Chapter 83: Dating Again Arc: One
Everything was quiet again, for Theresa had gone back to Hoshimura with Lacy not knowing when the Alpha would be back. Her family had also gone back home except for Lucille and Clara who were looking for a house to rent.
Lacy was content with herself as she unlocked the door to the restaurant. She went into the kitchen and saw the three cooks were already prepping for the day. She smiled at them, proud that she was able to trust them to come in for their shifts with the lead cook having his own key.
The day began as usual, the morning rush and then the lunch rush. Things slowed down and would be like that until the evening rush.
Ding!
Lacy looked up from the registered and saw an Alpha come in. Her skin was dark, black, her hair in dreads, she wore casual clothes with basketball high tops. She walked over to Lacy who began to blush.
The Omega closed her legs tightening them, feeling her pussy get wet at looking at this Alpha. Lacy was smitten; she looked down to continue her prior task even while saying, "How may I help?"
The Alpha leaned forward, making Lacy’s breath hitched in her throat. She gulped and smiled again, looking up at the Alpha. She bit her lower lip.
"I never seen this place before? You know, I’ve been living around this place for about two years. When y’all pop up?"
"Umm, about a few months ago."
The Alpha nodded her head. "Whats yo name?"
"Lacy."
The Alpha laughed, a genuine one. She was truly interested. "My name is Charlie. I work up the street as a manager of a computer repair shop. What should I get for lunch, Lacy?"
When Lacy had taken Charlie’s order, she watched the Alpha step back to take a seat, seeing the Alpha was hard.
"Whoa..." Lacy said, this Alpha was huge! She looked like something of a record book, even beating male Alphas. Lacy could see her thickness, the slight curve downward and to the side.
The Alpha smiled at Lacy and pulled her shorts to the side, letting her clit pop out to be seen. And yes, it was huge. Looked to be about nine inches, dripping precum from the tip. The clitoral hood completely pulled back due to her erection. Even the cunt of the Alpha’s was moist. Her musk filled the restaurant. Lacy took a sniff.
Sniff, sniff.
Squirt!
Lacy closed her legs and went to back of the kitchen.
Charlie slapped her clit across Lacy’s face. They were in the alley behind the dumpster. Lacy had her pants open with her hand between her legs. She placed the nine inch clit in her mouth, her face moist with the juices from the clit mixed with her own saliva.
"Hmmm, I love your fat clit!" Lacy said to the Alpha. She placed it back in her mouth, her own fingers rubbing her cunt, about to have her own orgasm.
The Alpha took her hands and placed them on Lacy’s hand. She bent over and began to buck her hips into the warm, wet mouth of the Omega.
Lacy’s eyes rolled back as she felt the thick clit slide down her throat. Her fingers rubbed faster, harder, against her own wetness. The Alpha’s grip tightened on her wrist, guiding her movements. The alley air had the scent of sweat and sex. And trash, don’t forget trash!
The Alpha’s hips snapped forward. Her clit hit the back of Lacy’s throat. Lacy gagged. Tears welled in her eyes. The Alpha didn’t stop. She kept thrusting, deep and rough. Lacy’s body trembled.
Her own climax was building. The Alpha’s free hand tangled in her hair. She pulled Lacy closer. Her throat convulsed around the thick shaft.
The Alpha’s thrusts became a brutal rhythm. Each snap of her hips forced more down. Lacy’s tears mixed with the slickness on her chin.
Her fingers, trapped under the Alpha’s grip, kept moving frantically against herself. The world narrowed to the stretch in her throat, the slap of the Alpha’s thighs hitting Lacy’s face each time she fucked her, the grunt escaping the Alpha’s lips.
The Alpha pulled out her clit from Lacy’s mouth and Lacy began to even lick the Alpha’s cunt underneath!
The alley seemed to pulse around them, distant city sounds muffled by the thud of Charlie’s heartbeat in her ears, the slick slide of Lacy’s fingers, the sharp tang of garbage cutting through the haze of sex.
No words. Just the wet, rhythmic suck of Lacy’s lips, the slap of Charlie’s palm against the brick wall for balance. Then it came: a thick, hot pulse against Lacy’s cheekbone.
The first rope hit like a brand, sticky and startling. Lacy flinched but didn’t pull away. Her eyes squeezed shut as the second spurt painted her eyelid, the third streaking white through her lashes and down the bridge of her nose. It pooled warm and heavy on her skin, the scent sharp and primal, cutting through the alley’s stale decay.
