Hail Satan 😘

you moan as dale fucks into you hard, your legs pushed all the way back as he presses down on the back of your thighs for leverage. he grunts as your hole squeezes around him, his cock twitching deep inside as his balls slap against you.

“look at you,” he groans, “taking my fat cock so fucking well, like how little angels should.”

“fuck!” you cry out, your own groans and moans filling the basement as he fucks you into the mattress, your crotch throbbing as you feel yourself about to cum.

“that’s it, baby,” his hair bounces as he moves and dangles in his face, “tell daley how good it feels!”

“feels so fucking good!” you gasp out in a moan, your words causing him to pound into you faster and harder. you cum too quickly for dale’s liking and he continues to fuck into your poor hole, sensitive and sore. “dale!”

you sit in the back of the bus, your headphones blaring as your walkman plays classic rock. typically you would walk home after work but it was cold, snow falling on the streets of oregon and you were tired and wanted to go to bed. the bus was practically empty aside from an elderly woman up front which was perfect for you, your eyes burning and heavy from your long shift. you rest your head against the cold glass, your eyes closed as you attempt to squeeze in a much needed catnap, a small tap on your shoulder disrupting it. you look up to see a tall, pale man standing in front of you, your hand pulling your headphones down as he mouths something to you.

“huh?”

“i asked if i could i sit here?” he asks, his voice much more feminine than you would have imagined.

“there’s other seats open,” you chuckle softly trying to be honest while also trying not to be mean.

“take a seat,” the driver pipes up, you and the man both looking at him, “i aint got all night.”

“fine,” you sigh, moving your bag and allowing him to sit next to you.

“thanks,” he lets out a nasally giggle and gets comfy in his seat. he looks at the walkman and smiles. “what’s playing?”

“classic rock.”

“just classic rock? a little angel like you must be listening to something good.”

“i honestly don’t know, i got it from a friend,” your tone is harsh, tired and exhausted and you wanted to be left alone, but he was being nice and was kinda cute, “what’s your name anyways?”

“dale,” he says proudly, his puffy cheeks getting bigger as he smiles and shows off his pearly whites, “you?”

“y/n.”

“should have known. pretty angels like you always have the best names,” he nods with a smile, “what’re you doing out so late? it’s dangerous being alone at this hour.” he nudges your arm with his elbow in a teasing manner.

“i was working,” you giggle softly at his flirting, dale chuckling with you as he shakes his head.

“they always keep you out this late?”

“sometimes.”

the two of you continue to talk and flirt with one another, dale getting quiet for a moment as he can’t think of anything on the spot to make you laugh again. you take this as a sign that he’s done so you look out the window and put your headphones back on, dale not pleased that you’re ignoring him now. you feel him tap your shoulder and you remove your headphones.

“yes?”

“that was rude and i don’t like rude people,” dale pipes up, his tone passive aggressive as gives you a tight smile.

you blink and let out a laugh in disbelief as the two of you were just laughing. “i wasn’t being rude?”

he grabs your arm tightly and gets close to your face, “you were, and you’re playing hard to get. i can smell your arousal, sweetheart, you’re being cheeky-“

“get off me, you freak!” you groan in disgust and gather your things, the bus coming to a halt just in time as it gets to a stop. “fucking asshole,” you mutter as you squeeze past dale, more people piling on as you get off.

you let out a huff as you walk down the sidewalk, the oregon weather making you freeze but your apartment was a few blocks away and it was better than being alone on the bus with him. as you walk, the snow crunches beneath your feet and you keep your headphones resting on your shoulders, music still playing while remaining alert. you begin to overthink as you keep walking, feeling bad for being so harsh and for flirting, and maybe you were being rude due to exhaustion. you were aroused and maybe it was because you hadn’t been with anyone in awhile and what he said struck a nerve.

meanwhile on the bus, dale’s sitting up front staring out the windows for any sign of you, his leg bouncing as he inhales his cigarette deeply. he straightens up to look out the windshield and sees you walking.

