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17/4 New Avenue free porn video
"17/4 New Avenue"
"What?"
"Be there in an hour - make sure you wear a skirt"
She's left staring at the blunt messages, a shiver of excitement and concern passes through her.
Looking at the time on her phone she realises she doesn't have long. In and out of the shower, she dresses as she thinks he will want. Hold ups under a tight skirt that hugs her ass. No knickers, a bra, blouse and long coat complete her ensemble.
High heels she's not used to impede her walk to get a cab. Soon she is standing on a street corner feeling like a slut, aware of her clothes underneath and loving that this excites her even more. Looking again at her phone the shiver returns, as does the wetness - making her question the no knickers plan - but she must listen to him. Why? She's a confident, successful, feisty woman and here she is doing a man's bidding. Doing exactly as she was told and no longer in control. And there it was, the reason she was on a street corner with a damp pussy waiting to see a man who has excited her like no other - control, she might spend her days in control of her life but at night, when he messaged her - she gave up all pretence of being in control.
She scans the street looking for an available cab - soon one passes, she hails it and climbs in. Just as she closes the door and sits down the cab pulls away - she's thrown back into her seat - causing her legs to open. With horror she realises she's no knickers on and the cabbie has just seen her shorn pussy - a landing strip is no protection and hurriedly she closes her legs. Too late, she can see the leering eyes of the cabbie in the rear-view mirror and she knows he's seen everything.
"Everything OK dear" he enquires.
"Yes thanks, you just pulled away a bit quick there, wasn't expecting it"
"Yeh, sorry about that" he snickered.
The laugh annoyed the hell out of her and normally she would be letting the pervy bastard driving the cab exactly what she thought of him.
But not the evening Kate, not the slightly scared, very damp Kate. No, she found herself shivering again and before she knew it, slightly parting her thighs to give the leering driver another glimpse. Before she knew it, the cab went round a corner far too fast and her legs opened so wide he could probably see how excited she was.
"Sorry again love" he leers.
She doesn't care, her nipples are throbbing and she's considering touching her clit - she might have if the driver hadn't been a disgusting sweaty slob who was 3 months away from morbid obesity. God, what was going on in her head?
Before she can do anything that will definitely fill her with remorse later the cab pulls up in a semi industrial street.
"This is it, 17 New Avenue"
What on earth had she got herself into as she looks out the window? It's dark and sinister and the cabbie is leering again.
As she tries to pay, the leering driver informs her the show was payment enough. Hopefully the driver can’t see her blushing face. Soon she is standing outside a building in a dark street she has never been on before. Looking up there are plenty of lights on in the flats and it doesn't look that bad.
Walking to the door she looks for the button for 4 - she buzzes it and shiver goes through her again. There is no vocal response, but the door opens with a buzz. Slowly she opens the door, still unsure as to why she was there - who is she k**ding, she knew exactly why she was there, she was eager to be fucked, eager to be at the mercy of a man who had awakened a part of her she never knew existed.
There are no flats on the ground floor and with some trepidation she climbs the stairs - flats 1 and 2 are just in front of her - but the other two are down the end of a corridor - in the middle of which is another hall. As she walks past the hall she can smell him, his scent reaches her nose and she looks around. Just as she turns her head the hall light goes off, she's totally lost, no night vision and before she knows what's happening a hand covers her mouth and she's pushed into the hall.
"Hello Kate"
His voice reassures and frightens her - not in equal measure - no, she's much more frightened - which makes her even wetter.
He forcefully pushes her further down into the dark hall and before she knows it, her face is pressed up against the wall and he's behind her.
"Have you dressed properly Kate?"
"Do you have any panties on Kate?"
"Are you a slut Kate?"
All these questions are obviously rhetorical, just as well, as her throat is dry from fear & excitement and there is no way she would be able to answer.
He forces himself behind her and she can feel him - he's hard already and it's pressed against her ass. Without realising it, she pushes back - like a bitch in heat - a slut in heat.
Quickly he drags her coat off.
"What the fuck is this Kate?"
"Did I tell you to wear a bra Kate?"
He didn't tell her what to wear and a shiver of fear courses through her. Maybe she has misjudged him, maybe he will do something she really doesn't to happen - or does she? Why exactly is she here if she doesn’t want the unknown to happen, for him to explore the depths of her – emotionally as well as physically!
