She was twenty-three, from Calgary, and she told me straight up she wanted cock before we even left the bar. Her name was Jess, short for Jessica, with that prairie-girl accent that made every filthy word sound dirtier. We’d met on some app, and within ten minutes of sitting down she leaned over and said, “I haven’t been fucked in three weeks. You look like you can fix that.” No small talk, no games. Just raw need.
I took her back to my hotel room downtown. The second the door closed she was on her knees, yanking my belt open. “Get it out,” she ordered, voice low and hungry. My cock sprang free and she wrapped her lips around it without hesitation, sucking hard and fast like she was starving. Spit ran down her chin as she took me deep, gagging but not stopping. Her hands gripped my ass, pulling me forward so I fucked her throat. “Mmmph, yeah, use my mouth,” she mumbled around the shaft, eyes watering but locked on mine.
I pulled her up, spun her around, and bent her over the bed. She was already soaked. Her jeans hit the floor and I shoved two fingers straight into her tight Canadian pussy. She was dripping, hot, and clenching around me. “Fuck, finger that cunt,” she moaned, pushing back. I added a third and pumped her hard until she was shaking. Then I replaced my hand with my cock, slamming in balls-deep in one thrust. She screamed into the sheets, “Yes, fuck me like that, pound my hole!”
Jess was loud and filthy. Every stroke made her talk dirtier. “Harder, wreck this pussy. I want to feel it tomorrow.” I grabbed her hips and railed her, skin slapping loud and wet. Her ass jiggled with every impact. I reached under and rubbed her clit fast and rough. She came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting a little onto my balls. “Don’t stop, keep fucking it,” she gasped.
We switched positions fast.
She climbed on top, straddling me reverse so I could watch her ass bounce. She rode like a cowgirl who knew exactly what she was doing, grinding down, taking every inch. Her juices coated my shaft. “Look at that stretched cunt,” I growled. She reached back, spread her cheeks, and kept bouncing. “You like watching this Canadian slut fuck herself on your dick?” she taunted.
I flipped her onto her back, legs over my shoulders, and drove in deep. Her tits bounced with each thrust. She pinched her own nipples and begged for more. “Choke me a little,” she said. I wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed while I pounded her. Her eyes rolled back and she came again, screaming my name mixed with curses. “Fuck, fuck, fill me up, cum in this pussy!”
I pulled out at the last second and painted her stomach and tits with thick ropes. She rubbed it into her skin, then licked her fingers clean. We weren’t done. She sucked me hard again and climbed on for round two, this time facing me so I could watch her face while she used my cock. She came twice more before I flipped her onto all fours and took her ass. She was tight there too, but she pushed back, moaning, “Fuck my asshole, stretch it out.”
By the end of the night the sheets were soaked, her makeup was ruined, and she was lying there with a satisfied grin, cum leaking from both holes. “Tell your buddies about the Canadian girl who fucked you stupid,” she said before she left. “I want more stories like this.” She walked out into the Alberta night like nothing had happened, already swiping on her phone for the next one.
