You wake up in a hidden corner of the street with a dick several times your size in front of you.“Little baby, wake up. Come and suck my dick with your mouth. “
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"Oh god... that thing..." you breathe out shakily as the sight of her huge dick makes your mouth water. "I'll do my best..." you say as you tentatively take it into your hands, feeling it pulse eagerly in your grip. With trembling lips, you start to lower yourself onto her lap, taking a generous portion of that giant cock between your lips and into your mouth.
You start to work on her cock, sucking and licking with all the skill you can muster despite your inexperience. She lets out a low moan, her hips shifting encouragingly against your face as you begin to get into a rhythm. Your fingers massage her balls as she continues to groan, obviously enjoying the attention you're giving her.
As you continue to please her with your mouth and touch, she begins to thrust up into your face harder, grinding herself against you roughly. The feel of her heated skin on your cheeks, combined with the taste of her cock in your mouth, sends shivers down your spine. It's exhilarating...and intensely arousing. You can feel yourself getting hard between your legs as well.
Her hips begin to move faster and harder, fucking your mouth with abandon as she moans louder. You can feel her grip on your hair tighten, guiding your movements as she thrusts up deeper into your throat. You choke a little but manage to keep going, drawing out a rough, growling sound from her as she comes, spurting hot cum down your throat.
As she comes down from her orgasm and pulls her dick out of your mouth, you finally get a moment to catch your breath, feeling both satisfied and drained at the same time. Looking up at her, you're met with a look that tells you she's impressed...and eager for more. You can't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with desire as you smile back at her.
Her grin turns predatory as she leans down and whispers into your ear, "Good boy. Now it's my turn to play with you." She pushes you flat onto the ground roughly, straddling your hips as she slides her cock between your legs and begins thrusting hard, forcing her way inside of you. The pain is intense but quickly gives way to pleasure as she starts to move faster and faster, her body slamming into yours with every stroke.
You moan and squirm beneath her as she takes you roughly, the sensation overwhelming but exhilarating. Your own cock throbs in time with her movements, your pleasure mirroring hers as she fucks you harder and deeper. The sounds of their bodies colliding echo through the dark alleyway, filling the air with desire and need. You reach up to grab her hips, holding on tightly as she brings you ever closer to release.
Her own pleasure is reflected in her harsh moans and grunts as she slams into you with increasing ferocity, oblivious to everything but the feel of your body beneath hers. Her other hand flies to her exposed chest, flicking a small switch on the leather strap around her neck; suddenly, dozens of barbed spikes emerge from her chest as she begins to pant heavily through gritted teeth, eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
The added pain sends your senses reeling, heightening the pleasure coursing through your body and mind like a tidal wave about to crash. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to release, teeth clenched as your entire being tenses in anticipation of orgasm...
Your body arches off the ground as you reach your climax, hot seed shooting out of you and coating her fingers. She growls in pleasure as she feels you tighten around her cock, shuddering violently as she comes at the same moment, spurting her own release deep inside of you. She falls forward onto your chest, panting heavily.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch her breath on your chest, the weight of her body pressing you down into the grimy ground. "That... was incredible..." she whispers hoarsely, laughing a little darkly before looking up at you with an unreadable expression.
You can feel the dull ache in your muscles beginning to spread through your limbs as exhaustion starts to overtake the last vestiges of pleasure from your body. "Now..." she says slowly, moving off of you and leaning back against the brick wall, one leg bent up beneath her. "...it's my turn to get some rest." Her eyes sweep over you, evaluating the damage before adding casually, "Don't go anywhere."
Shaking your head slightly, you look at her, wondering what she'll do next and if you can trust this person who has just taken advantage of you like that. But then again...it felt so good. You lay back down in the shadows, hoping to catch some sleep as well, but with one eye open, watching her curiously out of the corner of it.
The futa watches you from under her lowered lashes, the light glinting off of her piercings as she idly traces shapes on the ground with one finger. There's a calculating gleam in her eye, like she's weighing up every move that you make, judging your worth. You feel exposed beneath her gaze, naked and vulnerable even though only your skin has truly been bared tonight.
Suddenly, the muscles in her chest twitch as she lets out a slow breath, seemingly coming to some sort of decision. Her free hand reaches up to undo another clasp on her choker, revealing a second barbell piercing, this one through her lip. She grins wickedly at you before using the ornament to flick it back and forth between her lips in a teasing gesture that leaves you feeling more aroused than ever before.
Your body responds involuntarily to her taunting gesture, twitching beneath the thin layer of fabric that covers it. You can feel yourself growing hard once again despite your exhaustion and the overwhelming feelings of vulnerability she seems to evoke in you. A part of you wants nothing more than to please her, to do whatever she asks...but another part is cautious, wary of this stranger and her motives.
The futa's grin widens as she sees the effect her simple gesture has on you. She takes advantage of your reaction by leaning forward slightly, thrusting her breast out toward you so that it nearly brushes against your cheek. Her nipple is hard and erect, a contrast to the softness of her skin that's almost painfully arousing.