A shooting pain crosses her breasts as she realises he's torn her bra off - they tingle as the sudden assault causes her nipples to harden.
He grabs both of her arms and raises them - she has to turn her face as the movement would have forced her nose onto the wall. Her hard nipples are pressed through the thin cloth of her blouse against the cold wall and then his mouth is next to her ear.
"You need to be punished Kate"
"You had no right to be wearing a bra Kate"
Why is he ending every sentence with her name? It's driving her wild - being reminded it's not some random horny woman in this hall, it's her - Kate - pushing her ass back onto man's hard cock and silently demanding he treat her like a slut.
"Put your wrists together Kate"
She complies as some sort of cable tie slips around them - her hands are together and he moves her deeper into the hall. In the dark he slips the tie over a hook in the wall and whilst she's not suspended, it would be painful if she had to step out of her heels. There isn't much chance of her doing that though as she suspects he rather likes her in them.
With her hands over the hook he can use his for other purposes - one hand pinches a nipple which forces a groan from her lips - she involuntarily pushes her ass back - which meets his other hand, a hand that's dragging up her skirt to expose her.
"Just as well Kate"
"If you'd been wearing panties you would have regretted it Kate" His tone left her in no doubt she would have - but once again she found herself not caring.
Before she knows what is happening he has slid 2 fingers into her soaking wet sex - she closes her eyes and groans - all she can hear is his laugh.
"God you're such a slut Kate"
"You are soaking wet, I bet you can hardly feel my fingers Kate"
His taunting voice causes her to blush, but he's wrong - she is soaking wet but she can feel his fingers - they feel wonderful and shameful all at the same time.
"Taste yourself Kate” His fingers cover her lips and she eagerly sucks them in, savouring the taste of herself. Her legs are very wobbly, if he touches her clit that would be it - she'd be cumming, cumming like a common slut in a tenement hallway.
Suddenly the hallway becomes even darker - he's blindfolded her and her fear ramps up a notch again. But no matter how scared she might feel, her pussy utterly ignores it – she’s soaking.
"You like that don’t you Kate?" His words strike a chord - of course she likes it, I am a slut she thinks.
Before she knows what is happening his cock is pressed against her ass and she's groaning.
"Now now, stop being so eager, you'll get what you deserve tonight Kate"
She's now making noises - noises she doesn't ever remember making before - his cock is replaced by his fingers and as they run themselves over her as they are violently plunged into her - as he fingers her sex a hand snakes around to the front - the combination of her clit being pinched and he pussy full of fingers is all it takes.
She cums hard, a long drawn out orgasm - one that has her legs wobbling and causing shooting pain in her wrists she forgets her position.
He steadies her and soon he's whispering in her ear again.
"God you're such a slut Kate"
"I needed a towel to dry my hand there Kate” She knows he didn't use a towel as her wiped her juices on her skirt.
God, she thinks, what a slut, he's wiping my juices on my clothes and I am still having little post-orgasmic shudders.
He properly lifts her skirt until it's resting at her waist - her pussy and ass can feel the cool breeze, it's an amazing contrast on her overheated sex. It also appears to be turning her on - everything seems to be doing that.
"Are you ready Kate?"
God, what now she thinks as she groans her consent.
She can feel his mouth trace a line down her back - the thin blouse does nothing to mask his eager mouth - his breath is on her ass, as are his hands – he pulls her ass towards him and then she can feel him parting her cheeks. His tongue continues its snaking line – lower and lower. She bites her lip as his tongue enters her ass – his tongue feels like it’s assaulting her – her most personal space is being violated by his tongue and she loves it. She’s groaning and moaning, careful not to hurt her wrists, but eager to push back.
He’s loving her eagerness, loving it – her pussy is like a dripping tap– his free hand slips a couple of fingers in and she shudders – his thumb caresses her swollen clit and her legs start to shake. Being penetrated, fingered and having her clit rubbed is eventually all too much and she cries out – he stays where he is watching her just about collapse – marvelling at its length and intensity.
As she comes down, he gives her no respite – standing, he easily slides his hard cock into her sodden pussy and she cries out.
