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I hope this is ok to post here, wasn't quite sure where else to put it, it's fiction but a tad err, pornographic I guess.

The Alley

It was a cool night and I could feel my nipples pressing against the lace of my bra, starting to ache. It had been a couple of weeks since we'd last seen each other and I was looking forward to tonight. Were my nipples hard from the cold or from anticipation? Maybe a little of each, I shivered and pulled my coat tight around me. I felt extremely self-conscious walking around as I was currently dressed - or undressed as it may be. Dressed only in black panties, suspenders, fishnet stockings and bra there was nothing protecting me from the gaze of passers by except for the coat wrapped tight around me. Coming just above my knees I felt naked walking through the city. Combined with the heels I was wearing and the bright red lipstick I felt like a street walker. Of course, I would never usually dress in such a way, but I am his slut and if he wants me to walk around looking like the Happy Hooker I'm quite happy to do so. At the end of the day, I get rewarded for being good, and, even better, punished when I'm bad.

I hadn’t always been so compliant. In what I had started to think of as "my previous life" I was always in control, I was the evil bitch with boys groveling at my feet begging to serve me and as a result was repressed and never able to let myself go, never able to fully explore the perverted depths of my mind as most boys aren't really capable of anything but trying to get their needs met.

My life had changed for the better since meeting him. Yes, I was now reduced to being the clichéd adulteress, sneaking around waiting excitedly for illicit moments, but the excitement of such activities is highly underrated. The adrenaline involved charges all those underutilized primal instincts, it felt fantastic to be a sexual creature once again. I shivered once again and I knew this time it wasn't from the cold. Ever since we'd first met it seemed I'd been thinking with my pussy - my constantly wet, hungry pussy. I had been around for 28 years before finding someone able to push my buttons so completely. The first few moments of our first meeting was awkward, I was worried that the promise which had been evident in our emails and chat messages was really just wishful thinking. The nervousness wasn't long lived though and he soon took control of himself, and of me.

I smiled as I walked along, remembering the heat of his body next to mine, the first touch of his hand skimming my breast through my blouse. While we were sitting there in the pub he took my hand in his own large hands and did something, to this day I still have no idea what, but he had me squirming in my seat just by rubbing my hand. Only one hand! It was that moment I knew that we were about to embark on a lovely friendship. Of course the events later that night did seal that thought. There was I acting the wanton hussy first in the pub, then outside the church, all thoughts lost to me. And when his hand slipped up my skirt to first touch my dripping cunt, I felt like screaming, the people watching us from the pub forcing a semblance of control on me.

I was close to our rendezvous point now, I could feel the wetness between my legs, sure that people could smell the desire on me. I looked around, where was he? Suddenly I felt a hand around my mouth and felt myself dragged into a dark alley I hadn't noticed before. Panic welled up inside me combined with a little fear. I feel a rough hand reach through the top of my coat and grab my left breast roughly; knowing fingers going straight to a nipple and tweaking it. Some of the panic subsided although his hand was still over my mouth and I was being held firmly against the brick wall at side of alley. Surely only one person knew to do that to me to get my compliance. My coat was open now exposing me to anyone who cared to walk past and look. He turned me around and replaced his hand with his mouth. He fucked my mouth with his tongue, still not speaking to me. A hand reached up and grabbed my hair, other hand now slid over my panties feeling my hot wetness. I moaned into his mouth and then felt myself tugged down by my hair, I drop to my knees and he unbuttoned his fly freeing his semi-hard cock, forcing my mouth onto it. I open my lips hungrily and take it all into my mouth, sucking hardness into it, tonguing the shaft. He starts to pump my mouth, I moan again, fighting a gag reflex. My hands reached around to grab his perfect squish-able arse while I concentrated on taking all of his length into me. He had, has, such a beautiful cock and all I wanted was for him to be happy with what I was doing. I looked up at him, in the gloom he could have been anyone but I knew. All of this and still not a word had passed between us.

