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Alex Hunter

Copyright 2017 by Alex Hunter



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Mark Jackson 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 opens it.

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 Megan,” 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.

Megan drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

Mark’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?” Megan 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,” Mark replies.

“I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

“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.

Megan’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?” Mark asks.

“I love it,” Megan 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.

Megan 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 again.

Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

Mark’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 head forward.

She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

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.

Megan’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

With one hand still around her throat Mark 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.

Megan shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Mark 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 right.

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,” Megan says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Mark 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 finger-fucking her.

Mark stands there, facing Megan, 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 finger-fucks her.

Megan’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?” Mark says.

She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nods.

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 Megan’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 out.

He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Megan 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 pleasure.

Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

Mark 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 his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Megan.

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 more.

He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

Megan 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.

Mark sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

Megan 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 direction.

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 resistance whatsoever.

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.

Mark pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

Megan shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

She nods.

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.

Megan does as she’s told; Mark 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 puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Mark 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.

Megan 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.

Mark 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 step forward.

Megan 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.

Mark thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Mark stops moving, lets go of Megan’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 Megan 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.

Mark 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 Megan takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

Mark 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. Megan’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Mark 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.

Megan 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 excitement.

Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

“Open your mouth,” Mark says.

She does.

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 her face.

“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

“I love it,” Megan replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Mark says.

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.

Megan 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.

Megan 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.

She obliges.

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 the sensation.

“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 the moment.

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 her tongue.

This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.

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 much fun.

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.

Megan’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,” Mark says. “I just need a little break.”

“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”

“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.

Mark 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 Megan’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

Her face is glowing with excitement.

Still gripping her ankles, Mark spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.

Megan’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Fuck yourself,” he says.

One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.

Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Mark 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.

Megan 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,” Mark 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,” Mark says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

She nods.

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 Megan plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.

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.

Mark continues pounding away, Megan’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, Mark starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Megan’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 there.

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.

Mark 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, Mark releases his hold on her throat. He watches Megan 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.

Megan nods.

“Beg for it,” Mark 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. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Megan’s mouth, Mark 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 every thrust.

By now Megan’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.

Mark releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

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.

Megan’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. Mark 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 hers.

Megan’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Mark suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

He lets go of her throat.

Megan 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, Mark is ready to cum.

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. Megan 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, Mark 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 the filthiest.”

“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, Megan reaches over and grabs ahold of Mark’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.

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 than one.

“That’s it,” Mark says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

Smiling as if in victory, Megan 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 want.”

“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.”

Megan laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

“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 things to them?”

“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

Mark 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 that?”

“Not at all,” Megan 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 gentleman.”

“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.” Megan 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 towards him.

“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.

Mark closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Megan. 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.





It always makes me laugh when someone equates rough sex with hatred.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there are plenty of Neanderthals out there who are so emasculated that they can only feel like a man if they’re slamming a chick with everything they’ve got, pushing and shoving her around, slapping and smacking and choking her, regardless of whether or not that’s what she likes. For those pathetic assholes, it undoubtedly is about quenching their rage. Or at least feeding their ego.  But that’s not always the case. Some women actually like it like that.

Take my girlfriend, Taylor, for example. She loves it rough. All those things I mentioned above? She asks for them. Begs for them. Lives for them. So I do my best to give them to her. But it’s not about hatred. Not at all. It’s about love. I want to give her what she wants, what gets her off. Because I love her. And I want her to be happy.

It took me quite a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Catholic household, where sex was demonized. It was evil and dirty; a sin. I was scared to death of it. Not to mention embarrassed to even think about it.

Even after I realized just how insane that kind of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, especially rough sex, or anything out of the ordinary, still bothered me on a deeper level. It simply wasn’t in me to do them.

And then Taylor came along. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards giving her what she needed in bed.  It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do the kinds of things she wanted to do. It embarrassed me—even though I’d often fantasized about having rough, dirty sex, I wasn’t comfortable at all actually following through with it in real life. But she just kept pushing to do more nasty things, and I was smart enough to let her.

It didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to have crazy, dirty, nasty, rough sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I began fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

And don’t think for a moment that I’m the only one dishing it out. When it comes to the rough stuff, Taylor gives just as much as she gets. The slapping, spanking, ordering around and verbal lashing goes both ways; if anything, she’s in control more often than I am.

 There’s definitely some dominatrix in her, which is fine by me. I’m actually more comfortable getting told what to do than doing the telling. I’ve gotten better at being in charge since we’ve been together, but there’s still something I love about being bossed around, especially during sex. And especially when it doesn’t carry over out of the bedroom.

