Angelica; Back Alley Blues is an erotica starring a middle-aged woman who suddenly finds herself in a tricky situation on her way home from the nightclub.

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ANGELICA

CHAPTER 1

“BACK-ALLEY BLUES”

　　　It began two weeks ago when I was at the Pink Mermaid. I’d gone to the club with two of my friends, and we’d been there all night – dancing, hooking, sipping drinks... but mainly dancing. After a few hours of shaking on the floor, my friends tired out and headed to the bar, but I didn’t join them. I was still hoping to get laid before sunrise, and I didn’t want to give up so easily. It was still very crowded. So crowded that many of the couples were dancing back to back. I was quite tipsy at this point and unwisely forgot to keep track of time. Before I knew it, I’d totally forgotten the promise I’d made to my son the evening before – the one about me being home by 11 PM, so when I finally recalled it, I immediately stopped what I was doing and took a look at my wrist watch. When I saw that the clock was already half past two, I was utterly horrified and hastily made my way over to my friends.

　　　As I walked up to my friends, I raised my voice to be heard over the loud, electronic music. “Sorry guys, but I have to run!”

　　“You sure!?” Miranda countered.

　　“Yeah!” I quickly replied. “It’s really late and my son’s probably waiting for me back home! I promised I’d be back early!”

　　　Lindsey looked at me in an inquisitive but playful fashion. “See you again next week!?”

　　“Can’t say for sure! There’s a good chance I won’t be able to come, but I’ll tag along if nothing else gets in the way!”

　　“No promises, huh!?” she affirmed.

　　　I put my hand to Miranda’s shoulder. “Please tell your daughters I said ‘hey!’”

　　“Of course Ann… and please do the same with Luke!”

　　　Before I had any chance to reply, Lindsey promptly leaned over towards me. “I haven’t seen the boy in ages! Please tell him I said hey as well!”

　　“Will do!”

　　　Miranda now gave me a serious but concerned look. “Please be careful on your way home, Ann! Go straight home and don’t let any sleazebags take advantage of you! You never know who’s out walking the streets at this hour of the night!”

　　　I shrugged. “I’m a bit tipsy, but I think I’ll be alright!”

　　　I gave each of them a big hug and carefully checked my handbag to make sure all of my things were still there, then quickly turned around and headed for the exit.

　　　Retrieving the last of my belongings, I stepped out onto the empty sidewalk. As I did, I felt the cold wind brush up against my bare arms, and I quickly donned my jacket. It’d once been such a giant hassle for me to put the damn thing on because of my massive chest, but years of wearing it had made the task progressively easier. Once I was finished, I quickly tucked my dress in, adjusted my glasses, and then immediately began walking at a brisk pace.

　　　As the nightclub disappeared beyond the corner of my eye, I took out my phone and began to dial. I was just calling my son to let him know that I was okay and on my way. Pressing the button, I allowed the phone to ring, but after a few seconds, I was only prompted with the option to leave a voice message:

　　“Hey, Luke! Sorry about the late call.”

　　“I forgot the time, but I’m on my way home now.”

　　“I hope you’re not angry at me.”

　　“We can talk about it when I get back home if you want.”

　　“See you at home.”

　　“Hugs and kisses, mom.”

　　　I hesitated for a brief moment, then pressed the button again to finalize the message. As I resumed my march, I looked around at the neighborhood around me. Save for the club and the occasional corner-store, it was a mostly residential area. The houses didn’t seem particularly tall – perhaps four stories at most, and the sidewalks were dirty and narrow. Every street was dimly lit with only a handful of lamp-posts each, and most of the roads were hugged by parked cars. From time to time, a lonely tree would also make an appearance. I’d been looking at my phone for most of the trip to the club, and so I hadn’t cared to notice many of these details the other evening. The landmarks, especially, were still utterly unfamiliar to me, but I hoped that I’d come to recognize them with time. Knowing that I’d probably be drunk for most of the trips home, I couldn't help but wonder how long the walk would actually take...

　　　As I continued down the streets, I soon came upon the entrance to a small back-alley. Being overly curious by nature, I stopped just outside to have a quick look, but when I peered into its dark and gloomy abyss, I felt a foreboding and ominous presence stare back at me. It made me highly uncomfortable, and so I immediately moved on.

　　　That’s when I heard someone approach me from behind. They started slow at first, but one by one, their footsteps kept picking up the pace. Even as they got close, I still naively hoped that it might just be another pedestrian, and so foolishly kept myself from turning around.

