I met her at the bar on a Tuesday night when I was already three beers deep and horny as hell.
She was tall, thick in all the right places, with long dark hair and a smirk that said she knew exactly what she wanted. We skipped the small talk after the second round. Back at my place she shoved me against the door, kissed me hard, and grabbed my dick through my jeans like she owned it.
"Get on your knees," she said, voice low and rough. I dropped without thinking. She hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her cock sprang out, thick and half-hard, the head already glistening. It was bigger than mine, veined, and fucking perfect. I opened my mouth and took it straight in, no teasing, just wet suction down to the root. She groaned and thrust forward, fucking my throat while I gagged and drooled down her shaft.
She tasted clean and salty. I sucked hard, tongue working the underside, one hand cupping her smooth balls. She held my head with both hands and used my mouth like a toy, hips snapping until spit ran down my chin and soaked my shirt. "That's it, take every inch," she growled. My own cock was throbbing untouched in my pants.
When she pulled out she was rock hard, shiny with my spit. "Strip and bend over the couch." I did it fast, kicking off my clothes. She spat on my hole, rubbed the head of her cock against it, and shoved in without warning. The burn hit first, then the stretch, then the deep full feeling as she buried herself balls-deep in one thrust. I grunted into the cushion while she started pounding, long rough strokes that made my ass slap against her thighs.
She fucked like she meant it, no mercy, gripping my hips and driving in hard enough to shake the couch. Every time she bottomed out I felt her balls slap my taint. My cock leaked onto the fabric below me. She reached around and stroked me in time with her thrusts, rough and fast. "You like getting fucked by a girl with a real cock, don't you?" she said. I could only moan yes.
She pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs up. This time she went slower, letting me watch her thick shaft disappear into my stretched hole. The sight was filthy and hot. She leaned down and kissed me while she fucked, tongues messy, her cock never stopping its deep grind. Sweat dripped from her onto my chest. She changed angles until she nailed my prostate on every stroke and I started shaking.
I came first, untouched except for the pressure inside me, shooting ropes across my stomach while she kept pounding through it. My ass clenched around her and she groaned, pace turning erratic. She pulled out at the last second, jerked her cock twice, and painted my hole and balls with thick cum. Then she pushed back in, fucking her load deeper while I twitched and gasped.
We didn't stop there. She made me suck her clean, then ride her on the floor until she got hard again. This time she took me on my side, one leg hooked over her hip, her hand around my throat while she whispered filthy shit about how tight I was and how she was going to use me all night. I came again from her hand and the relentless pressure on my prostate. She filled me a second time, slower and deeper, holding still while she pulsed inside me.
Afterward we lay there catching our breath, her softening cock still inside me. She kissed the back of my neck and said, "Round three in the shower." I knew I was in for a long night, and I was already hard again just thinking about it.
