Carrie Gets Her Man

He was wriggly prey. She felt like a stalker, always having to show up at the bars he went to, in his classes, where he liked to dine. And he was always half pissed with her for always being around, even after she sucked him off.

"Jesus, you're worse than my stalkers back in high school," he said gruffly.

"But do I suck better?" Carrie asked, smiling.

"Well, there is that. Listen, if I go on a date with you, will you stop being so obsessive?" Carrie beamed. A victory ... of sorts.

"As long as you fuck me after, stud."

***

They went to a cheap hamburger place. Chad was more boorish than his dad, and much less attentive than you. But Chad was her chosen bull. She'd gone halfway across the country to land him, and she wasn't going to let anything stop her.

After they got back to his dorm, she tugged on his cock lustfully, then pulled off her jeans and shirt, exposing her round ass and perky tits. His muscular frame laid back on the bed, and she took the invitation, clambering onto him, her wet pussy sliding onto his stiff cock. She moaned audibly as she sank onto it, inch after inch, until he was fully seated inside her.

"Oh my, Chad, I've dreamed of this," Carrie said seductively, but Chad just grunted. She rode him, bouncing up and down his prick with zeal, until his cock was fully coated in her cream. And then he finally took her, pushing her back onto her back, his long fat cock stabbing into her, a frenzy of muscle and musk colliding with femininity and expensive perfume. And then he came, filling her core with his essence.

"Okay," Chad said, exhausted. "You can be my bitch."