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She poked absentmindedly at the ice in her drink with a tiny little straw. The ice dipped below the orange colored liquid and quickly popped back up. She pulled out her cell phone. No messages. 10:28pm. Her friends were supposed to meet her at 9:45. She sighed and put her phone back in her small yellow purse.
She often worked late and rarely had the chance to get out for a drink with her friends. And, as luck would have it, all her friends were, apparently, flakey. She glanced around the bar. There were a few other smaller groups quietly laughing together and a couple of older men she took to be regulars ogling her from the opposite side.
Though she may not have agreed, she was a vision. Long dark hair in very loose waves and thick, blunt bangs framing her striking emerald green eyes. She had a large frame with lots of curves that she knew exactly how to dress. She somehow was able to maintain that innocent look while also coming across as very sultry. A talent, for sure.
She was taking her final sip and was about to pack up and leave when she felt a presence to her right and a low voice ask: “Buy you another?”
She turned to see a surprisingly very attractive guy standing next to her. He was tall, had a mess of red hair and vibrant blue eyes. He flashed a smile that was mischievous and c***dlike.
“Sure,” she responded, deciding to make tonight fun, regardless of her friends.
He motioned for the bartender to bring her another. She turned in her stool toward him.
“I’m Liam,” he said to her, offering a hand.
“Rachel,” she responded extending her own hand.
He grasped her hand and gave it a gentle kiss.
She slightly blushed. It was a little unusual and slightly old-fashioned, but it was very sweet.
“Nice to meet you.”
“I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you are gorgeous.”
Rachel, blushed again, “Thank you... I don’t mind at all.” She giggled a little. Then turned strikingly bold. “I think you’re very handsome, yourself.” She took a sip of her new drink and reached a hand up to touch his copper waves. “I like your hair.”
He reached down and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I like your eyes.”
She blinked her large green eyes and turned a little deeper shade of red.
“You blush, but I feel you aren’t shy at all.”
She laughed at his assessment. He was right. She wasn’t really shy at all. She was a busy woman and didn’t like to waste her time with small talk on people she knew wouldn’t keep up with her intellectually.
He flashed his smile at her again, knowing he was right.
“I also hope you don’t mind my saying that you have amazing curves.”
She gave him a smirk. In her mind she was quickly deciding how far she’d let this flirtation go: a simple exchange of flatteries, exchanging cell numbers, kissing, sex, marriage.... She determined the first option wasn’t nearly enough and the last option was far too much. Tonight would land somewhere in the middle.
She decided to take a little initiative and suggested that the two cozy up in a nearby booth. She hopped off the stool and put a little extra “swish” in her ass as she walked, hoping he was checking her out... He was.
She sat at the booth and as she’d hoped, he scooted in next to her. He slipped an arm around her, and the two began to talk.
They talked about life and some similar interests, but mostly about how turned on the other made them.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She could only make out half of it. Something about wanting to kiss her lovely breasts... but she wasn’t quite sure. She did notice his scent though. She couldn’t exactly place it, but it made her quiver all through her body. A mixture of leather and sweetness and the Jack Daniel’s he’d been drinking.
She turned to him and looked into his bright blue eyes. She glanced down then right back up again. One of her coy, flirty moves she did on instinct. “How ‘bout you start with my lips?”
He flashed a big smile, and without hesitation, grabbed her face and kissed her. She started a bit at the initial touch, but quickly found herself engulfed in his kiss. He was a better kisser than she’d expected. His lips were quite soft; his tongue was strong, but not overpowering. He countered her every move perfectly. She began to feel the sensation of his kiss running through her. Her nipples began to perk to attention. She felt a rush to her vagina and a soft grunt rumbled in the back of her throat. She began to kiss him more ferociously.
She adjusted her position moving to her knees in the booth so that she could be over top of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and burrowed her fingers in his hair.
He let out a decided “mmmm” and put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She moved and placed a knee between his legs. He let his hand drift around and come to rest on her ass. It was wrapped in a pencil skirt that came just above the knee and was nearly stretched to its limits by the position she was in. She made a fist and grasped the hair in her hands and pulled his head back a little.
