I met her half on-line and half through friends. I had no real idea of what she looked like except slim and with black hair. I assumed she would be dark because she's half Latina. When I saw her outside the cafe where we had to meet my eyes took her in her beauty and then passed on. No blind date could be that good looking. I'm not that lucky. Then she tentatively stepped toward me and said, "Micky?" My heart leapt into my throat and I felt a throb and I started to get hard.
I don't remember dinner. I don't know what we talked about. I know I carried on my end of the conversation yet all I am conscious of now is the way she looked. Her hair was black and wavy, spreading across her back below her shoulders. Olive skin. Black eyes. Thicker than usual black eyebrows. She is slim, as she had told me, but her shoulders are broad and her hips luscious. She was wearing blue jeans, a little baggy and low on her hips, and a white shirt. The top three buttons on her shirt were undone, displaying the sexy hollow at the base of her throat. I kept hunting for a glimpse of cleavage but she doesn't have much in the way of breasts, a slight disappointment at the time.
The second time we met it was for a movie. Once again I met her rather than picking her up. Perhaps she was reluctant to let me know where she lived before she got to know me. Once again I found it a little difficult to breathe when I saw her. She was wearing the same kind of clothes as she had the first time. I would later learn that she always dressed like this, unless she wore a skirt. I don't remember what movie we saw. What I remember is finding her hand in the dark. I toyed with it throughout the movie. Running my fingers across her palm, the back of her hand, between her long fingers. At one point during the movie, when the love scene was just getting going, when I could hear her breathing get rougher, when she started almost rhythmically squeezing my hand, I leaned over and kissed her neck just behind and below her left ear. I just barely let the tip of my tongue touch her. That was all. During the whole movie, while fantasizing about plunging my cock down her throat, I merely toyed with her hand and gave her that one kiss. And then the movie ended.
"So, what now? Would you like to grab something to eat, or can I give you a lift home?" I was praying that she wasn't ready for the second option but I was willing to play the gent.
"I'm not really hungry...er...not ready for dinner but I don't want to go home yet, either." She smiled sexily. "I'm enjoying myself. Maybe we can go for a drive or take a walk or something?"
I grinned myself, happy at the intent behind changing "not hungry" to "not ready for dinner." I hoped she was as hungry as I was!
"Let's go for a ride, then." I was a little embarrassed to hear my voice crack. God, she was hot!
I had parked my truck in the alley behind the theater. Taking her hand firmly in mine I led her out of the theater and into the dim alley. There were other cars parked back there. It was only murkily lit. A single bulb right over the exit cast dim light over the pavement.
"Mickey, slow down. You're going too fast." Her voice showed she was out of breath but it was laced with laughter. I didn't want to hold back any longer. I spun her around and pressed her back into the nearest car. Grabbing her hair lightly at the base of her neck I pulled her to me. For a little while I was gentle. Kissing her softly, running my tongue over her lips, I was tender. But my hunger got the best of me. I drove my tongue into her mouth. My hand in her hair was gripping tighter now; my other hand went to her breast. I swirled my thumb around her nipple and felt it get hard. She didn't have much in the way of tits but Jesus her nipples were huge!
"Oh God! Mickey!" She moaned as I took my mouth from hers and bent down to ravage her neck. She was grinding her whole body into mine. Her arms were wrapped around me and her hands traveled up and down the back of my body from my hair to my ass. I looked up at her with one eye. Her mouth was open and she was gasping. Taking one swollen nipple between my thumb and forefinger I pinched her lightly, then harder, harder still, then savagely twisted it as hard as I could. She almost screamed but she was still too conscious of where she was. I humped my groin against her and she gasped again as my monster hard-on mashed her mons through her jeans.
"Are you as hungry as I am, baby? I asked. "Do you want it as bad as I do? Have you been thinking about getting fucked as much as I've been thinking about fucking you? Like what you feel, baby?" I smiled at her and pressed my cock against her hips.
She started to say, "Oh shit, Mickey. You feel so good. But not here, ok sugar? It's too public..." I shut her up with my tongue. I pressed her back harder against the car. Insinuating a hand between us, no easy task, I unbuttoned her fly. Her pants were loose and my hand just slipped right in against her wetness.
"You little slut!" I whispered between clenched teeth. "No panties? You're a bad little girl, aren't you? You know Daddy's going to have to punish you but first..."
My fingers slid up and down her wetness. She was soaked. My fingers found her clit and followed the same pattern they had with her nipple, pinch hard, harder, harder, vicious twist. This time she did scream and came at the same time, drenching my hand - and her pants. An ejaculator! Be still my pounding heart. I was in heaven. Sexy, a squirter, and clearly a masochist. I raised my eyes to the sky and silently thanked my Higher Power.
