The music was loud and the drinks were strong, but the woman sitting across from me had my full attention.

I don’t have a type, but if I did, Morgan would have ticked all the boxes. A graduate student who’d grown up in New York, she was clever, charming, and well-read. And as if that wasn’t enough, she looked like a pinup model: a shortstack with a heart-shaped face framed by jet-black Bettie Page bangs, her creamy pale complexion accentuated by dark red lipstick. She usually wore black, and tonight was no exception.

The taste of whisky lingered on my lips, but all I could think about was how Morgan’s pussy would taste.

It was our third date, so I’d dressed up a little. A pressed shirt, fitted trousers, and a tailored jacket that accentuated my shoulders and lean frame. I’d initially put on a tie too, but had reconsidered and taken it off on the train over, opting for a more dressed down look. Judging by the appreciative look and the lingering hug I’d received when I’d first arrived, I’d made the right call.

We both knew what was coming - we’d been eyefucking each other over the table all night, and over the last hour my fingers had been running absentmindedly over Morgan’s wrist - but I wanted her to say it. I can be very, very patient when I put my mind to it, and even with a couple of stiff drinks in me I stayed the course, knowing that the way to Morgan’s heart (and pussy) was to ratchet up the tension bit by bit. So I sipped my drink, laughed at her jokes, and watched her bat her eyelashes at me.

At some point I leaned in, pretending I hadn’t been able to hear her over the noise of the bar - close enough to smell her perfume, to feel her breath hot against my ear - and when I pulled back she held my gaze, staring up at me with expectant eyes.

“I live around the corner. Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.

I gave her hand a squeeze and smiled. “Sure.”

We settled up and slipped out into the cold night air. She led me down the street and within a few minutes the noise and lights faded away, the only sound the tread of our shoes on the pavement. We didn’t exchange a word, but I felt her giddy excitement in the way she periodically squeezed my hand in hers.

She lived in a dormitory off campus so I had to sign in at the security desk, the bored security guard hardly giving me a glance before waving us through. Morgan practically skipped down the corridor to her room, but paused at the door, suddenly sheepish.

“I hadn’t planned on having you over tonight. It’s…kind of a mess in there.”

I shrugged and smiled. “How bad could it be?”

She opened the door and ushered me inside. It was a tiny room, with a single bed tucked along one wall and a desk facing the other. Morgan, it turned out, was a fiend for cosmetics and skincare. No doubt that was the reason for her ethereal, porcelain-like complexion, but nearly every surface in the room was covered in various glass bottles, vials, and tubs of ointment, in addition to stacks of academic pamphlets and textbooks. It was a mess, but I certainly wasn’t about to say so to the raven-haired bombshell now looking up at me with intense, smouldering bedroom eyes.

She pressed herself into me and I wrapped one arm around her, fingers wrapped in her hair as I brought her face to mine. She kissed me eagerly, her tongue searching for mine, and she gave a stifled moan into my lips when she found it. My other hand gripped her waist and drew her even closer to me and she gasped when she felt my stiffening cock against her belly.

She broke the kiss first. “Fuck…you’re good at that,” she purred.

“Not the only thing I’m good at.”

“Mmm. Go on, then…show me.”

I drew her in again and with the hand gripping her hair by the roots I pulled her head back, exposing her pale white throat. I buried my face in the smooth hollow at the confluence of her collarbone and neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling gently at the downy soft skin until she shuddered and squirmed. My hand slipped inside her jacket and I helped her shrug it off, heard it fall to the floor with a soft thwump, and pushed her back towards the narrow bed even as I continued to suckle and kiss from the base of her throat down to the top of her breasts. Her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she fell back onto it, taking me with her, our bodies entwined, twisting as she fell to lie comfortably in the cramped space. I kissed my way back up from her cleavage to her neck, paying particular attention to the sensitive spot just below and behind her ear, which earned another involuntary shudder and a whimper. I was just about to kiss her again when my eyes fell on the object sitting on the windowsill directly above our heads.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked.

She craned her head back to follow my gaze and stifled a giggle. “Oh my God…yeah, one of my girlfriends got that for me for my birthday a few months ago.”

