We leave the hotel, and you shiver a bit as we exit the doors. It isn’t chilly enough for this to be from the temperature, so I assume it is the feel of the evening air on your unconstrained cunt lips.

We walk along the buildings of the city, my hand at the small of your back the whole time. I guide you through a busy area where the night life is just starting to pick up until we come upon an open area with several food trucks catering to various tastes and styles.

We each sample a handful of things and we make small talk, both of us distracted by memories of just an hour before. Both of us rush our eating, eager to return to the hotel and continue our carnal adventures.

We take a different route back, this one still busy but not quite as crowded. In the middle of one block, between two bars, I push on your back to guide you into an alley. It is darker here, with only a couple of lamps above service doors.

Once we’re several paces down the alley, I push you up against the brick wall. Immediately, I’m pressed against you preventing you not just from escaping, but moving much at all. In an echo of our time on the bed, I take both your wrists in one of my hands, and pin them behind you.

You look up at me, and I’m staring down at you and licking my lips. You gasp as you feel my hand grope your breasts. My fingers tweak your nipples, clearly showing through the dress even in the dim light.

I slide my hand down your side, past your hips, and to the hem of the dress. I pull the hem up until you are exposed to the world, and I attack you with my fingers. You’re already aroused and wet, and my thumb spreads your juices over your clit while I cup your lips. I rub you like this for some time, your hips humping against me as best they can with how trapped you are.

Each time I sense you closing in one a climax, I ease off. You mewl in frustration, your eyes begging mine to let you finish. That isn’t enough for me, though.

“Beg.”

Just that one word whispered into your ear at the same time I assail you again, letting the pleasure rise in you. You say nothing, and are suddenly very aware of the music coming from the bar at the end of the alley, and you glance over and see people walking along the sidewalk not too far away, unable to see us in the shadow I taken us into.

“Beg.” This time more insistent as I continue to manipulate your hot, wet hole.

“Please…” is what you can eek out, barely audible despite our closeness.

“I can’t hear you. You want to be a good girl, don’t you? So speak up.”

My fingers haven’t given up, and the combination of the words and sensations nearly get you there, but I cease again.

“Now beg like a good slut.”

“Please, sir. Please let me cum.”

With that response, I begin to rub you again.

“Louder.”

“Please, sir. I want to cum for you.”

Each word gets you closer and closer.

“Are you going to be a good slut for me?”

“Yes, sir.” Your hips are bucking wildly now.

“You want to be my good little slut, don’t you? You want me to use your body?”

“Yes…. Sir….”

Suddenly, Your arms are released and they wrap around me instantly as you hold on. I continue to flick your clit and rub your mound. You’re so close now, and each breath seems to bring a small yelp from you.

My hand leaves your cunt, and you open eyes you didn’t even realize had closed and look at me with a pained expression, wondering what you’ve done wrong. That lasts but moments as you feel my newly freed cock against you. I lift you but your buttocks, thrusting into you smoothly while pressing you against the rough brick.

Your climax slams into you as soon as I’m buried all the way inside. You actually scream in pleasure, informing the night sky of your ecstasy. Your legs wrap around my waist as I move in and out hard and fast - urgency driving me to fuck you harder and harder.

Your second orgasm hits you just as I ram into you and hold in place, grinding our bodies together and you can feel the pulsing and throbbing as I ejaculate deep inside.

We hold like that for what seems like hours, but I likely only moments. As our minds clear and the evening’s coolness invades our senses, we come apart. I lower you to the ground and you straighten your dress while I put myself back in my trousers. Both of us look around, suddenly aware of our exposed position.

I take your hand and lead you back to the street, and we continue our walk back to the hotel, this time with our arms wrapped around each other. Each step you take, you feel more and more of my semen leaking out and down your leg, the hotness contrasting with the cool breeze. You smile up at me as you relish the sensation.