Swallowing A Stranger In An Alley

When I woke up, I remembered what had happened last night. The fucking, the moaning, the dirty talking all came back to me. And screw it! Sienna was gone. Totally gone. Last night felt almost like a dream. But it wasn't. It was as real as me lying here on this bed, naked. Sienna and I had fucked each other stupid, silly, hard, rough. And fuck! For the first time in my life, I experienced an orgasm.

"Who knew you could fuck like that?" Sienna's words from last night echoed in my head.

I gathered the crumpled sheets around me and sat up. A smile crept up my cheeks as I kept thinking about what happened last night. It had been one hell of a night. Raw, explosive, delicious. And screw me! I should have fucked a woman sooner.

I reached for my clit, reimagining how she'd thumbed it, licked it, and turned me upside down. My mind replayed, too, the part where she'd shoved a dildo into me, pounding harder than my ex-boyfriend, Tristan ever had. And fuck! I wanted her to do it again. And again and again. Maybe pound me into oblivion this time. Damn!

My phone buzzed, steering me away from my dirty thoughts. I scoured for it under the sheets but quickly discovered that it was at the foot of the bed. Tapping on the phone screen, I saw that it was a message from my billionaire tech genius boss, Daniel Trent.

I need you here in ten minutes, the message read. What he meant by 'here' was his billion-dollar company building. This was exactly why I hardly took my off days from work seriously. If there wasn't an emergency meeting I had to escort him to, there was an urgent wardrobe arrangement I had to make for him. But I'd better get there in ten or I wouldn't have a job to return to. Many women my age would kill to be his assistant. Plus, he always compensated me for extra hours.

I climbed out of the bed, and grabbed my clothes. Maybe Sienna's disappearance was her modus operandi. Bring a woman to this playhouse, fuck her crazy all night, and vanish into thin air. I guess I was expected to return to my apartment as though I hadn't just fucked the hell out of a total stranger.

***

As soon as Daniel Trent released me from work, I headed to the bar where I'd met Sienna last night. It was barely three minutes past 7:00 pm. Screw the one-night fuckathon thing; I wanted her to do me again. Wanted us to try some new things. Dirtier than we did last night. The bartender recognized me. It was evident in his brown eyes and silly grin.

"A shot of tequila please," I said, making myself comfortable on the barstool. I had no intention of getting drunk. I just needed a shot to keep myself busy until Sienna showed up. The bartender passed me the shot and let out a smirk. I ignored him and downed the tequila.

Glancing at the entrance, my eyes begged for Sienna to walk in, to show up, to come to me. Looking as sexy as fuck. Maybe this time, I'd see her fat ass in trousers. I smiled at the thought.

"She doesn't come here as often," the bartender said, his eyes on the cocktail he was mixing.

"I don't remember asking you about anyone," I retorted. Didn't people know how to mind their business anymore?

"You didn't have to say it with your mouth. Your eyes and demeanour did. Like I said, she doesn't come here very often. Let's just say last night was your lucky night."

"It's none of your business," I shot back, fiddling with the rim of the shot glass.

"She has a strong effect on people. It's no wonder they always return here to look for her."

He flashed me a knowing smile. I smirked at him without saying a word. Like I'd just told him, the incident with Sienna was none of his business.

I looked at the entrance again but still didn't see her. I decided to swallow my pride and ask the bartender. He could have some information on her whereabouts or at least help me find her.

"Do you know if she'll come tonight?" I said, trying not to sound desperate. But with the judging look in his eyes, it seemed like a weak attempt.

"What happened to it being none of my business?" he said mockingly, making my stomach churn.

Was he under the impression that I wanted to talk to a nosy piece of shit like him? I was only interested in knowing if I'd see Sienna here again tonight. I should have asked her for her number when I had the chance. Gosh, Maddie! You're so stupid. I stared at the bar's entrance again. Still, there was no sign of her. I heaved a sigh of frustration. I was really looking forward to getting fucked again tonight. Damn!

"Don't get your hopes up, Princess. Sienna might not come here again for a long, long time," he said, handing another customer some scotch.

"Maddie not Princess is the name. And forget I asked," I said sharply, moving away from the counter.

Still eager to wait, I headed for the lounge section. There was no way I could wait at the counter with that nosy bartender giving me his annoying smirk from time to time. I'd leave if I didn't see Sienna in the next fifteen minutes.

