Challenge #3

Random words: 1. Stay 2. overcome 3. shady (f/m)

The alley was shady as hell. Dustbins, dirt and the occasional old car all Diana could vaguely sense in the dark. The only light came from an old street lamp half way down and even that only shone a dim glow onto things that she did not want to have a closer look at.

Standing just on the edge, it was as if the dark was breathing here in. It beckoned her to come closer, to loose herself in it. Just like the man she was longing for.

Would he really be there? Waiting for her, as he had promised? Or would it just be a random stranger, using her body for his wishes? The thought made her shiver and for a second she couldn’t quite decide what she’d prefer.

Stepping forward carefully, she moved into the alley and allowed the darkness to swallow her whole. Her long heels caught on pieces of rubbish and forced her to step more carefully. Her senses were heightened, feeling a slight breeze on her hair and the silk stockings rub between her legs as she walked.

Her eyes were adjusting to the light slowly, making out more shapes in the dark. Were some of them moving? She stopped.

Something didn’t feel right. Her heart was beating fast and suddenly, she was sweating. Should she stay or should she go? This had been a crazy idea in the first place.

Turning, she suddenly found the figure of a man, standing behind her in the twilight. She jumped. Taller than her by at least a head, he was wearing a long dark coat and his hands were in his pockets. Staring at her through hooded eyes he grabbed her arms as she stepped to the side to move away from him.

‘No’, his rough voice whispered. ‘You know you want to.’  

Her nipples hardened. Instinctively leaning back her upper body, she shook her head violently. ‘I was wrong’ she gasped. ‘This is too much.’

‘Let’s see about that’ he rasped and pulled her body even closer. She could smell his aftershave on his face just before he captured her mouth with his, claiming her. Her surprised sigh opened her jaws and his tongue pushed between her teeth insistently. Without hesitation he worked her mouth, pressing into it.

Only momentarily stunned, Diana started to struggle. Trying to escape his grip, she hit his biceps and pushed as hard as she could but to no avail. When she felt his large erection press against her belly, rubbing itself against the silky material of her blouse, her reaction turned even wilder.

Not knowing whether she was struggling against him or her own reaction, she pounded her fists onto his arms. This was not right; she should not feel this way. Sensing the wetness between her legs, soaking her folds and teasing her clit, she was horrified by her own reaction.

When he gripped her blouse with both big hands and ripped it open, her knees became weak and instead of hitting him, she clung to his strong arms for support. His mouth latched onto her breast and bit her right nipple and she could feel herself gushing.

‘Oh yes’, he chuckled against her, his words vibrating against the soft flesh of her breast and his stubble rasping across the sensitive tips. ‘Give it up. Bitch.’ Her eyes closed and her desire curled like barbwire in her stomach.

Manoeuvring her against the dirty brick wall, he grabbed her skirt and pushed it up to her waist. His rough hands grazed the top of her stockings, hooking a finger underneath and letting them snap back. The friction burned deliciously across her thigh and a moan formed at the back of her throat.

‘Lift your arms.’ Pulling up her blouse to her wrists, he bound them it over her head. ‘Don’t move them.’ His command inspired goosebumbs on her skin and made her spread her legs instinctively.

Helpless to her own need , she watched as his rough hands returned to her sex, shoving her thighs apart even further.  He was still fully dressed, which made he feel all the more exposed.

His fingers touched her black lace panties, gliding along her slit and feeling the moisture they had soaked up. Her legs buckled. Pressing harder, he pushed the damp material between her folds, fucking her through it with his thick fingertips.

The teasing was delicious as it was frustrating. She could feel herself pushing into him, willing him to take her, own her, the way that she needed. ‘Please’ she whimpered.

When she saw his hands fly to his trousers, his breath was just as rugged as hers. ‘You want it hard?’ Her ripped open his fly and grabbed his cock, pulling it out of his jeans. Looking into her face, he sneered. ‘Ask for it. Tell me what you want.’

The order let her head fall back against the wall. A blush spread over her sweaty cheeks and she held onto her own wrists. Unable to get the words out, she looked up at him pleadingly. ‘Please’ she said again. It sounded just as desperate as she felt.

He had started stroking his cock, moving the fingers of his right hand up and down his length, spreading the precum that had formed on the tip. ‘Please what?’ He aligned at the entrance of her pussy.

She tried to move herself onto it, pushing her groin towards his body, but instead of sinking into her, he kept rubbing his tip across her folds in a maddening slow motion. Moving one hand onto her bound wrists, he looked down at her. ‘Not enough.’

His hand on the remains of her blouse tightened as he lifted her up and positioned her just over his cock. ‘Please, fuck me hard’ she gasped.

He slammed into her with one hard stroke. Both groaned and she could feel an extra gush of wetness trickle down her thigh. Then he started moving.

Raising his second hand to her wrists, he pounded into her with as if it would be the last thing that he did on this earth. She could feel the head of his cock bump the entrance to her womb with every thrust. Wrapping her feet around him, she dragged him even closer.

Desperate to feel the right pressure on her clit, she wiggled underneath him. Not being able to use her arms heightened her sensation and she could feel the orgasm build in the depths of her soul. Franticly, she met his thrusts.

This seemed to be the last bit he needed. Grabbing her wrists tightly, he slammed his pelvis into her just as her pussy contracted around him.

Her orgasm seemed to go on forever; bits of light shooting from her toes to the top of her head. When it was over, total relaxation enveloped her and he could feel herself being lifted to the floor. So this was what overcoming your fears felt like.

She opened her eyes to thank the man for what he had done but when she looked up, he was gone.