Love Is a Darened Alleyway

Love is a darkened alleyway

"I'm thinking about giving you a blowjob." I whisper almost meekly into your ear when you ask what I was thinking about. I immediately blush a deep crimson, shocked I could say something so bold, wondering if any of the other people passing us by heard me. You smile broadly and order me to describe it in detail.

We are walking toward your parked park after a movie, arms wrapped around each other tightly. We are lightly brushed on either side by the other people leaving the theatre, but we don't see them, it is as if we are in our own world. I could be whispering sweet endearments in your ear for all they know. But instead I hiss a secret wish I want to have fulfilled.

"We would be walking down the street like we are doing now and I would suddenly have an incredible, uncontrollable urge to suck you." I whisper, breath hot and moist against your ear. "I'd push you into an alleyway and kiss you, while my hands undo your pants. I'd slide down your body, my tits rubbing your chest, stomach and legs as I go down, but I'm always staring into your eyes, my mouth slightly open."

"I'd gently pull your cock out, it would already hard, and I'd slide it into my mouth, sucking and licking just the tip. I'd slide my hand into your pants and look for your balls. I'd find them start to gently rub and squeeze. My tits would be rubbing against your leg and my blouse buttons would come undone; the tops of my breasts rubbing against the stiff material of your pants."

"I'd take more of your cock into my mouth, delicious inch by swollen delicious inch, running my tongue all along the sides, and rubbing the underside with a bit more pressure, just the way you like. I'd be able to almost feel the head your cock against the back of my throat, and I'd pull off in long strokes, my mouth making soft sucking sounds." "Some people would pass in the entranceway of the alley and they would see us, see me on my knees with your cock in my mouth, but I wouldn't and don't care. I could hear them whisper "slut" but I wouldn't care, all I'd want is for you to come in my mouth."

"I'd pull my hand out of your pants and wrap it around the base of your cock and start rubbing, trying to pull more of your cock into my mouth, and my other hand I'd slide under my skirt. I'd slide my finger along the edge of the crotch of my panties, pushing the satiny material aside, my mouth never leaving your cock, sucking so hard. I'd push aside the crotch of my red satin panties and start rubbing my clit, it would be so hard and I'd be so wet."

"We would both be so distracted that we don't notice a man approach. I would notice finally and look at you as if to ask 'what do you want me to do?'"

You tighten an arm around my waist, your hand brushing the underside of my breast slyly. You like the story so far, but you say now it's your turn. You start to whisper in my ear, warm wet breath like a serpent's kiss. You say to me: "As the man approaches you'd get off your knees turn around and lift your skirt up, press your ass into my dick. You'd moan as your rub your soaking wet slit up and down my fat cock head. I'd slap your ass and ask you 'Do you want it in your cunt bitch?' And you would moan 'Yes please!'"

I laugh a little at how this story is turning out with your participation, how harsh and suddenly violent it has become; an embarrassed laugh that covers up a moan of secret pleasure. I think to myself for a split second how wonderful it would be if we came upon just such a darkened alleyway right now. Would I actually do what I described? Would you? The possibility makes me throb. You laugh too, a low and gravelly sound that makes me want you more, but also makes me afraid of you, that evil part of you I want so much but want to protect myself against as well. You lick my neck as we walk, my knees get weak and you support me in your arm. You continue your part of the story.

You continue: "If you want it into your cunt you have to blow this man. You moan like a whore and beckon him forward as you unzip his fly I slip into your soaking cunt right to the balls…" You snatch my mouth with yours, a long probing kiss. I feel you getting hard against my thigh, and your mouth moves down my chin, my neck. I breathe heavily into your ear more of the story…

"You slide your cock deep and hard into me, and I bend over to pull the stranger's cock out of his pants. He's huge and so very hard. I gasp in astonishment and you hear me, make note of my reaction, planning to punish me for it later." I can feel you smile against my neck at that detail, and it makes me shiver.

