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EROTIC SLAVES

8 SEXY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Scotty Diggler

TJ Holland

Jesse Flynn

Jordan Parker

 

Copyright 2017 by AE Publications

AE PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough sex, dirty talk, anal play and more. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! I repeat: 18 and over only!!!

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

FROM JT HOLLAND

FORCING THE ISSUE

TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY

FROM SCOTTY DIGGLER

A BLOW JOB AND BUTT SEX

ANY WAY SHE WANTS IT

FROM TJ HOLLAND

MY NAUGHTY ROOMMATE

LOOKING TO PARTY

FROM JESSE FLYNN

NEW YEAR’S EVE

FROM JORDAN PARKER

FILTHY LITTLE SLUT

 

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FORCING THE ISSUE

THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME FIVE

JT HOLLAND

 

I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment.

This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.

I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time?

I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place.

I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases.

Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results.

And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.

 

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I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need  someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon.

I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego.

After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over.

It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the group. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but muscular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.

“What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler.

“Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.”

I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?”

Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style.

“Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.”

“He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group.

This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me.

I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about.

“Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention.

He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink.

“Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

“How do you ask?”

“Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted.

What I wanted was to start exerting my dominance over him, but also to see if he had any backbone whatsoever. In short, I was trying to get a general feel for him. Because even though I’d already decided to fuck his brains out, I wanted to at least have an idea of what I had to work with.

“Ask me to take you back to my place,” I said. Our eyes were locked together, focused solely on one another. It was as if the rest of the group—the rest of the world, in fact—didn’t exist. And in a very real sense, at least for Nick, it didn’t.

“Please take me back to your place,” Nick said.

“I’d love to,” I said with a smile. I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to the boardwalk, just me and him, neither of us looking back.

 

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A couple minutes later we were standing in my living room. After chatting a bit on the way over he’d turned suddenly quiet once we’d entered my house, as if the situation had suddenly gotten a lot more real.

“You’re not sure about this, are you,” I said. I wasn’t offended, just amused. I was used to this sort of thing.

After all, the mass media had narrowed the definition of what a desirable woman was. These days, most men fantasized about a woman with a refined, if not quite shy, demeanor. Someone that was easy to dominate, both mentally and physically. Not a little fireball with a boisterous attitude, unafraid to speak her mind and force the issue. The vast majority of the time men just didn’t know how to react to me.

Nick shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just . . .”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I get it. You’re used to being the one in control, the one calling all the shots.”

I stepped closer to him. We were now less than a foot apart. He towered over me, but that didn’t matter. It rarely did.

“Lots of men are intimidated by me,” I said.

“It’s not that,” he replied.

“Then what’s the problem?” I asked, taking another step towards him. Our bodies were as close as possible without actually touching but he didn’t back away. So far so good. He might actually be worth a shit.

“There isn’t one,” Nick said, looking down at my tits. They were barely contained by my bikini top.

“Good,” I said, my hand running down his chest and settling on his cock, which was pressing forcefully against his shorts. “Then stop your moping let’s get down to business.”

I gave his cock a squeeze and flashed him a wicked little grin. He leaned in to kiss me and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. We made out, his hands making their way down to my chest to cop a feel for a few seconds before I broke off our kiss and took his hand and led him over to the couch.

Once we arrived, I turned Nick around and gave him a little push on the chest, sitting him down.

“Just sit back and relax,” I said.

I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor. Flicking my hair to one side, I unclipped my bikini top and let it fall to the ground, freeing up my tits. I grabbed one and started playing with it, rubbing it and pinching my nipple, getting it warmed up. Once it was hard I switched over to the other one, giving it the same treatment.

Nick was staring at me at intently, his mouth turned up in a little smile. Apparently he liked what he saw. No surprise there.

I placed my hands on the outside of my tits and squeezed them together. “Do you like these?” I asked.

Nick nodded.

“You want to suck on them, don’t you?”

He nodded again.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” I said, laughing under my breath.

I stepped forward and straddled him, one leg on each side of his body, and leaned forward so my tits were in his face. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, pressing his face into my chest.

I squeezed my tits together, smashing his head between them and pulling his face further against my flesh, smothering him. I held him there for a full 5 seconds before releasing him.

After giving Nick a moment to catch his breath, I did it again. This time I added to the sensation by sliding back and forth on his crotch, riding him. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me, pushing more forcefully against his shorts.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked after letting him go. “You like it when I smother you with my tits.”

He nodded yet again.

“Not very talkative, are you?” I said in a playful voice.

“Not really,” he said.

“That’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t bring you back here for your conversation.”

I grabbed the back of his head and again pulled his face against my chest. This time I held them there for a good 10 seconds before he tried to pull away. But I didn’t release him.

