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The Alleys of Lumiose City	By : JustS Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 19483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Story 1: Serena Pays Up
- 2-Story 2: A Beauty-full Prize
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Story 1: Serena Pays Up
Serena was regretting venturing into the alleys of Lumiose City.
She held out her Pokéball, recalling her unconscious Fennekin. It had just been thoroughly dominated by her opponent's Pokémon, a boulder-like creature that her Pokédex called a Golem.
There was something unsavoury about her victor. The black-haired, olive-skinned man clearly didn't take much care in his appearance being chubby, scruffy and greasy-looking. Despite that, he wore a white business suit that looked to be in fairly good condition. From his male pattern baldness and weathered features she deduced that he was likely middle-aged.
But it wasn't just his looks. The leering smirk on his features as he first set eyes on her was what really pushed him into creepy territory. She was just a teenage girl after all, only a few days into her country-spanning journey on the way to being a full-fledged Pokémon trainer.
That look was still on his face now, albeit more smug-looking after his victory.
He stepped towards her, through the space where their Pokémon had just been battling.
'Time to pay up, sweet thing.' He said in his smooth yet slimy manner, moving uncomfortably close to her.
She reached into her handbag, stiffly rummaging around for her purse.
Her teeth were gritted and her cheeks a little flushed, both clear signs frustration and embarrassment. Not only was his creepiness starting disturb her but she was also upset by how easily her team had been crushed by his. She wanted to give him his prize money and get out of her as quickly as possible.
She finally grabbed her purse and pulled it out. Snapping it open she soon realised she hadn't got enough cash on her to give him his rightful winnings.
Amongst Pokémon trainers it was was considered very poor form to not have the reward money on hand upon losing a match. It wasn't technically against the official rules of trainer battles, but it might as well have been.
'Shit.' She uttered under her breath.
'Hmmm? What's wrong, sweet cheeks?' He inquired.
'I'm a bit low on cash.' She stated, the frustration evident in her tone.
Though she was still very much perturbed by him, she spoke as politely as possible in hopes he would be forgiving.
The money didn't matter to him. In fact, he was pleased she didn't have it. He desired a different reward from her.
As she placed her purse back in her bag, he stepped right up close to her, almost pressing against her body. He raised his right hand to the locks of blonde hair aside her left cheek, stroking downward with the backs of his fingers.
'That's okay, I'd much prefer another form of payment.'
Serena was taken aback by his actions. She looked to up his face, as if confirm his implied meaning based on his expression. Sure enough, the lustful sneer on his slightly parted lips and the fixed, determined glint in his eyes said it all.
In a desperate and spontaneous move she tried to play dumb, hoping her ploy would work long enough to make a break for it.
'If you come with me to a cash point I can get you your-'
She began to pull away but he grabbed her by her left wrist, holding her in place.
'That's isn't the way of the alleys. If you can't pay in cash immediately, you have to pay in another method- a method decided by your bester.'
She stared at him angrily, not knowing if what he spoke of was true or complete shit.
She'd heard various different rumours about what went on in the alleys of the city. Since the only recurring one was that Pokémon trainers battled there, she'd passed off the rest as ignorant hearsay.
But what if there genuinely were unspoken rules and a clandestine society here? If she resisted his passes now would something worse come of this later on? Furthermore, could he report her to the trainers' guild for not sufficiently fulfilling the battle reward?
Paralysed by these fears, she hadn't noticed him reach into his left jacket pocket. He retrieved something before holding up his hand near her face. A purple condom packet was held between his middle and fore fingers.
Having protection certainly made the prospect a lot less objectionable.
'I won't take long,' he said, 'and I'll leave you looking presentable.'
His terms were certainly softening from what she'd feared. It was still sex with this unpleasant stranger, but at least it would be quick and consequence-free.
Assuming that no one saw them, of course. She got the feeling he wanted to do it right here, right now. Even if this was a two-way alley, it was still broad daylight with a good chance that someone could approach from either direction.
Serena mentally weighed up the risks, both now and potentially later if he didn't get his reward.
Finally, she swallowed her pride.
She relaxed her left arm. His grip on her wrist loosened then fell away. She dropped her arm to her side.
'Where?' She said, quietly and solemnly.
She lowered her gaze, not wanting to see any potential satisfaction on his face.
'That alley on the left.' He replied, casually.
