I'm not sure whether it's because he's angry with me, or he's so turned on that he wants to bend me over the bar right now, and take me.

He says nothing more, just grabs me by my arm and drags me behind him out the doors of the club.  He walks so fast I have to practically run to keep up with him.  I'm scared, yet his hand has a strong grip on my arm, and between that, the smell of his skin and the look in his eyes, I think I've finally found a man capable of handling me.  I'm willing to let him drag me without much protest, because I want to see what he had been sitting on that barstool planning for me.

He leads me down a dark, dirty alley.  It's at that point, that I'm not sure whether to cling to him for protection or tear free and run the other way.  Before I have time to decide, he pushes me to my knees, unzips his pants and pulls his cock out.  I have to admit to myself, it is a nice sight, but when he leans over and whispers in my ear "suck it, bitch", I get a little perturbed, to say the least.

I take his cock in one hand, and glare at him as I say through gritted teeth "what makes you think you're any more worthy of my mouth on your cock, than those other pathetic excuses of men who had been coming onto me all night?"

He wraps his hand in my hair and yanks my head back.  I find myself kneeling, holding this strangers cock with my head held back so I couldn't look away if I wanted to.  I try to not wince at the sudden pain of my hair being pulled so hard, so quickly.  I don’t want to give him that satisfaction.  Yet, despite being scared and ticked off, I feel a warmth rising.  Rising from between my legs, to be precise.  He smiles this little, confident smile and tells me "because I know what you want, what you need and I have the cure for your little prick teasing games".

I say nothing, but in a small act of concession (dare I say submission? nah, he's not worthy of that...yet) I open my mouth slightly and that fire in his eyes grows brighter. He doesn't release my hair, but instead, forces my face to his cock.  I find myself so turned on that I don't even take the time to lick or tease as I normally would.  I simply take as much of him in my mouth as I can.  I don't stroke at first.  I just suck firmly, while I run my tongue quickly back and forth along the underside of the head of his cock.  I run my hands up the backs of his muscular legs until I reach his ass.  I dig my nails into his cheeks and pull his pelvis towards my mouth, very effectively driving his cock into my throat.  That’s when I finally hear him moan.  That’s also when I know I can take back a little of the control he so arrogantly thinks he has over me.

The taste of his skin is intoxicating and with a moan, I pull back a little, enough so that I can stroke him with my mouth.  I squirm because of the pavement digging into my knees but the cum dripping down my thighs soon takes over my thoughts.  One hand still on his ass, I yank his shirt out from the waistline of his slacks and I run my hand slowly up his belly and to his chest.  Using my nails, I lightly scratch.  Not enough to leave lasting marks, but hard enough that he knows how much I’m enjoying his warm skin and the soft hair of his chest.  All the while, I am testing his cock to discover the most sensitive parts.  I have found that the top of the head is just as sensitive as the bottom side, so I change the suction of my mouth so that as I pull back, he feels a popping sensation along the top edge of his head.  I press my tongue hard against the underside of his head and tilt my head slightly back so the roof of my mouth rubs the top of it.  I can feel his knees give a little as I increase the speed of my strokes. 

I can sense partly by his breathing and in larger part, by the amazing size that the head of his cock has swollen to, that he is about to cum.  He thought he could just order me to swallow him?  “Oh no, I don’t think so!” I say to myself.  So to remind him of who has whose world in their hands, I bite down.  Respectful of this beautiful cock in my mouth, I don’t bite hard enough to wound.  But definitely hard enough to stop his rising orgasm.

He jerks his hips back and yanks me to my feet by my hair.  Roughly reaching down the front of my dress as he pins me to the brick wall behind me, he pinches my nipples unmercifully, evoking a yelp.  He leans into me so our faces are only an inch or two apart and tells me “No, you don’t get control.  You had your fun in the club.  This is about you meeting your match.  The one person who can’t be manipulated by your pretty, teasing mouth or batting your eyes.”  I stare at his mouth as he tells me the words I’ve always waited for.  His lips and his words mesmerize me.  I desperately wish he’d just kiss me.  He leans into me, releasing my hair and my now bared breasts, he slowly begins to lift my skirt as his cheek brushes mine, with his lips to my ear “beg me” is all he says.  I let out a stubborn groan of frustration.  I grab onto his biceps and squeeze, making my frustration very apparent and tell him “just fuck me!”  

He pushes his forearm against my upper chest, pinning me back again.  He reaches beneath my dress and gently rubs my soaking wet lips.  With one finger between them, he rubs ever so gently.  I relax with his gentle touch, hoping that he doesn’t stop.  Just as I relax, he roughly shoves his fingers deep inside me, leaving his thumb free to press hard against my rock hard clit.  I scream and push my pelvis forward as I drive down onto his hand, cumming instantly all over his hand.  He continues to pump his fingers inside me.  Spreading them apart and me with them, then pushing deep inside me and bending his fingers towards him, until he finds my g-spot.  He knows instantly when he finds it because my eyes open wide, and I moan loudly.  Almost at once, wave upon wave of intense orgasm rushes over my body, causing even my breasts to flush.  I cum so hard so many times, that I’m unaware of the number of orgasms.  Only that my body is absolutely warm and relaxed.  He moves his arm away from my chest and wraps it around my waist as his hand that is inside of me remains still, feeling my body gradually relaxing from the inside.  

