She walked into the bar like she owned the place, short skirt hugging her ass, nipples poking through her thin top. I didn't waste time. I bought her a drink, told her straight up I wanted to fuck her, and she smiled with that filthy look that said yes. We skipped the small talk. Five minutes later we were in the bathroom stall, door locked.
I shoved her against the wall, yanked her skirt up, and found she wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was already wet, slick and hot. "Fuck me hard," she said, voice low and nasty. I unzipped, pulled my cock out, and slammed into her in one thrust. She gasped, then pushed back, taking every inch. No slow build, just raw pounding. Her tits bounced as I gripped her hips and drove in deep, balls slapping against her. She reached down and rubbed her clit fast, moaning loud enough that someone outside might hear.
I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over the toilet. Her ass was perfect, round and firm. I spread her cheeks and shoved back in, fucking her like I hated her. She begged for it dirtier. "Slap my ass. Call me your slut." I did both, hand cracking across her skin while I told her she was nothing but a hole for my cock. She came first, pussy clenching tight around me, juices dripping down her thighs. I kept going, using her until I was ready, then pulled out and shot thick ropes across her ass and lower back.
We didn't even clean up properly. She fixed her skirt, I zipped up, and we walked out like nothing happened. But that was just the start. Back at her place we went at it again on the kitchen counter. She dropped to her knees, sucked my cock clean of her own taste, gagging on it while I held her head. Then I lifted her up, set her on the counter edge, and ate her out rough, tongue fucking her hole while she ground against my face. She came again, flooding my mouth.
We moved to the bedroom for round three. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing, my thumb in her tight back door. I flipped her onto all fours and pounded her from behind until she was screaming into the pillow. When I finally came inside her, she milked every drop, then licked me clean again like the greedy slut she was. We passed out sweaty and used, bodies marked from the night.
By morning she was already stroking me hard again. We didn't talk about names or numbers. Just more short, filthy fucking before she kicked me out. That's how short smut stories work best: no strings, just raw, direct heat that leaves you wrecked and wanting the next one.
