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Featuring stories from:

Jeremy Holmes

Gina Lane

Aaron Grimes

Hailey Jameson

 Copyright 2018 by Extreme Publications


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Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and 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 Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

“That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

“Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

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

Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

“What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

“Whatever you can handle,” Eric 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.

Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

“You like that?” Eric asks.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies.

He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she says.

He does it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

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

Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

He pulls up on her hair, snapping her 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.

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

With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says.

Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the 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,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric 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 Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass 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.

Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

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

Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

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

Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

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

Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his 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.

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

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

Jasmine 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.

Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Always,” she replies.

Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

Eric thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

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

Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

He counts the seconds down.







He pulls his cock from her mouth.

Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with 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,” Eric 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,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric 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.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.

He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.

Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.

Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” he says.

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.

Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.

“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I just need a little break.”

“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got 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.

Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

Her face is glowing with excitement.

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

Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, 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 Eric can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.

“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.

“Another,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.

She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

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 Jasmine 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.

Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.

“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them 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.

Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

Jasmine nods.

“Beg for it,” Eric says.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

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

Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

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

He lets go of her throat.

Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Eric is ready to 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. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

“I told you before,” she says. “I’m 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, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

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

Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you 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.”

Jasmine 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.

Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

“What about other women?”

“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a 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.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking 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.

Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

He’s right on both counts.






Molly and Tammy have been roommates for almost two years now. At first, they were just that, roommates and nothing more. But as the months rolled on and neither one could find a man worth spending more than a couple of nights with (if even that) they started to wonder if men were even necessary.

After all, they enjoyed each other’s company far more than they enjoyed hanging out with men. They understood each other, got along great, and both thought the other was sexy as hell.

In fact, as the days wore on, and they started talking about their feelings towards one another (usually with some alcohol involved) they started to realize that the only thing men had that they needed were cocks. And those were easy enough to approximate.

So they ventured down to the local sex shop and bought a dildo.

And the rest was history.

They quickly realized that men were not needed. Not at all.

Now they spend pretty much every night getting freaky in every way possible. But tonight was going to be special. Molly was going to take things to a whole different level. She was going to take control and push Tammy’s boundaries to places they’ve never been before. And Tammy was going to love it.




“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Molly asks.

They’re on the couch, having just dusted off a couple bottles of wine. They are wearing comfortable cotton robes and nothing else.

“I’m positive,” Tammy says. “I want you to push the envelope.”

“Then take off that robe and get down on the floor,” Molly says. “And let’s get this show on the road.”

Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, slipping the robe off, showing off her tight, tiny body, then dropping to the floor. She’s sitting on her knees, looking at Molly, smiling widely.

“That’s a good girl,” Molly says. She too climbs off the couch and slips out of the robe. Then she walks towards Tammy until she’s standing above her. Looking down at her roommate, her pussy just a few inches from Tammy’s face, Molly grabs the back of Tammy’s head and pushes on it until Tammy’s face is pressing against her pussy.

“Get that tongue in there,” Molly says, looking down as Tammy eats her out. “Don’t be shy. Tongue-fuck my snatch you dirty little slut.”

Tammy obliges, slipping her tongue deep inside Molly’s pussy.

“There you go,” Molly says, holding Tammy’s head in place, smashing her face against Molly’s flesh. “Just like that. Good girl.”

Molly holds Tammy in place for a full ten seconds before letting go of her head. Tammy pulls back and tries to get some air into her lungs.   

As Tammy catches her breath, Molly turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Tammy’s face.

Tammy starts in on Molly’s pussy, burying her face in it, forcing her tongue deep inside her. She’s still not quite caught her breath, but that turns Molly on even more, hearing Tammy struggling for air while eating her out.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly says. “That’s a good girl. Get that tongue in my pussy. As deep as you can.”

Tammy obliges, forcing her face deeper between Molly’s legs. Molly helps her out, reaching back and again grabbing ahold of the back of Tammy’s head and holding her in place, buried deep inside her pussy.

Tammy is making gasping, choked noises. They are muffled by Molly’s pussy but audible nonetheless. After a few seconds, Tammy tries to pull away to get better access to air.