He removes his hand, dripping with cum from my pussy.  He kisses me hard and with the same hand, reaches around and rubs my cum onto my asshole.  I instantly tense up, knowing what he wants of me.  He uses his other hand to hold my knee so my leg is around his waist, this giving him complete access to my ass.  He slowly pushes one finger inside me and twists slightly as he pulls it back out.  My cum is still running out of my pussy and he uses it to continue to lube my ass.  Suddenly, he turns me around and bends me over a crate that was left in the alley.  He lifts my skirt far above my waist and drives his cock deep and hard into my cunt.  I scream as his cock hits my cervix.  The pleasure is incredible!  I start to see stars but before I can cum again, he pulls out and presses the head of his cock to my ass.  

He yanks my head up by my hair and growls into my ear “You refused to beg me to fuck you, now, you can either submit to having your ass thoroughly fucked, or you can beg me not to.”  

“Fuck you!” I yell.  

“Then have it your way, that is, after all, what you’re used to.”  And with those words, he pushes my head back down as he slowly pushes his cock into my ass.  He could have caused me intense pain, but I soon find that this dominant man isn’t a rogue by the way he holds my ass cheeks open, rubbing and massaging them as he slowly and gently enters me.  He rubs my low back and begins to slap my ass when I tense up, which takes my mind off the discomfort and I feel only the pleasure of being spread open and filled.

Once he is completely inside me, he begins to stroke himself with my ass.  He slowly pulls out until just the head of his cock is in me, then slowly pushes deep back inside me until I feel his hips pressing against my ass and his thighs pressed against mine.  I can feel him swelling inside me and his cock presses against my g-spot from beneath with every completed stroke.  My need to cum is growing as quickly as his need.  But he just keeps stroking me slowly, maddeningly slowly.  I finally can’t take anymore.  I ask him, in a small voice “Please fuck me harder.”  

His only response as he continues to slowly fuck my ass “beg me.”  

I wait a few seconds, but I can’t take it.  It’s worth the begging.  So I say it.  “Please fuck my ass hard!”  

He replies “louder.”  

But in my frustration I only scream “Fuck!”  I can hear my own pulse, I’m barely able to think, let alone voice the words he wants to hear.

He drives into me to the hilt, and holds still.  Waiting.  I try to tease him into what I want by wiggling my ass and rotating my hips.  He simply grabs my pelvis and holds me still.   Finally, with every bit of passion I can muster, in a near sobbing voice “Please! Please fuck my ass hard!”

At this point, I feel him grab my hips hard, he pulls back until he is nearly all the way out of me, then slams deep inside me.  He pulls back, and again slams hard into me.  Each stroke is a little bit faster until he is using my hips to pull me back to meet his every hard, fast stroke.  It doesn’t take me long before I’m screaming as I cum hard, my muscles flexing, squeezing him even harder and forcing my own juices to flow down my thighs from my cunt.  Between hearing my own pulse and my screams, I barely hear him yelling between gritted teeth as his cock swells so hard that I can feel every vein.  He pumps his cock into me with short, fast strokes, his fingers digging into my waist as I feel a heat spreading inside me.  

He remains inside me as he enjoys the throbbing of my ass along with the throbbing of his cock.  Eventually, when his cock finally stops twitching, he slowly pulls himself out of me.  I hear him zip up his pants and I stand up, pushing my skirt down but not turning around to face him.  I’m humiliated.  Defaced.  Not because of what I just did with him, but because I lost.  I’m not used to losing.

“Turn around.” He commands in a low voice.

Too exhausted to argue or put up a fight, I first pull the front of my dress back up, then turn around with my head down.  

“Look at me.”  He again commands.  But I simply look to the side.  He touches my chin and brings my face around to him.

“You did well.  You reacted exactly as I thought you would.  You weren’t disappointing in the least.  But rather, I’m very pleased.  Don’t be ashamed that you begged.”

I see this as my last chance to save face.  I manage a small, crooked smile and say “I got to cum, and hard, thanks to you.  You were wonderful.”  He just smiles back, a hint of evil in his grin.



Alley Rendezvous



(To the reader: The story you are about to read is told in a completely new style for me. I was recently contacted by a fan and only inspired both this detour into minimal narration and the story itself. For these things I thank her. 

I enjoyed writing in this fashion, it was a nice change of pace. I found it to be more driven... more breathtaking... a kind of panting method. I hope you all enjoy it as well and look forward to reading your comments.

For those readers who prefer my normal style, I assure you this is but a temporary detour and I will be submitting some more of my usual, longer-winded narrations soon.

PRECAUTIONARY DISCLOSURE: all characters in the following story are above the age of 18.)

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I see you... walking... I hear you... your boot heals... on the sidewalk... I watch you... come nearer... nearer... I am waiting... at the alley's entrance... waiting for you... waiting... we meet... my cock twitches... it's you... the way you look... you are sexy... so hot... a skirt... a blouse... your legs... wrapped in those boots...

We enter the alley... without a word... back in... back along the concrete walls... beneath the hazy lights... we walk... our bodies close... so close... feeling one another's heat... but we don't touch... not yet... not yet...

Back in the alley... hidden from the two streets... we stop... turn... face each other....

I stare down... into your eyes... into your soft eyes... you return my gaze... silently we speak... our eyes do the talking... tell each other what we want... what we need...

I reach out... my fingers brush your cheek... slip back... tickle your ear... touch the back of your head...

