Like most nights you watch me, the man I'm about to fuck is new. I've never met him before, but that's why I like it. We're two strangers who know we can give what the other needs; he needs a warm cunt to cum into and I need a cock to bruise my insides.
As I pull on his hand to guide him to the bar exit, we don't talk. We don't need words right now, we both know what's about to happen. His hand is warm around mine and I like the roughness of his callouses against my smooth palms. They're big, but purposeful, almost graceful in their size; they'll know exactly where to go. His fingers are thick and long, with a heavy, engraved silver ring on the middle digit. I wonder how it would feel inside me, how the brief coolness of the metal would feel along the warm walls of my pussy.
Before you started following me, you asked me what my type was, hoping that I'd describe you. I answered honestly, replying that I didn't have one. Then, after the first few times you watched, you assumed it was older men, like the one tonight. Older men are my type, but it's not just them. My type is someone who can sate the emptiness I feel deep in my cunt, the one who fucks me like they're claiming me, like we're two animals that couldn't stop if they wanted to. I need to be marked and I want to be left aching -- that's how I know I'm truly satisfied.
Watching me get fucked was a shock for you. You had never seen me so needy, so cock-hungry to my very core. This part of me has always been there, has always simmered below the surface, only coming out for the right people, and you were never able to provoke it. I'm sorry we couldn't be anything, but when you see me, week after week, with my mouth open, crying out as a thick cock stretches me open, do you think you could give that to me? When every part of my body but my hips become limp like a rag-doll, do you think you could give me that?
You couldn't, I'm sorry. Fucking feels good for you, sure, but this? You haven't felt this.
I want you to watch closely. Watch as I'm hauled up, look at how he pins my hips against the brick wall. Do you see how he works - how he takes - how he exposes my wet pussy to the cool air before he unzips his jeans? Watch how his steady hands put me where he wants, how before he presses in, he spreads my thighs until they physically can't stretch any farther.
If you haven't been looking at him, if you've only been watching my face screw up in desperation every second I wait for his cock, I need you to watch him now. Only him. Watch how he eases into me -- it'll be the only time he'll be gentle all night. Watch as he allows me to wriggle around and hump forward in tiny increments so I can adapt to his size. I know that once he fucks in a second time, he won't be stopping. There will be no hesitance or tenderness, it will just be him pumping into me, using my cunt as his toy.
And I was right. The second time he fucks into me, he doesn't stop. My legs become rigid with how tightly they're wrapped around his waist. He pins my back harder into the wall and rips down the sleeves of my dress so my nipples pebble in the cool air. I don't even care that the ferocity and force of his hips ground my bare back against the rough brick. It feels too good to be filled, too satisfying to finally have his cock inside of me, and the slight ache of the scratches on my back will be a good reminder for the rest of the week.
From watching me fuck several men, you know that I like to talk. It's only for the first few minutes - eventually I get too fucked out to say anything more than disjointed sentences, but I like to tell them what I want and how badly I need them. This always makes them fuck me harder, makes them fuck me how I need it. I need the hard, solid thrusts, the bursts of aggression, the sharp pressure on my clit, and the deep, unparalleled feeling of being stretched around a thick cock.
This one doesn't talk that much, so I follow his lead. I don't mind -- the silence allows me to listen our different sounds. He grunts and breathes heavily. I let out sharp breaths and sighs that sound like soft wails. Then, there's my favorite sound; him rutting into me. The sound of my needy pussy finally getting the attention it needs, the sound of it being so welcoming, so eager to be fucked.
Like the other nights, I forget you're even here. I can't focus on anything but the way I'm being stretched. There are voices on the other side of the building, cars driving by and beeping their horns at pedestrians, and there's you - just watching. But I don't care if someone else sees us, neither of us do. This isn't just a fuck out of desire, it's out of necessity.
For tonight, I'm his. For tonight, he owns my cunt, and he knows it. It's possession in his eyes as he slows down and creates space between us so he can watch me take him. He dips in and out leisurely, and when I try to move my hips increase the pace, he holds me in place. My hips struggle against his grasp, and I almost expect him to reprimand me, but it's like he doesn't even notice. His gaze is stuck on the way my lips cling onto him, the way my cunt attempts to suck him back in every time he pulls out.
Eventually, I stop trying, and let him do what he wants. This isn't him being gentle, it's ownership. Once again, he owns my cunt tonight - the slick sound of my pussy only emphasizes that - and he's merely reminding me.
Eyes still trained on where we meet, he asks if I want his cum. I perk up, nodding quickly, and I begin to grind against him. This time he lets my hips work as he stays still.
"Fuck me," I demand, reaching the point where I just need him to make me take it, but he doesn't move. Finally, I stop.
"Please,' I plead softly, tightening my muscles around his cock.
Maybe it's because I sound broken, with my voice breaking at the end, but he finally starts back up. His thrusts are slow at first, but turn sharp once he's almost in. Each jolt forces a sound out of me; a whimper and shaky breath combined. I let his hips come to mine, and I bask in the way he has me rocking pliantly with him.
But it's when he holds me tightly against the wall, making it impossible for me to move, that I truly lose myself in it. I wrap my arms around his neck, rest my chin on his shoulder, and I let myself fall deeply into the heavy relief of it. He's right where I need him, my nails dig into his skin every time he fucks in, and it only takes a few more thrusts for me to cum.
