The Parking Garage
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“I’m having a great time with you tonight,” I tell you as I cling to your arm, leaving the restaurant.
“But the evening is far from over,” you respond, grinning.
You pull me aside, pushing me through the entrance of the dim parking garage next door. You pin my body up against the cold cement wall with your own, so much bigger, trapping me like a rabbit in the grip of a wolf. You go in for the kill, forcing your tongue into my mouth and kissing me hungrily.
You don’t expect my appetite to be as voracious as yours, my tongue writhes and dances with yours as though I’m trying to win out over you, my body pretending to protest as you run your hands over my breasts, kneading and grasping all over my waist, my hips, my butt, my thighs...until they find their way into my tight pants and into my moist heat.
Feeling my arousal, you lead me toward a stone pillar, wrapping my arms around it, the metallic click of a pair of handcuffs echoing through the darkness as you fasten them together.
From behind me, you pull down my pants, uncovering my thong-clad cheeks. I feel the hot sting of your hand on my bare flesh, the sound of its contact echoing all around us. I moan as the cool air starts to relieve the stinging, but you spank me again, denying me relief. You spank my butt again, and again, causing me to yelp, alternating cheeks, each time repeating quicker than the last. I look over my shoulder, seeing my round bottom turned bright red from the punishment.
I lean into the pillar and arch my back, extending the offering of my rear to you. You kneel beneath me and pull my cheeks apart, lapping at my pucker, teasing it, rubbing your hand into my slit and tickling my clit. I shudder from the dual sensation. Your hot saliva starts to run into my slit, which you replace with a hefty amount of spit.
I feel your thick finger pressing against my rosebud, pressing its way into my wet and yielding rear. You press and massage, opening me little by little, easing deeper inside me each time. I feel the tip of your finger penetrating me softly until I feel your knuckles touching my bottom. My flower is open to you, my pistil ready to accept your stamen.
You undo your pants and replace your finger with the thick head of your cock. I’m ready for it. Judging by the tears of the pre-cum seeping from its eye, I can tell you’re ready too.
No matter how many times we do this I’m never as ready as I think I am to take that big cock of yours up my butt. You stab my starfish, over and over, eliciting loud moans of pleasure and pain until I yield enough to allow your head to pop into me. From there things go much easier; your well-moistened cock slides right up my backside.
You pick up your pace, thrusting into my big round butt, battering my rectum with your manhood, my cries and moans drawing the attention of the drunk passersby on their way to their cars, or the next bar.
You motion to them to come over while you’re balls deep in my bottom. My face is up against the cold concrete wall, my neck helping support my tired arms and legs. The revelers approach as they unbuckle their pants and pull out their rapidly hardening tools. Behind them a small crowd of both men and women watch from a distance as you pull out and allow the next man to step up and enter my bum.
He’s smaller than you so I am well prepared to take him. He moistens himself by rubbing his penis across my dripping slit before he admits himself into me anally. You watch as he pumps against me, hard, fucking me from behind like a dog in heat. His weight is heavy on me and I cry out as his testicles slap against my thighs, his manhood boxing my colon to the cheers of the crowd.
I feel him breathe harder, faster, as he tenses up, the first to empty his testes into my bottom. As he removes himself and shuffles off you pull my cheeks open for the crowd, letting them watch his globs of cum drip out of my tight hole just long enough to wind them up before the next man is upon me, pummeling my insides with his girthy meat.
I lose track of any sense of size comparison; small, large, average, crooked, bent, all manner of cocks have entered my abused anus by the end of the night, for the carnal pleasure of you and your crowd of random drunk men and women.
I can barely stand anymore; only the cuffs binding me to the pillar keep me on my feet. My bum is leaking cream like a broken soft-serve machine, but just when I think I’m done, you leave me cuffed to the pillar a while longer, letting the remaining drunk stragglers play with my body. They squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, spitting on me, masturbating themselves on my sloppy backside.
Then, finally, you unlock the cuffs. The last thing I remember is you scooping my battered body up in your strong arms.
I came to again at home, in a warm bath, with you delicately pouring warm, soothing water all over my shoulders and chest, softly cleaning off all the sweat, grime and stranger spooge from my body.
“Dirty girls like you deserve to be treated like a queen after you have served so many cocks,” you whisper in my ear as you drain the tub, carrying me to bed and tucking me in, warm, snug and safe.
“Now get some rest, baby. Good sluts like you need your beauty sleep.”
I smile and drift off to sleep, satisfied with your approval.