“I didn’t say you could come out,” I said, squeezing more aggressively. Leaning forward, I put my mouth next to his ear. “Just relax,” I whispered. “You’re a big boy. You can take it.”

He stopped struggling almost immediately.

“That’s better,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you up before you pass out.”

I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he struggled for air but still I held him tight. He wasn’t in any danger. 

When I finally let him free, his face was red from exertion but he was smiling and in his eyes were overflowing with excitement.

Seeing how much he enjoyed getting dominated by me turned me on too. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and explored around for a little bit while grinding on his cock. His hands came up to my tits and started to fondle them but I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side.

Staring directly at him, I said, “Not yet. If you want my tits you have to suck on them.”

“Then bring them up here,” Nick said.

So I did, leaning forward until my hard nipple brushed against his mouth. He took my breast between his lips and started to suck on it greedily, flicking the nipple with his tongue, lightly biting on it with his teeth.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

After a while I pulled my nipple out of his mouth and turned to offer him the other one.

Nick gave it the same treatment, going after it with verve. Once that nipple was feeling as stimulated as the other I grabbed ahold of his hair and yanked back on his head, popping my nipple from his mouth.

With my eyes locked firmly on his, I ran one of my hands down his chest towards his crotch and rubbed it over his cock. It was harder than ever. It felt like it was going to push a hole through his shorts. It seemed like it was pretty good sized. I was curious to see exactly how big it actually was.

“Pretty excited, are we?” I said.

“You could say that,” he said.

“Do you want me to help you take care of it?” I asked.

“Yes please,” he said.

Smiling, I slid my body down his until I was on the floor. With my head between his legs, I pulled his shorts off , freeing his cock from it’s cotton prison. Nick pulled off his own shirt, leaving him completely naked.

It was a very nice cock—right about 7 inches long, circumcised, and not too thick. It was sticking straight up, straining as though reaching for the ceiling.

“Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.”

I stuck out my tongue and gave it a lick, starting at the bottom of his shaft near his balls and working my way up towards the tip, moving slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Once I reached the top, I went back down and followed the same path again, taking it even slower this time.

I could feel Nick shuddering beneath me, desperate for more interaction, but I was having too much fun messing with him to give it to him quite yet.

I grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped my hand around it. Still staring up at him, I worked my tongue around the tip for a little bit before finally taking the head in my mouth.

Nick let out a low groan as I started to suck on the head while jerking him off, my mouth and hand working together. I gradually took him further and further down as my head bobbed faster and faster on his cock. I was starting to get into it now, excited more by the control I had over him than anything else.

I slowed things down for a minute, mixing it up and sucking on his balls for a little bit before returning to blow him proper. This time I worked him with only my mouth, taking him almost all the way down every time, my hair flying everywhere as my head bounced up and down.

Nick grabbed a handful of my hair and held it to the side, keeping it out of my way. For this I rewarded him, attacking his cock with more energy before taking it all the way down my throat, my bottom lip pressed against his ballsack and my nose touching his stomach.

I deepthroated him with ease, holding his cock for a good 8 seconds before finally pulling off.

“My god,” Nick said as I took a moment to catch my breath.

“I take it you liked that,” I asked, smiling the length of his body up at him.

“Hell yes,” he said. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Just wait,” I said. “There’s still more to come.”

I gathered up the excess saliva in my mouth and spit it on his cock and worked it all over with my hand. Then I sat a little bit higher up until my tits were at the same level as his cock.

Leaning in, I slid his cock between my tits then squeezed them together, wrapping them around his cock.

“Holy shit,” Nick moaned as I started to bounce.

Men just love getting titty-fucked. I’m not exactly sure why but it’s fine with me, I don’t mind it one bit. Especially because it’s me controlling all the action.

“You like that?” I asked him, bouncing on his cock, the tip of it popping out to touch the bottom of my chin at the end of every stroke. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my titties?”

Nick nodded.

I took a moment to spit on his cock again before squeezing my tits even tighter around it. Then I started bouncing again, more aggressively this time, my tits smacking forcefully against his inner thigh. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pretty close to cumming, so I released his cock and backed away.

“Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I stood up and turned around so my ass was facing him. Then I bent over at the waist, keeping my legs perfectly straight, and wiggled out of my bottoms, sliding them off slowly, revealing my tight, tiny little ass one inch at a time.

Once my entire ass was free, I stepped out of my bikini, leaving me completely naked, just like him.

With my ass still facing him, I dropped down to my hands and knees. Then I reached around with my right hand and started rubbing my pussy. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he had his cock in his hand and was jerking himself off. “Do you like my pussy?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Do you want to fuck it?” I asked.

He nodded again.

“And what are you waiting for?” I slapped my ass. “Come on over here and get it.”

Smiling, Nick climbed up off the couch and made his way over towards me. He dropped to his knees and scooted up towards me. I put my head down in preparation for his cock entering me but he surprised me by giving me his tongue instead.

