Graham’s Bar can be a pretty crowded place. I was early and she was late. I saw her enter and walk up to the bar. She bought herself a drink and looked around. I walked up to her smiling. I stuck out my hand and leaning close to her said in a low voice only she could catch, “hello Fuckpig”.
She blushed a deep red and took a swig of her drink and then sat it down on the bar. “Let’s get out off here,” she said. I followed her to the door. She was pleasingly tall, her long legs stretching down to her high heels. Her skirt was dark short and tight. In the street she turned to me. Her pretty face was framed by dark hair cut in a bob. Her breasts were generous, pressing against her white cotton blouse. “Have you got somewhere we can go?” she asked and I led her to my Porsche. She did not hesitate when I opened the door but slipped into the passenger seat.
“I’m going to take you to my apartment,” I said as I started the engine.
She nodded without looking at me, her gaze fixed ahead through the windshield. “Take me there.” She glanced at me briefly smiling; “I’m coming with you because you look okay.” She turned again and stared ahead. “I am a fuck pig. I can’t get enough fucking. I’m always horny.” As she said this she shifted in her seat pulling her skirt up over her smooth thighs. Her panties were white silk and she slipped her fingers inside. As I drove she fingered herself, her eyelids drooping closed and her breathing getting thicker. I found myself having to concentrate hard on driving. She unbuttoned her blouse a little and slipped her other hand in. She was squeezing her nipple. “Will you fuck me?” she whispered.
“We’re nearly there. I’ll fuck you,” I said. My mouth was dry. She was frigging herself fast, panting and moving her hips so that her mound pressed against her hand. With a little cry she suddenly stiffened. Her body was rigid for a few long seconds and then she sank into her seat with a sigh.
“I hope your cock’s big,” she said as I swung into the driveway.
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