“Like what you feel?” She asked him.
“Of course,” he responded. “Do you?” he countered and pushed his hard cock into her knee.
She let out a sigh and kissed him again, deeply. She then let her mouth slide over to his ear. “Mmmm,” she said and licked the edge of his earlobe, “Your cock feels wonderful against my knee... I bet it would feel great other places...” her voice trailed off. He squeezed her ass at her comment and pressed his cock into her knee again.
She bit his ear, then his neck, then his neck again.
He stopped and pushed her away. His eyes darted around the room. They were starting to make a scene.
“Perhaps, we should calm it down... or find a more private place, before we get kicked out.” He suggested.
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered.
“My car?” he offered.
She pursed her lips together weighing her options. “Sure.”
The two headed out of the bar, only slightly buzzed.
“I’m just down the street a little ways, over here,” he pointed ahead.
Her black heels clicked on the asphalt as she walked. His hand refused to leave her ass.
“I have an idea.” She said. “Come ‘ere.” She grabbed the hand that was on her ass and dragged him into an alley. There was a small niche there out of view from the main streets entirely.
She leaned up against the graffitied wall and pulled him to her.
He bent slightly and kissed her. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pinned it up above her head. Holding it there, he reached with his other hand and grabbed her other wrist. He held both wrists above her head with one meaty hand. The other hand was free to roam her body.
He grabbed her hip, roughly, and pushed her ass against the wall. Held her there momentarily and kissed her. His hand moved up along her side and toward her large breast. He squeezed it, hard, and bent down and kissed her neck.
He found the buttons to her white blouse and without looking or much effort unbuttoned 4 of them, with one hand.
He pulled the shirt back to reveal Rachel’s wonderful breasts, still covered by a lacy red bra. He reached in and pulled one of her breasts out of the bra cup.
“God. Damn.” He muttered and instantly put his mouth on her nipple. She wiggled against her pinned wrists, but his grip held firm.
She moaned a little in pleasure and exasperation. Mouth still on her tit, he reached in with his free hand and pulled out her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She gasped at the sensation. He let the nipple fall from his mouth and stood up straight, pressing himself into her. His head beside hers so he could whisper in her ear.
“I think someone wants to be a little slut for me... Am I right?” His voice was low and oozed sexuality and authority. He pinched her nipple, roughly.
Yes, sir,” she responded without thinking.
“Mmmm, that’s my good little slut.”
He let go of her hands and nipple and grabbed her on either side to hike up her skirt. He pulled it up until her matching lacy red panties were showing. He reached up, close to her head, and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. With his other hand, he reached between her legs. Nonchalantly moved her panties aside and slid a finger past her pussy lips. He smiled as he felt the moisture of her cover his finger.
“Oh, you really love being a little slut, don’t you?” He pulled his finger out and quickly placed it in his mouth. “Mmmmm.”
Still holding her hair, he one-handedly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He then forced her head down. She squatted there in the alley, breasts pulled out of her bra, skirt hiked all the way up and placed her lips around his thick, hard cock.
“Mmmm, yes.” He said, as he slowly pumped her head. “Now, I want you to take one hand and rub your clit, and use the other hand to massage a nipple... And I want you to make yourself cum with my dick still in your mouth.”
She moved her hands into position, as he’d commanded... The “Yes, sir.” was implied. Her hands moved vigorously. Her fingers swirled around her wet, throbbing clit. She pulled and twisted her nipple. Her mouth bounced on his cock. Her mascara was running slightly. Her saliva was uncontrollable. She blinked her eyes and looked up at Liam. His cock deeply in her mouth. He was looking down at her, a look of pleasure and sternness. She continued working her body and felt her orgasm building. She squeezed her eyes shut as she approached the precipice. Almost... Almost... She came, and screamed, as best she could, with a cock in her mouth. Liam smiled at her muffled screams. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She started to choke and gag and gurgle. He grabbed her hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Tilted her head back so he could look into her face.
