The apartment smelled like weed, pizza grease, and the sharp tang of fresh cum. I’d answered his Craigslist ad—“hung guy hosting, no strings, bring your wet pussy”—thinking it’d be a quick pump-and-dump. Thirty minutes later I was naked on his unmade bed, knees straddling his hips in reverse cowgirl, his fat cock already stretching me stupid.
“Ride it like the desperate cum-rag you are,” he’d growled when I first sank down, taking every inch until my ass cheeks kissed his pelvis. No warm-up, no lube beyond my own dripping excitement. Just the burn of him splitting me open, thick veins dragging along my walls, head nudging my cervix like he wanted to bruise it.
I bounced like a good little whore—slow at first, savoring the stretch, then faster, ass clapping against his thighs with wet smacks that echoed off the bare walls. My tits jiggled with every drop, nipples aching from the cool air and the rough way he’d pinched them earlier. He just lay there smirking, hands clamped on my hips, guiding me down harder, deeper, using my body like a fleshlight with a pulse.
“Fuck—look at that greedy cunt swallowing me,” he taunted, voice thick with lust. One hand slid up to grab a handful of my hair, yanking my head back so my back arched sharper, tits thrusting out. “Bet you tell your friends you’re a ‘good girl,’ huh? But here you are, creaming all over a stranger’s dick like a cheap escort.”
I moaned—loud, broken—because he was right. My pussy was gushing, slick sounds filling the room every time I lifted and slammed back down. Cream frothed at the base of his cock, white and frothy, coating his balls and dripping down his crack onto the sheets. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone on every downstroke, sparks shooting up my spine.
He slapped my ass—hard, twice, three times—leaving stinging red handprints. “Faster, slut. Milk me. I’m not pulling out. Gonna flood this sloppy hole till it’s overflowing.”
The words tipped me over. I ground down hard, circling my hips, pussy clenching like a fist around him. Orgasm hit me like a slap—violent, messy—walls spasming, gushing clear fluid that soaked his groin and ran in rivulets down his thighs. I screamed, whole body shaking, ass cheeks quivering as I rode through it, too far gone to care how pathetic I sounded.
He didn’t let me stop. Gripped my waist tighter and started thrusting up—short, brutal jabs that punched his cockhead against my cervix over and over. “Here it comes, you filthy breeding bitch,” he grunted. “Take every fucking drop.”
Then he erupted.
Hot, thick ropes blasted deep—pulse after heavy pulse, painting my insides white. I felt it all: the first jet hitting my cervix like warm bullets, the second and third flooding my walls until the pressure built and cum had nowhere to go but out. Excess squirted around his shaft on his upstrokes, creamy white foam bubbling at my stretched entrance, dripping in thick strings down his balls and pooling on the bed under us.
He held me down, buried to the hilt, cock twitching as he squeezed out the last spurts. “Stay right there,” he ordered, voice rough. “Don’t you dare lift up yet. Let it settle in that used-up pussy.”
I whimpered, thighs trembling, still impaled and leaking. Slowly he eased me up—just enough for his cock to slide free with a wet, obscene pop. A massive glob of cum immediately poured out—thick, pearly, sliding down my slit in a slow, sticky trail, coating my clit, dripping off my folds onto his softening dick and the soaked sheets below. My hole gaped for a second, pink and wrecked, before twitching shut, pushing out another lazy rope of his load that strung between my lips like cum-web.
He laughed—low, cruel—reaching down to spread my ass cheeks wider with both hands. “Look at that mess. Dripping like a broken condom. You’re gonna walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs, aren’t you? Everyone’s gonna smell what a nasty creampie slut you are.”
I collapsed forward onto my stomach, ass still up, face buried in the pillow that now reeked of sex. His cum kept leaking—slow, warm pulses—trickling over my clit, pooling under my mound. He gave my ass one last smack, satisfied.
“Next time bring a friend,” he said, already grabbing his phone to snap a pic of my wrecked, leaking cunt. “I like double the holes to fill.”
I didn’t argue. Just lay there panting, dripping his seed onto his dirty sheets, already throbbing for round two.