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 A Night Out with the Girls

   Emily and her two girlfriends had started off early at the night club.
The three had come for ladies night and found the place packed.  Cheap
drinks furnished by the numerous men quickly had the trio well lubricated
and meshing with the atmosphere.  Well, Emily's friends were.  While they
each had men pulling at them, plying them with alcohol to get onto the
dancefloor with them, the Blonde twenty-something was nursing on a seven
and seven alone between the others.

   Emily saw her friend April pulled off to the dancefloor with the guy she
had been talking with.  She smiled to herself and turned to her other
friend, Ashley.  "Well, looks like April is off..." She said, trailing off
when she saw that Ashley hadn't left but was making out with the handsome
guy who had his arms wrapped around her.

   The blonde looked back to her drink and leaned in to place her lovely
red lips on the mixing straw and sip the last of the diluted drink from
among the ice.  She sat up and figured she may as well go to the bathroom
at this point.  She leaned in and yelled over the music at Ashley, "Im
going to the bathroom!  You can come with me if you need to!" Ashley pawed
at the man's chest as their lips interlocked.  Emily shrugged and slid
along the booth to slip out from behind the table.  She stood up and pulled
the short dress down over her thighs as much as she could, not realizing
that it didn't help any but also pulled her cleavage out more.

   She thought to bring her handbag but left it with Ashley's and April's
then set off towards the back of the club.  She worked through the pulsing
crowd, trying to avoid any drunken peoples from spilling their drinks onto
her.  She made her way to the bar eventually and caught the attention of
the bartender.  "Bathroom!?!" She yelled when he looked her way.  He smiled
at her and pointed down a long hallway.  Emily nodded and mouthed thank
you. She moved towards the hall he pointed at but missed the turn toward
the offices and bathrooms.

   She saw people lined up by a door and assumed that was the one she
needed.  She asked a couple standing next to it if they were in line and
the male half leered at her then shook his head.  She smiled and pushed on
the door, stumbling over the couple and through the threshold and out into
a cold, wet alley.  She turned around to hear the door slam shut behind
her.

   She ran back to the door, careful not to fall in her heels on the wet
asphalt.  She pounded on the metal door after seeing there wasn't a knob or
handle to pull on.  She tried the edge of the door but couldn't get a good
enough grip on the cold, wet steel.

   Of course she left her phone and bag on the table and who knows if that
stupid Ashley had heard her.  She put her hands on her bare arms and looked
either way down the long dark alleyway.  She saw a lot of darkness either
way but a street was to her right after a bit so she started walking over
the broken asphalt.

   Bruce, the thirty eight year old cook, was crouching in the darkness
behind a dumpster having just finished his cigarette break.  He watched the
scene unfold and couldn't help but chuckle as his big lungs exhaled the
last drag on his now extinguished cigarette.  He looked the girl over as
she realized she was locked out.  She had a pretty nice ass, that was for
sure.  And he could only imagine the joys to be found at the junction of
those milky white legs.  As she turned towards him and made her way down
the alley he realized her tits had all the perkiness that her youth
promised and her face held a gentle sweetness that was now wrought with
frustration.

   Emily didn't realize she was being watched until she came level with
him. Her heart leapt with a start but she tried to control her body and not
show how the huge man had startled her.  She usually would have smiled but
she was cold and worried and blew past him.

   Bruce cleared his throat and spit onto the pavement.  "Where you going
little girl?" He said in his gravelly voice as he stood up and stepped out
of the shadows, his 6'3" frame looming over her.  "You look lost..." He
said with a smile, appearing to be a helpful samaritan for the moment.

   Emily couldn't put a finger on it but this man frightened her in her
core.  She became conscious of her state of dress as she stood before him
and crossed her legs and folded her arms over her chest.  "I..um...I'm
meeting my friends out here..." She said, hoping her bluff would fool the
massive brute.

   He smiled and placed his arm around her, pulling her to his side.  "Come
on.  They won't find you back here.  There's another door back down there."
He said with his thick finger pointed towards a darkened service alcove off
the alley.

   She looked up to him, not entirely trusting what he said, but with his
arm pulling her to him she had little choice but to silently nod and follow
him into the dark.

   Emily stepped into the shadows hoping that as her eyes adjusted a door
would reveal itself.  But one never did.  Her heart pounded with fear as
she realized she was now trapped in that alcove with the big oaf blocking
her exit.  "Where is that door, sir?" She said, hoping a final bit of
formality might be enough to save her innocence.

