[F]riend of a Friend [M]

((I’m 5’10, creamy pale in complexion with a slender toned body, 34Ds and a plump, proportional rear. Deep green eyes compliment it all along with my gothy sense of style. At the time this story took place I was 18, with raven black hair which came to about my jaw length – its a bit shorter now))

I met this guy through a friend and she took me to meet him at this big bar, which was more like a club thinking about it now but everyone was calling it a ‘pub’. So I just rolled with it.
Meeting this guy, I had seen a picture of him prior to meeting – obviously, I’m not insane. And I thought he looked alright, and he was about what I expected. Tall, dark haired – hair was a bit short for my tastes but it was good enough. Good jaw, cute face. His style was a bit plain but it wasn’t anything to go home bitching about. However, he wore a leather jacket that night which I liked in particular.
So we sat down, the three of us and we chatted for a bit as we got some drinks to enjoy. After a while of drinking, my friend had to ‘head out’ to ‘take a phone call’. Leaving me and him, we’ll call him Steve, alone. Alone as someone can get in a crowded pub.
Like I said, he wasn’t anything to go writing home about but **GOD** had the sexual tension been running high, and running blistering hot.
If you had looked at us, even from across the room, anyone would have been able to read our thoughts like books. He was horny and I was pent up.
My last *good* hookup had been months ago. It was like I was in fucking *heat*
He took control of the situation pretty quick and leaned across mid conversation, catching me halfway through a sentence – I can’t even remember what we were talking about. Might have been iron maiden. Wasn’t exactly interesting… but what was interesting was what he said then.
He had this deep… rumbling tone that just came out of fucking no-where and I swear, I *swear*, I could have melted. But before I could even formulate a reply he was already up. Downing his pint, he made a bee-line for the men’s bathrooms.

That was the longest one minute of my entire life. My heart pounded in my chest as I sat there, counting the seconds which almost seemed to match every pulse of my heart. I got to about 35 before I gave up and followed suit.

Once in there, he ambushed me at the door before he cornered me in the farthest cubicle. There was like two sections to the toilets, like they knocked down a wall of a separate room to connect it to the next so we were technically in a separate room and a separate set of stall. A bit of security in that i suppose.

I practically fell through the cubicle door, giggling like a school girl as this VERY serious looking man kissed me. It was a very rushed kiss but it was enough. Lots of tongue, and it left me drooling as he pushed me towards the toilet. Stumbling slightly, I grinned at him as I pressed my back to the wall, my trenchcoat already on its way off my shoulders, hanging off my right side loosely.
By this moment he’d already closed and locked the cubicle door, turning to promptly pounce on me. There were a few moments, as we snogged once more, where we fought basically. For dominance. His hands grabbed for my wrists and I just giggled as I continuously slipped out of his grasp or reach, batting his hands away playfully.
As his breathing grew heavier, it wasn’t hard to tell he was getting frustrated as we gyrated against each other and wrestled against the restroom wall.

But soon enough he had me by one wrist and struck me across the face. Of course he didn’t just fucking hit me, my friend — uhhh Janet? We’ll call her — made a joke about how much i like that sort a thing prior as an attempt to embarrass me.
He obviously picked up on that.

As my cheek burned delightfully so, I didn’t wait to let him get away with it so I hit him back with my free hand. He responded in turn with another across the same cheek and had clearly had enough of my shit by this point because next thing I knew he had me by the throat.

Now, I was an idiot and had come in jeans so there was a moment of struggle as I unbuttoned them and yanked them down with one hand, my panties peeling off my sex to remind me how much I needed this.

Once my jeans were just halfway down my thighs, I awkwardly had to jump onto the tank of the toilet which made me cringe as it clanked loudly upon my mounting of it. His hand came off mine and cupped my bare pussy, playing with my entrance, sliding his middle finger down and parting the lips.

God, the moan that wanted to escape me was huge. It was painful to keep down to say the least, even with a big hand camped down on my throat.

I hissed as he mumbled in my ear. I didnt hear what he said because I wasn’t listening. I had my hands working desperately to unbuckle his belt and then, in turn, unbutton his trousers.
My hand was quick to dive in and retrieve the tool growing quickly between his legs. It was a damn good size, had to be at least 7 inches, if a bit more.

‘No wonder Janet wanted me to meet this fucking *stud*.’

I remember thinking just as his finger dipped into my interior, teasing my entrance and making me gasp aloud.

He grinned at me as he adjusted his stance and I felt it. His thick shaft was now lying over my steaming love spot, the shaft pressing against me in its length.

I swore loudly and we kissed again as I felt his big arms hook smoothly under my knees, taking big handfuls of my ass before promptly drawing back his hips.

His cock slid down over me and i shivered, panting against his lips, biting his tongue with a slight, animalistic growl before his shaft fell off me and bounced back up, the tip slapping me square on the bullseye. It felt incredible.

My hips shifted to meet it, the very tip of it slipping inside as he readjusts, changing his mind and taking both my wrists into one hand, pinning them above my head to allow my right leg to be mine to control, even though I just kept it where he left it.

There was a pause were we took a moment, remembering where we were as we gazed into each others eyes. No one was here. And if they were, they were dead quiet about it.

I nodded in confirmation and he definitely didn’t need to be asked twice as he thrusted forwards slowly, pushing his shaft inside of me.

I let out a silent moan, tilting my head back and gazed up at the ceiling. I saw stars as he began to fuck me there, grunting as quietly as he could into my ear while I whimpered and gasped.
His rhythm needed work but I honestly didn’t give half a fuck, I was getting fucked like I needed it and who the fuck was I to complain?
Long, deep strokes at an almost feverish pace, the slaps of our hips colliding echoed rather obnoxiously around the room. I could feel him in my fucking stomach.
We said nothing to each other as we fucked, just the most primal sounds left us as he screwed me over that toilet. Thankfully it was pretty clean else I would have complained.
He fucked me real good that evening, an animalistic fuck. Like dogs breeding in the open air just because they fucking can and because they need it.

Each thrust was intense and powerful, sending shockwaves which rocked my psyche each time as his cock slammed against my most deepest reaches. It was rough, meaningless sex. And i was loving every second of it.

He was even decent enough to let me cum with him which I can’t say the same for a lot of guys I’ve known. The orgasm was ridiculously intense. Given the setting and the time since my last hookup, I was nearly knocked unconscious in that bathroom, more than just stars sparkling in my eyes as I writhed and kicked, my tight, dripping pussy making the most revolting, sultry noises I’ve ever heard as I creamed on that veiny dick.

Unfortunately, as he pumped hot cum right inside of me — I was on the pill — I shuddered so hard from the warmth of his seed and the orgasm washing over me, that I gave myself a cramp in my calf and almost hit my head against the tiled wall as I did my best not to scream in pain.

We laughed about it, dick still buried in me and we stayed there for a moment, catching our breathes with two sets of hands now focused on my calf…

((Fuck i should call him))

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