Out in the Parking Deck

Elvin is waiting by the time I get up there. I do not need to see his chiseled jaw tense to know he is a motherfucker pissed. Elvin is impatient by nature and perfectly timed to a fault by sheer mechanics. He gives me a precise time to meet him up there, and I am running terribly late. Two minutes to be exact and counting. Seventeen minutes longer than my dominant bull should have to wait on his warm wet boi-cunt. Damn the elevators for acting up! Damn those many flights of stairs dashed up to make up for my slight delay. I am sweating and shivering cold by the blast arctic air that engulfs me. Still, I put on a smile for my stud, pretending to be oblivious to his growing contempt for my tardiness. With every poise step the closer I get to him, envelop in his cheap cologne, the more my feign mien become genuine.

“Bitch!” Here comes the verbal smackdown, him leaning against the car door. Arms folded tight legs cross cockily with a dark shoe on its tip atop the white stripe under the dim fluorescent light. “When I give you a time to show up, I expect your ass to show up on time!”

Bitch, my boy-cunt tingles violently. It naturally grows moist at the harsh sound of his rich deep bass and scolding arrogance.

Most boys cringe at the crass. Evocative of their fathers scolding them for liking cocks wedged down their throats. I am not most boys. Lewd is endearing to my lust, my hole. Mine is quite sensitive right now, waiting on this, waiting on him.

He wags his lone finger and tut-tuts. He sees where my hands are going. I want to touch my ass, my damp lewdness.

I love a man that keeps me in line—under his spell.

“Yes Papa.” I agree pinning my arms back to my side.

His arms come down and he gives a slight smirk that disappears into the murk around us. “At least you know how to follow those orders.”

I bite my inner cheeks. I cannot let him know I am glad I please him in this manner. I pray it is enough to win him over, to make him stay.

Boyfriends of the past have always treated me like the golden goose because I am beautiful and blonde with a thin almost statuesque frame and in exchange for a little slice of tight boi-cunt ever so often they allow me to treat them like shit on the sidewalk while giving me their money. Elvin is of a different breed. He fancies himself a different kind of man. He wants boi-cunt and throat whenever he wants boi-cunt and throat; on his time and on his watch. No room for compromise. Take his demand or leave it.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood, bitch.”

I stifle my grid. I know I must be punished for showing up a minute late much less two. However, I cannot show I am going to enjoy the punishment that is sure to come. But I do. I start to get warm. I get turned on even more than I am standing there in front of him in nothing more than my undershirt and bikini briefs where the rest of my clothes, my belongings, left abandoned near the top of the stairwell.

I tuck my arms into my shirt and remove it showing off my smooth flat torso. Most guys instantly drool at the magnificent sight. Ogle at the possibility of sex, my small perky nipples.

Elvin is different. He is every much unimpressed.

“Tits. What good do they do me?” He uncrosses his legs. He shows me what I do for him when he flashes me the sizeable bulge in his black slacks.

I lick my lips. His cock has left me playing with my boi-cunt in the afterglow of our rendezvous many of nights. I swallow hard in anticipation. I swallow again in sheer clarity. I catch he isn’t in his security uniform tonight. He is wearing a sweater and a necktie, slacks and some really nice dress shoes. He must have something special plan.

“Get over yourself bitch.” Elvin deflates my romantic notions. I know then this getup is meant for her. Jolie, the girl he has been courting for months now. The girl he loves and says he wants to marry someday. Jolie is a fool saving herself for marriage. Elvin is a man with needs that need to be met now! I satisfy such needs every time he comes calling, even at this hour, before the stroke of midnight. “Get to it, bitch. Get to work!”

My boi-cunt pulses. “Yes Papi.”

I let my slip fall and step closer to him. He always chooses the best places out in the urban open for me to do this.  I reach for his belt. He catches my arm before I descend and pulls me in real close.

“Holiday.” Elvin whispers in my ear. This is the safe word for tonight.