“stop, stop! right here is fine!” he pipes up, the driver hitting the brakes and opening the doors.

you walk and stop in your tracks as you hear the bus, your head peering over your shoulder to see him getting off the bus. you shake your head and smile, your crotch throbbing at the idea of him now stalking you, as if he could hear your thoughts and knew actually how to get to you, but those thoughts diminished when the headlights of the bus illuminated his botched face. he was angry, teeth clenched and his eyes piercing through you from under his brows. you could see his breath in the cold air, how heavy he was breathing and the idea of you being preyed on was making you throb and ach more. you keep walking, your ears alert as you listen to his steps get closer.

“if i were you, i’d stop walking,” dale pipes up in a sing-song tone, flicking his cigarette in a snowbank, “i know you fucking hear me.”

you ignore him, your heart pounding in your ears as you get closer to your street, dale’s strides quickening and he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you aside in a dark alleyway. you fight just a little and he swats your arm away, his large hand gripping your face.

“you just think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?” he squeezes tighter making you moan and presses you against the building, “i should make you my little captive, take you home and chain you down in my basement for making me look like a fucking fool,” he removes his hand and turns you around, your face now pressed against the cold surface, “you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

before dale can proceed, a police officer walks by and pauses, his brow raised in suspicion.

“is there a problem here?” the man asks, his hand on his utility belt preparing for the worst, but you interrupt dale and turn around before he can get a word in.

“no, sir, we’re just chatting,” you say quickly, wanting him to leave as soon as possible as you felt like you were about to cum in your jeans.

he nods and dale quietly snaps his fingers at you to stay still and he peeks around the corner, the cop long gone. dale groans as he moves towards you, his knee between your legs as he now palms at your crotch.

“so you do want me, you sneaky little brat. i knew you were playing hard to get, what should we do about that?”

“i don’t know,” you say softly, dale unbuttoning your pants and sticking his hand inside.

“you just love when pervy old men like me prey on you, hm? imagining them stretching that pretty hole with their old, fat cock?”

“you’re probably not even big,” you say pushing his buttons on purpose to be a brat, needing his cock inside you.

“oh, but little angel, i’d have your legs trembling just from the tip,” he smiles as his hand works you, “push in nice and slow, your hands trying to push me away as i press in deeper just to hear you cry out, crying that it’s too much for you to take. you wanna see it? feel how heavy it is?”

“no,” you manage to get out, though you really wanted to. you wanted to see how big he was, how heavy and veiny he’d be and if he was uncut.

“no?” he scoffs and pulls something out of his jeanpocket, a pocketknife in his hand and he flicks his wrist, the blade glistening under the streetlight. “i’m gonna ask again,” he presses the blade against your stomach, “do you wanna see it?”

you nod and he hums, dale holding the handle of the pocketknife between his pearly whites as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans down some, his cock aching to be touched. you stare at his bulge as he gets himself out, your breathing picking up as you see the girth of him. his length was average but it was gonna be a stretch, his cock uncut and his pink tip peeking out. you stare at him as you squat down and stroke him, dale groaning as his grabs the knife again, his free hand rubbing the top of your head.

“put it in that pretty little mouth, baby, warm me up,” he grunts as you stroke him, a soft moan escaping his throat as you comply.

you swirl your tongue around him first and put his length inside your mouth, sucking tight as you gag on him. he groans and grunts, his hips bucking as you continue sucking on him, your free hand squeezing his balls.

“my little cockwarmer,” he growls, his cock twitching already. he presses the knife against your cheek, “better hurry before someone sees…” his encouragement and the thought of someone, even the police officer, watching you both made you move quicker and faster, dale holding back high pitched moans as he eventually cums, “swallow it all.”

you swallow and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, dale putting his cock away and buckling his belt. he glares at you and puts his hand back into your pants feeling how worked up you are.

“i’d bend you over and fuck you like one of those cheap whores down town, but i wouldn’t a pretty angel catching a cold. how far is your place?” dale asks softly, your crotch leaking fluids as he edges you, “you’re getting all messy, sweetpea, better tell me.”

