A FILTHY SURPRISE: VOLUME FOUR
5 MORE DIRTY TALES
Copyright 2017 JT
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BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR
THE ASS ONLY
BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR LOVES ANAL SEX
BY JT HOLLAND
THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME ONE
Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around
the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a
knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle
down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and
Standing there is a girl. She’s tall
and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short
white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect
legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A
girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes,
little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup.
But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.
“You must be Jasmine,” he says, not
sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done
anything like this before.
“That’s right,” she says with a
smile. “You mind if I come in?”
“Please do,” he says, holding the
door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting
in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight
enough to bounce quarters off of.
Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and
turns to face him.
Eric’s again struck by how innocent she
looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to
what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly
recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort
of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of
a porn starlet.
And supposedly she’s as nasty as can
be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an
extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him
over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression
without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went
to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.
“What’s on tap for this evening?”
Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.
The monetary situation has already been
dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.
“Whatever you can handle,” Eric
“I can handle anything you can dish
out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration
“Is that right?”
“Damn straight,” she says, flashing
him a little smile.
“Well, let’s just see,” he says,
grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending
her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.
Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in
pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on
being treated like this; it’s not an act.
“You like that?” Eric asks.
“I love it,” Jasmine replies.
He pulls her tight little dress down,
exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and
sticking out like pencil erasers.
He fondles one of her tits and pinches
her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.
Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.
“Do it again,” she says.
He does it again, harder this time.
“Harder,” she says.
So he does, harder still. And again. And
Her tit is bright red but she still seems
to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.
Eric’s cock is pushing painfully
against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.
He pulls up on her hair, snapping her
She’s taking deep breaths but she’s
still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing
He starts walking, pulling her along by
the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around,
and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front
of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat,
squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.
Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit.
If anything it gets larger.
With one hand still around her throat
Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.
Little red blossoms flare up on her
cheek. But she still smiles.
He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a
little harder. Slaps her again.
Her smile is fading but her eyes are
still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her
blood flow is restricted.
“Do you want me to stop?” he says.
Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the
Eric slaps her again. And again. And
again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood
flow to her brain.
Her lips are slightly apart and quivering
slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back,
exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the
He lets go of her throat.
The color runs back into her face and she
gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time
it’s filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she says.
“You’re one filthy little slut,
aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.
“The filthiest,” Jasmine says,
reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing
against his pants.
Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away.
“Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want
to fuck with you some more.”
“If you insist,” she says, her tone
filled with mock disappointment.
He slips her dress off by pulling it over
her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her
throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in
place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty
little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get
her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet
down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts
Eric stands there, facing Jasmine,
looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his
fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the
control he has over her.
She’s looking up at him with her wide
eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her
breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and
depth of his fingers inside her.
He slides another finger inside her while
simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the
gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her
he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his
wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he
Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and
little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is
slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.
“You like this, don’t you?” Eric
She nods as much as she can in her
“Do you want another finger?”
Without releasing her throat he slips his
pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight
fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.
A short time later Jasmine’s entire
body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps
to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass
He doesn’t want that. So he releases
her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for
her to catch her breath.
Jasmine leans into him to keep from
falling, her head on his chest.
He’s the only thing holding her up but
still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge.
Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of
Finally she catches her breath and pulls
back a bit, using the wall for support now.
Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants
and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight
out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through
“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.
Her hand flies down to his cock and
starts jerking him off.
He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit
and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.
They stand there, face-to-face, playing
with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something
He pulls his fingers from her pussy and
gives it a little smack.
Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a
moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go
of his cock.
Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so
she can clean them of her juices.
Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one,
until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time,
continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his
What a perfect submissive little slut.
Time to start putting her to better use.
He pushes down on her shoulders.
She kneels to the ground without any
He shifts his hands to her head and grabs
ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes
are gleaming as she looks up at him.
He sticks his cock inside her mouth and
starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more
than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s
about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.
Her lips close around his cock.
Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack
her cheek a few times.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?”
Jasmine shakes her head.
“That’s right,” he says. “I
didn’t. This time keep it open.”
He sticks his cock back inside her mouth
and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time.
Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she
keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.
“Tongue out,” he says.
Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can
see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is
pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating
her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek
but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying
herself and not in any real distress.
His cock is slippery as hell as he gives
her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in
and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall
with his hands.
The gagging and coughing sounds are
growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is
gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying
throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the
point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before
it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.
He slips his cock out of her mouth,
giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back
inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his
stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s
done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all
the way down her throat.
“Look at me,” he says.
