You rounded the corner quickly and saw the alleyway leading behind the building. "Where are you" you tapped out on your phone while peaking into the darkness of the alley. You thought you saw the the bartender dumping a bag of garbage into a dumpster, but he was too far away to be sure. It's fine, you thought. Stop being afraid of everything. Deep breath.
Down the alley you continued, heels clanking on the ground below, echoing against the unlit back wall of the building as you headed towards where you saw the bartender, clutching your purse tight against your body. Your phone buzzed. Reaching in to grab it, you didn't stop or even slow your pace, and looking down you saw it wasn't a text from me, but an alert from the NY Times, something about Trump.
"Don't fucking move." The voice echoed loudly, like a bullet into your left ear, and your heart dropped. An arm grabbed around your waste, a hand covered your mouth. Your feet were off the ground, your helpless body being carried back behind a dumpster and into the dark. You tried to scream, but nothing came out, his hands sweaty and salty against your mouth, blocking any noise from escaping.
"Shut the fuck up," he said, this time quieter, his breath hot against your ear. Panicking, you tried to push and pull your way out of his grip, but he held your arms tight against your body. He came to a rest against the brick wall deep in the shadows of the alley, your back against his chest, body heaving with fear.
He whispered closely in your ear now. "I am going to uncover your mouth, and you're not going to say a fucking word. Nod if you understand."
You nodded.
He took his hand off your mouth, and reached into his pocket. Putting what appeared to be a weapon away, you couldn't tell as you only caught a glimpse.
"Here's what's going to happen," he continued. "I am going to let go of you, and you're going to turn around, get down on your knees, and you're going to take my cock in your mouth. You're going to deep throat it until you choke. You're going to spit on it and suck it and worship it with your tongue like the little slut you are. As much as I would love to cum all over your pretty face, instead I'm going to bend you over, lift up your dress, rip off your cute little panties off, and bury my cock deep into your cunt. Do you understand?"
You nodded again, pussy wet drenching your panties, from the fear, from what you knew was about to happen.
"Now turn around and get on your knees," he said.
You turned and did as instructed. Now on your knees, you felt around the front of his pants and found his belt and unhooked it, a light sigh is made as it released. Looking up, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his zipper down. His cock was pressed stiff against his boxers, begging to escape into your warm mouth. Your knees rubbed raw on the concrete below as you pulled his dick out into the warm, humid air. It was thick but soft, and it bounced with life as it pumped stronger with lust, increasing in size and hardness. He grabbed the back of your hair tight and pressed your face closer. You opened your mouth and took him in, now fully erect, and he moaned quietly with pleasure as you pressed your tongue against him, enveloping your wet mouth around his cock. You responded with a moan of your own, and he grabbed the back of your head now with both hands, moving his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth slowly. The pleasure between your legs was intense, your fingers reaching down pounding away on your clit as you knelt down in the dark corner of an ally, his throbbing cock pressed against the back of your throat.
"Are you finally ready to cum, my little slut?" he asked.
Yes, please, let me cum, you thought, but couldn't say anything, so you moaned again. You had been so close to orgasm at least twice tonight, the pressure building and building and now—with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth—you wanted to let go, to feel the release. The tingle started at your knees, relieving the pain from the tough concrete, and worked wildly up your thighs and fluttered into your pussy, where the first explosion of pleasure reverberated out from, and up it traveled, through your stomach and chest like shockwaves, releasing itself from your body and into the night air as a long, muted, moan that vibrated around his cock. A powerful, wet warmth spread outwardly from your clit and soaked your panties as the second wave of orgasm buckled and twitched your upper body in half. You had stopped sucking his cock at this point, unable to concentrate, but left it resting in your mouth as your insides rolled and waved with the overwhelming release of pleasure that had built up for so long.
"Fuck me," you said, removing his cock from your mouth. "I want you inside of me."
He spun you around quickly, still on your knees, and pushed you forward, your hands resting on the concrete. Now on his knees and hovering above you, he lifted your dress over your ass and took a handful of your panties, ripping them apart with a sharp tug, revealing your wet pussy to the open air. Both your panties—now ripped and unwearable—sitting in the middle of an alley exposed and humiliated. You arched your back, lowering your head to the concrete while raising your ass closer to him. He ran his hard cock along the length of your pussy, spreading your lips in a circular motion with the head before plunging it deep inside, filling you with the warmth you begged for. You felt his arm reach around and pull your dress down, exposing your tits, which he grabbed hard, pulling and twisting your nipples. Grabbing your hair from the back, he pounded away from behind, sliding in and out with increasing speed and strength. You could feel the pressure building from within once again as a third aftershock of orgasm passed through your body, your pussy clenching around his cock, gripping and releasing with each thrust.
"Cum inside of me," you begged. "Faster, fuck me faster. Don't stop." He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pulling your ass back onto his body with strong, low thrusts, deeper and deeper into your pussy.
"Harder," you screamed. "Cum in my pussy. Do it…please." Now deep inside of you, as deep as what felt possible, he paused for a split second, and you could feel his cock waiting—pulsating—in anticipation. One final thrust sent him over the edge, releasing his hot, sticky cum deep into your pussy. He groaned loudly, slowing his pace, but staying deep, rolling his hips, and continuing, in and out, as his cum pumped more and more, filling your pussy until it seeped out and around his cock, down his balls, and onto the ground below.
You collapsed to the ground, spent. Your arms and legs were like jello, heavy and hard to move. So you just laid there. Looking down at you "I have been watching you for awhile now, I will find you again when you are not expecting me. I'm not done with you yet" He pulls his pants up and disappears into the shadows of the alley.
