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Featuring stories from:

Aaron Grimes

Misty Rose

Gina Lane

Derek Price

 Copyright 2018 by Extreme Publications


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Teagan is by far the coolest woman I’ve every met.

First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.

Teagan is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Teagan it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.

I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.

After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.

She was hot as shit, with short black hair highlighted by purple streaks in the front and an angular sexy face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and purple lipstick to match the streaks in her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, big and perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.

As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.

“Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.

I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.

“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.

“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”

“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”


“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”

“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”

I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”

One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.

“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”

“Which is what?”

“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”

“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”

I started to blush and dropped my eyes.

“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”

“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.

“No, I guess not,” I replied.

“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.

“Why is that?”

“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.

“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.

“What makes you so sure?”

She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”

“Honestly?” I said.

“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”

“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.

“In what way?”

“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.

“How so?” she said.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try,” she said.

“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“Keep going,” she said.

Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.

“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”

I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.

“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.

It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”

“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”

I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”

“Whatever we want.”

“And what is it that you want?” I asked.

“To find someplace a lot more private,” she said.

“Then follow me,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and I helped her off the counter and to her feet.

“I’m Teagan, by the way,” she said.

“I’m Brian,” I replied.

“I know,” she said. “Now let’s go.”

Five minutes later we were back at my place, making out while groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. We’d started going at it immediately after closing the front door and were still just in the living room. We hadn’t even bothered to make our way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Teagan said, breaking things off for a moment. She was down to her purple bra and black panties and me to my boxers and socks. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to us.

I unfurled my arms from her body and took a step back.

“It’s not a big deal,” Teagan said after seeing the look on my face. “It’s just . . . I’m not what you’d call a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said, eyeing her sideways. If she told me she was really a guy I was going to flip my lid.

Teagan must have read my thoughts from my expression, as she laughed and shook her head. “It’s nothing horrible,” Teagan said. “I’m not a dude or anything like that.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, trying not to let the depth of my relief show.

“It’s just that I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling men what way that is.”

“Well, luckily I’m not a typical dude,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her once again. “I’m actually know how to follow directions.”

Teagan smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement. “That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how many guys just go and do their own thing without even thinking about what the girl wants.”

“Not me,” I said. “In fact, I’m just the opposite. When I’m in these types of situations, I only want wherever the girl wants. That’s what makes me happy.”

“What’s that?”

“Making them happy,” I said.

Teagan tilted her head and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” I said.

“That’s not just some bullshit line you’re feeding me?”

I shook my head from side to side. “It’s the honest truth.”

“Damn, Brian, where have you been my whole life?”

“That’s funny, I was wondering the same thing about.”

“I’m not sure where I’ve been,” Teagan said, pushing me back against the wall. “But I’m positive about where I’m going.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea,” Teagan sang as she dropped to her knees.

I laughed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles. “You’re pretty fucking funny.”

“I try,” she said before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked down at Teagan’s sexy face as she worked my cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of my cock for half a minute, Teagan took me deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off.

She spit on my cock and started jerking me off with more intensity. Still looking up at me, she said, “You have a very nice cock.”

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

“I love sucking on it,” Teagan added, smiling wryly at my reaction to her words. “Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I’d like that.”

Giggling, Teagan took my cock in her mouth once again, this time blowing me proper, her lips quickly moving back and forth along my shaft as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat.

She sucked my cock like an expert, altering the speed and depth continuously, keeping me on my toes, staring up at me the entire time. When she finally released my cock from between her lips, it was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the harsh light of the room.

“How are you liking things so far?” Teagan asked.

“I’m loving them,” I said.

“Are you ready to get a little freakier?”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Teagan smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around so my back was facing the wall, then gave me a shove, backing me flush against it.

Looking up at me with a devilish smile, Teagan quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. After letting me admire her large, perky, perfect tits for a bit, she squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her chest.

After taking turns smacking my cock against each one of her tits a couple of times, she held my cock against her flesh between them and moved her body up and down, titty-fucking me.

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.

“I take it you enjoy this?” Teagan said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile.

I nodded.

“What about this,” she asked, dropping her body down and using my cock to slap herself in the cheek, then opening her mouth and smacking my cock against her tongue a few times. “Do you like that too?”

I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I didn’t know if I could speak.

Teagan laughed softly. “Yeah, I think you might like it a little too much,” she said. “Perhaps we should mix things up a bit.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I was all for switching things up, because if we continued on like this, I would cum way too soon, and neither of us wanted that. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get down on the floor,” Teagan said. “On your back. I’ll take things from there.”

