The night air was heavy and humid, a stark contrast to the cool interior of the club Rosie had just left. She felt a buzz from the drinks she'd enjoyed, a slight haze clouding her mind as she made her way through the dimly lit streets. Her long, slender legs carried her confidently in her stilettos, the click of her heels echoing off the old buildings. Rosie was a vision, with her cascading blonde curls falling over her shoulders, accentuating her hourglass figure hugged by a tight black dress. Her bright red lipstick matched the boldness in her eyes as she searched for a ride home.
She sighed, brushing away the dirty thought that crept up her mind as she glanced at the dimly lit alleyway entrance which was just a little farther from her.
'Force fucked in the alley'. She had always fantasized about being fucked against her will. Hard. Fast. The perpetrator shouldn't hurt her, all he needed to do was satisfy them both. Satisfy her slutty cravings.
As she turned into the narrow alley, Rosie told herself this wasn't a dry recreation of her lustful thoughts on how she would step into a dark alleyway and get her pussy pounded by a stranger. A faint glow from the streetlights barely penetrated the darkness as she took one step after the other.
The sound of her heels on the pavement suddenly seemed too loud, an eerie silence enveloping her. Just as she was about to conclude she might have taken a wrong turn, a deep, rumbling voice startled her.
"Where's a beautiful lady like you headed all alone?"
Rosie's heart skipped a beat as she spun around to face the owner of the voice. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of a tall, muscular man leaning casually against the brick wall. His leather jacket and worn jeans exuded a rugged charm, and the way his intense gaze traveled over her body made her skin tingle.
"I... I'm just heading home," she managed to say, her voice a little unsteady. Even though she had thought of being cornered in an alleyway a thousand times, in reality, it was a scary experience. She had no pepper spray or object to protect herself.
Did she want to, though?
'This is what you truly want. A random man fucking your naughty, misbehaving pussy into oblivion. Isn't it?' Her mind jeered. She tried to deny it, but the pulsing of her pussy lips didn't do anything to mask her arousal.
The man, Landon, took a step towards her, his broad shoulders blocking out the meager light. "Home, huh? That's a shame. I was hoping you'd be up for some fun." His voice was low and gravelly, carrying a hint of danger that both excited and scared Rosie.
"I... I don't think so," she stammered, taking a small step back. But there was nowhere to go; the alley was a dead end.
Landon's dark eyes glittered with amusement. "Come on, darlin'. You and I both know you're not the type to head home early. I saw the way you were dancing in there. You're a wild one, aren't you?"
Rosie's cheeks flushed, remembering the sultry moves she'd been making on the dance floor. She had indeed been enjoying the attention, but this... this was different. "I... I don't know what you mean," she said, her voice barely a whisper.
In an instant, Landon closed the distance between them, his large hand grasping her slender wrist. "Don't play innocent with me, sweetheart. I can smell your desire from here." His hot breath fanned her face as he leaned in close, his lips mere inches from hers.
Rosie's body betrayed her, a rush of moisture shamelessly pooling between her thighs as her nipples hardened under the thin fabric of her dress. Even if she were to struggle, her mind was already made up.
She would have a stranger's cock sawing in and out of her before the sun came up. Still, she tried to pull away, her rational thought telling her she might be making a huge mistake but Landon left no room for her to have further thoughts because his grip tightened, his fingers like steel cuffs around her delicate wrist.
"Please... let me go," she pleaded, her voice trembling now. What if he actually hurt her? Or had some fetish? What if the easiest thing he could do to her was fucking her demanding, slutty pussy?
Landon chuckled, the sound deep and menacing. "Oh, I don't think so. You see, I've been watching you all night, and I've decided that you're exactly what I need tonight." His free hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers down her spine, before boldly cupping her breast.
Rosie gasped as his rough fingers teased her hardened peak through the silk of her dress. "N-no... you can't..." she stammered, her protest weak. She had nice breasts and her nipples were her weakness. Just a second lingering touch and her panty was soaked.
"Can't I?" he growled, his thumb rubbing insistently against her sensitive nipple. "You like this, don't you? You want more. Let's check your pussy and i promise to let go if you're not wet like a bitch in heat. If you are, I'm definitely fucking that pussy. Is it as pretty as you?"
His words were like a spell, breaking down her resistance. Rosie's head fell back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure spiked through her. She could feel his hard body pressed against her, his erection straining against his zipper, mirroring the shamelessly aching need between her legs.
"That's it, let go," he whispered, his hot breath in her ear. "You want me to fuck you, don't you, dear? Right here, in this dark alley."
His words shocked her, but the raw desire in his voice ignited a fire within her. Rosie shook her head to deny his claims, her lips parting in disagreement while her eyes clouded with lust. He hadn't stop teasing, pulling and moulding her breasts and nipples.
Landon's hand slid down her body, his fingers deftly working the zipper of her dress. The silk slid to the ground, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her lacy black lingerie. The cool air on her exposed skin made her shiver, but the heat in Landon's eyes warmed her.