“Could you be any wetter you gorgeous little slut Kate?”
As he slides himself in and out, their fevered lovemaking is interrupted by the hall light coming on and the sound of footsteps is soon heard. They can hear a couple walking up the stairs – Kate is petrified, her career, her reputation all gone for what?
She gets a reminder of what, his hand covers her mouth, he whispers a shhhh in her ear – but teasingly he continues to fuck her. They must hear us she thinks, she can hear the noise, it sounds so loud – the sucking noise of a soaking wet pussy being fucked – the slapping of skin on each other – his breathing.
My god the smell, they must smell us she thinks – that delicious musky smell of sex – it’s overwhelming them.
“They’ve gone Kate”
She relaxes, he removes his hand and she groans. He’s not going to last long, she can feel his urgency – his pace quickens and soon the slapping sound of her ass and his hips fill the hall. They are fucking frantically now, panting, groaning, fucking.
His orgasm is sudden – soon he is filling her with his seed – her orgasm is close but there is nothing she can do – her arms are tied and she suspects he’s deliberately avoiding touching her clit. Considering the number of orgasms she’s had she can hardly complain but she needs one more.
He slides out of her pussy, she can feel him slide his cock between her cheeks – she’s not sure, but anything for another orgasm as she pushes back. His teasing laugh hurts her, starts to bring her back from the brink.
“Let’s save that for another time Kate”
She can hear him zip up.
He throws some money on her coat and her shame is complete.
“For your taxi, it’s outside slut”
He lifts her hands from the hook and she drops to her knees.
She can’t bring herself to look at him yet, as she hears him walk away she turns her head and to her horror she can see the couple at the end of the hall watching, smiling – soon all three are gone and her humiliation is complete.
Picking up the money and coat, she covers up and runs down the stairs. Leaving the building she sees to her horror the same leering taxi driver.
“Hello love, back so soon?” He teases.
She sits back in the cab, horrified, but so alive – every sense in her body is buzzing – she feels like crying and laughing.
Putting her hands in her pockets – she feels a bit of paper, pulling it out it reads.
You were magnificent my beautiful darling.
Stu xx
"What?"
"Be there in an hour - make sure you wear a skirt"
She's left staring at the blunt messages, a shiver of excitement and concern passes through her.
Looking at the time on her phone she realises she doesn't have long. In and out of the shower, she dresses as she thinks he will want. Hold ups under a tight skirt that hugs her ass. No knickers, a bra, blouse and long coat complete her ensemble.
High heels she's not used to impede her walk to get a cab. Soon she is standing on a street corner feeling like a slut, aware of her clothes underneath and loving that this excites her even more. Looking again at her phone the shiver returns, as does the wetness - making her question the no knickers plan - but she must listen to him. Why? She's a confident, successful, feisty woman and here she is doing a man's bidding. Doing exactly as she was told and no longer in control. And there it was, the reason she was on a street corner with a damp pussy waiting to see a man who has excited her like no other - control, she might spend her days in control of her life but at night, when he messaged her - she gave up all pretence of being in control.
She scans the street looking for an available cab - soon one passes, she hails it and climbs in. Just as she closes the door and sits down the cab pulls away - she's thrown back into her seat - causing her legs to open. With horror she realises she's no knickers on and the cabbie has just seen her shorn pussy - a landing strip is no protection and hurriedly she closes her legs. Too late, she can see the leering eyes of the cabbie in the rear-view mirror and she knows he's seen everything.
"Everything OK dear" he enquires.
"Yes thanks, you just pulled away a bit quick there, wasn't expecting it"
"Yeh, sorry about that" he snickered.
The laugh annoyed the hell out of her and normally she would be letting the pervy bastard driving the cab exactly what she thought of him.
But not the evening Kate, not the slightly scared, very damp Kate. No, she found herself shivering again and before she knew it, slightly parting her thighs to give the leering driver another glimpse. Before she knew it, the cab went round a corner far too fast and her legs opened so wide he could probably see how excited she was.
"Sorry again love" he leers.
She doesn't care, her nipples are throbbing and she's considering touching her clit - she might have if the driver hadn't been a disgusting sweaty slob who was 3 months away from morbid obesity. God, what was going on in her head?