"I struggle to get his enormous cock in my mouth and keep my balance as you pound into my cunt, my knees are shaking. With every thrust you push my body forward and I get more of the stranger's cock pushed into my mouth and throat until I almost gag. I hear you grunting and moaning and I know you are about to cum. I push back against you, taking all of you in, I want to feel you explode deep inside, shooting all of your cum into my cunt." The crowd has thinned a bit, and in the darkness you slide a hand along my inner thigh. I search our surroundings for a dark corner, an abandoned doorway, anything, anywhere we could go to be alone, anonymous, hidden.

Between soft moans I try to finish the story. "You grab a handful of my hair and pull towards you sharply, I grunt in pain and the stranger shoots cum down my open throat. It's so much I can't keep up, I try to swallow put it comes dribbling out of my mouth and down my chin." You lick my mouth when I say this, as if what I described was really there. I hear you groan against my cheek. "Your cock is pumping out into me," I continue "and you slap my ass cheek again and pant against my back 'my juicy little whore'. I cum and you feel by tight cunt pulse around your cock. I let go of the stranger's cock, wipe a bit of cum off my cheek and chin. He pushes it back into his pants, nods to you and smiles at me, zipping up. He tasted so good. He walks back out onto the street leaving us alone in the alley."

You laugh again against my neck, your breath sending an electric shock through me. I like that, you whisper, I'm going to call you that from now on, my juicy little whore. I rake my fingers through your hair. I can see your car just up ahead and quicken my step, pulling you along. Finish the story baby, you say, and in a breathless rush I do.

"You are still a bit angry over my being impressed with the stranger's size though. Your fist is still tangled in my hair and you pull me up to face you. 'You liked that cock in your mouth, eh slut? Was he bigger than me?' you ask. I don't answer but I smile, and you are livid. You push me in the direction of some wooden crates and bend me over them, lifting my skirt to my waist. I can feel the cool air on my wet throbbing cunt. I hear you undo your belt and slide it out of the belt loops. It cracks sharply in the air when you flick it."

You suddenly look at me, a bit startled. This is new to you, this secret desire of mine, it makes you a bit afraid, I can see it in your eyes. You kiss me softly, as if you want to tell me that you would never do that to me, this kind of violence would never happen between us. Oh but I want it to, how I've dreamt of it so many times. To speak the words I hope to incant them into reality.

I stare intently into your eyes and continue. "The belt rises and falls repeatedly on my ever-reddening ass. I beg you to stop but the only reply you give is 'you asked for it bitch.' Again and again the belt falls on my flesh, the hard sharp slap of leather on my skin the only sound in the alleyway, that and your grunts of effort, my cries of pain. Tears are streaming down my face; my fingernails are digging into the wood of the crates. But with every slap of the belt, the harder my cunt throbs and my body shakes with pleasure."

A brief look of fear crosses your face, replaced by the unmistakable softening of desire. You are breathing heavily and urgently. This is the moment you finally realize who I really am. I know you want to run, but your lust has you firmly planted in place. You want to hear the end of this scenario, how I have imagined us together.

"Finally you stop, you are panting heavily and a bit sweaty. I remain bent over the crates whimpering softly as you slide your belt back into place. I notice that it is now very dark, time seems to have escaped me. Have I been here with you a few minutes or hours? You walk over to me and admire your work on my ass, red welts rising and stinging on my skin. You rub my ass and I cry out in shock at the unexpected touch. 'Shhh,' you say softly in my ear, your finger sliding slowly in and out of my steaming cunt. 'you know you love it, and you know I'm the only one who can do it to you like that. I'm the only one you want to do that to you, isn't it? You love it don't you?'

I nuzzle into your neck, my hand sliding under your shirt and spread across your chest over your thudding heart. I whisper softly, to myself, to you, to the gods that are always listening, envious: "And I do, oh god help me I do..."

But this is not the end of the story. It is merely the beginning of a new one.