The Date.

She was drunk.

Not that she minded, she had expected a bit of a bland date with him, but the last few hours had been a fair bit of fun. He was decent looking and had made her laugh throughout the night as they chatted over drinks in the downtown hole-in-the-wall that they had both mentioned they liked. It was quiet enough that you could relax, and noisy enough that you could ignore everyone else and everyone else could ignore you.

Parking was always a nightmare, and she knew she was going to be drinking, so she had taken a cab. He offered to walk her out and she had obliged thinking nothing of it but a polite gesture. Maybe it was, but before she realized they had gone a full three blocks walking and chatting without her even raising her arm to one of the passing yellow cabs.

“Hey, I should probably get one of those.” She said with a mild lilt.

“yeah?” he replied, his pace slowing.

they had turned onto a side street, one of the many in the city that look much more inviting than they should, but only during the day. During the night they were the kind of streets to raise the hair on your neck.

“yeah.. I had fun though, we should-”

She was interrupted mid-sentence as she found herself being pressed against the brickwork of the run down apartment building, the sparse alleyway wreathed in the black just outside the flickering pallid light of the street lamps.

His fingers immediately rose to her neck and held. Not harshly, but firmly. She felt her pulse jump under his thumb.

His lips pressed into hers and his tongue, still carrying with it the savory tang of the whiskey he drank, dipped between her lips and flicked against hers.

She quivered for a moment with… she didn't know what, before she pushed back against him her palms pressing into his chiseled collarbones.

“what the hell?” she sputtered, unsteadily. “ I said I had fun, but jesus dude, slow down.”

Her mind raced. Red flags started flying wildly in the back of her head.

She was drunk, this was getting weird, and she barely knew this guy.

But that kiss was intense…

And his hand hadn’t left her throat.

And his eyes hadn't left hers.

a smirk played across his features that was visible even in the quasi-light of the alley.

then the fingers tightened.

she let out a surprised squeak before the pressure of his fingers closed off her air supply. The blood pounded in her ears as she flailed against him weakly, the alcohol robbing her of coherent movement as she grappled with his arm.

“Stop that.” he commanded.

His voice was clear. Concise. Demanding. Not at all like the man she had spent the last few hours joking and laughing with. It was dark and buttery, but most of all, it was terrifying. She felt her stomach do a slow roll to the left as she froze with her hands wrapped around his firm arms. She shook as she stood on her toes, held aloft by the vice-like grip of his hand on her neck.

“I was thinking I might use you a bit before I send you home” He said, with a casual tone the belied all the force she felt behind it. The words hit her like a storm, setting off a fresh tremor through her body. Fear, cold and coiling.
And… heat.

Embarrassment.

flustered, she gasped and tried to protest..

But something about the way he said it had made her mouth water.. Made something in her core tighten and flutter..

He didn't wait for a response.

His leg braced against the wall between hers, he let her down slowly by her neck. She came to rest on his leg, her crotch pressing into his thigh as he towered over her.

she coughed a bit as the pressure lessened on her throat. But gasped again quickly as his hands dove under her jacket and shirt to palm her breasts.

His hands were rough, and cool against her heated skin. Why was she so hot?…

He was rough. kneading the firm handfuls of flesh insistently.

Rough. But fuck… god he was good. Another gasp hitched in her throat as his fingers found her nipples. He tweaked them between his thumbs and forefingers. Hard.

Involuntarily her back arched upwards, and her hips rolled against his thigh as she hissed through her teeth.

“fuck!” she spat, before raking in another ragged breath. Her hips rolled again, and she felt her clit harden as the friction of her movement dragged her over his thigh again.

“see?” He whispered. “You're gonna enjoy this.”

“fuck you” she said softly. she meant it to come out with more force, she really did…

But she could feel her cunt slickening. It was already soaking through her jeans.

“that's kind of the idea” he retorted.

“wait no-” She whimpered,

But he was already moving.

He spun her around and his fingers slid their way up her neck, finding her long tresses and wrapping them in a couple quick twirls of his fist.

with an almost vicious tug, he pulled her head back, arching her back against him and forcing her ass into his hips.

She felt him, pressing into her from behind his jeans.

His other hand deftly loosened her pants and his fingers dipped below the waistline, almost tenderly caressing the curve of her hips as he explored the lacy edge of her panties.

“were you thinking about this when you picked those panties out tonight?” He asked smugly. She wanted to retort, but all the words that were trying to form themselves in the back of her head evaporated as he slid his fingers under the thin fabric of her underwear and found her cleft.

She bucked against him as his fingers slid over her clit, barely pressing inside of her, a desperate whimper escaping her  lips as an unbidden shockwave of pleasure jackknifed through her.

his rough fingers circled her clit again, and then again. She cried out after the fourth time, and a flood of her juices began to trickle down her legs as he teased her.

“you’re even wetter than I thought you’d be…” he breathed, marveling.

His hands finally pulled away from her aching pussy.

he tugged harshly on the rear of her jeans and she felt the cool air enveloping her exposed rear, even more so against her dripping slit. The sensation made her shiver… the temperature, the fear, and… anticipation?…

“Fuck…” He hissed, and she could hear him undoing his pants as he held her by her hair.

