Back-Alley Slut
Lula Lisbon
Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon
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Back-Alley Slut
I love topping hot little bitches like you.
I smile when I open the door and see you standing there, your warm blush already creeping across your beautiful face. Your small hand nervously grips the knee-length navy pea coat shut. I know what’s underneath – or rather, what’s not underneath it. Languidly, I lean a tattooed arm up against the doorframe, run my hand casually through my close-cropped hair. My jeans are just tight enough so that my packing bulge is apparent; I see your eyes flicker down to it, pupils quickly dilating in excitement, then back up to my face. I like the naughty smile that you’re trying to hide.
I love how petite you are. Your eyelashes are so long, it secretly makes my knees weak when you look up at me through them like this, desire burning hot in your gaze. You could wrap me around your finger when you look at me like that, but I’ll never let you know my truth. Shifting my feet, I gather myself and focus instead on the feel of the straps of the fuck-harness fastened around my waist, on the air of power, determination, and cockiness it inherently gives me.
I raise an eyebrow haughtily. “Give it to me.” Your look of confusion makes me grin.
“Before I’ll let you in, take off your coat, and give it to me.” If it weren’t so goddamn sexy, the stricken look of shock you give me would make me laugh in devilish glee. The cool autumn wind ruffles your long, whiskey-colored curls, and you glance around anxiously. It’s a tiny back entrance courtyard, just through a narrow city alleyway. But it’s still outside, still glaringly public, and we both know it. Right around the corner, people are walking to bars, getting home late from work, talking on cell phones, driving their cars, begging for change; all not even twenty feet away and without suspecting a thing. Your blush deepens, and so does my sadistic smirk. I love doing this to you. I love that you try to fight me, and I love that you want to let me anyway.
I have the keys in my pocket, but you don’t know that. As you look on, I deliberately lock the door, step outside, and suddenly slam it behind me. My eyes never leave your face. The distressed alarm in your eyes only serves to make my clit hard, my cunt achingly wet. I’m enjoying the pressure of the cock base against me; it makes my nipples stand at attention, rubbing against the cotton of my sports bra underneath my white polo shirt.
You whisper something, but at the same moment, the wind picks up. Between that and the constant city traffic, I can’t hear you. But I read it in your eyes anyway, your bashful posture, the slight tremble of your hand still desperately clutching your coat shut.
“I don’t care,” I sneer. “If you don’t give it to me now, I’ll just take what I want from you anyway, right here in the alley. Is that what you prefer?” I don’t wait for an answer. I grab your wrist and jerk it away from the opening of your coat, seizing the back of your neck and forcing your mouth to mine in a fiery possession of your body. I can tell by your little gasps and the way your sweet, soft body jumps in erotic response to my aggression that you can’t help but obey me. This pleases me, and my hand snakes inside your warm woolen coat to roughly knead your gorgeous, creamy breast. Your perfume, vanilla-sandalwood-burnt-spices, intoxicates me; mixed with your female pheromones, your scent is a drug. I inhale it, deeply, as if I’ll die without it; maybe I would.
You moan into my kiss, egging me on. I grab your tight ass underneath the coat with both hands, grinding my thick rod against your hot snatch, knowing what effect it has on you. I smile into your mouth, enjoying my total control over your body’s response, knowing what my every movement will do to you. I feel you melting into me, quivering with arousal, and I can almost hear you pleading with me: more, more, please, more…
I break the kiss, and see the dizzied dismay in your eyes. “Give it to me, or I’ll take it,” I growl. Lust and fear compete for control inside you; I can read them on your pretty face as clearly as clouds crossing the darkening October skies. I pretend to lose patience. In one smooth motion I appropriate the coat, tearing it off of you by one lapel, carelessly tossing it aside against the weather-stained brick wall. You gasp, wrapping your arms around your scantily clad body, suddenly frigid in the cool fall gloaming.
“Put your arms down!” I bark. “Did you obey me and wear everything I told you to?”
Nodding miserably, shivering, you comply with my command. I grin wolfishly and my eyes rake your body, absorbing every delicious detail. I am thoroughly titillated by what I see: a tight black cropped cami with red lace bra underneath, shiny black micro-mini that might as well be a belt for all it covers, ruffled black garter-belt holding up black fishnet stockings, red patent-leather stripper heels. You’re as nervous as a first-time hooker, here in the tiny courtyard outside my door, and it’s an incredibly potent aphrodisiac.
I back you up into the corner next to my front door, and against the rough brick wall, I pin both your wrists above your head with one hand. My denim-clad leg tucks between the ruffled garters on your fishnet-clad thighs and rubs your already wet pussy underneath your slutty little skirt. My chest pressing against your huge tits, I take your jaw in my other hand, angle your face slightly, and shove my tongue in your mouth. One of my many gestures demonstrating that I'm in charge, that you’re my eager whore, that I’ll always make you mine. Mine, always mine.
