True Sex Stories: The Sweet And Low Down Dirty Dirties

"His fingers have no trouble sliding into me, as I am dripping girl gloss. My hands search him out. When I do meet his throbbing cock, I almost feel like shouting to the Gods.."

Today I was writing a piece about porn and the sharing of porn with those you play with and love and realized I had never posted one of my favorites from wayback on the blogspot days. So– from February 18, 2009 a prelude to sharing porn.The sweet and low down dirty dirties

We exit out the side door of the theater into the dark alleyway. It is one of those alleys that has a locked gate to prevent public foot traffic from entering. It's surprisingly clean, for an alley; you can tell the employees of the film house and of the adjoining restaurants take their breaks back there.

Two hours of Japanese campy soft core porn, with our hands all over each other, had turned us into two, very hot messes. We seem to be at animal state, just ready to fuck and blur everything else into non-existence.

He is East Coast and blunt, using terms like "sweetie, honey and sexy bitch" with that rough East Cost inflection and it sounds hot. He reminds me of a great white shark, capable of counter-shading his real personality behind some Cali vans, rolled up jeans and an adorable smile. He reduced the ease of detection and I was unable to tell he was a predator. Behind this camouflage lay a beast.

His cock is fat and sizable in all ways. When I slid my hand across it in during the film, my cunt instantly melted, clinched and soaked. My thighs stayed spread for the entire double feature, with the East Coast shark's coat laid over my lap, his hands and mine, all over my thighs and pussy. I did my fair share of feeling on his cock, my hand barley leaving his lap or that growing package. Removing it only periodically to feel myself, to feel how wet I was, and to suck on his fingers after they had been exploring my soak. Forty minutes into the double feature I was hungry.

The cold, wet air hit us and his hands are already hiking my cute little skirt up. I resist at first.

"NO WAY! We are in an alley,"

but sharks are persuasive. We walk further back and he locates a spot between two buildings that is obviously cleaned and maintained well, for an alley. We have to step up on a side wall to get to it. As graciously as an East Coast Shark can be, he spots a folding chair, pops it open and helps me onto the sidewall and then follows…we disappear between the two buildings.

We feel each other out and up. He bends me over, gathers my skirt around my waist, yanks my panties aside and firmly pinches my lips together, not viciously or rough, but good and hard, then releases and rubs and pats the full plumpness that they have become. His fingers have no trouble sliding into me, as I am dripping girl gloss. My hands search him out. When I do meet his throbbing cock, I almost feel like shouting to the Gods; thank you! thank you!, bells and whistles, jackpot noises, angels singing the whole bit. I cannot resist a taste, I turn, squat and slide the tip in. His cock proceeds to split my lips wide, as saliva coats his shaft. The public porno continues as I work to devour the shark.

Pulling me up and turning me back around, again fully rubbing my twat with fingers and palm. Then with one solid smack to the ass, that scrumptious dick slides into me and I am being fucked naughty, dirty, and just down right nasty in between two building in an alleyway. I am plummeted, plunged, fucking taken. My ass meeting each thrust like the vixen slut I am.

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