Force Me - The Alley

Force Me:

The Alley

By

Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

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Copyright
© 2011 Marteeka Karlad & Shara Azod

Editor: Stephanie Parent

Cover Art: Shara Azod

The Alley

The moment Alana stepped into the alley, she knew she'd made a mistake. The shadows simply drowned out any small amount of light from the one streetlight spilling into the entrance. She thought she'd been followed, but hadn't been sure until the light was blocked, plunging her into near total darkness. Just as she stepped past the entrance of the alley, she was shoved from behind. Not to push her, really, more to steer her away from the side of the dark street into the even darker narrow space between two imposing brick buildings. A scream rose in her throat but refused to pass her lips.

A large finger landed on her lips, delving slightly into her mouth until it was just inside it. She felt a man's warm, sweet breath fanning her cheek near the corner of her mouth. "I've been watching you all night."

An insanely large bulge pressed against her ass, threatening to nestle between her cheeks despite her clothing. She shouldn't have felt desire, shouldn’t have gotten wet from the sound of the rough voice in her ear or the heavily muscled arm that wrapped around her body. But she did; her nerves went on high alert, tingling from the helplessness of her situation. Alana was sure his strong body was imprinted on hers, and she couldn't say she was sorry. If she had a weakness, it was a big, muscled man, and everything about this man was big. His deep, husky voice only added to the thrill of danger, making her cream herself even more.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” But she didn't mean those words. She didn't want to be abused, not much anyway. She
did
want him to take her, right there in the alley against the rough brick building.

"You're not in a position to dictate what I will and will not do to you. If I choose to hurt you, you'll take what I give you." He dipped his head and licked a path from her collar to her ear. "You may even love it."

Alana could have come right there. One large hand reached underneath her dress, ripping her panties from her body with one forceful tug. It turned her on so much her pussy dripped with longing, wetting her thighs as she panted, pushing back against him. His big hand circled her body, plunging two fingers into her cunt. Even though he only used two fingers, he was so big, he stretched her so it burned. She cried out, backing away from him involuntarily before she could stop herself.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled, pulling her hard against his solid frame. While his fingers plunged unmercifully inside her, forcing her legs open as he stroked in and out of her, his other hand reached up farther, forcing her dress up until he was grasping her full, heavy breasts. His fingers pressed down on an over-sensitized nipple before twisting it, causing her cunt to jerk against his fingers.

His deep chuckle tickled her ear and rumbled through her insides. "So, you like that. I knew the moment I saw you what you needed. Tell me. Has anyone ever recognized your need to be taken? Manhandled?"

No, no one ever had. She lay awake some nights fingering herself in absolute frustration. No lover had understood her need to be taken hard, rough. It occurred to her this wasn't exactly the safest thing, but to be honest, if it fulfilled that deep longing inside her, she didn't really care. In that moment all that mattered was doing whatever this man demanded of her in order to get his cock buried deep inside her. His hands were rough on her skin, callused and hard. She loved the difference in the textures of their bodies, and she hadn't even sampled anything but his hands.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy,” he warned her, as if she had anything to say about the matter. She didn’t and she loved that. “Then I will fuck your mouth, your ass. I won’t leave any place on your body untouched.”

“Yes. That's what I need.” Alana didn't recognize the needy whimper as her own, but the man behind her, his fingers buried deep inside her, seemed to recognize her surrender. He pushed her forward so that she had to brace her hands against the wall. Without another word, she heard him unzip his fly and release his cock. The warm flesh pulsed against her ass before he slid between her legs, his cock bobbing over her clit as he teased her.

There was no warning, no gentle caresses. In one hard, swift stroke he forced the entirety of his thick, hot shaft all the way inside her, stretching her almost unbearably. Alana gasped, tilting her hips backward to give this stranger complete access. He invaded every part of her, taking her without mercy, pounding inside her in fast, steady strokes until she was crying out in complete abandon.

Her face was flush against the brick, her head turned to the side. He had her mashed between the wall and his hard body, and Alana was hard pressed to say which had more give to it. His hands gripped her hips, but his body seemed glued to hers, only his hips separating from her as he pulled out of her body only to slam back inside. His ragged breathing was at her ear, fueling her excitement further. She was so close, so very close to the orgasm that had eluded her for so long. Then all of a sudden he was gone, and she was cold. She cried out, trying to turn around to see what had happened, but strong hands forced her to say exactly where she was. The man dropped to his knees behind her, knocking her legs even wider apart. The first swipe of his tongue felt so hot, so decadent, she screamed, rocking against his face.