Her face flush from her orgasm, her bangs slightly sweaty and matted to her face, her mascara smeared around her eyes, her lips wet with spittle.
“Take the finger that was in your pussy and put it in your mouth.”
She simply obeyed.
“How does that taste?” he asked her.
“Good, sir.”
He smiled at her. *Drip*. A raindrop fell onto her left cheek. *Drip*. Another on her thigh. *Drip. Drop. Drip* It began to sprinkle. Little icy droplets surprising and stinging where they fell.
“Stand up.” He told her, and grabbed her hair a little to help her up. She stood. She didn’t have much choice. He looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled, her makeup and hair even more smeared and matted, thanks to the rain.
He spun her around to admire her backside. He lifted her skirt more to fully reveal her panty-covered ass. Red lace came halfway down. They were the cheeky style panties, the kind that let her round cheeks hang out.
Liam squatted down and put is face even with her ass. He squeezed it tight with both hands. He moved the nice fleshy handfuls in small slow circles. In one quick movement, he reached up and grabbed either side of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
He looked at her bare ass. He couldn’t resist himself. He bit it. Rachel jumped slightly and let out a small shriek. He glanced up at her.
“Step out of these.” He told her, referring to her panties. He held on to them as she removed one alabaster leg, then the other. He took the panties and turned her around slightly. He grabbed her hair with one hand; it was quite wet now, due to the rain. The other hand wadded her panties into a little ball and stuffed them into her mouth.
“This might help you keep quiet.” He told her.
He let go of her hair and went back down to her ass. He ran his hands up and down her legs as he began to kiss and bite her backside. He reached up with one hand to the small of her back and grasped around her leg with the other. He slowly pushed her top half forward so she would bend over. He smiled as he realized she was rather flexible. He bent her all the way forward. She grabbed her ankles. He looked at her, extra wet from the rain. He grabbed both hips with his hands and buried his face in her. He ran his tongue along whatever it could reach. He started at her asshole; his tongue went in small swirls around it; lightly running over top of it. He licked his way down to her vagina. He pushed his head in deeper and shoved his tongue into her hole as deep as it would go.
Rachel whimpered slightly. Her head was rushing. Her face was turning red. Liam’s tongue eventually worked it’s way down to her clit. She let out a muffled moan at this point. It was still slightly tender from her own handiwork. His tongue worked in quick circles around her clit, then strong flicks over it. He sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled it a little, then pushed his tongue hard against her. Her legs started to buckle slightly. She was having trouble controlling her muscles. He pulled his head away, sucking her clit a little as he did. He looked at her pussy and down at his still hard cock.
He stood up and placed a hand on top of her. With the other hand he guided his cock into her tight, but extra wet little snatch.
“Mmmm, you’re a tight little slut, aren’t you?” He asked, not expecting a response, but getting a muffled “mmm mrrr.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, hard, fast, rough.
She did her best to keep her balance. She tried bracing herself against the wall. He was pounding her so hard she could barely concentrate on anything but the intense pleasure. Her muscles were tightening, milking his cock. There was a tingle in the pit of her stomach. She felt her orgasm building.
“Are you wanting to cum?” He asked her in a voice that didn’t let on whether he’d allow her to or not.
“mmm mrrr.” She responded, through her red lace panties.
“Heh, that’s a good slut. Go ahead... Cum for me.”
Those last three words echoed in her head, or maybe he repeated them. Either way, it was a catalyst for her. She felt everything in her start to shake. It was as if her insides had taken a leap from a very tall cliff; the winds tossing her body how it pleased; for a moment, a split second, she was weightless.
She returned to earth and he was still pumping away inside her. His grip held firm despite her smooth skin being covered in rainwater.
“That’s a good, obedient little slut.” she heard him saying. She realized she was moaning and screaming fairly loudly; well, as loud as she could with her panties in her mouth.
Liam let go of her with one hand and gave her a firm smack on the ass. She grunted at the pain, but quickly returned to moaning. The rain was really coming down now, and every drop was cold against her. She heard the rain hitting the buildings nearby. The sound, not-so-covering the sound of Liam’s moans.