“no, fuck me here,” you whine, your hips rocking against his hand, “please? no more teasing, i promise.”

“needy little thing, aren’t you? made me look like a pervy old man back there and now they want fucked,” he sighs and shakes his head with a faux frown, “i think i should just walk away and let you suffer.”

“no, please, i’m sorry,” you whine pathetically, “you can take me right here.”

“no, no, you deserve to be fucked properly on a nice warm bed,” dale grips your face as you button your pants, “how far do you live?”

“down the block…”

dale nods and grips your arm making you lead him to your place. you pull the house key from your pocket and unlock the door, dale shoving you inside and kicking the door closed with his boot. he keeps following you, his grip on your arm tight until you reach your room, his hand pulling the pocketknife out once again.

“strip. i want everything off,” he says as he points the knife at you, “i wanna see that pretty hole.”

you take your layers off and then your clothes and shoes, your bare body ready for him to use however he wants. dale says nothing and points the knife to the bed and you get on it, resting on your hands and knees while arching your back.

“you look like you’ve done this before,” dale groans, his eyes glued to your hole as he walks closer. he taps the blade gently against your ass, your hole clenching to be filled. “greedy little hole…”

you moan softly as he presses his thumb against it gently, dale applying more pressure as his thumb slips in. you squeeze around him and let out soft moans and gasps as he gets you warmed up, your fingers gripping your bed sheets. dale leans over and snoops around your drawers, his thumb still partially inside you, his hand pulling out a thing of lube.

“so you have done this before,” dale clicks his tongue and shakes his head as he removes his thumb, “such a dirty thing making their way around oregon.”

he gives your ass a slap and you gasp, dale placing the pocketknife’s handle into his mouth and unbuckling his belt and pants. he grabs the lube and squirts a blob onto you, tossing the bottle on the bed, his fat cocking jumping as he rubs the lube around your hole. he pulls the handle from his mouth and grips your hip with the hand that’s holding the knife, his free hand guiding his cock.

“let’s see how used up you are,” he groans, his sensitive tip squeezing inside, “barely, such a tight little thing…”

“fuck!” you moan out as you try to move away, but he pulls you back onto him, his cock immediately bottoming out without warning.

“no, no, you’re gonna do so good for me, i know it, baby,” he pumps in and out slowly, his cock burying deep into you with each thrust as you start to relax, “there you go, look at that pretty, fucked out face,” he coos, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “i should carve my initials on these plump asscheeks, don’t need another old fuck pounding into you, do we?”

“it’s too big!” you’re a drooling mess, your cheek pressed against the mattress as you take his deep strokes, your stomach tightening and bulging from his thick cock, “fuck!”

“you loved that i approached you the way i did, didn’t you? it got you turned on, and maybe i should creep around more often, hm? watch you through your window as you fuck yourself, jerk off while you sleep, is that what you want?”

“yes! oh yes!”

“i should take you home with me, leave your friends and family worried sick about their precious angel, worried that you got hurt,” he grunts and pants, “but little do they know,” he lets out a breathy chuckle and another grunt, “you’ll be in my basement all chained up, no where to go. you’re just a dirtsy flirtsy little angel botch…”

“i’m gonna cum!”

“yeah? that got you all riled up, didn’t it? poor helpless y/n,” he coos, his knife blade scratching at your hip causing you to moan and wince, “maybe i should push the tip in deeper?”

you brace yourself thinking he’s gonna do what he said, carve his initials into you, but you let out a loud slutty moan as he drills into you deeper and harder, his tip and shaft repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

“fuuuuuck, you feel so fucking good,” dale groans, his cock twitching deep inside you, his free hand touching your throbbing crotch as he fucks into you, “let it out, baby, show me how good it feels…”

you bounce onto him and your stomach tightens as you throb, your tight hole clenching his aching cock as the two of you cum hard. dale continues to fuck into you, his hot ropes of cum filling you full before he pulls away.