But Molly is having none of it. She holds tight to Tammy’s head, keeping it in place, smashed against her pussy.

“Where are you going?” Molly says. “I didn’t say you could breathe yet.”

Tammy’s feet are banging on the carpet and her body is shaking slightly. She obviously wants out of the situation but there’s not really all that much she can do.

Besides, Molly knows Tammy is fine. If she’s able to fight this hard, she still has plenty of air in her lungs. Her body is just panicking but she’s in no real danger.

“Just relax,” Molly says, still holding her in place. “You’re fine.”

But Tammy isn’t listening. Or at least, her body isn’t. It’s still quivering around like a fish on dry land.

“Five more seconds and I’ll let you go,” Molly says. And she begins to countdown.

Tammy relaxes a little bit now that the end is near.

“Five,” Molly says. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

Once she’s done counting, Molly releases Tammy’s head.

Tammy detaches from Molly’s pussy and immediately starts gasping for breath. Her face is bright red and glistening in the light from Tammy’s juices. But despite all this, she’s got a wide smile on her face.

“Very good,” Molly says. “I’m impressed.”

“Thanks,” Tammy says.

“I take it you liked it?”

“Afterwards, yes,” Tammy says. “But during, I’m not going to lie. I was panicking a little bit.”

“That’s just your body’s natural reaction to lack of quality air,” Molly says. “It starts to freak out. But in the end, that’s what makes the experience so enjoyable.”

“It certainly was enjoyable,” Tammy says.

“Just wait,” Molly says. “That was just the beginning. On your hands and knees with your ass up in the air.”

Smiling, Tammy does as she’s told, her perfect little ass right in front of Molly’s face, her asshole open and beckoning.

“That’s a good little slut,” Molly says. She gives Tammy a little smack on the ass then drops down to her hands and knees too, so her face is at the same level as Tammy’s ass.

Ignoring her pussy, Molly goes straight for Tammy’s asshole, lapping at it like she’s a kitten drinking milk, getting it nice and wet.

Tammy lets out a little yelp of surprise and pleasure. It’s obvious she isn’t expecting this turn of events.

And Molly is just getting started. Now that Tammy’s asshole is warmed up, it’s time to get busy. Making her tongue rigid, Molly slides it into Tammy’s anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Tammy says, her voice a high-pitched moan. “Jesus Christ that feels fucking good.”

After holding her tongue deep in Tammy’s asshole for a bit, Molly starts bouncing her head against Tammy’s ass, her still-rigid tongue moving in and out of Tammy’s asshole. She bangs Tammy’s asshole with her tongue for half a minute, then smashes her face against Tammy’s ass, hold her tongue deep inside Tammy for a few seconds before backing off.

As Tammy moans and groans in excitement, Molly comes around to the other side of Tammy, so she’s facing her, then grabs ahold of her roommate’s shoulders and pulls them to the ground until Tammy’s head is between Molly’s legs and her ass is sticking further up in the air.

Pinning Tammy’s head between her legs, Molly and goes back to licking her asshole. She runs her tongue around Tammy’s anus then slips her tongue inside it.

Sliding her body forward so she’s straddling Tammy’s upper body, only facing the opposite direction, Molly leans forward and spreads Tammy’s asscheeks. She gathers up some saliva and lets it drip from her mouth into Tammy’s ass crack, watching is it slides down towards Tammy’s asshole.

Once that wad of spit reaches her asshole, Molly uses her index finger to rub it in, loosening up Tammy’s anus and getting it nice and wet. While Tammy moans beneath her, Molly slips the tip of her middle finger into Tammy’s asshole and starts working it around.

Tammy lets out a little squeal and starts breathing more deeply before getting used to the violation and settling in a bit.

Once Tammy relaxes, Molly slips her finger further inside her and works it around in larger circles.

“That’s a good girl,” Molly says. “You’re starting to get the hang of this. Are you ready for another finger?”

“Fuck yeah,” Tammy says, her voice full of excitement. “Give it to me.”