Suddenly, without warning, she found herself on the cusp of orgasm again. As if he knew, Liam began to fuck her harder and faster and gave her another firm smack on the ass, right as she climaxed.
He quickly pulled out of her, though her pussy yearned for more of him.
“Turn around.” He told her. She quickly obeyed and before she was all he way turned, he’d grabbed her hair and was pushing her down. She was squatted again, soaking wet. Her face was even with his cock, yet again. He had one hand was tightly grasping her hair, holding her head in place. the other was stroking his cock.
She glanced up at his face, blinking against the rain, but quickly back down to watch him work. He moved her head closer. She could almost touch him, if she stretched out her tongue... she’d tried.
With little more warning than a series of grunts from Liam, he began to cum. Rachel relished in the sensation of his hot load mixing with the cold rain, as both landed on her face.
He looked down at her. She was completely drenched. There was very little makeup left on her face now, save for a dim gray line running down her cheeks from her eyes. His jizz was nearly already washed off as well. He watched the rain carry it away.
“Stand up, Rachel.... You should get home before you get sick.” He said, helping her put herself back together.
The two walked from the alley dripping wet. Liam walked Rachel to her car, which was back toward the bar. She sat in the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition. Liam rested one arm on the door, one on the top of the car and leaned in to give her a kiss.
“So,” she looked at him, almost hesitant to ask, “do you want to exchange numbers or anything.”
Liam looked at her and smiled. “No,” he said, and her heart kinda sank. “I’ll be here next week, same day. 10:30pm.”
She giggle slightly. “Okay, she said. It’s a date.”
“Oh,” he said as he’d started to turn away, “next time, no panties.... You’re gonna have to learn to keep quite on your own.”
He closed the door and walked away. She exhaled deeply, watched him walk away in the side mirror, then put her car into gear.
One week later, Rachel was sitting at the bar stool, poking the ice in her drink. She glanced at her phone for the time. 10:26pm. She adjusted her position on her stool slightly; carefully keeping her knees together for fear of exposing her un-pantied pussy.
She often worked late and rarely had the chance to get out for a drink with her friends. And, as luck would have it, all her friends were, apparently, flakey. She glanced around the bar. There were a few other smaller groups quietly laughing together and a couple of older men she took to be regulars ogling her from the opposite side.
Though she may not have agreed, she was a vision. Long dark hair in very loose waves and thick, blunt bangs framing her striking emerald green eyes. She had a large frame with lots of curves that she knew exactly how to dress. She somehow was able to maintain that innocent look while also coming across as very sultry. A talent, for sure.
She was taking her final sip and was about to pack up and leave when she felt a presence to her right and a low voice ask: “Buy you another?”
She turned to see a surprisingly very attractive guy standing next to her. He was tall, had a mess of red hair and vibrant blue eyes. He flashed a smile that was mischievous and c***dlike.
“Sure,” she responded, deciding to make tonight fun, regardless of her friends.
He motioned for the bartender to bring her another. She turned in her stool toward him.
“I’m Liam,” he said to her, offering a hand.
“Rachel,” she responded extending her own hand.
He grasped her hand and gave it a gentle kiss.
She slightly blushed. It was a little unusual and slightly old-fashioned, but it was very sweet.
“Nice to meet you.”
“I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you are gorgeous.”
Rachel, blushed again, “Thank you... I don’t mind at all.” She giggled a little. Then turned strikingly bold. “I think you’re very handsome, yourself.” She took a sip of her new drink and reached a hand up to touch his copper waves. “I like your hair.”
He reached down and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I like your eyes.”
She blinked her large green eyes and turned a little deeper shade of red.
“You blush, but I feel you aren’t shy at all.”
She laughed at his assessment. He was right. She wasn’t really shy at all. She was a busy woman and didn’t like to waste her time with small talk on people she knew wouldn’t keep up with her intellectually.
He flashed his smile at her again, knowing he was right.
“I also hope you don’t mind my saying that you have amazing curves.”
