Her full body weight pressed down on me, pushing me into the bed. I could hardly breathe, hardly think; my mind awash with all kinds of thoughts. I’m not complaining. Tonight couldn’t have turned out any better if I had planned it.She’s not been gentle with me since she pushed me through the front door. She practically forced me up the stairs and stripped me completely in a few frantic tugs of my jeans and t-shirt; in opposite directions of course. Apart from a quick, ravishing kiss that left me with a bruised lip, and wanting more, she abandoned me face down on the bed and told me not to move an inch.Fuck, I love her, I really do!It’s going up me right now. I can feel it stretch my sex wide open. I can feel the tip slip easily inside because my pussy is dripping; wet as fuck and desperate to accommodate her cock.~oOo~Thirty minutes earlier, I was sitting quietly in the local pub, minding my own business and casually reading a book. I often go in there. It’s a challenge for me to see how long I can make a free glass of water last before they ask me to leave. Today was different; I actually bought myself a half glass of lager. The cheapest they had and a bag of crisps.I’m not a rich person, far from it, but I don’t need to be as my girlfriend, Alison, has a pretty good job and she loves looking after me. That doesn’t make me a parasite though, and I insist on paying my way when I can.I was sitting facing the bar; people watching. A group of women came Bostancı Escort in, shouting loudly and giggling from some conversation they were continuing from the street beyond. I looked up from my book to see them congregate at the bar where one of them started to order the drinks.I usually look women up and down when I can; I remember thinking that one or two of them would be worth a closer look a little later on. I went back to my book and took a sip of my lager. I heard someone ask what Jenny was having and before anyone replied, a voice from the door shouted that she would have a gin and tonic.I looked up.My mouth opened all of its own.I let out or rather inhaled a big sigh.  ~oOo~I grunted. My mouth was plastered against the pillow so no sound came out. Her hands were on my shoulder blades, forcing me into the bed. Her cock was all the way inside me and I knew what was coming. First, she would tell me the reason why I was getting fucked so roughly. She would insist it was my entire fault, which it always was. Then she would ask me if I understood. I would nod my approval. And then she would slide her cock outwards and then fuck it back into me as hard as she could. Then she would tell me what a slut I was.I grunted once more.  ~oOo~All I can say is that I drooled watching Jenny enter the pub. Her breasts appeared first and then the rest of her followed. They didn’t shake at all but were perfectly contained by her bra Escort Bostancı and woollen top that she had on. Her skirt was on the short side and showed her legs off to perfection. Her dark hair, set in ringlets flowed around her head and over her shoulders.For a moment I thought she may have seen the smile spread across my lips or heard me sigh, as she looked directly at me after ordering her drink.I think I must have blushed because her eyes attached directly to mine and before I knew it, she was right in my face; analysing my soul through the connection we had established. I picked up my drink and took another sip. I wasn’t used to alcohol and I suddenly felt a little tipsy and light headed.I also felt highly aroused, knowing full well what that would mean.  ~oOo~She was pounding me. Plunging into my cunt with her cock and forcing me towards orgasm. Her hands came down on the small of my back and she held my hips tightly while she frantically bounced her own sex in to meet mine. Degrading words left her mouth as she insisted that I was a bad girl and that I shouldn’t be let out on my own. She’s probably right.Her big cock was scraping my insides causing me to scream and shake beneath her. She had found the perfect rhythm and angle so that she could delve into me making every stroke count. My orgasm was building and I waited to see if she would allow me to convert it.I started to whimper, loudly, like a dog willing their Bostancı Escort Bayan master to take them on a walk.  ~oOo~I watched this Jenny for a while as she giggled and laughed with her friends on the opposite side of the bar. They had chosen tables by the window.  I wasn’t surprised to see every bloke do a double take when their eyes saw Jenny through the window. One bloke even fell over his own feet and ended up knocking the shopping out of the hand of a passer-by. I must admit I laughed loudly at that.Whenever I looked at her, it seemed that she had chosen the same time to look at me. I was continually picking up my drink for a sip to avoid her gaze. Attempting to make her think I was not interested while busying myself.The clock on the wall struck seven o’clock. I looked around hoping that Alison would turn up and remove me from my dilemma, but she was nowhere to be seen.At five past seven, my hand was snaking down my jeans which I had deliberately loosened. I had an uninterrupted side view of Jenny’s tits and I was imagining her reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. I closed my eyes when my finger slipped over my moist lips.  ~oOo~She leant over my body and whispered into my ear; telling me I was a slut and asking me whether I wanted to come. She knew I did, I don’t know why she bothered asking me. I nodded quickly and let out a whimpering yes. She never let up and she never missed a stroke as she pushed into my body. Her hand came up on my head and she grabbed what little hair she could get hold of. My neck was pulled backwards and through gritted teeth, she asked me whether I wanted to come. It was a rhetorical question – I knew that. I nodded; my breath coming in short sharp gasps. Just like a dog.