　　　Suddenly, whoever it was grabbed hold of me by both arms, and I was gripped by fear. I tried to struggle myself free as they reeled me in, but in the end, I was too weak and terrified to fight them off. As such, they quickly managed to get both my arms in a firm hold, Having done so, they then straightened my back out and leaned in over my back.

　　　In that moment, I heard a high-pitched, manly voice whisper into my ear. “Listen up, fatty, I don’t want your money or your life, just a bit of harmless fun.”

　　　He paused. “If you do as I say and play along nicely, I’ll even let you go home when it’s over.”

　　　After a few seconds of hesitating, I nodded reluctantly.

　　“Good girl,” he quickly replied in a satisfied and gleeful tone.

　　　Thinking to myself, I wasn’t at all surprised to discover that my attacker was a man, but the high pitch of his voice came as quite the shock. Whoever he was, I could immediately tell that he was quite young, and I imagined that he was probably no older than twenty. However, the thing that got me the most was the voice itself. It sounded awfully familiar, but for the life of me, I couldn’t put my finger on where I’d heard it before.

　　　Cutting that thought short, I asked, “Are you going to—”

　　“Yes,” he quickly replied. “You can struggle all you like, but don’t try to escape. If you do, things’ll get really ugly for you.”

　　　He paused. “Now shut the fuck up and follow my lead. We don’t have all night.”

　　　Turning me around to face the back-alley once more, he pulled my wrists back until my arms were fully outstretched, then applied his weight unto them. He was trying to make me bend myself forward, and I was quickly forced to buckle under the pressure. Before long, he’d forced my head so far down that it hovered only halfway above the ground. The fact that I was so unable to resist him made me feel deeply embarrassed and ashamed of myself as a woman. It was utterly humiliating, and looking up into the pitch-black darkness of what lay before me, the feeling mixed with a great apprehension for what I feared would happen to me next.

　　　Suddenly, my butt was slapped with a great deal of force, and the loud noise echoed across the silent cityscape. The sharp pain caused me to let out a loud groan, and having heard it, the young man quickly tightened his grip around both my wrists. Not waiting any further, he then swiftly force-marched me ass-up and head-first, straight into the darkness. Being forced to play the part of a wheelbarrow as he pushed me onward, I did my utmost not to trip over in my tall, green heels. My long, chunky legs had to adopt a wide and awkward gait in order not to fall, and the loud, clacking noises of my shoes echoed against the walls on either side of me as I was guided deeper and deeper into the alley. After a while, we turned a sharp corner, and he suddenly poked me in the nether with his bulging crotch. It felt like a total accident the first time, but stopping momentarily, he quickly did it to me another twenty times or so as if to tease me. Hearing me pant in frustration, he squeezed my wrists extra tight, then resumed our march. We walked for another twenty meters or so and then came to a total halt.

　　　We were at a dead end... As I looked around, I soon noticed that there were no windows or doors on any of the walls. Realizing that this meant that no one would come to save me, I immediately resigned myself to whatever fate the young criminal had in store for me. Letting go of my wrists, he ordered me to stand with both hands against the wall. I obeyed willingly, doing exactly as I was told. As I stood there, I could feel him tugging greedily at the end of my blue dress. His sweaty, authoritative fingers squeezed themselves up into the tight space between the dress and my right thigh. It was a deeply disturbing yet oddly satisfying sensation. Before I could do much of anything, he took a firm hold of the dress and quickly pulled it all the way up to my waist – thus exposing my entire, fat butt to the cold winter breeze. He let out a loud, mocking laugh at me when he saw my thin, orange thong. Being the very last thing I had left to protect my dignity with, I instinctively clenched both butt-cheeks together in an attempt to hide it, but that proved to be a futile attempt... Before I had any sort of chance to cover it up, he quickly tore it off and gave me a hard smack on the ass. This time, the blow wasn’t as harsh as before. As a matter of fact, it almost felt good, and it caused me to moan a bit.

　　“Look at yourself, you horny old cunt!” he taunted me. “You’re fucking enjoying this, aren’t you!?”

　　　Choosing to show him my obedient side, I looked back and nodded approvingly. As I did, I got my first good look at my assailant...

　　　He had a black balaclava on, and on his body, he wore a red Metallica T-shirt. He also wore a light jacket – of the sort typically worn around early spring or fall, a pair of jeans, and a rather fancy pair of red sneakers. He was very light skinned, just about the same hue as myself, but moreover, he was quite tall, about the same length as my own son. Last but not least, he also appeared to be somewhat skinny, or perhaps, slightly athletic, judging by his overall physique.