And I snap...

My patience is gone...

My hunger roaring...

I jerk you to me... pull your face to mine... you lift up... on your toes... raise yourself... to me... our lips meet... connect... our mouths open... our tongues dive... dive against one another... we kiss... long... hard... we kiss...

Your hands... at my shoulders... grabbing... fingers... gripping... nails... scratching...

My free hand... wraps around you... around your waist... I pull you to me... pull your body into mine... pressing... pressing...

Our bodies rub... rub against one another... my hardening cock... rubs against you... through my pants...

And we kiss... again... and again... kissing... hard... long... passionate... we kiss...

I walk you back... back... back against the wall... pressing you... between it and me... my body hard... hot... heavy against you... my cock... throbbing... grinding against you...

My hand slides down... from your head... to your tit... I cup it... through your blouse... massage it... manipulate it... rub it... fondle it...

We kiss... again... and again... heavy... hard... our lips... pressing... our tongues... diving... swirling...

I pull you against me... pull your body hard against mine... smash you into me...

Our bodies... melting... melding... against one another... rubbing... pressing... my hardening cock... strains against my pants... presses against you... throbs... insistent... throbs... with hunger...the hunger you have ignited...

I cup your tit... massage it... your nipple swells... beneath my hand ... it aches... aches with your need... the need inside your body...

Above us... the hazy street lamps... they offer shadows of illumination... but down here... down here in the alley... backed against the wall... my body melting against you... your lust is lit bright... 

My leg... slips between yours... to press at your crotch... rub at your sex...

You hips jerk... you whimper into my mouth... moaning... sighing... panting...

Your lust fuels mine... makes me hungrier... makes my need boil...

My hand grasps your top... jerks... tears it open... it's expensive... but I don't care... buttons snap free... fall... material rips... between us... cool air flows... washing... swirling... tickling across your exposed flesh...

You gasp... shocked... braking our kiss...

My teeth... catch your bottom lip...

You whimper... pant...

My hand... at your bra... at its front clasp... grabbing... grabbing... hungry... I rip it apart... bare your breasts... expose your swollen nipples... proud little nubs... proud and hard... atop beautiful mounds of flesh... I cover one... flatten the nipple... my fingers... squeezing... squeezing... squeezing...

You pant... moan... gasp...

I nibble on your lip... 

I press myself... against you... harder... rub my cock... against you... insistently...

I want you... I want to feel you... to experience you... I want your sex... your love... your dirty love... 

And you want mine... you want to feel me... inside you... filling you... fucking you...

Our passions... burning... our bodies... boiling... from the inside... our hunger... screaming...

I release your lip... lift you... off the ground... raise your body... up... you wrap your legs around my waist... your tits... before me... before my eyes... beautiful mounds... swollen nipples... aching... I lean in... my breath... across your flesh... washing... dancing...

Your heart... beating... pounding...

As is mine...

I close my lips... around a nipple... suckling it in... into my mouth... my tongue... swirling... licking... over it... licking... the hard nub... licking... suckling... I move... the other nipple... I suckle it too... lick it... also... then I close my teeth... catching your nipple between them... I nibble... my tongue swiping...

Your hand... pushes... at my head's back... your chest... shoves forward... shoves your tit at me... your nipple into my mouth... you feed me your delicate flesh... your aching nipple...your head falls back... you pant... your mouth open... eyes heavy... staring up... up into the night sky...

You gasp... you moan... you cry... more... you want me to do more... to suck your tits... to lick them... to eat your nipples...

I do...

Licking... suckling... nibbling... I taste your flesh... kiss your body... love your breasts... your swollen nipples...

My hand slides down... down along your body... down... along your skirt... down... to the hem... down past it... to reach under... your ass is bare... pantyless... you're naughty... dirty... hot... a sexual dream... my hand... it closes on you... on your flesh... your asscheek... I cup it... hold it... scratch at it... you whimper...

I switch nipples... close my teeth... pull... lick... suckle...

You moan...

My fingers... search... they crawl... crawl along your flesh... across your ass... inching... searching... searching for you... for your sex... your pussy... they find it... between your legs... at your opening... your slit... wet... your juices... flowing... they wet my fingers... lube them... I trace the edges... the very edges of you... of your sex... teasing you... teasing your pussy... 

You moan... gasp... your hips... gyrate... push down... applying pressure... wanting my fingers to enter you... to enter your pussy... your wet pussy... but they don't... they remain near... near your opening... at the edge... so close... so teasingly close... but... they... do... not... enter... you...

I release your nipple... look into your face... ... I see your passion... your desire... your hunger... my cock throbs... its own lust growing...

I lean in again... take a nipple... into my mouth... between my teeth... I nibble... I pull... I suckle...

My finger slips away... away from your pussy... your whimper... sadly... they slide back... back between your asscheeks... your juices trailing with it... trailing to there... to your sphincter... my finger wets it... wets your little brown hole... they massage... caress... rub...

Your body... jerks... twists... rolls between me... and the wall... you push down... on my finger... the tip penetrates... but no further...

You pant... pant and gasp... you whimper...

My finger twirls... rubs the entrance of you... of your ass... massages... lubricates it... with your juices...

Your hands... reach down... between us... grab at my shirt... try to reach my pants... you want them undone... want to release my cock... want it freed... so it... can... enter you...

I suckle... deeply... at your nipple... licking... pulling... 