“My pleasure,” I said, doing as I was told.

As I got into position, Teagan slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of my head until she was standing directly above my face, her chest facing my feet, her ass pointed at my face. She rubbed her pussy and looked down at me, smiling.

“Are you ready for this sweet pussy in your face?” she asked.

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Neither can I,” then fell to her knees and dropped her pussy directly onto my face, just as she’d said she was going to do.

At first Teagan just sat there atop my face, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a little while she started moving back and forth, grinding on my face, soaking me with her pussy juices while I flicked my tongue around, exploring her insides.

Not long after that, Teagan reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving me deeper access to her pussy. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Get as far in there as you can.”

I tilted my head up, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy.

“There you go,” she said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Getting smothered by Teagan’s pussy turned me on like crazy. My cock was as hard as a wood plank and sticking straight up towards the ceiling, just begging for attention.

“My, my, my,” Teagan said, noticing my cock for the first time. “It looks like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Let me help you out with that.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, Teagan leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as she started to blow me, and I returned the favor by going after her pussy with even more vigor, getting my fingers involved along with my tongue.

We both gradually increased the intensity until I was attacking Teagan’s pussy with everything I had while she slobbered all over my cock.

Some time later, Teagan abruptly rose up, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and put all her weight on my face, making it so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said, her voice a deep groan. “Right there, right fucking there! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later she did just that, her legs shaking violently and her pussy squirting juices all over me, getting in my hair, my eyes, my mouth, and everywhere in between.

With my entire face a soaking wet mess, Teagan crawled forward, pulling her pussy off my head. As I gasped for breath, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air, she stood up, then turned herself around so she was facing me, putting one foot on either side of my body. Then she squatted down, put one hand on my chest for balance, grabbed ahold of my cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Teagan immediately started working my cock, bouncing down on me with more and more intensity, my cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before my cock was completely disappearing inside Teagan, her ass hammering down onto my body, driving me into the floor. My grunts and her groans combined to fill up the room with sounds of sex.

After riding my cock for a full minute with ever increasing aggression, Teagan slammed down onto me one final time and held her body in place atop mine with my cock deep in her pussy.

Teagan took a moment to recover, then dropped her knees to the floor, straddling me proper. She then reached back and put her hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Teagan went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”

So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”

I continued smacking away Teagan’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.

So, after giving Teagan a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”

She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”

“But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”

“Sounds good to me,” Teagan said.

I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”

“You may,” she said, grasping my hand.

I helped Teagan to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.

Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.

“The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”

“That sounds like fun to me,” Teagan said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”

And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Teagan’s pussy.

Teagan took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed.

I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Teagan’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Teagan said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”

I was already giving it to Teagan pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.

“There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”

I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.

“Right there, right there!” Teagan screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”

I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Teagan’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.

“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Teagan screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.

Teagan’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Teagan pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”

“I can tell,” Teagan said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

“Neither can I,” Teagan said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.

“Well?” Teagan said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”

My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Teagan until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.

“Just sit tight,” Teagan said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”

“My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Teagan moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”

“I love it,” I said.

“So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”

Teagan shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.

“Holy shit,” Teagan cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. But it didn’t even slow her down one bit.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” Teagan said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, grabbing Teagan by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Teagan said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Teagan off again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunting screams. “That’s right, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair while you fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

The combination of Teagan’s talking, her overwhelming excitement, and the pure physical sensation of fucking her doggy-style were rapidly pushing me towards orgasm.

Somehow Teagan could sense it too. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied.

“Then cum all over my back,” she said. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” I said, hammering away at her harder than ever.

“I want to feel your cum all over my flesh,” Teagan said. “Cum for me, Brian. Cum for me right now.”

As with the rest of the night, I couldn’t refuse Teagan. I slammed my cock into her one final time and held it there for a moment, deep inside her pussy, until I was mere milliseconds away from cumming, then yanked it out and jerked myself off, spraying my sperm all over her back.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned as my cock shot stream after stream of white cum onto Teagan’s back and ass, sending some of it rocketing out so far that it got in her hair.

“Goddamn that was a huge fucking load,” Teagan said, laughing softly, once my orgasm had finally passed.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“I feel like someone dumped a bucket of it on my back,” she added, laughing some more.

“Yeah, that was pretty insane,” I said, flopping down onto the couch next to her. “I’m spent.”

“As well you should be,” Teagan replied, still on her hands and knees, looking at me with a wide smile. “That was one hell of a session.”

“You can say that again,” I said.

“Especially for our first time together,” she added.

“We did have some pretty good chemistry,” I said.

