Arriving back home, you follow her up the stairs. Her bum is beautiful under the tight lyrca of her dress, and you find yourself wondering what it'd be like to hold her down and slide into it. You're shocked by the thought, but rationalise that tonite has been fairly shocking, generally. And the sight of her thighs, still wet from your cum and her own arousal isn't helping clear thinking. Without considering, you place a hand on her arse, before sliding it down and under the hem. Casually, you slide two fingers deep inside her. She gasps, stumbling, falling back against you. You bite her earlobe, pushing deeper inside her. She's limp in your arms, squirming against your hand, pushing harder onto your fingers.
'Haven't you had enough already this evening?' She whispers hoarsely.
'Oh no,' you reply, grinning wolfishly. Despite the fact you've fucked her once, she's still deliciously tight, and oh-so-sensitive. Party's just begun...
Her flat is so obviously hers - pictures of friends and families on the walls, books on every surface, cards and notes from those she loves, and who love her. This is the girl you rescued from a terrible, stood up blind date. But now you know that, lurking beneath this, is a dirty little minx who likes being fucked. You fucked her. But mingled with that powerful sexual pride is a strange tenderness. You rescued her fm some bloody idiot that didn't realise that she was amazing.
She's turned to you, looking hopeful, nervous and sexy in equal measures. Slowly she's moving closer, stretching to put her arms around your neck, pressing the length of herself against your body. 'You're amazing,' she whispers into your neck. 'I'd do anything for you.'
The comment's so loaded with meaning that your cock twitches. She notices.
'You want me, don't you, baby?' She croons, sliding and brushing down your body till she's kneeling in front of you, unzipping your flies. Her mouth is talented perfection - hot, warm, and sensitive to your touch. You show her how you like it, and she's such a fast learner that soon your knees are sagging at the sensation of the best blow job of your life. But, before she takes you further, you stop her. When you cum, you want her to feel it inside her. Pulling her back to her feet, you say, firmly, 'Time for bed, you naughty girl.'
She smiles a secret smile.
She leads you to the bedroom, and starts to pull her dress off.
'Leave it on,' you order, pinning her arms.
'But it's dirty,' she laughs, struggling gently. 'You saw to that.'
'And I'm not finished yet,' you murmur in her ear. Holding both her wrists behind her back in one hand, you run the other across her bum again. You can feel a wet patch - she's leaked, probably while sitting in the cab. It's inexplicably, yet intensely, sexy. This is the kind of girl who wants to play.
'Slide your knickers off,' you ask, releasing her wrists.
Sliding her hands up under her dress, she takes an inordinate amount of time removing her knicks, her movements suggesting she may be stroking and touching various dress-hidden areas of anatomy.
You smack her hands away again. 'That's what I'm here for,' you protest, taking the opportunity to slide your fingers back inside her. She's standing at the foot of the bed, hand on your shoulder, shifting to get your fingers EXACTLY where she wants them. She is unashamed in her pleasure, squatting and pushing to get the hand job she wants. She's moaning, shuddering with pleasurable sensation. You pull away from her, wiping your hand on her already wet, dirty dress.
She's squirming, aroused but untouched, aching with need and dirty desire.
Pulling her dress up over her hips, you spank her roughly. 'Dirty girl, getting your dress wet. I bet you're wet...' Sliding a hand between her thighs, you're proved rite, and you gently rub the juices across her backside. She shivers.
'You're a dirty bitch you likes my cock, and my fingers, aren't you?' Another spank, and she whimpers her agreement. 'You want to be fucked again, don't you?' A succession of slaps, turning her backside red. Her pleasure is evident, and dripping down her legs. My God, she's wet. 'I bet a naughty girl like you has toys...'
Red with embarrassment, she gestures to her bedside table, where you find lube, handcuffs, a vibrator, a dildo, and various clit toys. Grabbing the lube and a couple of toys, you place them on the bed. She's still bent over the foot, not prepared to move till you ask her.
Playing with the lube bottle, you ask her, 'Now, why does a girl like you have this? You're so wet I can hardly see you having any problems that require this.' You brandish the bottle.
She can hardly talk for her shame. 'It's... uh... It's not for... For my pussy,' she stammers, dropping her head lower.
The suggestion sends a flare of desire thru your body. Your cock, already hard, throbs. 'So, what do you use it for?' You ask, innocently.
She laughs, quietly. 'I use it when I want something in my arse.'
My God, the eroticism of the statement.
'Oh yes?' You probe, stroking your cock through your jeans.
'Yes,' she hisses, arousal and shame quickening her breath. 'I like my dildo in my arse, and a toy on my clit.'
'Does it make you cum?' You ask, your own breath faster.
'Yes, yes,' she pants, rubbing her thighs against each other, desperate for relief.
You're behind her, dropping your jeans, smoothing a condom on to yourself before generously applying the lube. Slowly, you slide a slick finger into her arse, gently but firmly stretching her open. She's whimpering and writhing, clutching the sheet in her fists. When she's ready, you add another finger, scissoring them to open her up nice and wide. You're firm, but not rough, allowing her to get used to the sensation. Patiently, you stroke and stretch this intimate flesh, readying her.
When she whines and begs, you place one hand on her hip, and use the other to guide yourself into her arse.
It's intense. So tight. A different kind of heat. Fundamentally naughty. Smoothly you begin to stroke into her, only becoming faster and rougher as she encourages you to do so by pushing back against you. She's wanton and open, and so fuckable.
'Do you want to come?' You ask stretching over her back, and sucking and nipping her earlobe. She whines in assent.
'You want something on your clit, don't you?' She practically flips underneath you. 'Get a toy,' you demand, magnanimously. Quickly, she has grabbed the purple rabbit it from the bed. 'Use it,' you croon, stroking the hair off her face. She turns, smiles, before sliding the toy between her legs.
The end comes quickly - she tenses, screams at the height of her orgasm, starts clenching and tightening. Her arse is magnificent - every shudder of pleasure is so clearly felt around your cock, tightening like a vice as she sobs with her pleasure. You follow, pushing hard against her as you empty inside her.
Gently, you withdraw, stroking her bum as you do. Still panting, she looks at you. Her dress is over her hips, her juices are running down her legs, and she's winking at you over her shoulder.
'Mmmm.'
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