I met her at the bar on a Friday night, both of us a couple drinks in and already eye-fucking across the room. Her name was Lena, twenty-two, tight body in a short black dress, and she told me straight up she wanted to get fucked. We barely made it back to my apartment before I had her against the door, my mouth on her neck and my hands grabbing her ass.
"Take your dress off," I told her, voice low and rough. She peeled it over her head and stood there in nothing but a black thong and heels. Her tits were perfect, nipples already hard. I yanked my shirt off and dropped my jeans, my cock springing out thick and ready. She stared at it and licked her lips.
I pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top. No slow romance bullshit, just raw need. I hooked my fingers in that thong and ripped it down her legs. Her pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. I spread her thighs wide and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her wetness.
"You ready for this dick?" I asked.
"Fuck yes," she breathed.
"Do it."
I lined up and shoved in hard. Her cunt was tight as hell, gripping every inch as I sank balls deep on the first thrust. She gasped loud, back arching, but she didn't pull away. I started pounding right away, the bed creaking under us. Each stroke made a wet slapping sound as my hips slammed into her. Her juices coated my shaft and dripped down onto the sheets.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, fucking her like I owned that pussy. She moaned dirty words back at me. "Harder, fuck me harder, stretch me out." So I did. I pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in, bottoming out against her cervix every time. Her tits bounced with the force. Sweat started rolling down my back.
After a few minutes I flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and drove back inside from behind. Doggy always feels dirtier. I smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint and watched my cock disappear between her cheeks. Her asshole winked at me with every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her clit fast and rough while I fucked her. She came quick, pussy clamping down and flooding my cock with fresh cream. Her legs shook but I didn't stop.
I pulled out, flipped her again, and shoved back in missionary so I could watch her face. Her eyes were glassy, mouth open. I fucked her deep and steady now, grinding my pubic bone against her clit on every stroke. "You like getting fucked like a slut on our first night?" I growled.
"Yes, God yes, keep using me," she answered, voice hoarse.
I felt my balls tighten. I pulled out at the last second and stroked my cock over her stomach, shooting thick ropes of cum across her tits and belly. She rubbed it into her skin with her fingers while I caught my breath, then she leaned up and sucked the head clean, tasting both of us.
We didn't talk much after. She stayed the night. Round two came an hour later when I woke up hard again and slid into her while she was still half-asleep on her side. Slower that time but still deep, her ass pressed back against me, my hand around her throat just enough to make her moan. She came again with my fingers on her clit and my cock buried to the hilt.
By morning light I had her on the kitchen counter, legs over my shoulders, pounding another load into her. Her pussy was swollen and used, cum leaking out around my shaft. She left with my number and a satisfied smirk, thighs sticky under her dress.
That first night set the tone. Raw, filthy, no holding back. Every time after was just as direct.