It was a silver buttplug, still in its box, its flared shape unmistakable through the translucent plastic window at the front of the package.

I reached over and grabbed it. It had a pink heart-shaped jewel at its base. Cute. 

I grinned at Morgan. “Still unopened, after all these months?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, a mischievous look in her eye. “Never found the right time for it.”

I leaned in and gave her a deep, slow kiss.

“How about now?”

She considered it for half a second, then bit her lip and nodded.

I climbed off the bed, the cheap mattress springs groaning, and stood over Morgan. “Take off your clothes.”

She pouted in mock protest. “That’s not fair. Why do you get to keep your clothes on?”

“Hush.”

She smirked. “Yes….” She drew out the last syllable, a challenge in her voice. But she obeyed, slipping the blouse over her head to reveal a black lace pushup bra. As I continued to watch, she reached behind her, unclasped the bra, and let it fall from her shoulders. Her breasts were full, as smooth and pale and inviting as the rest of her, with plump pink nipples. 

I bent down and kissed her again, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling them stiffen as she gasped and arched her back in pleasure. I slid my hands down, over her ribcage and her flat belly and her hips to find the waistband of her jeans, and she wordlessly unbuttoned them and I peeled them off her legs. Her black lace thong followed almost immediately after, revealing a neatly trimmed landing strip above her perfect, lovely cunt.

Splayed out in front of me on the bed, I could explore her at my leisure. My hands gently kneaded her breasts while I latched my lips on first one, then the other nipple, alternating between suckling and flicking and swirling my tongue until they stood erect and swollen. I kissed my way from between her breasts down her belly, watching her expression, hearing her breath catch as I neared her pussy. I hooked my forearms under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her knees so I could kneel between them. I could smell her arousal, see the moisture glistening on her flushed and puffy cunt. I kissed and nuzzled at her inner thighs and she whined, willing me to turn my attention to her pussy. I let her buck her hips up and down a few times before I sank my fingers into the flesh of her thighs, spread her legs further apart, and gave her a long, slow lick from taint to clit. Morgan issued a low moan that suddenly caught in her throat as I parted her lips with my tongue and sucked gently at her clit. Her hand grabbed at the back of my head and I found my nose pressed into her pubic mound; I breathed deep and smelled her salty-sweet, musky scent. Her other hand was curled in the sheets, knuckles white, as I lapped at her pussy until her juices and my saliva ran down my chin.

I slipped a finger into her sopping hole and it sank in without resistance, so I added a second, then a third. I curled my fingers up toward her G-spot and was met with a squeal of pleasure. I rose to my feet, exerting even more pressure upwards on her G-spot and began to fingerfuck her rapidly. Morgan threw her head back and moaned into her balled fist; her breasts rose and fell as her breaths turned to excited gasps, and her legs shuddered and twitched. Tiny beads of sweat gave her flushed skin a slippery glow and I knew her orgasm was imminent.

She came quickly and violently, hissing through gritted teeth as she curled up into me, clutching the arm with its digits firmly buried in her dripping cunt so hard her nails left marks, before she arched backwards and collapsed in a heap on the sheets.

“Fuck…” she panted.

I didn’t let up. I knelt on the bed next to her, hooked my hands under her knees, and drew them towards her chest. Coming out of her post-orgasm daze, she realized my intentions and eagerly replaced my hands with her own, rocking back and curling herself up to expose both her holes to me. I took in the sight of her perfect puckered little asshole, the outer rim a blushing pink ringed with downy hair, soaked and slippery with a combination of my saliva and the juice from her cunt.

I reached down and picked up the buttplug from the floor. “Ready?”

She nodded. “There’s lube in the nightstand.”

I slipped the plug out of its box and fetched the lube from the drawer. I squirted a healthy dollop onto the plug and knelt before Morgan once more. She cooed happily as I spread her cheeks with my free hand and then yelped softly when I rested the cool metal plug against her tight, puckered entrance.

“Push out for me, won’t you?” I murmured.