Before she can do anything that will definitely fill her with remorse later the cab pulls up in a semi industrial street.
"This is it, 17 New Avenue"
What on earth had she got herself into as she looks out the window? It's dark and sinister and the cabbie is leering again.
As she tries to pay, the leering driver informs her the show was payment enough. Hopefully the driver can’t see her blushing face. Soon she is standing outside a building in a dark street she has never been on before. Looking up there are plenty of lights on in the flats and it doesn't look that bad.
Walking to the door she looks for the button for 4 - she buzzes it and shiver goes through her again. There is no vocal response, but the door opens with a buzz. Slowly she opens the door, still unsure as to why she was there - who is she k**ding, she knew exactly why she was there, she was eager to be fucked, eager to be at the mercy of a man who had awakened a part of her she never knew existed.
There are no flats on the ground floor and with some trepidation she climbs the stairs - flats 1 and 2 are just in front of her - but the other two are down the end of a corridor - in the middle of which is another hall. As she walks past the hall she can smell him, his scent reaches her nose and she looks around. Just as she turns her head the hall light goes off, she's totally lost, no night vision and before she knows what's happening a hand covers her mouth and she's pushed into the hall.
"Hello Kate"
His voice reassures and frightens her - not in equal measure - no, she's much more frightened - which makes her even wetter.
He forcefully pushes her further down into the dark hall and before she knows it, her face is pressed up against the wall and he's behind her.
"Have you dressed properly Kate?"
"Do you have any panties on Kate?"
"Are you a slut Kate?"
All these questions are obviously rhetorical, just as well, as her throat is dry from fear & excitement and there is no way she would be able to answer.
He forces himself behind her and she can feel him - he's hard already and it's pressed against her ass. Without realising it, she pushes back - like a bitch in heat - a slut in heat.
Quickly he drags her coat off.
"What the fuck is this Kate?"
"Did I tell you to wear a bra Kate?"
He didn't tell her what to wear and a shiver of fear courses through her. Maybe she has misjudged him, maybe he will do something she really doesn't to happen - or does she? Why exactly is she here if she doesn’t want the unknown to happen, for him to explore the depths of her – emotionally as well as physically!
A shooting pain crosses her breasts as she realises he's torn her bra off - they tingle as the sudden assault causes her nipples to harden.
He grabs both of her arms and raises them - she has to turn her face as the movement would have forced her nose onto the wall. Her hard nipples are pressed through the thin cloth of her blouse against the cold wall and then his mouth is next to her ear.
"You need to be punished Kate"
"You had no right to be wearing a bra Kate"
Why is he ending every sentence with her name? It's driving her wild - being reminded it's not some random horny woman in this hall, it's her - Kate - pushing her ass back onto man's hard cock and silently demanding he treat her like a slut.
"Put your wrists together Kate"
She complies as some sort of cable tie slips around them - her hands are together and he moves her deeper into the hall. In the dark he slips the tie over a hook in the wall and whilst she's not suspended, it would be painful if she had to step out of her heels. There isn't much chance of her doing that though as she suspects he rather likes her in them.
With her hands over the hook he can use his for other purposes - one hand pinches a nipple which forces a groan from her lips - she involuntarily pushes her ass back - which meets his other hand, a hand that's dragging up her skirt to expose her.
"Just as well Kate"
"If you'd been wearing panties you would have regretted it Kate" His tone left her in no doubt she would have - but once again she found herself not caring.
Before she knows what is happening he has slid 2 fingers into her soaking wet sex - she closes her eyes and groans - all she can hear is his laugh.
"God you're such a slut Kate"
"You are soaking wet, I bet you can hardly feel my fingers Kate"
His taunting voice causes her to blush, but he's wrong - she is soaking wet but she can feel his fingers - they feel wonderful and shameful all at the same time.
"Taste yourself Kate” His fingers cover her lips and she eagerly sucks them in, savouring the taste of herself. Her legs are very wobbly, if he touches her clit that would be it - she'd be cumming, cumming like a common slut in a tenement hallway.
Suddenly the hallway becomes even darker - he's blindfolded her and her fear ramps up a notch again. But no matter how scared she might feel, her pussy utterly ignores it – she’s soaking.
