Who Is Fucking Whom?

I'm driving you crazy. From the moment you first saw me, you wanted me. Stepping onto the sidewalk, heading home from work, purse swaying. You saw me. My dress clung to the generous curve of my ass. Light rain is falling. The dress...translucent. The swell of breast, the titillating bounce of my bottom...accentuated.

You want me, but on your own terms. No small talk. No dinner or candlelight. The powerful, animal, feral need to possess me is what drives you. No perfunctory kiss on the hand. No soft caresses. You want to fuck me.

You sneak up behind me, grab both my wrists and pull them behind my back. I can't turn enough to see who you are. You whisper in my ear how much you're going to enjoy fucking me raw. I start to struggle and you yank my arms uncomfortably. You use my wrists as leverage to push me against the nearest wall.

With one hand controlling my movements, you put your other on my stocking covered thigh. You push it up higher, underneath my dress and explore my trembling ass. You are delighted to find garters attached to my stockings and no panties covering my ass. You comment on what a cock tease I am as you slip a finger between my cheeks and into my pussy. The surprise comes when you discover my pussy is dripping wet. It causes the erection that's already pressing against my outer thigh to twitch and harden even further.

You bite my neck and growl in my ear what a naughty little pussy I have. I try to shove away from you, but my actions only succeed in pressing you harder against me. We're both panting from the exertion. Finally, you grab my hands and push them against the wall, ordering me to leave them there. You stand back a moment and admire my quivering form, pressed against the wall and waiting for your entry.

Very carefully you unfasten your belt, snap and zipper and allow your pants to fall to the floor. Once your cock is free, you step towards me. You roughly yank my dress up halfway over my head. It gets stuck, so you order me to take it off. I struggle with the material till it finally goes over and lands on the floor nearby.

I stand before you, back to you with nothing but garters, stockings and heels on. I place my hands back onto the wall and stick my ass out for your perusal. You run your hands down my back, along my waist, and around to my belly. They sink further until you have them on my pussy. You play with my clit and slowly impale me with your fingers. Your naked cock is nestled between my ass cheeks and is leaking precum all over my back.

We stay like this for awhile. Me motionless, allowing you to penetrate me with your fingers. You grinding against me with your fingers dipping in and out of my wetness. You ache to see your dick sliding in between those lovely cheeks.

Without warning, you pull back, grab my hips and slide your dripping cock inside my pussy in one stroke. We both moan and I brace against the wall in anticipation of the pounding I'm about to get. You want to go slowly, savor it, but that notion quickly disappears when you see your glistening shaft vanish into soft flesh.

My cunt is a warm wet glove, caressing your pole. The intensity of your penetration sends my pussy convulsing around your cock and you stroke into me with animal frenzy. Your teeth sink into my neck. You want to claim me, possess me. Your cum is building, tingling inside. My wetness is on your belly, dripping down your legs, shining brightly on my ass as you continue to fuck me. Sensing your impending release, you pull your dick out and glide your fist over it. A couple strokes and you spray your load over my back and ass. Cum drips down and disappears in my crack.

Panting, trembling from the adrenaline, we stare at one another. The silence is excruciating. I slap you hard across the face. The slap was unexpected; you stumble backwards, and land on your ass on the wet sidewalk, next to my forgotten purse.

You continue to stare at me, mouth agape, pants around your ankles. You're waiting for me to say something. I walk slowly over to your supine form, never taking my eyes off of you. You clumsily grab my purse and lift it up to me, like an offering. I reach inside, and pull out a card. A business card. I lift my purse out of your hands and replace it with the card. You're dumbfounded. You ask, "What do you want?" I say, "I want to fuck you...again."