She collapsed back against the car. Clearly her legs could barely support her any longer. My cock felt bigger than it ever had in my life. My whole being was drowning in lust. Suddenly I was snapped back to reality by the sound of applause! Five hunky gay leather men were standing there, admiring looks on their faces, hands clapping.
"Oh honey!" One of them exclaimed in a nellie voice at complete odds with his leather daddy outfit. "Work that boy! Teach him who his master is!"
I smiled at them with real delight. I felt like I had just passed an initiation and joined an exclusive men's club. "Oh honey!" I mimicked the leather queen. "You have no idea..." With that I ripped open her shirt and exposed her small, yet decidedly female, tits. With my other hand I started to tug on her jeans. "Drop them!" I commanded.
"Mickey!" She whispered furiously, her eyes widening.
"Drop 'em, slut." Silently I prayed she would comply. I didn't want to be embarrassed in front of my new brothers. "Take them off you stupid cunt! NOW!" I roared. Then, blessedly, she complied. She moaned sensuously as her jeans crumpled around her ankles. The leather men shouted their approval and then to a man stopped and stared in amazement as they realized that it wasn't exactly two of their brothers they had busted in the alley but two women. I laughed at the stunned look on their faces.
"Don't have to be a man to be a Daddy, boys!" I crowed. Then looking at the beautiful bitch I was with I said, "Drop to your knees and suck my dick, cunt. Show these boys that bad little girls know how to suck cock." For another moment I was afraid she wouldn't comply, that she couldn't be willing to do this but then she dropped to her knees and with her teeth undid the buttons on my jeans. My cock, freed at last of its confines, sprang up. I almost gasped with relief. It's not easy packing an 8-1/2 inch hardcock all evening. With a loud moan Gloria engulfed my cock with her lips. I was almost faint with pleasure. Every butch who's had the pleasure will tell you that they can feel their cock getting sucked, they can feel a femme's lips and teeth and tongue and tonsils, when their cocks get sucked. I was just about to cum. It took almost all the strength I had to take my cock from her throat.
"I want to fuck your ass," I panted. "I want to pound my dick into your tight ass. I want to split you wide open!"
"No, Mickey! No! Please! Not that! I can't do that, Mickey." Suddenly she was crying. Hysterically she said, "Fuck my pussy, Mickey. Fuck my cunt, Daddy! Fuck me hard, please Daddy!"
"Oh yeah, you fucking whore! I'm gonna fuck you but I'm gonna fuck your ass baby, not your cunt. I'll bet you'll like it, you brazen cunt, but I don't really care if you do or not. Tonight your ass is mine!" Months of no sex spurred me on.
I grabbed her and bent her over a motorcycle parked in the alley. I spit again and again into my palm and then rubbed my hand all over my dick. I was dimly aware of the men in the background laughing and cheering me on. Briefly I imagined them standing there with their dicks in their hands, jerking off to the sight of me preparing to fuck my bitch's shithole. As I split her asscheeks with my hands I aimed a huge gob of spit at her tight rosebud. My aim was perfect and with my thumb I worked it into her hole. She wriggled, first away from the invasion and then back on my thumb with little gasps.
"No, Mickey! I don't like this. I don't want this, Mickey. I've never had anything in my ass, Mickey. Please don't. Please! MICKEY, PLEEEEASE! OH GOD, I HATE THIS, MICKEY!" All the while she was fucking back and forth on my thumb. I could tell she was really crying though. In her mind she didn't want to be sodomized but her body told a different story. I was going to give her what her body wanted. Her mind could catch up whenever it wanted to - or not. I raised her up from the motorcycle just long enough to rip off what remained of her shirt. I savaged her nipples. Incredibly they got even bigger and harder. Tears were running down her face as she begged me not to fuck her ass, as she begged me to be kind to her.
"Please, Mickey. Be nice. Be nice to me. You can fuck me but please fuck my cunt. Okay, baby? Fuck my cunt."
"You think you don't want it, Gloria, but you do." I whispered savagely into her ear. "You know you've fantasized some scene very like this. On restless nights you've laid in bed, hand in your pussy, thinking about some butch taking you in a back alley, thinking about being taken against your will. Look how wet you are, slut!" My hand swam in her cunt juice. I looked over my shoulder at the group of leathermen. A couple of them did have their cocks out. One knelt on the ground silently being fucked in the mouth. "Hey bro's. I could use some help here. I need some one to hold her down so she doesn't try to bolt." The one leather man who was not exposing himself nor partaking of a sex act ambled forward. With no further word from me he held her down.
Raising more spit I slicked up my cock some more. As I pressed my cockhead against what I was now sure was her virgin asshole, she screamed.
"MOTHER FUCKER! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!"
