I was pissed… I was lonely… I was frustrated… and I was hurt.
And I wasn't in much of a mood to think my way through it. I wanted to get my sweet young ass picked up, and I wanted whoever did it to be ready to fuck my eyes out.
It took about five minutes, by which time the tequila was weaving a wicked path right through the center of my brain, slashing neurons and syapses at all points along the way.
I smiled at him… he was already turning blurry, but there was a nice head of blond hair on top of his shoulders, and as near as I could determine, he was good looking and he seemed to be fairly conversant with the English language.
He was a winner in my book.
I don't remember much of what we said. Stupid things like: "So, what do you do?" (from him), and "I get drunk," (from me)… back and forth like that.
The next thing I knew we were climbing back into a cab and I was giving him my address.
Which is another way of saying I was asking for death. But at the time, I wasn't thinking about anything.
We got inside the apartment, and he started to talk again, but on the way over in the cab I'd decided that talking wasn't his best suit, so I wanted to see if he had other attributes that would interest me more.
I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. Hard.
I pressed my hips up against him and rubbed up and down over his crotch.
There was a bulge there… a stiff one, if my sense of touch was still working between my legs. It was.
He knew when to shut up. Thank God. He kissed me back, and then his hand was on my left tit and his other hand was fumbling around with the hem line of my dress.
I pulled away from him and turned my back to him.
"Unzip me," was all I said.
"Hey… you really don't waste any time, do you…?" he said.
"What gave you your first clue?" I asked. "Are you going to unzip me, or are you going to waste time with a conversation neither one of us is going to remember in the morning?"
"I see…" he said, unzipping me.
Feeling his hands on my body gave me a strange feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant.
In between my thighs, there was a furnace raging… a passionate pit of lust, and the heat was increasing with… each second. I wanted something to quench the flames, but I was afraid that anything he might have would only make them burn higher, until finally they consumed me.
I wiggled out of my dress, let it fall to the floor and then I turned back around.
I had a very flimsy, lace bra covering my tits, and the aforementioned pair of panties over my pussy, and my shoes… and that's it.
As I slipped off my bra I said, "You're not going to fuck me dressed like that are you? I was hoping to see a little more skin."
He acted like it had just occurred to him.
"Oh," he said, "I guess so," and started to get out of his clothes.
I stopped him and took over myself, almost ripping his shirt off his back. "Hey, easy, would you?"
"No. I don't do it easy, and I don't want it easy. I just want it. Now."
I felt my clit pounding between my cunt lips. I felt my nipples, swollen and stiff, like two pebbles.
I was shuddering from a mindless kind of lust that I didn't even bother trying to understand.
I reached for his cock as soon as I could get to it, stroked it a couple… of times to a throbbing erection, and then I said, "Now… right here. Fuck me. Right here on the floor."
He was past arguing with me. He'd been staring too hard at my tits and my cunt to put up any fight.
He grabbed me, tossed me to the floor and fell on top of me.
I was out of my head as soon as I felt his cock crawling across my body, moving down between my legs, starting to press between my cunt lips.
"Oh God, yes. Yes! Oh yes, fuck me… fuck me. Give me that hard pole."
He had a kind of dazed look in his eyes, like maybe he'd never had someone come after him this hard, but I didn't care.
I just opened my thighs, pulled out his cock and guided it toward my hole.
The juices were flowing full and fast inside my cunt.
He pressed the head of his cock against me and as my cunt hole opened, it was like a flood was unleashed over him.
"Shit," he said as his cock slid into me with no resistance at all, "you're wet."
"I know. I'm hot too. I love it. Jesus, you feel good. Fuck me. Fuck me. Just keep fucking me."
He did it too.
I have to say, he had a nice sized cock, one that I could feel all the way inside my pussy.
In the relatively short time since I'd met Hunter, I think I'd developed a lot more sophistication about sex than I'd had when he first met me.
Now I was able to use it, and measure my effect on a total stranger.
I'd have to say I leveled that poor bastard. He really never knew what hit him.
I was hot… and I kept getting hotter. If there were flames in my cunt, his cock was like throwing gasoline on them.
I pounded my hips up against his body, thrusting harder and harder with every stroke, forcing the thing to delve deeper and deeper into my hot, steaming box.
I felt him pressing against the back wall of my cunt, and it was delicious, but hardly enough to satisfy me.
"Faster," I said. "I want more."
"I… I can't go faster…" he stammered. "Not yet, anyway."
"What do you mean?" I cried, feeling desperate now. "I need it. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
"But… If you keep that up, I'm going to come… I don't want to come yet…"
I looked him in the eyes and I said, "If you come now I'll have your balls. That's a promise." And I kept rolling my hips, driving his cock in and out of my cunt hole.
But I could see by the look on his face that he really was right on the verge of coining.
That's not what I wanted… not at all. So… I suddenly jumped up and said, "You wait there."
"Hey… wait," he cried, but I was already running out of the room.
"Just keep it hard," I called back over my shoulder.
I ran into my bedroom, and there, on the table next to the bed, was a hair band right where I'd left it the night before. It was a strong rubber band with an elastic cloth covering over it to keep the rubber from pulling and breaking strands of hair.
But I had something different in mind for it.
I ran back out to the living room, and there he was, still lying on the rug, cock still stiff and throbbing, and eyes still puzzled.
"I've got just the thing for you," I said, and before he could ask me what I was talking about, I had the rubber band sliding down over his cock, and then I gave it a half loop and rolled then doubled-up band all the way to the base of his cock.
I could see the veins running up and down the sides of his shaft immediately start to bulge out more thickly.
"Holy shit," he said, "it's like a cock-ring."
"Yeah. Now, you can fuck me as hard as you want, and it doesn't matter if you come or not."
I stared at that shaft, growing stiffer even as I studied it, and then, I climbed back on.
This time, be was lying on the carpet, cock sticking straight up into the air.
I spread my pussy lips, flashed my pink cunt slit for him to see, and then, I started to impale myself on the throbbing shaft.
It was nice and stiff now, and wider than it had been before.
"Oh… yeah…" I moaned… "That feels great. Really great."
I started to shake and shudder as the thing split me wide open, and I felt the inner space of my pussy chamber filling up… filling with an ever increasing pressure.
The muscles around my cunt hole stretched apart even though they were constricted and clenched tightly shut.
I wasn't going to take any time getting that cock in me.
I'd never had a fever in my cunt that was as strong as this was, and I couldn't stop to think about what I was doing.
Fuck him… fuck him… that's all I could say to myself. Fuck that cock. Stuff it up you… and fuck fuck fuck the night away.