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of his thoughts, without approval or disapproval, without lust or love, or affection in his eyes.   My bra and skirt remain and I choose the bra, letting the two orbs sway nakedly in the autumn air, the nipples tightening, a quivering sensation dropping low to my belly.  
           As I finally unzip my skirt and discard it to the pile of clothes at my feet, my utter nakedness alarms me.   So defenseless, I’ve given everything to the man with the cool navy eyes and the long ponytail.   He owns my next minutes.   I have no objections, no right to quarrel with him.   As he presses his hand to my pubis and feels between my legs, he knows I’m aroused.   I lean against his arm as he pumps his fingers into the liquid heat.   He takes my hands and holds them against my back so I can’t hang on to him for comfort.   It’s just his arm to balance against and the firm grip of his fist keeping me in place.
           Fucking me with three fingers inserted in my vagina, my breasts jiggle from the movement.   The heavy flesh bangs back and forth on either side of his arm.   I close my eyes and do nothing but feel what I feel.   I can believe that I’m in the privacy of my house or the seclusion of his apartment.   I can pretend there’s nothing to fear in exposure, that I can’t possibly be naked in an alley with a man using me for kicks.
           When he pulls me off of his arm, withdrawing his fingers from my cunt, he pushes me to the ground on my knees.   The hard asphalt and the surrounding brick remind me where I am.   Another shudder of fright wells within me, but that’s not the stranger’s concern.
           “Take my cock,” he says.
           I look up at his face, imploring him with mine.   But I yield, because that’s the only answer to this amazing moment.   I reach for the bulge of his blue jeans and draw the zipper down.   His cock is free at my mouth, and the remembrance of his unique aroma drifts into my nostrils.   I taste the hard flesh, the sinewy stalk he pushes between my lips.   He jams himself in hard while holding my hair.   I open wide, afraid I’ll choke, yet the whole thing slides easily into the surrendering me, joining me crudely to his most intimate home.   He fucks me soundly, though not like he would my cunt or ass.   Drawing away from my lips he expects my tongue to tease the head and that sensitive underside.   Then he has only one hand on my head to steady himself.   My hand takes the cock and jacks him off.   The more vigorously I rub, the more his moans speak of his mounting need.   I think he’ll cum on my face as he did before, the sour taste of cum to bathe my lips.   But withdrawing altogether, the stranger pulls me up on some aging metal box.   At thigh height, I’m readily accessible, free to open my legs so he can use my cunt to finish.   He’s swift, driving in.   The energy of his thrusting erection makes my hips squirm and my belly quake.   I tense as my muscles contract and my pussy squeezes his cock.   He demands his pleasure as much as I desire my own.   Almost within an instant, I go from servant to the served, rocking wildly against the metal beneath me while hanging on to him for satisfaction.  
           I cum.  
           Not in waves and currents, but with one thundering crash and then it’s over.   Utterly over, as he presses the last inch of himself within me and his climax rocks me hard.
           I don’t care much about being naked in the alley anymore.   I don’t know if we were seen by someone looking down this lonesome backdoor street, or if someone saw us from the window above. The alley is vacant now, except for the two of us taking up this one tiny corner. Although it doesn’t feel empty at all, more like a canyon brimming with untold stories of sexual pleasure.  
           A fly buzzes my face and the stranger brushes it away.   I think he’ll smile at me as he stares down