When the store had closed, Charlie had come back and was let in by Lacy. Lacy sat down in Charlie’s lap, rubbing ass up and down Charlie’s groin, feeling her get hard. Lacy undid her pants and brought them down a little and she fished out Charlie’s clit and guided it into her cunt.
"Awee..." Both said in unison. Together they sat on the chair, Lacy on top of Charlie. Charlie moved her hips slowly, enjoying this feeling of being inside of this Omega. Feeling her warmth and wetness, her pussy tight against her shaft.
"Hmmm," the Alpha moaned. She looked at Lacy’s neck, seeing she was marked. She moved some hair strains to the side. "You have an Alpha?"
"Two..." Lacy moaned out. "In Hoshimura."
"Hoshimura...hmm, let me guess...you ran away?"
Lacy nodded her head, her pussy wrapping around the clit with hunger.
Charlie’s hands slid up Lacy’s back, fingers tracing the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her shirt. The air hung thick with the scent of their sweat and slick, the only sound the wet slide of Lacy’s cunt taking Charlie’s length, over and over.
Lacy’s hips rolled with a practiced rhythm, grinding down hard each time she sank fully onto the Alpha. Charlie’s breath hitched, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she tilted her head back, exposing the strong line of her throat.
Her eyes, dark and focused, never left the claiming bite on Lacy’s neck, a stark, angry mark against the dark skin, half-hidden by damp curly hair.
The silence wasn’t empty; it was charged, heavy with the unspoken tension of Lacy’s flight and the raw, physical need driving them right there in the open of the sitting area.
Lacy wanted Charlie’s cum so bad, she ached for it, her body yearned for it.
Charlie’s hips snapped upward, driving deeper, harder, as Lacy clenched around her, milking her clit with desperate, rhythmic pulses. The Alpha’s breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping Lacy’s hips hard enough to bruise.
Her eyes squeezed shut, teeth bared in a silent snarl as the pressure built, coiled tight in her belly. Lacy felt it too, the tremble in Charlie’s thighs, the way her clit swelled and throbbed inside her. She ground down, taking every inch, her own slick soaking them both as she chased the friction, the heat, the promise of release.
Charlie’s hips stuttered, a harsh groan tearing from her throat as she came, pumping thick spurts deep into Lacy’s clenching cunt. Lacy gasped, her body arching back, riding the waves of Charlie’s orgasm, milking every last drop until the Alpha slumped beneath her, spent and panting.
She slid off slowly, the cool air a shock against her skin. Charlie watched, eyes hooded, as Lacy knelt on the worn tile floor between her legs.
No words. Lacy’s gaze met Charlie’s , a flicker of challenge, of hunger. Her fingers wrapped around the base of Charlie’s clit, still slick with her own fluids and Charlie’s spend. She lowered her head, breath warm against the sensitive skin.
Charlie’s hips twitched, a low hum vibrating in her chest as Lacy’s tongue swept a broad, flat stroke from root to tip, tasting salt and musk and the tang of her own arousal. The scent was thick, primal, filling Lacy’s nose, driving her own need higher.
She took Charlie in, inch by slow inch, her lips stretching around the girth. The head nudged the back of her throat, and Lacy relaxed, swallowing, taking her deeper. Her nose pressed into the coarse, dark curls at Charlie’s groin.
Charlie’s hand tangled in Lacy’s hair, not forcing, just holding, anchoring. A deep groan rumbled from the Alpha as Lacy hollowed her cheeks and sucked, hard.
The rhythm started slow, deliberate, long, wet pulls followed by the slick slide back, the tip brushing her lips before plunging down again. Lacy’s eyes fluttered shut, focused on the weight on her tongue, the pulse she could feel against her palate, the ragged breaths above her.
Charlie’s grip tightened in her hair, knuckles white. Her hips lifted off the chair, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat, a low, continuous growl vibrating through her chest.
The scent was overwhelming now and the sharp tang of her own slick dripping down her thighs.
Lacy felt the telltale thickening, the vein beneath her tongue pulsing harder, faster. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks, her throat working, taking Charlie deeper until her nose was buried, breathing her in.
A choked gasp tore from Charlie’s lips. Her thighs trembled violently. Then it hit, a hot, sudden flood that filled Lacy’s mouth, thick and bitter-salt.
She swallowed instinctively, once, twice, her throat working against the insistent pulse, feeling the warmth spread down her gullet.
Charlie’s clit jerked against her tongue, spilling more, the hunger dissolving into ragged, breathless pants. Lacy kept sucking, gentler now, milking the last drops, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head until Charlie shuddered and pushed her away with a weak groan.