Going the extra mile.

You take one more look at Petey. It’s just for the money you tell yourself. “Let’s get this over with then. 10,000PD and we have a deal.” He steps forward reaching out and grabbing at your breasts.

“Oh my, so dis is what I’m payin’ for then,” he laughs pinching your new nipple piercings through your top. “Gotta get a betta look at ‘em.” He pulls your shirts off over your head tossing them aside before fumbling with your bra clasp. His shaking drunken hands unable to open the clasp. You reach behind you deftly freeing your newly pierced breasts. “Hot damn.” He leans over taking a nipple into his mouth. He stumbles falling into you, you’re **** backwards your bare back hitting the brick wall of the alley.

The roughness of the bricks scrape against your back. The new piercings seem to have increased your sensitivity in your nipples as Petey sucks on them. You feel his hands reaching under your skirt taking hold of your panties. He pulls them down as far as he can without leaving your tit. His hand rubs against your exposed slit. “Mmmm,” you moan causing Petey to stop sucking on your nipple.

“Looks like some’n’ likes the attention.” You can smell the overpowering scent of **** on his breath. He drops his pants and you reposition your legs letting your panties drop too. You mentally repeat 10,000PD to yourself. Petey takes the other nipple into his mouth while stroking his penis. He reaches a hand behind you cupping your ass pulling your leg up. His now erect cock presses against your pussy.

In one single thrust he buries his entire member inside of you. You gasp at the sudden fullness. With each thrust you’re rubbed against the rough brick wall. The pain mixing with the pleasure. He grabs your other leg pulling it up. You’re now supported only by the wall behind you and Petey’s hands under your thighs. Your hand starts to run through his hair, but you stop after feeling the grime and grease coating his hair.

You let out a yelp when you feel the world shift. Petey continuing to thrust, but the wall leaves your back. You look around, you’re falling. The drunk bastard pumping into you has lost his balance and is taking you with him. He lands with back in a large pile of garbage, you feel something wet and mushy under your knees. Stopping his constant suction on your nipples, “If ya wanted ta be on top, ya coulda just said so.” He laughs taking your nipple back into his mouth.

Your face is hanging over a pile of smelly garbage, you can smell something rotting in the bag by your head. You start to bounce and grind on Petey’s cock. His hands explore your body, tweaking your free nipple and caressing your ass. The growing sensation in your body brings you to an orgasm. You buck back pulling your nipple from Petey’s mouth in a loud pop. Your core spasms as your hands push against Petey’s chest. “My turn,” Petey says before you’re even fully recovered.

He rolls over forcing your back into the garbage. The cold plastic of the black bags soothe the scrapes from the brick wall. Petey starts frantically thrusting into you. With him face to face you can smell his booze breath along side the garbage. His shirt rubbing against your sensitive nipples as your bodies press together. He moves to your neck kissing you from the base up to your face. He licks your face before moving to your lips. You mean to purse your lips to stop his advances, but a sudden surge of pleasure courses through your body causing you to gasp. The timing lines up and Petey’s tongue finds its way into your mouth. He tastes of whiskey, but it’s short lived as he pulls away.

He pushes himself up and pulls his member from your pussy. The first spurt of his orgasm shoots across your mound. He scrambles up your body letting a few spurts paint your breasts. A final spurt flies to your face landing across your cheek. Petey stands wobbling a little. He pulls up his pants before saying, “Yer a great fuck, doll.” He takes the money out of his pocket throwing it onto your cum covered breasts. He then makes his way out of the alley letting out a few cheers and laughs.

You sit up picking a few strands of loose garbage from your hair. Ugh, paper money is such a hassle. You’ll have to stop by a bank in the morning to deposit it. You pick up the money watching the strands of cum connecting it to you break. You notice something off about the money. It appears to be an assortment of torn paper menus. Son of a bitch. Petey had cheated you out of 10,000PD. You go to toss the “money” away before realizing that it is the cleanest thing besides your clothes in the alley. So you use the worthless payment to clean yourself as best as you can.

You stand up looking for your discarded clothes. Luckily none of them had landed in anything too disgusting. You slip on your clothes and look around the alley. You could chase after Petey who had left towards the street at the front of the tattoo parlor. Or you could just forget it and continue through the alley towards the bar where Daisy and the Sirens are waiting for you.