Her head hanging low, she turned her neck. Seeing the alley he was referring to, she glanced past him and then behind her, making sure that no one was in visual range.
Then, without any physical coercion from him, she turned and slowly walked into the side alley.
He tailed close behind, also glancing up and down the way before following her in.
Serena thanked her lucky stars that this alley had no doors or windows on the buildings. As a dead end there was only a small chance someone would see her and the stranger, so long as they kept quiet.
'Bend over, against the wall.' He instructed.
She approached the dead-end wall, leaning half-heartedly upon outstretched arms. She kept her bulky handbag slung over her right shoulder. Just because she was going along with this didn't mean she had to make an effort or be particularly accommodating.
She heard his footsteps approach her from behind, followed by the clinking of a belt and the rustle of clothes.
She really didn't want to look back, but she had to make sure he actually put that condom on.
Looking over her right shoulder, she saw him with his trousers and underwear around his ankles. Through her sidelong glance she could see his partially erect penis and pendulous testicles. Even more eye-catching was the thicket of black hair surrounding them; clearly another aspect of his appearance he didn't take much care of.
Though she was perturbed by the sight of this middle-aged stranger's junk, she was oddly attracted to looking at it. She hadn't seen that many male sexual organs in her relatively short life and none that belonged to an older man. She noted that though he wasn't exactly wrinkly, his skin definitely wasn't as firm or vibrant-looking as males nearer her age.
Sticking to his word, he had extracted the condom, dropping it's empty packaging to the ground. His eyes roaming across her waiting body, he was stoking his shaft in his other hand, getting it fully prepared.
After he got it up to presumably full-length, he deftly unfurled the elastic latex sheath over it.
Completely exposed blow the waist, erection hovering solidly aloft, he approached Serena from behind. She averted her eyes, looking ahead to the blank wall. She didn't want to feel, let alone see, what was coming next.
She felt her skin crawl and break out in goosebumps as his large, warm hands gripped her hips. He pulled them toward him, curving her back thus making her rump stick further upwards and outwards. He then lifted the hem of her red skirt up with his left hand, grabbing the waistband of her black cotton panties with his right.
The stranger's movements were direct and matter of fact, with no warmth or flourish. It seemed he was eager to get on with this, or at least get it over with without being spotted.
He heavy-handedly tugged the plain panties down in one fist, letting them drop limply around her legs after they'd cleared her buttocks.
Serena quivered, her young womanhood exposed to the elements. She mentally girded herself, grimly anticipating this unsavoury stranger having his way with her nubile body.
A firm grip upon her clothed left hip, her bare skin tingled as she sensed his unrestrained body heat draw close. His rubber-covered head was abruptly against her nether lips.
She squirmed at the unpleasantness of it, quickly writhing even more as he wasted no time in pressing inside her.
A disgusted, uncomfortable utterance left her mouth as he pushed further within. Her dry pussy made it particularly tight going so he had to put a good deal of force behind himself. Her passage stung, having to accept his unwanted length. If it hadn't been for the smooth, rubbery surface and lubrication of the condom the experience might have been substantially painful.
He made a content and repulsive moan as his hot, thick shaft was completely buried within her. The interior and exterior muscles of her lower torso twinged. His big belly was pressed right up against her ass.
Gripping both her hips now, he slowly drew himself back, relishing the heat and constriction of her cunt as he went. He inhaled as he did so, exhaling with a unpleasant guttural hum as he smoothly pushed back inside.
At this point Serena could nothing but hang her head. She mentally prayed for this to be over as quickly as possible.
The only thing she was glad about right now was that she wasn't a virgin, otherwise this would have been a completely humiliating experience rather than just a moderately shameful one.
Slowly but surely, the stranger had built up a steady rhythm, synchronising his pelvic thrusts with him pulling her rump back onto him. Her slim body rocked with each motion, her soft flesh jiggling and her big blonde hair bobbing back and fourth. Her red felt hat was in serious danger of falling from her head.
Their various primal noises were amplified by the closed-in environment; his varying breathes and grunts, the relentlessly slapping of flesh, the rustling contents of her handbag and the occasional squeak of latex.
Maintaining his thrusting, he now leant his upper body inwards and slid his hands underneath and up her body. He grabbed her chest with his palms, holding her upper body tightly with his forearms.
