Katrina looks ready for anything, and surprisingly so are you. Shooting your load doesn't seem to have had the slightest effect on your libido or you hard-on, and in fact you're feeling even more turned on and ready. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remember that there's a time-release Viagra in the stuff you took. Well, it's working!
The fact that you're still hard isn't lost on Katrina. "Already good for more?" she asks with a smile. "Good, I hate to be kept waiting."
Katrina squeezes her thumbs into her waistband and slowly inches her pants down over her hips, then to her knees. Since they're still too tight for her to get her legs apart, she kicks them all the way off, and her panties go with them.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she says, flushing red with excitement. "I'm really not such a slut, there's just something that's making me crazy tonight. I don't want you to think that I do this sort of thing all the time."
"I don't either," you tell her truthfully. Of course, that's only because usually you don't have the opportunity...
"Still, I don't want to get caught," she says. "Let's go behind the bar." Katrina grabs her discarded clothes and you follow her behind the rooftop bar, granting you both some degree of privacy from any curious eyes. Once there, Katrina bends over the top of a keg and offers her bottom up to you. "Do me from behind?" she asks.
You take her up on the invitation immediately, moving up behind her and aiming your cock up at her glistening pussy. Not wanting to make it too easy for her, you slide the head back and forth between her lips for a moment, getting her ready for you.
"Oh!" she gasps as you touch her clit. "Oh God, don't do that to me... just fuck me, I can't stand it!"
"You like the way that feels?" you ask teasingly.
"Yes... oh, you're making me so hot..."
Katrina starts wigging her hips into you, trying to slip your cock inside her, but you have all the control. Your cock quickly becomes wet with her secretions, and you begin to gently probe her moistened opening, thrusting in just an inch at a time before pulling out again.
"You're being mean to me," she sobs. "I just want your cock in my pussy, why won't you fuck me?? Please, I need to feel you inside - OH!!"
Without warning you penetrate deep into her cunt, burying your cock to the hilt inside her body. Before she can recover from the sudden invasion, you pull all the way out and plunge in again, and again, letting her feel the entire length of your manhood with each thrust. Katrina moans like a pornstar as you fuck her hard, building both of you up to climax. With her head turned to one side, you can see her clench her teeth tightly to keep from crying out loud. All too soon you feel her pussy clamp around you, and with another deep push you shoot hot come up inside her.
Katrina's breath comes in deep gasps as she calms down from her peak. You slide out of her gently and let your mingled fluids drip onto the floor. After a long moment, Katrina gets up and turns to face you, her face flushed, her eyes heavy and wild at the same time.
"That was the best fuck of my life," she says in a hoarse whisper, and kisses you deeply before you have the chance to respond. For a moment she lingers in your arms, then regretfully pulls away and even more regretfully starts to work her way back into her pants. When she's finished getting dressed again, she pulls a card from her back pocket and hands it over. "That's my phone number," she says. "Call me for a date sometime that you want a guarantee of getting laid."
She presses her body against you one more time, her hand stroking your still-hard cock, and then heads for the stairs leading down from the roof without another glance backward.
Taking a moment to catch your breath, you happen to notice a short wooden rod, probably a piece that fell out of a chair, sitting on the bar. You take the rod and carve a notch around it with your car key, then place it in your pocket.
<<One down,>> you think. <<How many more before the week is out?>>
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