She walked into the bar with one thought on her mind, to get fucked.
The bar was in a part of NYC that was known for its rough neighborhoods. She didn't care, she was looking for it rough tonight. By the way she was dressed there would be no doubt in any guys mind what she was looking for.
She was medium height, full breast, shapely, sexy legs, her hair was shoulder length, light brown with hints of blond, wavy, the kind that gave her that wild sexy look. She wore her black leather dress, tight, hugging her curves, the zipper down the front leading you to her point of no return, the thigh high leather boots advertised her easiness. She wore no panties, she didn't want to hide what she wanted to show.
She needed it rough, quick, easy, no strings, just a cock, any cock would do. She didn't want to attach a face to it, she didn't want to know his life story, she just needed a meaningless fuck....bad.
She saw what she wanted, he was playing pool across the bar. He looked like a biker, a white T-shirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest, a black leather vest that embodied the look of roughness. His tight jeans with the wallet chain hanging invitingly across his thigh, revealed all she needed to know about him. "Yes," she thought, he looked rough, just what she wanted, needed.
She wasn't in the mood for small talk, playing coy, the rituals of getting to know someone, she just needed to feel the pounding of a cock in her pussy.
She walked over to him, aware of the many eyes lusting after her. He was tall, taller then she thought, but she didn't care. She whispered something in his ear. He set his cue stick down, followed her thru the bar and out the front door, on to the dark street. The only sounds were those of the far off honking of cars and taxis racing by.
She lead him around the corner, he followed close behind. She found a dark spot along the alley wall. She leaned against it, he knew his role, there were no words needed.
Grabbing her wrist roughly he pinned them above her head, his mouth roughly kissing her, the stubble from his face rubbing against her sensitive skin. She kissed him back, sucking his tongue into her mouth, his body pressed hard against hers, his cock, hard, throbbing against her thigh.
She felt her pussy becoming wet, burning with fire. She felt alive, every nerve ending in her body reacting to her desire. He held her wrist with one hand, using his body to pin her to the wall. She heard the sound, it vibrated in her ears, it had a direct connection to her pussy causing it to contract. The sound was of her zipper being roughly pulled, the unzipping of her ecstasy.
