by Lexx

2003

(M+/F, nc, gb)

Friday night. A hectic week is at an end, and we have plans to attend the Spanish Film Festival, currently showing at a cinema across town. The sitter has been arranged and I am to pick you up from work at 6 p.m. Little do you know that I have altered our "Spanish" night out; I don't think it will be a night that you will soon forget.

I arrive to pick you up from work, promptly at 6 p.m., the traffic is heavy and it is dark and getting cold out already. I see you on the sidewalk, your smile melts me every time you turn it towards me. You walk towards the car in what is a rather short dress for you, I certainly don't recall seeing it before. I would have remembered a mid-thigh number on your beautiful legs that’s for sure! You are also wearing some beautiful new sandals, but no jacket because we did not expect it to be this cool tonight.

The dress rides up outrageously when you sit down next to me in the passenger seat. Fantastic. You little cock tease, I think to myself. You deliver one of those kisses on my waiting lips – you know – the ones that you only ever experience from someone special in your life. Welcoming, passionate, loving - and just for me. My temperature is rising despite the flood of cool evening air that you bring with you into the car.

It is only a short drive, and I do most of it with my hand gently caressing your leg as you tell me about your day, and I tell you about mine. We drive to the area where the cinema is located and I park in one of those nondescript multi-storey car parks. We walk down the grey concrete stairwell, so common to these types of structures and exit into an alley behind the car park.

Pushing open the heavy steel door leading into the alley, we are greeted by a dimly lit alley full of rubbish and other castaway materials. At the far end of the alley, more than a 100m away, we can hear the dull roar of road traffic and other street sounds. We walk, arm in arm, through the narrow confines of this brick canyon, weaving around the piles of rubbish.

As we near the end of the alley, less than 10 m away, I wrap my arms around your waist. Initially, you see this as a playful act. You smile and laugh nervously, thinking I might tickle you. However, I lift you entirely off your feet and take several quick steps backwards into an even smaller and darker side-alley.

I set you down, but immediately push you forcefully around a large trash compactor. Before you can even consider what's going on I press you face first against the cold brick alley wall, your cheek hard against the rough exterior. You make to ask me what I’m doing, but I immediately command you to be silent. With one hand between your shoulders pinning you to the wall, I grab one of your wrists. You hear and feel the cold steel handcuff close around it, 'click, click, click, snap' as it tightens and locks. The other wrist follows the first, 'click, click, click, snap'. I continue to firmly pin you to the wall, your purse falls onto the ground.

I lead you a loading dock several meters farther into this side-alley. By the look of it, it is long unused, grey and lit only by a small yellow light bulb that is set high above a single steel door. We ascend the few steps needed to get to the top, with me pushing you from behind. Large cardboard cartons are strewn around the front edge of the dock, partially screening it from the alley. An old steel rail divides the dock in two.

I lead you to the rail and shove you roughly up against it. It is waist height. I press in behind up against your gorgeous bottom and I run my hands up and down your sides, over your hips and then to your thighs, which are just barely covered by that skimpy dress you are wearing. I walk around to the other side of the rail and look into your eyes. I can see that you thinking, thinking that I’ve never treated you like this before. Nervous of what is to come; trusting yet wary; excited yet frightened. You haven’t spoken a word since I commanded you to silence. I kiss you; you close your eyes and kiss me back.

I step back and release my now stiff member into the night air. I pump it a couple times. I draw you forward over the rail and you shuffle your feet to balance on top of the rail. Your mouth finds my cock. Your hips and the very tops of your thighs balance on the rail, your legs are spread slightly to balance.

The steel door that you hadn't yet given much notice to opens behind you and you hear footsteps on the concrete loading dock. "Oh look at this!", emenates from behind you in a heavily accented Spanish baritone. You move to turn towards the newcomer, but I command you to keep sucking me. With one hand in your hair, I shove my cock deep into your throat, gagging you slightly. Your head bobs up and down obediently while I hold you steady with one hand and caress your head with the other.

You feel your dress being lifted up and tucked under your cuffed hands, exposing your gorgeous panty clad bottom to the stranger. His hand caresses your exposed cheek, and slides warmly over your hip and down your thigh. In a flash your panties are cut from you. You feel the night air on your moistening mound. You are frantic to stand. I hold you firm. Stranger hands trace the curves of your hips and ever so softly, from font to back, a warm finger runs the length of your labia. Front to back, again, and again.