You moan... your head snaps... to the side... your hands ripping at my clothes...you have to loosen your legs... slightly... to undo my pants... you do so... sadly... but you do it...

My finger slips... from your ass... rubs at your pussy again... at the edge... your juices are flowing... your wet... drenched... hot... needful... hungry... lustful... and so sexy...

So damn sexy...

My pants are loose... I remove my finger... from between your legs... to help push them down... you whimper... the loss effects you... but you know it needs to be...

My pants... down my thighs... my rigid cock... in your hand...

I hold your skirt out of the way...

I lower your body...

You guide my cock...

The head touches you... touches your labia... 

Your juices coat it...

Your breath catches...

You drop lower...

Lower...

Inch... after... inch... penetrates you...

Inch... after... inch... of my cock...

Parting your lips...

Entering you...

Entering your pussy...

I am in you... fully... completely... my cock... buried... in you... in your wet sex...

We hold still... hold each other...your hands... on my shoulders... fingers... gripping... nails... digging... mine on your waist... my body pressing you... pressing you back... against the wall... your head rolls... eyes... closed... mouth... open... sighing... whimpers of delight...

I lift you... raise your hips... just a little... just a couple of inches... your sex... lifts off my cock... only to be lowered again... my cock filling you... again...

Up... again... up... up... just a little more...

Down... back down...

You're so wet...

I'm so hungry...

Up... up... up...

Down... down... I fill you once again...

So wet... so hot...

Soon... a rhythm... our bodies... pumping... rocking... steadily... up... down... in... out... pumping... humping... up... down... feeding... ourselves... to... each... other... 

Rocking... I penetrate you... fully... again... and again...

Humping...I stuff your pussy... your wet pussy... with... my... hard... cock...

Your sex... grips me... squeezes me... my shaft... clutching it... milking it... 

Our bodies... flame... our desire... burn... our loins... broil... 

Your juices... flow... drip... drip... down my thighs... 

You moan... you gasp... you pant...

Our pace... builds... builds...

Your hot... dirty... lustful... 

You fuel my hunger... drive me further... make me sweat... make me pant...

My finger... slips back there... again... back between your asscheeks... search out your sphincter... rub... coat it... with your wetness...

Oh yes... Oh god yes...

I apply pressure... you open for it... allow my finger in... spreading your hole... your little brown hole...

Oh god... Oh god... Yes... Yes...

My finger... buried... in you... there... your ass... your tight little ass... we hammer one another... pound... thrust... drive... our bodies together... my cock... your pussy... thrusting... pounding... slamming... you rock... roll your hips... drive... yourself... on... my... cock...

Yes... Oh god yes... Yes... Yes... Yes...

I push you back harder... shove you back... against the wall... I slam into you... drive my cock deep... deep... into you...

You slut... You whore... You dirty little bitch...

Yes... Yes... Oh god yes...

Harder... faster...

Faster... harder...

Thrusting... driving... pounding...

Faster... harder...

Harder... faster...

Sweat... coats... our... flesh...

Cool air... swirling...

You slut... You whore... You dirty little bitch...

Yes... Yes... Oh god yes...

I suckle... your tit... your nipple... my teeth... nibbling... my tongue... licking... 

Oh god... Oh god... Yes... Yes...

We pound... thrust... drive...

Our bodies... slamming... pounding...

My cock... your pussy... thrusting... slamming...

My finger twirls... inside you... inside your ass...

My cock pumps... feeds you... fucks you...

You feel them... both... rubbing... a thin membrane between them...

You nasty bitch... You dirty slut... You cock hungry whore... 

Oh yes... Oh god yes...

Your orgasm... nears... your body... tenses... your pussy... tightens... around me... around my shaft...

You whimper... gasp... moan... 

Oh yes... Oh god yes... Yes... Yes...

Dirty whore... Nasty slut... Whore... Bitch...

Yes... Oh yes... Oh god yes...

You thrust... down... onto me... onto my shaft... your sex squeezes me... I thrust back... pounding myself up... up into you...

We fuck... hungry... passionate... lustful...

Pounding...

Thrusting...

Driving...

Your nearing orgasm... feeds me... feeds my lust... urges my own climax forward...

Slut... Whore... Cock hungry bitch...

Yes... Oh my god yes... Fuck me... Fuck me...

Yes, you whore... You nasty slut...

Yes... Oh god yes...

Whimpering...

Panting...

Moaning...

Gasping... 

My cock... your pussy...

My finger... your ass...

Fucking...

Thrusting...

Pounding...

You whore... You dirty little whore...

Yes... Yes... Oh god yes...

Suddenly you freeze... your... body... taunt... your nails... dig deep... my shoulders... 

I thrust... I drive... myself... into... you...

At... you...

Whore...

Yes... Yes... Oh god yes, baby...

Your pussy... clamps down.... on me... on my cock... clutching... squeezing... milking... before me you twist... jerk... squirm...

Your orgasm explodes... crashes through you... your entire body tenses... clenches... your muscles tight... your flesh quivering... you whimper... moan... cry out... spasms rocketing... through you... through your body...

You nasty ass whore... Filthy little bitch...

Oh, baby... Oh yes, baby...

I slam my cock into you...

Bury... every... last... millimeter... of its rigid flesh... in your quivering pussy...

You hump back down at me... grind yourself upon my shaft... wriggle your ass on my finger...