Despite (or perhaps because of) all the role-playing that goes on in our sex life, we get along magnificently in our real life too. Both of us understand that most shit that couples argue about is completely meaningless and pointless, no more than an ego trip. As long as you think of yourself as a team, up against the world, and drop your egos at the door, there’s nothing to fight about. I know, it’s easier said than done, but believe me, it’s not that hard to do.

Maybe it’s just because both of us were in such shitty relationships that we understand each other better than most people do. Or maybe we’re just not lame like everyone else. I’m not sure exactly what the reasons are and to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck. All I know is I get along with Taylor better than I’ve ever gotten along with anyone in my life. I trust her, implicitly, which is why I’ve been wiling to allow her to take me on this journey of sexuality. And why I’ll continue to got with her no matter where it takes us.

Sure, I’ve been hesitant before when we’ve tried something new and I’m sure I’ll continue to be hesitant in the future. But so far, no matter how fucked up and crazy the shit as she wanted to do, I’ve never come away not wanting to do it again. And again. And again. So no matter how uncomfortable the idea of something makes me, I leave the direction up to her. It’s treated me extremely well so far so why fuck with a good thing?




It’s a Saturday night and we’re on the first night of a three-night vacation in Phoenix, Arizona. We just finished off a couple of incredible steaks and polished off three bottles of wine between us and are heading up to the room for our first night of debauchery.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Taylor says as we make our way up to our floor. Her hand is rubbing up and down on my hard cock as it presses against the material of my pants.

“I was born ready,” I say, barely able to suppress a laugh. She hates it when I use that line.

But tonight it doesn’t bother her. She’s too focused on my cock to listen to my poor attempts at humor.

“So you think,” she says. “But tonight we’re going someplace new.”

“And where is that?” I ask.

“You’ll see,” she says, spinning around and dropping to her knees, right there in the elevator. We’re 10 floors away from our floor but moving fast.

“Whoa there,” I say, trying to lift her up.

“Stop your whining,” Taylor says as she unzips my zipper and quickly pulls my cock out.

“What the hell,” I say, partially in excitement and partially in fear. “What if someone wants to get on?”

“They won’t,” Taylor says right before sliding my cock into her mouth.

I’m not exactly sure what she means but at this point I don’t care. If something happens, we’ll deal with it. Right now, with her lips around my cock, nothing else matters.

She’s blowing me like a champ, making my cock disappear into her mouth with every thrust, gagging and coughing and making slurping sounds as she stares up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Suddenly the elevator slams to a stop and the buzzer rings. Panicked, I curse under my breath and lean back, pulling my cock from Taylor’s mouth and try to quickly stuff it into my pants. It’s too hard, however, and I can’t get it to fit, no matter how I try and contort my body.

So there I am, with my dick in my hand, when the elevator doors start to open. I turn to face the side wall of the elevator, hoping beyond hope that somehow I’ll figure out a way to not end up in jail. But when I peek over my shoulder, I don’t see anyone standing in the hall, waiting to get on. All I see is Taylor looking at me with an evil grin, holding the door open.

“I don’t know why you’re so freaked out,” she says. “It’s just our floor.”

I exhale in a rush. I didn’t even realize I’d been holding my breath until I let it out. But still I don’t move.

“Come on,” Taylor says, still grinning. “There’s nobody out there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she says, leaning towards me and reaching her hand out. I think she’s going to take my hand but instead she grabs my cock, which is still sticking straight out, and uses it to lead me into the hallway.

Shaking my head, my face red from embarrassment, I let Taylor lead the way, knowing if any issues arise, she’ll take care of them. It’s not like I can argue with her; it’ll just make things worse.

So I just bite my tongue and let her lead me down the hall to our room, praying that we don’t pass anyone along the way. Lucky for me, we don’t.

Once we reach our room, Taylor opens the door and leads me inside. After we’re in the room, she immediately spins around and drops to her knees and picks up where she left off in the elevator.

“I want you to fuck my face,” Taylor says. She’s looking up at me with her eyes wide, her mouth open, and her hands behind her back. The look on her face is one of pure enjoyment.

“You really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?” I say.

Taylor nods vigorously.

Laughing under my breath, I grip the back of her head with my hands, then proceed to fuck her face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pump her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slam my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

Despite the pummeling I’m giving her, Taylor is still looking up at me with wide eyes, maintaining eye contact. This turns me on even further and I start pumping her even more aggressively.

Taylor reaches up and grabs her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continue to fuck her face. She gives them a couple of healthy slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slide down her stomach, between her legs, and she goes to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

“You’re such a little fuckslut,” I say, mostly to myself, but Taylor somehow manages to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decide to press things even a little further, test her out even more.

I pump her mouth a couple more times then slam my cock deep into her throat, as far as it will go. Pressing on the back of her head, I can feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroats me. I hold her there for almost ten seconds before letting her go. Her head flies backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She takes a couple of deep breaths, gathers up a bunch of saliva, spits on my cock and starts jerking me off.