His snarls and growls were almost as loud as her screams. He delved deep inside her and seemed to have set in to feast. It didn't take long before he hit that one spot she needed, and her body seemed to explode from the inside out. Stars swam in her vision, and she vaguely heard her screams of completion as she thrashed about under his hands. Her legs failed her, and she would have fallen had he not caught her up in strong arms, simply lifting her against the wall. His mouth never left her cunt. One orgasm was clearly not enough for this man. His tongue fucked her as forcefully as his cock so recently had. Every so often he would shift up slightly to suck hard on her clit before returning to the tongue-fucking that was threatening to drive her completely insane. Her hips rolled against his mouth, desperate for more and more until she was screaming mindlessly, pulling on his hair as she fucked his mouth back with all her might.

Several times she came. There was no way his face and neck weren't soaked with her cream. Alana was on overload, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She'd needed this for so fucking long, she didn't ever want it to end. Fortunately, he didn't seem to want to stop either. At least, he had more in mind for her than a simple mouth fuck.

Finally he moved back, allowing her body to slide down the wall until her cunt was directly in line with his cock. This time he didn’t power inside her. Instead he used the bulbous head of his dick to rub unmercifully against her clit, setting her body on overdrive all over again.

“Fuck! Put it inside me!” There was no shame in demanding what she wanted. She wanted him inside her, needed it. “Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, hard!”

His answer was another growl before thrusting into her again. This time, he urged her legs around his waist while he braced her back against the brick wall. He powered into her, flesh slapping against flesh. All she could do was hold on to the massive body pounding her and feel him. She loved how his body moved against her, with her. He took her without mercy, though he made sure she enjoyed it as much as he did. As he drove into her, his mouth latched onto her neck and pulled hard. A shot of electricity zinged from the point of her nipple to deep inside her womb, causing her pussy to contract against him. She could feel every vein of his shaft, his dick pulsating inside her. She wanted it all, more and more, and she told him so.

“Come for me now, Alana. Come all over my cock!”

How did he know her name? Who was this man? Why was it she just didn't care? As if completely in tune with him, her body exploded, shaking as she indeed came all around his gloriously broad cock. He swelled inside her, and Alana thought he might come inside her. She should really care about that, but she couldn't make herself. Instead of coming, though, he pulled out of her with a roar and shoved her to her knees before him.

His cock bobbed against her mouth and she opened eagerly, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. It didn't all fit, although she tried. She loved the taste of herself on him, the taste of his salty essence coating her tongue. It was all a heady experience. She smelled his sweat, her sweat, the smell of their combined sex heavy in the alley. It was raw, nasty sex, everything she never thought she'd experience. Once again she felt his dick swell and throb inside her mouth. She slurped eagerly, wanting his cum, needing it, but he didn't give it to her.

“Stand up and turn around.” The barked order gave no room for disobedience. Neither did the fist in her hair, already pulling her to her feet. There was a slight pause as he smeared a cool lube around her ass, dipping first one finger into her, then two. Again, he stretched her until she burned, but the slight pain only fueled her lust even more. “Push out,” he instructed as he slowly slid his cock into the entrance of her ass.

It burned, it hurt, it felt so fucking good she thought she might pass out from the pleasure of it. Breathing deeply, Alana stayed perfectly still, trying to adjust to his size. She’d dreamed of this. Using her dildo, she had tried to give this kind of pleasure to herself, but it had never felt this erotic, this right. Her hands curled against the cold, hard surface of the wall as she fought to remain upright. Her knees locked to keep from buckling under her.

She pushed out against him with her inner muscles, opening her back entrance and welcoming his body into hers. The need to push her hips back against him to take all of him was overwhelming. The only thing stopping her was the tight grip he had on her cheeks. She wanted this more than she'd ever wanted anything else in her entire life. It wasn't long before she felt his flat, hard belly against the softness of her curves, and she knew he was all the way inside her. She almost sobbed with relief, knowing that now she'd get what she wanted, needed.

He stood there a moment, absolutely still. Whether he was giving her time to adjust to him, or himself time to adjust to the sensation, she didn't know, didn't care. All she knew was she hungered for this dark, erotic pleasure like nothing she'd been prepared for. Gradually, then with more vigor, he pounded into her, against her. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud in the darkness, overpowering even the heavy cadence of their combined breathing.