Dirty whore... Dirty slut...

Yes baby... Oh god yes ...

We grind together... our bodies melting... our sweats mixing...

I... can't... stand... it... any... longer...

I... thrust... myself... at... you...

Then... freeze...

Inside you... my cock leaps... twitches... jerks... sprays... 

I hiss over and over...

Whore... Slut... Cunt... 

Our orgasms wash through us... our bodies quivering... spasming... our nerves screaming... vibrating...

You grind yourself... roll your hips... feeling my finger... my spraying cock...

You moan again and again...

Oh yes baby... Oh yes...

I hold you... through the orgasms... until they start to fade...

You quiver... through the aftershocks... your legs still around me... 

We breath heavily... gasp for air... even as... our muscles loosen... our bodies... weaken... and my softening cock... slips... from... you...

The end



Alley Slut



I found the house easily enough. It was the one registering 8 on the Richter Scale as the throbbing bass pumped relentlessly from the kind of system Black Sabbath might have considered overkill.

To be honest this was the last place I wanted to be at 1:00 on a cold, drizzly Sunday morning. I had had half a bottle of whiskey and was slumped in my comfy chair in front of a log fire when I was rudely awoken by what I assumed was a wrong number from an excitable Portuguese washer woman, but which turned out to be my daughter, worse for drink, pleading with me to pick her up and take her home as she "felt a little delicate."

This was so annoying. I had assumed that after she hit 18 my responsibilities as taxi driver were over. Furthermore I couldn't drive with that amount of malt heating my veins so I agreed, reluctantly, to walk the mile and a bit and escort her home. This was not such a bad plan, the party was in a rough area, taxis were impossible to come by at that hour, and I needed some fresh air anyway.

With the light drizzle creeping down my neck I ventured forth and knocked the door. A futile gesture since the chance of anyone hearing it was remote, and anyway it was slightly ajar already. A girl suddenly appeared from out of the bushes behind me, followed by a boy of the same age. They looked at me with a mixture of sheepishness and inquisitiveness as though I had an extra head. These kids....they think they invented it don't they?

"Do either of you two know Cherie?"

"Is she in trouble?" asked the boy wide eyed and earnest.

"No, I've come to walk her home"

"Wow, lucky Cherie-" slurred the girl.

"I'm her father!"

"Oh....wow lucky Cherie," she repeated.

"I'll get her" said the boy, and disappeared inside leaving me waiting awkwardly at the porch. The girl was clearly in no state to hold a conversation of any sort so I just tried to find something interesting in the brickwork. Bathed in one of the two ornamental lanterns at the sides of the front door I noticed she was quite beautiful. This, despite the fact that, without the wall to support her, she would have melted into a squashy heap at my feet.

"ijuhasex," she mumbled

"excuse me?"

"Ijusssadsex "

"Oh...that's. Nice"

Not for the first time I wished I was back at the log fire with my feet up nursing a generous glug of Glenlivet

"See?"

And with that she lifted her little dress and exposed her shaved vagina, newly deposited sperm dripping from its folds and down her legs.

"Um...I'll -"

What was the point of finishing the sentence? Taking one more furtive glance at the delicious wet treat I reluctantly pushed the door and went inside to the party from hell, my cock involuntarily fully erect and seemingly about to explode. In another life I would have offered to clean her up with my tongue, but that's what growing up is all about: resisting such temptations

The hot teeming bouncing gyrating bodies of young things swamped me almost immediately as I was jostled about like a rag doll in the sweaty dark hallway. More than once I found myself squeezing past a writhing teenager and felt grateful they were for the most part only semi-conscious or they would certainly have been asking who the old guy with the throbbing bulge was. The smell of dope was everywhere and I was in danger of succumbing to its subtle caress as I found myself jammed tight against the back of a slender young teenager who seemed to be attempting to jack me off with her bottom, barely covered by the shortest skirt I have ever seen. Another 30 seconds and she would have succeeded, I hadn't felt this horny for 20 years....

Fortunately a door opened somewhere upstairs and a shaft of light enabled me to identify the writhing masturbator as my daughter just in the nick of time. Judging from the state of her I doubt she had any notion of who I was, let alone what she had been doing. I tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned to face me and smiled as the fog cleared momentarily in her head. 

"Daddytakemehomenotwell" she spluttered and wrapped her arms round my neck and hung there like some kind of ornate shoulder bag.

After negotiating the sardine tin once more I eventually managed to drag her out into the cold night air as she spluttered in my ear "soberasajudgedaddysoberasafuckinjudge."

The girl from the bush had slumped to the ground and was propped up smoking a cigarette. She waved vaguely as I heaved Cherie out into the street.

"zzacar?"

"I walked. I've been drinking"

She looked at me and held her finger to her mouth in the exaggerated manner of a mime artist

"Ssssh. So have I," she managed to utter in a low stage whisper. 

She looped her arm through mine and we lumbered with all the elegance of a 3 legged platypus towards the park that divided the 2 areas of the neighbourhood.

Gradually the thumping beat of the party dwindled to nothing and the air became still and eerily silent. There are areas of London where one can be completely and utterly alone, even in a population of several million. Only the waning moon afforded any light as we looked out at the vast expanse of nothingness in front of us. Cherie had recovered a little and was now complaining about the cold. Of course I could have pointed out that the usual method of keeping warm in this country is to wear something that actually covers your backside, but that would have seemed a little churlish since I had secretly been admiring her long bare legs and exposed tummy, complete with the obligatory piercing, since we had left the party. She was walking with the all the aptitude of Bambi on the ice and on several occasions her skirt hitched up to reveal her skimpy white panties.