“Oh my,” I said as he licked my pussy, starting at the bottom and making his way up. “That was unexpected,” I said aloud, even though I was talking to myself.

As usual he didn’t reply, instead choosing to use his mouth lick and suck and tongue my pussy, varying the speed and the pressure, eating me out like an expert. He had obviously done this before.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Eat that fucking pussy.”

I reached back and grabbed ahold of Nick’s head and pulled him closer in towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

He didn’t take offense, in fact he seemed to enjoy it, as he started going after me with even more intensity.

“Holy shit yes,” I said, my voice rising in pitch. “Oh my God that feels so fucking good.”

I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. He did so in a couple of deep gulping breaths, then dove right back in.

After he ate me out for what seemed like an hour, I said, “Enough,” and crawled away from him. Turning back to look at him, still on my hands and knees, I told him I needed his cock inside me.

Nick obliged, spreading my legs apart and moving forward until his body was between them. I gasped as he slid his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. It went in without resistance.

With his hands around my waist, he slammed his cock into me, not even bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy.

“Holy shit yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Nick put his hands on my shoulders and pulled back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when they met, allowing his cock to go deeper inside of me.

After a full two minutes of him hammering me, Nick slowed down, not pulling his cock out of my pussy, but not moving against me either.

“I don’t think so,” I said, turning back to look at him as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost cause him to fall backwards. “You don’t get to take any breaks unless I say so.”

I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying things, so I continued bouncing back against him, doing all the work.

Eventually he took control again, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with more force than before.

“That’s it,” she said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

My talking seemed to turn him on even more, as he started going after me with even more fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God,” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension he was putting on my body. There were very few things I enjoyed more than having my hair pulled while I was getting fucked. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later, my body tensed up and then released as my orgasm came flowing through. But Nick didn’t slow down one bit, still hammering away at me while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

I could tell he was trying to finish himself off, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done quite yet. So I leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of my pussy, then spun around before he had a chance to try and stick it back in again.

He was just sitting there on his knees, catching his breath. His cock was sticking straight out and glistening with my cum. Smiling, I grabbed ahold of his shaft and ran my tongue over it, staring him right in the eyes as I did so.

“I love the taste of my pussy juices,” I said. “Especially when I’m licking them off your cock.”

He shivered in pleasure as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking my cum off it, my hand holding the skin of his shaft tight while my head bounced back and forth, taking him balls deep with every pass.

I blew him until he was on the verge of cumming—chest heaving, breath fast, face was screwed up in a mask of effort—before suddenly pulling my mouth off his cock and climbing to my feet.

He groaned in disappointment and had a wounded look on his face.

“Not yet,” I said, flashing him an evil little grin. He’d had his fun, now it was time to reassert my dominance over him. “You’ll cum when I want you to. Not a moment sooner. Now down on the floor. Back to the carpet. Eyes to the ceiling.”

Despite his disappointment in not being able to cum yet, he did as he was told without hesitation. He was putty in the palm of my hand. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. After all, this was exactly what he’d signed up for, even if he hadn’t quite known the specifics at the time.

I grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it down to him. “Put this underneath your head,” I told him.

Once he’d done that, I walked forward, one leg on each side of his body, until my feet were alongside his head. Staring down at Nick, I rubbed my pussy, getting it nice and wet. “Has anyone ever sat on your face before?”

He shook his head.

“Well, lucky me,” I said. “I get to pop your cherry.”

I put my knees on the floor and straddled his face, dropping my dripping wet snatch right onto his mouth.

“Get in there,” I said, grinding my pussy on top of him. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing in there that’s going to hurt you.”

It took him a little while, but eventually he got comfortable and started going after my pussy with some vigor instead of just lying there. For the most part I took it easy on him, only giving him my full weight for a couple seconds at a time before lifting back up and giving him a chance to breathe. It was his first time, after all. I didn’t want to scar him for life. But I did want to make sure he still knew who was in charge.

I looked down and noticed that his eyes were closed. That just wouldn’t do.

“Open your eyes,” I told him. “Look at me while I’m sitting on your face.”

Nick did as he was told, just as he’d been doing all afternoon. But it still gave me a little extra shiver of pleasure. It never got old having a man jump to my demands.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now stick your tongue out and hold it there while I ride your face.”

I leaned forward and put my hands on the floor and started moving quickly forward and back, running his tongue up and down my pussy, forcing it deeper inside me with every pass.

Something about riding a man’s face with my pussy always got me off, and today was no exception. It wasn’t long before I was right on the edge of another orgasm; I just needed a little something extra to put me over the top. So I leaned back just a bit and slid one of my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit.

It only took a couple of seconds for me to get there.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I shivered and shook as the orgasm racked my body. I stopped bucking but stayed on top of Nick for another few seconds, letting my juices flow out of my pussy and onto his face, drenching him.

