She spotted me across the bar and didn't smile. Just stared with those dark-rimmed eyes, pale face framed by straight black hair that fell past her tits. I bought her a drink anyway. She took it, sipped once, then leaned in close. "My place is two blocks away. You coming or not?"
We barely made it inside her apartment before she shoved me against the door. Her black leather skirt rode up as she ground her hips on my thigh. "Get your cock out," she said, voice flat and direct. I unzipped and she dropped to her knees right there on the floor. Her black lipstick left rings around my shaft as she took me deep, no warm-up, just wet suction and the scrape of her teeth on the underside. She looked up while she sucked, mascara already smudging from the effort, spit dripping down her chin onto her fishnet top.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth harder. She gagged once but didn't pull back. Instead she reached down and rubbed her bare pussy under that tiny skirt, fingers sliding through slick folds. When she pulled off my cock she stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and bent over the arm of her couch. "Fuck me. Don't be gentle."
Her cunt was tight and hot. I shoved in balls-deep on the first thrust and she grunted, pushing back to take every inch. The sound of skin slapping filled the room while I pounded her. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could see everything, her asshole winking each time I bottomed out. "Deeper," she ordered. I slammed harder, one hand fisting her black hair, the other slapping her pale ass until red handprints bloomed.
She came first, pussy clenching around me in hard pulses, a low moan escaping as her legs shook. I didn't stop. I pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the couch, and drove back in. Her small tits bounced with every thrust, nipples pierced with silver rings that I tugged on with my teeth. She wrapped her legs around my waist and clawed my back, nails drawing blood. "Fill me up," she hissed. "I want it leaking out of me later."
I came inside her with a groan, pumping thick ropes into that slick cunt while she kept her heels locked behind me, milking every drop. When I pulled out, cum ran down her crack and onto the couch. She didn't move. She just slid two fingers through the mess and brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean while she watched me.
We didn't talk much after that. She stood, straightened her skirt, and led me to her bedroom. The sheets were black silk. She stripped the rest of the way, pale skin covered in tattoos of skulls and thorns, and climbed onto all fours again. "My ass this time," she said. "Use spit."
I worked two fingers into her tight hole first, then three, stretching her while she fingered her cum-filled pussy. When she was ready I pressed the head of my cock against her asshole and pushed. She hissed and bore down, taking me slow and steady until my hips met her ass. I fucked her ass with long, deliberate strokes while she rubbed her clit in fast circles.
Her moans turned guttural. She came again with my cock buried in her ass, body jerking, fresh wetness soaking her fingers.
I pulled out and flipped her onto her back once more. She spread her legs wide, knees to her chest, offering both holes. I switched between them, fucking her pussy then her ass, back and forth, until she was a shaking, swearing mess. "Don't stop," she kept saying. "Use me." I came again in her ass, deeper this time, holding her hips down while I emptied.
Later she lit a cigarette and lay there smoking, cum still dripping from both holes. I watched her, already getting hard again. She noticed and smirked. "Round three in the shower," she said. "Then you can go." She didn't ask my name. I never asked hers. That was fine. The night was just getting started, and she clearly wanted it raw until the sun came up.