Our walk took us through a series of alleyways, which had the added advantage of sheltering us from the elements. The silence took on a new density in these alleys. Only our footsteps pierced the atmosphere as I cradled Cherie's shoulders. I reflected on the events of the past hour: that girl just exposing herself to me like a bitch on heat, countless grinding contact with nubile bodies, then Cherie almost bringing me off in the middle of a crowded room and now the forbidden close proximity of her body. I couldn't wait to get home and finish myself off, I felt dangerously tempted to just whip out my cock there and then and milk it in front of her, ask questions later. Luckily we weren't too far from home now and -

"Dad, need to pee"

She didn't even give me time to protest. Within the blink of an eye she had squatted down and pulled her knickers to her knees. As the pool of steaming liquid formed under her I took in the sight. I should have looked away but I just couldn't. Bathed in the moonlight I could clearly see every contour of her young hairless vagina gushing its torrent of piss. In that position her lips had eased open. I was powerless. I had to have her there and then.

I hauled her to a standing position, the last dribbles still squirting from her as my hand feverishly pawed at her sodden lips. I reached down and yanked her panties down off her legs and pressed my body against her, 2 of my fingers now inside her hot wet cunt.

"Dad?"

Her eyes shone with lust and disbelief

"Is this what you want, your daddy finger fucking your little hole in an alley? "

Both of us were panting like wild animals as my fingers thrust inside her with increasing speed and urgency, my other hand yanking her top up over her breasts, bare and cold in the night air. 

While I sucked frantically on her rock hard nipples I reached down and unleashed my cock in an instant. She stood wide eyed and incredulous as I rammed the whole thick hard length inside her in one swift movement. I took her hair in my hands and pulled it back tight

"Well child is this what you want?"

"oohh daddy yes, fuck your little girl. Fuck my slutty wet cunt"

That was all it took. With 3 more long deep thrusts I found myself at the very edge of an orgasm. I looked her in the eyes, she was biting her lip hard. She nodded. "Do it"

Thrusting 10 or 11 times I came inside her like a wild horse, each time she let out a scream and a whimper. Suddenly she ran her hand up inside my shirt and dug her nails into my back, scratching so hard I bled

"daddy fuck me...oh fuck me I'm cummmmmmmmmming. Fuck me like a slut"

I felt her muscles quiver and twitch as, with one last scream, she orgasmed as she bore down on my throbbing hard cock and ground into it as though she was trying to unscrew it. 

Gradually our heartbeats subsided. A mixture of emotions crammed into my mind simultaneously. Breathing hard she looked me in the eyes, now completely sober, an eyebrow raised quizzically. 

"You beast. You fucked your daughter. In an alley! You dirty dirty beast"

Again I felt the walls of her vagina pulsate...

Leaning back slightly she looked down. My eyes followed hers as we stared at my still swollen cock embedded inside her. She whimpered and reached for it, massaging our juices round the shaft, under my balls, and finally smearing it on her hard clit. Then she popped her dripping finger into my mouth.

My cock slowly softened until it could no longer defy gravity and slurped out of her with a tiny squelch. She moaned noooo and tried to suck it back inside her with her muscles.

"Come on love, let's get you home"

We glanced back at her knickers soaked in the puddle she had made..

"Don't you want those?"

"Nah dad, we'll come back for them tomorrow"

And we did.



Alley Vampires



Standing in a dark alley staring at the full moon, I thought angrily, "Where the fuck is Aaliyah?"

It wasn't really anger at her as it was simply anger out of frustration and impatience. I'd been standing there for nearly an hour as the Thirst was threatening to consume my very being. I could barely keep my fangs from coming out. I was so thirsty, but anticipation does make the heart grow fonder and my dick throbbed at the thought of tasting blood this night. Yes, the hominis nocturna—vampires exist. We've existed for millennia and even though our kind is well liked in human pop culture, we live amongst them in secret—in the shadows.

The music from the various nightclubs around clashed in the air. The vampiric Thirst made my body hurt with want. I watched groups of people walk past the alley, fighting my hardest not snatch one of them up. I'd sent Aaliyah into one of the clubs to pick our prey for the night. Aaliyah was my protégé and normally I would have gone with her, but she needed to learn how to catch prey without me.

"My Aaliyah," I moaned softly aloud.

The only thing sweeter than the taste of blood was my love for Aaliyah. She was mine and I was hers. I was her first love and sexual partner while she was the first person I'd ever turned. I didn't want the life of a vampire for her, but our love was so strong that I brought her into my world in the midst of our love making. Aaliyah was an exotic beauty with emerald eyes; skin the color of sweet caramel and curly dark brown hair. She had a thick frame and her thickness was mostly in her hips, breasts, and ass just the way I liked it.

She was a sexual deviant too. She had us in threesomes, foursomes, and there was even a blood orgy with some other vampires. I hoped she wasn't trying to get laid inside the club instead of getting us dinner.

"Tariq," Aaliyah's sweet voice called lowly inside my mind.

Whenever on a hunt, we always talked telepathically instead of aloud to avoid human detection.

"Yeah," I replied.

