Alone in a cold dark alleway
I was enjoying a fun evening with some girlfriends at a local bar, until it was well past time to head back home. The bar was located just a few blocks from my building, so I decline the offer of a car ride from Camilla, my naughtiest girlfriend. Besides, we all had been taking too many margaritas, then a walk was safer for everybody.
The weather had been warmer in the last hours, but now I was feeling cold. Giving a final wave goodbye, the girls got into their car and drove away.
The traffic was very light and the street seemed pretty empty once the sound of their car’s engines faded into the distance.
I started to walk. The air was damp and cold. The street lamps overhead gave a soft, diffused light over the sidewalk and street, throwing doorways and empty store windows into various shades of black and grey murkiness.
I dug my hands deeper into my jacket and felt sorry that I had decided to wear my thinnest silk dress for that night out. The evening cold began to nip at my exposed thighs and I picked up the pace as I made my way down the empty street.
I was just three blocks from home when I became aware of footsteps behind me. I turned my head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of who it was.
Then I thought if I would be able to run in my high heels, if I had to.
There was just one alley between me and the all night open market I frequented regularly. I decided I could duck in there…
With my confidence restored, I set aside my paranoia and entered the alley. But before I could get clear of the shadows, there was a sudden movement and strong hands yanked me into the darkness.
I gasped as I turned my ankle, tripping sideways as I felt a sharp pain on my right foot. Then I stumbled wildly as I was flanged hard against a brick wall.
With my head ringing, I tried to push away from the wall, but stop when I felt some steely fingers pressing hard into the soft skin at the base of my throat. I was quickly pushed tight against the wall, my arms flailing helplessly against my attacker.
I could not breathe or scream. I could feel my racing heartbeat in my head and felt the panic starting to overwhelm me. Digging my fingers into my attacker’s arm I pulled frantically but could not match his physical strength.
The sound of my short gasps rang against the alley walls as he stepped closer, pressing his body against mine.
“Not a sound, bitch” He growled, placing his lips close to my ear. He pulled back a little to look into my face and I could feel his body heat through his pants as he shoved his muscular leg between the bare skin of my thighs.
With his thumb he gently traced a tear down my cheek. I could not help the low moan that escaped my lips as I pressed myself against the brick wall at my back, desperate to get away from his touch.
I closed my eyes, trying desperately to gather my breath.
He pulled my hands down to my side and then gently reached for my face.
His hand moved lower and I tensed as he put the full weight of his hand again on my throat. I could still breathe normally…
The fear was no longer paralyzing; then I began to look around the alley. The lighting was very poor, but I could see that we were far from the street entrance. I grimaced as I realized that I would not be able to escape from him in heels and a twisted ankle.
“Turn around and face the wall”. He commanded and a light sob escaped my lips as I obeyed him…
Slowly he wrapped his hand into my curly hair and pulled my head back.
“Hands behind your back, bitch.”
The sound of the zip-tie locking around my wrists echoed off the brick walls.
Abruptly he pushed me, pressing my face against the brick uneven surface.
“Stick your ass out”. He whispered into my ear and I moved quickly. He kicked my legs apart until I was spread eagle and quietly sobbing.
“Not a sound, do you understand?” “Yes Sir”. I whispered very softly.
With his free hand he traced a pattern up the inside of one thigh and down the other. My body shivered as he touched my skin under my skirt.
I was horrified to find my body responding to his touch.
His fingertip slowly slid inside the leg band of my thong. My breathing became ragged as his fingertips left a trail of fire on my cold skin.
His other hand tormented my nipples, rolling and pinching my sensitive nubs until I cried out from the pain. With one hand still pressing my face to the wall, he grabbed the silky fabric of my blouse and quickly yanked it open…
My round firm boobs were now unprotected to his brutal touch.
I started moaning loud as I felt his fingers pinching and pulling my nipples.
I sobbed loudly as he stepped close, pressing his groin into my ass. I could feel him pushing my skirt up further and moan when he slid a knife blade over my hip and under the band of my thong, easily slicing through it.
