I met her at the bar after work. She was the kind of girl who looked like she didn't belong there, tight jeans hugging her ass, top cut low enough to show the swell of her tits. We talked for twenty minutes before she said her place was around the corner. No games, no bullshit. She just grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.
Her apartment was small, messy in a lived-in way. She kicked the door shut and pushed me against it. "I've never done this with someone I just met," she said, already tugging at my belt. "But I want your cock in my mouth right now."
I didn't argue. She dropped to her knees, yanked my pants down, and wrapped her lips around my dick. She wasn't gentle. She sucked hard, taking me deep until she gagged, spit running down my shaft. Her hand pumped the base while her tongue worked the head. I grabbed her hair and fucked her face a little, testing how far she'd let me go. She moaned around my cock, eyes watering, but she didn't pull back.
After a few minutes she stood up, stripped off her clothes, and bent over the couch. "Fuck me," she said, spreading her legs. Her pussy was already wet, lips puffy and slick. I lined up and shoved in. No slow start. She was tight but took every inch on the first thrust. I pounded her hard, skin slapping, her ass jiggling with each stroke. She reached back and rubbed her clit, breathing heavy. "Harder," she demanded. I gave it to her, gripping her hips and slamming deep until she came, pussy clenching around me.
We didn't stop there. She pulled off, turned around, and pushed me onto the couch. Straddling me, she sank down on my cock again, this time facing me so I could watch her tits bounce. She rode fast and rough, grinding her clit against me. I sucked on her nipples, biting just enough to make her gasp. When she leaned back I reached down and thumbed her clit while she bounced. She came again, thighs shaking, juices running down my balls.
We moved to the bedroom. She got on all fours and I took her from behind again, but slower this time so I could watch my cock stretch her open. I pulled out to the tip and slammed back in, over and over, listening to her moan. She reached between her legs and played with her pussy while I fucked her. "Come inside me," she said. I didn't need more encouragement. I buried myself deep and unloaded, pumping cum into her until it leaked out around my shaft.
We lay there catching our breath, but it wasn't over. She rolled over, spread her legs, and told me to eat her. I went down, licking her swollen clit and tasting my own cum mixed with her juices. She grabbed my head and held me there until she came on my tongue, thighs clamped around my ears.
Later she sucked me hard again and climbed on top, sliding my cock back into her cum-filled pussy. We fucked slow and dirty, her whispering how good it felt to be used like this. I flipped her onto her stomach and took her prone, pinning her down while I drove into her. She came one more time, muffled against the pillow, before I pulled out and shot across her ass and lower back.
We cleaned up a little but didn't bother getting dressed. She fell asleep with my hand between her legs. By morning we were at it again, raw and direct, no names exchanged, just bodies and need. It was amateur as hell, clumsy at times, but exactly what we both wanted.
