Olivia’s POV
Who is this man? And how the fuck does he know my na?
I tried to turn, to look at the face behind , but I couldn’t. His hands were wrapped so tightly around now, and I couldn’t move.
Then I felt his hands slide down my exposed thighs, and then back up the insides of my leg.
I struggled against his hold, trying to free myself and run but I couldn’t, the crowd was too thick. I cursed Kira under my breathe for making co out on a weekend only to get molested.
I noticed his grip loosen a bit, and I decided to seize the opportunity to strike him, when the most exquisite feeling suddenly washed over . Oh my God. His hands had trailed upwards and cupped my pussy in his palm. His hands were electrifying and I was horrified to feel that I was becoming wet. I prayed he wouldn’t notice because it would be embarrassing.
But my fears were realized when he boldly pushed aside my panties and slide a finger through the folds of my pussy. I gasped as my eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy, my eyelids fluttering close. I found myself pushing my ass back, inviting him for more. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or my sexual frustration from pinning after Alex all day, but I didn’t want this stranger to stop.
His finger pushed inside my soaked pussy. First just one, then two, pumping in and out of , I cried, moaning with pleasure as I leaned back against his shoulders. My voice was being drowned by the cheering and singing crowd around , and the fact that we were doing it in such a public place made drip even more.
I didn’t know when I started grinding my pussy against this stranger’s hand and he slipped a third finger inside and started pumping faster. I cried out loudly this ti, my voice mingling with the noise around as my orgasm hit hard leaving trembling and shaking.
Suddenly the fingers were removed, and despite myself, I was disappointed. I knew this was wrong, and I should be feeling horrified and violated, but it’d felt so damn good. Maybe it’s because I’ve been celibate for years, but then again I should be glad it was over. The very fact that I’d enjoyed it was enough to call crazy. I belong in a psych ward, for real.
I sighed as I waited for the stranger to let go of , when I felt his hands return, pushing my panties aside, except it wasn’t his fingers touching , it was his cock pressing against . Before I could react, the head was pushed in making gasp loudly. I was powerless and pleasure-dazed to stop him as he slid all the way in, filling , and spreading my pussy with his thickness.
He slowly began to pumping in and out, sending shock waves through . I couldn’t believe this was actually happening, I was being fucked in a crowd of people. I could’ve easily scread out for help but the only sound that ca from my throat were cries of pleasure as another orgasm tore through . I started grinding my hips against him, matching his thrusts.
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" I scread loudly as he kept ramming into . I was really enjoying myself, until I felt his fingers spreading my ass cheeks and stroking my tight anal entrance.
No. I tried to free myself from his grip. There’s no way this stranger is getting in there. "No!" I scread, struggling against his hold, but he was so strong, and he held pinned to a spot.
He pushed a finger into my ass, causing to cry out loudly, then another finger joined in, spreading my tight ass hole. He began to finger fuck my ass as his cock kept on fucking my pussy. I was almost in tears, but then the most amazing thing happened. The pain from my ass eased and I began to feel pleasure so intense my knees almost buckled with the power of the orgasm that rippled through .
Much to my disappointnt, he pulled his cock out from my pussy, but my disappointnt was short lived when I felt it pressing against my ass. I began to push back, wanting his cock inside my ass. I felt the head push in and I flung my head back, crying out with pain and delight.
"Yes!" I scread out, as he began to fuck , slowly at first and then picking up speed until he was ramming into my ass hole like a horse. His fingers gripped my hips as he drove into , groaning heavily behind .
"Thank you Livy," he grunted behind my ear, just as he pushed in deep, shooting his cum into my ass. I scread out my own release, as yet another orgasm flooded my senses.
As I struggled to catch my breath and gather my bearings, I suddenly felt cold. The strangers warmth had vanished into the crowd behind . I turned, trying to catch a glimpse of him but I wasn’t even sure who it was out of the many faces behind . I couldn’t believe I let a complete stranger fuck in the ass.
*************
The next morning I erged from my bedroom, shuffling awkwardly across the room. I took each each carefully, my face contorting with discomfort.