She gave him a smirk. In her mind she was quickly deciding how far she’d let this flirtation go: a simple exchange of flatteries, exchanging cell numbers, kissing, sex, marriage.... She determined the first option wasn’t nearly enough and the last option was far too much. Tonight would land somewhere in the middle.
She decided to take a little initiative and suggested that the two cozy up in a nearby booth. She hopped off the stool and put a little extra “swish” in her ass as she walked, hoping he was checking her out... He was.
She sat at the booth and as she’d hoped, he scooted in next to her. He slipped an arm around her, and the two began to talk.
They talked about life and some similar interests, but mostly about how turned on the other made them.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear. She could only make out half of it. Something about wanting to kiss her lovely breasts... but she wasn’t quite sure. She did notice his scent though. She couldn’t exactly place it, but it made her quiver all through her body. A mixture of leather and sweetness and the Jack Daniel’s he’d been drinking.
She turned to him and looked into his bright blue eyes. She glanced down then right back up again. One of her coy, flirty moves she did on instinct. “How ‘bout you start with my lips?”
He flashed a big smile, and without hesitation, grabbed her face and kissed her. She started a bit at the initial touch, but quickly found herself engulfed in his kiss. He was a better kisser than she’d expected. His lips were quite soft; his tongue was strong, but not overpowering. He countered her every move perfectly. She began to feel the sensation of his kiss running through her. Her nipples began to perk to attention. She felt a rush to her vagina and a soft grunt rumbled in the back of her throat. She began to kiss him more ferociously.
She adjusted her position moving to her knees in the booth so that she could be over top of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and burrowed her fingers in his hair.
He let out a decided “mmmm” and put his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She moved and placed a knee between his legs. He let his hand drift around and come to rest on her ass. It was wrapped in a pencil skirt that came just above the knee and was nearly stretched to its limits by the position she was in. She made a fist and grasped the hair in her hands and pulled his head back a little.
“Like what you feel?” She asked him.
“Of course,” he responded. “Do you?” he countered and pushed his hard cock into her knee.
She let out a sigh and kissed him again, deeply. She then let her mouth slide over to his ear. “Mmmm,” she said and licked the edge of his earlobe, “Your cock feels wonderful against my knee... I bet it would feel great other places...” her voice trailed off. He squeezed her ass at her comment and pressed his cock into her knee again.
She bit his ear, then his neck, then his neck again.
He stopped and pushed her away. His eyes darted around the room. They were starting to make a scene.
“Perhaps, we should calm it down... or find a more private place, before we get kicked out.” He suggested.
“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered.
“My car?” he offered.
She pursed her lips together weighing her options. “Sure.”
The two headed out of the bar, only slightly buzzed.
“I’m just down the street a little ways, over here,” he pointed ahead.
Her black heels clicked on the asphalt as she walked. His hand refused to leave her ass.
“I have an idea.” She said. “Come ‘ere.” She grabbed the hand that was on her ass and dragged him into an alley. There was a small niche there out of view from the main streets entirely.
She leaned up against the graffitied wall and pulled him to her.
He bent slightly and kissed her. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and pinned it up above her head. Holding it there, he reached with his other hand and grabbed her other wrist. He held both wrists above her head with one meaty hand. The other hand was free to roam her body.
He grabbed her hip, roughly, and pushed her ass against the wall. Held her there momentarily and kissed her. His hand moved up along her side and toward her large breast. He squeezed it, hard, and bent down and kissed her neck.
He found the buttons to her white blouse and without looking or much effort unbuttoned 4 of them, with one hand.
He pulled the shirt back to reveal Rachel’s wonderful breasts, still covered by a lacy red bra. He reached in and pulled one of her breasts out of the bra cup.
“God. Damn.” He muttered and instantly put his mouth on her nipple. She wiggled against her pinned wrists, but his grip held firm.
She moaned a little in pleasure and exasperation. Mouth still on her tit, he reached in with his free hand and pulled out her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She gasped at the sensation. He let the nipple fall from his mouth and stood up straight, pressing himself into her. His head beside hers so he could whisper in her ear.
