subway/alley fantasy,younger woman/olderman

The man behind me slipped his hand up my skirt and I froze. Crowded subways were full of perverts. they were a dime a dozen. This man was older, maybe in his forties at least, and huge. tall and broad like a football player, his thick fingers felt longer than they should as he rubbed my panty-covered crotch. I was wearing a denim micro mini, so it wasn't hard for him to reach. His fingers pressed and rubbed, gently then firmly, tracing the line of my labia. he kept at it til I was wet, panties drenched against his fingers. I never made a sound and only looked at him when he stopped. he got off the train and I followed him. I still followed him when he went down an alleyway, and crashed into him a yard in. His hands grabbed me around the waist so I wouldn't fall, and he backed me against one of the brick walls beside a dumpster. he stared down at me with assessing eyes, his hair military short. Nothing to grab onto there. He ask, 'How old are you?" "_" I replied. A recent birthday just made me legal. I liked his hands and what they did to me; I didn't want him to stop. His hand slid between my thighs and I couldn't help the moan as he stroked me. his thick fingers slid under my wet panties, the middle finger dipping deep in my pussy before sliding up to circle and rub my clit. I started breathing fast, then panting. His older hand burrowed under my tank top and its built in shelf bra, groping my b cup size titiies. His fingers were gentle at first as he stroked my nipples, then mean as he rolled and pinched them. "Pull your top up over your tits, little girl." I pulled it up, my size Bs no longer the bane of my existence. He liked them, kneading on them and yanking on my nipples until they were hard pebbles. Then I was distracted by his other hand, two thick fingers shoving deep as they could in my pussy. I couldn’t help crying out. "No cherry," he commented, twisting his fingers. "lost it during hard exercise?" "been running to join a marathon with my friends for a charity. don't stop, feels good." "I want to put it in. I want to fuck your pussy." "okay, hurry." his hands stopped and yanked my skirt up that little bit to grab my panties. He pulled them down my legs and shoved them in his suit pocket, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants without undoing the belt and pulled out his cock. it was longer than I though it would be, and way thicker. it looked like a battering ram. looking at it, I just got more excited and wet. His hands went to my waist. "Put your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck when I pick you up." "Okay." He picked me up and I did as I was told. I was pressed back against the brick wall which was scratchy through my shrug. my legs felt spread impossibly wide and went wider as he pressed against me. he grabbed his cock and pressed it into place at my pussy. then he rubbed my clit for a bit, until I was panting, then suddenly rammed his cock up inside me. I cried out because it hurt but he didn't stop or wait. he pulled his hips back and did it again and again, until I was past the pain and moaning for more, my legs tight around his hips. "that's it, baby, that's my good girl, that's my good little slut," he crooned into my ears as he fucked me hard against the brick wall by the dumpster, one hand coming back to grope my tits. "spread your legs wide for the thick cock this old man's got in his pants for you." I groaned and whispered yes back to him as he talked dirty, his cock stretching my cunt out as he rammed it home like a jackhammer. I came long before he did and he just kept fucking me, until I came again. he followed almost immediately after, and his jizz was hot in my pussy as he emptied his balls into me. He crushed me against the wall as he sagged, panting as hard as I was. "good girl, you took it like a good slut." I whined something affirmative; I couldn't speak. "you come back here and let me fuck you more, little girl. I’ll hook you up with what you need or want." "'m no hooker." I managed to mumble. "obviously. but a slutty girl like you needs cock once she's had it. I got some friends who would like you too. and nothing wrong with accepting gifts. its rude to reject a gift, its no good." His hand was moving on my titties again, my softening nipples plucked and pinched. "and I can guarantee you clean fucks and birth control so you don't get preggers. hehe, though I didn't use a rubber just now. how does it feel with hot live spunk in your cunt?" "hot. sticky. slutty." my breath was calming down as much as it could with him still in me and touching my breasts. "friends?" "yeah, friends. you'll like it." his hand fell away, and he pulled out of me slow. I moaned at the loss, and my knees were wobbly as he set me back on my feet. my ballerina slipper on one foot was off my heel, and he held onto me as I tapped it back on. then he knelt down, no knees on the ground, and pushed me back against the wall. "Spread your legs, let me see that sloppy slutty pussy, little girl." I did as he told me, and he shifted one of my legs over his shoulder. he spread my labia and looked at my used cunt, fingers prodding and feeling around. Finally his thumb brushed my clit, and I cried out. he started stroking the nub as he crooned to me. "your pussy's used and bruised, but not ripped. probably cause I got you so wet on the train. your clit likes the attention, huh." "yeah, but it hurts a little." my pelvis was jumping with each stroke. he chuckled deep in his throat and stroked faster til I shivered and cam. "why don't you come in and lay down on my couch and rest." he said as he caught me. leaning in, he licked my nipples. "I’ll call my friends and introduce you. or I can call you a cab if you got a curfew." Then he sucked on my nipples, sucked and bit on them until they turned pink and he was making me cum with his hand between my legs again. "Gotta be home soon. Mom works til midnight and I got homework," I mumbled into his ear. He helped me stand and tugged my tank top down after a final lick and suck. He finger-fucked my pussy for a bit, then rubbed the wet on my clit again before tugging my skirt down that little bit. he tucked a fifty between my tits and said, when I looked at him with the question, "I'm keeping your panties. Buy some more, maybe a lacy pair. I like lace on hot pussy."