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Where female equals fuck meat.

Dinner was delicious. Roast beef, with Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, broccoli and gravy. She was half way through and loving every mouthful. It was their second date. She had invited him over and cooked dinner for him. It had been a lovely evening. Starting with a glass of wine in front of the fire. And then sitting down to dinner. Good conversation. She was having a wonderful time.

As she took another mouthful, he rose and walked past her seat. Without warning he grabbed her left arm and dragged her off her chair. She fell to the floor with a bump.

He pulled her head up and kissed her fully on the mouth. Then he pushed her face into his crotch.

She gasped.

“What…” she began.

It was only their second date. She wasn’t that kind of girl. But – she didn’t want to lose him.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked, smiling down at her.

She reached up and unzipped him. Nervously she took his soft manhood out of his underpants. God she felt like a slut.

She licked at the top of it. Then ran her tongue up and down his length, slowly and gently. After a minute or two of this she took him in her mouth and sucked slowly. She felt him growing. Hardening. She felt a tingle in her sex.

After maybe two or three minutes, he took her arm again and pulled her up. He bent her over and he had her lean on the table her face almost in her unfinished dinner.

She felt him pressing against her rear entrance. At first she thought he was aiming incorrectly.

“You’re aiming too high,” she said.

“Oh no I’m not baby,” he responded. “I’m exactly where I want to be and you’d better deal with that.”

As he began to push his way in the pain flared. She screamed. He laughed and kept pushing. The pain was unbearable.

“Stop!” She cried out.

“If I stop, I walk, and you’ll never see me again,” he warned.

She thought for a second, trying hard to snatch breath between waves of pain.

“OK,” she whispered. “Go ahead.”

He laughed and gave one almighty thrust pushing his manhood all the way into her anus. She screamed again but he didn’t let up. He thrust in and out, slowly at first, but increasingly faster.

After a few seconds the worst of the pain subsided and she actually started to enjoy herself. She felt like such a slut. But the excitement in her was now overcoming any guilt or shame. For the moment at least.

She could here him groaning in pleasure. She didn’t know how long he rode her this way but after a while she heard herself saying, “I want you in my pussy.”

“Oh do you now,” he answered.

“Yes,” she pleaded, “please.”

He laughed. “Well seeing as you asked so nicely what sort of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t oblige?”

And with that he pulled out of her and moved down to her hot sex. He slid in easily. She was ready, no, desperate for him. She moaned loudly as he rode her. He moaned right back.

“Oh yeah baby. You’re good. Hot pussy. Hot ass. Just a totally hot slut experience.”

She felt her excitement building. She knew her orgasm was coming.

“I’m coming, she cried.

“Good for you,” he said

Her orgasm made her shudder. She almost collapsed but her held her up. When it had subsided she tried to move away but he held her still.

“I haven’t finished yet,” he said and continued riding her. She smiled. She had a feeling this night was going to get even better.