Tongue-Tied in Public

In the thick of a bustling city market on a Saturday, I was squeezing through the crowd with Jake, his hand firmly planted on the small of my back. The sun beat down, the scent of spices and sweat filled the air, and the din of vendors hawking their wares was a steady hum. I was trying to enjoy the chaos, but Jake was distracting, his touch wandering lower, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass. I swatted his hand away, smirking. "Knock it off." He leaned in, his voice a low growl in my ear. "You know you love it." I rolled my eyes, but my body betrayed me, a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. We turned a corner, and Jake suddenly pushed me against the wall of a narrow alley, his body pressing against mine. His mouth was on my neck, hot and insistent, his teeth nipping at my skin. I gasped, my hips grinding against his growing hardness. His hands were rough, hitching up my skirt, pushing aside my thong. I could hear the market noise but couldn't see anything but the bricks of the alley. He spun me around, his hand covering my mouth as he thrust into me, hard and deep. The sudden intrusion made my eyes water. I bit down on his palm, a muffled cry escaping as he began to fuck me, his hips slapping against my ass. The market sounds faded into the background, replaced by his grunts and my muffled moans. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as he pounded into me, his cock hitting that spot deep inside that made my knees weak. I could feel the sweat trickle down my back, the dirt of the alley grinding into my cheek. His fingers dug into my flesh, his breath ragged in my ear. It was brutal, it was dirty, and it was fucking perfect.

I could feel every inch of him, his thick cock stretching me, filling me completely. He growled, his teeth grazing my ear, "Fuck, you're so tight." He pulled out abruptly, spinning me around to face him. His eyes were wild, hunger etched into every line of his face. He dropped to his knees, his hands rough on my thighs as he pushed them apart. My thong was still pushed aside, my pussy exposed to the damp, cool air of the alley. His mouth was on me instantly, his tongue hot and insistent, licking and sucking at my folds. I could feel the vibration of his groan against my clit, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine as his tongue delved into my pussy, tasting me, fucking me with his mouth. He pulled me, actually pulled me, onto his tongue, his other hand squeezing my thigh, keeping me in place. My knees shook, my breath hitching in my throat as he began to suck, his lips wrapping around my clit, his tongue flicking against it. Then his teeth were there, his mouth clamping down, biting down hard. I cried out, the pain sharp and unexpected, but it only seemed to heighten the pleasure, his tongue and teeth working in tandem, driving me wild. He bit down harder, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me in place as he feasted on my pussy, his mouth a hot, wet, brutal force against my skin. My cries filled the alley, a symphony of pain and pleasure, my body trembling as I rode his face, chasing my release.

The sudden, sharp pain of a blade against my cheek made me freeze, but Jake's tongue never paused, his teeth still biting down on my clit. I felt the cool metal trace a line down my cheek, then across my lips. He pulled away from my pussy just long enough to press the blade into my mouth. I parted my lips, letting him slide it in, the taste of metal and my own arousal flooding my tongue. He used it to explore my mouth, his thumb pressing against my clit in tight, slow circles. I could feel the cold metal against my teeth, the flat of the blade resting on my tongue. He pressed down gently, a silent command to open wider. I complied, my eyes locked on his, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through me. He pulled the blade out, tracing it down my chin, my neck, between my breasts. I shivered, my nipples hardening, my breath coming in short gasps. The blade paused at my thighs, then slowly, deliberately, Jake traced it up the inside of my leg, towards my pussy. I tensed, but he just smiled, his eyes never leaving mine. He circled my clit with the tip of the blade, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my sex. I gasped, my hips jerking forward, seeking more contact. He chuckled, a dark, low sound, and pressed the blade against my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me moan. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced a shallow cut across my clit and pubic mound. I cried out, the pain sharp and intense, but it only seemed to heighten my arousal. The blade was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced by his hot mouth, his tongue licking at the wound, soothing the sting. He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking against it, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. My body trembled, my hands gripping his hair, holding him against me as I rode his face, chasing my release. The taste of blood and metal filled my mouth, a bitter, coppery tang that only served to heighten my senses.

His tongue lashed against my clit, relentless, his groan vibrating through me as he came, his hot cum spilling onto my face, coating my lips and chin. He didn't stop, his mouth never pausing, his tongue and teeth working me relentlessly. I could feel his cum dripping down my cheeks, mixing with my tears, the saltiness stinging my eyes. He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes wild. He pressed the blade against my pussy again, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of my sex. He traced the tip around my opening, teasing, before pressing it slowly inside. I gasped, my body tensing as he began to cut, the pain sharp and intense. He slid the blade out, then back in, each stroke a little deeper, a little more brutal. I could feel the warm trickle of blood, the sting of the cuts, but it only seemed to heighten my arousal. My body trembled, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps, my hips jerking against the blade, seeking more. He pulled the blade out, his fingers taking its place, sliding into my pussy, fucking me with rough, eager thrusts. His thumb pressed against my clit, the pad slick with blood and cum, rubbing in tight, brutal circles. I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm hit me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through me. My vision blurred, my body shaking, my cries echoing through the alley as he fucked me with his fingers, his mouth on my pussy, his tongue licking at the cuts, lapping up the blood.

She didn't wait for him to speak, straddling him as he sat on the cold, grimy alley floor. His cock, still hard and slick with her blood and cum, slid back into her pussy easily. She moaned, her hips grinding against him, taking him deep. His hands went to her waist, holding her steady as she began to move, riding him slow and hard. Their mouths crashed together, tongues clashing, teeth clinking. He tasted like her, like metal and sex and sweat. She kissed him deeply, her hips rolling, her pussy clenching around his cock. His hands slid up her body, his fingers digging into her breasts, squeezing and kneading. She gasped into his mouth, her nipples hardening against his palms. He pinched one, then the other, his fingers rough and demanding. She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. He took advantage, his mouth latching onto her neck, sucking and biting. She cried out, her hips moving faster, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. He growled against her skin, his hands moving to her ass, pulling her down harder onto him, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the alley, mingling with their moans and cries. His cock rubbed her g-spot, she felt pressure and heat building in her belly. She leaned back, her hands on his thighs, changing the angle, taking him deeper. He groaned, his head falling back, his eyes closed. She smiled, her hips rolling, her pussy milking his cock. She leaned forward, her hands on his chest, her breasts pressing against him. He opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto hers. She smiled, her hips moving faster, her pussy clenching around his cock. She felt another orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, her voice low and husky. "Make me cum again."