Her petite frame was seized in his large, calloused hands the second the door slammed to. With an audible squeak, she was lifted bodily and her back was pressed against the cold, damp brickwork. The sounds of faint snagging and tearing caused her to wince: this was her favourite tube top, being shredded on the rough masonry.
It took him only seconds to mash his slightly dry lips to her plump, full and glossy ones. The contact instantly turned her mind away from her clothing, her setting or anything else. The devouring kiss he so firmly held her in had her mind and body captivated. His hands gripped her shoulders, pinning her to the wall, as her legs held her up, wrapped tightly around his waist. How had they got there, and when, she wondered to herself.
His pawing, mauling hands pulled at her top and freed her modest breasts to his rough and primal touch. His hands ground against her hard, puckered points as his fingers gripped and squeezed at her mounds. Faint, desperate and thankful moans fell from her lips to feel her soft, tiny body so wilfully taken by her irresistible lover.
The kiss broke, but she had no time to pout or complain before his lips were on her again – now kissing, sucking and nibbling at her breasts. Plaintive, appreciative moans tinkled from her lips like broken glass. Her hands wrapped in his hair, feeling almost as electrifying as his touch, and her legs pinned him tighter, desperately holding on to the pleasure he was sending through her.
She gasped, loudly, to feel his impatient, demanding fingers sliding between them and unbuttoning her short-shorts. His rough palm sliding over her stomach was agonising and set her body tingling. Every touch of his manly hands caused her to shiver and moan, until at last her shorts were opened. His fingers probed along the thin, cotton material of her white panties. Her arousal was evident and undeniable.
Groans of unmasked pleasure reverberated throughout her body, feeling him expertly tease her lips with his stroking, rubbing and probing fingers. He found her clit through the fabric, circling and rubbing until she was grinding back against him and the wall behind her, hungry for more. There was no stopping her now, no means of holding back. She was going to fuck him. She was going to love it.
Her palm at last found his shirt, hauling it from his body and allowing her nails to rake down his chest. His hissed cries only spurred her on, encouraging her to lean forward and sink her teeth into his shoulder.
She was pulled away from the wall at last and allowed to stand, but there were other ideas on her mind. Her fingers hooked into his loose trousers, smiling as she did so. She quickly dropped to a crouch, perched on her black heels to keep off the rough concrete floor. As she stooped, she pulled his trousers and boxers down with her, sending his cock springing free inches from her waiting mouth.
She wasted no time. Hungry like no slut before, her hand wrapped around the thick member she craved so badly and her lips engulfed him, sucking his length into her mouth with a fervour unmatched. His moans echoed from the walls and his hands gripped her hair, pulling her deeper onto his shaft immediately.
The feel of him using her like this, pounding his cock into her throat, was totally alien to her. She was loving every second, feeling her pussy gushing at the total abandon with which she sucked his solid dick. Her hand darted down, into her panties, as she rubbed furiously at her clit and stroked through her lips.
The cock fell from her mouth and instinctively she tipped her head back, lolling out her tongue, obscenely searching gratification. There was no stopping the moans that poured from her lips as he seized her chin and slapped his meat across her face, rubbing his wet and aching rod over her slutty lips before plunging back, deep inside her throat.
She had been lying to herself. She was a slut; she was filthy and she was made to be fucked like this. To be used. She fell to her knees at his feet, landing on the cold, dirty concrete; right where a pleading slut like her belonged, she thought to herself. Her open mouth was once more filled with cock and her fingers thrust deep inside her aching sex, bringing out yet more indecent moans.
Her body was heating up and his long, ragged moans were all the indication she needed. Looking up, her eyes met his as he watched her fingering her tight cunt so wantonly, pinching and pulling at her own nipples as she obediently, greedily, sucked at his cock, worshipping it.
She gasped for air, smacking her own pussy before forcing her fingers back inside. She begged for her slutty reward, pleading with her eyes.
The cock slipped from her lips once more, this time shooting streak after streak of hot cum across her face. She moaned, climaxing on her fingers right there in the alleyway as this rugged stranger rewarded her newfound slutty nature. She licked her lips, cleaning herself, grinning. She was going to like her inner slut.