   Bruce stepped behind her, blocking her exit from the alcove.  One dim
lightbulb cast its beam around his massive frame, only a few rays finding
Emily as she turned to see him and backed herself against the wall.  The
minimal light illuminating her wide, fright-filled eyes as she backed up
until she hit a trashbin lined wall.  Bruce stepped forward, closing her in
her brick walled prison.  "Oops.  Looks like I was wrong..." He said as he
stepped to her and placed a hand on her arm.

   Emily watched his thick hand run down the fair skin of her arm until he
reached her wrist.  He slowly, but firmly pulled it down to her side and
did the same with her other.  "Come on, pretty girl." He said as he pulled
her to him.  Her slight body was mashed against his immovable frame as she
began panting with fear and adrenaline.  "Dont be rude..." He cooed gruffly
as his hand moved up to her tit and he bent down to suck then nibble on her
neck.

   Emily screamed at his touch and beat her hands against him.  "Let go of
me!!!" She pleaded futily as he kneaded her tit meat.  She screamed as fear
rolled down her cheeks in fear, causing her make eye make up to run. 
"Help!!!  Please!!!!" She yelled, hearing her pleas echo back on them,
cancelled by the noise of the club and the thick brick walls.

   Bruce was deaf to her cries, something that had become a common part of
his sex life.  Oh how he loved to split otherwise gentlewomen open on his
fat and throbbing dickhead.  He groped the ass of young Emily as he held
her against him and sucked on then tender flesh of her neck.  The cook was
already rock hard and his 8" dick mashed against the fair young woman's
pelvis.

   Emily felt the arousal of her attacker and feared for the worst. 
"April!!!  Ashley!!!" She cried out, hoping they or anyone would hear her
through the thick brick walls of the club.

   Bruce groped her chest roughly until her breast was spilling out of the
top of the already skimpy dress.  Emily moaned as she felt the cold air nip
at her tit flesh.  Bruce slid his hand down his barrel like chest and
pulled his white tunic up and reached inside his pants.  Next thing Emily
realized something thick and meaty pressed into her gut.  She looked down
and saw him stroking his tool, prepping it for destroying the innocence she
had managed to preserve for so long.

   The blonde looked up into the sky above them as she felt the firm knob
pushing into her abdomen and breathed shallowly and frantically in
anticipation of her Impending doom.  Sure enough she felt him lifting her
skirt up her waist as his tool was mashed between their bodies.  "No,
please..." She said as she made a few last futile attempts to push him off.
"Im a virgin!" She said, sobbing.

   Bruce laughed as he pulled her dress up around her waist.  She beat her
hands against his sides and back, hoping to jar him enough that he'd let
her loose.  But her girlish fists were easily absorbed by his thick torso.
She felt the brisk night air creeping up along her thighs as her skirt was
lifted until her entire bottom half was exposed.  She felt him snake a
finger into the waistband of her red panties and then tug them down before
doing the same on the other side, leaving her hairless slit completely
unprotected.

   She breathed hastened, heavy breaths into his cook's tunic as she
anticipated the shredding of her virginity as his meaty dick twitched with
the his aroused heart rate.  But instead she found him bring his hand up to
grab her wrist.  He wrenched her dainty arm down and forced it between
them.

   "Fingerfuck your cunt, whore!" He growled softly with his breath hot on
her ear.  Emily nodded nervously and placed her fingers at the cleft of her
sex and dutifully moved her fingers about her tender lips to prevent any
further violence.

   "Good girl..." Bruce said as he relaxed his bear hug on her and patted
the top of her head.  The relief of being able to breath unhindered was
short lived as his hand came to rest on the part of her luxurious blonde
hair.  His massive mitt of a hand started pressing down and her knees
relented to save her neck and spine from the pressure.  But then she found
herself kneeling on the cold, wet asphalt of that stinking alleyway with
that ogre's meaty dick staring at her in the face.

   Bruce reached down and grabbed his cock which grazed her cheek as he
raised it up and held it firm in his hand.  His other came off the top of
her head and grabbed her soft and round jaw, squeezing it and making her
cherry red lips purse in pain.  Her big, frightful eyes darted up to see
her gaze returned by that of her attacker.

   He smiled at her.

   "Suck.  No teeth."

   With that she found his meaty dickhead pressed into her lips and mindful
of his warning she opened her mouth wide, wanting to keep her teeth clear
of his invading cock.  As more of his manhood slipped into her she found
she was having to stretch her jaw more and more to keep from offending him
in this way.  She brought her hands up to press at his hips to try to slow
the penetration of her mouth but this action was quickly stymied.

   "Hey!  Rub that cunt like a good slut."