***

The lounge had a friendly atmosphere, its low light casting a faint glow over the seating arrangements. I loved how the music blended with the low murmurs of strangers.

Sitting on a velvet armchair, I made myself comfortable. My eyes remained pinned on the entrance of the bar, still hoping Sienna would show. A huge man with dishevelled hair walked into the bar, catching my interest. From my guess, he was probably in his early to mid-thirties. Definitely not in his twenties from what I could tell. He was clad in a leather jacket and was rough around the edges. He walked and walked until he stopped, and sat on the lounge chair opposite me. There were two small center tables between us.

In a split second, a female bartender in a mini skirt walked to where he sat. She leaned in while he whispered something into her ear. I wondered what he could be telling her. She pulled back when he stopped talking. And he grabbed her ass as she turned to leave, getting a smile from her. I'd never had a man grab my ass before. Bet it would feel good, I thought.

I imagined what his hands would be like. The dim light was making me do a shitty job of making out what they looked like. I bet they were calloused and strong. A rough-looking man like him wouldn't fit into the same sentence as soft hands. The female bartender came back with a drink in hand. If I were to guess what kind it was, I would put my money on Rum. There was just something about hard men and Rum.

As soon as the bartender left, my eyes feasted on his beard, a thick yet wild thatch of hair. He was probably an underground fighter or a street racer or an outlaw. But even if any of my guesses were wrong, he was probably working a job that encouraged rough or dangerous living. Or he wouldn't have that 'No Mercy' tattoo plastered on his forehead. Plus, it was clearly etched in the way he chugged his drink down his throat, some of it splashing on his beard. If I were seated next to him, I'd probably have heard its rough slurp down his throat.

I wanted to gape at the entrance again, but my gaze remained on him. Something about him fascinated me. Intrigued me. He chuckled at something the person sitting beside him was saying. Following the dirty thoughts in my head, my eyes rested on his black pants. What if he had a large cock in there? This is all your fault, Sienna, I say to myself. If she hadn't fucked me like that last night, I probably wouldn't be this greedy for sex tonight.

The man shouted for another of whatever he'd just had and the female bartender came running. I couldn't be sure he hadn't fucked her before. A lot seemed to be happening between them staring at each other. Or maybe my sex-craving mind was just making up things.

I'd never been one to fall at the feet of bad boys. Hell! I'd always believed they weren't worth the trouble. I'd seen them fuck around with some of my friends, ruining them for any other man that would come into their lives. But I guess the joke was on me. My ex-boyfriend who I'd tagged as one of the good guys had fucked his neighbor while I played loyal girlfriend. He'd probably fucked many others I didn't know about.

I glanced at my watch. Seven minutes had passed since I sat here. Sienna only had eight minutes to show up or she wouldn't find me here if she eventually decided to come. Killing time, I kept on staring at this rough-looking stranger and suddenly, he fixed his eyes on me. Fuck! I wanted to look away, but it was too late. He gave me a grin that suggested he knew I was staring at him.

I shuddered as his blue eyes moved over me, eye-fucking me relentlessly. My first response was to stay put, not showing any emotions to his mental defilement of me. Not standing up to leave. Pressing my thighs together, I tried to control the sudden wetness brewing between my legs. But it was useless. It was nearly as if a water pipe had burst down there because my panties were totally soaked. I should have worn pants instead of this flimsy short gown. He winked at me with a wicked smile. Did he know what his eyes were doing to my body? My nipples were nearly as hard as a rock.

I'd come to this bar as horny as fuck. And now, I was hornier than ever thanks to a total stranger. My clit throbbed like someone was recklessly and relentlessly rubbing it. Surprising me, he shot to his feet and grabbed his cock, all the while looking at me.

Fuck if I didn't want to open my legs and show him the flood his actions were causing down there. But wouldn't that be stupid? Parting my legs apart just so a total stranger could see my swollen pussy? I grinned at my stupidity. Hadn't I fucked a total stranger last night? Wasn't it what had brought me back here? I was thirsty for more, for a dirtier, rougher sexual experience tonight. I was desperate, even. So, if this rough-looking stranger was gunning to shove his dick in my pussy tonight, I was all game.