She shifts her gaze upward as best she
can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained
“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his
breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right
there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look
nearly puts him over the edge.
Trying not to think about what that says
about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her
mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.
Jasmine coughs a couple of times then
catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still
smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
“Always,” she replies.
Eric still has a handful of her hair and
he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he
leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her
crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it
moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And
that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling
Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes
her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across
her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes
are pools of need.
Eric thinks he might be in love.
They arrive at the couch. Eric stops
moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then
he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking
her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.
What to do, what to do,
he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night
still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from.
Eventually he settles on a course of action.
He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins
her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom
cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head
hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.
Eric drops to his knees so his cock is
right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth.
He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the
blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has,
going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can
see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.
One of her hands fly down to her pussy
and she starts rubbing her clit.
He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes
them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls
slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and
dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.
But Jasmine takes it like a champ,
allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not
pulling away in the least.
Eric pumps her face a couple more times
and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his
cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain
to draw breath.
She gags once, then again, and she tries
to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her
throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him
away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper
into her throat.
“Five more seconds,” he says, trying
to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging
and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but
she’s no longer actively fighting him.
He counts the seconds down.
He pulls his cock from her mouth.
Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and
gasps for breath.
“Too much?” he asks.
“Never,” she replies, catching his
gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with
Laughing, he turns around and backs up
until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between
“Open your mouth,” Eric says.
He squats down, dropping his balls into
her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of
her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her
forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball
sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.
He presses down on his cock, rubs it all
over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.
Still she goes on sucking his balls.
He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and
pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the
edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the
ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.
He sits down on her chest so he can see
“Do you like the taste of ass?” he
“I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever
the submissive little slut.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric
He scoots forward and squats over her
face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a
little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of
pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking
and slurping and going to town down there.
“Goddammit,” he says under his
breath, shivering with delight.
Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks
with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her
tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out,
tongue-fucking his asshole.
He gets into the act, bouncing up and
down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He
realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got
nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.
He stands up, releasing the hold she has
on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.
Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells
her not to move.
Then he steps forward and again drops his
asshole onto her mouth.
“Tongue out,” he says.
He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and
proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth
against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to
taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her
tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure
from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to
her face when she moans.
One of her hands move up and around his
leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to
“Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the
work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his
cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and
the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for
He leans over and sticks three fingers
into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His
other hand is still fondling her tit.
She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure
and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with
This just gets him working her pussy and
tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even
It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with
only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to
mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a
while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too
So he turns up the heat even further,
slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and
slapping away at her tits.
Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled
by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his
cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes,
getting him closer and closer to orgasm.
He’s no more than a few seconds away
when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower
in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit
and pull his ass up off her face.
“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did
I do something wrong?”
“Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I
just need a little break.”
“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got
“You almost did, all right,” he says.
He stands over her for almost a full
minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
“Whenever you are,” she replies,
smiling as always.
Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins
her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards
him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect,
thin, tight, agile, body.
Her face is glowing with excitement.
Still gripping her ankles, Eric spreads
his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as
far as they can go.
Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut,
stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping,
“Fuck yourself,” he says.
One of her hands flies down to her pussy
and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging
Something about her finger-fucking her
pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Eric can
do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.
“Another one,” he says, still
standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing
himself to wait, building anticipation.
She slides a third finger in and slams
away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.
“Another,” he says.
Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath
is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her
throat. She’s staring right at him.
“Pull your fingers out of your
pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean.
One at a time.”
He watches as she cleans her fingers off.
He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his
cock in her. Now.
“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.
She extends her arms and grabs her
ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread
wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And
enticing as fuck.
“Hold your legs wide, just like that,”
Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”
He drops down to his knees and sidles up
to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and
then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout
this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy
is a running faucet.
He immediately starts slamming his cock
into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too
wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out
of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering
hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.
But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper,
holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the
Her pussy is snug but not tight,
providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not
enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of
cumming too soon.
Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s
breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts
as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.
Taking it on as a challenge to get her to
fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs
start to buckle.
“Hold them there,” he says. “I
didn’t say you could relax.”
She throws her legs back to where they
were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them
He goes back to work on her clit while
fucking her with even more intensity.
She’s practically screaming now, her
legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place
despite everything forcing them down.
Eric is almost willing to let her relax,
but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her
clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her
while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her
legs in place for long.
Her mettle surprises him though; even as
her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her
legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.
Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her
throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock
is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a
break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it
is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock
inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.
It’s a good thirty seconds later when
he’s finally ready to go again.