She almost sobbed as she felt the head of his cock press against her ass. It trailed down the curve of her buttock, leaving a thin, hot trail of precum from his pulsing member.

He waited a couple seconds, then he lightly tapped it against her exposed cunt, pressing his cockhead against the bud of her clit, and then sliding his shaft back and forth in an agonizing tempo.

she nearly cried aloud at the sensation, her brain desperately formulating jumbled sentences and launching them from her mouth as she tried to gain control over her senses, over the situation, over anything.

“Pl-fuck!” she stuttered. “Please… God…just..”

“Just what?” he growled in her ear.

the head of his cock pressed into her now, spreading her nether lips apart and sinking into her hot core as he spoke.

“Just tell me what you want…” he said, smiling into her neck.

His cock throbbed and she felt it through her entire core. He was thick. So fucking thick. And hot. She could feel the inside of her collapsing around his shaft as he sunk himself inch by inch into her center.

“Gah!!” She cried out. She had no idea what the fuck she wanted. Heavy waves of pleasure rolled through her as his cock dragged its way deeper inside of her, hitting sensitive spot after sensitive spot.

She was stupidly angry. Stupidly turned on. Nothing was making sense in her head and she felt another cry welling up in her throat.

“F-Fuck me!” she practically screamed.

She hadn't even thought about saying it. Her voice surprised even her. It didn't sound like her. It was raw, animalistic, desperate, ragged. Did she really just ask him, almost a complete stranger, to fuck her in some dark alley?

Apparently so. She felt him chuckling softly.

And then he hilted himself inside of her.

his cock sheathed itself in her aching cunt, pulsing thickly as his head reached all the way to the very end of her. It ached, the dull pain radiating outward right alongside a mind-numbing surge of pleasure.

He held her like that for what felt like an eternity.

And then he started moving, rolling his hips. His hand kept its purchase in her hair while the other one grabbed a fistful of her jacket and ripped it down her shoulders, catching it at her elbows and using it as a grip to pull her back onto his cock harder and harder.

He wasnt just fucking her. He was doing exactly what he said he wanted to.

He was using her.

that thought sank into her head like an icicle seconds before she came on his cock.

She wailed as her cunt clamped down around him almost painfully hard, Drenching his length in her cum. He groaned, but his pace didnt slow, forcing himself deeper as she quivered against him.

She hadn’t realized she had screamed all of the air out of her lungs for almost a full 5 seconds before her chest started burning. All she could seem to feel was his achingly hard length pistoning in and out of her dripping sex.

He was rough. No, He was brutal. But he was efficient and calculated with his movements. He read her body for the perfect moment to push himself into her, right when she was clenching around him, or when to hold her down and grind his cock inside of her. It was maddening how many times she was being literally forced to cum while he fucked her.

It went on for almost thirty minutes before she felt him getting close. He moaned in her ear with abandon, thick pulses all the way from the base of his cock making her legs weak as he hilted again and again.

She knew she shouldn't let him cum inside of her, but everything was just so sluggish; her jaw felt slack, her legs felt so weak it felt like the only thing holding her up was his cock pinning her to the rough brick wall. And even the thought of him filling her up was turning her into a drooling mess.

“why bother”, she thought as she felt his cock thicken inside of her… making her whimper again.

He throbbed.

Throbbed again.

and with a roar of satisfaction, she felt his release.

A thick, hot wave of cum erupted inside of her, flooding the deepest part of her pussy. Another, and then another. She felt it filling her completely.

By the time he finished both of their juices were dripping around his shaft.

He abruptly pulled away from her, and she ingloriously collapsed to her knees, a mess of runny mascara, drool, and sweat.

his hand pulled her forward by her hair and before she could protest, however weakly, she felt the slickness of his cock pressed between her lips.

she gripped his legs weakly as she fought back the impulse to choke.

He was still hard, not as much as before, but still too thick to be comfortable.

she tasted herself on him, his length pressing her tongue down and forcing its way into her throat. She flailed wildly as he held her there. She struggled softly, drained and breathless as her vision started to grey out.

finally, he pulled her away, letting her slump back against the dark wall.

They remained like that for a few minutes, the darkness obscuring his face as she sat there breathing heavily, trying to gauge what the hell happened.

After a moment, he finally zipped his jeans back up, and leaned forward to regard her in the shadows.

“Here.” he said, dropping a few folded twenty dollar bills in her lap.“For the cab.” he clarified, smirking.

He reached back into his pocket for another piece of paper, the bar receipt from earlier. He scratched something onto it with a pen, dumping it in her lap with the money.

“So you can call me for another date next week.” He said. He stretched a bit as he stood up, fixed his shirt, and without another word stepped out of the alleyway into the tepid light of the main street.

She sat there for a while longer, the surreality of the whole encounter still leaving her dumbfounded.

finally, she stood up shakily, and cleaning herself as best she could, stepped out to find a taxi.

It wasn't long before she stood in front of a waiting yellow car.

she started towards the cab with the wad of 20’s in her hand, and the receipt in the other.

She stared at the receipt for a moment. At the digits scrawled in black ink on the back of the thin thermal paper.

“…Next week.” she murmured to herself as she slumped into the cab.

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A repost from another place, and done for a friend. Hope you enjoy.