Surprising me again, he walked towards where I sat and stopped right before me. With his hands thrust into his trouser pockets, his huge figure loomed over me. I looked up at him but quickly let my eyes come down to the space between his legs. Even in the dim light, I could see the bulge in his pants. I imagined it going into my wet as fuck pussy. I shuddered, hoping the dim light would conceal the goosebumps on my skin. With my ex-boyfriend, Tristan, it had been nothing but missionary night after night. No oral sex except his lazy sucking of my nipples. And maybe, just maybe he'd given his whore of a neighbor a lot of wild experiences in bed. Fuck him!

"You've been staring at me," he said in a husky tone, his voice slightly raspy. It totally matched his hard look. My thighs quivered a bit.

"I, umm, I don't know what you mean," I lied, stumbling on my words. Fuck, I needed to be better with responding to people.

"You're wet, I can tell. You've been doing a silly attempt of pressing your thighs together."

His words not just made me wetter, they gave me a mental orgasm. Without thinking, I rose to my feet, my head barely reaching his shoulders. He flashed me his wicked smile again.

"It's your lucky night," he said, reminding me of that silly bartender saying the same to me earlier. Well, lucky me! I was about to have two lucky nights in a row. Or rather yet another fuckathon with another stranger.

"It gets better. I fuck anything that walks."

I bit my lip at his admission, enticed even more.

"I don't do types or specs. I'm all about fucking. Hell! I'd fuck myself if it were possible," he said, chuckling as if his words were funny. I considered them sex-inducing. "And tonight, I'm in the mood to fuck the hell out of someone and who better than the horniest looking woman in the bar."

It took everything in me not to zip down his pants, grab his cock and pump it into my pussy.

"What makes you think I'm here to get fucked?" I said, my silly arrogance rearing its ugly head.

"Your eyes. It's all in your eyes, Miss. And you look like one of the tight ones."

His words caused a wave of heat to sweep through my entire body.

"Look, Miss, I'm all for one-nighters. I fuck without strings attached. Even if you have a boyfriend, he doesn't have to know. And he probably isn't doing his job right or you wouldn't be so horny sitting in a bar alone."

I rolled my eyes at him. "What makes you think I'll let you fuck me?" I said, wanting to tease him a bit more.

He grinned at me, eye-fucking me yet again. And without warning, he grabbed my waist and led me out back. I was too fucking horny to protest. So, I kept my cool.

***

"I like it when they scream my name," the rough-looking stranger said, shoving me hard against the wall. I was right about his hands. They were calloused and strong. A sting of pleasure fired through my veins, and sent a crazy amount of shivers racing down my spine. I'd never had a man rough-handle me like this before. And damn! It felt fucking good. Who knew I was such a bad girl at heart?

The dimly lit alley smelled of sweat and urine, but his scent dominated the area, primal and musky. This was just the right kind of place to entertain a wild-ass fuckathon. But it was public. Anyone passing by would see us fucking, would see us naked. The thought of it excited everything in me. I would have never thought to come here to get fucked, especially not by a stranger. He could be a member of a notorious gang, or worse, a serial killer. But I was all about getting fucked into oblivion right now. Don't blame me for being so reckless. Blame my neighbor-fucking ex-boyfriend. Plus, I still had a long way to go in making up for the boring sex life I'd had with him. And for not fucking around like my friends did in high school. His phone buzzed in his back pocket, but he didn't answer it, his eyes fiercely on me.

"What's the name?" I said while he put off the ringing phone, and viciously pinned my hands against the wall. There was little space between us; he made sure of that.

His cock, still stuck in his pants, was big and pressed hard against my greedily hungry pussy. A soft moan escaped my mouth. Another followed. And as he parted his lips to speak, his breath which was a fiery ethanol hovered over me, filling my nostrils. With my nipples turning more sensitive, I bit my lower lip in excitement as his dick pressed harder against my pussy.

"It's 'No Mercy'," he said, his voice rougher than before. I wasn't surprised. It was clearly spelled out on his forehead, obvious to anyone who cared to see.

"Interesting name," I said, imagining how rough he intended to go at me. My pussy had never taken in such a fat cock before. Even the dildo Sienna had used on me last night was not as big as his cock.

"You'll scream it as I fuck you. And the harder you scream it, the harder I fuck you. Can you do that?"

I nodded, the tingling sensation between my legs intensifying.

