The bar was dim and loud, the kind of place where men went when they wanted to stop pretending. I spotted him right awaytall, broad in the shoulders, with a thick neck and hands that looked like they could break things without trying. He caught me staring and didnt look away. Ten minutes later we were in his truck, and twenty after that we were in his apartment with the door locked and the lights low.
Strip, he said, voice flat like hed said it a hundred times before.
I did. Shirt, jeans, underweareverything hit the floor. He stayed dressed, just watching, one hand rubbing the heavy bulge in his jeans. When I was naked he stepped in close, grabbed my jaw, and turned my face side to side like he was checking livestock.
Youre gonna take it like a bitch tonight, he said. No whining, no tapping out. You nod if you understand.
I nodded. My cock was already hard and leaking.
He shoved me onto the bed face-down, yanked my hips up, and spread my ass with both hands. A thick finger pushed straight in, dry at first, then slick with spit he worked in. He finger-fucked me hard and fast, opening me up without any warm-up.
Fuck, youre tight, he muttered. Not for long.
I heard his belt, the zipper, the rustle of denim. Then the blunt, hot head of his cock pressed against my hole. No condom. He pushed in one steady thrust until his balls rested against me. I groaned into the mattress, the stretch burning, the fullness making my own dick twitch.
He didnt give me time to adjust. He started pounding, hips slapping my ass, each stroke bottoming out. One big hand gripped the back of my neck, pinning me down while the other reached under and grabbed my cock, squeezing it like he owned it.
Say it, he growled. Tell me what you are.
Im your bitch, I gasped.
Louder.
Im your fucking bitch!
He laughed once, low and mean, and fucked me harder. The bed frame slammed the wall. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. Every time he bottomed out I felt his heavy balls slap me. He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my legs up to my chest. Then he drove back in, watching my face while he railed me.
My cock bounced against my stomach, untouched except when he slapped it with the back of his hand. Look at that little thing jumping, he said. You love getting used.
He leaned down and spit in my mouth. I swallowed without thinking. He grinned and did it again, then kissed me rough, biting my lip while his cock kept hammering my prostate. The pressure built fast. I came without warning, shooting across my own chest and stomach, hole clenching around him.
He didnt stop. He used the mess on my belly to jerk me through the aftershocks, overstimulating me until I was whimpering. Only then did he pull out, flip me again, and push back inside. This time he was chasing his own finish. His thrusts turned short and brutal. He grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as he unloaded. I felt every pulse, hot and thick, filling me until it leaked around his cock.
He stayed inside me while he caught his breath, then slowly pulled out. Cum ran down my thighs. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back into my hole.
Keep that in there, he said.
Were not done.
He made me suck him clean, then hard again. The second round was slower but just as roughme riding him while he called me names, then him on top again, folding me in half until I was nothing but a hole for his cock. By the time he came the second time I was wrecked, voice hoarse, ass sore, covered in sweat and cum.
He finally pulled out and dropped beside me. For a minute the only sound was our breathing. Then his hand landed on the back of my neck again, not rough this time, just resting there.
Same time next week, he said. It wasnt a question.
I nodded, already knowing Id be back, already knowing exactly how I wanted him to use me again. Like a bitch. Exactly like that.