So Molly does, sliding her index finger into Tammy’s asshole alongside her middle finger. It’s a tight fit at first, but Molly works her fingers like a pro, and pretty soon Tammy’s asshole is accepting both of fingers with relative ease.

“You’re doing great,” Molly says. “But now that your asshole is good and wet and loosened up, it’s time to up the ante a bit.”

“I’m ready,” Tammy says.

“Are you sure?” Molly asks. “This is a going to be a pretty big step up.”

“Bring it on,” Tammy says. “I can handle it.”

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

Molly lets  her fingers slip out of Tammy’s asshole and climbs off of her friend. She reaches into the drawer of a nearby desk and digs into it, pulling out a pink, 16-inch long, double-sided dildo.

“Look what I have for you,” Molly says, smiling and waving it in Tammy’s face.

“That’s going in my asshole?” Tammy says.

Molly nods, grinning wider.

“I don’t know about that,” Tammy says.

“Don’t worry, you can handle it,” Molly says. “I wouldn’t be breaking it out if you couldn’t.”

“If you say so.”

“I do,” Molly says. “I do.”

“Then let’s get down to business.”

“Pretty soon,” Molly says. “But first we need to get it all wet. Care to join me?”

“With pleasure,” Tammy says.

“Open wide,” Molly says. Tammy obliges.

Molly takes one side of the dildo and slips it into Tammy’s mouth until almost half of it disappears, then holds it in her roommate’s throat until Tammy starts to gag before letting it slide back out.

As Tammy catches her breath, Molly sticks the other half of the dildo into her own mouth and blows it for a few seconds before effortlessly taking half of it down her throat. Tammy gets in on the fun, taking other end of the dildo in her hand and sliding it into her mouth.

Now with one girl on each side, both Molly and Tammy start sucking on the dildo, bobbing their heads forward and back, gradually making more of the dildo disappear inside their mouths, until finally their lips are meeting in the middle, both of them swallowing half.

They hold the dildo in their mouths, each deepthroating it for a full ten seconds before pulling off. With saliva dripping out of their mouths, they make out, sharing their spit with each other.

“I think it’s ready,” Molly says. “Are you?”

Tammy nods, her eyes filled with excitement and a wide smile on her face.

“Then turn around and get on your hands and knees and grabs your asscheeks and spread them wide,” Molly says.

Tammy does as she’s told. Once she’s in position, Molly sucks on the dildo a little longer to get it nice and lubed up, then pulls it out and slides the wet end into Molly’s ass.

“Ohmygod,” Tammy says, her voice a sexy, high-pitched moan.

“Just relax,” Molly says. “I’ll take it slow. At first, at least. Okay?”

Tammy nods and takes a deep breath as Molly starts working her asshole with the dildo, moving it slowly at first, letting her friend get used to the size. Tammy is moaning consistently and her breath is ragged, but she seems to be enjoying herself based on the nature of the sounds coming out of her mouth.

“You’re doing great,” Molly says. “Just stay relaxed and everything will be fine.”

And with that, Molly  starts works Tammy’s asshole more aggressively, sliding it in and out with a rapidly growing intensity as Molly’s moans turn louder and more guttural.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Tammy says between deep breaths. “Fuck my asshole with that dildo. Fuck it good!”

So Molly does, giving Tammy more and more with every thrust.

After banging away at Tammy’s asshole for a full minute, Molly say, “Reach back and hold your asscheeks open. I want to see your asshole gape.”

Tammy does as she’s asked, grabbing one cheek with each hand and pulling them apart.

“There you go,” Molly says. “Now hold them there, pulling tight, as I yank the dildo out of your ass. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” Tammy says.

Molly bangs her a couple more times then quickly pulls the dildo out of Tammy’s asshole, leaving it wide open and gaping.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly says, staring down at the huge, gaping hole that makes up Tammy’s asshole. “That’s so fucking beautiful.”

Molly slips the dildo back into Tammy’s asshole and starts banging away again, harder this time, making Tammy groans even louder.

“Keep holding your asscheeks open,” Molly says. “That’s a good girl. Here we go again. Are you ready?”

Tammy nods this time. She’s breathing too hard to talk.

