I looked at my watch and I saw that it was already two a.m. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem since I like partying until dawn but I was a bit tired tonight. Sleep was something that my body seemed to be craving more than sex-not that there was a shortage of people, from both genders, that I considered as potential bed partners at the party.

I went over to Katya, who was over at the bar with Jaycee. I tapped her on the shoulder and told her, "I'm ducking out for the night, guys."

Katya turned with a smile on her face. "Just got lucky?" she asked. Jaycee was looking at me with a mischievous smile of her own. "Nope," I told them. "I think I need to sleep early today. I'm tired." Katya understood. She knew I'd been busy with my video shoot, tapings, and all the other work I had to do. "Okay, I'll tell the others that you went on home," she told me. "You want me to drive you home?" Jaycee offered. "No, thanks," I said. I wanted her to enjoy herself; she deserved it after her latest movie became a hit. "Live it up-you're a big star now, remember, Jayce?" Jaycee laughed at that. "Not as nig as you, Asia. You sure?"

"Yeah. I'd better leave while I can still drive."

"If a cop stops you, you can always find a way out of it, right?" Katya said. We shared another laugh at that one. I get along well with the girls and that's a good thing, considering as how some of us were a bit, shall we say, temperamental.

I kissed Katya and then Jaycee on the cheek. "See you tomorrow, guys," I told them.

"Text me when you get home, okay?" Katya called after me.

I flashed her a thumbs-up to assure her that I would. I made my way past the crowd towards the door and then exited the bar. The night air was sweet as I breathed it into my lungs to clear them of the smoke-filled atmosphere of the bar. I still smoke myself but it's a habit I'm trying to kick. Nowadays, I don't really smoke unless I'm with a people who do and even then I try not to go beyond maybe three or four cigarettes.

I walked towards the parking lot where I had left my car. The good spots closest to the bar had been filled up early so I had no choice. Anyway, the exercise would help clear the buzz in my head from the drinks I'd indulged in during the party. Hopefully, by the time I got to my car, I could drive steadily enough to pass for sober. If I wasn't feeling pooped, I'd have taken a guy into the restroom and indulged in my favorite way of taking the edge of an alcoholic buzz. Oh, well, maybe some other time. Maybe I could even ask Katya or Jaycee or one of the other girls to come over tomorrow for a little hair of the dog-the female dog.

I started to think of who I was going to try to get into the sack with me. Jaycee was tops on my list since she was riding high on that first adult movie of hers. And I did admire her willingness to do those sex scenes, simulated though they may have been. Jenny was another candidate-she pulled off her role as a fourteen-year-old in Jaycee's movie real well. Maybe she'd agree to dress up as a schoolgirl…

I was contemplating the fun I'd have getting it on with Jenny and Jaycee when I someone grabbed me from behind. A hand was clamped over my mouth and something hard was stuck into the small of my back.

"I'm not going to hurt you but please don't make any trouble," a voice-a guy, from the sound of it-said. He brought me bodily to a nearby alleyway. There was a light there, not too bright but enough to see me by as he shoved me under nnit, against a wall.

"Don't turn around until I tell you to, okay?" he said. I was mentally berating myself for getting into this kind of situation and wondering what it was he wanted when I felt his hand leave my mouth and cup my left breast.

Well, at least I knew what he wanted.

"I saw you at the party. I wanted to talk to you but there were so many guys surrounding you. When I saw you leaving, I figured, fuck it, I'd take my chances." As he spoke, he squeezed my breast gently while doing the same thing to my butt. I had to admit, I was starting to get hot. Not that I wanted to be raped or anything but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't fantasize about somebody having their way with me. And now this guy was starting to do just that, and in public too-well, as public as an alleyway could be. That was two fantasies in one.

I made up my mind right away. He hadn't taken my purse away from me. My phone was there and so was a can of military-grade Mace that an admirer had given me as a present. If worse came to worst, I pretty much had an idea how to distract him long enough to get out of this jam.

