I met her at the bar on a Friday night, some dive with sticky floors and cheap beer. She was leaning against the counter in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, smoking a cigarette even though it was against the rules. I bought her a shot, told her she looked like trouble, and she laughed and said, "You have no idea." Twenty minutes later we were in the back alley, my hand up her skirt, fingers sliding over her soaked panties while she ground against my palm.
We didn't make it far. Her place was a short walk, a messy apartment with clothes on the floor and a bed that creaked the second we hit it. She shoved me down and climbed on top, yanking my jeans open. My cock sprang out hard as fuck, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking rough and fast. "Nice dick," she muttered, then spit on it and took the head in her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue worked the underside.
I grabbed her hair and pushed deeper, fucking her face until she gagged. She pulled off with a wet pop, eyes watering, and stripped the dress off. Her tits were full and heavy, nipples dark and stiff. I sat up and sucked one into my mouth, biting just enough to make her hiss, while my fingers found her pussy. She was dripping, shaved smooth, and I shoved two fingers straight in, pumping them while my thumb rubbed her clit.
"Fuck me already," she growled, pushing me back and straddling my hips. She lined my cock up and sank down in one smooth drop, taking every inch. Her cunt was tight and hot, gripping me like a fist. She rode me hard, bouncing so her tits slapped against her chest, moaning loud every time she bottomed out. I reached up and slapped her ass, then gripped both cheeks and spread them while I thrust up to meet her.
We flipped after a few minutes. I put her on all fours, face down in the pillows, and slammed back into her from behind. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. I reached under and rubbed her clit in fast circles while I pounded her, feeling her pussy flutter and squeeze. She came first, screaming into the mattress, juices running down my balls. I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through it, pulling her hair so her back arched, driving in deeper.
She wanted it rougher. She told me to choke her while I fucked her, so I wrapped my hand around her throat and squeezed just enough while I hammered her pussy. Her second orgasm hit harder, her whole body shaking, cunt pulsing around my cock. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved back in, legs over my shoulders so I could get balls-deep.
I fucked her like that until my own orgasm built tight in my gut.
When I came I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. She kept her legs locked around me, milking every drop while she kissed me messy and open-mouthed. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, sweat-slick skin sliding together.
Later we did it again in the shower, her bent over the sink while I took her from behind, water running over us. She came twice more before I pulled out and painted her lower back. We ended up back in bed, her head on my chest, both of us too spent to move. She fell asleep first. I lay there listening to her breathe, cock twitching with aftershocks, already thinking about round three when she woke up.