　　　Catching myself mid-thought, I resumed my nodding with a frantic enthusiasm. As he saw this, the young man immediately rewarded me with a long series of hard-hitting smacks against each of my two ass-cheeks. I moaned and groaned as my cheeks vibrated from each hit, and pockets of air formed in my nether with each blow, trapping more and more cold air. Eventually, the intense cold began to enter inside me through the open gap between my flapping lips, and it gave me a chilly and wonderfully tingly sensation that excited me to my very core.

　　　At this point, I wasn’t just getting increasingly horny, I was beginning to feel genuinely elated, and with that, what little remained of my fear quickly began to dissipate in favor of a lustful joy.

　　　After a few minutes, the man stopped abruptly. I could hear him take a few steps back before coming to a halt in front of one of the old cast out sofas.

　　“Turn around!” he commanded. “It’s bout time to give that little mouth of yours some exercise.”

　　　Nervously, I got onto my knees and turned around to face him.

　　　With a small gesture of his right hand, he continued, “Now, strip.”

　　　Not wanting to disobey him, I did as he asked, stripping down bare until all I had left were my shoes, watch and choker. I briefly tried to cover my breasts with my left arm and hide my giant bush and genitals using the right, but seeing how displeased this made him, I quickly uncovered myself once more.

　　　A smug grin immediately spread across his lips. “Good girl.”

　　　He paused. “I think you’re beginning to know your place, dog.”

　　“Now… Crawl closer.”

　　　Going on all fours, I moved to within a meter of his crotch and then sat down on my knees. I was too embarrassed to meet his gaze head on, so I continued to stare straight at the growing bulge in his pants. I could barely contain my excitement for his cock, and even without a mirror, I knew that I was blushing profusely.

　　“Now, unzip and give me a nice, wet sloppy,” he ordered. “An old hag like you should know very well what to do with one of these.”

　　　As I pulled down the zipper, his cock swung out in front of me. It was long and thin with a bulbous head, and it had a strong, manly odor to it. With a quick sniff, I could even smell a faint trace of recent cum. Neither of the smells were particularly nice, but they made me even hornier than before.

　　　Suddenly, he grabbed me by the back of my head and pressed my mouth onto the side of his prick. As my lips embraced his thin shaft, I was overcome with embarrassment.

　　“That’s right, bitch. Now, move those lips like a good little slut.”

I quickly moved my mouth side to side in an effort to obey him, all the while looking up nervously into his eyes. I felt so humiliated, but at the same time, so horny. I was fully determined and ready to make him feel good at any cost; whatever it took of me. His joy would be my own from now on...

　　　After having me pleasure his shaft like that for about a minute, he stopped me and gently grabbed me by the tip of my chin.

　　　He peered straight into my soul. “Now’s the time to apply yourself. I want you to go down all the way.”

　　　I nodded in agreement and quickly re-positioned my head before his tip. Holding my hands at the base of his penis, I then engulfed him with my mouth, and started descending down the shaft. I hadn’t deep-throated a man in many a year, but thankfully, I was still able to keep my gag reflexes in check. As I let his warm banana crawl further and further down into my throat, I felt my brain get being bombarded with dopamine. That good feeling intensified even further as he began to moan from my efforts. By the time I reached the base, he was breathing heavily.

　　　After staying at the base for about ten seconds, I tried to get back up, but he quickly grabbed me by the head and pushed me down again. This time, his cock managed to activate my reflex, and I nearly threw up. He could undoubtedly hear that I was choking on his cock. When I looked up, I was met with a smug grin.

　　　He panted. “That’s right, bitch... Just like that.”

　　　He pressed me harder and harder onto his base until his whole cock was within my throat. I was having genuine trouble breathing, and so I hit him on his legs in desperation. Clearly angered by this, he pulled me by my ponytail and jacked my head back.

　　　Then grabbing me forcefully by the sides of my mouth, he brought my face close to his and spoke, “You better not do that again!”

　　“GOT IT!?”

　　　As he released me from his grip, I quickly bowed down in submission on the dirty ground. “Please forgive me! I didn’t mean to disobey!”

　　“Please,” I said, turning around and raising up my ass. “Please take out your anger on me however you like.”

　　　I could sense him gazing straight into my gaping gash as I continually dripped from the thought of his highly erect cock going into me. He chuckled mockingly at the sight and then took a single step forward. As I felt his two assertive hands grab hold of my large hips, I knew that his manhood wasn’t far behind, and sure enough, before long, something long and stabby had begun to poke my butt. It progressively moved closer and closer towards my lady-bits, and my excitement grew exponentially. Tilting my head down further to look back, I soon saw his cock grinding itself against my genitals.

