She pushed me against the brick wall the second we stepped outside the bar. “I need your cock right now,” she said, already yanking my belt open. Her hand was hot and greedy, fingers wrapping around my shaft the moment it sprang free. She stroked hard, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum over the head while her other hand shoved her tiny skirt up over her hips. No panties. Just smooth, shaved pussy already glistening under the streetlight.
I spun her around, bent her over the rusted dumpster, and kicked her feet apart. She arched her back and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. “Fuck me,” she ordered. I lined up and drove straight in, burying every inch in one rough thrust. Her cunt was tight, wet, and scorching. She grunted and pushed back, taking it all. I grabbed her hips and started pounding, skin slapping loud in the narrow alley.
“Harder, you bastard,” she hissed. I slammed into her again and again, balls swinging, her juices coating my cock and dripping down her thighs. Every thrust forced a wet squelch out of her. She reached between her legs and rubbed her clit fast, moaning like a whore. “Yeah, wreck that pussy. Fill me up.”
I pulled out, flipped her to face me, and lifted one of her legs over my arm. I shoved back inside and fucked her standing, her back scraping the wall. Her tits bounced with every thrust. I leaned down and sucked a nipple hard, biting just enough to make her yelp and clench around me. She grabbed my hair and yanked my head up. “Choke me while you fuck me,” she demanded. My hand closed around her throat. She smiled, eyes half-lidded, and came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting around my cock.
I didn’t stop. I kept driving into her through the orgasm, her cunt making filthy wet noises. When I was close I pulled out, pushed her to her knees, and fed her my cock. She took it deep, gagging, spit running down her chin and onto her tits.
“Swallow it,” I growled. She nodded, eyes watering, and sucked harder. I shot thick ropes down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean like she was starving for it.
We didn’t exchange names. She stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, fixed her skirt, and walked back inside. I tucked my cock away, still wet from her, and followed a minute later. The whole thing had taken maybe eight minutes. Best eight minutes of the night.
