Pleasure at Paddington Green

Summer 2018

I clocked out of work at the usual 3pm, having just done the most intense 2 and half hour shift. I know what you're thinking 2 and a half hours is nothing. And in grand scheme of things yes, it's nothing but it was Summer 2018. It was the World Cup and the hottest summer on British record since 1972. So people were out in the masses.

I worked at a fancy salad stall in Paddington that had a open garden for all the corporate men and women to hang out in so they could pretend that they had a second or two of freedom when really it's just a giant adult play pen. You legally have to leave the office and take a break but don't go too far.

Well yeah, two and half hours of serving corporate people fancy salads. With copious amounts of amendments to what is already a custom salad.

Instead of leaving work and heading home which was my usual. I decided to sit in the open garden and watch some of the football on the outside widescreen TV. The sun had gone done a little but I still had to squint. I put my hands over my eyes to block out more of the sun. That seemed to do it. Although my arm ached.

Then blackout. I wondered if I had gotten sunburned on my eyes for a split second. Couldn't see anything. Then I noticed you were standing in front of me. Oblivious to whoever was behind you. You parked right in my view and pulled out a map.

"You lost?"

If I startled you, you hid it well only stuttering for a second before answering my question. You were looking for the Perola the open floor bar. I told you where it was but just before you moved off I let you know that it won't be open until 5pm. You looked a little defeated so I suggested you sit with me. (Why not I mean it was Summer 2018, everyone was overtly friendly)

"Sit with me, I'm watching Portugal vs Spain"

I was slightly surprised by the fact that you took me up on my offer, I was thinking maybe you'd make an excuse to go. So I hadn't thought that far.

You sat beside me on the grass bench as we try and watch the match. I kept glancing at your thighs that were peaking out of your shorts, thinking about how your tanned skin was glistening and how every muscle in your leg was visible. I played it off as the sun being in my eyes but really I wished I was licking whip cream off your body.

"Yum"

"What?"

(Shit did I just say that out loud)

"Ice cream would be great right now" It's Ninja like how I come up with white lies, I tell you.

You suggested we get some after the match and I smiled, you just agreeing to sitting with me for another 22 minutes without realising. I watched your eyes as they flickered up and down, following the ball. I examined your face and how beautiful you lips were. So kissable.

"What's the craziest thing you've ever done?" The only question I had the strength to muster up; what I really wanted to ask was "How soon can you fuck me up the arse?" Please god be an Alpha and not a simp.

You replied "Er I started a fight in a bar once"

Typical, yes. Crazy, not so much.

"I mean like sexually crazy"

There was a light pause; you're defiantly not an Alpha, but there was something seriously sexy about your lack of assertiveness. You can't handle the question I just asked you. You're all hot under the collar. No seriously you were. Beads of sweat decorate your neck and you try not to make eye contact with me. My panties begin to moisten the more I think about how I've caught you in my web.

"You know what the craziest thing I've ever done is?"

"No" you barely had the strength to utter that syllable

"Fucking you right here, in front of all these people"

You gulped, you knew it was about to happen and that you had to give into me.

You let me climb on top of you, caught in between my legs you look up at me scared for what I will do next but I have no mercy for cucks like you. Losers get used and abused.

I start to grind my hips on you, feeling you transition from soft to semi. You want to play but you're fighting it. You know you're not allowed to resist me.

Your failed attempts to free yourself have you caught in my legs as I demand you take off your shirt. People trying not to look over their shoulders, not sure whether to intervene or not.

"Take your top off you pathetic mess"

You struggle to take it off, fidgeting around on your back to get the right angle to ease removal.

"Rub your nipples for me" you hesitate and I grab your cheeks and pull you forward. There is no hesitation around me, you simple do what I say or face the consequences. You nod. I knew it. You're a filthy simp at heart. You begin to rub your nipples timidly. But that's not enough for me, rub them harder and faster. Moan for me, let me hear how much pleasure I'm giving you in this park. You comply of course.

After you've earned my trust; rubbing your nipples for me, I gesture at you like an owner to their dog, you know exactly what to do, you get on all fours and follow me around the greenery. All eyes are on you as you pant following my every mood.

You're naked, every part of you exposed, the real you, the true loser you are, you continue on all fours.

"Want to see this pathetic limp dick do a trick?" I announce to the masses, some shy away, more eager to see what trick.

"I have a cuck that loves the taste of his own cum"

You pull out your semi penis and start to wank to all the shocked and disgusted faces staring back at you, whimpering moans as you handle your own cock.

You feel yourself on the verge of erupting, but you don't cum unless I tell you too. You keep stroking waiting patiently for the moment of release, but I delayed it. I see you wiggling in pain wanting to offload

"And now for the final trick" I nod to allow you to release your dick gunk but only if you aim it into your mouth. You point your dick towards so and with the final few strokes you spunk into your own mouth, making a mess as you do, some getting on the ground around you and on your clothes and face. But you don't get to leave here until every drop of your cum is gone. You search around on all fours to look for any stains, licking them up as you find it.

"Report back to me when you're done"

I say as I walk back to our original spot.

I quite fancy Ice cream after all.

By Hazel Noir