She was leaning against the bar in all black, fishnet stockings ripped at the thighs, a tiny leather skirt barely covering her ass, and black lipstick that made her mouth look like it was made for sucking cock. I bought her a drink and she didn’t smile, just looked me over like she was deciding if I was worth the trouble. “You want to fuck me?” she asked, voice low and flat. I nodded. Ten minutes later we were in the back of a cab heading to her place.
Her apartment was dark, walls painted black, candles burning on every surface. She pushed me onto the couch and climbed on top, grinding her cunt against my jeans. “Get your cock out,” she said. I unzipped and she wrapped her cold fingers around it, stroking hard and fast like she wanted me to cum right there. Instead she slid down, black lips parting, and took the whole length into her mouth. The sight of that dark lipstick ring around my shaft made me throb. She sucked noisily, spit running down my balls, gagging herself on purpose every few strokes.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat. She moaned around it, eyes watering but never looking away. When she pulled off she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. “Bedroom. Now.” She stripped as she walked, skirt hitting the floor, top following. Underneath she wore nothing but a black lace garter belt holding up those torn fishnets. Her pale tits were small and pierced, nipples hard. Her pussy was shaved smooth except for a thin black landing strip.
She bent over the bed, ass up, and looked back at me. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I slammed into her in one thrust. She was soaking wet and tight. I pounded her hard, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks so I could go deeper. “Deeper, you fuck,” she growled. I grabbed her hips and gave it to her, balls slapping against her clit with every stroke.
She flipped over onto her back, legs spread wide. “Choke me while you fuck me.” My hand went around her throat and I squeezed just enough. Her eyes rolled back and her pussy clenched around my cock. I fucked her like that until she came, legs shaking, black nails digging into my arms. She didn’t make pretty sounds; she grunted and swore, “Fuck, yes, fill me up, you bastard.”
I pulled out and she immediately got on all fours again, reaching back to spread her cheeks. “Want my ass?” she asked. I spit on her hole and pushed in slow. She pushed back until I was buried to the hilt. Then she started rocking, fucking herself on my cock. I reached under and rubbed her clit while I pounded her ass. She came again, harder this time, screaming into the mattress.
We switched positions all night.
She rode me reverse cowgirl so I could watch that pale ass bounce. She sucked me clean after I came in her pussy, then made me eat her out while she smoked a cigarette. By the time the sun came up she was on her back again, legs over my shoulders, taking another load deep in her cunt. She kept me inside her after, clenching around me, milking every drop.
When I finally pulled out she lit another cigarette and smiled for the first time. “Not bad. Come back tomorrow night. Bring a friend if you want.” She didn’t ask my name. I didn’t ask hers. That was the whole point.