“Are you ready to get fucked some
more?” he asks.
“Beg for it,” Eric says.
“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice
taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick
that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I
can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me.
Shivering with excitement at the words
coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and
pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head,
folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.
He climbs to his feet and puts one knee
on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into
her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place
up near her head.
“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams
his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of
frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”
His balls are slapping up against her
backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.
“Pound me,” she says, staring right
at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic.
“Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”
Every word she utters just increases his
intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of
his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with
By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her
words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from
side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and
shaking and sweating and beautiful.
Eric releases one of her legs and shoves
his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks
She sucks on his fingers while her hands
play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave
He pulls his hand from her mouth and
wraps it around her throat.
“You like that?” he says. “You like
getting choked while I fuck you?”
She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.
Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than
it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has
opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can
fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a
point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all
his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with
an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into
Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her
sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the
same intensity as he’s been fucking her.
He lets go of her throat.
Jasmine gasps for breath and makes
animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are
wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.
They stare at each other while their
bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are
the only two things in the world.
And then, just like, Eric is ready to
He scrambles up towards her, his legs
outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his
cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then
pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and
open mouth with his sperm.
It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot
by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows
down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the
rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.
Laughing under his breath and shaking his
head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.
“You truly are a filthy little slut,
aren’t you?” he says.
“I told you before,” she says. “I’m
“You certainly are,” he says,
marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from
the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.
As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches
over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but
not exactly soft yet either.
She starts jerking him off but his cock
is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does
He’s done. Not only physically, but
mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had
towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because
he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s
amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind.
At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways
“That’s it,” Eric says, gently
grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve
got nothing left.”
Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs
and releases her hold on his cock.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything
else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few
minutes on the clock.”
“There’s a whole lot more things I
want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them
tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”
She laughs. “I could put on a show for
you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you
“I think you’ve done more than enough
for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”
“It was my pleasure,” she says.
“Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys
put me through.”
“Really? Like what?”
She waves her hand dismissively. “You
don’t want to know.”
“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider
it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth
for the next few minutes.”
Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s
“So tell me about what these other guys
do to you.”
“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy
bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can
think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”
“And you enjoy it all?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says.
“Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing
them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do
if it were up to me.”
“Is it ever up to you?”
“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty
of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty
detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of
the stuff I mentioned before.”
“People actually pay you to do those
“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.
Eric laughs and shakes his head in
disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re
not just a submissive, huh?”
“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No
request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do
whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I
can be prepared.”
“So if I called you up again and said I
wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with
“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of
course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let
you fuck me in the ass.”
“What about other women?”
“I do that too,” she says. “Like I
said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be
ready for, of course.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you
another call some time?”
“I’m already looking forward to it,”
she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And
on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a
“And you such a professional,” he
says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her
body, hiding it for good on this night.
“That’s what I pride myself on.”
Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.
He lifts himself off the couch and walks
over to the door and opens it for her.
“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking
“My pleasure,” he says.
She stops to give him a quick peck on the
cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks
out the door and disappears around the corner.
“Which is going to be sooner than it
should be,” he says under his breath.
Eric closes the door behind him and gets
back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling
this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling
that it will all be worth it.
He’s right on both counts.
BARELY LEGAL NEIGHBOR
Let me tell you about my barely legal
neighbor. Her name is Kelly and she’s nineteen years old. Although
not the hottest girl in the world, Kelly is extremely cute, with big
brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body.
Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right
around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined
muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.
But where she really shines is her
attitude. Upon first seeing her, Kelly appears like she’s going to
be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent
that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor.
Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something
that I adore in people, especially women.
And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that
she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating
our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of
mine, no matter how perverted.
Kelly is a true slut, in the best sense
of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than
me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making
me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at
We hooked up for the first time six
months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but
considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before
hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it
that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than
five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.
I was on my way back to my house after a
three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car
against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her
driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept
right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was
checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so,
“You like what you see?” she asked.
She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an
undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up
in a little smirk.
I stopped in front of her. We were about
five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might
as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up
anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She
was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing
but she wore them well.
“That depends,” I said. “Do you?”
She shrugged. “You’re the best
looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”
I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I
guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except
substitute girl for boy, of course.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she
said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”
“Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile
masking my disbelief.
“What? Did I stutter?” she said.
“No, I guess you didn’t.”
“Well then, what do you say? You like
what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might
as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”
I considered her offer, trying to figure
out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a
pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an
underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting
hit on. But not like this. Never like this.
“You’re serious?” I asked, just to
“Absolutely,” she replied.