"I've got her," Was all Aaliyah said before suddenly appearing before me with a young lady about twenty years old in her grasp. "Her name's Melanie."

Melanie was pretty; she was a white girl with long blonde hair in a ponytail and had to have had on some of the most revealing clothes I'd ever seen. Nothing was left to the imagination and if we weren't so thirsty, Aaliyah and I would have seduced her.

Aaliyah cocked Melanie's neck to the side, revealing the nape of it as I walked up to her. Melanie's eyes were wide open as she stared into my dark brown eyes. During a hunt I always loved this part; I loved to see the fear in my victim's eyes as they realized their fate even though they were in for a surprise. She trembled furiously in Aaliyah's arms as I leaned down to her ear.

"Don't be afraid, Melanie." I told her softly. "All we want is to feed and you'll be free to go."

"If you scream," Aaliyah spoke up, licking the nape of her neck. "We might have a problem. Do you understand?"

Melanie nodded before Aaliyah and I kissed her square on the lips. We extended our fangs and my protégé fed first. Melanie let out a pained moan as Aaliyah's fangs sank into her neck. The sucking and slurping sounds that came from Aaliyah's mouth turned me on. We were so connected that we felt everything the other did and I could feel the state of ecstasy she was in drinking from Melanie. I could feel her pussy dampening too, but horniness and feeding went hand and hand.

Aaliyah drank her fill and let out a hard gasp, a large amount of blood dripping from her fangs and down her chin. It looked so sexy.

"Mmm, it's your turn, Tariq."

I disappeared than reappeared behind Melanie having switched places with Aaliyah, sinking my fangs just below the two holes where Aaliyah's fangs had been. My eyes curled back in my head when the first drop of crimson life force hit my fangs. The euphoric feeling of drinking blood just can't be described. The more blood I drained from her, Melanie began squirming and Aaliyah laughed at her trying to escape my grasp.

I knew she could feel my dick throbbing on her ass while pre-cum oozed in my boxers. The harder my dick was getting, the harder I sucked on Melanie's neck. I drank until I couldn't drink anymore; coming up for some much needed air.

I unhanded Melanie and she fell to the ground with a harsh thud. Aaliyah and I looked down as she slowly backed away from us before jumping to her feet, running like she had the speed of the Flash.

Aaliyah laughed, "What's eating her?"

I smirked, "We were."

Aaliyah craned her head upward to the sky and next thing she knew, my lips were kissing hers hungrily. She responded instantly in kind as we were in the ecstatic throes of sated blood lust and all reasoning was gone. We fed and now we only cared about one thing—fucking. My hand clamped around her throat, slamming her into a brick wall of the alley. My other hand found her shirt, ripping it open and taking her bare breasts in my hands.

My tongue on her tits created a world of pleasure for my love. With each lick, Aaliyah's nipples sprouted like rosebuds. My hands left her breasts, effortlessly sliding off Aaliyah's pants and panties. My lips found her neck, leaving a trail of kisses on it as my fingertips landed on the face of her pussy.

"Tariq," she moaned as my fingers teased her labia lips and clit.

I found Aaliyah's sweet spot, caressing it until her coochie started creaming. Wanting me inside her, Aaliyah undid my pants quickly, letting them fall around my ankles. Easing to the ground, she took my dick in her mouth and a few minutes of Aaliyah's head game along with her fangs teasing my cock had my eyes curling to the back of my head. Not wanting to cum except inside her, I jerked her head back. As if she weighted nothing, I picked her up and Aaliyah held on tight for the ride I was about to take her on.

As I entered her dripping wet slit Aaliyah's legs instantly wrapped around my waist. Never taking my eyes off her, I ground my hips slowly.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she yelped.

I licked the blood off her chin, stroking Aaliyah's middle rougher as my dick drowned in her wetness. With each pounding stroke I gave her, her titties bounced wildly and the visual was mesmerizing. I pressed my palm against the wall and dug in deeper. My protégé moaned at my pace, but my nonstop soon caused Aaliyah to scream. Her nails dug into my chest, tearing apart my shirt while I hit bottom within her causing her legs to shake violently.

"Damn, Tariq! You're fucking the shit out of this pussy ain't you?"

"Mmmm," I groaned, feeling my knees buckle. "I knew you wanted it, so I'm giving it to you."

"Don't stop. Please don't stop!"

The nut at the tip of my dick was ready to blow and Aaliyah's soft moans lingering in the air was turning me on to the fullest.

"Mmmmm, I'm about to cum, baby." I moaned, placing my face in the crook of her neck.

"Fuck, Tariq!" Aaliyah squealed, squirting her love juices. "Ahhhhhhh! Agggggghghh!"

We came together in an explosion of erotic bliss, my fangs biting into Aaliyah's neck while hers sank into my shoulder. Coming down from our orgasmic high, we made out for a good minute, our fangs clashing.

"Mmm, so what now, baby?" Aaliyah asked.

I smirked, "All these clubs around us and you're asking 'what now'? Let's hit one up and have some fun."

Aaliyah smiled, "Cool. Any chance we could end up bringing someone home with us?"

"After that—oooh, anything's possible tonight," I replied.

We left the alley and rounded the corner. While Aaliyah was looking for a new bedmate, I was looking for that and another feeding. Blood was calling my name. When we entered our first club, our eyes feasted on the live atmosphere and the hot women in the spot. We spotted some vampires in the establishment and instantly locked eyes with them as they flashed their fangs. We flashed ours back and two female vamps lashed their tongues at us.

