Take This Seat
“May I take this seat?” he asked me, and I couldn’t help but to let out a little whimper of desire.
“Oh yes. Yes, please do,” I said, sounding way too eager for a girl in a crowded cafe offering the chair across from her. Just the way he phrased it gave me a thrill of desire.
I was studying for my semester finals at a cafe near my college; I was in my third year there and school was going well. Studying had been going well and I was almost finished, but then I felt an intense and unusual pulse of distraction: a sudden, desperate need to be sodomized.
He was approaching me when I felt it. He had a little device in his hand, like a garage door remote control or something, and he had just pointed it vaguely in my direction and clicked it, I think. I hadn’t been paying attention to him, really: I was lost in studies. I’ve learned to ignore random guys staring at me; it happens often enough and just sort of seems like part of the background of what happens when you study in crowds. It’s not that I’m offended by it, really, as long as a guy isn’t too rude or creepy about it. It’s just that I’m not interested. I’ve got a wonderful steady boyfriend, and I’m just not interested in strangers trying to seduce me.
At least, I never had been before.
The man himself was big—a massive muscular hulk of a man, actually. He was old, too—maybe in his late forties, maybe even fifty, so probably twenty-five or thirty years older than me. He wasn’t particularly ugly or particularly handsome, and he was dressed in jeans and a sweater. Short haircut, thick boots. If I had seen him in a crowd any other day, I wouldn’t have noticed him.
But just as I got this aching for anal sex, he approached me with a question about “taking my seat” and my imagination ran wild. I needed a cock, and badly. I was suddenly very much looking forward to my boyfriend Gregory coming over to my place tonight, and making plans to jump him.
The man put his little clicker back in his pocket and sat down. I found myself wondering if I had the patience to wait for my date with Greg, and looking at the man across from me to see if maybe he would do.
He was looking right back at me. I closed my textbook and set it down.
“Actually, why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap instead?” he said confidently.
I practically jumped out of my chair. It sounded like the most amazing idea possible. I smoothed down my skirt and sat across his lap, with an arm around the back of his shoulders. He had an erection. I could feel the bulge against my ass cheek and I wanted to wiggle against it. I was trying to ignore the fact that this was getting a little odd.
He wrapped a big arm around my waist, and with his other hand he brushed some hair away from my face to expose my ear. It felt like such an intimate, gentle gesture. A possessive gesture, even. But I loved it and I leaned in toward him so that he could whisper to me.
“Will this be your first time?” he asked. I felt my body squeeze up and tense and relax into him again. What did he mean by that? Was he thinking about the same thing I was?
“Mmm?” I asked, a little incoherently. I knew what he meant, or I hoped he did, but I felt ridiculous just assuming.
“Have you been fucked up the ass before?” he whispered into my ear, lips lightly brushing against my ear. I shuddered in pleasure. Yes, I was definitely his for the taking. And the way he phrased that just sounded so good. The words struck a chord in my mind.
He gave a warm little squeeze of a hug as I shuddered and I felt reassured. I leaned over to his ear and whispered back to him, nervously.
“Um, my boyfriend Greg and I tried it once, but it didn’t really, you know, work,” I said, and oh, I felt ridiculous. I was scared that he’d lose interest when I mentioned having a boyfriend. Here I was, totally throwing myself at this guy, and then I told him I had a boyfriend.
I was relieved that he didn’t seem bothered by that. He brushed my hair off my ear again, which I thought meant that he was going to whisper something, but instead he just nibbled on my earlobe. My free hand clutched down on his thigh and I had to suppress a squeal.
“Will we have privacy at your place, or should we do it in the bathroom here?” he asked.
I have never seen a guy be so forward, but this time I really liked it.
“Mmm, why not do both?” I said out loud. I was worried that people around us might notice, but they didn’t seem to. Cafes are busy places, I guess. Thank goodness.
“I like the way you think,” he said, then he patted the side of my ass a little and leaned back to disentangle himself. I stood up off him so that he could stand up and we walked to the bathroom hand in hand. We left my textbooks on the table, totally forgotten, which is not at all like me.
There wasn’t any line for the bathroom, which is good because that would have been way too embarrassing. The cafe had two one-person unisex bathrooms, and we slipped into one. I hoped no one saw us, but didn’t care either way.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked quietly when we got inside, but he just chuckled and ignored the question. I always covered up with Greg.
