In the cold of the night you sit in a dark alley late at night, hugging yourself and warming yourself with your breath. Suddenly you hear the sound of high heels walking incoherently towards you A tall woman appear, her short hair is messy and she has piercing blue eyes looking at you "Hmm? What the fuck are you doing here at this time, brat?" She ends with a drunken hiccup as she has trouble standing as she almost falls to the ground from being so drunk, She still has a bottle of whiskey in her hand and it looks like there is vomit on her dress "Hey brat, I find you really cute... do you want help with something?" She says looking at you, somehow you find comfort and warmth in the words of this late night drinker "My name is Anna anyway... Anna says very groggily and ends with a hiccup

You look at her questioningly not understanding why she would care about you... And then you remember how she called you cute and it's as if something sparked inside of you making your heart flutter. It is silent for a moment before she speaks again, this time in a more assertive tone. "Well then brat, I guess you're lucky that I found you when I did." Anna puts her arm around your shoulder and begins to guide you through the dark alleyway towards what seems like her house or an apartment, it is quite late at night after all. The cold wind still bites at your skin but having someone with you makes it more bearable. After walking for about ten minutes, she finally stops in front of a small rundown building and fumbles through her purse to pull out a key before unlocking the door. Once inside, Anna practically pushes you into a warm bed filled with pillows and blankets. "Here," She says gruffly as if annoyed that she's even bothering, "I'll let you stay here for tonight. Just don't make too much noise and try to keep the place clean." She practically tosses a set of dirty clothes at your feet before heading to what must be her room, muttering something about needing to sleep off this damn hangover.

After what seems like hours, you finally hear the familiar sound of heavy footsteps approaching your direction. It's her alright, drunker than a skunk and even more grumpy. "What do you think you're doing brat?" She growls as she stands in front of you with her hands on her hips, glaring down at you angrily through narrowed eyes. You tell her about what you've been doing and how clean the place looks now. She glances around briefly before taking a step closer and studying your face more closely. There's a strange mixture of emotions flitting across her features; anger, surprise... and something else entirely that you can't quite put your finger on. Finally she sighs, seemingly giving up on being angry with you for the moment. "Well done," She mutters begrudgingly before turning around and retreating to what must be her room again. The next few days pass in a blur of chores and idle conversation between the two of you as Anna continues to tolerate your presence in her small but cozy apartment. You begin to suspect that she may have taken a liking to you, based on the way she always seems to find excuses to be close to you or touch you whenever possible. It's strange and yet comforting at the same time...

You cook something simple, a one-pot meal that you know how to make well enough. The smell of it fills the small apartment and soon enough, you hear footsteps approaching from the direction of her bedroom. She steps out, dressed in nothing but a silk robe that's slightly open at the front, revealing part of her cleavage. Her hair is messy and her eyes are still red from lack of sleep. "Ah, dinner's ready." She mutters as she sits down across from you at the small dining table. The wooden chair creaks under her weight as she leans forward, inhaling the aroma deeply before taking a bite of your cooking. "Not bad," She mumbles through a mouthful of food, surprising you with her compliment. You blush slightly at her praise and continue eating yourself, enjoying the warmth that comes from both the food and her presence. After dinner, she helps you clean up before disappearing into her room again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

While Anna was out cold drunk and passed the night, she didn't notice you had been masturbating to thoughts of her. When she finally wakes up, the alcohol wearing off slowly as the daylight seeps through the blinds, she finds herself in a foul mood. Groaning in frustration, she rolls out of bed and stumbles over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. It's then that she notices you on the couch, your cheeks flushed and one hand moving furtively beneath the blanket. Her eyebrows knit together in confusion as she watches you for a moment before realization dawns. A cruel smirk spreads across her lips and she decides to tease you about it.

"And what do we have here, brat?" She asks innocently as she saunters over, setting her coffee down on the nearby table with a clatter. "Thinking of me while I was sleeping, were you?" Her voice is smooth and seductive as she leans in closer, invading your personal space with her presence. You can't help but tremble beneath her gaze.

Shaking her head, she reaches out to brush a stray hair away from your face, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "It's okay, sweetheart," she murmurs softly, her voice laced with mock sincerity. "I forgive you." She leans in even closer now, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your cheek. "But since we're being so honest here..." Her hand slips beneath the blanket, questing for the source of your arousal. You gasp at her touch and arch into it instinctively, your hips bucking upward as she begins to stroke you through your pajamas. She chuckles darkly, amused by your eagerness. "Just remember that I'm the one who gets to enjoy the full benefit of this," she warns before pulling down your pajama bottoms and exposing your naked backside to her greedy gaze. With steady, expert hands, she guides you closer until the head of your cock presses against her palm. "Now..." She begins, lowering her voice even further as she starts to stroke you faster and harder, "Let's see if I can make you cum all over my hand." Her other hand slides up underneath your shirt, finding one of your breasts and fondling it roughly through your bra.

