Fuck me

He thrusts hard and fast upwards, as you let yourself drop. As slick as you are there is no resistance and a loud, wet slap echoes out as your thighs meet. You groan and arch your back, your head resting on his shoulder, your hands pushing hard into the cushioned seat, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you grind yourself on him. The sweet, heady smell of your own pussy juice fills your nostrils, only arousing you more. You push forward and back, feeling him pulse in you, filling you with every move, sliding against your inner walls. He grinds back, his left hand wrapped around you, mauling your right tit. His other hand is furiously whipping back and forth across your clit.

You can feel it building, pulsing in never-ending waves with every movement. The unbearable heat in your pussy, needing release. You feel his lips on your neck, kissing you his tongue tracing its slimy way to your ear. His teeth, hard and sharp as they bite into your lobe. You explode, indescribable pleasure rushing from your pussy to fill every inch of your body. You moan and grind against him, trying to prolong the pleasure.

He grabs your hips, pushing you forward, off him, your pelvis banging into the table edge. You moan in agony, the sudden removal of the object of your release too much. Only for a moment though, as he stands behind you, pushing you down, open pussy presented to him, your face pressed into your panties on the table. You flick your tongue out, sucking on them, tasting yourself. And then he slides into you with a single, slow, long thrust. "Oooohhmmm. More"

He rests a moment, before pulling back, only his tip still in you, before thrusting forward again. Hard and fast. In seconds he's furiously plowing you, every thrust forward forcing the breathe from your lungs in sudden, joyous, gasping moans. You glance up, through the haze, across the room. You can see the bartender, the only other soul in the room. And he can see you. In fact, he's watching the whole show, his face split by a wide grin. You smile, then moan as you spasm with the **** of another orgasm.

Your partner leans forward, growling into your ear once more. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill your pussy with my cum. Hope you're on the pill cause it's too late otherwise slut!"

"Yes! Fill me! Cum in my pussy. Make me your slut!" You moan.

You feel his shaft twitch and grow. With a final thrust forward he erupts. You feel him splash into you, hot cum filling you. You moan, as he groans softly behind you.

You lay like that for a moment, bent over the table, him lying on top of you, before he straightens. He pulls out. You gasp, from the pleasure of his movement, dismay that you are empty and the rush of cool air filling your open hole. He rubs his cock on your arse cheeks, cleaning you off his shaft. You feel wronged and cheap being used like that, like a towel. You hope he wants more.