She spotted him across the crowded bar, the one with the thick arms and the hungry stare. No names, no bullshit. She walked straight up, pressed her tits against his chest and said, “You look like you know how to wreck a cunt. My place is two blocks away. Want to prove it?”
He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out the side door into the humid night. They didn’t make it to her apartment. Halfway down the alley behind the bar he shoved her face-first against the brick wall, yanked her short skirt up over her ass and ripped her thong aside.
“Already dripping,” he growled, shoving two fingers straight into her soaked pussy. “Slut’s been thinking about this all night.”
She pushed back on his hand, grinding. “Then stop talking and fuck me. Hard.”
He freed his cock, thick and heavy, and slammed it balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, the sound echoing off the walls. He didn’t slow down. He fucked her like he hated her, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the dark.
Every stroke stretched her open, her juices running down her thighs.
“Deeper, you bastard,” she snarled. “Split me open.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back and pounded harder. The brick scraped her cheek. She didn’t care. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles while he used her cunt like a sleeve.
“Gonna fill this greedy hole,” he grunted. “You want my load?”
“Give it to me. Flood me.”
He slammed in one last time and stayed buried, cock pulsing as hot cum pumped deep inside her. She came with him, pussy clenching, milking every drop while she moaned like an animal.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he kept rocking, pushing his cum deeper, letting it leak out around his shaft and drip to the pavement. When he finally slid free, she turned, dropped to her knees on the dirty ground and sucked him clean, tasting herself and his load together.
“Still hard,” she said, licking her lips. “My apartment’s closer than you think. Round two on my kitchen table. You can bend me over and wreck my ass this time.”
He hauled her up by the arm and started walking, cock already twitching again against his jeans.
By the time they reached her door she was already unbuckling his belt. He kicked it shut behind them, bent her over the table exactly like she asked, and drove straight into her cum-slick pussy again before switching to her tighter hole. She screamed into the wood, pushing back, taking every inch while he called her every filthy name he could think of.
They fucked until the sun came up. No romance, no pretending. Just raw, repeated use of every hole she offered and every drop of cum he had left to give. When he finally left, her thighs were sticky, her ass was sore, and she was already planning the next time she’d hunt down another stranger for a fresh smut example.