Kira lounged on our couch, her laptop perched on her knees, sipping morning coffee. She glanced up at my strange gait and snorted.
"Geez, Liv, what’s with the penguin walk? Did you accidentally sit on a stick or sothing?"
I shot her a strong look. This was all her fault. "Not funny, Kira. I just... slept wrong, and pulled a muscle."
"Uh-huh." Kira’s eyebrow arched suspiciously. "You disappeared last night, by the way. One minute you were there, the next, you were gone. I texted you like seventeen tis."
I made my way to the kitchen, moving with so much care like a person navigating a minefield. "My phone died. And the crowd was too much, so I... I just ca ho early."
"Without telling ?" Kira followed into the kitchen. "And now you’re walking like you rode a horse for ten hours straight."
"Can we drop it?" I snapped, wincing as I reached for a coffee mug. The mories of last night replayed in my mind, bringing a fresh wave of humiliation and confusion. I’d spent the whole of last night beating myself up about it. What had I been thinking? I hadn’t even seen the guy’s face! Then cos the biggest humiliation of all: he knew my na! The bastard knew my na, and that shit scared senseless. What if he was a stalker, one of my crazy ex’s, or even a colleague at work. My mind imdiately drifted to Alex. No. There’s no way in hell it’d be him, my life wasn’t that much of a fairytale to accommodate such coincidences.
"Fine, fine." Kira raised her hands in surrender, interrupting my thoughts. "But just so you know, while you were having your mysterious evening, I got the drumr’s number."
"Congratulations." I muttered, easing myself onto a kitchen stool with great discomfort.
"So, still pining over Coporate Ken, are we?" Kira asked, changing the subject.
"His na is Alex." I corrected.
"Right, right. The guy who couldn’t pick you out of a lineup if his salary depended on it."
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Don’t remind ."
Kira suddenly sat up straight, eyes widening at sothing on her screen. "Oh. My. God."
"What? Did the drumr post a shirtless pic already?"
"No, better! I think I just found the solution to your Alex problem." Kira turned her laptop around. The screen displayed a professional website with the words "Dr. Heart: Relationship Transformation Specialist" written across the top.
I squinted at the screen. "A... love doctor? Seriously?"
"This guy has a 98% success rate," Kira insisted, scrolling through the testimonials. "Look at all these people he’s helped! ’Dr. Heart helped land my dream guy after three years of being invisible to him.’ Sounds familiar?"
"This is ridiculous," I mumbled, but leaned closer to read more testimonials.
"They have an opening today at five," Kira said, already typing. "I booking it for you."
"Wait... what? No!"
"Too late!" Kira hit enter button. "Confirmation email received. You’re seeing Dr. Heart at 5PM."
"Kira! I can’t just..."
"You can and you will," Kira insisted. "I’m tired of seeing you miserable because of this guy. Just try it out. What’s the worse that could happen."
I tried to think of a more compelling argunt but ca up empty. "Fine. One appointnt. But when this doesn’t work, I get to say ’I told you so’ for at least a month."
"Deal," Kira grinned triumphantly.
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That evening, I found myself in a very stylish office. The waiting room was decorated in different shades of blues and greens, with comfortable furniture and exquisite ornants. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, still tender from last night’s ... uh, I don’t even want to think about it.
"This is stupid," I muttered to myself, checking my watch for the third ti in five minutes. "I’m helping so self-proclaid ’love guru’ make rent, all because I can’t stop staring at a man who doesn’t know I exist."
"Ms. Hopton?" A receptionist appeared. "Dr. Heart will see you now."
I was led down a hallway to a large corner office with floor-to-ceiling windows. The building looked too grand and beautiful for just helping people ’find love’. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, already rehearsing my "thank you but this isn’t for " speech.
"Welco, Ms. Hopton. I’m Dr. Heart."
I froze. Standing before was quite possibly the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen - outside Alex, of course. Dark wavy hair frad a face with chiseled features and the most penetrating green eyes that looked at like it wanted to swallow up in it’s gaze - it made drip a little. And his body? Oh my world, it looked like it was carved out from the front pages of ’Hot n magazine.’
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