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As I leant forward, to catch one of the bracelets thrown by the people on the float, I felt a hard body pressing itself against my back. This sensation was immediately followed by a throbbing erection digging into the crevice between my bum cheeks. Because of the dense crowd I was helpless and couldn't pull away as my assailant pressed me against the barrier. It was very hot and humid and I was wearing just a light summer dress, bra and panties. Panicking I tried to turn my head, to identify who was invading my space, but the man was able to keep out of sight because I couldn’t turn around properly due to the density of the crowd. I had no idea of his identity. Anybody who's been on the Underground in London, in the rush hour, will know what I'm on about. The man took full advantage of my helplessness. I felt the back of my dress being lifted up and my breath caught in my throat when the head of a bare penis wedged itself between my buttocks and pressed against my anus, which was guarded only by the thin thong of my g-string.

It was about ten at night and I was at the New Orleans' Lent Carnival watching the parade. The streets were packed and I was wedged in by scores of people on each side of me. In the melee I'd become separated from my husband and our friends.

That the man had the temerity of taking his erection out in public terrified me and I tried to wriggle away with no success. My ravisher became bolder and kissed the nape of my neck as one of his hands undid the buttons at the back of my dress and seconds later he undid the catch of my bra freeing my heavy breasts. He’d never stopped moving his hips to keep his erection seesawing up and down my bum crack.

I have to be honest and admit that, though shocked, there was something so wicked about being touched up so lewdly in public that I became extremely aroused. It had always been one of my secret fantasies but of course I would never have made it real. I felt the tiny triangle of material, covering my sex, become moist. I yelped, but the sound was drowned by the music and the noise of the crowd, as fingers slipped my g-string to one side. While I was still trying to catch my breath fingertips slid easily along the slit because my sex was already so wet. The erection never stopped sliding between my bum cheeks almost as if my hidden admirer was trying to penetrate my smaller orifice through the thong.

Fortunately there was so much noise that it covered the squeals of pleasure, which came from my open lips, as fingers located my clitoris and started to strum it. The man continued kissing my neck and I nearly fainted when his tongue started to lick my ear lobe, one of my most sensitive erogenous zones. I felt my stomach knotting and my womb tingling as incredible arousal flooded through my taut body and caused even more sex juices to dribble out of my sex to lubricate the wicked fingers.

Although highly aroused and almost incapable of thinking, for a brief moment, I wondered how I could get out of the situation, without making too much of a fuss. Wildly I looked around for my husband and our friends but they were nowhere to be seen and nobody around me seemed to notice what was being done to me. I panicked when the man, still pressed hard against my back, steered me through the crowd and into a deserted alley then to the doorway of a building. He’d pressed his hand against my mouth to mute my screams. It was pitch dark and I was still furiously protesting and threatening to call the police but the man spun me around and his mouth covered mine, smothering the words. His tongue began exploring my mouth and, without realising it, I began to return the kiss. I seemed to be powerless against his strength, boldness and my own arousal. I could only see his outline but knew that he was young and about six foot tall and black.

I wondered briefly if my husband was panicking as he searched for me or did he think I was with some of our friends.

The stranger's hands slipped up my naked thighs while his upper body pinned me against the door. He held his hips away from mine so that his hand could easily tug my g-string down while the other hand cupped one of my bare buttocks to knead the flesh as if it was dough. Fingertips parted my vaginal lips and a finger slipped almost all the way into my wetness, adding even more fuel to my arousal. In a last ditch effort I tried to protest as I used my waning strength to try to push the man away. I failed to move him. His tongue was deep inside my mouth as his thumb found the tip of my clitoris and teased it expertly and my treacherous body responded wildly to the expert touch. My hands gripped his shoulders as I felt an orgasm begin to rumble to life somewhere in the depth of my womb. I couldn't remember ever having been so quickly aroused. Deep down I knew that a large part of it was the danger and that it was a total stranger who was taking such liberties with my body in a public place.

Another thick finger slid inside my spasming vagina while the thumb continued playing with my clit and I was shocked to the core when I realised that the loud squelching sounds were coming from my pussy because it was so wet. I don't know if it was that realisation or natural progress which caused me to suddenly climax. I couldn't control the squirming of my body and had to clutch onto the man for support as my orgasm rumbled on for a long time. My spasming vagina gripped the fingers, as if trying to make sure he wouldn't remove them before I'd finished.

The man removed his finger from my dripping vagina and it kind of brought me to my senses I realised what a potentially dangerous situation I was in. My legs were so shaky that when I tried to stand up I slid down to end up sitting on the floor. Swiftly the man knelt next to me and slipped the top of my dress down, baring my breasts, and his mouth clamped around one of my nipples as his fingers slipped back into my wetness.

