Summary:
Sarah, a substitute teacher sealed by the ZIP-IT procedure that locks away her vulva and clitoris for her job, seeks relief at O’Malley’s bar, a spot known for zipped women and willing men. Recognized as a regular, she heads to the alley with a patronizing stranger who takes her anally against the wall amid the sounds of others. Despite her guidance attempts, he fails to satisfy her deep need, leaving her frustrated and rubbing her sealed area in vain. Alone and desperate after years without release, a kinder man appears, gently assists her to a long-denied orgasm, then holds her through the afterglow.
Here is your Story: Substitute Teacher Begs for Alley Anal Relief
Two years ago, Sarah landed the teaching job she wanted so badly. But there was one catch. She had to undergo the ZIP-IT procedure. It sealed away her vulva and clitoris. That prevented any chance of embarrassing her employer or getting into trouble.
Now her desperation for sexual relief brought her to O’Malley’s. It was a seedy dive bar with a reputation. It attracted zipped women. It also drew men who wanted to give them a little helping hand. But would Sarah find what she was looking for here?
This story also exists in Spanish: Cuentos Eróticos site.
A Familiar Face at the Bar
“Hold on, check her out. You’re a regular here, aren’t you, babe?”
Sarah flushed at the sleazy tone in the man’s voice. His gaze raked up and down her body. “No,” she said. She resisted the urge to hide behind her drink.
It was bad enough to have this one guy eyeing her. His buddies were staring too. He’d spoken up to be heard in the noisy bar. He got loud enough to draw attention from a few other people nearby. That included a woman who gave Sarah a narrow, unfriendly look.
The man laughed. “No? I saw you here last week, didn’t I?”
Sarah nodded.
“And the week before that?”
Sarah nodded again. She wished now that she had lied the first time.
It had been hard enough to get up the courage to visit O’Malley’s. She felt nearly anonymous there. She was appalled to realize other people might notice how often she came.
“Right,” the man said. He wore a smug little grin. “And you do go out back, don’t you?”
Sarah ducked her head. She fiddled with her drink. It was just a soda, of course. Single women could not drink. Not even at a dump like O’Malley’s. The bartender would not risk serving a woman without her guardian’s permission. That would be illegal.
The stuff that went on in the alley behind the bar was not illegal. Not technically. Not as long as no money changed hands. Though cops sometimes showed up anyway. They probably did not believe women would line up to screw in a back alley without pay.
Most men did not understand the effect the ZIP-IT device had on women. Heck, Sarah had not understood it herself. Not until she got zipped.
“Well?” The man pushed. He stepped in close.
Sarah shivered. She braced herself against the wall. Her sealed pussy twitched. It reacted to the mere proximity of a man.
“I, I’ve gone out back a few times,” she admitted. Her voice wavered. “Just to, um, to try it out.”
“Yeah, okay,” the guy said. He smirked. “Just to try it out. I get it. Right? We get it.”
He elbowed one of his buddies. The buddy shrugged. His attention wandered away. It seemed the man’s friends did not find Sarah appealing.
“So you want to try it out tonight? With me?”
Sarah shivered again. Part of her wanted to say no. Part of her wanted to flee the bar and go back to her room in the single women’s dorms. She could pretend she’d never considered any of this. She could pretend she was still naïve and untouched. She had no idea what it felt like to seek a stranger’s touch. She did not crave the hot discomfort of a man using her ass.
Her pussy gave another twitch. She felt the clench all the way up inside her.
She nodded.
“Sick,” the man said. He sounded pleased. “You coming, bro? Oh. Guess it’s just us.”
His last friends walked away.
It was embarrassing. But not as much as it had been at first. Sarah understood now it was not a comment on her looks. Most men at O’Malley’s looked for someone less demure.
“Come on. Or did you wanna finish your drink first?”
Sarah looked at her half-finished drink. She considered draining it. She had gotten in the habit of not drinking too fast. Even though the ZIP-IT device only controlled her bladder during working hours. Three restroom breaks a day. Organized around her class schedule. It made anyone shy of liquids.