She did as I asked, and with only the lightest pressure from my thumb, her ass opened up and swallowed the plug greedily, stretching to accommodate the rounded conical head and closing around the slender stem.

“Fuuuckkk…” she groaned. “That’s so fucking good…”

I sank my fingers into her cunt once more, her flushed and swollen lips yielding easily. I felt the hard, bulbous plug through the thin membrane separating her pussy and her ass and pressed down gently on it, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from Morgan. I began to pump my hand up and down, working her G-spot on the upstroke and pushing against the plug on the downstroke and she threw her head back and hissed a string of profanities through gritted teeth. She came again, snapping her legs shut like a vice around my hand and riding my fingers through her orgasm. It was only when the twitching subsided and she slumped back onto the sweat-soaked sheets was I able to extract my hand from between her legs.

While she recovered, I quickly slipped my shirt over my head and let my trousers fall to the floor. The sound of my belt hitting the carpet seemed to rouse her and she rolled over slightly to look at me.

Her voice was a throaty whisper. “C’mere.”

She lay on her side and I climbed onto the narrow single mattress. She gestured for me to lay down and she clambered over me to kneel between my legs. My cock was hard, painfully hard, and stood erect between us, tenting up my boxer briefs and staining the fabric with precum. Her slim fingers fluttered up my thighs and slid them off, my cock springing free, the head sticky and glistening.

“Mmm,” she murmured.

She wrapped her hands around the shaft and pumped up and down, and it was my turn to groan through gritted teeth. She leaned in and kissed me with a feverish intensity as she jacked me off, no doubt tasting herself on my lips, before she dipped down and took my cock in her warm, wet mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” I breathed.

She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes as she slowly, deliberately slid more and more of my shaft down her throat. I rested a hand on top of her head and she moaned happily before she began to bob up and down, the saliva flowing freely from her lips. Every thrust of my fat cock head against her palate elicited a throaty gurgle but I let her control the pace as she fucked her face back and forth on my cock. When her eyes began to water she finally let my cock slither free from her throat but quickly dove down to tongue and suckle greedily at my balls while she worked my shaft rhythmically with her slender fingers, every inch of my cock now well lubed with spit. I closed my eyes and moaned. She gave me a final achingly slow, teasing lick along the underside, planted a delicate, chaste kiss right on the tip, and sat back on her heels.

I knew what she wanted. This time, I didn’t make her wait.

I rolled on a condom and she spread her legs for me, presenting her sopping cunt, the jewelled plug peeking out from between her cheeks. Her arms wrapped around the back of my neck and she pulled me into her; I sank my cock deep, into her hot, slick pussy in one smooth thrust, felt the plug in her ass, firm and unyielding, against the underside of my cockhead as I hilted myself deep, and she squealed in pleasure as it shifted inside her. I withdrew slowly, sank in again, testing the depth of my stroke; she bucked her hips up eagerly to meet me, fucking herself on my cock, and I picked up my rhythm to match hers.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing and suckling at her sensitive spots, my hips rising and falling, pounding my cock into her like a piston. The smell of her sweat and sex filled my nostrils. At one point she came again with a quavering wail, her nails digging into my back, the flush creeping across her sweaty chest. I slowed my thrusts as she came down from her orgasm, held her close and felt her tremble. I couldn’t allow myself to cum yet, so I disentangled myself from her embrace and slid out of her. Morgan whined softly as my cock left her, but obeyed without complaint when I told her to get on her hands and knees.

I was considerably taller than her, so I couldn’t fuck her while kneeling; instead, I climbed off the bed and stood behind her while she wiggled into position. Bent over in doggystyle, her perky, creamy pale ass was now on full display, the sparkling plug perfectly nestled between her cheeks like a jewelled centrepiece. I took hold of the base of the plug and slowly, teasingly dragged it in and out, admiring the way her tight little ringpiece dilated and winked. The way it had sunk in so easily on the first go told me Morgan was no stranger to assplay; just how much she loved it, however, I was about to find out.