Her breasts were moderately sized, perhaps not fully matured, but felt oh so soft beneath her thin sleeveless top and bra. He toyed with them in his big warm palms, stretching and squashing them at his own whim.
Serena's outstretched arms were becoming seriously numb so she unconsciously bent further down and instead used forearms to brace herself against the wall. In the transition, she let her handbag slip from her left arm and clatter to the paved ground. Her spine was now almost horizontal, allowing him to make easier, smoother strokes within her from a standing position.
The stranger was thoroughly revelling in banging this girl. From the moment he laid eyes on her he was beset with lust. Not for a moment did he think he would get to fuck her so he simply took long, leisurely looks at her during their battle.
Her appearance stirred something inside him; that slender, feminine body, her beautiful golden locks, the pleasing swell of her chest. That short skirt and those thigh-high nylon stockings might have well cried out for him to fantasise about her nether regions.
He was so fucking glad that he was pounding her tight pussy. She must've been the youngest fuck he'd ever had and definitely the tightest. This would be a massive boost to his middle-aged ego.
Serena continued to submit to his will, trying desperately to think happy thoughts.
His 'reward' session was taking longer than she'd hoped, having elapsed at least five minutes. If she was spotted or, heaven forbid, even recognised by a passerby in this lewd tryst her reputation and career as a trainer could be in jeopardy.
Please, hurry up, she mentally urged him.
It wasn't much longer until he finally approached his breaking point.
Consumed with a frenzied passion, he aggressively pushed her flat up against the wall. A surprised squeak left her mouth as she was slammed firmly against the brick surface, sandwiched between his large body.
The stranger held her tightly in place, pinning her wrists against the wall with both hands. Thrusting more vertically now to account for the position change, he pounded her stinging, soft behind with a heightened vigour.
He huffed and grunted hard by her ear, his head now right beside hers. The sweaty side of his head mingled with her fluffy blonde locks, and the heat and moisture from his breaths near her face further added to the unpleasantness.
A stream of mewling left her own lips as he slammed against her trapped body. Not expressions of pleasure but of anxiety and discomfort, partially forced out via the air coming from her lungs as pressure was thumped upon her rib cage.
Even though she knew he was protected, she couldn't help but fear the moment of his climax.
He moved his hands down to her slender hips, giving himself better purchase as he rammed into her with reckless abandon.
He began to make thick, heaving breathes that were rising in intensity.
Serena knew what was coming and mentally braced herself. She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead and the brim of her hat against the wall.
Finally- thankfully, regrettably- he came.
He made one last momentous thrust, burying his throbbing sex completely into her cunt, slamming tightly against her. Seeing powerful stars in his vision, he let out a deep, long, unreserved groan that rattled through her slim body. His dick spasmed vigorously, erupting his cum within her, while the rest of his body seized up.
A gasp escaped Serena's lips as he made his last, dizzying drive. She felt his thick length twinge throughout her tight passage within its condom, the heat from his semen build-up still noticeable. His flabby, warm body was pressing her hard against the wall while he continued to spurt, making it hard for her to breathe.
Soon, his body went limp, the power of his orgasm subsiding. He left his dick inside her for a good few seconds as he regained his composure and caught his breath.
Eventually, his flow ceased and his manhood began to shrink. He stepped back, dragging his latex-covered shaft from her pussy.
He squeezed his length before pulling off the used rubbery sheath, throwing it lazily to the paved ground. He swiftly began to get dressed, pulling up his boxers.
Serena stayed leaning limply against the wall. Her mind a cocktail of emotions, most prominently shame, she didn't have the wherewithal to move. She didn't particularly want to set eyes on him either, now or ever again.
Her skirt had flopped back down after he'd finished with her, covering her modesty. Her panties may have still been around her booted ankles, but she was at least presentable if someone else passed by, at least at a glance.
Serena nor the stranger said a word until he was in the process of buckling his belt.
He had lost much of his composure after exerting himself, his sleazy manner greatly diminished as he spoke. Still, it sounded like he was smiling slightly as he said:
'If you ever want to do anything again, battle or... whatever, look for me.'
With that, she heard him turn and walk away.
When she was sure he was gone, she bent down and gingerly pulled up her panties. Slowly, she made her way out of the side alley. She knew to be more careful in the winding Lumoise back streets in the future.
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