He spotted her at the bar, short skirt riding up her thighs, nipples poking through her thin top. No small talk. He bought her a shot, she downed it, then whispered, "My place is close but the alley out back is closer." They slipped out the back door into the dark, trash-stinking alley behind the bar.
She shoved him against the brick wall and dropped to her knees. Her hands worked fast, yanking his belt open, pulling his cock free. It was already hard. She licked the head once, spit on it, then swallowed half of it in one go. He grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, driving deep until she gagged. Spit ran down her chin onto her tits. She looked up at him with watery eyes and kept sucking, tongue working the underside.
"Stand up," he said. She did. He spun her around, bent her over a stack of crates, and flipped her skirt up. No panties. Her pussy was shaved and already dripping. He slapped her ass hard, left a red handprint, then lined his cock up and shoved in balls-deep in one thrust. She grunted, pushed back against him. He started pounding, hips slapping loud in the alley. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and tight. Every stroke made a filthy squelching sound.
"Fuck me harder," she growled. He did. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while he hammered her. She came fast, legs shaking, pussy pulsing on his cock. He didn't stop. He kept driving into her, using her orgasm to slick his way deeper. When he was close he pulled out, spun her back around, and shoved her to her knees again. She opened her mouth and he shot thick ropes across her tongue and face. She swallowed what she could, licked the rest off her lips.
They weren't done. She stood, wiped her face with the back of her hand, and said, "My apartment is two blocks away. You coming?" They walked fast, his hand under her skirt the whole way, fingers sliding through her soaked folds. By the time they reached her door his cock was hard again.
Inside she stripped the rest of the way and bent over the kitchen table. He kicked his pants off and sank back into her from behind. This time he took it slower at first, long strokes so she felt every inch, then built back up to hard, fast thrusts that made the table legs scrape the floor. He reached under and pinched her nipples, twisting until she moaned. She came again, screaming into the wood. He followed right after, pumping his load deep inside her.
They moved to the bedroom. She climbed on top, sank down on his cock, and rode him hard, tits bouncing. He slapped them, grabbed her hips, made her grind down until her clit rubbed against him. She came a third time, whole body twitching. He flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and fucked her through it, watching his cock disappear into her stretched pussy. When he came again it was inside her, mixing with the first load.
They lay there breathing hard for a minute. Then she rolled over, took his softening cock in her mouth, and sucked him clean. He got hard again. She climbed on, facing away this time, and bounced on him while he fingered her ass. She came once more, then he pulled her off, bent her over the headboard, and fucked her ass with spit and her own juices until he emptied a third time.
By morning light they were still at it on the living-room floor, her riding him reverse while he held her hips and thrust up to meet her. Sweat and cum everywhere. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes glassy, and said, "Don't stop." He didn't. Not until both of them were spent and shaking, bodies slick, the room smelling like sex. They finally passed out tangled together, his cock still inside her, her pussy still fluttering around him.
