Back Alley Quickie

It had just turned 1:00 am when we left the first nightclub. Brian and I had met a new couple two weeks ago and decided to hit up the cheesy 90s-night dance party extravaganza. It was a blast, and my boyfriend had worked up an appetite flailing about to Blur and 2 Unlimited.
“You two head on to the next club,” Brian instructed the couple. “We’re going to grab a quick bite to eat and meet you there in 15.”
With that, they waved goodbye and headed on without us.
I was actually a bit peckish too. “So, where do you want-” I started to ask, before Brian pulled me into the back alley behind the nightclub.
“What are you doing? I thought we were getting some food?”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he admitted. “Especially since I kept seeing glimpses of your perky ass when you were dancing.” He looked me straight in the eye. I knew he knew that I did that on purpose.
But what can I say? I like teasing him!
He stepped closer.
“You knew exactly what you were doing to me, huh,” Brian surmised.
And closer.
“You’ve had me rock hard the whole fucking night.”
My back was against the wall. Faint vibrations echoed throughout my body from the nightclub on the other side.
There were only two inches between us now. He reached for my hand and placed it on his crotch.
“I bet you want that inside of you,” he whispered in my ear. Oh, how he read my mind!
His cock was doing everything it could to jump into my hand. I stroked his dick through its denim barrier and could only nod in affirmation.
“We’ll have to make this quick. We have about ten minutes to fuck and get to the club,” Brian said matter-of-factly.
He grew harder with each stroke of my hand. I knew how he loved the rough fabric of those jeans against his cock. His eyes were closed, lost in the moment and my touch. A low moan escaped his throat as he hiked up my dress, his nails lazily dragging against my skin.
I dutifully opened my legs for him. I felt my panties being pulled to the side and soon had two of his fingers inside of me.
“Fuck!” I said, probably a bit louder than I should.
“Hush,” Brian chastised me.“You don’t want an audience, do you?” he added with a wink. “Although judging by how wet you are, you may very well like that.”
“Uh-huh,” was all I could mutter.
“Turn around,” he promptly commanded.
As I faced the wall, I heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone. My body tensed in anticipation, wondering if anyone would catch us in such a compromising position.
“I love your ass,” he said softly in my ear as he hitched up my dress once again. Brian hooked his fingers around my panties, and pulled them down to my ankles.
I instinctively arched my back, giving him easier access. There was a pause before I felt his cock at my entrance. Pure primal lust erupted from my throat as he slid in. Inch by agonizing inch spread my pussy apart until all seven inches were snugly accommodated.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasped, trying but failing to keep my voice down.
“Shhhhh,” he retorted. “I’m not trying to get arrested tonight!”
“Well, in that case, stop fucking me,” I responded brazenly.
My cheekiness got my face pressed against the cold wall.
“You do not tell me what to do,” he said roughly. He punished me with a vicious thrust. “Do you understand?”
I could only whimper as I submitted myself to him. My body hungered for Brian. I wanted all of him.
He knew I wanted all of him.
He bent his legs, and I knew to brace myself for the imminent impact. I gasped as his legs exploded upwards and lifted me onto my tiptoes. All seven inches of him was in deeper than I’d ever experienced. My breath came out in shudders as I gripped the wall, struggling to find my balance. I could only moan his name as he claimed every inch of my body once again.
He reached around with his right hand and found my enlarged clit with ease. He gently started to rub my clit in an agonizing, slow motion. I tried to move my body, to build more friction against his two fingers. But he held me still — a firm clamp on my shoulder.
“This is payback for your teasing in the club.”
Damn! I knew that would come back to haunt me.
But he soon granted me what I wanted, what I needed.
My cheeks became flushed as he amped up his strokes and the pressure on my clit. His thrusts had a near mechanical rhythm as he glided in and out of me, his cockhead nearly leaving my body each time, but knowing just when to stop and claim me again.
“Rub my clit harder,” I panted, nearly reaching my edge. Brian complied, by now knowing just the trick to get me there. His grunts echoed in my ear as he concentrated on getting me off. My hands reached for his waist, pulling him wholly towards me as I started to cum. My cunt tightened around him as pleasure pulsated through my body, squeezing his cock over and over with every pulse.
I gave a deep exhale of satisfaction, and that was his cue. He slid out entirely, and, in a maddening burst, he bottomed out inside of me, his balls slapping against my puffy lips as he drilled into me over and over again. I was sure someone would hear the sound of his thighs slapping against my ass with each uncontrolled thrust.
Brian grabbed onto my waist; his fingers dug into my flesh. He was close. With a final breath-taking pump, he unleashed his warm creamy cum inside of me. His hands stayed glued to me until every drop of his load was released.
He kissed the back of my neck as he pulled out, his cum slowly dripping down my leg.
We cleaned up and gave each other one last kiss before heading to the next club.

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