"Good girl," he said, giving me a thorough stare.

Did he know that my patience was running fucking thin? He was supposed to have pumped his goddamn cock into me already. Releasing my hands, his fingers found the edge of my dress and reached for my red panties. My favorite red panties, particularly the ones I usually kept in my third dresser drawer. With reckless abandon, he yanked it down, tearing as he went. I had little care in the world. What was a lace red pantie compared to the rough night I was about to have? He pulled back from me, unbuckled his belt, and zipped down his trousers. I watched him eagerly extract his large cock, precum dripping from the tip. Everything in me wanted to taste it.

He dropped his palm forcefully on my head and pushed me to my feet. You would have thought I was about to perform a salutation in Yoga. But no, I was about to suck a stranger's dick. I raised my head but could hardly see his face. His huge cock was in the way, with reddish balls hanging in the low light. I had never before sucked a cock. And wasn't sure this one fit my mouth exactly. Right now, though, I was completely focused on testing limits. Besides, there was a first time for everything. Without thinking about it any further, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, the slightly milky tip staring me in the face.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?" he thundered, pressing my head against his dick.

Swiftly, I slapped my tongue against his dick, licking the precum off the velvet cap. I licked it like it was a sugar fountain or something similar. I stroked, brushed, fondled, and grazed the hard length in the dirtiest manner I could think of. And as expected, a slight groan erupted from his lips, the words 'Atta girl' following.

Excitement shot through me, especially in my clit. I was doing it right, sucking this stranger stupid. Fucking impressive for the first time.

And I sucked even more as his sharp fingers squeezed my brown hair. He sighed and grunted, repeating and repeating the word 'fuck'. Now, this was how you sucked a stranger's dick.

Without warning, he pressed his cock's crown against my throat, his hands moving my head up and down his dick. And fuck! He was so rough at it.

I gulped his warm, salty cum, letting all of it slide down my throat. It made me feel like a famous porn star. By the time I finished sucking him, I'd probably have more salt in my body than the Great Salt Lake. As soon as I was done swallowing him, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and muffled a grunt. Then he chuckled, staring at how much bigger his cock was now.

"Get up!" he shouted, startling me. His voice was too commanding for me to ignore. And obeying him, I rose to my feet, my pussy dripping so much that drops fell to my feet.

Grabbing me again, he slammed my back against the wall and shoved two of his fingers into my wet hole. I couldn't control the moans slipping out of my mouth. He flashed me a dirty smile.

"That is some wet ass pussy right there," he mumbled, the dirty smile still clinging to his lips.

Pulling out his fingers from the wetness, he drew down my dress's straps. Now, my lace white bra was completely exposed for him and the whole fucking world to see. He gazed at my cleavage with greedy eyes and remarked, "Nice tits."

For fuck's sake, "screw me already," I wanted to scream. But I remained composed as he ripped off my bra. My eyes were still on his fat cock, but now my red-tipped breasts were staring him in the face, too. My nipples were firmer than ever, begging to be stroked, licked, sucked, grazed, bitten.

Without mercy, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard, his lips pulling my right red nipple, sucking and sucking. It was delicious and painful at the same time. He was biting too hard. Soft moans spilled from my mouth, a response to the painful pleasure. I shivered as his coarse beard grazed my nipples. My eyes caught someone walking by, probably a man in his twenties, but who the fuck cared? He stopped in his tracks, watching "No Mercy" move from nipple to nipple. There was a look of shock on his face and something else I couldn't describe.

I couldn't care less because of how aroused I was, how in need I was of being touched like this. He might as well stay until "No Mercy" pushed his chubby cock into me. Or mind his fucking business and leave us to have our public fuckathon. Going with the latter, he walked away while No Mercy and I kept up the public show.

I moaned in agonizing pleasure as he recklessly bit my left nipple. And with the way he was going, it felt like my nipple would fall off. But damn! I loved the feeling. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want it to end. Shit! I should be getting my red-tips sucked like this more often.

And before he let go of my nipples, his tongue moved smoothly back and forth against my left nipple. At the moment, I didn't mind getting fucked with a bottle because my pussy was swollen. You'd think it was about to explode. No Mercy flashed his sly grin at me as if he'd wanted to get me this aroused. A move I totally approved because I couldn't manage his large cock inside of me any other way. God! I was as aroused as fuck.