Otis (19 page)

“Otis,” I said through my teeth as I peered over my shoulder and along the path.

He promptly walked around the entrance, to the bench he had placed on the grass, and plopped me down on the bench.

“Lay down flat, and they won’t see you,” he said as he pointed toward the shrubbery behind us.

I glanced to the side, and although I was able to see the concrete structure, I couldn’t see the pathway hidden by the shrubs and flowers.

“If people walk by, they’ll see us,” I whispered.

As he shook his head from side-to-side, he reached under my dress and grabbed the waist of my panties. Somewhat reluctantly, I lowered my shoulders to the bench and hoisted my ass from the concrete, allowing him to freely pull the panties off.

“Put your feet up on the bench and spread your knees apart,” he said in an almost demanding tone.

“I’m not going to show the entire park my twat, Otis,” I snapped back as I clenched my knees together.

He pressed his hands down in between my thighs and spread my legs against what little resistance I was able to provide.

“The park isn’t going to see your twat, Sam. They’ll see the back of my head buried in your twat.
Now spread your legs
,” he growled.

“Oh dear God,” I sighed as I eagerly flopped my legs to the side.

There weren’t enough people in the entire world to keep me from letting Otis lick my pussy; even if we were in public. It was one of the many things he did
extremely
well. As I closed my eyes and gripped the sides of the concrete bench in my hands, I heard a couple walk past us, talking as they enjoyed the beautiful view of the flowers along the path.

As I felt the sides of his head between my thighs, I inhaled a shallow breath in anticipation of what was certain to come. As his tongue slowly licked from the bottom of my pussy to the top, I exhaled sharply.

His tongue began flicking against my clit, sending me into a frenzy of flinching with each touch of the tip of his tongue against my swollen nub. I sank my teeth into my lower lip, hopefully preventing me from howling out a moan of pleasure into the busy park.

I raised my shoulders from the bench, resting on my elbows as his finger began to slide in and out of my wetness. As he continued to lick my pussy and nibble my clit with his soft lips, I stared down between my legs in shock.

This was only the beginning.

And as long as we didn’t get caught, it was certain to be a long and very pleasurable night.

SAM

“The next time you try and squirm away from me, I’m going to slap that ass of yours so hard the entire park comes over here,” he said between his teeth in a harsh tone.

He’d been fucking me from behind while I was bent over the park bench with my dress around my neck. My bra and panties were beside the bench in the grass, and the cold concrete against my bare boobs reminded me of when he used to fuck me in my mother’s back yard, adding to the sensuality of it all. Allowing Otis to fuck me however he wanted was a specialty of mine, but being quiet and holding still weren’t necessarily my forte.

As the sound of his hips pounding against my ass rang throughout the entrance of the Shakespeare Garden, I bit into my lower lip so hard it began to bleed. I gripped the edges of the bench and lifted my chest from the bench, along my nipples to barely graze against the edge of the cold concrete.

The consistent sound of not so distant voices kept my level of excitement elevated and provided an assurance my pussy wasn’t going to dry up anytime soon.

My eyes naturally rolled back into my head as my overly sensitive nipples danced along the top of the concrete bench. The sensation was almost too much for me to bear. Although my pussy wasn’t ready for his thick cock a few weeks before, the excitement of him fucking me in the park combined with actually seeing people walk past as we did so caused my pussy to become a wet and very willing receptacle for his swollen rod.

As his balls slapped against my clit for the thousandth time, I released my lip and groaned into the late evening air. One more thrust, and I made a feeble attempt to escape as his cock pounded deep into me, pressing my thighs into the end of the bench.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he growled.

“Still,” I heaved.

“Stay…”

“Still…”

He bent over, forcing his chest into my back and pressing me against the cool concrete slab. As he ground his face into the side of mine, he breathed into my ear.

“And fucking quiet,” he whispered.

The warm air that escaped from his lips caused me to shudder. As goosebumps rose along my left arm, he lifted his chest from my back and slapped my ass with the palm of his hand. As I felt his cock slide from my ever so wanting pussy, I gasped as I turned around.

“Don’t stop, I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” I begged.

I watched in utter horror as he pulled his jeans up and over his still stiff cock. As he buckled his belt and narrowed his eyes, I stood and sadly pulled down my dress. He pressed his hands into his hips glared at me for a few seconds and eventually crossed his arms and sighed loudly.

“Don’t fucking move, Sam. Sit right there, out of fucking sight,” he demanded as he turned away.

