She spotted him across the bar, the kind of guy who looked like he fucked like he fought: hard, mean, and without asking twice. Leather jacket, scarred knuckles, eyes that said he’d already decided how he wanted her. When he walked over and said, “You look like you need a cock that’ll wreck you,” she didn’t slap him. She finished her drink, stood up, and followed him out the back door.
The alley was dark and stank of piss and stale beer. He shoved her against the brick wall before the door even closed. “Hands on the wall. Ass out.” His voice was gravel and smoke. She obeyed, spreading her palms flat while he yanked her skirt up and her panties down in one rough pull. Cool night air hit her bare cunt. She was already soaked.
“Fuck, look at this dripping pussy,” he growled. Two thick fingers slammed into her without warning, knuckles-deep. She gasped, forehead pressed to the bricks. He finger-fucked her fast and brutal, thumb grinding her clit like he wanted to punish it. “You came out here to get used, didn’t you? Say it.”
“Yes,” she panted. “Use me.”
He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. Thick, veined, and merciless. He bottomed out on the first stroke, hips slapping her ass. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back; the other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. He fucked her like he hated her, pounding so deep her feet nearly left the ground with every slam. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed off the walls.
“Take it,” he snarled. “Fucking take that cock. You’re nothing but a hole right now.” He reached around and slapped her clit, sharp and stinging. She cried out, cunt clenching around him. He laughed, low and dirty. “Yeah, you like it rough.
Greedy little slut.”
He pulled out, spun her around, and shoved her to her knees on the filthy concrete. His cock, shiny with her juices, slapped her cheek. “Open.” She did. He fed it into her mouth and fucked her throat, both hands in her hair, using her like a toy. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept her hands behind her back like a good girl. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her lips to his shaft.
“Up. Turn around. Hands on the dumpster.” She bent over the metal lid. He kicked her legs wider, lined up, and drove back in. This angle was worse, deeper, the head of his cock battering her cervix with every thrust. He reached under and pinched her nipples through her shirt, twisting until she whimpered. Then his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough that the edges of her vision blurred.
“Gonna fill this cunt,” he grunted, pace turning frantic. “Gonna pump you full and watch it drip down your thighs while you walk back inside.” The thought made her clamp down hard. He felt it and laughed again. “Come on it. Come on this dick like the filthy bitch you are.”
She came with a choked scream, legs shaking, cunt pulsing around him. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, using her orgasm to slick his way even deeper. When she tried to pull away from the overwhelming sensation he slapped her ass, hard, the crack loud in the alley. “Stay the fuck there. I’m not done using you.”
He flipped her onto her back on the dumpster lid, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. The new angle made her see stars. He pounded her swollen pussy with short, vicious strokes, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. “Another one. Give it to me.” She came again, harder, squirting around his cock, soaking his balls and the front of his jeans. He groaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck yes. Soak me.” He pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back in from behind. This time he didn’t last. His rhythm stuttered, hips snapping forward in short, brutal jabs. “Take it. Take every fucking drop.” He buried himself to the root and came, thick pulses of cum flooding her. She felt each one, hot and heavy inside her.
He stayed there for a moment, breathing hard, cock twitching as he emptied. Then he pulled out slow, watching his load start to leak from her stretched hole. Two fingers scooped some up and pushed it back in. “Keep that in there. I want you walking around with my cum in you the rest of the night.”
She straightened on shaky legs, pulled her panties up over the mess, and smoothed her skirt. Her throat was raw, her cunt sore and throbbing, her knees scraped. He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and offered it to her. She took it.
“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.
She handed the cigarette back, already feeling his cum starting to soak through the thin cotton between her legs. “Bring a friend if you want. I can take more.”
He grinned, all teeth. “Dirty girl.” He smacked her ass once, hard, and walked back inside. She followed a minute later, the wet slide of his cum between her thighs with every step a filthy promise of what was coming next.