“Do you like that?” she says, looking up at me with a devilish grin. “Do you like it when I take your huge cock all the way down my throat?”

“I fucking love it.”

Taylor’s smile grows wider and nastier. “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

“Hell yes,” I say.

She wraps her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabs ahold of my ballsack and pulls it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widens her mouth and starts moving her head forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she goes, until she comes to my sack. She then opens her mouth even wider and pushes forward some more, swallowing my cock and balls at the same time.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say as she somehow manages to hold both in her mouth far longer than I would have expected. “When the hell did you learn to do that?”

“Many years ago,” she says after relinquishing her hold on me. “I haven’t broken it out in a while. Now sit back and relax so I can bust out some more stuff you haven’t seen.”

Laughing, I drop down onto the couch. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I do, I do,” she says, giggling once again. Her eyes are gleaming, her smile wide and genuine. She loves pushing my boundaries, seeing how far she can take things, constantly going half a step further, knowing that I’ll go with her no matter how uncomfortable I am with the act itself. She’s got a bit of a sadist streak in her, that’s for sure. Which is one of the many things I love about her.

Taylor stands up and grabs me by the cock and leads me over to the couch. Once there, she spins me around so my back is to it and pushes on my shoulders, dropping me to the cushions. Then she drops to her knees and spreads my legs and scoots forward until her head is mere inches from my hard cock.

“Are you ready to start getting real freaky?” Taylor asks.

“Hell yes,” I reply. “Let’s get it on.”

Smiling, Taylor runs her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock and around the tip without actually putting it between her lips, teasing me for a bit before sucking on it. But once she’s done, instead of sliding my cock into her mouth, she presses it up against my stomach, holding it there, exposing my balls.

I stare down at Taylor, watching intently, as she drops her head down and starts licking my ballsack, running her tongue up from the bottom and then along the underside of my cock. After doing that a few times, she takes both of my balls in her mouth and sucks on them while jerking me off all the while. It feels wonderful, a little painful but exciting as hell.

After working my balls for a little while, Taylor puts her hands beneath my legs and pushes up on them, exposing my asshole. She then slides her hands down to my asscheeks and spreads them wide, opening my ass up even further.

Taylor glances up at me with an evil smile then goes to work on my asshole, running her tongue up it over and over, licking it like a kitten drinking milk.

I let out a low moan and start breathing more deeply as I shiver in delight.

Picking up on my excitement, Taylor starts working my asshole more aggressively, licking all around it and spitting on it and tonguing it with more intensity.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say aloud, laughing under my breath. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut.”

In response to this, Taylor buries her face in between my ass cheeks and slides her rigid tongue into my asshole. I yelp and suck in a huge breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out in a rush.

Having the tip of Taylor’s tongue in my asshole feels fucking incredible. It’s so filthy and dirty and perverted that it turns me on like crazy, not only the physical sensation, but just the fact that my girlfriend is willing to do these kinds of things to me.

I reach down and grab a handful of her hair and pull on it, holding her head in place against my ass. She responds by sticking her tongue further out, shoving it deeper into my anus.

Shivering as a bolt of electricity runs up my spine, I pull Taylor closer towards me, smashing her face against my ass, forcing her tongue as far into my asshole as it will go. I hold her head there for nearly fifteen seconds before finally releasing her.

Taylor’s head flies back and she takes a few seconds to get some air in her lungs before immediately going to work on my cock again, sliding it into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down on it, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust. Wet, gagging, choking sounds are coming from her mouth and her eyes are watering, making her mascara run, but still doesn’t let up, her head bobbing up and down as aggressively as ever.

As much as I love Taylor sucking my cock, I’m about ready to move on. It’s about time I stick my cock in her and repay her for all she’s done for me. But before I make a move, Taylor runs her finger down my taint and starts rubbing the outside of my asshole with it. My anus is still wet and slippery from when she was working it with her tongue just moments ago, allowing the tip of her finger to easily slip into my asshole.

An atomic bomb goes off in my head, reverberates through my body and travels down my spine.

“Ohmyfuckingod,” I say, spewing it all in one word as I stare down at her with wide eyes.

“You like that, huh?” Taylor laughs, grinning up at me like the devil.

I nod my head quickly up and down.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” she says, working her finger in and out my asshole, forcing it deeper inside of me.

I let out a loan groan and grit my teeth.

“It stings a little, doesn’t it?” Taylor says, still grinning widely, obviously enjoying herself and the power she has over me.

I nod again.

“But it feels good, too, right?”

“Yeah,” I say, trying hard not to cum.

“Now you know how I feel when you fuck my ass,” Taylor says, spitting on my asshole and continuing to work it with her fingers, moving faster now.

“Yes I do,” I say.

She smacks me hard on the ass, causing me to yelp.