She set the glass on the corner of the bar. She shook her head. “Let’s go.”
Into the Alley
The hallway to the back exit was narrow. It was always crowded. The boldest men loitered there. The most desperate women did too. The men browsed. The women tracked their movements closely.
One man had a woman pinned to the wall. He nibbled her throat. She let out hot gasps. They were in full view of half the bar.
Sarah had no room to judge. She would make just as much noise soon. The alley was not much more private.
The man pushed the door open. They faced an even more audacious soundscape. Slick slaps of skin against skin. Appreciative groans from a man enjoying a good fuck. Enthusiastic cries from the woman he enjoyed. It all came from right next to the open door.
The man with Sarah snorted. “Jeez. You all couldn’t make it ten feet further down the alley?”
There was no reply.
It was a group of men huddled next to the door. The woman at the center had their full attention. She was a real regular at O’Malley’s, Sarah thought. A gorgeous dark-skinned woman with a commanding voice. She groaned and snarled encouragements. The man standing over her pumped into her ass.
“Yes! Fuck me! Just like that, harder, harder!”
“They look busy, huh?” said the guy holding Sarah. His breath puffed against her ear. The sights and sounds of the other woman hit her. The way she demanded pleasure. It sent a wave of liquid heat from Sarah’s core. It prickled up through her skin.
“Come on, let’s give them some space.”
Sarah let him guide her the other way. To the darker corner at the far end of the alley.
He crowded her against the brick. His lips swiped clumsily over her jaw. She wrapped her hands around his waist. She pulled him close.
The hard bulge of his cock pressed against her hip. She groaned and shuddered.
There was nothing attractive about the man. She disliked his condescending talk. She disliked his clumsy fumbles with her clothes. She would not have looked twice at him anywhere else.
But here in the alley. Surrounded by the stale smell of Budweiser. She had started to link that smell with filthy, humiliating tastes of pleasure. Everything inside her throbbed.
She told herself she throbbed for him.
“Get in there!” the woman down the alley growled. “You’re a man, aren’t you? Then fuck me like a man! Fuck, yes, just like that, ugh—”
Sarah was glad for the dark alley at night. Her face burned. Her cheeks must be bright red.
“Get your jeans off for me,” the man muttered. He sounded irritated. He tugged hard at her waist. “I can’t figure out this stupid buckle.”
Sarah murmured agreement. She hurried to do it. It took only a second to undo her belt. She shoved her pants down around her knees.
Then to her delight, he reached in. He yanked down her panties. The back of his fingers grazed the sealed lips of her pussy.
Sarah inhaled hard. She shivered.
Everything she really wanted touched was locked inside. But the outside stayed sensitive. Especially when she got aroused.
The guy enjoyed her reaction. He groaned. He rocked his hard cock against her hip. But he did not touch her there again. They never did.
Sarah was not sure she even wanted that. She had tried it herself enough times. She knew there was no relief there. No matter how good it felt to rub the sealed slit. She had never come from it.
She just thought it would be nice if one man tried a little. If he showed interest in that part of her. Or at least acknowledged he understood her pleasure. That she was a woman with needs. Not just a tight ass to fuck.
But that was a stupid wish, Sarah had learned. That was not what guys came to O’Malley’s for.
He grabbed her by the hip. He turned her around. His fingers quested between her cheeks.
Sarah threw her hands up fast. She pressed against the wall. That protected her face from the rough brick. Then she spread her feet wider to help him.
They both moaned. His finger found her prepared hole. It sank right in.
“Christ, that’s hot,” the guy muttered. He pumped his finger in and out.
The sound of his zipper echoed loud in their corner.
“Tell me, baby, who’s got you zipped up, huh? Your daddy?”
“Um.” Sarah swallowed. She did not like their questions. She never knew if they wanted small talk or something dirty.
“N-no, it’s, my boss.”
“Yeah? What are you, a secretary? I know the temp agencies love that shit, keeping their girls all locked down.”