Her other hand trails down between your legs, roughly cupping your sex through your pants before sliding lower to tease at your entrance, spreading your wetness on her fingertips. "Do you want more?" she asks with a voice that's both honeyed and rough, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she watches your face carefully for any sign of what you might do next.
As she teases you like this, all rational thought flees from your mind. You nod desperately, eyes locked on her breast, nipple piercing flashing in the dim light as it sways back and forth with each shallow breath. "Yes...please..." you manage to whisper hoarsely.
Amused by your desperation, the futa begins to tease you even more. She runs a thumb along your slit, rubbing circles around your sensitive entrance before slowly pressing it against your clit, making gentle back-and-forth motions that send shivers through your entire body. Her free hand reaches up to cup one of her heavy breasts, rolling the hard nipple between her fingers as she continues to watch you squirm beneath her touch. "Are you going to beg for it?" she purrs, sounding almost lazy now as she savors the power she has over you.
Her thumb presses harder against your clit, thrusting in and out faster with every word she says. Your body tenses and arches off the ground, unable to contain the wave of pleasure building up inside of you. "Please...," you gasp as your hips jerk roughly toward her hand, desperate for release.
She laughs softly, a husky sound that sends a shiver down your spine. Her other breast presses against your cheek as she leans in closer, whispering hotly into your ear: "You're such a dirty boy... I think it's time you learnt some manners." With one last firm thrust of her thumb, she brings you to the brink of orgasm, holding back just enough so that the anticipation of release is almost more intense than the act itself. "Now," she murmurs darkly, pulling away from your body and standing up straight once again. "Say 'please may I cum'."
Shaking with need, you gasp her name and whisper desperately, "Please... may I cum?"
Her smile sharpens, predatory and satisfied, as she watches your desperation play out on your face. "Of course," she murmurs, stepping closer to you once again. She kneels beside you, pressing her hips against yours in a teasing gesture that leaves little room for denial of what she intends to do next. Her thumb resumes its relentless thrusting against your clit, faster and harder as her other hand reaches between your legs to cup and squeeze your sex through your pants.
"Good boy," she breathes, tilting her head to the side slightly as she watches you writhe beneath her touch. "You can come for me..." Her free hand finds purchase on the ground beside your head, steadying herself as she leans in even closer, mouth hovering mere inches from your ear. "As long as you promise... to be my good little pet."
You moan her name as pleasure overwhelms you, your body arching off the ground in response to her touch. "I'll be your pet... please let me cum," you manage to choke out between desperate pants for air.
Her laughter is low and satisfied as she feels the tightening in your body, the impending orgasm that's about to tear through you like a claws of lightning striking at flesh. She increases the pressure on your clit, her thumb sliding effortlessly over the sensitive nub with each passing moment. "Good boy," she whispers again, leaning in even closer now so that their breath mingles, warm and heavy on your cheek.
As you come, shuddering violently beneath her touch, she leans back, watching as pleasure washes over your features like a wave crashing onto shore. Her lips part slightly, showing off the barbell piercing in her bottom lip before curving into a pleased smirk at the way you're moaning and twitching under her ministrations.
With a final gentle squeeze, she draws back her hand and settles it once more on the ground beside your head. The air in the alleyway seems to thicken for a moment as she studies your flushed features, her dark eyes unreadable. "Now," she says slowly, her voice taking on a commanding edge that sends shivers down your spine. "You're going to sleep."
Her fingers dance across your cheek, tracing light patterns before flicking back and forth over your lips, pulling you gently toward her. It's an irresistible gesture, and even as part of you wants to protest, the rest of you can only obey. Your lips part under the pressure of her touch, allowing her pierced index finger to slide easily between your teeth.
She hums in satisfaction as she feels the warmth of your breath against her skin, her thumb still pressed to your tongue. "That's a good boy," she croons, tilting her head to one side so
You moan around her finger, feeling oddly aroused by the weight of her hand on your head as she holds you in place. Her thumb slides slowly over your tongue and lips, wetting them with your own essence while her other hand cups your cheek. You can feel yourself growing hard again despite the exhaustion that drags at you like an anchor.
Her thumb continues to tease and torment you, sliding over your tongue with purpose before swirling around the sensitive flesh at the back of your mouth, eliciting moans of pleasure that seem to fill the space between them. Her free hand gently massages your cheek, the pad of her index finger skimming over your lips in a hypnotic motion that makes you arch into her touch unconsciously.
As if sensing your rising arousal, she leans forward slightly, bringing their faces dangerously close together before sliding her wet thumb out from between your lips and up across your chin to circle around her own nipple piercing. "Do you want more?" she whispers huskily into your ear, using the barbell as a handle to twist and pull gently on her hardened nipple.
Your body tenses in response to her touch, desire raging through you like wildfire as you can feel yourself growing even harder beneath her hand. The temptation to touch her, taste her, claim her is overwhelming. But then she arches back away from you again, lips parted in a hungry pant that sends shivers down your spine...