“No you don’t,” Taylor says, glaring at me. She sticks the index finger from her other hand up in the air, near my face. “Because this  is what’s in your ass right now.” She drops the finger and uses the same hand to grab my cock, which is as stiff as it’s ever been in my life. “While this,” she continues, squeezing my cock as hard as she can, “is what goes in my ass.”

“Fair enough,” I manage to say, still trying desperately not to cum. Something about her little lecture turns me on even more, perhaps the aggression in her tone, or maybe the look in her eyes, but probably both.

Eventually Taylor slides her finger out of my asshole and sticks it in her mouth. After cleaning it of my ass juices, she says, “One of these days, I’m going to stick something closer to the size of your cock up your ass, what do you say to that?”

The words come out of my mouth before I even know what they’re going to be. “I say bring it on.”

Taylor’s eyes light up. It’s obviously not what she was expecting to hear. “I heard it!” she says. “It’s too late to back out now.”

“I don’t want to back out,” I say. “Just make sure I’m more drunk than this before you try it.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” she says, standing up. “But until then, I’ll just have to settle for your cock inside of me.”  

Taylor climbs atop me, straddling me, one leg on each side of my body and her ass resting on my legs, just below my hips. Staring right at me, she grabs ahold of my cock and pulls it back so the top of my shaft is pushing against her pussy lips.

She grinds on my waist while slowly jerking me off, our eyes locked together, excitement and mischief in her eyes as she messes with me. Once she’s had her fun, she lifts herself up a bit, scoots forward until her hips are directly above mine then slides my cock into her pussy.

She’s so wet it’s like slipping into a cup of warm oil.

“Goddammit you feel so fucking good inside me,” Taylor says as she works my cock with her pussy, bouncing up and down on it in a steady, deliberate rhythm. “I love how your cock fills me up.”

My hands naturally gravitate to her perky little tits, which are bouncing right in front of my face. I grope and squeeze them for a bit, then cup them with my palms and push up on them.

This excites Taylor and gets her moving more aggressively against me, bouncing up and down on me quickly, taking the entire length of my cock inside her with every thrust.

“You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at me.

“I fucking love it,” I say.

“Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

“Yes please,” I say.

She leans her body back, putting more of her weight on my hips and changing up the angle of penetration, then starts riding my cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto me, smashing my balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just a little bit of pain to go with my pleasure.

I decide to return the favor, pinching her nipples between my fingers and giving them a good squeeze.

Taylor yelps and glares down at me, but I know that she loves it. I also know that she’s going to pay me back by hammering me with even more intensity, making me more uncomfortable too. Which is exactly what I want.

And she does, reaching back and grabbing my balls with her hand and squeezing them tight while continuing to pound her body down onto mine with everything she has.

Both of us are grunting and moaning and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. But we both want more.

I release my hold on her nipples but I’m just getting started. Rearing back, I smack one of her tits, eliciting a little yelp from her mouth, followed by a nasty smile.

“You like that, don’t you?” I say, grinning up at her.

Taylor nods.

I do it again, this time to her other tit.

She yelps again. Her breath is ragged now and her eyes are wild. She releases her hold on my balls and shifts her hand to her clit, which she is rubbing with reckless abandon.

I smack her tits again, one at a time, at regular intervals.

“Just like that,” Taylor screams. “Holy shit, just like that, just like that!”

I continue smacking her tits while she slams away on her clit and her breathing rate increases, as does the loudness of her grunts, groan, and screams, until she goes over the edge. Her body tenses up and her hand freezes while pushing against her clit and then she releases with an animalistic groan as an orgasm courses through her body.

Taylor shakes and shimmies and lets out a series of deep groans as the orgasm passes. But she doesn’t so much as miss a beat, continuing to pound away at me just as aggressively as before.

She also decides to take some control back, grabbing ahold of my wrists and pushing my arms back near my head. Holding them against the back of the couch, one on either side of my head, Taylor continues to ride me like a cowgirl.

“You had your little fun,” she says, staring down at me. “Now it’s time for me take over for a little while.”

“Fine by me,” I say, relaxing my arms and letting her do her thing.

Because she’s still holding my wrists up near my head, Taylor is leaning over me, giving her even more leverage to pound away on my cock. She’s lifting her whole body up and dropping it down onto me, impaling herself on my stiff cock, giving me her full weight with every thrust, causing me to grunt and groan with every pump.

“You like it when I take control, don’t you?” Taylor says.

“I love it,” I say.

“It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” she says.

“Hell yeah,” I say.

Smiling wryly, she slams her body down on me some more, giving me all her weight, letting gravity help, not holding back at all.

“Are you almost there?” Taylor asks a few seconds later.

“Yeah,” I say.

“Yeah?” she says. “Are you ready to make a mess of my pretty little face?”

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