The Stranger

On the corner of a cobblestone street, in the pool of light spilling from a wrought-iron streetlamp, the flickering flames make the light dance and play over your features.

In the distance the black clouds are beginning to gather, thicker and thicker.

All around, the people of the city are rendered into blurry, indistinct shapes by the thick fog.

Occasionally one of the shapes will coalesce into an individual or a couple. They walk past you, glancing furtively at you from the corner of their eyes. You can imagine what they think about this unaccompanied woman out after dark, her head uncovered and her hair teased by the evening’s faint breeze.

As you arch your back and roll your shoulders to relieve some of the tension, a decidedly feline gesture it seems to those who are watching, and in the city someone is always watching, another figure approaches you through the gloom.

As it gets closer the figure coalesces into that of a tall, broad man in an elegantly tailored coat and a richly-patterned weskit. Unlike the others, though, he doesn’t pass you by.

He stops in front of you and looks you up and down with dark eyes that, you suspect, are used to appraising people.

“See anything you like, my Lord?” you ask, looking up at him coquettishly.

He nods curtly once and, casting his gaze left and right, leans in close to you and says “Come with me.”

Then, without a backward glance, he strides off down the street and you follow him, admiring the confidence in his gait. He walks like a panther; like no matter who or what he encounters he will, at worst, overcome it. At best; savage it.

Without giving you any indication or word of instruction, he turns on a heel and stalks off down an alley. You follow behind him, beginning to feel a nervous thrill as you do.

The alley is neither well-lit nor really dark. The light from the street barely reaches here and most of the illumination comes from what spills out from the shuttered windows that look down on you.

On one side the back street opens out to a small courtyard, a low wall separates it from the rest of the alley.

The Stranger seems clothed in shadow as he walks around the wall and into the courtyard. You follow at his heel, with your eyes downcast but an illicit thrill pulsing through you.

Without warning The Stranger stops, he doesn’t move for a few seconds and then he slowly turns around, walks towards you, lifts his hands to cradle your face and leans in close. His lips are almost brushing yours as he softly whispers “Get on your knees, whore.”

“Yes, My Lord” is all you can say as you sink down before him, trying to contain and disguise how much you want this.

He unbuttons his trousers and pulls out his cock. It’s already starting to stiffen and you reach out for it.

Your hair is suddenly yanked back as the Stranger pulls your hair.

“Say please,” he says in a gravelly voice.

“Please” you say, meaning it completely.

“‘Please’ what?” he replies.

“Please, My Lord. May I suck your cock?”

For the first time, he smiles and then The Stranger slowly nods his head.

The storm breaks and a soft rain starts to fall, creating a misty haze over everything around you.

You lean your head forward and, finally, get to have his cock in your mouth. You hear a low moan from him as you begin to rock your head back and forth. You can feel his member growing stiffer in your mouth and soon it is rock hard. It gets you so turned on you start moaning and you can feel your pussy getting wet.

You begin to slide your hand up and down his shaft as you slowly lick the tip and look up at him. His eyes are hungry and his breath is coming in pants.

You begin to stroke him faster as you lean down to take his balls in your mouth, flicking your tongue across them in your mouth.

As you lick up the length of his shaft and take him in your mouth again you can just make out footsteps and voices; there are people coming down the alley.

You freeze in place with the Stranger’s cock in your mouth, his panting becomes a savage snarl.

“I didn’t fucking tell you to stop.”

His eyes, if not his voice tell you that he is not joking, his cock is still hard and you slowly, hesitantly and first, begin to pleasure him again. He begins to moan and pant again, though he is being a little quieter.

You have your back to the low wall so you can’t see the people passing through the alley. You wonder if they can see you…

Although his moans are still quiet, the Stranger’s hips are starting to rock back and forward. His hands reach into and entwine in your hair as he starts to fuck your mouth faster and faster.

His passion, the feel of him in your mouth, the idea you might get caught...it’s all too much. Your pussy is so wet, you have to touch yourself…

You lift one knee, then the other so you can hitch up your skirt. You slip one hand inside your panties and start to stroke your clit.