I pretended to think about it for a
moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a
cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was
acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the
“Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”
“Great,” she said, turning and
heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”
So I did.
She unlocked the door and held it open
for me. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Kelly.”
“I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past
her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly
well furnished. I idly wondered if Kelly lived alone. Not that it
mattered too much at this point.
“Nice to meet you, Clay,” Kelly said,
closing the door behind us.
She took my hand and led me across the
living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked
beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.
We went through the first door on the
right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television, a couple
of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.
I closed the door behind us and when I
turned around, Kelly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down
my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.
“Okay, then,” I said, caught
off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going
to be like that.”
“Yes it is,” Kelly said right before
she took my cock in her mouth.
My cock was already chubby from
anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Kelly worked it inside her
mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand
times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t
Shortly after my cock was hard, Kelly
stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I
followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks
Once we were both naked, she spun me
around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove,
pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came
Before we had even stopped bouncing,
Kelly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me,
straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her
dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my
mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.
It wasn’t long before she began to pick
up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was
sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock
in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a
circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up,
keeping me from getting too comfortable.
I ran my hands up her washboard stomach
and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played
with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them
until they were hard.
Staring down at me, Kelly’s face was a
mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set
tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming
down onto my body with more and more force. Both of us were covered
in sweat and the room smelled like sex.
She leaned forward and put her hands on
my chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto my cock
even more aggressively.
“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock
feels so fucking good in my pussy.”
She hammered down on me a couple more
times then climbed off my cock and slid her body down the bed until
her head was poised directly between my legs.
Staring directly at me, she ran her
tongue up and down my cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her
eyes still locked on mine, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy.
Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”
I nodded, unsure of whether I could even
speak at that point.
Sensing my trepidation, Kelly laughed,
then took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me proper,
bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it
halfway down and holding it there.
A couple seconds later she pulled her
head off. Gripping my cock in her hand, she jerked me off, still
maintaining eye contact.
“Do you like how I suck your cock?”
“I fucking love it,” I said, finding
“It makes you want to come all over me,
doesn’t it?” she said.
“Yes it does,” I replied.
Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little
while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She
released her hold on my cock and turned around.
Climbing onto her hands and knees, she
stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she
was looking back at me as I sat there, staring at her.
“You like what you see?” she asked.
“Very much so,” I said.
“Well then, what are you waiting for?”
I didn’t have a good answer, so I
climbed to my knees and slid my body in behind hers. I grabbed ahold
of my cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.
It slid in easily, like dipping into it
pool of warm oil. It felt so good that I was afraid of giving her too
much of my cock for fear that I wouldn’t last very long inside her
if I did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back
into me, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually
picking up steam.
It wasn’t long before she was bouncing
her ass back against me hard enough that I was losing my balance. I
grabbed ahold of her hips and started moving forward as she moved
back, our bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to
counteract her gyrations but we quickly settled into a nice rhythm.
We continued on like this, our bodies
working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right
amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Her breath was growing more
rapid, as was mine, along with the rising pitch of the moans and
groans coming from our mouths.
I grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and
spread her ass apart and started slamming my cock into her more
aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, our bodies smacking up
against each other with a wet sound.
“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like
that. Just like that.”
Kelly shifted her body, lifting her chin
and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and
forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It
beckoned me, just lying there, begging to get pulled.
Kelly turned her head and looked back at
me, and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Between moaning
breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”
So I did, grabbing a handful of it and
giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched
even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back
This drove me crazy with lust, and I
started hammering my cock into her even more aggressively.
“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice
rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that.
Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking
And Kelly was as good as her word,
tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream
as her entire body shimmied and shook while I continued pounding away
Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled
herself off me. Before I had a chance to move, she’d spun around
and wrapped her lips around my cock .
Maintaining the same intensity from
earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while
I looked down at her. Kelly worked my cock like a champ, jerking me
off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and
pressure and depth, keeping me on my toes.
One of her hands slid down to my ballsack
and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow me. After a
particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took my cock three
quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while
she continued massaging my balls.
I let out a soft moan and quickly pulled
away before it was too late.
“What’s the matter?” she asked,
looking up at me with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t
want to cum all over me?”
“Of course I do,” I said. “Just not
quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”
She flashed me a mock disappointed look.
“Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.
“Oh I do,” I said. “I most
I climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold
of her legs and pulled her towards me. Giggling, Kelly scooted her
backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the
edge of the bed, I spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped
to my knees. I shot her a quick glance, then buried my face in her
shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.
