I cleared my throat a little louder. Why were men so oblivious sometimes? I twirled my straw around the bottom of the glass, the ice clinking against the side. How much commotion did a woman have to make to get some attention around here?
Finally, he turned his head to look at me, his dark eyes piercing mine. He was much more handsome and rugged-looking than I had initially thought.
“Hi there,” he said, his voice loud and confident over the music. “Can I get you a drink?”
His name was Henry and he was an attorney. He was outgoing and charming. We spent the next hour talking about our work and other boring details, but when he put his hand on my thigh, I knew it was time to leave.
We spilled through the door of my house in a blur, in a frenzy. We immediately started pulling each other’s clothes off. It was the sort of passionate, animalistic need that I always fantasized about.
“How do you like it?” he asked, his voice growling and low.
My heart pounded in my chest. It was time to be honest. “Rough.”
Immediately, Henry had me pinned up against the wall, turning my head to the side so he could run his mouth against the side of my neck. His hands pressed my breasts together, roughly. I moaned against him, a flutter in my stomach. Was I finally about to get my fantasy?
“Turn around,” Henry commanded, his eyes looking fiercely into mine. “Wrists above your head. Back arched.”
I swallowed hard and did as he asked. Henry’s hands ran across my spine and down to my ass. He smoothed his palms across the skin there before laying a series of sharp, stinging spanks. I yelped at each one, causing Henry to let out a quiet, almost evil laugh. I loved this feeling. I could feel my ass getting red and warm.
When Henry slipped his fingers underneath me to feel my pussy, he found me already wet. My cheeks flushed red. I felt ashamed, and even more so when I realized how much this feeling turned me on. He fingered me roughly for a few moments, unceremoniously and that made me even wetter. By the time he was done, I was sopping, and so ready for more.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked, and I headed in that direction. Henry smacked my ass as I walked in front of him.
“Get on your knees,” Henry said as soon as we were in the bedroom.
He stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, his half-hard cock springing out in front of my face. Henry grabbed my curls and held my head tightly at the scalp as I lowered my mouth down onto his cock.
“Good girl, that’s right,” he moaned. “Just like that.”
I sucked and slobbered all over his cock for what felt like hours. His rough touch and his naughty words of encouragement turned me on so much that I could feel my pussy dripping out onto the carpet. I loved the way he handled me, how he seemed to know exactly how I wanted it, in every single way. Besides, his cock was absolutely perfect, and while I was sucking it, I kept imagining what it would be like inside of my pussy.
“Alright, get up,” he said suddenly, withdrawing his cock. “On the bed, on your back.”
I did as he asked, scrambling into position. Immediately, Henry was between my legs, roughly pulling my thighs apart so he could access my pussy.
“You’re a true slut, aren’t you?” he asked, feeling how sticky and wet I was. “You’re soaked.”
I giggled, looking up at him. “I can’t help it.”
Henry didn’t respond but instead, buried his face between my quivering thighs. He was so good at eating pussy, knowing exactly how to work that tongue. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like this, if ever.
“Mmmm,” I groaned, writhing around. Henry saw to it that I stayed still, though, and held me tightly as he continued to enjoy my pussy. “That’s going to make me cum.”
“No cumming unless I say so,” Henry said, pulling away and moving up so that he was kneeling between my legs now. “Do you understand?”
My eyes widened. “Yes, sir.”
“Be a good slut and take this cock now,” hissed Henry, sliding the thick head against my wet slit. He ran it up and down, teasing me. I bucked my hips, trying to get him to slide inside, but Henry only laughed.
“Beg for it, slut. Tell me how much you want this cock.”
I whimpered. “Please let me have your cock, sir. I want it so bad. . .”
“Tsk, so desperate, aren’t you?”
My chest rose up and down heavily, the anticipation welling inside me.
Finally, Henry slammed his cock into me with no hesitation or notice. I arched off the bed, unable to stop myself from letting out something halfway between a scream and a moan.
“So loud,” Henry said as began to pound my pussy over and over.
He reached for one of the throw blankets that lay on my bed and balled up one of the corners. Before I knew what was happening, he had shoved the fabric into my mouth, gagging me. I moaned.
“That’s much better,” he said, sighing, looking down at this thick shaft sliding in and out of me. “Now I can really enjoy this hole of yours.”
I was in a state of dizzy bliss as Henry relentlessly pounded away, the room filled with my gagged moans and the wet noises of my dripping pussy from each intense thrust. I could feel another orgasm creeping its way in, pushing me straight to the edge. I began moaning louder against the gag, until Henry finally yanked it from my mouth.
“Henry, can I please cum?” I panted.
He looked down at me, but never stopped thrusting. “Ask again, slut.”
“Please, may I cum?”
“Go ahead.”
A second later, I was experiencing the most intense orgasm I could ever remember. Stars flickered in front of my eyes and my breath escaped my lips in ragged, rough moans. Every part of me weakened and shook, and still, Henry pounded away.
Exhausted, I shut my eyes and let my head fall to the side, enjoying the waves of pleasure still coursing through me. Henry quickly reached for my jaw, pulling it so that my face was centered and upright.
“Look at me while I fuck you, you dirty girl,” he said, the tone in his voice making me feel even more intensely aroused.
After a few more minutes of fucking at me (this time, with my face exactly where he wanted it to be), Henry began to groan, and I knew he was about to cum. I desperately hoped he was going to fill my pussy.
“Oh shit, here it comes,” he said loudly, his cock twitching inside me. “All this cum, just for you.”
I melted into the bed, dizzy, as he filled me up. It seemed like his orgasm would never end, and I didn’t mind. The more cum, the better.
“Look how sloppy you are now,” said Henry, as he pulled his cock from my wonderfully sore pussy. “Look down here and watch how my cum drips out of you. Such a little cum slut.”
My cheeks flushed red as I sat upright and watched the warm stream trickle from between the pink lips of my pussy.
Henry surprised me by gently grabbing my chin and lifting my head for a kiss.
“How does my little whore feel now?” he asked softly.
I swallowed. “Better than ever.”