You’re so wet and ready and his cock forcing into your mouth turns you on so much; you’re getting closer…

All of a sudden the Stranger stops dead.

His hand reaches down and tilts your chin up.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No, My Lord,” you say, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

He stares at you, unblinking, for a few seconds…

“Get up” he says, quietly.

You get to your feet, still looking him in the eye.

“Turn around, and put your hands on the wall.”

As you turn away from him, before you can lean forward, The Stranger grabs your hip with one hand and pushes your shoulders forward with the other, forcing you to throw your hands out and grab the wall to keep yourself from falling over.

A small gasp escapes your lips as you feel the sensation of falling, before you’ve fully recovered you feel The Stranger’s hands slowly lift your skirt, exposing you for all the world to see.

Again you gasp as he tears down your panties and leaves them bunched around your ankles. His strong hands begin to caress your thighs and he tenderly runs his fingers over your legs and strokes between your legs, feeling how wet you are.

Then, suddenly, he spanks your bare ass.

The shock of the sensation sends a delicious thrill of pleasurable pain and adrenaline through you. It sounds very loud in the quiet alley and before the echo has faded he slides his cock inside you.

Your pussy is so wet he can slide in easily and his whole length fills you up.

Your first moan is almost a purr.

His hands grasp your hips as he begins to fuck you slowly and deeply. He draws his cock almost entirely out, pausing for just long enough that you are deperate to feel his cock inside you again, before he pulls your hips back to meet him as he thrusts himself all the way inside you.

It feels wonderful but it’s not enough. You need more, you need his cock harder and faster but you don’t dare ask, or even beg.

Then, just as you are about to burst with frustration, The Stranger starts to get faster. And harder.

It’s just what you need and the pleasure begins to build inside you, in sync with the rhythm of your fucking. Your moaning is getting louder now and you can hear The Stranger start to moan and gasp for breath.

His hands snake up your body and tear the front of your dress, exposing your breasts and still he continues to thrust his cock harder and faster.

His strong hands cup your tits and squeeze your nipples, making you cry out because it feels so…fucking…good.

You’re getting closer and closer and this man’s thrusts are a relentless tattoo now, pounding a second heartbeat made of pure sin through your mind.

His hand grabs your hair and pulls your head back and you look up. There are figures in the window above you, watching as the two of you abandon yourselves to passion and fuck like wild beasts in the rain.

It is so exciting to know that you’re being watched, by people jealous of the life you dare to live. It gives you another little thrill piled upon the waves of sensation as the two of you fuck.

The orgasm is building inside you and your legs begin to shake.

It’s now

You’re coming.

It feels like liquid fire running through your veins.

Your moans become screams as you lose yourself in the exquisite agony. The Stranger begins to fuck you even faster as your pussy grips tighter on his cock.

His moans are almost a whimper now and he pulls his cock out of you and grabs you and spins you round. Your legs are still weak and they buckle and you fall to your knees before him. He’s furiously stroking his cock and his intense eyes are locked on yours.

“Please, My Lord” you say. “Please come for me.”

The Strangers fast and rhythmic strokes become more staccato as he cries out and throws his head back. His hot, white orgasm comes pumping out over your face and into your open mouth. It feels warm on your rain-cooled skin.

The Stranger lets out a throaty sound half-way between a growl and a purr. He has a little smirk on his face now as he buttons up his trousers while you’re still kneeling before him.

His smirk takes on a condescending air as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a generous handful of folding money.

“Here you are” he says, as he throws the money in your face. “Now clean yourself up, whore.”

The Stranger stalks away into the rainy night, leaving you where you are, and never looking back.

You stand up and take a handkerchief out, doing your best to tidy yourself as you get up and walk away.

You don’t follow The Stranger, instead you head the other way, towards where you instructed your valet to wait with the carriage.

On the street you pass a blind man begging for alms. You slip The Stranger’s money into his hand as you walk on.

You don’t need it; you already got what you wanted.