I move my hot, wet mouth from yours to your earlobes, I bite and nibble your neck in the spots that are so easy for me to find. In a husky undertone, I describe exactly what I'm going to make you do to please me, enjoying your small noises of passionate obeisance. I grind my thigh deliberately against you, silently cursing the thin fabric between my flesh and your pulsing clit; the contact forces a brief, high-pitched squeal from your damp throat. I pull away and look you in the eyes, order you to take off your panties and hand them to me. You gasp and hesitate for just a second.
"Did I stutter, you little back-alley slut? Do it now!" Your heart pounding, you bend down and submit, quickly unsnapping your garters, dropping the panties to your dainty ankles, and re-snapping each of the four garters back onto your fishnet stockings. I stand there, arms crossed, avidly watching your every movement. Finally, you shyly hand me your scanty, soaking panties. I hold them up for inspection, and glide my fingers against the soaked cotton crotch. Staring into your eyes, I slowly apply the wetness to my lips like gloss. I lick my lips, testing, and make a noise of approval. Your eyes widen, feeling your freshly shaven pussy throb with need.
I grab your wrists suddenly, roughly, and force you around to face the bricks of the courtyard’s inside corner. I use your wet panties to tightly tie your hands behind your back. You feel me pressing behind you, your cheek forced against the chilly dividing wall. I grind my turgid cock against your bare bottom, moving slightly – just enough to tease, just enough to make you gasp, just enough to make you drip. My arms snake around your waist, sliding into the bottom of your tight crop-top. My hands move up and grasp your luscious tits, their sweet pink nubs straining like diamonds against that lacy bra you know I like.
I pinch your nipples suddenly and viciously. You jump and moan. I feel your juices start to soak through my jeans and it drives me wild. I keep working my dong slowly against the sweet curve of your ass, and you whimper. I smile; I'm just getting started.
I lick my lips, tasting the lingering musky sweetness of your essence. I feel an answering gush of my own wetness; it runs slowly down the silky lips of my just-shaven snatch. Almost involuntarily, my fuck-ready hips grind against your tight bum and I inhale your scent: sweet, musky, vanillaflowersexy. I feel you quivering against me, caught between my hot body and the cold wall, hands tied tight with your own moist panties; you’re hyperaware of the city’s cacophony, dreading being caught, wondering what I'll do next. Your fear only intensifies my excitement.
I graze my lips tenderly against of back of your neck, silk against silk, tongue darting out to taste how your skin tingles from my touch. I roll your nipples between my fingers, light then hard, hard then light, unpredictably, enjoying the trembling it conjures through your body. Your uncontrollable panting sets my cunt on fire with the need to fuck you senseless. I can't help but bite your taut neck hard, then licking, then biting again; testing you, testing your limits, testing your desire, reveling in your fear and lust. I feel it coming from your skin like clouds of steam, and it's a stream of electricity straight to my swollen clit, sensually snug behind its huge strap-on cock.
My touch glides over your skin, and with your hands bound, you're helpless to control what I do. Your body trembles like prey in a trap. My hands leave you, leaving your skin to cool, then return. You feel the icy touch of metal against your back, and for a split second you feel utter panic. You hear the soft snick of scissors cutting your tiny shirt from the moist heat of your skin; I’d had a pair tucked into my back pocket for just this reason. Your tiny clothes fall away one by one like dead leaves, dropping limply aside onto the dirty, cracked concrete. First your tight top comes away, and then your lacy bra is cut apart, and then your short skirt. I leave the garter belt and stockings; I want to fuck you just like that. You hear my breath come harder. You know I'm pleased, you feel cool air; my fingers rake across the damp expanse of your freshly bared nudity.
I caress the curves of your hips, your glorious ass. My fingertips trace the valleys and hills of your body, making their way down to the moist cleft of your creamy slit. With one finger I pause to pet the soft indentation just above your clit, feeling the velvet skin swollen with desire. Agonizingly slowly, I trace the valley surrounding your clit hood, back and forth, enjoying the tensing of your body and how you hold your breath in anticipation. I know that you're begging me silently for more, more, please, more! Your silent pleas are in vain. You haven't earned it yet, by far.
I turn you to face me, the last shreds of your slutty little clothes lifelessly dropping away to join the other trash on the dirty pavement. My hands are everywhere, testing, teasing, knowing just how to bring you to the edge and keep you there, right where I want you. My gaze intent on you, I feel you shivering, mostly with desire; there’s a film of sweat building a sheen on your naked body, but the breeze quickly carries it away. I press my still-clothed curves against your bare skin, smirking in satisfaction, watching you helplessly slit your eyes and pant in desperation. My eyes catch yours, my lips meet yours, and I slide my tongue into the corner of your open mouth, claiming you. I grind my huge dick against your aching pussy, forcing myself against you, determined to test your limits and push you beyond them.