She spotted him across the bar, the tall guy in the tight red dress and fishnets, lipstick smeared just right on his full mouth. I was the girl who walked right up to him and said, "Nice legs, but I bet they look even better spread." He grinned, voice low and husky when he answered, "Buy me a drink and find out how spread they get."
We skipped the small talk fast. His place was a short cab ride away. The second the door shut he shoved me against it, his painted nails digging into my hips while his tongue pushed into my mouth. I grabbed his cock through the dress and felt it already hard, thick, twitching under the satin. "Fuck, you’re packing," I growled, yanking the hem up so I could wrap my fingers around his bare shaft. He wasn’t wearing panties. Precum already leaked from the tip.
He dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, pulled my jeans open and sucked my clit like he’d been starving for pussy. His tongue flicked fast and sloppy, two fingers sliding into me while he moaned around my cunt. I held his head, smearing his lipstick across my skin, and told him exactly what I wanted. "Suck it harder, you filthy crossdressing slut. Get me wet so I can sit on that cock."
We made it to the bedroom still half-dressed. I pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top, and sank down on his dick in one rough thrust. He filled me deep, the stretch perfect and nasty. I rode him hard, tits bouncing, while he reached up to pinch my nipples and called me his dirty little girl. The dress was still on him, bunched around his waist, stockings torn where I’d clawed at them. Every time I slammed down he grunted like an animal.
I flipped us so he was on top, legs in the air, still wearing the heels. I told him to fuck me like he meant it. He did. His hips snapped forward, balls slapping my ass, the wet sound of his cock pounding my soaked pussy filling the room. I reached between us and rubbed my clit while he leaned down and sucked on my tongue, tasting himself on me. "You like fucking a real girl while you’re dressed like one?" I hissed. He answered by slamming in harder, making the headboard slam the wall.
We switched again. I got on all fours and he took me from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to circle my clit. His cock drove so deep I saw stars. I came first, cunt clenching around him, juices running down my thighs. He didn’t stop. He kept pounding through my orgasm until I was shaking, then pulled out and flipped me onto my back.
"Want it on your tits or in your mouth?" he asked, stroking himself fast, lipstick ruined, mascara smudged. I opened wide and stuck out my tongue. He came with a loud groan, thick ropes shooting across my lips and chin, some landing on my tongue so I could taste him. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest off my fingers while he watched, still breathing hard in that wrecked red dress.
We lay there catching our breath, his hand lazily stroking my thigh. After a minute he leaned over and kissed me slow, dirtier than before, like we were just getting started. "Round two in the shower?" he asked.
I smiled and pulled him on top of me again.
