A little game

Amy held the edge of the counter as her ass got fucked so well she thought she was going to cry. Her breathing was quick as she twisted her toes together and arched her back into his aggressive thrusts. She saw herself in the bathroom mirror, cheeks flushed, hair flying as the slapping sound of their rough sex filled the small space. It was too good; she felt her orgasm building. James knew she was close and that the intensity was rising. He lifted her off the ground and fucked her wildly. She moaned as her thin, clear cum hit the mirror. James let her weight fall, sliding all nine inches deep into her and filling her with his seed. Amy reached back and kissed him as a silent thank you as he held her, his cock pulsing inside until he was empty.

It was Valentine's Day again, and Amy HATED this holiday. But luckily, her perpetually single roommate, Sandy, and she had a fun tradition. They would dress up in the tightest little dresses they owned and stare at married men in a nice restaurant to watch them sweat. Sandy almost broke up two marriages last year. It was fun, and they loved to sip their little cocktails, letting their lips rest just a little too long on the edge of their glasses, making ridiculously direct eye contact with men who probably hadn't received a blowjob in over a decade. Amy finished her eye makeup and scampered out to join Sandy at the Uber.
"There's no way you'll get more numbers than me this year," Sandy said as she fumbled in her purse. "I've got a secret weapon."

Amy raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not wearing any underwear," said Sandy. The Uber driver coughed.
"You're so gross."
"Amy, last Valentine's Day, you put your thong in a man's lap, remember? So don't judge."
Amy saw the driver eyeing them from the mirror and decided to shut up, but Sandy only winked at him. Soon they arrived, hopped out of the car, and smoothed their dresses. Their heels clicked on the concrete as they entered the restaurant and were quickly seated at the bar. Amy loved her black dress, but it was so sheer she had to wear a g-string to keep it smooth on her body. If you looked at her walk, you could see it through the thin material, which was, of course, all on purpose.

The two girls saw two men seated at the bar opposite them; one had dark hair and had his sleeves rolled up. You could tell he worked on his body, or definitely did something with his hands, because his chest was massive. His eyes were light blue, and he was laughing with his friend. Amy realized she hadn't been in a relationship for almost nine months, and he looked delicious. She blushed as he raked his fingers through his hair. Sandy saw a couple enter, and the man gaped at her as soon as she locked eyes with him. "Looks like I've got one. I'll be back," she said as she jumped up from her chair. "SANDY, don't go!" Amy said as she grabbed at her arm, but she was already gone.

The commotion caught the attention of the two men. One slapped the other's shoulder and pointed. Amy turned bright red, and the man with the dark hair stood up. Amy stirred her drink with the little umbrella as the man sat beside her. His pants were a little tight, and his bulge was almost halfway down his thigh. Jesus Christ, she thought to herself.
"Hey, did your friend abandon you?"
Amy twisted in the little barstool. He caught her eyes looking at his pants.
"My name is James."
"I'm Amy, nice to meet you, James." She held out her hand in a joking way to shake his, but he took it gently and kissed it. Her arm was immediately covered in goosebumps.
"Amy, I need to let you know that my friend and I actually only come here on Valentine's Day to try to flirt with the married women secretly. It's a little game we play."
"Oh? How interesting." Amy was ready to die. This man was intensely attractive, and she was sure she was going to sweat through her dress.
"Amy, I wonder how you sound when you're excited," he said, as he brushed the hair off her shoulder. Amy felt her heart race.
"James… I just need to check my makeup…" she said, and she hopped off the barstool, his eyes glued to her as she walked away.

"Oh my god, I am going to kill Sandy," Amy said as she pressed the wet paper towels to her neck. She lifted her arms. Thank god it was cold in the restaurant, no sweat stains yet. She touched up her bangs and stepped out. She bumped right into James, who was standing just outside. She looked up into his face as he held her lower back to prevent her from falling. The world blanked out, and he lifted her chin and kissed her. Amy melted into his arms. She needed this man urgently.
"Amy, let's play a little game."
"A game?" She said, and he led her by the hand back into the restroom.
James locked the door.

He unbuttoned his shirt as Amy kissed him over and over. She clawed with her manicured nails at his clothes until he was shirtless, and unclasped his belt. His heavy jeans fell to the floor, and the bulge in his underwear was huge. He turned Amy around, and he lifted her dress to reveal her body.
"Wait!!" Amy said as his hands slid down her abdomen. She hadn't had a chance to tell him she was transgender.
"Amy, your little erection was showing from the moment I looked at you."
His big hands gently bent her over the counter, and Amy had a full view of her blushing face. He pulled her g-string aside and slid a licked finger into her. Amy moaned as she squeezed him with her asshole. "Time for the game, baby. Let's play guess how many inches are inside you."

James pulled out his cock and licked his hand. He lubricated himself and pressed the tip against her asshole. Amy was realizing how long it had been since she had sex and almost pushed back into him, but he caught her hips.
"Not yet, baby."
He pushed the tip of his cock into her ass, and she bit her lip, trying to stay quiet so the restaurant guests wouldn't hear how bad she wanted it. He pushed into her, and she felt her precum drip out as he fucked her slowly and shallowly.
"Oh fuck that feels good…" she said to herself.
"How many inches?"
"Three?"
"Good guess, let's keep going."
He fucked her with the first three inches, and she was almost about to beg for more until he pushed a little deeper. She moaned, and her hands grabbed at the counter as her face twisted in pleasure.
"Mmm fuck Amy, you're such a good girl."
"Oh my god, please don't stop."
He fucked her slow and steady. He spat on his shaft as it slid in and out of her ass.
"How many now, baby?"
"Oooh my god… fuck. Seven?"
"Good guess. I bet you love your ass filled with dick, don't you?" his big hand slapped her round ass hard as he fucked her.
Amy was lost in pleasure and moaned as he filled her ass. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other and pushed the rest of his thick cock into her.
"OH my god, daddy!!"
James fucked her deep and rough, pulling her ass, slap, slap, onto him as his erection pulsed. He pulled out so just the tip was in, and then plunged deep inside her as she whimpered.
"Fuck you're a tight little girl, Amy. I'll bet you want my cum in you, don't you? How much is in you now?"
Amy panted and moaned, her pretty little nails grabbing the counter to balance herself. "Oh my god, daddy, please cum in me. Your 8 inches aren't you?"
"Nine and a half, and only if you're a good girl and cum with me."
He fucked her wildly, their pleasure building, until Amy couldn't hold it back anymore. She moaned and shot her clear cum all over the mirror in front of her.
"Please, Daddy, fill me. Cum in me? Please…” Amy begged as he fucked her so well she was seeing stars.

James fucked her mercilessly and then pulled her down onto his cock as he released his semen. His cock leaped inside her, deep, filling her as they both panted. She sat up and reached back, kissing his cheek as he got softer.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said as she licked him.

The hand mark from the slap he did on her ass after she said that lasted for over a week.