   Emily mumbled an apology around the bulbous cockhead that was slidibg
over her tongue and pulled her hands off him and hiked her skirt up more
with one hand while the other darted back between her legs were she was
ashamed to find her lips had grown slick.

   Her big, innocent eyes darted about, trying to look past his massive
frame to see if someone, by some chance was making there way down the
alleyway.

   No one was.

   She was alone.

   With this sex-crazed man.

   And his fat dick that was now oozing precum into her mouth as her tongue
slid along the underside of his veiny shaft.

   "You're doing great.  Don't forget to breathe..." The older man said
with a debauched chuckle.

   His hand returned to the top of her head and he held her still as he
started to drag his meat back out of her mouth.

   With him backing off, Emily was slightly relieved as she thought that
though it was a nightmare she had handled that bit well.  She breathed a
little easier as her fingers worked her engorged pussy lips around, the
slick flesh slipping over her fingertips and each other.

   He started to push his head back into her mouth once the ridge of his
dickhead started to slip past her lips.

   'You can do this.  Just get through this.  You're strong.' The young man
thought, trying to coach herself through her mouth getting fucked.

   She was waiting for him to stop and draw his cock back again but this it
kept pushing and pushing.  She had to stretch her already aching jaw and
her eyes danced back and forth, searching the man's face for a sign of
mercy.  There was none to be found.

   She started to gasp and snort as it moved back further into her mouth
and she felt it sliding slowly onto the back of her tongue.  She pulled her
hands from between her legs again and started to smack and try to push
herself off of his cock.  She shook her head as her her reflexes tried to
rid her body of the foreign and most unwelcome object.  She winced in pain
and her eyes started to well up.  She would have been trying to scream if
she didn't need every last bit of air to not pass out.

   She struggled and fought to extract her battered red lips from his
ruthless cock until his tipped entered the void at the back of her throat.
Her salivary glands went into overdrive, trying to coat her mouth with
thick protective saliva as her mouth filled with the iron taste that
preceded gagging.

   She gripped his tunic as she felt her torso quiver and she felt her
mouth squeeze tightly around his prick, milking more precum out to run down
her throat.

   "No, no.  Keep it down."

   He let go of his grip of the trunk of his cock and cradled her face and
caressed her cheeks with his thumb.

   "Just relax.  Don't puke on my balls..." He warned, familiar and
unwilling to deal with cleaning girl vomit off his pants before returning
to his shift.

   Emily's lungs were pumping at a runners pace as they tried to feed
oxygen to her panicked brain.  She breathed hard and fast through her nose
and continued to try to shake and pull her head loose from his grip.

   "Fingers back in your cunt or I'll let you choke on my dick."

   He said calmly.  And though it was an empty threat, it couldn't have
sounded more like a real possibility to Emily who figured she was seconds
from that result as it was.

   Her hand went back between her legs and she rubbed her sex with vigor,
finding that her virginal cunt was completely coated in her thick and warm
juices.  Her fingers made lewd sounds as they slipped and slid through her
folds.  Sounds she had hoped only she could hear.

   Bruce had seen her fingers glistening when she had grabbed his tunic and
he heard her working over what he imagined was a dripping wet cunt. 
Holding up his end of the bargain he drew his thick member back until she
held only three inches inside her lips.  Her thick, gag induced saliva came
out along the length of his shaft and ran along her lips and down her chin
where it pooled and began to hang like a thick icicle of lust.

   Emily, seeing what her touching herself had produced, doubled her
efforts and rubbed and rolled her fingers over the outside of her aroused
lips and even pushing into the velvety recess of her pristine pussyhole.

   "Get how this is going to go?" Bruce said as he held the top of her head
with his fingers in her now mussed up blonde hair and caressed her drool
slicked chin with his other, staring down at her with her lips still
stretched around his shaft.

   Emily, filled with shame and fear, rubbed her fingers through her lips
and nodded her head, unknowingly fucking his cock with her mouth as it
moved slightly over his pole.  As his tip rested on her tongue she could
feel and taste his precum pooling in her mouth.  She paused the
manipulation of her twat and closed her eyes as she swallowed the thin,
briny fluid.

   Bruce chuckled.  "I'm taking that as a yes." He adjusted his stride and
tilted her head back and grabbed her head by her hair on both sides and
started to fuck himself with her face using short strokes, back and forth.

   Emily wanted to fight.  She wanted to run.  But she had tried that and
had lost.  Now she figured she should at least comply and get out of it
with her life.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared up at the lust
crazed eye of the nameless man who was brutalizing her face.

   As he copulated with her mouth, more of her saliva was drawn out and ran
down her chin, causing a big heavy drop to fall and splatter onto the one
breast that was still covered by her dress.

