Alleyman picks the pussy

He shoves you on your back and drags a piece of discarded cardboard over for his own knees. The jerk! He's at least wearing pants, which is more protection than your gravel-specked knees had! He smirks at the fierceness of your glare but mistakes its source. "What, you thought I was done? Not even close!"

He shoves your legs open, the miniskirt hiking up naturally, and bends close to sniff at the damp spot on your panties. He grins up at you cruelly as he rubs a calloused thumb over the dampness. "You liked that, didn't you, fucktoy? Are you one of those women who understands they're nothing but cumdumps for men?" He jabs his thumb into you, stretching the fabric of your panties, and you suddenly feel back in your body, aroused beyond imagination just like you were when you were writing up your Rules. You bite back a noise as he plunges his thumb in a couple more times. "Yes," he mutters,"I'll bet you're a fine fuck for sure. Your cunt's begging for cock."

The flash of his knife makes you freeze, and he gives you a friendly smile. "Relax, you're behaving very well," he compliments, and he pulls your panties taut. "Just need to get rid of this little obstacle." He saws away at the fabric, and you feel the cooling evening breeze brush past your glistening netherlips. Your legs clamp shut around his body involuntarily, but this seems to please him. "That's right, your body knows best," he coaxes as he begins to slide fingers in and out of your pussy, rubbing and teasing your clit. The knife drops by his side, and he watches you with a face that tells you that this is a test, that you'd better pass or else.

You don't really know what to do with your arms. For some reason, in all your fantasies you've been restrained - what are you supposed to do with your arms if you're not trying to escape? You settle for almost crossing them - grabbing your left wrist with your right hand to try to reassure yourself. That surge of arousal has dampened a bit because of how awkward you feel. You're about to be **** on the ground of an alleyway, by a **** who isn't as physical with you as you'd fantasized about.

"Fuck, your pussy really is nice and wet. Were you thinking nice thoughts before we met?" he muses.

You're not going to answer; the truth is incriminating.

He hooks his arms under your knees and suddenly his cock is sliding into your slick folds.

It's...weirdly pleasant, but a far cry from what you'd been anticipating.

As though reading your thoughts on your face, he gives you a savage grin, drops your legs to either side, and pins your wrists to either side of your head as he begins a brutal, syncopated rhythm with his hips.

You can't help the slight gasp of pleasure that escapes your lips, and you clamp your mouth shut. He laughs in your ear. "Don't be shy, cunt," he croons. "I knew you were a cocksleeve at heart."

You still at his words.