Martin Matthews was a cop who had spent many of his shifts lately working nights. But with the night off on Thursday, he was free. And he couldn’t wait to hook up again with the beautiful Efie.

They had met a few weeks back and had two amazing dates. The second date had been monumental Efie had arrived in a small, sexy outfit with lush red high-heeled sandals showcasing her perfectly pedicured feet.

They had ended up back at his place with him stretching Efie open and buried inside her. Her pussy had felt so good. She left early in the morning satisfied and wet, still oozing from her slit.

“Fuck Marty, no, I have a work dinner with clients on Thursday,” replied Efie after hearing Martin’s news.

“After dinner?”

“Yes, that could work,” she replied, smiling.

"Where a sexy dress with a small pair of knickers, no tights. I want easy access," Marty demanded.

"Naughty boy," Efie quipped with a quick laugh.

Thursday came round, Efie did as she was told. Her modest black sheath dress hugged her curves and breasts, a small black thong between her thighs. Her legs were bare with her feet squeezed into designer black stilettos. Professional on the outside, but inside, she burned.

The sushi restaurant was buzzing. The evening started with cocktails flowing over small talk. Then Efie and her clients were escorted to their table, given menus, and told about the specials.

With styled black hair, petite frame and sensual dark brown skin, Efie caught the eye of every red-blooded man in the restaurant. In particular, a blonde-haired rugged man sitting alone in the corner.

Martin Matthews looked good in a tailored grey suit that stretched across his muscular shoulders and chest. Pale stubble shadowed his strong jaw. His arms flexed as he lifted a glass of wine to his lips. Those piercing blue eyes locked onto hers across the crowded room, a predatory smirk, sending a shiver straight to her core.

‘What the fuck was he doing there?’ They weren’t supposed to meet until later. Now she understood why he had asked her to dress a certain way.

Efie’s makeup was bold and sultry—smoky eyes that screamed 'fuck me,' lips painted a deep red, glossy and plump, perfect for wrapping around his cock when the opportunity arose. She smoothed her dress, feeling the thin barrier of the thong between her skin and the world.

Marty shifted in his seat, his broad frame drawing a few glances from nearby tables, but his focus never wavered. His hand dropped casually below the long white tablecloth, out of sight, and Efie's imagination ran wild—she pictured him palming the growing bulge in his pants, squeezing his thick cock through the fabric, his eyes devouring her sexy black body like he was already fucking her in his mind. The air between them hummed with unspoken depravity; every stolen glance felt like a rough finger teasing her slit through the thong, dipping in just enough to make her gasp, building the ache until her chest heaved and her nipples strained painfully against her dress. She caught him licking his lips, and her pussy clenched, craving the stretch of him inside her. She adjusted her posture, arching her back slightly to push her tits forward, knowing he saw, knowing it drove him crazy. 

The waiter came over and took their order. Efie then excused herself to use the ladies’ room, but slipped out a side door to the patio; she knew he would soon follow. The cool night breeze hit her overheated skin like a slap. It raised goosebumps on her bare arms and legs but did nothing to cool the fire between her thighs.

Leaning against the wrought-iron railing, she stared out at the city lights twinkling in the distance, one hand subtly pressing against her mound through the dress and thong, rubbing in slow circles to ease the pressure. The friction was maddening, her clit swollen and sensitive against the wet fabric, but it only stoked the flames higher. Footsteps crunched on the gravel behind her, deliberate and unhurried, and her pulse spiked.

There, Marty was stepping close enough that his broad chest brushed her back, his heat radiating through their clothes like a furnace, the stubble on his jaw grazing her neck as he leaned in.

“Noticed that sexy black ass walk this way,' he growled low in her ear.

His free hand slid up her inner thigh under her dress without hesitation, his fingers hooking the thin strap of her small thong and yanking it aside, finding her sopping pussy immediately. Efie gasped, her body betraying her instantly. His digits parted her slick folds with ease, plunging two fingers deep inside her clenching heat, the intrusion making her moan low and throaty.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

Efie fell back against him as his thumb circled her swollen clit, her petite ass pressing into his crotch, feeling the hard length of his cock straining through his pants. Marty gripped her hip, holding her steady as he finger-fucked her harder, the wet squelching sounds obscene in the quiet night air, her juices coating his hand and trickling down her legs.

“I can’t wait another minute—need your big white dick stretching me now,” she whispered.

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, the sudden emptiness making her whimper.

“Toilets. Now,” he hollered, grabbing her wrist.

They burst into the dimly lit restroom, the door slamming shut behind them, the lock clicking with finality. No time for words or gentleness—Marty spun her around, yanking her dress up over her hips in one swift motion, exposing her round, dark ass cheeks and the glistening pink of her pussy, the small thong pulled taut to the side. Efie braced her hands on the cool porcelain sink, spreading her legs wide, her toes curling against the soft leather insides of her heels. She watched their reflection in the wide mirror: her petite body bent forward, perky tits heaving with each ragged breath, his pale hands contrasting sharply against her rich brown skin as he gripped her hips like handles.

