Of course, the voice in my head went off like a siren again.
Okay, so now you're a hooker waiting for a john. That's what you look like, and you have no way of escaping now. How are you going to run away in those stilettos? Damn girl, try to think ahead for once.
My face flushed as I looked down at myself. True, the shoes were ridiculous but they made my legs look really long and sexy, and I'd never worn them out before, admiring them in the privacy of my apartment. And yeah, I probably did look like a hooker, lurking about near the bushes in this tiny get-up, waiting for a man to come by. I swallowed heavily, heart fluttering. Oh god, had I made the wrong choice? Was this all doomed to end badly, with my body in a ditch, throat and wrists slashed?
But there was no more time to think, or to develop regrets. Because suddenly, he was here. A dark, hulking form swung me around so that I faced away, hands clutching at the trellis.
"Hey baby girl," that deep voice murmured in my ear. "Looking to party tonight?"
And the feel of that massive, warm body behind me, his breath hot on my neck immediately made my knees go weak. Oh god, my cunt pulsed, sizzling a bit just from his nearness and I suddenly became a woman of the night, and not some eighteen year old innocent.
"Hi big boy," I purred throatily, arching my back sensuously with welcome. "I am looking for some fun. You got something?"
Because the minute I'd moved against him, I'd felt it. Oh yeah, that monster cock was hard as fuck again, like an iron rod ready to do damage, and my butt had grazed against it. I'd wiggled and the hard rod had been there, like a stiff, silent sentinel. Under my breath, I moaned throatily, eyes falling shut as he bit lightly at my neck.
"Mmm," I murmured sensuously, throwing my brown curls back. But suddenly common sense took over.
"Not too hard!" I squealed. "I don't want the people at school to see!"
Because a hickey or two was gonna get some nosy questions, and how could I explain it? I didn't go out on a date, not exactly. I met up with this guy, whose name is Donovan (I think), and he bit me hard there and there, but I don't know his name. It was an impossible tale to spin, so self-preservation took over and I squealed again, ducking my head.
"Donovan, just touch me where it counts, okay?" I panted, boobs heaving up and down. "Where no one sees, you know what I mean."
The big man chuckled deep in back of me.
"Of course princess, I'm more than happy to stroke that wet twat again. But what have we here?" he murmured throatily, even as that five o'clock shadow grazed my neck, making me squirm deliciously. "What have we here?"
Because his hands were roaming all over my curves, squeezing my big Double Ds, caressing my rump and running over my poochy stomach.
"Um, I know it's not what I usually wear," I panted breathily, eyes still shut. Oh god, I wanted to see his face so badly, I wanted to see my gorgeous alpha, but that was against the rules. So I continued to face away, every nerve attuned to the touch of his fingertips, sweet spots juicing hotly. God, he probably thought I was such a tramp, dressed like this. But you know what? Around Donovan, I was a tramp, one hundred percent. So rolling my hips, I went for it.
"You like it Daddy?" I panted breathlessly, bumping my butt against that hardness, teasing him. "You like?"
"Mmm, baby, I like," he growled into the back of my neck. "Daddy likes it very much."
Because Donovan's fingers were all over my tits now, he'd reached right into my top and popped them out, the Double Ds hanging full and luscious under the moonlight, white skin ghostly, the nips so dark.
"Oh yeah, I like my girls slutty," the big man ground into my back. "I like ‘em slutty and hot."
Because he was rolling his fingers all over my nipples, squeezing and pinching and I let out a choked gasp, unable to keep my arousal in check. Oh god, it felt so good, electric bolts of lightning running straight from nips to pussy and I mewled helplessly, inviting him with every small gesture, every wiggle of my hips.
"Please Daddy," I whispered breathily. "Unnnh."
And Donovan was just as assertive with my tiny skirt. In a second, it was bunched up around my waist, thick thighs jiggling, butt bouncing heavily against him. I mewled again, desperate to feel him, desperate to have him in me every which way.