“But…” I began.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

In what was no more than a matter of seconds, but seemed to be an eternity, I sat nervously - hidden by the shrubbery - and waited as I heard a hint of his voice as he was talking to someone. Although he wasn’t within my range of vision, he didn’t sound like he was very far away. Another male voice I didn’t recognize appeared to be talking to him. After a few seconds, the voices became closer, clear, and more distinct. As Otis came around the corner of the entrance another much younger man followed. Shocked, I stood from my seat.

“Sit the fuck down,” Otis demanded.

“Dude…” the other man said as we made eye contact.

Before he had a chance to continue, Otis interrupted him, “Just shut the fuck up for a minute, before I slap the shit out of you.”

The man, who appeared to be a hipster in his early twenties, stood immediately behind Otis, attempting to peer over his shoulder. As Otis stepped to the side, the tall, thin, bearded youngster stood in apparent shock staring at me.

“She’s my girlfriend, there’s nothing funny going on, other than we’re a couple of sexual weirdos. All you’re going to do is hold her down,” Otis explained.

“Otis!” I hissed in a loud whisper.

He crossed his arms and sighed harshly as he shook his head, “I’m not going to warn you again, Sam.”

As I gazed beyond him and focused on the tall thin man, the thought of him holding me down while Otis fucked me caused me to writhe where I stood in anticipated pleasure. If anyone could pull it off, Otis could.

“Dude, I’m not…” the thin hipster began.

Otis turned to face him.

“Name’s not Dude, it’s Otis. Do I look like a guy you want to argue with?” Otis asked as he flexed his biceps and flared his chest.

The thin man shook his head, “Uhhm, no. No, you sure don’t.”

“Look at it this way. It’ll give you something to tell your buddies about,” Otis paused and turned to face me.

“Pull your dress up and bend over, Sam. Just like you were a minute ago,” Otis sighed as he reached for his belt.

“But I had my dress up on my…” I began to explain.

He released his belt and glared at me as if I were frustrating him to no end, “Just. Like. You. Were.”

I turned around and pulled my dress to my shoulders, exposing my entire naked backside to the stranger. Instantly, my pussy began to tingle. The sensation was an entirely new one, and brought a level of pleasure to my mind that was incapable of compare. For the sole purpose of entertainment, I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed my two middle fingers along the length of my dripping wet pussy.

Half bent over, I turned to the side, exposing my breasts to the stranger. As he gawked in obvious pleasure, I shifted my eyes to his crotch and held my gaze. As the seconds quickly passed, his bulge became more apparent.

“Look babe. My pussy’s a mess,” I said as I raised my soaked hand, hoping to excite the stranger even more.

“Go over there and hold her shoulders down,” Otis demanded as he pointed to the far end of the bench from where he stood.

Still standing a few feet behind Otis, the man began with his best effort to talk his way out of the awkward situation, “I uhhm, I really don’t think she needs me to do…”

“Tell you what. What’s your name again?” Otis growled.

“Alan,” the man answered.

Peering over my shoulder, I was enjoying the show in its entirety. Now standing with a full-fledged hard-on, Alan was obviously uncomfortable. The entire situation to me was nothing short of insanity, but with Otis involved, nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. As my swollen pussy continued to send shock waves up and down my torso, I waited for Otis to respond.

“Tell you what, Alan. You either go grab her by the shoulders and hold her down on that bench or I’m going to just knock your skinny little ass out right now. How’s that sound?” Otis said flatly.

“Sounds like I’m going to hold her down,” he said as he pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch.

As Alan walked in front of me, I straightened my stance slightly, showing him a full view of my perky boobs. As his eyes locked on my chest, I slowly reached for them, fully suspecting Otis to tell me to stop.

Well, until you say something…

I grasped my boobs in my hands and began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples as Alan stood and stared. As I heard the clanking sound of Otis’ belt buckle, I turned and glanced over my shoulder. His pants now around his thighs, it was pretty apparent he was as excited as I was. His stiff cock stood at attention, pointing up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. As I watched it twitch, I released my right boob, stood more erect, and stuck my first two fingers into my pussy.

“Turn around, you horny little bitch,” Otis demanded.

I turned away from Otis, and while still standing half erect, pulled my fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth while Alan watched in absolute shock.

“Now, Alan, you do what I tell you to, and nothing more. You understand?” Otis asked from behind me.

“Uhhm yeah. Sure,” Alan nodded nervously.

“You’ll be fine,” I whispered.

“Bend over Sam,” Otis sighed.

I bent over the bench and pressed my tits onto the now very cool concrete. It wasn’t quite dark outside, but it was getting closer and closer with each passing minute. The sun had already set, and although there wasn’t any need for additional lighting to see, it was clearly almost dusk.

