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  The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Derek. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.

  With her long blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Derek to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.

  Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.

  Derek watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.

  He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.

  “Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Erin.”

  “I’m Derek. Pleased to meet you.”

  “Same here,” Erin said. “Mind if I join you?”

  “I’d be honored,” Derek said.

  “Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Erin said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”

  “Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Derek said.

  “Then what took you so long to make a move?”

  “That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”

  “Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Erin said.

  “Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

  Erin laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

  “Sorry about that,” Derek said.

  She shrugged. “What can you do?”

  Derek finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  Derek shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

  “Come on,” Erin said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”

  “I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”

  “Only from afar,” she said.

  “Really?” Derek asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.

  Erin nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”

  “But it has to happen sometimes.”

  “Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”

  “Oh yeah?” Derek asked. “And why is that?”

  “Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”

  Derek laughed and took a drink of his beer.

  “What’s so funny?” Erin asked.

  “I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Derek said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”

  “Because you did it the right way,” Erin said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”

  “I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Derek said, smiling.

  “It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Erin said.

  “Well thanks, then.”

  “You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”

  “Oh yeah? And what are they?”

  “One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”

  Derek’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”

  Erin bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”

  “I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

  “Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”

  “To what?”

  “To going to your place and having a little fun.”

  “I say what are we waiting for?”

  Derek pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Erin’s hand, and led her to the door.

  #

  Ten minutes later they were in Derek’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.

  “There’s something you need to know,” Erin said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Derek to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.

  Derek broke their embrace and took a quick step back.

  “It’s nothing bad,” Erin said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”

  “No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Derek said.

  “No,” Erin said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”

  “Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”

  Erin’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”

  “Not me,” Derek said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”

  “Where have you been my whole life?”

  “That’s funny, I was wondering the exact same thing about you.”

  “I don’t know where I’ve been,” Erin said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”

  “Where’s that?” Derek asked.

  “Down,” Erin said, dropping to her knees.

  “Oh,” Derek said as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Erin took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

  After bobbing on the head of Derek’s cock for a bit, Erin took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

  She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”

  Derek nodded, unsure if he could speak.

  “Do you want me to suck it some more?”

  He nodded again.

  Giggling, Erin took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.

  Erin sucked Derek’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letti
ng it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.

  She grabbed Derek around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.

  Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Erin quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Derek’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.

  He let out a single, involuntary groan.

  “Oh, you liked that, did you?” Erin said, her evil smile growing wider.

  “Yeah,” Derek replied.

  “Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.

  “Holy fuck,” Derek said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.

  “Wow, you really like that, didn’t you?” Erin said with a giggle.

  “A little bit too much, I think,” Derek said.

  “Tell me about it. Maybe I should just go back to sucking your cock.”

  “Maybe you should,” he said.

  So she did, wrapping her lips around his cock and working it with her mouth while jerking him off at the same time, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while.

  Erin blew him with an experts touch, constantly altering the speed and pressure, mixing things up to keep him from settling into a rhythm that would ultimately lead to cumming way too soon.

  As it was, Derek was far more excited than he should have been, forcing him to pull away from Erin long before he would have liked to.

  “Sorry,” he said as he slid his cock out of her mouth.

  “Don’t be,” Erin replied. “It’s flattering, actually, knowing that I turn you on that much. Besides,” she continued. “It’s easy enough to take care of. All we have to do is switch things up.”

  “What did you have in mind?” Derek asked.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” she said. “Get down on the ground with your back to the floor. Legs towards the door. Head right here.” She pointed to a spot a couple inches from her feet.

  Derek did as he was told, thoroughly enjoying being ordered around. It was liberating being with a woman that knew exactly what she wanted, especially one that didn’t have a problem articulating it.

  “That’s a good boy,” Erin said after Derek was in position. She slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of his head until she was standing directly above his face. Rubbing her pussy while she looked down at him, Erin asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

  “A few times,” Derek replied.

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes,” he said again.

  “Are you any good at it?” Erin asked.

  “I’ve never had any complaints,” Derek said.

  “Well let’s see if you can live up to my standards,” she said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto his face.

  At first Erin just sat there, not moving at all, smothering Derek with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a hair, giving him a moment to catch his breath before dropping her pussy back onto his mouth.

  But this time she started moving back and forth, grinding on his face, getting him all wet with her juices.

  “Stick your tongue out,” Erin said.

  Derek obliged without hesitation.

  Erin reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving him deeper access. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding his tongue with her pussy. “Don’t be shy. Get in there. There you go.”

