**Forced Near a Guinness Bar**

I never expected my night to end like this. I’d just walked out of that dingy Guinness bar, the smell of spilled beer and sweat clinging to my skin, when I saw her. She was tall, pale as moonlight, with dark red lips and a tight black dress that hugged her hips like it was painted on. She was leaning against the brick wall near the alley, one heel kicked up behind her, cigarette smoke curling around her fingers. Our eyes locked, and something in her stare made my dick twitch.

I wasn’t even supposed to be here—just killing time before my train. But the way she looked at me, half-lidded and hungry, made my throat go dry. I took a step closer, and before I could say shit, she grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the alley.

“You’re coming with me,” she said, her voice low, like she wasn’t asking.

I should’ve pulled away. But the second her fingers dug into my skin, I was hard as fuck. She shoved me against the wall, her hands sliding down my chest to my belt, yanking it open before I could even blink.

“Fuck—wait—” I groaned, but she wasn’t listening. Her fingers popped the button of my jeans, dragged the zipper down, and then she had her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me slow, grinning at how fast I got stiff for her.

“Look at you,” she murmured, licking her lips. “Big black dick, already leaking for me.”

I let out a shaky breath as her thumb swiped over the tip, smearing precum down my shaft. She dropped to her knees right there in the alley, her dress hiking up, showing off thick thighs and the edge of black lace panties.

Then her mouth was on me, hot and wet, her tongue swirling around my head before she sucked me deep. I groaned, grabbing the back of her head, my hips jerking forward as she took me all the way to the base. She gagged a little but didn’t stop, her nails digging into my thighs as she bobbed her head, spit dripping down her chin.

“Shit, you’re good at that,” I grunted, watching her lips stretch around me.

She pulled off with a wet pop, wiping her mouth. “I’m better at riding,” she said, standing up and turning around, pressing her ass against my cock. She reached back, grabbing my shaft, guiding me between her thighs so I could feel how soaked her panties were. “Fuck me right here. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shoved her panties aside, my fingers sliding through her slick cunt before I lined up and pushed inside. She gasped, arching back against me as my cock stretched her open, inch by inch.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her fingers clawing at the brick wall. “Just like that.”

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the alley. Her pussy was tight as hell, gripping me with every stroke, her moans getting louder the deeper I went.

“You feel that?” I growled, spanking her ass, making her whimper. “You wanted this dick, now take it.”

She reached back, grabbing my wrist and forcing my fingers between her legs. “Rub my clit,” she demanded, breathless.

I didn’t argue. I fucked her harder, my thumb pressing circles on her swollen clit while she writhed against me. I could feel her trembling, her cunt clenching around me as she got closer.

“I’m gonna cum,” she panted, her voice breaking. “Fuck, I’m—!”

She came with a cry, her body shuddering, pussy pulsing around my cock. The second her tight little cunt milked me, I lost it—burying myself deep as I shot load after load inside her.

She slumped forward, panting, my cum dripping down her thighs as I pulled out. She turned around, licking her lips, and smirked.

“Told you I was better at riding,” she said, before walking off like nothing happened, leaving me stunned against the wall.

Best fucking night ever.