I was feeling stressed that day and needed relief. I checked my messages and saw one from a cute redhead I'd talked to briefly yesterday. He was close by and suggested we meet on my lunch break.

I didn't give it a second thought. I immediately typed back, asking for his address. It would have to be a quick fuck and he was a perfect stranger but it would still help vent some of my frustration. He promised to use me hard and fill me up, just how I liked.

Before I knew it, noon was here and it was time to go. I usually liked to be wearing some kind of lingerie and perfectly prepped for my men but I'd make an exception this time. With panties removed and curls fluffed, I hopped in my car.

20 minutes later I was on my knees, naked except for a tank top and bra with my tits pulled out for him. It occured to me as I slid my tongue over the tip of his cock that I didn't even know his name. But it didn't matter. I closed my eyes and deepthroated him, gagging a bit. Yes, this was perfect.

He let me suck him for a minute, then told me to lay down so he could taste me. He followed me onto the bed then spread my legs, delving his tongue inside me. Between licks he teased me about how he was going to fill me and that I was a cute slut meant to be used. Sliding two fingers inside me, he sat up on his knees then rubbed my clit roughly with his thumb.

"Cum for daddy you whore."

Dirty talk drives me crazy and I had already been close from him eating me out, so his words combined with his touch pushed me over. He leaned down to kiss me as I came, then brought his fingers up and rubbed them over my lips. I licked them, tasting myself. He leaned down to kiss me again briefly before giving his next order.

"Good girl. Turn over and get on your knees"

I did as I was told, spreading my legs and steadying myself on my hands. I shouldn't have bothered though, because he gripped a fistful of my hair and shoved my face in the bed when he got behind me, making me arch my ass higher. With a brutal thrust his cock was buried deep in my wet pussy, and I gasped at the sudden fullness. He felt so goddamn good.

He fucked me hard, landing stinging blows on my ass with every other thrust, making me cry out helplessly into the sheets. He was nicely thick and I could feel my pussy stretching around his cock everytime he bottomed out in me. The frustration from this morning trickled away the longer he fucked me and the dirtier his words got.

When he told me he was close and that he was going to cum inside me if I asked nicely enough.....

I begged for it like the slut I am.

There was so much cum that I could feel it drip out of me when he finally pulled out. After throwing my clothes on, I practicality ran out the door. I had to get back to work and pretend like I hadn't been fucked and filled just moments ago.

Since then he has begged everyday to have me again, that he is craving me and needs to cum inside my tight wet pussy. I tease but haven't promised anything yet, though I will eventually say yes. I always do.

Maybe next time I'll ask him what his name is.