“I think someone wants to be a little slut for me... Am I right?” His voice was low and oozed sexuality and authority. He pinched her nipple, roughly.
Yes, sir,” she responded without thinking.
“Mmmm, that’s my good little slut.”
He let go of her hands and nipple and grabbed her on either side to hike up her skirt. He pulled it up until her matching lacy red panties were showing. He reached up, close to her head, and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. With his other hand, he reached between her legs. Nonchalantly moved her panties aside and slid a finger past her pussy lips. He smiled as he felt the moisture of her cover his finger.
“Oh, you really love being a little slut, don’t you?” He pulled his finger out and quickly placed it in his mouth. “Mmmmm.”
Still holding her hair, he one-handedly unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He then forced her head down. She squatted there in the alley, breasts pulled out of her bra, skirt hiked all the way up and placed her lips around his thick, hard cock.
“Mmmm, yes.” He said, as he slowly pumped her head. “Now, I want you to take one hand and rub your clit, and use the other hand to massage a nipple... And I want you to make yourself cum with my dick still in your mouth.”
She moved her hands into position, as he’d commanded... The “Yes, sir.” was implied. Her hands moved vigorously. Her fingers swirled around her wet, throbbing clit. She pulled and twisted her nipple. Her mouth bounced on his cock. Her mascara was running slightly. Her saliva was uncontrollable. She blinked her eyes and looked up at Liam. His cock deeply in her mouth. He was looking down at her, a look of pleasure and sternness. She continued working her body and felt her orgasm building. She squeezed her eyes shut as she approached the precipice. Almost... Almost... She came, and screamed, as best she could, with a cock in her mouth. Liam smiled at her muffled screams. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock deep into her mouth. She started to choke and gag and gurgle. He grabbed her hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth. Tilted her head back so he could look into her face.
Her face flush from her orgasm, her bangs slightly sweaty and matted to her face, her mascara smeared around her eyes, her lips wet with spittle.
“Take the finger that was in your pussy and put it in your mouth.”
She simply obeyed.
“How does that taste?” he asked her.
“Good, sir.”
He smiled at her. *Drip*. A raindrop fell onto her left cheek. *Drip*. Another on her thigh. *Drip. Drop. Drip* It began to sprinkle. Little icy droplets surprising and stinging where they fell.
“Stand up.” He told her, and grabbed her hair a little to help her up. She stood. She didn’t have much choice. He looked at her. Her clothes were disheveled, her makeup and hair even more smeared and matted, thanks to the rain.
He spun her around to admire her backside. He lifted her skirt more to fully reveal her panty-covered ass. Red lace came halfway down. They were the cheeky style panties, the kind that let her round cheeks hang out.
Liam squatted down and put is face even with her ass. He squeezed it tight with both hands. He moved the nice fleshy handfuls in small slow circles. In one quick movement, he reached up and grabbed either side of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
He looked at her bare ass. He couldn’t resist himself. He bit it. Rachel jumped slightly and let out a small shriek. He glanced up at her.
“Step out of these.” He told her, referring to her panties. He held on to them as she removed one alabaster leg, then the other. He took the panties and turned her around slightly. He grabbed her hair with one hand; it was quite wet now, due to the rain. The other hand wadded her panties into a little ball and stuffed them into her mouth.
“This might help you keep quiet.” He told her.
He let go of her hair and went back down to her ass. He ran his hands up and down her legs as he began to kiss and bite her backside. He reached up with one hand to the small of her back and grasped around her leg with the other. He slowly pushed her top half forward so she would bend over. He smiled as he realized she was rather flexible. He bent her all the way forward. She grabbed her ankles. He looked at her, extra wet from the rain. He grabbed both hips with his hands and buried his face in her. He ran his tongue along whatever it could reach. He started at her asshole; his tongue went in small swirls around it; lightly running over top of it. He licked his way down to her vagina. He pushed his head in deeper and shoved his tongue into her hole as deep as it would go.
