Willing Prey [MF]

I eyed him from the bar, doing the mental calculations of how many drinks it’d take me to gain the Dutch courage to approach him. He seemed broody, maybe even a little moody. And that made me think maybe he was a little on edge.

I sat there, one cocktail in, preferring to have a cock inside instead.

But I’d never been very forward, not in public at least. Sitting there, all by myself, made me feel a little more vulnerable. My dress felt too short, my panties were digging into me, my heels were drawing too much attention.

And yet, he sat there as though he’d not noticed me despite making eye contact when I went to order a second drink. I went back to my table to continue trying to will him to approach me, but he didn’t. He sat there, back turned to me, nursing his drink.

After downing my drink, the alcohol was beginning to break down my inhibitions. I started wondering how his suit jacket would crinkle with my hands digging into his back. He seemed like the type who’d just fuck me with his clothes on, the urgency overcoming him.

Or maybe that was the alcohol talking, because the next thing I knew, the alcohol had me talking to him.

I asked him what he was drinking, maybe I could get it for my next order. He laughed at me, saying tiny girls don’t drink what men like him drink.

I told him that he can’t tell tiny girls like me what to do.

He voiced out that he thinks he could. He said if he wanted, he’d have me against the bar, hand over my mouth, dress over my hips, cock to the hilt.

Rationality had gone out the window and my panties followed closely after. Of course I was drenched at the thought of him railing me right then and there. The logical move was to ask the stranger if he lived nearby.

He said he didn’t, but he stood up and pulled me out of the bar by my wrist. His rough hand held my wrist tight, as though he’d sunk his teeth into his prey, though I was very willing prey.

Business everywhere had been slow. I wasn’t sure if the goosebumps forming on my skin were from the cold night or the thought of being alone with a stranger in a deserted parking lot. The gravel underneath my heels made me even more anxious as he pulled me towards a lone car in the back of the parking lot.

I expected him to unlock the car. Naive of me.

Before I could even ask him where he was taking me, he pinned me down against the hood of the car. The cold metal against my cheek made me shiver even harder when I felt his tongue tracing along my neck.

His hand held my arms behind my back and I felt him shuffle before the silk of his tie wrapped around my wrists.

He didn’t bother pulling off my dress, but my panties were already around my thighs.

I realized then, that he was right. He could have me however he’d like.

My hands were tied behind my back and my legs were spread with my tiny panties straining around my thighs. I was a little whore.

But I was right too. There was a certain urgency to him.

Spit hit my pussy and he didn’t take his time with working it into me. Air left my lungs as he pushed all the way in.

The little squeal that left me was unfinished in the air as his hand came over my mouth to shut me up. He told me to be quiet or my whorish moans would echo throughout the parking lot.

His teeth sank into the side of my neck as he pounded into me. I wondered if he’d put on a condom, but I was sure I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me raw.

The thought of being used like that was driving me to push my hips back into his thrusts. The thought of having a stranger fuck me raw in a parking lot like I was a dirty little whore. The thought of having cum leaking out of my used pussy.

I willed him to fuck me harder. My hands were balling up into little fists behind my back as the pleasure overcame me and I creamed all over him.

Through my orgasm, he asked me if I realized how much of a whore I was for taking his cock raw like that.

Dirty little whores take what they’re given.

My eyes rolled back as he said that. I knew he was going to give it to me. And because I’m a dirty little whore…

I take what I’m given.

He shot his hot cum right into my pussy, pinning me down onto his car so I couldn’t squirm as he filled me up. I could feel every spurt of cum that he pushed inside me.

Surprisingly, he was nice enough to untie me. Though, it was only fair considering he’d ruined my panties and left a trail of pearly cream dripping down my leg.

Pouting, I turned to face him.

I told him he should’ve been rougher and he told me that there’s always next time.

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