She walked into the bar like she didn't know what she was doing there. Tight top, no bra, nipples poking out, short skirt riding up her thighs. I bought her a drink and she giggled at everything I said, even the parts that weren't funny. "You're so smart," she said, leaning in so I could see down her shirt. "I don't get stuff like that."
I knew the type. She wanted to be treated like a dumb girl. So I did. I told her straight up, "You're not here to think. You're here to get fucked." Her eyes went wide but she didn't leave. Instead she squeezed her thighs together and nodded.
We went back to my place. I didn't waste time. I pushed her against the door as soon as it closed and yanked her top down. Her tits spilled out, full and soft. I grabbed them hard. "Dumb girls don't wear bras," I said. "They want their tits out so guys can play with them." She moaned and pushed her chest forward.
I spun her around, bent her over the arm of the couch, and flipped her skirt up. No panties.
Her pussy was already slick. I ran two fingers through it and shoved them inside. She gasped and wiggled her ass. "Look at this wet hole," I told her. "Dumb girl pussy gets soaked the second someone calls her out." I finger-fucked her fast and rough until she was dripping down her thighs.
She reached back like she wanted to touch herself. I slapped her hand away. "Dumb girls don't get to decide. They just take it." I pulled my cock out and rubbed the head up and down her slit, teasing her clit. She pushed back, trying to get me inside. I held her hips still and made her beg. "Say it," I ordered. "Tell me you're a dumb girl who needs cock."
"I'm a dumb girl," she panted. "I need your cock. Please."
I slammed in all the way. She cried out and clenched around me. I didn't go slow. I fucked her hard, deep strokes that made her ass ripple every time I bottomed out. Her tits swung under her. I reached around and pinched her nipples while I pounded her. "This is what dumb girls are for," I grunted. "Tight holes to dump cum in." She moaned louder, pushing back to meet every thrust.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the couch. Her legs spread wide without me asking. I shoved back in and held her ankles up by her head so I could watch my cock stretch her. She looked up at me with that empty, horny stare. "Tell me you're stupid for cock," I said.
"I'm stupid for cock," she repeated, voice shaky. "I'm just a dumb girl who needs it."
I fucked her faster, grinding against her clit on every stroke. Her pussy started fluttering. I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. "Cum like the dumb slut you are," I told her. She came hard, legs shaking, mouth open in a silent scream. I kept going right through it, overstimulating her until she was babbling nonsense.
When I was close I pulled out and straddled her chest. I slapped my cock against her tits. "Open your mouth, dumb girl." She did. I jerked off and shot thick ropes across her face and tongue. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and licked her lips like she was proud.
We weren't done. I gave her five minutes to catch her breath, then pulled her to the bedroom. I made her get on all fours on the bed and fucked her from behind again, this time slower but deeper, making her feel every inch. I reached under and played with her clit until she came a second time, face buried in the pillow, ass pushing back like she couldn't get enough.
Later I had her ride me. She was clumsy at first, like she really was too dumb to figure out the rhythm. I grabbed her hips and moved her the way I wanted, bouncing her on my cock while I told her she was nothing but a warm hole. She came again, thighs trembling, then collapsed on my chest. I rolled her over and kept fucking her until I filled her up.
We lay there catching our breath. She looked at me with that same blank, satisfied expression. "I don't even remember my own name right now," she said softly.
"Good," I told her. "Dumb girls don't need names. They just need to get used."
She smiled and spread her legs again.
