Small amounts of oil

It was a sultry night, the kind that clings to your skin and leaves you craving for something raw and unfiltered. I, a tall, curvy woman with fiery red hair, had just closed down the bar where I worked as a bartender. The last patrons had left hours ago, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room with only the soft hum of the cooler and the clinking of glasses as company.

As I locked up and prepared to head home, a figure emerged from the shadows. A tall, muscular man with a rough beard and piercing blue eyes. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and the look in his eyes was predatory.

"Hey, gorgeous," he growled, approaching me. "You look like you could use some rough handling."

I tried to keep my cool, but I couldn't help feeling a thrill run through me. This man oozed danger and testosterone, and I found myself drawn to him despite my better judgment.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

He stepped closer, his chest brushing against mine. "I want to take you to this dark alley over there and fuck you until you scream."

My heart raced as he led me through the deserted streets, our footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. We reached the alley, and he pushed me against the rough brick wall. His lips crashed into mine, tasting of whiskey and sin.

His hands roamed my body, exploring every inch, leaving no doubt as to his intentions. He pulled down my jeans and underwear, exposing my bare ass. I felt a shiver run through me as he teased my opening with his fingers, preparing me for what was to come.

"Please, sir," I moaned, arching my back as he entered me from behind. The roughness of the alley floor against my knees added an extra edge to the experience, and I savored every thrust.

He slammed into me, his breathing heavy and ragged. "You like it rough, don't you?" he growled, slapping my ass with each stroke. I couldn't deny it - I did. I craved the pain and pleasure intermingling, creating a sensation that was unlike anything else.

He pulled out a small vial of oil and drizzled it over my backside, teasing me with its slickness before pushing back inside me. The feeling of being filled so fully was intense, but I welcomed it. He reached around and fondled my clit, bringing me to the brink of orgasm before pulling away.

"Not yet," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "I want to make this last."

And with that, he began to fuck me harder than ever before. I let out a series of moans and gasps as he hit every sensitive spot within me. My body trembled with pleasure, my pussy clenching around him as I reached the peak of my orgasm. He held me there, his grip strong and unyielding, until the last wave had passed before pulling out and leaving me breathless and satisfied.

We exchanged no words as he left me there in the alley, the cool night air settling around my still-shivering body. I stood there for a moment, my mind reeling from the encounter, before gathering my things and heading home. The rest of the night passed in a haze, my thoughts consumed by the rough, raw encounter that had left me craving more.