He unzipped his trousers, his thick, veined cock springing free, rock-hard and curving upward, the fat head glistening under the fluorescent lights.

“Gonna fuck you raw, just like you crave, fill you up till you're leaking my cum all night,”

He rubbed his bulbous tip along her dripping slit, coating himself in her arousal before slamming forward balls-deep in one brutal thrust. Efie cried out, a sharp, keening sound that echoed off the tiled walls, her pussy stretching wide around his invading girth, the burn mixing with pure ecstasy as his balls slapped against her clit. The sink rattled with the force of his first few pumps, Efie’s body jolting forward, tits bouncing wildly, still confined in her dress.

Marty didn't hold back, pounding into her relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with animalistic power, each thrust driving deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Pushing her ass back to meet him, her cheeks rippling with every impact, the wet smacks of skin on skin filling the small space, the sensation building friction that had her moaning louder as his pale cock disappeared inch by inch into her gripping hole, emerging shiny with her creamy juices, veins pulsing with each withdrawal.

She came fast and hard, her pussy spasming wildly around him, walls fluttering as she squirted in hot, forceful gushes that splashed onto his thighs, feet, and puddled on the floor beneath them. Efie's nails scraped the porcelain, her moans turning to raw screams.

Her body shook violently, pussy milking him like a vice, inner muscles rippling in waves that pulled him deeper. He thrust erratically now, grunts turning guttural, his control fraying as her tightness pushed him to the brink. With a final, savage drive, thick, hot cum erupted inside her. Panting, they locked eyes in the mirror, her dress still hitched up around her waist, pussy gaping slightly and twitching from the abuse, his dick softening, a string of cum dangling from the tip as he pulled out. Efie shivered, already craving the next violation with this lover who owned her body without question.

"Let me help clean you up," Marty offered, doing up his trousers.

Efie said on the toilet and threw her leg in the air. Marty pulled off her shoe. She flexed her pale pink pedicured toes, the sticky remnants of her cum still glistening on her smooth calves and arches. Marty leaned in close, his hot breath brushing against her ankle, then dragged his tongue along the curve of her foot, lapping up the salty warmth with slow, deliberate strokes.

She watched him as his mouth worked upward. She leant back, pushed both legs up as Marty moved over and took off her second heel. He sucked gently to draw the fluid clean on her feet, before sliding higher to her calves. His tongue flattened broad, tracing the line of her muscle, collecting every drop with eager swipes. Efie shivered at the wet heat, her fingers threading through his hair to guide him, pressing his face deeper into her legs. He groaned against her skin, the vibration sending tingles up her body, as he devoured the evidence of their passion, inch by inch. After Marty had finished cleaning Efie up, he slid her sexy stilettos back on her moist feet.

Individually, they slipped back into the busy restaurant; Efie rejoined her companions, who were concerned she been so long, but didn't know her well enough to question it. The first round of nigiri, sashimi, and maki arrived, and they settled into the platters.

Efie could feel the cum dried stickiness under her dress as she chewed on some fleshy pink salmon, while her pussy, still throbbed from the rough fuck. Marty's eyes tracked her from his table, smirking as he ordered. She couldn’t wait to join him in his hotel room for round two.

Finally, the meal drew to a close, Efie wished her work group a pleasant evening and made her exit. She headed straight to Marty’s apartment, where he waited eagerly.

Marty was ready for round two, shirt open over muscled chest, pants tented. Efie’s heart was pounding as he took her directly to the bedroom.

Efie peeled off her dress. Her perky black tits bounced free, nipples hard. Marty's gaze darkened. She shimmied it down her body, revealing the soaked black thong, then turned, bending to show her ass, the thong strap vanishing between her cheeks. Kicking off her heels, she faced him, tugging the thong teasingly. She slid it down her body, exposing her dripping pussy—swollen lips glistening with juices and his cum, clit engorged. Naked now, her dark skin flushed, she stood vulnerable, pussy clenching.

Marty walked over to her and knelt, gripping her hips, pulling her to his mouth.

“Gonna taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot, reaching her skin.

His tongue plunged deep into her cum-soaked pussy, lapping her clit. Efie moaned, knees buckling, stumbling onto the bed, legs splaying. He spread her wide, tongue spearing in, scooping mingled cum, vibrations humming.

“Eat that pussy!”

He fucked her with his mouth, sucked her clit, teeth grazing, juices smearing on his face, wet slurps filling the room. His fingers teased her asshole. Pleasure coiled tight, tits heaving, bodies trembling with craving. She knew soon he would be back inside her, filling her cavity, making her cum, orgasm. Leaving her soaking wet once more.