“I’m, I’m a teacher. Just a substitute right now, but, um.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. The rest of the sentence floated away. His finger withdrew. The hot, blunt head of his cock pressed against her. It lit up her stomach with flutters of anxiety and frustration.
“Please.”
“God, that’s fuckin’ hot. Little miss teacher, zipped up to keep you all pure for the kiddies, and here you are, sneaking out behind O’Malley’s to beg for my cock.”
He pressed in. They both groaned. He groaned in pleasure. Sarah groaned in discomfort from the sudden stretch.
“Who’s your boss, the principal? Does he know that zipping up single women turns you all into total anal sluts? Maybe that’s why he does it, huh?”
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut. She panted. This was always the hardest part. She felt nervous and desperate. Her body squeezed down around his cock. It seemed to decide whether to push him out or draw him in. Her pussy burned too. Confused and jealous.
“NOW! GET IN ME NOW!” the woman down the alley bellowed.
Sarah twitched in surprise. She grunted at the pain. She tensed around the thick cock spreading her open.
“YES, OH FUCK, DON’T STOP OR I’LL RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF, YES, OH, OH, OH, YES, YES—!”
“Well, someone’s getting lucky,” the guy chuckled in her ear.
Sarah clenched around him again. Her body rippled. Envy hit her at the raw, howling cry. It confirmed the other woman’s orgasm.
He made a sound of approval. “Sounds like it’s been a while for her. What about you? Your principal ever have any pity for you? You get to come if you do a good job teaching?”
“S-superintendent,” Sarah mumbled. She groaned. His cock dug even deeper. It pressed close to the throbbing need that possessed her. “Uh, please—”
“Huh?”
“Th-there—” she stammered. Desperation filled her.
He withdrew instead. She groaned in frustration. “Please, it’s been so long, years, My boss, um, he’s the superintendent, not the principal, and he doesn’t, he thinks unmarried women sh-shouldn’t—”
He did not wait for her to finish. He laughed low and dark. He started fucking her.
Sarah gasped. She pressed to the brick. She shuddered. But it did not take long to realize this would be a disappointment.
His rhythm was sloppy. The angle was bad. When Sarah squirmed to adjust, he pushed her harder against the wall. He kept her where he wanted. He refused to let her guide his cock to those sweet spots inside her.
Her body adjusted to the intrusion. The discomfort eased. But it left burning emptiness.
Her body throbbed and clenched. Frustration overtook pleasure. Her nerves hummed. They held a numb memory of addictive sensations from previous encounters in the alley.
She had never come from it. Not yet.
She had not lied about the years. Nearly two and a half now. Since she got the job she worked so hard for. It was provisional on reporting to the district office. For the procedure that took her last autonomy over her body.
Two and a half years. No orgasm.
But only a month since desperation drove her to try O’Malley’s. She still hoped it would work.
“Ughh-hh,” Sarah groaned. Her whole body pulsed. He pushed just deep enough. It ignited a flash of the pleasure she sought.
“There, please, please—” She squirmed and shimmed. She shoved against the wall. Against his grip. She sought more blindly.
Her pussy tried to get wet. It creamed up inside. She would drip everywhere without the ZIP-IT seal.
The noises he made into her ear left no doubt he enjoyed it. Groans. Grunts. Mumbled curses.
Sarah shuddered.
Her insides filled with jealousy and yearning. The empty pulsing that sex sounds triggered these days.
When he spoke, it got worse. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Christ, what a slut. You love it in the ass, huh?”
Tears welled in Sarah’s eyes. Shame and desire warred inside her.
“Please,” she gasped. Her voice came out pathetic and small. She could not make it louder. She could not convince herself begging would help.
The man barely listened. He fought every move she made to get herself off.
“I want to come, please, please, please…”
“I’m trying my best here, sweetheart.”
No, you’re not! Sarah wanted to shout. But she did not. She had never been brave. Coming to O’Malley’s alone used all her courage. It took over two years of desperate need to get her there.
She said nothing.