I ran my cock along her slit, teasing her clit, then gripped her hips and pushed myself back into her warm, wet, velvety cunt. I bottomed out inside her and she fell forward as my cock slammed home, bracing herself just in time with her elbows. Her fingers writhed and curled in the bedsheets and her moans turned to short, ecstatic yelps - “aahn - haa - aahn - aahn - aah” - as I pounded into her, a staccato rhythm accompanied by the rhythmic slapping of my hips against her ass. Soon she slumped forward again, letting her arms fall limp by her side, her face buried in the sheets. Where before she had thrown her ass back to meet my thrusts, she was now ready to relinquish control; in response, I dug my fingers into her hips, planted one foot on the bedframe for leverage, and worked her back and forth on my cock like a pliant little cocksleeve.

“Pleease...” 

Her voice was a low, desperate whisper, muffled by the sheets, so I almost didn’t hear her at first.

“Please…please…fuck my ass.”

I slowed my thrusts, relaxed my grip on her hips, but kept my cock snugly planted inside her.

I grinned. “What’s that, Morgan? I couldn’t hear you.”

She squirmed, worked her face free from the crumpled bedspread and shot me a dirty, mock-exasperated look over one shoulder.

“I said: Please, will you fuck me in the ass?”

I nodded. “Okay. But only because you asked so nicely.”

I had to reluctantly slide out of her pussy to fetch the bottle of lube. Morgan, God bless her, stayed as she was, face down, ass up. She gave her pert little bottom a wiggle as I approached, the jewel flashing. I gave her ass a smack - not hard, but enough to sting - and she squealed in delight. 

The plug was slippery with lube but my fingers found purchase and I slowly, gently worked it out of her ass. Her perfect puckered hole clung to the bulbous head as if unable to let go, but with a little more pressure the plug finally slipped free. I let it fall to the floor and squeezed more lube on my fingers, slipped them inside and ran them along her rim. The plug and her orgasms had done their work; she was relaxed and stretched and ready for cock. She sighed contentedly as I took up position behind her once more, coated my cock with lube, and pressed the head against her ass.

“Slow, slow…” she breathed, as she snaked a hand between her legs and began to rub her clit in slow, lazy circles.

I let her move into me, standing still as she slowly, achingly impaled her ass on my cock. The fat, swollen crown stretched her open little by little, until I felt that familiar give and she gasped as it finally slid inside. The shaft sank in without much resistance, inch by inch, until I felt my balls press snugly against her pussy.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Morgan moaned.

Her hand was moving furiously now, her pussy drenched. I could hear her fingers working. She began to undulate her hips, tentatively at first, getting used to my cock in her ass, but as she grew more comfortable the desperate, needy edge returned to her voice.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, stuffing her fingers into her pussy. “So fucking full.”

She turned and shot me a look, eyes glazed, panting. I didn’t need to be told twice. As Morgan worked her pussy I grabbed her hips, clambered up onto the bed behind her, and went to work on her ass. I couldn’t be as rough with her ass as I’d been with her pussy, but I could give her long, smooth, deep strokes from tip to balls that dug her out, kept her asshole stretched to its limits. From this angle, squatting behind her and mounting her like a rutting beast, I could press my cock down against the back wall of her pussy as she pounded herself with her fingers. She was babbling now, a monosyllabic mantra, one word over and over and over in a husky, delirious whisper:

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck -”

Morgan twitched and shuddered as her orgasm took her and I felt my own climax building, the familiar pulsing warmth, every nerve ending in my throbbing cock so, so sensitive. Her ass milked me like a sleeve, the thick muscular ring gripping my shaft so exquisitely tightly, I couldn’t hold back even if I’d wanted to.

“Fuck, Morgan, I’m cumming -”

I didn’t hold back. With a low, guttural groan I hilted myself inside her, pressed deep, deep so that my full, twitching balls kissed her clit, and fired rope after rope into her tight little hole. As my cock jumped inside her she moaned too, a desperate, animalistic sound from somewhere deep in her chest, and I held her sweaty, glistening body tightly to me as the last pulsing spurts filled the condom.

We collapsed in a sweaty, breathless heap, my cock still impaled to the root between her cheeks, my arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts.

I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Happy belated birthday.”