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I was at this dive bar shooting pool when this chick Sarah starts eye-fucking me from across the room. She had this look like she was deciding how to eat me. I sank the eight ball and she walked right up, no bullshit. "You're good," she said. "But are you a winner?"
I bought her a beer. We talked for maybe ten minutes before she grabbed my hand. "Let's get out of here."
Her apartment was clean but boring. The second the door clicked shut, she was on me. Kissing me hard enough to bruise, shoving me against the wall and ripping my shirt open. Buttons popped off and skittered across the floor. "I hope you can keep up," she breathed in my ear, and then dragged me to her bedroom.
It was a huge room with a king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets. She shoved me down onto it and started tearing off my pants and boxers. Once I was naked, she pointed to a small black box on her nightstand. "Open it."
I did. Inside, on a bed of velvet, was a single, heavy silver key. "What's this for?" I asked.
She didn't say a word. She just nodded at this tall, dark wood armoire in the corner. I walked over, slid the key into the lock, and turned it. The door swung open and my fucking jaw dropped.
It wasn't a closet. It was a shrine. A wall of dildos. Every shape, size, and color you could possibly imagine. Vibrators, butt plugs, things on mechanical arms, weird knobby silicone things I couldn't even name. It was like a goddamn sex toy museum.
"Pick one," she commanded, already stripping out of her dress.
My dick was already rock hard. I reached in and grabbed a thick black one that was curved in a way that looked both dangerous and incredible.
She smirked. "Good choice. Now get over here and make me earn it."
The next hour was a complete blur. She was a fucking animal, directing me, pushing me, telling me exactly how to fuck her. We used the toy I picked, then two others she grabbed herself. She was loud, demanding, and soaked the sheets through. Just when I thought we were done, she rolled over, reached under the bed, and pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs.
"Your turn," she said, a wicked glint in her eye.
She cuffed my wrists to the headboard, then straddled my face, grinding against my mouth until my chin was dripping with her. Then she mounted my cock and rode me like she was trying to break me, her nails digging into my chest hard enough to draw blood. The whole time she was talking dirty, a constant stream of the filthiest fucking commands I'd ever heard, making me even harder.
When she finally came she screamed loud enough to wake the dead, her whole body shaking. She collapsed next to me, panting and slick with sweat. She uncuffed me, and I thought we were finished.
I was wrong.
She got up, went back to her wall of toys, and came back with a massive double-ended dildo and a fresh bottle of lube. "Oh, we're not done," she grinned. "The night's still young."
We fucked in every position imaginable until the sun started to peek through the blinds. I left her apartment sore, exhausted, and barely able to walk straight. I never got her number, and I'm pretty sure I left my belt there, but it was worth it. It was the craziest, most demanding, and best sex of my entire life.
I bought her a beer. We talked for maybe ten minutes before she grabbed my hand. "Let's get out of here."
Her apartment was clean but boring. The second the door clicked shut, she was on me. Kissing me hard enough to bruise, shoving me against the wall and ripping my shirt open. Buttons popped off and skittered across the floor. "I hope you can keep up," she breathed in my ear, and then dragged me to her bedroom.
It was a huge room with a king-sized bed covered in black silk sheets. She shoved me down onto it and started tearing off my pants and boxers. Once I was naked, she pointed to a small black box on her nightstand. "Open it."
I did. Inside, on a bed of velvet, was a single, heavy silver key. "What's this for?" I asked.
She didn't say a word. She just nodded at this tall, dark wood armoire in the corner. I walked over, slid the key into the lock, and turned it. The door swung open and my fucking jaw dropped.
It wasn't a closet. It was a shrine. A wall of dildos. Every shape, size, and color you could possibly imagine. Vibrators, butt plugs, things on mechanical arms, weird knobby silicone things I couldn't even name. It was like a goddamn sex toy museum.
"Pick one," she commanded, already stripping out of her dress.
My dick was already rock hard. I reached in and grabbed a thick black one that was curved in a way that looked both dangerous and incredible.
She smirked. "Good choice. Now get over here and make me earn it."
The next hour was a complete blur. She was a fucking animal, directing me, pushing me, telling me exactly how to fuck her. We used the toy I picked, then two others she grabbed herself. She was loud, demanding, and soaked the sheets through. Just when I thought we were done, she rolled over, reached under the bed, and pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs.
"Your turn," she said, a wicked glint in her eye.
She cuffed my wrists to the headboard, then straddled my face, grinding against my mouth until my chin was dripping with her. Then she mounted my cock and rode me like she was trying to break me, her nails digging into my chest hard enough to draw blood. The whole time she was talking dirty, a constant stream of the filthiest fucking commands I'd ever heard, making me even harder.
When she finally came she screamed loud enough to wake the dead, her whole body shaking. She collapsed next to me, panting and slick with sweat. She uncuffed me, and I thought we were finished.
I was wrong.
She got up, went back to her wall of toys, and came back with a massive double-ended dildo and a fresh bottle of lube. "Oh, we're not done," she grinned. "The night's still young."
We fucked in every position imaginable until the sun started to peek through the blinds. I left her apartment sore, exhausted, and barely able to walk straight. I never got her number, and I'm pretty sure I left my belt there, but it was worth it. It was the craziest, most demanding, and best sex of my entire life.
