“What a slut,” he rasped. “What a slutty slut.”
But I wanted it. I wanted to be that slut, for his eyes only. So widening my stance, I did something that I’ve only seen in porn before. Reaching back with both hands, I grabbed fistfuls of ass cheek and pulled my butt apart, bending over more to give him better access.
“Further,” I whimpered, eyes shut as I breathed. “Put it in more.”
And with that, the finger began the push again, wedging itself into my secret space, stroking the walls of my vaginal chamber. Oh god, it felt so good, legs spread so wide now, holding myself open as a strange man delved into my twat. Oh god, this was so wrong and yet I absolutely loved it, acting the nasty whore. And holding nothing back, I did something that even surprised me, throwing me for a loop. Because letting go of one ass cheek, I reached behind myself and seized his wrist.
“More,” I panted, taking him by surprise. “More, more.”
And with that, I literally shoved his hand up into my pussy further, like I was some dirty whore, desperate to have a man as deep into me as possible. Holy shit, why was I acting like some kind of deranged nympho? Was I really that sex-crazed slut who grabbed strange men’s hands and literally pushed them into their vaginas, forcing male appendages into cunt? It was so crazy but even as I did it, my pussy juiced more, welcoming the finger as it made its way inside. I was so full, so stretched and so fucked, bent over, pushing a strange man’s hand up my streaming twat.
The big man chuckled behind me, that deep voice amused. But then Donny stopped. He halted entirely, hand still buried in my secret space.
“What is it?” I panted, practically falling over the railing now. “What is it?”
I was so desperate that I wiggled my hips again, trying to get him inside further. I would have turned to look at his face, but that was against the rules.
And there was no sound except the harsh rasps of his breath. But Donny’s next words made my blood turn into ice.
“You’re a virgin,” he ground out. “You’re a fucking virgin.”
I paused. Of course, the alpha was absolutely right, but was that bad? What should I do? I decided to try and play it off, act like it was nothing.
“What do you mean?” I panted. “How do you know?”
And suddenly it became clear. Because Donny wiggled his finger inside and it stroked against something that I’d kind of known was there. I’ve tried using tampons in the past but always gave up because it hurt. I could only get those things about halfway inside before the penetration became excruciating, and the reason reared its ugly head now.
Because my hymen was intact, deep in my vagina canal. Donnie stroked it even as he spoke, even as he said the words.
“A virgin,” he breathed again, a prayer on his lips. “A real-life virgin.”
I couldn’t help it, my thighs snapped shut to prevent him from going away.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, body so desperate for a man. “Please don’t go, I should have told you but …”
Donny interrupted.
“You should have told me, that’s right,” he ground out. “But it’s too late now, and I’m not going anywhere, baby girl, until this twat is good and fucked.”
And with that, the stroking began again. Oh yeah, he fingered my hymen, strumming against the soft barrier, playing it like a fine instrument. But that was only the beginning. Slowly, he began pushing another digit into my snatch, spreading my pussy, massaging my internal channel. I threw my head back with delight, cunt creaming heavily, riding his hand.
“Oh god!” I moaned just as the music crescendoed. “Oh god!”
And Donny began the finger fucking in earnest then. With one hand niggling my clit, the other began pummeling my vaginal canal, going in and out, in and out, making me feel so good, so deliciously taken. My pussy was on fire, electrical jolts running through my cunt, making even my fingers and toes curl. Every nerve was alive, and the most disgusting squelching noises sounded out as he fucked me, slit leaking like a faucet.
“Oh yeah baby girl,” he growled. “Fuck, this pussy was made to be fucked.”
I squealed again, lost to the heavens. Because the combination of clit work and heavy vaginal drill did it, and I soared off a cliff, plummeting into ecstasy. My pussy clenched and spasmed, almost breaking off the fingers inside before dissolving into a series of tremors, each more violent than the last.
“Unnh!” I cried out. “Unnh, unnh!”
Donny spurted hotly then as well. I hadn’t realized it, but the big alpha had pulled his dick from his pants and the stiff shaft had been vibrating wildly behind me. I’d been so caught up getting my pussy fucked that I hadn’t even realized I was closer to male cock than I’ve ever been in my life.
But now, it was only too obvious. Because as I came, he came too, that huge fuckrod releasing wild drifts of sperm all across my back and butt, the hot white glazing my flesh, running in rivulets down my lower half. And it was so satisfying, so female, to be coated in his cum, to be branded with his personal male essence that my pussy only contracted harder, a hot, swollen vise.
“Unnnh!” I cried out again. “Unnnh!”
Oh god, oh god, I was gonna pass out. I fell forward heavily against the bannister, my internal muscles clenching and clamping, spasming with jolts, the burn in my pussy so wild. No one told me sex would be like this. I thought it would be romance and sweet kisses, maybe some breathy declarations of love. But instead, it was the opposite and made me feel so fucking good. It was having a strange man’s fingers deep inside your pussy while out in public, letting him touch and stroke until I collapsed, releasing juice as my body blasted to the heavens. It was feeling a strange dick spurt all over my back, the hot fuck dribbling down my ass cheeks to coat my lower half thoroughly.
And just as the first song began to die down, I felt his lips on the back of my neck.
“Beautiful,” the deep voice murmured in my ear. “So fucking gorgeous.”
And just like that, Donny was gone. Those clever fingers slid out of my hole, leaving me gaping, and my jeans were yanked back up over my ass so that I was covered, bubble butt shielded. And the big man himself? He was like Batman, here one minute, just a shadow the next.
Flustered and trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm, I turned, trying to see who had been behind me. My eyes scanned the crowd futilely, trying to make out a departing figure, a tall man who smelled of female musk.
But there was no one. Everyone seemed to be watching the band, drinking beers like it was no big deal, partying it up. I searched futilely, craning my neck, boobies still heaving. Where was Donny? What did he look like? He had to be hot, there was no way someone who felt that good could be anything other than the most gorgeous alpha male. The way he took control, the way he demonstrated utter mastery over the situation made me juice again, pussy still pounding from his touch.
But that was it. My mysterious man was gone and who knows if I’d ever see him again? It was crazy, Donny was nothing more than words on a screen until ten minutes ago, strumming my pussy until I collapsed, giving me my one and only man-made orgasm.
But now it was all over, and the only thing I had as a reminder was the swollen, wet state of my pussy, and the steady drip drip of cum down my thighs. Because oh yeah, he’d sprayed me good, and even now, I could feel sticky, hot semen trailing down my ass, flowing into the crack between my ass cheeks and even coating my hole a bit. Holy shit, was it going in? You can get pregnant if even one drop goes in right? I wanted to touch between my thighs, to feel the tackiness on my secret space, to smell the essence of him. But I was in public, at a crowded concert no less, and that would have to wait until home.