Then he slowly pulled away the fabric torn pieces of my thong and I could feel the cold night air dancing across my now wet pussy lips. I was in shock.
Grabbing my hair again, he pulled me away from the wall until my back was pressed up against his chest.
“Open your mouth, bitch”.
Before I could fully comply he made my mouth wide open, shoving my torn off thong into my mouth with rough fingers. I frantically twisted in his grasp, but my struggle was useless. He ordered me to be still…
I immediately stop struggling; as he held me there for a few moments longer, then slowly he let me down. He turned me again toward the wall, pressing my face to the rough surface.
“Ass out and spread those sexy legs, babe”. He yelled at me.
His fingers were merciless. He stroked and pinched, rubbed and pulled everything between my legs. His touch was hot and rough. Then I felt my desire starting to build and spread.
By the time he slipped his rough finger into my hot pussy I was already wet and ready. I felt horrified. But I did not want him to stop…
Then he slipped two fingers in. I could hear my juices slurping as he messaged me deep inside. When he shoved in a third finger, I moaned and grinded my hips against his hand.
I cried out when he suddenly pulled his sweet fingers away and slapped my ass again with this open hand. The pain was excruciating and mixed with the pleasure at the same time…
I heard the sound of a zipper and then his rough fingers were again in my moist cunt. He made bend over by my waist, against some wooden pallets down there.
He pressed my face into the wood, making my ass stick up in the air.
Then he slid his hot, hard cock up the inside of my thighs.
“Tell me you want it”. He growled, teasing me with that hard shaft…
I swallowed and gasped, desperate to respond, but could only moan.
“Please Sir… let me have your hard cock…” I begged and he tightened his grip in my hair. Before I could even finished the sentence he shoved his thick cock into my exposed pussy in one hard stroke.
I groaned hard, feeling the ripples start from deep inside. I almost came right then. He might sense it because he paused, pulling me up off the pallets by my hair.
“You will ask permission before you come, slut…”
“Yes Sir”. I sighed gratefully, as my tears were running down my cheeks.
Still holding me by the hair, suspended just above the pallets, he began to slowly slide his hard cock all the way into my hot pussy. Then he pulled out almost completely, leaving me to whimper each time. My sensitive nipples brushed the rough wood with his movement, adding to the fire building in my pussy. I was shaking, because I wanted it so bad…
Slowly my attacker began to pick up his pace. I squirmed with the pleasure and pain and his grip hardened. I could feel myself building toward a powerful climax and my gasps turned into sobs as I got closer.
Yanking my head back hard he growled again, “Ask permission first!”.
“Please Sir… let me cum, I beg you, please…”. I gasped desperately.
He ignored me, as he quickened his pace in my pussy…
“Are you a slut?” He suddenly growled. “Yes Sir”. I whispered in tears…
“Come hard, bitch… cum for me…” He yelled at me.
Then I exploded. The spasms built from deep inside as I gasped curling my toes. He continued to stroke through my orgasm and I could feel a torrent of warmth running down my legs as I melt with a final, exhausted moan.
He was not far behind me. He pounded me harder for a few more strokes and I heard him grunting. He pulled out, letting me fall completely forward, and I felt his burning semen showering my ass cheeks.
I lay spent atop the stack of wooden pallets, aftershocks coursing through my pussy, trying to catch my breath, as his grunts echoed into the darkness.
I alternated between gasps and sobs, letting the energy of the orgasm wash through me while we both rested and tried to catch our breath.
After a few minutes I felt him moving away and then he cut the plastic zip-tie from my wrists.
“That was intense, babe…”. He whispered in my ear.
“That was just perfect, my love”. I agreed with him.
My loving Victor smiled to me and we pulled out of the dark alley…
“Next time I will let you fuck my asshole…” I told my hubby when we sat down in his car, as he smiled and run his fingers to my wet stretched cunt…