A chill runs through you as you feel your labia pinched between two rough fingers. One of your lips is then pulled down slowly and firmly and then the other. This is repeated in a kind of milking-like motion. Then a finger is slowly pushed into your now wet cunt and then withdrawn. You involuntarily breathe out - you do not stop sucking, because I keep your head firmly planted over my hard cock.

You hear a zipper and again you struggle to stand. A hard cock is slapped upward against your wet mound, forcefully. Again. You hear the slapping sound, you feel the ripples inside as your whole groin warms from the attention. A hand grasps your hip. The tip of a cock is pressed to your vaginal opening. A small push. The head of this stranger’s cock seats itself nicely inside your tunnel. Two hands on your hips. You struggle again. There is no other movement from the stranger. The only sensations you feel are the hands caressing your hips and the growing warmth in your mound. The hands slide down to your thighs, backs, sides, and fronts. You shiver in anticipation, against your will the warmth below spreads. Your mind momentarily occupied with not choking on my cock.

You real under a stinging slap that is delivered to your right buttock cheek. Another falls on the other cheek. You can barely feel the very tip of his cock as it sits motionless inside your opening. Two more slaps. Hard hands grip your hips solidly. I plunge my cock into your mouth. You concentrate on not choking.

Your eyes fly open at the sensation of being taken in a single stroke, but you can't move. His cock drives a wedge into your unexpectedly wet open cunt. You are filled to splitting. You manage only to thank god you get so wet so fast! That thought is driven from your head by the other sensations, warm thighs pressed into the backs of yours, the rail pressing almost painfully into the top of your legs.

Slaps rain down onto your bottom – first one cheek then the other. He withdraws and then plunges back into you. Again. Again. You thump into the railing, which flexes a little absorbing some of the impact. Your mouth is getting sore. The fucking picks up in pace and ferocity - "oh you little whore, you tight little bitch, I am going to fuck you so hard!", the Spanish accented voice grunts from behind. Rough fingers dig into your hips. His balls slap into, almost in time with your muffled grunts.

His grunts become louder after a couple more slaps are delivered to your stinging cheeks. The bucking increases. More slaps on your bottom. A small yelp and an "oh bitch, I am going to give you a large dose of health sperm – make you a nice baby" – these are the last sounds you hear before his cock spasms and jets of cum fill your cunt. He rests momentarily against you, and I allow you to breathe without a cock in your mouth, but I don't let you get up.

You shout incoherently at me, but I reintroduce my cock to your mouth, you feel your unseen lover exiting your hole. A zipper. "shit that was the best fuck I've had in a long time!" A parting slap warms your sore bottom. However, to your horror a second voice says, "man look at the greedy little hole this bitch has - there is barely any come running out!" Your assailant wipes his sticky cock on your bottom and steps back.

New hands are on your hips immediately, before you have time to think another hard cock pushes into your sticky interior, impaling you fully. Touching places the first intruder missed. The rhythm of this fucking builds quicker than the first, the language just as coarse, "oh man - bitch, squeeze my cock, oh yeah, squeeze me!" I pull my cock from your throat.

You become aware of how much your hips and legs are bouncing off the railing, you grunt with each impact. He groans and your cunt is once more filled with hot cum. A long, "ahhhhhh" escapes your lips. Before you realise it though, a third cock slams into you replacing the now spent one, much to your own surprise, it feels different than the first two. You tremble as unexpected pleasure wells up inside you - how long have those sensations been building you muse, but just at the moment I push my cock back into your mouth with spraying the back of your throat with jets of cum. Because of the angel you can't swallow it all, though you try. Come trickles out of your mouth and down your chin.

Your third assailant groans moments after I do filling your well used cunt with yet more cum. He withdraws, while I force you to lick the remaining cum from my shaft. You hear the men talking behind you. "Oh yeah man, she'll do fine, let’s go!"

You are lifted thankfully into a standing position. I can’t read the look in your eyes – it’s kind of vacant at the moment. I turn you around. Your dress is still hiked up under your cuffed hands and rivers of cum run down your legs. I walk around the rail and kiss your shoulder from behind. You look at your assailants. Their demeanour changes instantly. You are escorted with great care - one Spaniard on each arm into a dim corridor. You turn to see if I am following, but the heavy steel door slams shut behind you.