Sarah walked into the dimly lit bar like she was daring the world to notice her. At five foot one and barely a hundred pounds, her petite frame still turned heads in that tight black dress. Fresh off her divorce papers, she needed cock, not conversation. She ordered a whiskey and scanned the room until her eyes landed on him.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin gleaming under the lights, and he caught her staring. No smile, just a nod. She walked straight over.
You look like you want something specific, he said, voice low and rough.
I want a black cock stretching my tight little pussy tonight, she answered without blinking. You up for that?
He finished his drink in one swallow. Names Marcus. My place is five minutes away.
They didnt talk in the car. The second the door closed behind them, Marcus grabbed her by the waist and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Sarah wrapped her legs around him and ground her soaked panties against the thick bulge in his jeans.
Fuck, youre tiny, he growled, carrying her to the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and stripped fast. His cock sprang free, long, thick, veined, and already leaking. Sarahs eyes widened but her mouth watered.
She crawled forward on all fours and wrapped both hands around the base. This is what I divorced for, she muttered, then licked the head and took as much as she could down her throat. Marcus grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth in steady strokes, pushing deeper each time until she gagged and spit ran down her chin.
Get that dress off, he ordered. Sarah peeled it away, revealing small perky tits and a shaved, dripping cunt. Marcus pushed her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and dragged the fat head of his cock up and down her slit.
Beg for it.
Shove that big black cock in me, she hissed. Fuck me hard.
He slammed in halfway on the first thrust. Sarah cried out, back arching. He didnt give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove the rest of the way home, bottoming out against her cervix. Her tiny body shook with every brutal stroke. The wet sound of her pussy getting wrecked filled the room.
Marcus flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and mounted her again. One hand pinned her neck to the mattress while the other slapped her ass red. Sarah pushed back, taking every inch, moaning like a whore. Deeper, harder, ruin me.
He did. He fucked her through two shaking orgasms, her cunt clenching and squirting around his thickness. When he pulled out, her hole stayed open, pink and pulsing. Marcus flipped her again, this time onto her side, and lifted one leg over his shoulder. The new angle let him grind against her G-spot with every thrust.
Sarah came again, screaming, nails digging into his forearm. Marcus finally let go, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her with thick ropes of cum. It leaked out around his cock as he kept pumping through his orgasm.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. After a minute he pulled out slowly and watched his load drip from her used pussy. Sarah reached down, scooped some onto her fingers, and licked them clean.
Round two in ten minutes, she said, voice hoarse. Im not done with that cock yet.
Marcus grinned and stroked himself back to hardness. Good. Neither am I.