   He picked up speed and length with every few pulls of her head and soon
the fucking of her wet mouth was making just as much noise as her fingers
the rubbed and plunged at the now-ultra-sensitive areas of her dripping wet
crotch.  Her finger pushed deeper inside her as she yearned to feel the
warm shiver that came after she raked over her g-spot.

   Bruce continued fucking the young blondes wet mouth, enjoying the feel
of her warm tongue and lips nursing his length, reluctantly or not.

   Drool dripped and swung from her chin as his cock pistoned in and out of
her lips, occasionally falling off onto the asphalt between them or onto
herself.  Bruce saw her wrist moving between her legs as her hand massaged
and stimulated her now-awakened cunt.

   Emily closed her eyes and moaned briefly as she pleasured herself at the
behest of the man defiling her lips and throat.  Realizing what she had
allowed herself to do, her eyes snapped open and she withdrew her fingers
from her hungry folds.  Her digits were coated with her thick girlcream and
hung in a dewy strand between her now vacant sex and the slender tips of
her fingers.  She would not allow herself to suffer the embarrassment of
orgasming here on her knees in a dark alley with a strangers cock pounding
into the back of her mouth.  But the more she thought about her throbbing
clit the more her resolve melted.  She allowed her fingers back onto her
cleft and parted her lips.  With her middle finger, she slid over her
rubbery nub and twitched as shocks of pleasure shot through her nervous
system.  It took only three strokes, back and forth, over her
extra-sensitive flesh before she pushed her fingers back up inside her. 
She would have gasped with relief but instead sucked and mashed her tongue
against the man's cock.

   She was now lost in the depravity of getting her face fucked into a
slobbery mess in this alleyway as she began to rub and penetrate herself
with a renewed vigor.  She even began to bob her head in time with Bruce's
thrusts.

   He saw the fear gone from her face and replaced with something else.  He
thought it was arousal but figured it was her resigning herself to her
fate. Either way, seeing her fucking herself with her stretched mouth
dripping saliva onto her now spit-slicked tits, he was ready to impart his
final gift.  He increased the pace and depth of his penetration and saw
Emily raising her freehand.

   He thought at first that it was to try to push him off again but as she
wrapped her dainty fingers around the trunk of his dick he found she just
gripped it.  She gingerly stroked it for a second before realizing what she
had done and pulled her hand back and placed it on her chest and
straightened the fallen strap of her dress without pulling her exposed tit
back into her ruined dress.  She grabbed the hem of her dress that was
bunched around her waist and tugged and twisted it in her free hand as her
other hand fell into a rhythm fucking her pussy in time with his thrusts.

   Bruce couldn't take anymore.  He rammed his prick in deep and hard,
punching the fat tip at the back of her throat before pulling her head off
his dick.

   Emily gasped and moaned loudly.  He held her head with his hand at the
top of her blonde hair and pumped his fist over the length of his 8" cock.

   "Open your mouth..." He said breathily as his balls pulled taught. 
Emily parted her lips again, feeling her jaw ache from being spread for so
long.

   She watched his thick head, purple in the dim light of the alley, pulse
and throb as he masturbated himself inches from her face.  She breathed
shallowly and quickly as she continued touching herself at a fever pitch.

   She was starting to look up when he groaned, bringing her attention back
to the tip the hovered right in front of her.  She looked down in time to
see the first white stream burst forth and spray across her bottom lip and
onto her cheek.  She recoiled a bit and gasped, putting her open mouth in
line for the second spurt which she received most of on her tongue and the
back of her teeth.  The third bit left his body as he was midstroke and
this one dashed from her cheekbone, across her nose and onto her eyelashes.

   She brought her hands up to push him back as much as she could as she
blinked and turned away from the remainder, which fell across her neck and
chest before he squeezed the last bit onto her cheek as he mashed the tip
into the soft flesh of her face.

   She gasped and panted, still trying to catch her breath as she looked up
to make sure he was done.  He stepped back and turned away, letting more
light shine onto the prone girl.  She looked down at herself.  Anger and
disgust came over her as she looked at the fluids that now covered much of
her body and her dress.  She looked back up to Bruce who lit a cigarette
and took a drag, flicking it onto the ground beside her.

   "Thanks for that.  It was fun." He took another pull and exhaled.  "Come
by the restaurant sometime and I'll let you use my discount if I'm
working."

   He gave the blonde a parting pat on the head and walked off, leaving her
exposed and used, kneeling on the rough asphalt among the other bags of
garbage that sat in that dimly lit alcove.