She walked into the bar already wet, her short skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs. I spotted her from across the room and knew right away she was the one who had messaged me about my latest smut story. Her text had been blunt: "Your filthy words made my cunt throb. Want to fuck like the characters do?" No small talk needed. We skipped the drinks and went straight to my apartment.
The door slammed behind us. She dropped to her knees without a word, yanking my belt open and freeing my cock. It sprang out hard and heavy. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and licked the head in one slow stroke before sucking me deep into her throat. Her mouth was hot and slick, gagging softly as she took me to the back.
I grabbed her hair and thrust forward, fucking her face in short, rough strokes. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits.
"Stand up," I growled. She obeyed, and I spun her around, bending her over the couch. Her skirt flipped up easy. No panties. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny, already dripping. I slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint, then lined my cock up and shoved inside in one thrust. She was tight and soaked, gripping me all the way to the balls. She moaned loud and pushed back, meeting every slam of my hips.
I fucked her raw, skin slapping skin, the wet sounds filling the room. My hands dug into her hips as I pounded deep, pulling almost all the way out before driving back in. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fast, her cunt clenching around me. "Harder," she gasped. "Fuck that pussy like you mean it." I gave her exactly that, slamming in until her ass jiggled with every impact. She came first, shaking and cursing, her walls pulsing and flooding my cock with fresh slick.
I didn't stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was red and open, juices running down to her asshole. I shoved back inside and leaned over her, pounding straight down while I sucked on her nipples. She clawed at my back, legs locked around me. "Fill me up," she begged. "Shoot that load deep." I grunted and buried myself to the hilt, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her cunt. It overflowed around my shaft, leaking out with each slow thrust as I emptied.
We barely caught our breath before she pushed me down and climbed on top. My cock was still half-hard, coated in our mess. She sank onto it again, riding slow at first, then faster, grinding her clit against me. Cum and her juices squelched out with every bounce. I reached up and pinched her nipples hard while she used my cock like a toy, chasing another orgasm. She came again, screaming, her whole body jerking. The sight of her tits bouncing and her pussy swallowing me sent me over the edge a second time. I shot another load up inside her, mixing with the first.
We moved to the bedroom after that. She got on all fours on the bed, ass up, and I ate her out from behind, tongue lapping at her cum-filled hole before sliding lower to rim her tight asshole. She pushed back against my face, moaning dirty encouragements. When I was ready again I stood and drove my cock into her pussy once more, then pulled out and pressed against her ass. She reached back and spread herself open. "Do it. Fuck my ass." I worked the head in slow, then buried the rest in one steady push. Her ass was even tighter, gripping every inch. I fucked it steady and deep while she fingered her clit, both of us sweating and grunting like animals.
We kept going until the sheets were soaked and we were both spent, cum leaking from every hole she'd offered. She lay there panting, legs spread, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Write about this next," she said. "Make it just as filthy." I already knew I would.
