Sex in an Alleyway

The night had a different energy. He walked beside me, his presence impossible to ignore. Dark-haired, with a trimmed beard and a muscular body that seemed made for dominance, he exuded raw magnetism. His chest, barely hidden by his shirt, was dusted with dark hair, his broad shoulders hinting at strength that could easily overpower me. He looked at me with intense eyes, the kind of gaze that lingered.

I felt his eyes on me all night—craving me, teasing me with just a look, like he knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. My long brunette hair tied in a high ponytail, large tits pressing against the tight black dress I’d chosen, and the curve of my ass swaying with every step. The red lipstick on my full lips and matching polish on my fingers and toes added to my sultry look, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. His aftershave and the roughness of his beard made me weak, desperate to feel every part of him. He couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I loved it.

I caught his gaze again, my body already tingling with anticipation. I knew where this was headed. His hands flexed at his sides, like he was barely holding back from grabbing me and having his way with me. The sexual tension between us was electric, making every step feel like foreplay.

We ducked down an alley, a narrow, dimly lit escape from the busy streets. He pushed me up against the rough brick wall, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "You’ve been teasing me all night, haven’t you?" His hands slid down my body, gripping my ass, and when he felt the bare skin under my dress, his eyes darkened with lust. I smirked, biting my lip as he realised I wasn’t wearing any panties.

The alley was secluded, but I knew anyone passing by might catch a glimpse of us, hidden in the shadows. That thought made my pulse quicken. His fingers slipped between my thighs, teasing my wet pussy. His touch was firm, deliberate, as he slid two fingers inside me. I moaned softly, my hips pushing against his hand, desperate for more. The sound of my wetness filled the air as his fingers moved in and out of me, slow at first, then faster. My back arched against the wall, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he fingered me, his other hand gripping my thigh to keep me steady.

He dropped to his knees before me, his hands sliding up my thighs, hitching my dress higher until I was fully exposed to him. His eyes darkened with lust as he pressed his mouth to my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit with relentless hunger. My legs trembled as he devoured me, licking and sucking, while his fingers worked deeper inside, curling just right. I gripped his hair, pulling him closer, my body buzzing with the intensity, the cold brick against my back heightening the heat of his tongue and fingers.

He pulled away just before I could tip over, leaving me panting, desperate for more. His eyes locked on mine as he stood, unzipping his pants, his cock already thick and hard. But instead of giving me what I craved, he stroked himself slowly, watching me squirm under his gaze. The head of his cock brushed against my slick pussy, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re not getting off that easy,” he growled, his breath ragged. I whimpered, my body trembling with need as he slid the head over my clit, down my folds, teasing again and again, but never pushing inside.

Finally, with one quick motion, he thrust into me, his cock stretching me, filling me completely. I gasped, my back arching against the wall as he fucked me hard, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place. The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the alley, mixing with my breathless moans and his deep grunts. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, feeling his cock pulse inside me with every thrust.

The feeling of being out in the open, where anyone could walk by, made it even more intense. I could barely keep quiet as he pounded into me, his pace relentless, his cock hitting that perfect spot over and over. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, the pleasure building inside me until I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper.

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the pressure building, the orgasm creeping closer with every deep stroke. His grip tightened on my hips, pulling me harder against him as he drove into me one last time. My body shook as the orgasm crashed over me, my pussy clenching around him as I moaned loudly, my entire body trembling.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement at the end of the alley. A couple stood there, half-hidden by shadows, their eyes glued to us. They weren’t just watching—they were turned on, too. The woman’s hand was sliding down her partner’s chest, slipping beneath his waistband, while his hand cupped her breast, squeezing softly as they watched us. The man’s breathing was ragged, his lips parted as his eyes lingered on my breasts bouncing with every thrust, his girlfriend’s gaze locked on the raw, unfiltered passion between us.

The thrill of being watched made my pulse race even more. I could see their arousal—the woman’s mouth parted in a soft gasp as her partner’s fingers moved between her legs, teasing her as she kept her eyes on me. The sight of them touching each other while watching us pushed me to the brink again.

The woman moaned softly, her hips rocking against her partner’s hand as he continued to finger her, the two of them caught up in their own lust as they watched us. It was like a chain reaction of desire—every movement, every touch we made heightened their arousal, and every moan of theirs made the fire between us burn hotter.

With a low growl, he pulled out of me just in time, stroking his cock as thick ropes of cum splashed against my inner thigh, just below the hem of my dress. The warmth of it sent a final wave of pleasure coursing through me, and I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as his eyes stayed locked on mine.

I quickly smoothed down my dress, catching my breath, while he zipped up his pants. As I glanced over, the couple at the end of the alley stood frozen, their eyes still locked on us, their faces flushed with desire. We exchanged a silent, knowing glance with them before turning back to each other.

Without a word, we composed ourselves, fixing our clothes as if nothing had happened. The air still hummed with the tension of what had just taken place, but we calmly walked out of the alley, slipping back into the bustle of the city as if we were just two people out for an evening stroll.

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