Chapter 10 – Amelia
We don’t make it to either his place or mine. Not because we’re too drunk – although we’re definitely both tipsy – but because we don’t want to wait. We make it as far as the sidewalk beside the bar before we’re making out, his lips pressed to mine. He’s greedy, and so am I.
He pulls me into the alley, pressing me up against the wall. His hands are firm against my skin, and he runs them up and down my thighs before starting to pull my dress up. At the same time, I’m fumbling with his pants, unzipping them, going after the reward beneath.
When I look down at his cock, I almost can’t believe my eyes. It’s huge. I wonder if I can take it all, but I want to. I try not to let myself have any second guesses or doubts. I’m not usually one to do this but this guy is so hot, and it’s been so long. I just have to have him.
I’m on my knees, his cock in my mouth, growing firmer and pressing deeper into my throat with every second. It’s amazing. Exhilarating. I almost want to be caught, because the thought excites me - but not until we’re finished.
I stroke my hand up and down his shaft while cupping his balls. I suck the head of his cock and he moans and says, “That feels so fucking good.”
“You like that?” I ask, feeling emboldened now, but it comes out muffled, since his cock is jammed all the way down my throat. “Mmmm,” I decide to just moan while I lick him up and down, since talking seems futile at this point.
“Hell yeah,” he answers. “And I like when you make those sounds.”
“Mmmm, mmmmm,” I groan, letting the animalistic side of myself out. I go crazy, slurping and licking and sucking on him, figuring why the hell now? I’ll never see him again. It’s my one night to let myself go and not be judged.
“That’s so hot,” he says. “But I don’t want to cum in your mouth because I want to fuck you.”
He pulls me up, in a hurry, as if he’s close to the edge. I come back to my feet, hand wrapped around him, stroking as I help him hike my dress all the way up. From somewhere, a condom appears. I take it from him and slide it down his length. I love the feel of his big cock in my hand. It seems to fit there perfectly.
My dress is up around my waist now, and my panties are down to my ankles. His fingers find my slit, vigorously moving over the already slick lips.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, and he’s right. I can feel myself dripping onto his hand as he plays with me.
“Fucking get inside me,” I command, bolder than I usually am.
I lose all sense of manners when I’m with this stranger, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he doesn’t need to be told twice. He slides into me, pressing me up against the wall, and moves his hips easily back and forth, then increases his speed.
My legs are wrapped around him, and I’m being half-supported by him and half supported by the wall I’m pressed up against. The bricks are cool on my ass, and my pussy is warm with him inside. I thrust my hips in time with his, just like on the dance floor.
He thrusts in and out of me, each time sending a welcome pulse through my pussy. He pulls my dress from my shoulders, and runs his tongue over my breasts. The combination of his warm breath and the cool air is exquisite on my skin, and I reach a hand down to touch my clit as he thrusts even more vigorously against me.
He sets me on my feet, and with the same firmness that he had inside, turns me to face the wall, pushing back inside me from behind. I brace myself on the wall with one hand, and massage my clit with the other. There are voices out on the street, but I don’t really hear what they’re saying.
“Let me take you in public, and fuck you up against this wall where anyone walking by can see that I’m claiming you,” he says.
Normally, I would feel offended, but for some reason his words just makes me more wet.
“Okay,” I say, and that seems to turn him on even more because he pumps harder, faster inside me.
“Good girl,” he says, spanking my bare ass cheek.
“Ouch.”
I’ve never been spanked by anyone.
“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, his lips close to my ear, before he sucks on my ear lobe.
“Yes,” I admit, my pussy getting even wetter.
“I know.”
He spanks my ass cheek again and then cups it in his hands, grabbing it and squeezing it as he fucks me. I moan and gasp, which causes him to dig his fingers into my skin even more.
This guy’s rhythm is almost maddeningly perfect. Fast, almost violent, alternating with slow, full-length thrusts that take an eternity to bury themselves fully in my waiting pussy…I’m so close to cumming, I can feel a strange electricity in my teeth.
He thrusts, one last time, and I feel him spasm inside me. My body is over the edge, my legs shaking, my arm weak, barely keeping me upright, my body clenching and unclenching around his cock, as my orgasm roils through me.
“Fuck me…” I whisper with the last of my breath.
I hear a laugh, and then, as he pulls out of me and takes off his condom he says, “Isn’t that what I just did?”