She was dressed up to go out with her friends on Friday night. She danced with lots of hot guys and flirted, but didn't hook up. Moving and grinding got her so turned on. After too many mixed drinks, she came home in a cab, alone, and buzzed.
She had been fantasizing about how it would be to have a guy from the club. Not boyfriend material, but some big, stupid frat boy hunk with a big cock who just wanted to fuck her brains out, and nothing more.
She imagined him fingering her in the cab as they'd make out, not caring if the cab driver noticed. She imagined him pushing her up against her apartment door as she fumbled with her keys. Once inside, she imagined him pushing her against the wall with his slobbering mouth on her mouth--who cares if he's a terrible kisser. His hand, big and heavy is pulling aside her thong and wiggling its way into her tight pussy. She's getting so wet as he fingers her. She hasn't had sex in over a month since she broke up with her boyfriend, and now this drunk jock guy has two thick fingers jammed up her, finger banging her so hard, he's lifting her up, off her toes.
Now he's pushing her down onto her knees and pulling up her dress. Her butt is thrust up into the open view of his aggressive eyes. her shaved pussy is rosy and wet. He jerks down his jeans and his Jockey's. She looks back, her face pressed against the carpet, to see the thick meat of his cock, hard at attention. He has his big hand on it, pointing it to her small opening.
He kneels behind her, positioning his hips square with hers. He grabs her ass cheek with one hand as his other hand stabs his cock into her like a battering ram at a door. He's not even talking, just making incoherent grunts. She knows that he's no lover. There is no tenderness or thought to his actions. Just simple animal instinct. He mounts her like a horse, and fucks her hard, fast. Hard, fast, hard, fast, hard fast. He doesn't change positions or slow, or say anything but grunt. Her eyes are closed. It hurts, but feels good, too. The carpet is rough on her face. His balls slap her.
What was his name again? It doesn't matter. It is always Mr. Cock. Once again she is at home, alone. Her 10" rubber dildo stuck to the wall. She closes her eyes and returns to the fantasy.
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