Molly yanks the dildo out of Tammy’s ass again, leaving it gaping even wider than before. “There it is,” she says. “You’re fucking incredible.” She leans over and slips her tongue into the hole that it Tammy’s anus, pressing her face against her roommate’s cheeks, forcing her tongue deep inside Tammy. After exploring for a bit, she runs the tip of her tongue around the edge of Tammy’s asshole as deeply pleasurable noises escape from her roommate’s mouth.

“It’s time to get me some of this,” Molly says to herself after extracting her tongue from Tammy’s asshole.

Molly slides the dildo back into Tammy’s anus, then turns around and drops to her hands and knees also and backs her ass up to Tammy’s. Then she grabs ahold of the dildo and slides the free end into her own asshole.

The girls start to hammer their asses against each other, fucking themselves with the dildo.

The sounds of sex fill up the room, Tammy’s high-pitched moans and Molly’s low-feverish grunts combining for a symphony of fucking.

Once this goes on for a bit, Molly feels an orgasm coming on. She lets her hand slide down her body and starts to rub her pussy while continuing to hammer her ass back against Tammy’s ass.

A few seconds later, Molly’s eyes roll up in her head and her body tenses. Her body freezes and she lets out a low, guttural moan and shakes her head back and forth as an orgasm flows through her. She holds her breath for a moment, then lets it out in a rush, her legs quivering and her chest heaving as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Molly grunts as the orgasm passes through her body. Once she’s finished, she crawls forward, pulling the dildo out of her asshole but leaving it planted deep inside Tammy’s. Molly then turns around. Still on her hands and knees, she wraps her lips around her half of the dildo, sucking her ass juices from it while the other half stays planted in Tammy’s ass.

Once Molly is done licking her ass juices off her end of the dildo, she says to Tammy, “What do you think? Are you having fun yet?”

“So much fucking fun,” Tammy replies, turning her head to address Molly. Her smile is wide and her hair is a mess and her face is red from exertion. “That was fucking incredible.”

“And we’re still not done,” Molly says. “Can you handle some more?”

“Whatever you’ve got,” Tammy says.

“Are you sure about that?”


Grinning madly, Molly says, “Let’s find out.” Folding the dildo over, she slides the other end into Tammy’s asshole too, essentially giving her a double anal.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Tammy moans, the words barely audible. Apparently this isn’t what she was expecting.

“Is it too much?” Molly asks.

“No,” Tammy says, barely able to get the words out between deep breaths. “But it’s damn close.”

“Here,” Molly says. “I can help loosen you up.”

As Tammy grunts and moans with barely disguised discomfort, Molly lies down on the floor, her back to the carpet and her head towards the ceiling. She slides her body underneath Tammy’s, facing the opposite direction, her face right below Tammy’s pussy, her feet beneath Tammy’s face.

Lifting her head up, Molly starts licking Tammy’s pussy, running her tongue up and down the length of it.

“Is that better?” Molly asks.

“Much,” Tammy says. There’s still discomfort in her voice but definitely less of it.

“Good,” Molly says before slipping her tongue further inside Tammy’s pussy. After a half a minute of eating Tammy out, Molly’s hand comes up to work her friend’s clit.

Tammy’s moans turn more heated almost immediately.

“There we go,” Molly says. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

As Tammy gets more and more loosened up, Molly climbs out from beneath her. While still rubbing Tammy’s clit with one hand, she uses her free hand to bang the dildo (with both ends still inside) in and out Tammy’s asshole.

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit,” Tammy says, practically screaming now as Molly pummels her asshole and rubs her clit with serious aggression. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Half a minute later Tammy does just that, cumming violently, her body shaking and shimmying while a loud piercing scream escapes from her throat. Her pussy squirts juices everywhere, drenching the carpet.

Molly abandons her hold on the dildo and flops to the floor, her head directly beneath Tammy’s pussy as she squirts. She’s still working Tammy’s clit, forcing her to squirt some more, this time getting her juices all over Molly’s face.

“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Molly says, still working Tammy’s clit and leaving the dildo planted in her roommate’s asshole as she cums. “Squirt all over me. Just like that!”