  Derek’s cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. He reached down and started to stroke it, succumbing to the curious inability of any man to leave his hard cock unattended for any extended period of time.

  “Oh, so you want a little attention too,” Erin said. “I think I can help you out there.”

  Leaving her pussy planted firmly on Derek’s face, Erin leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, blowing him while he ate her out, both of them gradually increasing the intensity until Erin was slobbering all over Derek’s cock as he attacked her pussy with reckless abandon.

  A good two minutes later, Erin said, “Enough of this shit,” and abruptly climbed off of Derek. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of paces. She was facing away from Derek, her head pointed towards the door and her ass sticking up in the air, right in his face.

  Turning her upper body so she was looking back at Derek, Erin said, “I need your cock inside me. Come over here and stick it in me. Now.”

  “As you wish,” Derek said, climbing up to his knees and shuffling over towards Erin until he was poised directly behind her. He stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, then grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slipped it inside her pussy.

  “Just sit tight,” Erin said, her head still turned back, looking at him. “Let me work it for a little bit.”

  Derek complied, holding his body still while Erin moved her ass back against him, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. She had shifted her upper body so she was again facing forward, her tight little body perpendicular to his, her spine arched so her shoulder blades and vertebrae were visible.

  Erin locked her arms out and started rocked back harder against him, so hard that he was forced to grab her hips to avoid being knocked backwards.

  “You want to take control, do you?” Erin said, confusing Derek’s act of self-preservation for initiative. “Then take it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

  Derek went with it, slamming his cock deep inside Erin’s pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Erin said, turning back to face him once again. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

  Derek paused for a moment to climb to his feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving him more leverage. Squatting down, his body hovering over Erin’s, he proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time they came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the hallway.

  Erin’s moans had grown in intensity; she was practically screaming every time their bodies came together.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunts, still looking back at him. “Give me that cock. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

  The combination of Erin’s endless talking, the look of absolute pleasure on her face, and the pure physical sensation were pushing the limits of Derek’s self-control. It took all his concentration to keep fucking her without cumming. And when she reached back with one hand and slapped her ass, it nearly put him over the edge. He had to pull his cock out of her pussy and scuttle backwards to avoid shooting his load right then and there.

  Erin’s look of annoyance quickly turned to humor when she saw the look on Derek’s face and realized what had happened.

  “Too much for you, huh?” she said, smiling.

  “Almost,” he said.

  “All you all better now?” Erin asked.

  “I think so,” Derek replied.

  “Good,” she said, turning her body around and crawling towards him. “Because I need more of your cock.”

  Erin rose up onto her knees until her head at the same height as his. She leaned in and gave Derek a kiss then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back on the floor.

  Rising to her feet, Erin walked forward until her legs were even with Derek’s hips, one foot on either side of his body. The she squatted down, put one hand on his chest for balance, grabbed ahold of his cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

  Erin started working his cock, bouncing down on him with gradual insistence, his cock
going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before Derek’s cock was completely disappearing inside Erin, her ass hammering down onto his body, driving him into the floor.

  After a particularly aggressive flurry, she slammed down on him one final time and held her body there with his cock deep in her pussy.

  “You like that don’t you?” Erin said, staring at Derek, their eyes locked together. “You like it when I hammer you with my pussy.”

  Derek nodded.

  Erin dragged her hands off Derek’s chest and sat up a little higher, putting her palms flat against the walls, one on each side of the hall. Keeping his cock inside her, Erin started moving her hips in a circular motion, going around and around, taking his cock on the ride of a lifetime.

  “What about that?” Erin said. “Do you like that too?”

  Derek nodded again.

  “Tell me how much you like it,” Erin said. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

  “I love it,” Derek said. “I fucking love it.”

  “That’s better,” Erin said, a satisfied little half-smile on her face. She dropped her knees to the floor, straddling him proper, then reached back and put her hands on his thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her head towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

  While Erin continued riding Derek’s cock, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand, and started to squeeze. She let out a high-pitched moan and started pummeling him even more aggressively.

  Taking this as a cue that she liked this new development, Derek maneuvered his fingers around her nipples and gave them a pinch.

  Erin bucked even harder and her cries grew more desperate. Sitting straight up once again, she glared down at him with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

  Derek did as he was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

  “That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on him with her full weight, their bodies coming together with a loud, wet slapping sound. “Smack my fucking tits. Treat me like a little fucking slut. Punish me, big boy. Fucking punish me!”

  Derek continued smacking away Erin’s tits while she impaled herself on his cock. He was enjoying himself immensely—too much in fact. He cursed softly under his breath and bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to fight off the inevitable orgasm.