I met her at a dive bar downtown, the kind where the lights are low and the whiskey hits fast. Her name was Lena, and she came at me like a storm. Tight black dress, wild black hair, eyes that screamed trouble. She grabbed my drink, downed it, and said, "You look like you need to get fucked stupid tonight." No hello, no small talk. Just that. I should have walked away, but my cock was already twitching, so I bought her another round and let her drag me to the back alley for a quick taste.
She shoved me against the brick wall, yanked my zipper down, and wrapped her lips around my dick like she was starving. No teasing, no slow licks. She sucked hard, spit running down my balls, gagging herself on purpose while her fingers dug into my thighs. "Fuck my face," she growled between slurps, and I did, thrusting deep until tears streaked her mascara. She pulled off, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and laughed like a crazy bitch. "Your place. Now."
We barely made it through my door before she was on me again. Clothes hit the floor in seconds. Her body was lean and hungry, tits small but nipples hard as rocks, pussy already slick when she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. "Feel how wet that is? That's for you, asshole. Now fuck it." I pushed her onto the couch, spread her thighs, and slammed my cock straight into her.
No condom, no warning. She screamed and clawed my back, legs locking around me like a vice.
Lena didn't fuck like normal girls. She bucked and twisted, biting my shoulder hard enough to draw blood while she yelled, "Harder, you pussy, wreck me!" I pounded her deep, balls slapping her ass, the wet sound of her cunt filling the room. She came fast, first time, squirting around my shaft and laughing through it, body shaking like she was possessed. But she didn't stop. She flipped us over, straddled me, and started riding like she wanted to break my dick off. Up and down, grinding her clit against me, tits bouncing, hair flying everywhere. "Look at this crazy pussy taking every inch," she taunted, reaching back to squeeze my balls.
I flipped her again, bent her over the arm of the couch, and drove back in from behind. She reached between her legs to rub her clit while I slapped her ass red. "Spank me harder, fucker," she demanded, and I did until her cheeks glowed. Her dirty mouth never quit. "I'm your crazy slut tonight. Fill this hole. Make it drip." I felt her tighten again, second orgasm hitting while she howled and thrashed, pushing back to take me deeper.
We moved to the bedroom because the couch was soaked. She pushed me onto the bed, climbed on reverse cowgirl, and worked my cock with her ass cheeks first, teasing before she sank down again. This time she went slower for a minute, rolling her hips in circles, then exploded back into manic thrusting. Her fingers worked her own clit while she bounced, and she kept looking over her shoulder with that wild grin. "You gonna cum in me or what? I want it leaking out when I walk tomorrow."
I lasted as long as I could, but her pussy was gripping like a fist and her crazy energy was contagious. I grabbed her hips, slammed up hard, and unloaded deep inside her, pulse after pulse. She came with me, third time, screaming and grinding down to milk every drop. When she finally slid off, my cum ran down her thighs and she scooped some up with two fingers, licked them clean, and winked. "Tastes like you survived the crazy girl."
We didn't sleep much. Round two started in the shower with her on her knees again, water streaming over us while she sucked me back to life. Round three had her riding my face first, soaking my beard before she turned around and took my cock in her ass, slow and filthy, calling herself my dirty little maniac the whole time. By morning she was gone, leaving only a note on the pillow that said, "Call me if you want round four, psycho." My body ached, my sheets were ruined, and I already knew I'd be dialing that number.
