I knew Michelle was going to be the right kind of slut. The kind I seek out for real rough carnal animalistic sex, the kind of sex that truly satisfies me.
Some women are just cheap because they know no better, do not possess the wit nor intelligence to be a true slut, real sluts are not cheap, they know what they are doing, and they have purpose and knowingly set out to exploit men's weakness for their own pleasure and amusement. These are the sluts I seek out to fuck.
Because I know their game, they cannot get the better of me and when they realise this they become mad bad and dangerous, fuck with real anger, they both love and hate what is happening to them and it shows in their eyes. They are animals. This then, for me, is sex at its best.
Michelle is tall, slender, long legged with shortish hair and thinks she has me in the palm of her hand as we drive back to my apartment and for sure she has sass and intelligence, all the qualities I like, but this fucking is not going to be on her terms as she thinks, and I smile to myself in anticipation of what is to come. Her head has been in my lap for the duration of the drive back to my place, my cock in her mouth. An eager cock sucker is a good sign and to be fair she is expert.
I lead her in through my front door, her high heels clicking on the tile floor, stocking tops showing just below her skimpy skirt. Her panties already in my pocket after a finger fucking in Manito Park where we met. I always check my cunts out first in public and this one was perfect, wet and eager and shrouded in long meaty labia, perfect.
Provocatively she sidles up the stairs towards my bedroom. Yes Missy, I know what you want, but you sure don't know what you are going to get! You are going to get it rough and abusive, on my terms not yours. The door closed and I locked it.
I spun her round and tore off her top in a violent yank exposing her small but perfectly shaped tits.
'What the fuck!!!' she yelled in anger.
