My mother warned me about sex. She always said that if I gave it up too early, I would be treated like a piece of meat by my man.

Well, Mom, you almost had it right. Turns out I’m the one who treats a man like a piece of meat.

Tonight there’s a party at the Sigma Epsilon Xi fraternity house, a veritable buffet of hormones and desire. Nothing beats a frat party for some quick and dirty sex with no strings attached.

When I arrive, I look for any guy who isn’t currently sucking face with a chick, and lock eyes with the first I see. His own eyes go wide as he takes in the ebony goddess before him: thick, curly black hair that falls past my shoulders; strong arms and stronger thighs and ample hips; studded heels that could kill both metaphorically and literally; and a leopard-print bodysuit that leaves just enough to the imagination while flattering every curve I’ve got.

With a single crook of my finger, and he’s following me up the stairs like a lamb to slaughter. We barely make it to the nearest bedroom before his hands are on me and his lips are sucking at my neck. I let him have his fun as I slide the skin-tight garment off, bending forward with a purposeful push of my ass against his crotch as I slip it over my heels. They, of course, stay on.

I walk over to the bed and stretch myself out on the edge of it, legs spread an eyebrow raised in silent demand. He obliges without a second thought, dropping to his knees between my legs and pushing them further apart as his tongue darts between the wet folds of my pussy.

He then goes straight for the clit, flicking his tongue over and around it before putting his lips to skin and sucking. His hand moves to slide a finger inside me, and I moan appreciatively as my hips roll to grind myself against his mouth and hand.

His finger curls against my opening while his tongue traces different shapes with varying degrees of pressure. Oh, he’s good at this, and it just makes me want… “More,” I say on a heavy breath out.

He slides out his finger and gives one final lick, dipping his tongue inside before he moves up my body. Lips and tongue and teeth make their way along my stomach and chest, and he stops at my breasts to press his mouth to my right breast. He sucks on it eagerly with just a hint of teeth against my skin while kneading the other with one hand.

When he moans and buries his face deeper into my soft, ample cleavage, I let out a contented sigh and trace the shell of his ear with my fingertips. I feel him shudder with delight, and his hands move down to my thighs to simultaneously push me onto my back and my knees against my tits.

I look down, a little surprised to see he’s already unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down. I barely have time to wonder when he’d done that, because my eyes land on his thick, hard cock and I feel the tight, hot coil in my groin that heralds a fresh rush of wetness.

He lets the head of his dick rub up and down my pussy before he starts to push inside, the girth of it stretching me open in the most delightful way. I let out a moan as each inch fills me up, bucking my hips against his to help him slide deeper.

Once he’s fully seated, he pauses to give me time to adjust. It’s a sweet gesture, but completely unnecessary.  I pull him closer with the sharp point of my heels against the firm muscle of his ass. He starts thrusting, going in and out at a quick, rough pace.

He leans forward and kisses me, circling his tongue around mine as his hips slap against my skin. Then he grabs my arms, holds them together at the wrists, and pins them to the bed over my head as he continues to fuck me.

The pleasure rises quicker than normal, but he’s able to read my body and knows exactly what to do to prolong the sweet torture between wanting release and wanting more. I can feel my own wetness in each of his thrusts, the smooth glide he’s able to achieve because of the oral work he did.

One of his hands reaches down and he brushes my clit with his thumb. A gasp tears out of me and my back arches as my muscles tighten around him. He grins, pleased with himself, and he quickens both the pace at which he slams into me and the pressure he uses against my tingling clit.

I feel tight and hot and needy and desperate, each thrust is pushing me closer to the edge. I’m not going to last, and neither does he because as I start to clench down on him, his body stiffens and he begins to release deep within me. The warmth spreads inside of me as my body tenses and relaxes, every muscle in my lower half tingling and spasming to its own rhythm.

My legs quiver as the rhythm explodes and I reach my peak, a long moan pulled from my throat like music from an instrument. I keep my legs tight around him to spur him like a horse with the studs digging into his flesh, riding out my orgasm with a few more thrusts from him until he collapses, spent.

The warmth spreading to my fingertips and toes is delightful. I feel like I’m floating on air as sweat drips down the side of my face, the steady pulse of pleasure emanating from my core like a spider drumming its web.

He’s saying something about how great this was, how great he feels, blah blah blah. I’m not really listening.

All I can think is...  I need to get my legs working again, because it’s time to get downstairs and hunt for my next piece of meat.