He pulled out his phone and pointed the camera lens toward me. “Here, stand over there in the light and undress slow, I want to get good pictures.”
I felt nervous about that, but I did what he said. I made a few sexy poses fully clothed and let him take pictures, then I pulled my shirt over my head and let him take a few more. I pushed my chest out so that my tits would look nice, and smiled at the camera.
“These aren’t going to wind up on the Internet or anything, are they?” I asked with a smile, trying to keep a playful flirtatious tone. He ignored that question too and took a few more pictures. I took off my skirt and let him take a few underwear shots.
“Turn around,” he said, “I want to get a few of that ass.”
Oh, I liked that. Any time he was thinking about my ass was a good thing. I turned around and leaned my forearms against the wall and pushed my ass out a little so he could get a better view.
Some part of me was screaming out what a terrible idea this all was. I didn’t know this guy’s name, even. I had a boyfriend. If those pictures ended up on the Internet, some future employer or something might find them. Someone could steal my textbooks out there. The guy didn’t even have condoms. I didn’t even know his name! What the hell was I doing?
Some other part of me, though, was absolutely crawling with sexual frustration. I liked doing what this guy told me to do, but when was he going to stop taking pictures and start fucking me?
I turned around and took off my bra, giving the camera a flirty little pout as I ran a hand through my hair. I let him take a few more pictures before I slid down my panties. He snapped one or two of me, in the middle of taking them off, looking up at him nervously. Hey, no fair, wait for me to pose, I thought, but I didn’t say anything.
I dropped my arms to my sides and faced him, offering up my body, fully nude. I felt vulnerable and nervous and eager.
“Nice,” he said, “Now play with yourself a little.”
I touched my pussy and squeaked out a little sexy moan, surprised by how intense it felt. I felt my pelvis tense up a little as I leaned against the wall behind me and rubbed my clitoris. I was really slick and wet down there, and I was getting even more aroused watching the bulge in his pants as he took a few more pictures of me masturbating.
“Nice,” he said, which made me happy.
Then, he said something that made me even happier. “Okay, come kneel over here and suck me off.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants as I knelt in front of him. I ignored how cold the tiles were on my bare knees and focused on his cock as he pulled it free from his jeans.
His cock was definitely bigger than Greg’s, and visibly veiny, and uncut. I had never seen an uncircumcised penis before that, but I didn’t have much time to consider it because he put a big hand on the back of my head and guided me toward him. I opened my mouth to take in his cock and he thrust it slowly along my tongue. I started to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, but then he kept pushing his cock deeper down my mouth, down my throat. I tried not to gag or bite his cock or anything.
This wasn’t, strictly, what I was looking for. I wanted him to fuck my ass, not my throat. But I was kind of used to the idea that you give a guy a blowjob a little as foreplay before he fucks you. Greg typically needed a little help getting hard, and it was nice to get him worked up. This guy was already rock hard, but he was so dominant I was just getting used to doing what he said.
Thankfully he didn’t keep his cock down my throat for too long or I would have choked on it. He slid it nearly all the way out of my mouth and then back in again. I cupped his balls with my free hand and brushed my tits up against his legs.
After a little while, his breathing was getting heavy and ragged. I was worried that he’d come in my mouth instead of my ass.
“Look up at me and ask me for what you want,” he growled.
I slid my mouth off his cock and replaced it with my hand, stroking him while I looked up at him, trying to give my best sweet, obedient expression. “Will you please fuck me up the ass, sir?” I asked him.
He smiled and stroked my hair. “Stand up and bend over the sink.”
I felt a little dizzy as I stood up, and started to feel a little more confused.
“Hey,” I asked suspiciously as I leaned my elbows against the sink, “How did you know I wanted this so bad? What’s, you know, what’s going on here?”
He gave another little contemptuous chuckle. “Does it matter?” he asked me.
“Well, yeah,” I said, spreading my legs out wider to give him better access to my asshole.
He put one hand on each of my hips, then tilted the angle of my body more toward the way he wanted it.
“Which would would you rather, an answer, or my cock inside you?” he asked me with a taunting tone.
I could only moan. He knew the answer already.
But he took me by surprise. Instead of my asshole, he pressed his slickened cock up against the entrance to my vagina.
“Hey!” I said, suddenly angry and defensive. I pulled away from him and started to stand up a little, “Not there! I’m not on the pill!”
“Relax, little bitch. I just need to lube up a little. Now bend over again and get ready.”
