When I went out clubbing last night I wanted to find some hot guy to go home with and get my brains fucked out. I got that except he turned out to be a she. All night long she kept hitting on me and dancing with me, making it beyond obvious what she wanted. I just can’t say no to someone like that; the confident ones are the fun ones who always have a good time.

Her take-charge attitude didn’t change and she practically ripped my clothes off before throwing me down on the bed. I watched as she took her own clothes off then went to the closet. I stared at her round, firm ass as she walked away from me and couldn’t wait to feel her. She bent down, giving me a good view, and picked a bag up off the ground. She opened it, took out a strap-on and came back to the bed.

She stood by the side as she slipped it on and ran her hand over the shaft slowly. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.” she murmured and my pussy got wet at the sexy tone she used. She then opened the nightstand and took out a pair of handcuffs, showing them to me. I loved where this was going and held my arms out to her so she could snap the handcuffs on. She looped them between the rods on her headboard and gave my arm a quick jerk, making the handcuffs rattle and showing me just how helpless I was. I couldn’t wait to be fucked and I opened my legs for her. She grinned wickedly at me and got between them. She leaned over me and the tip of the dildo slipped past my lips. She stopped moving when there was just enough in me to please and began rocking back and forth, teasing me and making me even wetter. My pussy was aching and this was driving me crazy. I wiggled under her, trying to get more of it in me and she just laughed. “I want to hear you beg.” she told me and I was so desperate for dick that I did, telling her how bad I needed to be fucked, how I just had to have it, please. She breathed harder with excitement as she listened to me then shoved into me hard with one thrust. I gasped loudly as she went in deep and began fucking me. I put one leg around her and pulled her close to me, forcing her to keep going. She was panting over me from how fast she was going and my pussy felt bruised as she rammed into me. I pushed my hips up to meet her thrusts and could hear the handcuffs rattle every time my body shook. My pussy got tighter around the dildo and my body got tenser as we moved together. Wetness dripped down me as the dildo slipped past my walls again and again until I came loudly.

She stayed in me and bent lower, kissing me and muffling my cry. When it passed she pulled away and said “I’m not done with you yet.” God, this is why I love fucking women; they can keep going instead of rolling over and going to sleep.

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