Tuesday date

Well, it had been over a week since I had any action, and I was at my...umm....well....monthly extremely horny time, so I made a date with Steve for last night.  I wore a nice sundress, with nothing on underneath it.  Nice and casual, since we didn't have plans to go anywhere special.  Anyway, he picked me up and we went to a place to get a bite to eat.  The table they sat us at was one of those little ones where you have to sit across from each other.  Why they didn't seat us at a bigger table I don't know, because they weren't busy.  But I still made the best of it.  While we were waiting for our food, I was sliding my foot up his leg, and rubbing his crotch with it.  He kept telling me what a bad girl I was as we talked.  I don't know if anybody saw what I was doing, and honestly, I don't care, I was having fun.  One good thing about it being quiet there is that it wasn't long before our food arrived.  We ate, and I kept flirting while we ate and talked.  It was a good dinner, but I was wanting a taste of something else.  We left and went back to his place.  We walked in, made ourselves comfortable and were sitting on the couch talking.  That didn't last long before I was sliding off the couch in front of him and unbuttoning his pants.  I knew what I wanted, and I knew what he wanted.  It felt so good to get his cock back in my hands, rubbing it, pumping it.  Then I put my lips around it.  Damn what a beautiful cock.  I was moving up and down on it, sucking on it like a pro, and playing with his balls.  I was trying to take it a little deeper every time.  I so want to deep throat him, but I couldn't get it all in because I kept gagging on it.  He was talking dirty to me, telling me what a good cocksucker I am, and a good little slut.  I got really close to being able to take him all in when I heard him groaning and felt his body tense.  I pulled up and kept just the head in, feeling him explode inside my mouth.  Now that was a great dessert.  I swallowed the hot, yummy cum, and he was kept telling me what a good cocksucker I was, and calling me a slut.  I gave him a dirty look as I stood up, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom.  I peeled off my sundress, exposing my naked body.  He told me how good I looked and I just told him to shut up and get naked.  I was getting into my slutty role.  As he got naked I pushed him backwards onto the bed.  (Again, he must have wanted it because there would be no way I could push him around if he didn't want me to).  He fell backwards, and I loved seeing his big black cock pointing straight up, still wet with my spit.  I eagerly climbed on top of him, and lowered myself onto it.  It had been a little while, but his cock slid easily into my tight, slick, juicy pussy.  I started by bouncing slow, but as he started calling me names and talking dirty to me, I got to moving faster and faster.  His cock inside me felt so right, felt like it was perfect, and meant to be.  Filling me up, hitting deep inside me, I loved it.  I was grinding all around as I bounced on him.  Everytime he called me a name and said something dirty I loved it.  It was getting me more and more turned on, and he knew it because I would ride him harder and faster.  I can't tell you how long I was bouncing on him before I finally went over the edge, my pussy clamping down around him, my whole body spasming with pleasure.  He just kept talking to me, and it felt like my orgasm just kept going.  When I came down from my high, I thanked him for it, and he just told me that me being the whore, deserved it.  I apologized for not getting him off again, but he told me that he was saving his cum for somewhere else.  I said that I didn't know if I could take it tonight.  He just kept calling me a whore, a slut, and other words.  Saying that he was sure a whore like me would love to take a big cock up my ass.  That a real slut would be willing to take it, and that I'm just a little fucktoy for a big cock.  He knew what he was doing as I started moaning and groaning, wiggling around on his hard cock.  The dirty talk and the visuals was driving me wild, so I hopped off of him and got on my knees, head on the bed, reaching back and spreading my cheeks.  He smiled at me and told me I'm the perfect bitch as he moved and placed the head of his cock against my hole.  I was almost expecting the intense pain and pleasure of him just slamming it in, but instead I felt him push gently.  I know we both felt my muscles as I was trying to relax them, a constant pressure on the muscles trying to push inwards.  The only lubrication was  my own juices from when I was riding him.  The muscles slowly relaxed and his cock sank deeper, a groan escpaed my mouth as I felt his head pop in, he pushed a little deeper and stopped.  I was just thinking that it was going to be a gentle ass exploration.  That is, until my muscles relaxed, it's then that I felt him slam into me deep and hard.  I just let out a yelp as I felt him sink deep, but he was telling me what a good whore I was.  That was turning me on, he started at first with long strokes at a good pace.  It wasn't long before he was pounding my ass hard and fast, his balls slapping up against my pussy.  There was some pain, but I loved the feeling, and I loved him calling me names and talking dirty to me.  It seemd liked the more he talked, the more I was loving it.  It wasn't long before I was begging him for his cum.  He slammed deep and unloaded inside me, I loved it, and I was really feeling like a whore.  He pulled out and flopped down beside me.  I cuddled up with him for awhile, telling him how good he made me feel.  I had never thought about it, but sometimes I get really turned on by being called names and treated roughly.  Seems like he knows when to do that to me.  Wasn't long before we got dressed and he brough me back home.  It was then that I wish I wore panties because I was so juicy, and his cum was trying to ooze out of my ass.  We gave each other a long passionate kiss and I walked in, put on my pajamas and fell fast asleep.