Rachel whimpered slightly. Her head was rushing. Her face was turning red. Liam’s tongue eventually worked it’s way down to her clit. She let out a muffled moan at this point. It was still slightly tender from her own handiwork. His tongue worked in quick circles around her clit, then strong flicks over it. He sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled it a little, then pushed his tongue hard against her. Her legs started to buckle slightly. She was having trouble controlling her muscles. He pulled his head away, sucking her clit a little as he did. He looked at her pussy and down at his still hard cock.
He stood up and placed a hand on top of her. With the other hand he guided his cock into her tight, but extra wet little snatch.
“Mmmm, you’re a tight little slut, aren’t you?” He asked, not expecting a response, but getting a muffled “mmm mrrr.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her back onto him, hard, fast, rough.
She did her best to keep her balance. She tried bracing herself against the wall. He was pounding her so hard she could barely concentrate on anything but the intense pleasure. Her muscles were tightening, milking his cock. There was a tingle in the pit of her stomach. She felt her orgasm building.
“Are you wanting to cum?” He asked her in a voice that didn’t let on whether he’d allow her to or not.
“mmm mrrr.” She responded, through her red lace panties.
“Heh, that’s a good slut. Go ahead... Cum for me.”
Those last three words echoed in her head, or maybe he repeated them. Either way, it was a catalyst for her. She felt everything in her start to shake. It was as if her insides had taken a leap from a very tall cliff; the winds tossing her body how it pleased; for a moment, a split second, she was weightless.
She returned to earth and he was still pumping away inside her. His grip held firm despite her smooth skin being covered in rainwater.
“That’s a good, obedient little slut.” she heard him saying. She realized she was moaning and screaming fairly loudly; well, as loud as she could with her panties in her mouth.
Liam let go of her with one hand and gave her a firm smack on the ass. She grunted at the pain, but quickly returned to moaning. The rain was really coming down now, and every drop was cold against her. She heard the rain hitting the buildings nearby. The sound, not-so-covering the sound of Liam’s moans.
Suddenly, without warning, she found herself on the cusp of orgasm again. As if he knew, Liam began to fuck her harder and faster and gave her another firm smack on the ass, right as she climaxed.
He quickly pulled out of her, though her pussy yearned for more of him.
“Turn around.” He told her. She quickly obeyed and before she was all he way turned, he’d grabbed her hair and was pushing her down. She was squatted again, soaking wet. Her face was even with his cock, yet again. He had one hand was tightly grasping her hair, holding her head in place. the other was stroking his cock.
She glanced up at his face, blinking against the rain, but quickly back down to watch him work. He moved her head closer. She could almost touch him, if she stretched out her tongue... she’d tried.
With little more warning than a series of grunts from Liam, he began to cum. Rachel relished in the sensation of his hot load mixing with the cold rain, as both landed on her face.
He looked down at her. She was completely drenched. There was very little makeup left on her face now, save for a dim gray line running down her cheeks from her eyes. His jizz was nearly already washed off as well. He watched the rain carry it away.
“Stand up, Rachel.... You should get home before you get sick.” He said, helping her put herself back together.
The two walked from the alley dripping wet. Liam walked Rachel to her car, which was back toward the bar. She sat in the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition. Liam rested one arm on the door, one on the top of the car and leaned in to give her a kiss.
“So,” she looked at him, almost hesitant to ask, “do you want to exchange numbers or anything.”
Liam looked at her and smiled. “No,” he said, and her heart kinda sank. “I’ll be here next week, same day. 10:30pm.”
She giggle slightly. “Okay, she said. It’s a date.”
“Oh,” he said as he’d started to turn away, “next time, no panties.... You’re gonna have to learn to keep quite on your own.”
He closed the door and walked away. She exhaled deeply, watched him walk away in the side mirror, then put her car into gear.
One week later, Rachel was sitting at the bar stool, poking the ice in her drink. She glanced at her phone for the time. 10:26pm. She adjusted her position on her stool slightly; carefully keeping her knees together for fear of exposing her un-pantied pussy.
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