She walked into the bar like she owned the night, tight black dress hugging her slim Asian body, long dark hair swinging down her back. I spotted her right away, that petite frame and those sharp eyes scanning the room. When she caught me staring, she didn't look away. Instead she smiled, slow and knowing, and came straight over.
"You buying?" she asked, voice low and direct.
I nodded, ordered us drinks, and we skipped the small talk fast. Her name was Mia. She was twenty-two, Korean, working at some tech firm downtown. I told her I was thirty, just here for the weekend. Ten minutes later her hand was on my thigh under the table, squeezing.
"Your place or mine?" she said.
"Mine. It's closer."
We barely made it through my door before she dropped to her knees. Mia yanked my belt open, pulled my cock out, and wrapped her lips around it without a word.
She sucked hard, taking me deep, her tongue working the underside while her small hand stroked the base. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, watching her eyes water as she gagged but kept going.
"Fuck, you taste good," she mumbled around my shaft, spit dripping down her chin.
I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the couch. The dress came up, panties down. Her ass was perfect, round and firm. I slapped it once, hard, then slid two fingers into her pussy. She was already soaked, tight and hot, clenching around my fingers as I pumped them in and out.
"Harder," she demanded. "Don't be gentle."
I lined up my cock and drove in deep in one thrust. Mia moaned loud, pushing back against me. I fucked her raw, gripping her hips, pounding into that wet cunt with steady, heavy strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit, getting even wetter around my cock.
We moved to the bedroom. I stripped her dress off completely and laid her on her back, legs spread wide. Her small tits bounced as I slammed back inside her. I leaned down, sucked on her nipples, then kissed her rough, tongues fighting while I kept thrusting. She wrapped her legs around me, heels digging into my back, pulling me deeper.
"Flip me," she said. "Fuck me from behind again."
I did. On all fours this time, I spread her ass cheeks and watched my cock disappear into her pussy over and over. She reached back and played with her own asshole, pushing one finger in while I fucked her. That pushed me close. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and straddled her chest. She opened her mouth and took my load, swallowing most of it, the rest dripping onto her lips and chin.
We weren't done. Mia pushed me onto my back and climbed on top. She sank down on my cock, riding me slow at first, then faster, grinding her clit against me. Her hands were on my chest, nails digging in. I reached up and pinched her nipples hard. She came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing tight around me, juices running down my shaft.
I rolled her over once more and fucked her missionary, deep and steady, watching her face. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time. When I came again it was inside her, filling her up while she moaned and held me close.
We lay there breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. Mia turned her head and grinned.
"Round three in the shower?"
I pulled her up and carried her there. Water running hot, I pressed her against the tile and took her standing, one leg hooked over my arm. She came again, biting my shoulder, then dropped to her knees and sucked me clean until I finished down her throat one last time.
Later, tangled in the sheets, she traced a finger over my chest.
"Same time next week?" she asked.
I nodded. "Your turn to host."
She laughed, low and dirty, already reaching for my cock again.
