Attacked her Pussy

It was the middle of the day
The bar stood empty except for the two of us
I sat for a while sipping my drink
looking intently at a woman sitting alone
She wore a tight strapless red dress that barely covered her bosom
It was so tight around her buttocks
that it rode up as she leaned forward in her chair.

She was not a beauty but there was a striking note of sexuality
There are women whose singular vulgarity
makes them attractive— I wasn’t looking for virgins
I picked up my drink and boldly walked over to her table
She stared right through me then 
motioned with her lit cigarette to sit
We conversed for awhile,
Then I came right out with it, abruptly, undiplomatic-ally,
“Come with me at my place, I want to fuck you.”

Her moist pouting lips parted and I could see
a glint of light bounce off her teeth
she had a bit of an overbite,
what is affectionately called “a cocksucker’s mouth”

We walked arm in arm,
her large breasts pressing tightly against me
As soon as we entered she disrobed
throwing her dress and sundries unceremoniously on my desk
she walked around naked, wearing only her high heels
As if a dancer, she’d pause, pick up an object and playfully pose
exhibiting her erotic merits.

I found myself breathing heavily, my jaw dropping
She was voluptuous, a cock teaser,
a sex machine, a sultry slut.

I undressed slowly, never taking my eyes off of her
I lie back nude, gently perspiring, 
sticking to the black leather couch
she came closer, hovered over me
Her pendulant breasts grazing my face
I lost no time burying my face in her ample warm breasts,
Suckling her nipples, cupping her, squeezing hard.

Before I realized, she had changed position
her legs wide spread standing over me
She leaned forward, my cock in her mouth
her tongue swirled like a rotor blade.

My cock stood at attention,
a cannon waiting to be fired
She was truly the “Blow Job Queen”

My head now ratcheted between her legs,
it was obvious what she wanted
I attacked her pussy like a starving refugee
My tongue circling, devouring her clit,
as if the first sweet fig of summer
Satisfied with my attention.

She reached back, grabbed my cock and
eased me into her wet cavernous vagina,
Her cunt seemed a vacuum needing to be filled
We both struggled like two wrestlers in the night.

We traded pull and push
Then like a boxer in the tenth round I began to take control,
I could feel her giving way as her arms fell to her sides
I claimed her from behind pushing my huge cock
deep inside, deeper than before.

She was completely at my mercy
She turned to look at me, her dark eyes pleaded
But I was beyond reason, with each powerful thrust
Her breasts bouncing, she began to whimper and cry out.

I was shaking and ready to cum when explosively she once more
gained control, tightening her vagina as if a vice
her hard grip on my cock shattered my ability
I came in a torrent as she squeezed every last drop of semen
from my cock as if it were an udder and she a milk maid.

We climaxed together
Lying exhausted on the damp couch,
engulfed with the smell of wet leather and sex
I imagined an invisible referee counting to ten
We remained lost in our own thoughts, our silence
saying more than banal words might have expressed.

At some point, she must have arisen
I could hear the shower run,
the soft rustle of clothing against her skin
The door latch opened and gently closed
She left without a word.