New Year’s. Valentines. Memorial Day. Forth of July. Labor Day. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. I rattle in my mind. All holidays.

He gives me a word though there is really no point in remembering it. I don’t need it…but just in case.

He loses his grip. I reach again, further down on his waist this time. I unzip his slacks. His cock is rolling with heat behind his thermal boxer briefs. I get a hold of his cock behind the slit. His cock is big and incredible. It is far from long. It is instead very meaty with a heavy girth, like a rim-wide soda can needing to be gulped. I stroke his chunky cock to his delight and watch a sneaking smile creep behind his mouth. I do not need his facial flex to feel his tip drool across my fingertips.

“Yes, Papa.” I concede. I unbuckle his belt. Even more heat radiates.

I pull down his slacks and his boxer briefs and watch the infamous cock pop out at me like a diving board, stiff and out, while I descend onto my shins.

A vicious chill run through me. The concrete is awful and cold.

I snap back to when the stiffen tube swats me in the face. Left, right, and back against several times over with its slime smearing me.

“Get to work on your job bitch!” Elvin growls.

Bitch. There it goes again. Boi-cunt juices flowing.

Hypnotic, I catch his frank bait in my mouth and receive it hungrily. I steadily lap its continuing milky fizz. I look up at Elvin with a knowing smile knowing that I can never again look at a can of Red Bull the same. There is no effervescent drink like his.

I peel his weighed cock off my lips ever so slowly. I want him to hear it pop out of my mouth, just like he likes it. I kiss the big blunt head and encircle my tongue around the tight foreskin.

Most boys are embarrassed about giving head. Most look for the privacy of four walls. I look for open and apparent with hints of doom and gloom setting the mood. Elvin doesn’t disappoint. He delivers every time. Tonight, he chooses the staff parking deck of where I work. I find my position both scary and hot, knowing at any moment that one of my hospital colleagues might walk up on me giving the second-shift security guard a serious blowjob. I lick in earnest, his heavy balls, the crease of his groin, in grateful gratitude.

“Nah, nah, nah,” Elvin tut-tuts. “I need you to get on it, bitch. Pronto!”

I do like I did before and the many times before that. I swallow his cock as best I can and suck like I am on a mission from the god above. Elvin says if I want to be his bitch that he must treat me like his bitch. “Sweet boys can be dainty with dick. Fags you can throat fuck silly with it. You’re a sweet boy of incredible beauty no doubt, but as my bitch you must truly be a fag at heart.” I learn that day he was right. Sweet boys suck cock as an intimate act. Fags, as he calls them, suck dick like their lives depends on it. He teaches me the way of the fag using his beautiful peppercorn pipe.

His hand is firm against my head. Fingers rake in my head tugging me back and forth on his wiry crotch. He isn’t rough—yet. Elvin is taking his sweet time to get there, building momentum, a sustainable rhythm of lust. His breathing becomes shallow with every aggressive thrust. His body quivers, shaking slightly with the sensation of me sucking him off.

I got the best of him. I laugh in my head.

I feel beyond his lewd labels. I magically adopt my own in the moment, those lewd names, and things I think of lying in bed playing with myself. I am his cocksucking bitch, and I love every second of it and so does my boi-cunt.

Sweat pours off him and mists onto me. He is close. He is too proud to admit it with words, but he is. His cock becomes more rigid.

He refuses I get the best of him this way. He holds my nose closed and rides my face with his thick bludgeon. I gag. I gurgle. He is not quite satisfied. Not even when I bubble back on him with thick sputum.

“C’mon, bitch, suck this dick!” He holds my head against his plunging force. “That’s it! Suck my dick! That’s my bitch! That’s it! Fuck!”

He grunts. He groans. He comes.

I am left to pool and swallow his cock slaver with excess dribbling out of the corners of my mouth. Still, I try my very best to clean up the mess I made.

He takes a deep breath after a long pause, and then growls, “Bitch.”

He wants me on my feet.

I move to them with pubic floss jammed between my teeth. I forget the cold of the concrete until my soles meet them again. Awful cold.