“I’m having a great time with you tonight,” I tell you as I cling to your arm, leaving the restaurant.
“But the evening is far from over,” you respond, grinning.
You pull me aside, pushing me through the entrance of the dim parking garage next door. You pin my body up against the cold cement wall with your own, so much bigger, trapping me like a rabbit in the grip of a wolf. You go in for the kill, forcing your tongue into my mouth and kissing me hungrily.
You don’t expect my appetite to be as voracious as yours, my tongue writhes and dances with yours as though I’m trying to win out over you, my body pretending to protest as you run your hands over my breasts, kneading and grasping all over my waist, my hips, my butt, my thighs...until they find their way into my tight pants and into my moist heat.
Feeling my arousal, you lead me toward a stone pillar, wrapping my arms around it, the metallic click of a pair of handcuffs echoing through the darkness as you fasten them together.
From behind me, you pull down my pants, uncovering my thong-clad cheeks. I feel the hot sting of your hand on my bare flesh, the sound of its contact echoing all around us. I moan as the cool air starts to relieve the stinging, but you spank me again, denying me relief. You spank my butt again, and again, causing me to yelp, alternating cheeks, each time repeating quicker than the last. I look over my shoulder, seeing my round bottom turned bright red from the punishment.
I lean into the pillar and arch my back, extending the offering of my rear to you. You kneel beneath me and pull my cheeks apart, lapping at my pucker, teasing it, rubbing your hand into my slit and tickling my clit. I shudder from the dual sensation. Your hot saliva starts to run into my slit, which you replace with a hefty amount of spit.
I feel your thick finger pressing against my rosebud, pressing its way into my wet and yielding rear. You press and massage, opening me little by little, easing deeper inside me each time. I feel the tip of your finger penetrating me softly until I feel your knuckles touching my bottom. My flower is open to you, my pistil ready to accept your stamen.
You undo your pants and replace your finger with the thick head of your cock. I’m ready for it. Judging by the tears of the pre-cum seeping from its eye, I can tell you’re ready too.
No matter how many times we do this I’m never as ready as I think I am to take that big cock of yours up my butt. You stab my starfish, over and over, eliciting loud moans of pleasure and pain until I yield enough to allow your head to pop into me. From there things go much easier; your well-moistened cock slides right up my backside.
You pick up your pace, thrusting into my big round butt, battering my rectum with your manhood, my cries and moans drawing the attention of the drunk passersby on their way to their cars, or the next bar.
You motion to them to come over while you’re balls deep in my bottom. My face is up against the cold concrete wall, my neck helping support my tired arms and legs. The revelers approach as they unbuckle their pants and pull out their rapidly hardening tools. Behind them a small crowd of both men and women watch from a distance as you pull out and allow the next man to step up and enter my bum.
He’s smaller than you so I am well prepared to take him. He moistens himself by rubbing his penis across my dripping slit before he admits himself into me anally. You watch as he pumps against me, hard, fucking me from behind like a dog in heat. His weight is heavy on me and I cry out as his testicles slap against my thighs, his manhood boxing my colon to the cheers of the crowd.
I feel him breathe harder, faster, as he tenses up, the first to empty his testes into my bottom. As he removes himself and shuffles off you pull my cheeks open for the crowd, letting them watch his globs of cum drip out of my tight hole just long enough to wind them up before the next man is upon me, pummeling my insides with his girthy meat.
I lose track of any sense of size comparison; small, large, average, crooked, bent, all manner of cocks have entered my abused anus by the end of the night, for the carnal pleasure of you and your crowd of random drunk men and women.
I can barely stand anymore; only the cuffs binding me to the pillar keep me on my feet. My bum is leaking cream like a broken soft-serve machine, but just when I think I’m done, you leave me cuffed to the pillar a while longer, letting the remaining drunk stragglers play with my body. They squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, spitting on me, masturbating themselves on my sloppy backside.
Then, finally, you unlock the cuffs. The last thing I remember is you scooping my battered body up in your strong arms.
I came to again at home, in a warm bath, with you delicately pouring warm, soothing water all over my shoulders and chest, softly cleaning off all the sweat, grime and stranger spooge from my body.
“Dirty girls like you deserve to be treated like a queen after you have served so many cocks,” you whisper in my ear as you drain the tub, carrying me to bed and tucking me in, warm, snug and safe.
“Now get some rest, baby. Good sluts like you need your beauty sleep.”
I smile and drift off to sleep, satisfied with your approval.
8年前
