She walked straight up to him at the bar and said it plain. "My place is two blocks away. I want your cock inside me before midnight." No names, no small talk. He followed her out the door like a dog on a leash. The second the apartment door shut, she yanked his belt open and dropped to her knees. His dick sprang out thick and already leaking. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard, taking him deep until her nose pressed against his stomach. He groaned and grabbed her hair, fucking her mouth in short, rough thrusts. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits. She pulled off just long enough to say, "Use my throat. I want it sloppy." He did exactly that, slamming forward until she gagged and tears streaked her mascara. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected her mouth to his glistening shaft. She stood, stripped fast, and bent over the kitchen table, ass up. "Fuck me. Hard." He lined up and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Her pussy was soaked, gripping him tight. He pounded her without mercy, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear into her cunt. "Deeper. Stretch that hole." He grabbed her hips and hammered faster, the table scraping across the floor. Every stroke made her moan like a whore. He reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles. She came hard, pussy clenching and pulsing around him, juices running down her thighs. He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the table, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and kept fucking. Her tits bounced with every thrust. She pinched her own nipples and begged, "Cum in me. Fill my cunt." He slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside her. She felt every spurt. When he pulled out, cum leaked out of her swollen pussy and pooled on the table. She scooped some up with two fingers and licked them clean while staring at him. "We're not done." She dragged him to the bedroom, pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top. She sank down on his still-hard cock and rode him slow at first, grinding her clit against him. Then she leaned forward and whispered, "Want my ass?" She lifted off, spat on his dick for lube, and pressed the head against her tight hole. It took a few tries, but she worked him in inch by inch until her ass swallowed him completely. She rode him again, this time with her ass stretched around his shaft. He reached up and slapped her tits, leaving red handprints. She fucked herself on him faster, ass cheeks slapping his thighs. "Tell me how tight my ass is," she demanded. "Fucking vice," he growled. "Gonna wreck it." He flipped them over, put her on all fours, and drove into her ass from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other reached under to finger her dripping pussy. She came again, ass squeezing him rhythmically. He pulled out, shoved back into her pussy, and fucked her through the aftershocks. They kept switching holes until both were sore and shaking. Finally he pulled out, stroked his cock twice, and shot another load across her ass and lower back. Thick white streaks painted her skin. She reached back and rubbed it in like lotion, then turned and sucked the last drops from his softening dick.
They collapsed side by side, breathing hard. Cum and spit and sweat soaked the sheets. She looked at him with a filthy grin. "Round two in ten minutes. Don't go soft on me." He was already getting hard again.