The noise of traffic and pedestrians passing not 10 metres away from us was muffled in my ears. If people had stopped to stare at us I didn’t care, all I wanted was to be taken by him, to be his. He grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me back up, lips on my neck, one hand again roughly tweaking a nipple while the other one tore my panties off. I gasped in surprise, I hadn’t been expecting that. The cool night breeze caressed my butt and cooled the hotness of my pussy. Goosebumps crawled over my skin and I shivered. Two of his fingers slipped inside me and his other hand supported my back while I thrust onto his fingers. My hands reached up to his head and he left me kiss him, for the briefest of moments before pulling his mouth away from mine. I moaned, I loved the taste of him so much, I wanted more of him. I wanted him in me, on me, everywhere. He lowered his mouth down to a breast and sucked on my nipple, rolling it around with his tongue and nibbling on it, fingers still working away inside my cunt. My head lolled back and I tried very hard not to start moaning too loud, calling out his name.

Suddenly he stopped. I was starting to sense a pattern here, too much noise resulting in a change of action. He turned my around and pulled my coat off me totally. I was standing there naked except for stockings and suspenders and my bra, I was unsteady on my heels and rested my palms against the cool brickwork in front of me to keep me stable. I looked down and saw my little black knickers ruined in a crumpled heap and for some reason that increased my desire and I leaned back into him. He still hadn’t said a word to me, with hands like that who needs a vocabulary! I heard his pants slide down his legs and I felt his arms around me, fingers plucking idly at a nipple and at my clit. I was wiggling around trying to get his fingers where I wanted them to be but he was having none of that. I panted with desire and lust, oh please fuck me.

As if a mind reader I felt his hard cock enter me from behind, slowly working it’s way inside my wet hungry pussy. I arched my back and poked my arse out at him, I wanted more, I wanted all of it, every last millimetre. Once completely in he just stayed there, deep inside me, I could feel the pulse in his cock beating in time with the blood pumping through my own being. A finger lightly tapped Morse code onto my clit and I squirmed but there was no getting away. I was impaled here on his cock as surely had Vlad done it to me himself. The tapping continued, occasionally sliding around the outer lips only to move back to my clit. I could feel the tension building up in me, my legs locked and orgasm undulated through my body. I could feel my cunt closing tight around his cock, my fingers trying to find a grip on the wall as pleasure washed through me. His hands moved now, one grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, the other grabbed my hip and he started thrusting into me. Long slow deliberate, “oh my god that feels so good” strokes. I’m never very religious except when he’s fucking me. All I could do was move my hips in time with his thrusts. No other movement was possible due to the control he had over me by holding my hair. My breasts grazed against the bricks in front me and he quite literally pounded me from behind. Slap! His hand came down on my arse with a resounding noise. Surely people had heard that and were watching us but I didn’t care. I loved him taking me from behind; his cock was able to hit exactly the right point on the inside of my pussy, that point where pleasure becomes ecstasy. Once again I could feel orgasm building up inside of me, he thrust again and I came, writhing on his hardness, spasms of electrical pleasure shooting up my spine, through my womb, down my legs. Still he thrust into me, had it really been two weeks since he last did this to me? If felt like forever and I never wanted this moment to end. Wave after wave of pleasure passed through me while he stayed silent behind me fucking me hard. Then I heard it, a soft sigh escaped from his lips and I felt his cock dance inside me, pumping his cum deep into me, buried inside me. He released my hair and I rested my forehead against the cool brick, catching my breath. He rested his head on mine and I felt his hardness dissipate inside of me until he eventually slipped out of me, our combined juices running down my legs. He quickly pulled his pants back up and tucked himself in, patted me on the rump and kissed my check.

I looked around and he was gone. Quickly I wrapped my coat around me and used the discarded panties to mop myself up a bit. Tidying myself up as best I could I left the relative seclusion of that alley and walked back out into the busy street. I had dinner to get to, and while I knew my date wasn’t expecting me just yet, it wouldn’t do to keep him waiting longer than necessary.