I swallowed hard and grinned, "Tonight's going to be good."



Alley Whore



I scope out your sexy, trashy outfit as I drive my car up to the sidewalk where you stand. I love your fuckme boots and your torn, seamed stockings. Very street-corner-whore-ish! I decide to pick you up this time around! We speak only to negotiate a price of $100 but I brow beat you down to $50. I make you go down on me in the car while I drive to a filthy back alley. I'd normally unload my balls into your dirty mouth holding you by the back of your head on my cock forcing you to swallow all of my seed. But I hold back tonight telling you I have other plans to use your mouth tonight. I pull into the grungy alley and put you on the hood of the car and lift up your skirt and pull your soaked panties aside. I'm surprised you have any on. I eat out your nasty slutty cunt even though other men may have previously dropped their nut batter inside. Telling you what a skanky slut you are and how you probably get off whether you are paid or not.

What a sloppy mess you are, soaking wet. I lick your fleshy pussy lips, sucking on them, stabbing my tongue into your fuck-tunnel. Then I suck on your hard clit pushing the hood back with my upper lip flicking the tip with my tongue until you cum and cum again. Your ass bounces around as you thrust your nasty cunt against my mouth.

I make you stand, turn around and bend you over the car hood, complimenting you on what a good whore you are today taking direction so well. With your skirt raised, ass exposed, cunt swollen and gaping, I reach down with my hand to feel how sloppy and wet you are. It's saturated with your sticky juice and my saliva, so messy and glistening. I pull my cock out and push it in your pussy in one swift impalement. You gasp at how quickly I thrust inside you then smile as you feel the warmth and pulsing of my throbbing veins. Long, slow, deep strokes I take, enjoying the feeling of the heat from your excited pussy enveloping my cock as I put it back inside you after the cool evening air chills it. I quicken my thrusts, my hips pounding into your ass and thighs. Skin slapping I fuck the hell out of your loose pussy, sucking wet sounds filling our ears.

I can't believe how wet you are having surely been fucked by a few johns before me tonight. You must be one insatiable horny bitch. I bet you'd bang another 20 guys if they all lined up behind me with a buck in their hand.

My balls swollen with cum swing heavy against your ass. More and more of your sticky, creamy juices cling to them with each thrust until they drip with your arousal. I love how wet you are, my groin bathed in your hot, sloppy juices. Coated in your hot pussy butter!

I feel the pressure building inside me. Knowing I will cum soon my brain scrambles to decide where I want to dump my thick, sticky cream: inside you, on top of your sloppy, wet pussy, in your mouth, on your face, maybe on your sweet, lace-covered tits. 

I pull out my cock and guide you off the car by your hand. With a pouting lip and furled brow you look at me like "what the fuck!" But I ignore you because I'm paying for this party bitch and you'll do as I say! I tell you to squat in front of me as I lean against the car. My hard cock swings from my groin, glistening in the streetlights with your honey all over it. I tell you to show me your tits, to hold them in your hands and pinch your slutty nipples. Push them together and spit into your cleavage and spit on my cock to get it all nice and wet. You are so nasty but totally obedient, spitting onto my cock. It drips off pooling between your tits still clinging to my cock in a long, thick string. I work it over my swollen shaft and slide my cock in between your wonderful, soft, warm globes in front of me. You watch my cock fucking your tits, licking your lips like a starving slut waiting for here next meal. I tell you what a filthy cum junkie you must be, that I can see it in your lust-glazed eyes. You can never get enough cock or loads of thick, white cum to satiate the tramp inside you.

You look so fucking hot on your filthy knees in front of me, trashy make-up, worn lingerie, holding your tits out waiting for me to soak them with my cum. It doesn't take long before I feel the semen swell in my balls and begin to travel up my cock.

I pull away pumping my dick just under the head. The first rope of cum blasts out, hitting the bottom of your chin dripping onto your chest. The second blast is just as hard but lands fully in your cleavage as you watch excited. Seeing this erotic sight I shoot harder on the third blast hitting your chin again, adding to the sticky white mass hanging from it. The rest of my cum fountains out landing sporadically on top of your soaked, glistening titties as you snake out you tongue licking away what cum you can reach on your chin. As the remaining drops of cum cling to the head of my deflating cock and my fingers, you grab my shaft sucking the remnants clean moaning in the process, relishing the taste. I look at your cum-soaked tits like a scene from a porno. All sticky and splattered, some still dangling from your chin. What a messy little whore you are!

Our eyes meet and you smile before closing them satiated. That's when I notice you stuffing three or four fingers into your dripping pussy hole. Your thumb rubs your clit as you begin to tremble in climax, a dark wet spot beneath you on the asphalt. You lean back removing your hand from between your thighs. Again you look me in the eyes, wiping my cum from your chest sucking every finger dry like you are eating a savory sauce.

In the fashion of a true seasoned whore you ask for your money with an extended hand. I reach into my pocket and place a dollar bill in your hand. Before you can complain I pull you to your feet and kiss you deeply and passionately. We break apart and smile into each other's eyes giggling and with a firm smack of your smokin' hot ass I open the car door and help you inside.

"What shall we do next year for Valentine's Day, honey?" you ask.

"I don't know but it will have to be pretty damned good to beat this year's theme! Happy Valentine's Day, I love you, Honey."