Tammy squirts a few more times, further drenching Molly, before she runs dry.

Climbing out from under Tammy, her face drenched with Tammy’s juices, Molly slips the dildo out of her friend’s asshole and comes around the front of her.

With Tammy still on her hands and knees, Molly drops down to the same level. Then she slips the dildo into Tammy’s mouth, forcing her to suck her own ass juices off it. Molly face-fucks Tammy with the dildo, shoving deep into her throat and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling it back out.

Laughing, both women collapse to the floor.

“That was fucking awesome,” Molly says.

“It sure was,” Tammy replies, her breath ragged and her hair a mess. “That was absolutely insane.” 

“Who needs men?” Molly says.

“Certainly not me,” Tammy replies. “Not when I have you.”

“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” Molly says.

“I’m just being truthful.”

“I know, baby,” Molly says. “I know. Which is why I love you so much.” She climbs to her feet and pulls Tammy to hers. “Now let’s go get cleaned up.”

“What for?”

“Because we need to get started on round two,” Molly says. “The way I see it, this night is just beginning.  But next time I get to be on the receiving end.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Tammy says.

 Laughing and holding holds, the two women hurry towards the bathroom.

Nope, in Molly and Tammy’s world, men were definitely not needed. Not at all.






What do you remember more fondly? Average sex with a super-hot chick? Or super-hot sex with an average chick?

Most men, when they think of sexy women, prefer youth. The cute faces, the tight bodies, the smooth skin. Not me. I love mature women. Sure their asses are a little bigger, their bodies not quite as tight, their faces a little more worn, their tits sag a little more, but so what? The way I see it, passion and enthusiasm trumps all those things.

I mean, think about it, what kind of woman provides a more memorable experience?

A smoking hot young chick who just lies there like a dead fish?

Or the older freak who goes crazy on you in bed, no matter what she looks like?

I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not even close. I’ve been with my share of tight-bodied, firm-breasted, natural 18-year beauties, and even the best ones in the sack don’t compare to the average 35-year old housewife I’ve spent time in bed with.

Now, maybe I’ve just been very unlucky with the younger girls and extremely fortunate with the older ones but I don’t think so. The numbers just don’t bear it out. And discussions with other men who’ve experienced the same thing as me are far more prevalent than other way around.

Of course, there are always those absolute freaks of nature; women that are young, gorgeous, and uninhibited in bed, but they are very few and extremely far between. If you’ve got yourself a woman like that, by all means hold on to her with everything you’ve got. But for the rest of you I have a little advice:

Stop trolling the bars and start trolling the neighborhood.

Trust me.

You’ll be very happy with the results.



Like most men, I’ve had my share of failed relationships over the years—numerous fuck-buddies, the occasional girlfriend and even an ex-wife—but a few years ago I was one of my single times. I hadn’t sworn off women, but I certainly wasn’t going around actively looking to hook up with one. It just wasn’t something I felt like dealing with right then.

Sports, pizza, beer, golf, poker, going out with the guys, those were the sort of things I was focusing on at the time. I wanted to enjoy myself without having to worry about who I was waking up next to, the late-night phone calls, the awkward conversations, those sorts of things.

Life was good, if a little bit empty. But that was fine. I was having a good time, doing enough things to avoid dwelling on my lack of a woman (or even a series of women) in my life. I was happy enough living the solitary life. Or so I thought. Looking back, I was missing that one crucial element. Excitement.

Until I met Eva.

I first saw her at a popular lunch spot downtown. I was eating alone, as usual, just trying to make it through another day of work, when she sat down at the table across from mine.

Although quite attractive, Eva he wasn’t the type of woman I’d normally look twice at. She was a good ten years older than me—mid thirties, at least—and dressed like a businesswoman. She was just about my height and extremely well put together. Not completely natural but no too much makeup either and she sure didn’t seem to be trying to hide her years. She was the kind of woman I looked at once, admired from afar for a few seconds, then didn’t think about again. It’s not that I didn’t think older women were attractive back then, it’s just that they didn’t really show up on my radar in any meaningful way.

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