"You like that don’t you Kate?" His words strike a chord - of course she likes it, I am a slut she thinks.
Before she knows what is happening his cock is pressed against her ass and she's groaning.
"Now now, stop being so eager, you'll get what you deserve tonight Kate"
She's now making noises - noises she doesn't ever remember making before - his cock is replaced by his fingers and as they run themselves over her as they are violently plunged into her - as he fingers her sex a hand snakes around to the front - the combination of her clit being pinched and he pussy full of fingers is all it takes.
She cums hard, a long drawn out orgasm - one that has her legs wobbling and causing shooting pain in her wrists she forgets her position.
He steadies her and soon he's whispering in her ear again.
"God you're such a slut Kate"
"I needed a towel to dry my hand there Kate” She knows he didn't use a towel as her wiped her juices on her skirt.
God, she thinks, what a slut, he's wiping my juices on my clothes and I am still having little post-orgasmic shudders.
He properly lifts her skirt until it's resting at her waist - her pussy and ass can feel the cool breeze, it's an amazing contrast on her overheated sex. It also appears to be turning her on - everything seems to be doing that.
"Are you ready Kate?"
God, what now she thinks as she groans her consent.
She can feel his mouth trace a line down her back - the thin blouse does nothing to mask his eager mouth - his breath is on her ass, as are his hands – he pulls her ass towards him and then she can feel him parting her cheeks. His tongue continues its snaking line – lower and lower. She bites her lip as his tongue enters her ass – his tongue feels like it’s assaulting her – her most personal space is being violated by his tongue and she loves it. She’s groaning and moaning, careful not to hurt her wrists, but eager to push back.
He’s loving her eagerness, loving it – her pussy is like a dripping tap– his free hand slips a couple of fingers in and she shudders – his thumb caresses her swollen clit and her legs start to shake. Being penetrated, fingered and having her clit rubbed is eventually all too much and she cries out – he stays where he is watching her just about collapse – marvelling at its length and intensity.
As she comes down, he gives her no respite – standing, he easily slides his hard cock into her sodden pussy and she cries out.
“Could you be any wetter you gorgeous little slut Kate?”
As he slides himself in and out, their fevered lovemaking is interrupted by the hall light coming on and the sound of footsteps is soon heard. They can hear a couple walking up the stairs – Kate is petrified, her career, her reputation all gone for what?
She gets a reminder of what, his hand covers her mouth, he whispers a shhhh in her ear – but teasingly he continues to fuck her. They must hear us she thinks, she can hear the noise, it sounds so loud – the sucking noise of a soaking wet pussy being fucked – the slapping of skin on each other – his breathing.
My god the smell, they must smell us she thinks – that delicious musky smell of sex – it’s overwhelming them.
“They’ve gone Kate”
She relaxes, he removes his hand and she groans. He’s not going to last long, she can feel his urgency – his pace quickens and soon the slapping sound of her ass and his hips fill the hall. They are fucking frantically now, panting, groaning, fucking.
His orgasm is sudden – soon he is filling her with his seed – her orgasm is close but there is nothing she can do – her arms are tied and she suspects he’s deliberately avoiding touching her clit. Considering the number of orgasms she’s had she can hardly complain but she needs one more.
He slides out of her pussy, she can feel him slide his cock between her cheeks – she’s not sure, but anything for another orgasm as she pushes back. His teasing laugh hurts her, starts to bring her back from the brink.
“Let’s save that for another time Kate”
She can hear him zip up.
He throws some money on her coat and her shame is complete.
“For your taxi, it’s outside slut”
He lifts her hands from the hook and she drops to her knees.
She can’t bring herself to look at him yet, as she hears him walk away she turns her head and to her horror she can see the couple at the end of the hall watching, smiling – soon all three are gone and her humiliation is complete.
Picking up the money and coat, she covers up and runs down the stairs. Leaving the building she sees to her horror the same leering taxi driver.
“Hello love, back so soon?” He teases.
She sits back in the cab, horrified, but so alive – every sense in her body is buzzing – she feels like crying and laughing.
Putting her hands in her pockets – she feels a bit of paper, pulling it out it reads.
You were magnificent my beautiful darling.
Stu xx
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