The gig in Leicester had gone well, and as usual, I was now wandering around chatting to the crowd, still wearing the leather trousers and fishnet top I had worn on stage.

I ended up chatting to a blonde girl wearing a short black skirt, and a white shirt with a corset over the top. I had explained that I was about to leave, as I needed to head back to Sheffield because the person looking after my dogs had to leave. She asked for a lift home, which I was happy to do as it was on my way.

We chatted on the short trip, and I was then invited in for coffee. I accepted, but reminded her I could not stay long. I was standing in a small living room with a large white sofa.

She walked back into the room, and I realised she was no longer wearing the skirt. As she walked across the room towards me, the shirt opened below the corset to flash a white thong above her white stockings as she reached behind her to undo the corset.  

She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, drawing me into a deep, lingering kiss. “Are you trying to seduce me, Lauren?” I asked.

“Not at all; I am trying to fuck you,” she said simply before kissing me again, her hand dropping to caress me through my leather trousers.

I laughed and replied, “You are gorgeous, but I really can't stay long.”

“I like the idea of your fucking me and then leaving; it makes me feel naughty,” she said with a grin. I pulled her into me again, my hand dropping low to squeeze her thong-clad arse below the shirt.

“You are serious,” I laughed.

“Listen, I am twenty-three. I am too busy for a relationship, but I am horny, and you are hot,” she said, nuzzling and kissing my neck as her hand continued to stroke me below. I grabbed her hair and turned her head back up to me, kissing her passionately.

“Ok, but keep the corset on; I have a thing for corsets,” I said, my voice full of desire.

“You had better do it up again then,” she answered, moving to kneel on the sofa with her back to me.

As I tightened her corset, her shirt pulled up, exposing a shapely, smooth behind. I stroked my hand over it, saying, “So, you like the idea of being a naughty girl then?”

She sighed as my fingers stroked the thong covering her pussy, I could already feel the moisture seeping through the material.

“I am a naughty girl; why don’t you spank me!” she said, looking back at me with a smile. I aimed three or four hard slaps at her arse; she raised herself onto all fours, looked at me again, her eyes full of desire and said simply, “Again.”

Enjoying the confirmation of her desire, I spanked her shapely behind ten or twelve times. She yelped and writhed under my hands and then turned her head with a smile and said, “I knew you were kinky when I saw you; that is why I wanted you.”

I laughed and said, “Turn around.” She turned to sit beside me, and I undid the buttons of her shirt down to the corset, sliding my hand in to find she was not wearing a bra and cupping and massaging her pert breasts in turn.

She reached up and undid my trousers, pushing them down my hips and took my hard cock into her hand. Leaning forward a little, she rolled her tongue around the end, tasting the precum beading up on the tip before slowly edging her lips along the shaft.

She pumped the shaft with her hand as she looked up at me with her blue eyes and said, “Look at me sucking your dick when I have only just met you, like a cheap slut.”

“Well, be a good little slut and get on with it then,” I said, placing my hand on the back of her head and guiding my cock to the back of her throat. Her hand dropped to pull open her shirt, and I watched as she caressed and pinched her nipples. She moaned as I slid in and out of her lips.

Finally, I took hold of her hair, pulling her head back, kissed her and said, “Get on your knees, little slut.”

“I like it when you call me a slut,” she giggled as she moved on all fours.

I aimed a hard slap at her arse that made her squeal as I took hold of her hips, moved her thong to the side and entered her from behind.

She let out a deep sigh as I slowly pushed forward and filled her. I rested my hand on her arse as I quickly built up speed and rhythm. She looked back at me again, her eyes almost glazed over with desire and said, “Stop making love to me; fuck your slut as she deserves!”  

Smiling, I started to slam into her from behind, aiming a hard slap at her arse every time I thrust forward. After a few minutes, her hand reached back to stroke her now stinging ass. I removed the object of protection and placed her hand on her own breast.

“I shall spank you all I wish, slut!” I said simply and continued to smack her arse. She gripped and massaged her own chest as I continued to fuck her hard from behind.

“Oh, yes, that is good, fuck this slut hard, fuck me hard, fuck me hard,” she repeated gleefully as I spanked and fucked her from behind. The change in the slightly shy but cheeky girl I had given a lift to was notable.  

She moved to lean on her elbows, pushing back against me as I thrust into her. After a few more minutes, she slid forward, turned round and briefly took my cock into her mouth, sucking it enthusiastically, then lay on her back in the corner of the sofa, half sitting up.

I knelt in front of her and lifted her legs high in the air, sliding into her wet pussy with ease as I leaned down to kiss her. She bit my lip and immediately started moaning loudly as I rose from the kiss, quickly building up a rhythm again.

She looked up at me with imploring eyes as her fingers pinched and pulled her own nipples roughly and said, “I am so close, baby, harder, fuck me harder.”

As I lifted her slightly to allow better access and ploughed into her roughly, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened wide as her hand dropped between her legs and rubbed furiously at her clitoris.

“Oh god yes, oh god yes, fuck your slut!” she exclaimed as her body twitched and spasmed beneath me. She collapsed back onto the sofa as the tension left her body and smiled up at me as I slowly continued to slide in and out of her.

After a short delay, she smiled up at me. She said, “Let me finish you like a good little slut.”

As I slid from inside her, she took hold of my cock and sat up, taking it into her mouth, sucking it enthusiastically, then leaning back to look up at me as she pumped back and forth with her hand.

Within a minute or two, I was gasping, and she leaned back and watched as I came and sprayed thick white liquid all over her chest and corset.

She collapsed back onto the sofa with a contented grin. Once I had calmed down, I did up my trousers and found my top. “Shall I get you something to clean up with?” I asked as I leaned down to kiss her.

She kissed me passionately and deeply and then said, “No, I know you need to go, and I want your last memory of me to be me lying here like a cheap slut covered in your cum.”

“If you are sure,” I said

“I am. Thank you for tonight; it has been just what I needed,” she sighed.

“It has been a pleasure meeting you, Lauren,” I said as I left.

As I closed the front door, all I could hear was her giggling to herself in delight.

(See story illustrations folder in media section for pics to accompany the story.)