He came to her house a little early, Matt had meant to show up late, to make Erin sweat a little, after all, she had forced him to wait a 90 day period before their first truly intimate encounter. They had been talking over the course of dates, so he knew that she was itching for him as much as he was for her. He had meant to make her sweat it out and arrive a little late, but he couldn't manage it. His hormones and lust forced him to ring the bell 15 minutes early.
She answered the door, in a pair of black fuck-me heels, a denim skirt that only appeared to do its job if she stood perfectly straight, and a tight top. Her nipples revealed that there was no bra on. Matt scanned her up and down with a greedy and lascivious grin spready across his mouth. She smiled a little shyly, hesitating to meet his gaze, and beginning to blush at the way he seemed to be consuming her with his gaze.
Before she had time to walk out of the door to begin their date, she felt three sensations in too quick of a sequence to distinguish. She felt his hand wrap around her throat, causing her to lose balance, she felt her back make contact roughly with the wall behind her, and she felt her tight pussy twitch as it surged with moisture. Matt's fingers began to slowly constrict around her throat, making her breath come a little shortened, and she felt his hot breath as he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to be able to control myself with you looking the part of such a delicious little slut. So, I'm going to take care of business here and now. Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?"
"Yes," came her reply, mind reeling from the abrupt start of the night that she had been waiting for.
"Yes what?" Matt's fingers began to tighten
"Yes, sir," Erin grinned as she forced the words out, and the felt a relief of pressure, and a flood of oxygen return.
As Matt release Erin from his grip, she realized that she had been forced even farther up on her toes than her tall heels normally provided. She slid down the wall, lifting her skirt up with it, revealing a lacy pair of black underwear, and she noticed that Matt's eyes hadn't missed a detail. His lips pressed against hers, and his tongue explored into her mouth while his hands roughly moved to her inner thighs. Sliding the crotch material aside, his fingers found her clit, and he caught her moans with his mouth. Matt pulled Erin's shirt up, and freed her perfect tits, while missing as little time rubbing her pussy and kissing her as possible. Her nipples grew and hardened as they were pressed tight to his body, and he slid a finger inside.
Matt's lips moved from her lips, and her moans became more audible, as his kisses trailed down her neck to her shoulder, stopping occasionally for quick bite. A momentary painful reminder of who she had invited into her bed. Sliding a second finger into her quickly wetting pussy, his mouth found her nipple.
"How good are you going to be for me, slut?"