“Knees.” Elvin orders no sooner than he can study the remains of his work painted on my face.

I move back into place. I almost let out a smile. His cock isn’t getting sleepy.

“Belt.”

I pull his belt through its loops and hand it over to him.

He folds it in half and places it on the hood.

“Feet.” He growls loosening his necktie from his collar.

I move back to my feet again. Our eyes don’t have time to meet before he spins me around and in one effortless stroke blindfolds me with his necktie. I heard the belt buckle slide off the hood. I feel his strong hands clasp my shoulder and turn me somewhat. The leather strap strikes my ass quick and hard. I brace the hood in front of me. I know better than to let anything more a muffle yelp.

“Stay there.” He barks.

I feel him take his rightful place behind me.

Elvin is full of surprises. He is an unwavering man taking what he wants when he wants it. I expect that to be my boi-cunt around his cock. I receive two fingers he willfully pushes inside of me instead. I gasp. My boi-cunt and its creamy juices are already saturating his fingers.

“You’ve been ready for this all day, huh?”

He moves his fingers seductively, taking his sweet precious time roaming around down there. I tingle. I am awash in embarrassment. Already I hear his fingers and my juices making a wet sloshing noise. I am opening. I am so enraptured at his touch I am almost caught off guard by his transition from those fingers to his thumb caressing the edge of my prostate. He moves his thumb further in. I clench my teeth as he finds an even more wonderful spot up there to toy with. 

I shudder. I want to be for it. I don’t. I can’t. I already drunk his load and let him blindfold me in a dark parking lot.

“Difficult bitch, huh?” He slaps my ass with his hands. One smack louder than the other and the other and then another…then another.

“Oh god!” I finally concede when he reaches with his lewd hand from my crack down to pat my sloppy wet boi-cunt. “Papa, I need your dick up in me!”

He pretends not to hear me. I hear a stifle of my own cry whip around the concrete corner.

“Keep leaned. Rise a little. Arms over to the sides.” Elvin commands.

I oblige.

I am caught between standing and falling. I wait. I hear the snap of leather come around me and straddles my waist. He pushes me forward, giving me permission to brace the hood again. Palms down the precise moment he enters me.

Oh. Oh shit!

Elvin is neither gentle nor kind as he is a man on the take ploughing invasion. He makes sure I take the girth of his full circumference and the incredible inches that follows suit. He holds me steady with his belt. I feel full, tight. With every second, my juices become my friend. He becomes easier for my boi-cunt to digest. I puff a sigh of relief. My walls, my gush push him out. He shifts and takes control again. He rides me. I moan, and he continues pounding. Tears swell my eyes. Roars escape my throat. I come. I come. I can’t take it no more! Oh god!

“Holiday” races across my mind finally. The forbidden word.

“Do you feel you need a ‘holiday,’ bitch?” Elvin bucks harder reading my mind.

His pace is fierce. I claw the hood, bracing for another shattering orgasm. It is metal and paint and screeches and scrapes as I try.

I come a third time, stronger than the first two come. He grunts violently.

“I can’t hold off! I can’t hold off! Oh, bitch!”

There goes my boi-cunt again. Lewd it’s “on” word. Wet isn’t even a viable synonym anymore. He drops the belt and steadies my waist for balance.

He growls a guttural cry. I hear a small thud where my juices and his come meet.

We pant and sweat and eventually get back to the cold and drab surrounding us. Elvin pulls out and pulls up his pants.

He smacks my ass once more for the road. “Grab your keys and nothing else.”

I look back at him casually fixing himself back up.

I walk over there to the stairwell. I grab my keys out of my pocket and nothing else and come back to my car which he is still leaning against. He moves aside so I can climb in. I want to sit there and look at him. He disappears up the slope before I get a chance. I start up my car. I feel his cum oozing out of me onto my driver’s seat. I smile. I look forward to keeping him waiting longer next time. I like having a man like him so whipped.