As Otis spread my ass cheeks and slid his fat cock into my sopping wet pussy, I gripped the edges of the concrete slab beneath me.

“Grab her shoulders and hold her down,” Otis demanded.

Alan placed his hands against my shoulders lightly. The mere touch of his hands against my skin while Otis fucked me was enough to send me over the edge, but I wanted more. The thought of him holding me against my will was even more exciting. To test my theory, I raised my chest from the bench and began to turn my shoulders toward Otis.

“God damn it,” Otis bellowed as he released one of his hands from my hips.

“
Hold her down
!” he shouted.

Alan’s hands pressed against my shoulders. I resisted considerably, and he pressed harder – forcing my breasts flat against the bench. As Otis continued to pound himself into me, I glanced up at Alan’s stiff cock and stared. I didn’t want Alan to play a part in what we doing from a
sexual
standpoint, but knowing he was just some stranger - and that he was not only watching Otis fuck me - but participating in it…

My tingling pussy stuffed full of Otis’ swollen dick, his hips slapping a rhythmic beat against my ass, the lingering aroma of the flowers, being fucked in public, and Alan’s hands against my shoulders were simply too much. My entire body began to tingle, from my ever-so-dripping pussy to my nipples and back, I trembled like I had been left naked in a snow drift.

My pussy began to clench around Otis’ cock. I bit into my lip, and after a few seconds, began to release an orgasm from the absolute depth of whatever hell the big one’s come from. I released my lip and moaned like a wolf howling at the moon.

“You noisy little bitch. Let her go, Alan,” Otis hollered.

“Turn around Sam,” Otis demanded.

Oh well, fuck it.

As Alan released my shoulders, I stood from the bench, pulled my dress from my shoulders, and tossed it into the grass beside the bench. As a few distant voices added to the excitement of it all, I waited for my instructions.

“Knees,” Otis sighed as he pointed at the ground in front of him.

I lowered myself to the ground and began to squeeze my tits in my hands. 

“Grab her head and force her to suck my cock,” Otis bellowed.

Fuck yes. I love it.

“I uhhm, I…” Alan stammered.

“Grab her fucking head and shove my cock down her throat,” Otis growled as he stood in front of me stroking his shiny stiff cock.

As I felt Alan’s hands against the back of my head, I resisted, pushing with all my might against him. This, over and above all, excited me greatly. The thought of a stranger making me suck Otis cock was beyond sensual. A word to describe what I felt in anticipation of what was going to happen hadn’t even been invented yet.

As Alan’s hands pressed against the back of my head, I glanced upward toward Otis. He gazed down at me, grinned, and interlocked his fingers. I opened my mouth further as he raised his arms and positioned his hands behind his head, arching his back as he did so. Still wanting to resist, but with his twitching cock now forced into my face, I leaned forward slightly. I desperately wanted Otis’ cock in my mouth. As he pushed forward, forcing the tip past my lips, I eagerly accepted it into my wet mouth. To make the situation work out to both Otis’ and my advantage, I pushed myself, swallowing almost every inch of his length, held it for a few seconds, and pulled my head rearward quickly, falsely gasping for air as I did so.

As soon as my mouth released the tip of his cock, I glanced upward, knowing full well he’d take care of Alan.

“God damn you, Alan. Make her deep throat my cock. You fuck this up, and I’ll beat you senseless,” Otis barked.

Voices along the path became more and more distinct. As they became close enough to understand what they were saying, Alan’s hand grabbed my hair and began forcing me onto Otis cock like a jackhammer.

Truly gagging and coughing slobber from my mouth as Alan shoved my throat full of cock, my eyes began to water. As slobber dripped from my mouth and along the shaft of Otis’ dick, I reached up and cupped his soaked balls in my hand.

As I rubbed and played with his slippery balls, I closed my eyes and became lost in the smell, sounds of voices, and Alan’s incessant slamming of my head onto Otis’ cock. With his cock deep in my throat, I felt as if I was going to either puke or die from lack of oxygen. I released his balls and slapped my hands against his thighs, hoping for a little relief.

As I prepared to pass out, Otis pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped for air and opened my eyes at the same time Otis barked out his final order.

“Hold her head still,” he grunted as he stroked his fat cock.

Within a matter of seconds, much to my complete satisfaction, Otis began to cum all over my face, tits, stomach, and mouth. As the warm cum droplets landed against my face, I reached for my pussy, moaning with pleasure. When he finally stopped ejaculating and stood still, I moaned a moan of newfound pleasure. With my fingers knuckle deep in my pussy, I extended my tongue and licked what cum from my face I was able to reach.