When I finally lifted my body off Nick’s face his eyes were overflowing with excitement and his mouth was turned up in a huge smile even as he gasped for breath.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said, looking down on him.

“I fucking love it,” he said between gulps of air.

“Are you ready to cum yet?”

He nodded desperately.

“Yeah, I thought you might be,” I said, laughing. “I guess I’ll oblige. You’ve earned it.”

I scooted down the length of his body until my head was poised over his cock. It was sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it had been all afternoon, if not harder. I could tell it wasn’t going to take much at all to put him over the edge.

Bending over at the waist, I grabbed his cock and slapped it against one of my tits a couple of times, then took it in my mouth.

Nick let out a deep moan and his body shuddered and twitched. I could tell he was holding on with everything he had, trying to milk every last second of pleasure possible before cumming, but he simply was too far along to hold out.

I pumped his cock a couple of times with my mouth to get it nice and wet, then pulled my head off and leaned back and starting jerking him off, moving my hand quickly up and down his cock. Staring directly at him, I continued working his shaft with my hand as his body tensed one final time before releasing, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and all over me.

It was a surprisingly large load, far bigger than most of the men I’d been with. Five full pumps of his cum splattered against my chest, coating my body, splashing up against the bottom of my chin, covering my tits. I continued milking his cock until every last drop was extracted before finally letting it go.

“Holy shit,” I said, laughing as I rubbed his sperm into my skin. “That was pretty impressive.”

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.

“Just for the record, you’re much better in the sack than any of those other guys you were hanging out with today,” I said, standing up.

“Really?” Nick said.

“Really,” I replied. And it was true. Not that it was all that tough of a feat. But still, it would give him something to brag about. “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower. I assume you can find your way back?”

“I should be able to manage it,” he said. He sounded a little deflated, like he was expecting more of a send-off. But he’d get over it. Besides, I had a reputation to uphold. “Will I ever see you again?” he asked.

“You never know,” I replied. “Why don’t you leave your number just in case.”

His eyes lit up and he offered me a little smile. I actually felt kind of bad, stringing him along like that, but even I had a soft side. I just didn’t let it out often. And never when there was more than one witness.

“Okay,” Nick said. “I’ll do that.”

I blew him a kiss and then walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited until I heard the front door close, and then I climbed in, letting the scolding hot water wash over me.

I was already thinking about who I was going to call later that night.

 

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TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY

CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME THREE

JT HOLLAND

 

By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you. Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.

 

I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that. 

Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie.

Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

“Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

“Another one,” Brownie says.

Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

“Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles,  slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

“Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

“Now taste yourself,” Brownie says.

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.

Brownie leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good.

And it gets even better as Brownie takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out.

Brownie gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock.   

“You taste so fucking good,” Brownie says as she goes back to work on my cock.

On the bed, Blondie now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Blondie. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Brownie says.  

Blondie does as she’s ordered.

“Now crawl,” Brownie says.

Blondie begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Brownie sees me watching Blondie.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brownie asks.

“Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

Brownie laughs and continues to jerk me off as Blondie arrives.

Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Blondie and Brownie start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Blondie is moving down Brownie’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Brownie grabs Blondie’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock.

Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

“Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls.

I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up.

“Sit on his cock,” Brownie says.

Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.   

Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch.  “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

“My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

“Grab my tits,” she says.

I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.

“Squeeze them,” she says.

Again I obey.

“Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.”

I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch. 

Blondie is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.

Brownie leads me to Blondie like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Blondie, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Blondie has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.

Brownie drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Blondie’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Brownie moves aside, leaving the way open for me.

I slide my cock into Blondie’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.

With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Brownie has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.

“Harder,” Brownie whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.

“Spread her ass,” Brownie says. “I want to see her gape.”

I do as instructed, spreading Blondie’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.

Blondie is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.

“That’s right,” Brownie says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”

I do as I’m told.

Blondie yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.

“That’s right,” Brownie says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”

Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Blondie’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Brownie continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.

“Fuck her harder,” Brownie says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.

“Harder.”

Thrust.

“Harder!”

Thrust.

“Harder!!”

And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on her,” Brownie says. “All over her back.”

And with Brownie egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Blondie’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.

And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Brownie comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Blondie’s back. I shake my head and watch as Brownie collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Blondie on her back and climbs until her face is above Blondie’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Blondie’s waiting mouth. Then Brownie they switch positions and Blondie returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Brownie’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Blondie’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.

Brownie and Blondie giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.

No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

 

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A BLOW JOB AND BUTT SEX

THE ADVENTURES OF A SLUT MAGNET: VOLUME ONE

SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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 relationship material.

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 suitors. 

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 patrons.

“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 time.”

“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?”


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