　　　The amusing realization that I was suddenly gung-ho about getting raped in some dark back-alley, and to little more than a kid, no less, greatly humored my mind.

　　“I hope you’re ready for this, you fucking sow,” he taunted. “You better not disappoint me again.”

　　“I promise I won’t, master!”

　　　As he laughed loudly in response, it took me a few seconds to actually realize what I’d just blurted out.

　　“Oh my god! What am I saying!?” I thought to myself, trying not to die of embarrassment. “I can’t believe I actually just said that...”

　　“I see you’re into role-playing,” he responded, then nipped me on my labia Majora hard with his fingers.

　　“Ow!”

　　“Oh, you like that... Don’t you, cunt?”

　　　I looked back at his face with a concerned look, but I knew that my role was to obey, not to complain, so I kept my mouth shut.

　　“That’s a good girl,” he said, and nipped me again.

　　“F—...” I stopped myself. “Fuck. You.”

　　“What was that?”

　　“Nothing.”

　　“Good,” he said and smacked me on the ass as hard as he could.

　　“FUCK!”

　　　Slowing down the grinding of his cock, he brought it before the opening to my cervix and grabbed me by my wrists, then led me up to the wall in front of us.

　　“Face to the wall, now!” he demanded, and pushed my face against the wall.

　　　Even though I was still annoyed about his earlier infractions, I couldn’t help but to grin with unholy joy. I was so ready for this...

　　　When I finally felt him prod my nether with his thin, long cock, I raised my rear up to meet him.

　　“Come on... Fuck me now!” I shouted submissively. “Take me now and make me yours!”

　　　The tip of his penis was stroking the inner walls of my minora – teasing me with the prospect of entering inside while staying just at the edge. He spun it in a circle, probing me again and again. It drove me crazy, almost ecstatic.

　　　Then it happened; he slid his cock right into me.

　　　I moaned for his amusement and exhaled loudly. Hearing this, he crossed my arms behind my back and locked them in place with his left, then brought his right hand to my neck and began squeezing me hard. I was so overcome with submissive joy that I could barely contain myself.

　　“OH, FUUUCK!” was all I managed to get out of me as he rammed me from behind. It actually hurt a little from how hard he was going in, but the pleasure of my mind was so great that I cared little for how it felt physically. Obeying and getting dominated by him made my knees weak and my mind soar with happiness. It made me so unbelievably happy it’s indescribable. He was being really rough with me – going faster and faster by the second.

　　“OH MY GOD!” I moaned. “Please! Don’t! Fucking! Stop!”

　　　He was nearly out of breath from all the fucking. “Oh... don’t... worry bitch... It’s just a little longer now...”

　　“NO! Please keep going!” I pleaded. “Don’t stop now!!”

　　　Moaning loudly all the while, he suddenly came to a full stop within a mere split second. His cock was spasming like crazy, and I could feel something hot flowing inside me.

　　“Oh my god, have I missed this...” I thought to myself as he pulled his cock out.

　　　I could feel his semen slowly stream out of me as I got onto my knees again. I quickly grabbed hold of his cock, and then began licking his tip and shaft lustfully. I wanted ALL OF IT. Every. Single. Drop... and I wasn’t planning on letting him go before I got what was mine.

　　　As I swallowed, he tried to pull back from me, but I pulled him back in.

　　“I won’t let you go until you—”

　　　He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me off onto the ground.

　　“Ouch!” I yelled in pain. “What are you doing!?”

　　　Ignoring me, the man went over to my pile of clothes and retrieved a small object out of his jacket. It was a pair of scissors.

　　“No! Please don’t!” I shouted distraught as I saw him cut my expensive dress and underwear into small pieces.

　　　I couldn’t quite believe what my eyes were witnessing and was quickly overcome with anxiety at the dreadful sight.

　　　Having done the deed, he turned to face me.

　　“Seems you’re gonna have to streak it home tonight, cunt,” he explained. "This is your punishment for being so disobedient."

　　“No...” I pleaded. “I thought...”

　　“Well, think again!”

　　　With me powerless to do anything about it, he ran out of the alleyway as fast as he could, leaving me standing completely naked and alone in nothing but my heels and accessories.

　　　Covering my cum-covered genitals and erect nipples, I was left standing in the darkness.

　　“I have to get back home to Luke somehow...”

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