I met her at the bar on a Tuesday night when the place was half empty and the lights were low. She was tall, dark hair falling over one eye, red lips smirking at me from across the room. I bought her a drink and she didn’t waste time. “I’ve got a cock bigger than yours and I want to use it on you,” she said straight out, voice low and rough. My dick twitched right there in my jeans.
Her name was Lena. We left ten minutes later and went back to her apartment. The second the door shut she shoved me against it, mouth on mine, tongue pushing deep while her hand grabbed my crotch and squeezed. “Get hard for me,” she growled. I was already there.
She stripped fast. Black dress hit the floor. No bra. Small perky tits with hard nipples. Then she pushed her panties down and out flopped a thick, half-hard cock, smooth and veined, balls heavy underneath. It was bigger than mine, no question. She stroked it once, twice, and it stiffened up fast, head shiny.
“On your knees,” she said. I dropped. She fed that cock into my mouth without asking. It tasted clean and a little salty. I sucked hard, taking as much as I could while she held my head and fucked my throat in short thrusts. “That’s it, choke on it,” she muttered. Spit ran down my chin. She pulled out and slapped my face with the wet shaft, then shoved back in.
When she was fully hard she dragged me to the bedroom. She bent me over the edge of the bed, yanked my pants down, and spread my ass. A cold squirt of lube hit my hole. Two fingers pushed in, scissoring me open. “You’re tight,” she said. “Gonna feel every inch.”
She lined up and pushed. The head popped past my ring and I groaned. She didn’t go slow. She sank that thick cock into me in one long thrust until her balls pressed against me. I felt stretched wide and full. She started fucking, hard and steady, hips slapping my ass. Every stroke dragged over my prostate and my own dick leaked onto the sheets.
Lena reached around and grabbed my cock, jerking it in time with her thrusts. “You like getting fucked by a girl with a bigger dick than yours?” she taunted. I could only grunt yes. She picked up speed, pounding me, the wet sound of lube and skin loud in the room. Sweat dripped off her onto my back.
She pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and climbed on top.
She sank down onto my cock this time, taking me to the root in one move. Her own cock bobbed between us, slapping my stomach as she rode me. She leaned down and kissed me messy while she bounced. “Fuck me back,” she ordered. I thrust up hard, meeting her.
We switched again. She put me on all fours and mounted me once more, deeper this time. One hand fisted my hair, the other reached under to stroke me. “Come while I’m inside you,” she said. I did, shooting onto the bed while her cock hammered my prostate. She kept going until I was shaking, then pulled out and flipped me again.
She straddled my chest and jerked her cock fast. “Open your mouth.” Thick ropes of cum hit my tongue and lips. She milked every drop, then wiped the head across my face. I swallowed what I could.
Lena wasn’t done. She slid down and took my softening cock in her mouth, sucking me back to hardness while she fingered her own ass. When I was ready she straddled me again, this time guiding my cock into her ass. She rode me slow and deep, her own cock still half-hard and dripping between us. I reached up and stroked her while she moved. She came again, shooting across my stomach with a low moan.
We collapsed side by side, breathing hard. She kissed me softer this time, tasting her own cum on my lips. “Round two in twenty minutes,” she said, already stroking my thigh. I knew I wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