I started working it with my tongue,
lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten
drinking milk. As Kelly made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, I stuck
my tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.
Based on the sounds coming from her mouth
she was enjoying it immensely. I was too, totally digging the control
I had over her while I was down there, not to mention the smell, the
taste, and the smoothness of her insides.
I glanced up at her face and saw her eyes
closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, I got my fingers into the
mix, sliding them into her pussy while I moved my tongue up and dug
it into her clit.
This set Kelly off again, her eyes
opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As
her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit!
Right there, right fucking there!”
A few seconds later she came again, her
body quivering while her pussy drenched my fingers and my mouth with
Feeling my own orgasm creeping ever
closer, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my tongue away
from her clit and climbed to my feet.
“You’re really fucking good at that,”
Kelly said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad I got
a chance to show you what I can do.”
“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now
stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come
all over me, understand?”
“If you insist,” I said, matching her
tone of mock disappointment from earlier.
Laughing, she threw her legs open,
grabbed ahold of my cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was
wetter than ever and it engulfed my cock immediately.
I tried to take things slow but she was
so wet that it was impossible. So I didn’t worry about trying to
make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow,
sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving
it to her balls deep every time.
Kelly threw her legs over my shoulders,
lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving me a better angle
to work with and allowing my cock deeper inside her.
Leaning forward, my palms on the bed,
elbows locked out, I pummeled her with everything I had, hammering
away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath me.
She wrapped her arms around the back of
my neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come
yet?” she asked.
“Almost,” I replied.
“Make sure you tell me when,” she
said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” I said.
I pumped my cock into her a few more
times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid my cock
out of her pussy.
Kelly climbed off the bed and dropped
down to her knees on the ground in front of me. She grabbed the base
of my cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the
skin of my shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of my
cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing my cum from me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said under my
breath as my body took the final steps towards orgasm.
Maintaining eye contact the entire time,
Kelly continued sucking my cock right up until the moment my sperm
was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her
mouth off my cock and jerk me off, sending white spurts of cum all
over her chest.
I spasmed four times before falling
Kelly’s tits were covered in my sperm.
It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at
me, she took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip
to extract every last bit of cum from me before rising to her feet
and falling back onto the bed.
I fell down next to her. Both our backs
were on the covers and our eyes were looking up at the ceiling.
“Well, that was fun,” she said,
adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”
“I’ve known you for all of thirty
minutes,” I said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on
each in that short of a time.”
“I guess not,” she said. “But next
time, we’ll have no excuses.”
“None at all,” I said, flashing her a
smile. “None. At. All.”
THE ASS ONLY
SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME TWO
I’ve always been lucky when it comes to
women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking
fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape
body of a natural athlete who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m
certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something
about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.
Every since I was a teenager they flocked
to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I
routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the
time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or
commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every
time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty
quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t
Which was fine by me. The way I see it,
relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly
content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then
move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of
Like Shawna, for example.
There I was, just minding my own business
in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee
to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a
platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line,
wearing a white and black lingerie-style top and a black skirt. She
had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she
obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.
Once glance and I turned away, not
wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but
I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations
with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.
“Quite a wait, huh?” she said,
talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the
vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”
“I know, but still, today seems longer
than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery
to look at.”
I gave her a slightly confused look.
“What?” she said. “You don’t
think you’re good-looking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure
where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a
complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never
really thought about it much.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing.
“Everyone thinks about what they look like.”
“True,” I said. “But I’m not
really concerned with it too much.”
“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise
you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I
could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that.
Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”
“I agree,” I said as the line moved
forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend
what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.
“Why thank you,” she said after
placing her order. “I’m Shawna, by the way.”
“I’m Mike,” I said. “And it’s
the least I can do,” I said.
“And what’s the most?” she asked,
flashing me a mischievous grin.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” she said,
her grin growing wider.
“I have no idea,” I said.
Before the conversation could go any
further, the barista called out our names.
“Care to sit down with me and talk some
more, Mister Mike?”
“I’d be delighted,” I said.
“It’s hard to find a good man these
days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at
the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the
“Most guys are trash,” I said, still
not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I
didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “Of
course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I generally don’t go about
picking up guys the traditional way.”
“How do you go about them?” I asked.
“Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go
up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”
I’m not going to lie, it took some
effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I
managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”
“Then I go on to the next one,” she
said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”
“Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that
what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It
“On you,” she said.
“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.
“Cocks. They have to be certain size or
I’m not really interested.”
“Is that right?”
“But how do you know how big it is
before you get their clothes off?”