Even though arousal was again coursing through me, at incredible pace, I managed to dredge up enough strength to get on all four. My intention was to crawl away but it proved to be a mistake. With my short skirt still bunched up around my waist my lower body was completely exposed and it was easy for his fingers to grip my vaginal lips and pull them wide open. As one of his hands gripped my waist, keeping me pinned down, his tongue licked along the length of my pussy. Before I could get away it had delved more deeply into my love channel as his lips closed around my vaginal lips, in a lewd French kiss. I was helpless and my head drooped down as my bum lifted further into the air. The tongue greedily lapped up my sticky juices, which were flowing so profusely from my open pussy, before the mouth captured my clitoris and nibbled, sucked and flicked it so that soon I was loudly moaning with ecstasy as I spread my legs to give him easier access. As the stranger sucked on the swollen bud he slipped three fingers back and forth inside my very wet vagina and scissored them to touch parts of my inner sex which had never been touched so exquisitely before. I became immersed in a world of wanton pleasure as another orgasm swiftly began building up. Then a thumb pushed between my buttocks and pressed against my anal ring and, being liberally coated with my sex juices, it breached the tightness of my virgin hole and slipped inside my tight passage to brush against the three fingers lodged inside my vagina, through the thin membrane separating them. The sensation was so lewd that it triggered another huge orgasm. My body twisted and writhed furiously as the climax exploded deep inside my vagina before spreading to the rest of my body. I shrieked with shock at the intensity as I became immersed in an ecstatic whirlpool from which I never wanted to escape.

The orgasm lasted a long time and when I calmed down and opened my eyes I saw that the man was now standing and licking the fingers, which had been inside my vagina, with great relish. He pulled me to my feet and, in the lights of headlights, which briefly illuminated the alley, I got my first good look at him. I blushed fiercely as I recognised the dishy waiter from our hotel. He'd flirted with me and had made it clear that he fancied me but I would have never believed that he could be so reckless yet again I’d been flattered and had flirted back.

My inner thighs were soaking wet and my sex lips were swollen from desire as he took me in his arms and fastened his lips over mine in a long and passionate kiss, which left me gasping for air. I tasted my sex juices on his lips. His hands dropped to my breasts and, taking their full weight into his palms, his thumbs rubbed gently across the jutting buds of the nipples. I just stood there trembling as he peeled off my dress leaving me wearing just high heels. I could hardly believe that I was naked in an alley and could, at any time, be seen by other people. I was flushed with arousal and breathing hard while looking at the black man opening his fly. We kissed again and I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to dart between my teeth and snake wetly against mine. He pressed his body tightly against mine and his stiff penis was trapped against my naked tummy. He steered me to a wooden box, which was against the wall, and I didn't resist. He sat down and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling his thighs, with my heavy breasts dangling so that the swollen nipples brushed against his face before his hands cupped my dangling orbs and kneaded them hard. He toyed with the hard nipples and rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers until they felt like organ stops as he pulled them downwards and closed his mouth over the hard tip of one breast and teased it with his teeth, as his hands squeezed the other breast. I groaned with ecstasy as waves of exquisite pleasure raced through my body again. Holding his erection he rolled the head between the damp lips of my labia, to coat it with my sex juices, before suddenly thrusting upwards and lodging his very thick rod deep into the heated moistness of my sex. Responding lewdly I sat down allowing the hard cylinder of flesh to spear deeper inside me. He was breathing heavily as his hands freed my breasts and slid between my thighs to stroke the lips of my wet labia and thumb the slippery button of my clitoris. He grunted as he rolled me onto my back and slipped his body on top of mine. Lewdly I spread my thighs wide so that he could slip in between them.

He was all male sexual aggression and I loved it.

He was standing up as he gripped the base of his hard rod and rubbed it savagely up and down my vaginal slit before slamming it between my sex lips, with a powerful thrust of his hips. He drove his length deep into my receptive vagina, wrenching a howl of ecstasy from me, and then skilfully used his considerable strength to cram every inch of the hard cylinder of flesh deep into my receptive wetness. Reaching beneath my clenched bottom he dug his fingernails into my flesh, causing me to heave up with convulsive jerks as he continued to spear his hard penis into my pussy, with short but very fierce strokes. I contracted the muscles of my vagina squeezing his rod as I felt the onset of another orgasm. All my senses and emotions were centred on the thrusting rod inside my vagina. I felt shivers rippling up and down my spine and a sensation of hot, liquid heat bubbling deep inside my lower body.

With an increased burst of energy the waiter's groin banged against my pelvis like a pile-driver pumping his hard rod between the slippery walls of my vagina with juddering thrusts which caused my breasts to wobble all over the place. I heaved my bum from the box to grind my pulsing pussy against him, while squeezing his rod with my vaginal muscles, as my legs slipped around his back till the ankles locked. When it exploded my huge orgasm was so overwhelming that I nearly blacked out and was only vaguely aware that he was filling my pussy with his semen, at the same time. His body stayed pressed against mine as my pussy sucked up every drop of semen from his jerking penis till, weak and dizzy from the fierce climax, I fell back. He rolled away from me. We rested, panting heavily, for a couple of minutes. He told me that it had been fantastic and that I was the most exciting woman he'd ever been with and that he'd wanted me from the first time he'd seen me and now that he'd tasted paradise he wanted more. I reminded him that I was married.

Reluctantly we stood up, dressed and left the alley and were soon swallowed up in the happy crowd. I made my way back to the hotel and, on the way, met one of our party and he told me that almost all our friends had also become separated so I knew there would be no questions asked about my absence.

We stayed for only two more days but, during that time I managed to meet the waiter three times and he screwed me into exhaustion each time. My husband and I have been trying for a baby for some time so we have not been using any form of contraception. I left New Orleans with memories which will never fade and might prove to be devastating because I am four months pregnant, dating from our trip.