She walked into the bar like she owned every cock in the room, short black dress riding up her thighs, nipples pushing hard against the thin fabric. I bought her a drink, she laughed at my jokes, and two hours later we were back at my place tearing at each other’s clothes. “Fuck me raw,” she growled, yanking my pants down. Her hand wrapped around my dick, stroking it fast and tight while she pushed me onto the bed. I didn’t ask about protection; she didn’t offer any. She climbed on top, spread her wet pussy lips with two fingers, and sank down on my bare cock in one slick motion.
Her cunt was hot, tight, and dripping. She rode me hard, hips slamming, tits bouncing in my face. “Yeah, fuck that pussy,” she moaned, grinding her clit against me. I grabbed her ass and thrust up, feeling every inch of her slick walls squeeze me. She leaned down, tongue in my mouth, biting my lip while she fucked herself on my shaft.
Sweat slicked our skin. She came first, pussy pulsing and flooding around my cock, then I flipped her onto her back and pounded her deep until I shot my load straight into her.
We kept going all night. She sucked me hard again, licking her own juices off my dick, then got on all fours so I could slam into her from behind. Every thrust made wet slapping sounds. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, begging for it harder. I came twice more inside her, no condom, no questions. By morning she was gone, leaving only a note with her number and a smiley face.
Three days later my dick started burning when I pissed. It got worse fast—red, swollen, dripping. I called her. She answered on the first ring, voice low and dirty. “Yeah, I gave it to you,” she said. “Felt that load you pumped in me? That’s how it spreads.” Instead of hanging up I got hard again, remembering how tight and wet she’d been. We met up that night. She stripped me, examined the results of her work, then sucked my infected cock anyway, moaning like it turned her on.
She rode me bare again, telling me how many guys she’d done this to, how she loved feeling them get it from her. I came inside her once more, knowing exactly what I was catching and giving back. The burn, the mess, the risk only made every thrust filthier and hotter. We fucked until the sheets were soaked, both of us knowing the cycle would continue.