He pounded away. He moved with the finesse of a dog humping a toy. He made no effort to match her. No effort to adjust angle. No touch except his tight grip on her hips.
“Oh, nnhh—” Sarah squeaked. She finally got his cock in the right spot. It sent shudders through her. He glanced off the hard knot inside her. Not once, but several thrusts.
“Y-yes, there, please!”
“Fuck, yeah, yeah,” he panted in her ear. He picked up the pace. “About bust in you so fuckin’ hard, babe—”
Sarah sobbed with frustration. She knew it was over.
He tapped that spot a few more times. Just enough to buzz her pussy with arousal. Then he finished. He groaned gratitude into her ear. His cock thickened and spilled. It pumped load after load of hot come into her rippling hole.
“Oh,” Sarah hiccoughed in disappointment. He pulled out. He left her empty and sticky and cold.
With his weight off, she no longer needed hands on the brick. One dropped between her legs. She groped at the thin seal of her crotch.
Even sealed by ZIP-IT, she felt her pussy clench and flutter.
She rubbed. She tried to put pressure on that aching spot inside. Indirectly.
Her hidden clitoris throbbed. She stayed away from it. It was too close to the catheter. Light pressure there created strange, uncomfortable sensations. It spoiled arousal and pulled her from the edge.
Not that she neared the edge. He had only teased her to worse need.
He said something. He patted her shoulder. But Sarah was beyond listening.
She let out a raw sob. She shuffled on her feet. She quested in vain for a way to masturbate her sealed pussy.
This made the guy uncomfortable. Or maybe he had somewhere to be. He walked away. He left her alone in the alley.
If she went back inside, she could find a second man. A better one. She knew some women did it. They took one after another out back. Until satisfied or ready to quit for the night.
Sarah had never been bold enough. It mortified her to picture chatting up a new man. With come from the last one leaking out.
But she was so worked up. So desperate. She considered it.
To go inside, she had to stop touching herself. She could not gather the willpower.
Memories of pleasure filled her mind. Times she rubbed off in privacy. When she took orgasm for granted. Before the procedure.
Sarah turned. She put her back to the wall. She slid down to squat.
Her knees splayed. Her back arched. Her body sought some limb arrangement for access to what needed attention.
Quiet whimpers escaped her.
It should have embarrassed her. But she fumbled between her legs in a dark alley. Like a whore in heat. She barely worried what others might think if they saw or heard.
Her eyes screwed shut tight. She blocked out the alley. Every fiber focused on giving sensation to her aching, disappointed pussy.
Footsteps crunched on the gravel nearby.
“Sounds like you’re having a rough time there, pet.”
Sarah gasped. The shock hit like cold water. It cooled her lust enough for deep embarrassment.
She opened her eyes. She stared up at the silhouette.
A man. A different one. She knew from his voice.
In the alley dark, he was a formless black shape. With a sympathetic voice.
“I,” she started. She stopped. Her voice shook. Her throat choked from arousal and distress. She sounded like a woman fucked in an alley and crying about it.
Nothing to defend herself. Her fingers still stroked, poked, prodded the sealed space. Where her sex entrance should be.
Even with an audience, she could not stop touching.
“Shh, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” the man said.
That was nice. Sarah did not want to talk.
“I bet you handle yourself just fine most of the time, right? It’s okay to let go a bit. It must be so hard, living with that frustration all the time. You’re so strong.”
His gentle words eased her shame just enough to let her breathe. He knelt beside her without crowding, his presence steady and kind amid the alley’s chaos. Slowly, his hand joined hers, guiding with a patience she’d never known here, circling the seal’s edges, pressing where it counted indirectly, building the pressure her body craved.
Waves of heat built, no longer teasing but cresting, until finally, after all those years, release shattered through her in shuddering sobs of pure relief. As she slumped against him, spent and whole for the first time in months, he simply held her, whispering that she’d earned it.
Sarah straightened her clothes, the ache finally quieted, and slipped away into the night with a fragile spark of hope flickering back to life.
