Corrie

[SlantX]

First attempt at a story

He watched her from across the crouded dance floor. His gaze on her soft french tipped fingers as she lifted her drink to her lips. This was the fourth one since he'd been counting. She was a whore, a nasty horny slut desperate to get her lil cooter it's next fix. It was clear for anyone to see. All the way down from her open toed black leather heels to her innocent button nose. This girl needed it bad tonite.
He drifted through the people behind her as she was swept up onto the dance floor by her girlfriend. Her athletic legs and thick apple ass kept his cock at rigid attention.
Corrie was heated... She had been all nite, all day in fact. Her recent e-mails with an anonymous stranger had kept her mind in a state of onry lust. Secretely she envisioned what it must feel like to be taken without consent. To have her body penetrated against her will in some dark alley, and worse yet the idea that she would enjoy it. No, she would love it.
She was brought back to the present by a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Care to dance?" The man asked with a smile.
"Sure," she said as she turned to face him.
Even in the dark club and through his fitted collared shirt Corrie could notice he was fit. Her hands into his sinewy grip as she was led deeper into the dance floor. He was Asian, maybe 5"11 and had a deep voice that seemed to command obedience.
As the music heated and the croud compacted, Corrie could feel her inhibitions let go. Strong hands flowed across her curves resting on her thighs. She winced with excitement as she wondered who was watching as his fingers delicately kissed her inner most lips.
How far was she going to let this go she thought, as a nearby group of girls gasped at this lewd display. Despite herself, her pussy was literally gushing with anticipation of what would happen next. Her dress became unclasped as her left nipple hit the cold exposed air. People began to circle as the scene unfolded in front of them.
"We should find somewhere more private," she was told as the pair slipped through the club. Corrie, desperately tried to gather herself together as people gawked at her nudity. Juices literally flowed down her thighs and her mind was drunk with lust.
Outside the night washed over them like an ocean tide. As she gathered her senses she realized they were in the alley behind the club. A drunk bum smelling of whiskey and vomit whistled idly at the pair. "Shut the fuck up, and I might let you watch." The man retorted.
"Get over against trashcan slut, and kick your leg up so I can see what I'm working with." He said. The friendly smile from before was no longer on his face and Corrie felt nervous and unprepared. "Wait a minute not here," she said, "do you have protection?" She was answered as her body was thrown against the empty dumpster behind her. In seconds the man's pants were around here ankles and his hard cock was pressed against her opening.
"No please," she said meekly, "not like this."
"We'll do this however I fucking please." He said as he drove up inside her well lubricated cunt.
Instantly Corrie forgot about all concern of her situation. Her entire focus was on the burning inside her cunt the radiated down between her toes. She whimpered as she was repeatidly slammed against the dumpster with the force of his humps.
"Oh no oh no oh no," she cried out as her body betrayed her. She could feel the burning building up between her legs as her body tensed and she stopped breathing. Her entire world was lost in the orgasm that wracked every inch of her flesh. Her ears were ringing as she recomposed herself and leaned up. The stranger was already zipping his pants back up as he walked off into the distance.
Corrie slide her panties up from around her ankles, even as the cum dripped down her thighs. Dazidly she stumbled back towards the club, past the bum that was now openly masturbating at the scene. As she opened the door, she heard a loud distant call out over her shoulder, "Thanks for the dance!"