Ah, there it is... You taste sweet and desperate on my lips, just the way I like it. As you moan against me, your hips buck even harder, seeking release from her touch. She growls in approval, wrapping a hand around your cock as she begins to stroke you faster still. Your moans fill the air, intermingling with the sound of her raspy breath as she lets herself be consumed by the feel of your body beneath her hands.

"That's it," she croons, running her thumb over the head of your cock. "Let go for me... Let Mama Anna help you..." Her other hand tugs roughly at your bra, freeing your breast and cupping it in her palm as she rolls the tightly-wound nipple between her fingers. "Cum all over my hand, baby... Cum hard for me."

And just like that, as if her words were a spell cast over you, you explode in her grasp. Shuddering convulsions wrack your body as your hot seed shoots across the room and paints her pale hand with your release. She laughs darkly, pleased with herself, even as she continues to stroke and pinch at your sensitive flesh until you've finally subsided into quivering exhaustion in her capable hands. "There now," she says softly, running a finger through the mess on her palm before bringing it up to her lips to taste you. "All better."

With a final squeeze and a rough pat on your backside, she releases you, then stands, leaving you there sprawled on the couch in a dazed post-orgasmic haze while she disappears once again into her room, presumably to collapse back into bed. The sound of her snoring is muffled but unm

You prepare the eggs as she tosses back the last dregs of her coffee, grumbling about how tired she is again. The scent of breakfast wafting through the apartment manages to rouse her slightly though, and she makes her way over to the kitchen table with an air of reluctance. "Well if it isn't little Mother Teresa," She says sarcastically, glaring at you from half-lidded eyes before taking a bite of the food. "Not bad... I guess we can add that to your ever-growing list of skills." She grunts, taking another mouthful as she leans back in her chair. The movement causes her robe to slide off one shoulder, exposing her collarbone and a hint of the tanned skin beneath. You swallow hard, feeling a blush rise up your neck at the sight. "So," She says between bites, "what do you want to do today?" Her voice is lazy and draws out each word slowly as she looks at you expectantly.

You expected that she might respond roughly, perhaps even pushing you away or laughing in your face. But instead, she meets your kiss with surprising gentleness and openness. Her hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer as her lips part to allow your tongue to dance with hers. The taste of coffee and eggs linger on the surface of her mouth, making for an oddly erotic combination that sends a jolt straight to your groin. After several moments of deep kissing, she breaks away, panting slightly. "Well... I guess we can add that to my list of skills too," She whispers, running a hand through your hair before cupping your cheek. Her eyes darken as she studies your face for a moment more, clearly lost in thought about what this all means. "But you're still going to have to earn it." And then, with a wicked grin spreading across her lips, she leans in again, brushing her lips against yours before trailing kisses down your jaw and neck. Her hands snake lower as well, fumbling with the waistband of your pajama bottoms until they finally come free, leaving you bare and exposed beneath her hungry gaze.

Your touch ignites a fire in her belly, and she growls appreciatively as your hands roam over her body. With eager anticipation, she sits up straighter, revealing more of her breasts before leaning forward to capture one nipple between her teeth, sucking gently as she kneads the other with rough affection. Her free hand trails down your stomach and between your legs, wrapping around your throbbing cock. As she pumps you in time with her strokes, her gaze never leaves your face; hungry, lustful, possessive. It's a look that sends shivers down your spine and makes every nerve ending come alive with desire. You feel yourself close to the edge, but just as it feels like you can't hold back any longer, she pulls away suddenly, breathing hard against your neck. "Not yet," She whispers huskily before standing and guiding you up onto the table, positioning your hips at the edge so that your cock is hovering just above her face. "I want to taste you... But I'm going to make it hurt good." With a wicked grin, she takes you into her mouth, sucking and licking hungrily as her hands continue to stroke you relentlessly. It feels almost too good to bear, the sensation of her hot wet mouth engulfing you, her tongue dancing across your sensitive flesh.

With every word, your pleas feed her need to dominate and control. Her fingers dig into your hips as she bobs her head, sucking harder and faster, relishing the sounds of your moans echoing through the room. She can feel you growing close again, tensing against her touch, and instead of pulling away like she did before, she tightens her grip on your hips and refuses to let up until your entire body is shuddering beneath her assault. Finally, with a throaty groan, you arch your back and release yourself into her mouth, hot spurts of seed flying across the surface of her tongue as she continues to work you relentlessly. Only when you've emptied yourself do her hands finally relax their grip, and she releases your cock with a wet pop. Panting heavily, she sits back on her heels and takes in the sight of you, pale and sweaty from exertion but still undeniably beautiful despite the mess between your legs. Her eyes travel up your body to meet yours, dark and hungry with desire as she asks hoarsely: "Like that? Is that what you wanted?"

It's a question laced with challenge; an invitation for you to beg for more or tell her no, to push back against the boundaries she's so expertly setting up around you. But as much as part of you wants to defy her and regain control, another voice whispers that it feels too good to give up this powerless submission...