"Yeah?" I replied. "Well, looks like you're doing good with your chance so far."

That got him more active. His hand began pinching my left nipple-that felt good, whether or not I liked it and I did-while his other hand was inside my skirt and grabbing at my buttock. His lips touched the back of my neck. I could smell his cologne-it was nice and from the way he spoke English, maybe he was at the party, one of the conos who usually attended. Plus, he was nervous. That meant he was still young, a college kid maybe.

The hand inside my skirt took hold of the waistband of my thong and began to pull at it as if to take it off. His other hand was trying to take my top off.

"Let me help you," I told him. I surreptitiously dropped my purse on top of a stack of boxes next to us. He didn't notice. I expertly slipped off my top-it was just a short tube and dropped it over my purse to cover it. Then I took his hand and put it back on my breast. I heard him whisper "shit" when he discovered that I had no bra. I smiled despite the precariousness of the situation.

Next to come off was my miniskirt. I dropped it on top of my top. His hand didn't need guiding. It found the crotch of my thong immediately and began to fondle my pussy. That felt good and I let him know it with a short gasp.

His left hand was now alternately mashing my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. Meanwhile, his hand was inside my thong as he tried to insert a finger into my pussy. I reached behind me and found his crotch and felt the bulge straining against his pants. I held it as best as I could and rubbed it, feeling it getting bigger.

"You want my cock so badly, Asia? I'll give it to you," he said. "Kneel, you horny bitch." Typical college-kid tough talk but a bit of a turn-on anyway. I knelt, thinkg that I could see his face just in case I needed to ID him in a lineup but he grabbed my hair and kept my head level with his crotch.

"Don't fucking look at me. Just pay attention to my cock, bitch." His pants were open and he was bringing his tool out of his boxer shorts-SpongeBob boxer shorts, oh, my, must be a gift from his girlfriend or his mother-and began to stroke it once it was free. From the look of it, it was five and a half inches and thick.

"Suck it, bitch," he growled but I didn't need the hint. I braced myself with my left hand on his hip and gripped his shaft with my right hand. I began to jerk him off, slowly at first. I felt him quiver and he looked up, gasping, whispering, "oh, fuck, oh, fuck" like he'd never had a handjob before. That was my cue to stroke him faster and grip him tighter.

"Fuck, fuck!" were his next words as I did just that. He was obviously enjoying the experience but he still held onto me by my hair. Time to give him what he was asking for, I figured. My tongue came out and lapped at the tip of hic cock and he let out a choked cry. I whispered up to him, "Not so loud! Someone might hear us!" "I'm sorry, Asia, just go ahead, but it feels so good…" he replied. "Really?" I licked his cock down from the tip to the top and sides of the shaft, to the base, then to the bottom of his shaft. From there, I licked his balls and began to butterfly-kiss my way back up to his swollen little head. He was swearing softly to himself by that point. That's when I took his cock head into my mouth, sucking and licking it gently. I sucked and licked my way down to the base of his cock. When all of it was inside my mouth, I played my tongue on it first. His grip on my hair tightened and he thrust his hips forward, nearly sending his tool into my throat-not that I wasn't used to that.

I started to blow him in earnest. Suck, lick, deep suck-that was what I did and did it ever turn him on. "Shit, shit, shit, shit…" was all he could say. After several minutes, he pulled my head off his cock and told me to stand up. He backed me against the wall; knowing what he was up to, I took off my thong and cast it with my other clothes. He then rammed his cock inside me, trying to get it all in with one thrust but not quite making it. He had to take two more thrusts. Once he was in, he grabbed my hands, pinned them to the wall, and began humping me. It hurt at first since he hadn't lubricated me properly but I had been fingering myself while blowing him so the pain didn't last too long. He also tried to suck on my tits so I stuck them forward to make it easy for him. Again, he started with my left nipple and then my right. Left, right, left, right-like a windshield wiper. Not that he was that concerned with making sure I enjoyed myself but it was kind of nice anyway.