“Oh,” I said, as if that explained everything, but it was enough excuse that I found myself settling back down onto the sink.
He penetrated me. I let him. And I let out another low growly moan of pleasure as I did.
Greg had been my first guy, and we always used condoms, and once I got comfortable with it, I loved having sex with Greg. This felt really different, though: the skin against skin felt more intimate, somehow, even though I didn’t know this guy at all. What’s more, this stranger was bigger, and I could really feel the difference. I felt like he was forcing me open a little, widening my tight little cunt to accommodate him.
I felt my pussy slicken as he stroked in and out a little. I heard another gasp escape my lungs and I wondered idly if people outside could hear me.
He pushed in as far as he could, tensing his body against me, gripping my hips tightly. I felt a little sore, just because he was pushed a little too deep, but I couldn’t help but to groan again. I felt overfull and a little shivery, but also intensely stimulated.
He slid out of me easily, his prick now well lubricated from my juices. I wondered, idly, which hole he’d shove his cock into next. Any of them were open to him.
Well, he finally chose my ass. I was worried that it would be difficult, that his cock wouldn’t fit, or that it would hurt. None of those were a problem, really.
It wasn’t difficult: he just took me roughly and quickly. His cock wouldn’t fit: he just forced his cock inside me anyway. And it definitely did hurt: I just really liked it and wanted more.
It was like a dive into a cold swimming pool on a hot summer day, or like getting the perfect food you’ve been craving all day. There was just one thing that would satisfy me—a man’s cock up my asshole—and now I’d gotten it.
To say that I came would be an understatement. My body shook, and I could barely hear my own grunting and moaning. I started cumming the moment he pushed his way inside me, but then I found that the orgasm wasn’t ending or even slowing down. I felt my cunt muscles contract and relax rhythmically. I felt his body above mine, his hands on my hips, he cock thrusting into me and out of me.
I felt used, and rightfully so. He fucked me deeply and roughly— I barely maintained consciousness, and my knees felt weak and shaky, and my body was tense and quivering. He pushed me forward a little bit with each thrust, and as my face pressed up against the bathroom mirror, I saw my own expression: slacked-jawed and overwhelmed with rapture, moaning open-mouthed, barely conscious, totally lost in the sensation.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I heard myself shouting loudly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had doubt doubt that people in the cafe could hear me, “Fuck my ass! Oh, fuck it! Yes! Oh, take my ass! Fuck! Fuck! YES! YES!”
When he came inside me, I felt like I was going to crash into the floor, crumpled down in helpless ecstasy. He filled me up with his come, his whole body tensed up with pleasure, but he was still silent, even while I shivered and shouted and shook.
“Not bad,” he said as he pulled his cock out of my ass. I slumped down halfway to my knees, my knees buckling under me.
“Th- Thank you, sir,” I said sincerely, only realizing after I’d said it that it was pretty odd for me to call him sir.
He stepped back and zipped up.
“Alright, shall we head back to your place for some more, slut?”
“Yes, please, sir,” I whimpered in reply. I didn’t think I could take any more of this, but I sure couldn’t refuse to try.
“Get dressed and follow me,” he commanded.
I wanted to ask him about grabbing my textbooks, but he didn’t seem to care about those, so why should I?
I hastily threw my clothes on. He seemed to enjoy watching.
As we left the bathroom, dozens of people looked up at us. There was a moment of silence as they watched us, not sure what to do with this brazen, awkward moment.
Then they all erupted into laughter and applause. I felt my face grow hot from my deep red blushing, and felt a swelling embarrassment. I found myself starting to cry a little from exposure and shame at all their lascivious cheers.
Then the guy came out behind me. He wasn’t concerned at all—he actually took a bow from the applause.
“Thanks, everyone. I hope you enjoyed our little show in there. I know I did.”
They laughed and applauded some more.
“Well, have a great night everyone,” he said to the cafe crowd, “I’m taking this bitch home to fuck her some more.”
I could have just died right there, drowned in their applause. We walked out of the cafe, him proud and fearless, me blushing and embarrassed and humiliated. I had to walk a little bowlegged, because of the rough treatment my ass had just received. A few people noticed that, too, and laughed.
I didn’t look back, though: I was hand-in-hand with this intimate, dominant stranger, leading him to my house to use my body some more, trying to ignore the future consequences of what I’d just done with this stranger. It didn’t matter what the consequences were; I was his for the taking. He could have my seat whenever and wherever he wanted.