"Unnh," I moaned once more. "Daddy please."
This time, Donovan didn't hesitate. He chuckled low in my ear before trailing one big hand down from my breast, over my stomach to caress lightly at my belly button.
"Mmm, baby," he ground out lasciviously. "I can smell you from here."
Because it was true. What had previously been a cool night, chilly even, had turned hot. Suddenly it was sweltering, I was a female in heat, pussy aroma wafting in the air, blending with the delicate scent of the roses.
"Yes," I panted, widening my thighs automatically. "Yes, yes."
And with a low growl, the big man did it. Slowly, he slipped his hand down to my g-string, sliding his hand in before lightly skating against my nub. But I was so turned on, so aroused by his presence that I shuddered heavily even though it was nothing more than a butterfly touch against my sensitive spot.
"Yes, there!" I panted desperately, wiggling my hips against him. "There, there!" Embarrassingly, my cunt juiced wetly, filling that big palm with female ambrosia, drenching him in my scent once more.
A low chuckle merely sounded behind me again.
"That's baby girl's weakness, isn't it?" he growled, a little unsteady. "That pretty twat likes it when Daddy touches it, huh?"
And I could only mewl in reply, boobies heaving, pussy gushing wetly. But even if I couldn't talk, couldn't make any words with my lips, I could show him. So bending over, I did what I've only seen in porn before. I hitched my skirt up high around my back and reached behind me to seize my g-string, pulling it to the side so that my whole snatch was revealed, the lips puffy and pulsing, dying for his kiss.
"Please Daddy," I begged. "Please kiss me there."
And Donovan's a good man, I've always known that he is. Because immediately, the big alpha sank to his knees behind me, breath hot on my steaming folds.
"I don't usually do this," he ground out. "It's only supposed to be a finger fuck … "
But it was too late because with a bump of my hips, I pushed my pussy right onto his tongue. That's right, I wanted him to kiss me there, I wanted to feel a man's lips on my secret space and Donovan was my answer. My anonymous lover was the one who could take me to heaven, the one who could lead me down this path of dirty, wicked ways with no regrets. So with a mewl and a slight wiggle, I pushed my cunt onto his tongue, that warm wetness slick on my secret space.
But I was the one who was done for because oh god, I never imagined it would feel like this. The big man grunted in back of me, grabbing my ass cheeks although he didn't lift his head.
"Oh yeah?" he ground out. "This what you want princess?"
And he gave me the longest, most thorough lick ever then, going all the way from my clit up to my dark star. I shuddered wetly, folds pulsing as he sampled the lush wetness.
"Oooh!" I cried out, lustily, grabbing onto the trellis for dear life. "Oooh, Daddy!"
The big man chuckled nastily.
"That's right baby girl, this is what you asked for. And Daddy's gonna make it fucking amazing for you," he rumbled. Because Donovan went to town on my vagina then. It was unreal, I've fantasized about men licking me, kissing my sweet spot until I shivered and shattered, but I never dreamed that it would be like this. Donovan nudged my thighs apart so that he could get an unobstructed angle and slid a big hand up to my pussy lips before spreading them, pulling them wide.
"Fuck yeah," was all he said, taking in the pulsing pink folds, my insides glistening and wet. "Fuck yeah."
Because the alpha didn't just nip my labia a bit, nibbling on my clit. My lover is thorough and he wanted to taste my insides, he wanted to sample everything I have to give. So pulling my pussy lips apart, he breathed hotly on the wet flesh before running his tongue up the inside of one side, stopping to lap at my clit a bit, before licking down the inside of the other, giving me a good once over.
"Ohhhh!" I moaned, doubled over now, cunt quivering, juice streaming down my thighs. "Oohhh!"
But Donovan wasn't done yet. Shifting on his knees, he angled his head so that it was just above my butt and made it into a point.
"Baby, you didn't think I was going to do this, did you?" he rumbled before spearing into my anus, tasting that dark, musty hole. "Didn't think that Daddy would eat you here too, did you?"