Your boldness surprises her, and she growls low in her throat as you touch her so intimately through her silk robe. Her eyes widen further at the feel of your fingers sliding over her wetness, making it even more slick against your skin. It's been so long since anyone has touched her like this; the sense of power and control that floods back into her veins is exhilarating.

She lets out a shuddering breath as you continue to stroke her through the fabric, drawing circles around her aching clit before sliding two fingers deeper inside of her. Her hips arch off the table, seeking more contact with your touch even as she presses herself harder against your hand. "Fuck," She whispers, voice ragged and raw from desire. "That's it... just like that..."

Her free hand fumbles with the knot of her robe before finally managing to undo it, revealing more of her breasts to your view as she bares herself further. Her nipples are hard and sensitive under your gaze, begging for you to pay them attention. With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she leans forward, sucking one hard nub into her mouth before using her tongue to tease the other until it's aching just as much as the rest of her.

Meanwhile, your fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside of her, finding a pace that matches the staccato beat of her heart. Her hips move wildly against your hand now, pushing herself deeper onto your touch with every thrust. She moans and gasps, lost in the feel of you inside of her and the sight of you pleasuring yourself on the table before her.

"Mm," She purrs around your nipple, "so greedy

Your lips close around one of her nipples, sucking strongly as you grind your hard cock against her wetness. She arches her back even further, moaning loudly into the room as the combined sensations of pleasure overwhelm her. Her free hand slides between your legs again, this time slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms to grasp your aching cock and guide it toward her needy opening. "More," she groans, "I want more..." Each word is punctuated by another thrust of your hips or bob of her head as she takes you deeper into her mouth. Her fingers move faster on your cock, urging you closer to the edge. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as her body meets yours in a frenzy of lust and need.

Her other hand comes up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back hard enough that she can look deep into your eyes while you suckle at her nipple. The intense connection between them seems to fuel the passion even more, driving them both closer to the breaking point with each passing second.

She lets out a broken moan as her orgasm washes over her, tightening every muscle in her body and leaving her panting for breath. Her fingers clench around you, milk you of your own release, and finally relax their grip as she comes down from the high. She collapses forward onto her hands, still straddling you but now too spent to continue.

"That," she rasps hoarsely, "was definitely worth getting drunk over." With a satisfied smile curving her lips, she leans in and presses a soft kiss against your forehead before pulling away, leaving you panting beneath her gaze. "We'll see

She groans in approval as you push inside of her, the feel of your cock filling her up once again eliciting a shuddering moan from deep within. Her hands move to grip your hips as you begin to thrust, matching your rhythm with hers as she rocks her hips back and forth in time with your movements.

"Yes," she pants, arching her back off the table, "that's it... Give it to me..." Her voice is rough and needy, her body trembling with the effort of holding back another orgasm. Each thrust pushes you deeper inside of her, making her muscles clench around your cock in perfect rhythm as you both draw closer to the edge together.

Her nails dig into your flesh, urging you on even further, while her free hand finds purchase against the wall behind her, using it for leverage as she meets your thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of their skin slapping together echoes through the room, a percussive accompaniment to their passionate lovemaking.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself start to lose control once more; her hips buck wildly against you, desperate for release from this overwhelming pleasure. With a hoarse cry, she comes apart beneath you, her body convulsing around your cock as wave after wave of euphoria wash through her. Her inner muscles clench tightly and then slacken momentarily before tightening again even harder, milking every last drop of pleasure from your spent body.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the aftershocks finally begin to subside; she collapses forward onto you, still panting for breath but exhilarated and satisfied by their recent encounter. Her lips find yours again, pressing firm

Her lips part beneath the pressure of your kiss, allowing you deeper access to her mouth as she tangles her tongue with yours, tasting the mix of their sweat and saliva. Her hands move upward to rest against your shoulders, holding you close as you continue to thrust roughly inside of her. She feels your cum pulsing deep within her, filling every inch of her aching channel until finally you grow still, spent atop her.

Her breath is ragged and uneven as she gasps for air between kisses, each exhalation sending shudders through her body from the aftershocks of your orgasm deep inside of her. Your weight on top of her feels heavy and satisfying in equal measure; a testament to the strength of their connection and the power play that's been at work throughout their encounter.

As you both begin to catch your breath, she lets out a soft moan, half-whispered against your lips: "That was... magnificent." Her voice is low and sultry; almost wistful as she takes in the sight of your flushed features pressed against her neck. With one final caress of your cheek, she reluctantly pushes you away, guiding your spent cock out of her aching body and onto your stomach with a wet smack.

Panting heavily, she climbs off the table, untying her robe as she walks backward toward her room. "I think it's time for some sleep," She murmurs, not quite meeting your eyes as she turns and disappears into her bedroom once more. The sound of the door clicking shut behind her carries a quiet finality to it; leaving you wondering if this was just an intense one-time encounter or the start of something more.