After a while, he let go of my hands and then lifted up one of my legs, followed by the other. He put them around his waist as best as he could and hung onto the small of my back. He kept humping all the while. I held on to the wall, found that there was nothing to hold on to, so I held onto his neck. His thrusts got deeper and faster and harder. I thought he was finally going to cum but then he put my legs down.

"Turn around, Asia," he told me. Well, since he was being polite calling me by my name, I obliged him. With no further adieu, he began to doggystyle me. I felt myself getting pressed against the wall by his thrusts. Now this felt better. I checked the street and saw no one passing by. The party probably wasn't over yet. That was bad news if this guy wanted to do something bad to me but it didn't seem that way now. He was more concerned with getting himself off than committing any mayhem upon me. I

I was getting into the swing of things, so to speak, and even moaning a little when he withdrew his cock. I thought he was done but then he steadied my hips and aimed a little upward. Hmmm…what's this? I asked myself. The head of his cock bumped up against my butthole. I got the picture. He was trying to buttfuck me but he couldn't get it in, even if he was wet.

"You got a condom?" I asked him.

"Huh? Yeah, Asia, why?" he replied.

"Use it. It's lubricated so you can enter my back door easier."

He rummages through his pockets quickly and found what he needed. It took him two tries to put it on because he was nervous-he was scanning the street too, looking for anyone who might break up our little party. Once it was on, I steadied myself and waited for him to come in. It took a while and it hurt a little. I hadn't been reamed in the ass for a while. But eventually, he was inside. He gripped my hips and began to pump fast, not even waiting for my butthole to adjust to the presence of his cock. Oh, well-even the slight pain was a turn-on.

I closed my eyes and felt his cock sliding in and out of my ass. One of my hands fondled my breasts and then went down to finger my pussy. If he noticed, he didn't let on. He was too busy fucking my butt.

A few minutes later, I heard him say "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Asia, I'm cumming". I began to match his rhythm, my butt meeting his cock as it came forward.

"Ah, fuck! You're the best!" he told me. I mentally thanked him for the compliment. He repeated his words again and I felt him pull me towards him and his cock entered my butt as deep as it could. I felt his cum painting the inside of my butt white. I gave out a little gasp as I came a few seconds after he did. I took out my finger and stuck it in my mouth, licking my pussy juice.

A few moments later, he slid his cock out of my ass. He leaned against the other wall, looking at me. "God, Asia, you're the best. You're better than my girlfriend-she never lets me fuck her in the ass."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I told him. My butt was a little sore but I could move so I began to dress up and fix myself.

"Sorry if I scared you, Asia," he said, approaching me. "Did I hurt you?" I got a good look at him. I was right-he was a college kid, probably with a nice enough girlfriend but looking for something extra when it came to the horizontal mambo.

"A little but I'll get over it, " I told him, picking up my purse.

"You want me to drive you to your house or something?" he asked. "My car's over by the bar."

"No, thanks," I told him. "My car's just at that parking lot across the street."

"Well…thanks for the…for everything…" he said awkwardly. My heart went out to him a little.

"You're welcome. Next time, though, approach me and ask me first, okay?" I said.

"Okay…hey, can we maybe, uh…"

"Tell you what-you give me your number and let's see if I can't set up a personal sex-ed class for you and your girlfriend. That way, you two can learn to satisfy each other."

"Sure!" He gave me his cell number and I saved it on my phone. I promised to text him and I intend to keep that promise. At the very least, I'll be able to get some payback for what he did to me. On the other hand, if he did convince his girl to come along…

He accompanied me to the parking lot, saw me to my car, and then bid me goodbye. I told him to wait for my text and see if he could talk to his girl. He promised he would. Whether or not this leads to some more hot and heavy action, I don't know. But I have to admit-fulfilling two fantasies in one night was nice. And I wasn't feeling so tired anymore.