I was pissed off and angry. I went for a run, but it didn’t help. There is only one thing that will help when I get this way.  I need to be fucked.  No strings.  Just raw, animalistic fucking.

After showering, I carefully select my outfit.   Not too slutty,  but showing enough skin that any man in their right mind will know what I am after.  I head out the door to the Down Under bar.  The clientele there should have just what I need.

I walk in and take a seat at the bar.  I haven’t even gotten the attention of the bartender when a man approaches and asks if he can buy me a drink. Ugh, too desperate, no thanks. The bartender approaches, and I order my drink. I scan the dance floor. Everyone out there is too young. I need a man tonight, for sure. I turn to scan the room, and then I see him. Seated alone, but looking confident. He is dressed in jeans and a nice-fitting black tee. I approach him and sit nearby, crossing my legs, my skirt rides up, showing my entire thigh. I wait before I turn to look at him, not wanting to appear too eager. He nods a hello, I give a little wave, and simultaneously we move closer to one another.

He asks my name, but I tell him names are not needed for what I am looking for. He inches closer and runs a finger up my leg to the edge of my skirt and asks what exactly am I looking for? I lean to whisper in his ear, my hand landing on his upper thigh. Telling him what I want, biting his earlobe gently as I finish my demands. As I pull back, he indicates the door, and we head outside.

We pull up to the hotel I had reserved for the night.  I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to bring a stranger home!  As I open the door, he follows me in, immediately pushing me against the wall and capturing my mouth with his.  Kissing me hard, his hands exploring.  One settles on my tit, squeezing the ample flesh.  The other comes to my neck just under my chin.  Just the right amount of pressure without stopping my breath.  But I need more.  I hook my heel around his knee, pulling his leg up into my pussy so I can grind into his thigh. Digging my nails into his back, I pull away from his mouth.

Fuck, I need to fuck, now I demand.  As we make our way to the bed, I pull off my dress, leaving me naked except for my shoes.  He pulls off his tee, and I pull the zipper of his jeans so he can pull them off.  He takes off his shoes to finish stripping.  As we fall onto the bed, he grips my wrists and holds them over my head. He pushes my legs apart with his knees and enters me in one thrust. Fuck, yes, harder, faster, bite me. He does everything I ask. He pulls out and orders me to get on my hands and knees. I do, and he thrusts into me again, wrapping his hand into my hair and pulling. My head goes back, and I moan with pleasure. His other hand reaches around to squeeze my tit and pinch my nipple.

Yes, fuck, faster, fuck, bite me, spank me, more, harder, deeper, fuck, don’t stop! As I am about to cum all over his cock, he shoves a finger into my ass.  This pushes me over the edge, and with a screaming moan, I squirt my juices so much that it drips onto the sheets below. He keeps thrusting in and out of me relentlessly, and finally, his release comes. He cums on my ass, my back, and I quickly flip over, and he finishes on my tits.

I’m not pissed off anymore.