“More than pretty good,” Teagan said, climbing to her feet, careful not to let her back touch the couch, lest any of my cum get on it. “It was great.”

She held out her hand and I took it and she pulled me to my feet.

“Now let’s go get cleaned up and head back to the party. I don’t want our friends to worry about what happened to us.”

“Fuck them,” I said. “I think after we get cleaned up we should have a few drinks here and dirty ourselves up again.”

“Another round? Tonight?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

“Can you get it up again?”

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Just give me half an hour and I’ll be ready to go.”

Teagan eyed me with a sly gaze. “I like the way you think, mister.”

“And I like the way you look,” I said. “Among other things.”

She laughed and leaned over and locked her lips to mine. After making out for a little bit, she broke off our embrace but didn’t go far, keeping her face right in front of mine, our foreheads touching.

“I know I said it earlier, but I have to repeat it,” Teagan said. “Where have you been my whole life?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Because I’m here now.”

“As am I,” she said. “As am I. And that’s all that matters.”

“Exactly,” I replied. “That’s the only thing that matters.”





I’m always on the road for work. Because of this, I’ve cultivated relationships with different women in all the various cities I visit on a regular basis. But on rare occasions, my work sends me somewhere new.

Generally when I go someplace new, it’s a very short trip, so I just take the time to work and hang by myself. But sometimes, things work out perfectly, leaving me in a situation that I just can’t help but take advantage of.

This was exactly what happened a couple weeks back. I got sent to Tampa, Florida for a few days.

It was December 31st and I was at a work party at the building that held our offices downtown. The employees and I were watching TV, waiting for the Big Apple to drop in Times Square when I went down the elevator and out the front door to have a smoke. It was a few minutes until midnight and I was being stalked by my personal assistant for the week and I needed to get out of there before she cornered me at midnight.

As soon as I lit up, the door behind me opened and a young woman walked out lighting a cigarette of her own. I’d seen her coming and going from the building a few times in the last couple days but didn’t know her name. We’d never even said hi to one another.

I’d definitely noticed her though. At 5’9” tall and an athletic 135 pounds, with short brown hair with blonde highlights, the face of a model, a killer body and revealing outfits nearly every day, it was impossible not to.

Tonight she was wearing a form-fitting little black dress that barely covered her ass and black knee-high boots. She looked fucking incredible and I couldn’t help but stare at her.

When she caught me, I didn’t look away. I just smiled. Luckily, she smiled back.

“You work here, don’t you?” she said. “Up on the fifth floor?”

“Yes I do,” I said, surprised and a little excited that she’d taken the time to learn a little something about me. “What about you?”

“I’m on the third floor,” she said, puffing on her cigarette. “I’m Eve.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“What?” she said, looking serious.

“Oh, I thought you were joking,” I replied, forcing myself to stop laughing. But I couldn’t get rid of my grin. I was simply too buzzed.

“Nope,” Eve said. “I’m dead serious. My full name is Evelyn, but everyone just calls me Eve.”

“Imagine that, meeting a girl named Eve on New Year’s Eve.”

“I’m not a girl,” she said, glaring at me with a hint of defiance but also a measure of playfulness. “I’m a woman.”

“Fair enough,” I said, chuckling. “I’m Jesse.”

“Nice to meet you, Jesse.”

“Same here,” I said.

“So, Jesse, what are you doing out here?” she asked me. “Don’t you have someone inside you want to kiss at midnight?”

“Hell no,” I said, taking a hit off my smoke. “I’m running away from someone, actually.”

“No shit?” she said. “Me too.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep,” Eve said. “He’s my boss. He’s been trying to get me in a compromising position for almost a year now.”

“That sucks,” I said.

“It is what it is,” she said. “And it’s not like I dissuade it. As long as he thinks he has a shot he lets me do whatever I want.”

I laughed and shook my head.

“What?” she said. “If he’s gonna act like an ass I’m at least going to take advantage of it.”

“No, no,” I said. “I hear you. It makes perfect sense.”

“I think so too,” Eve said, taking another puff. “What about you? Who are you running from?”

“My personal assistant,” I said. “She thinks it’s part of her job to make sure I’m happy all the time.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not like that,” I said.

“Oh, I get it,” Eve said. “She’s old, fat and ugly, right?”

“Actually she’s a 21-year old former model from Sweden.”


“I’m serious,” I said.

Eve gave me a sideways look tinged with disappointment. “So you’re gay then?”

I laughed. “Nope.”

“Married? Girlfriend?”

I shook my head.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It’s simple,” I said. “I don’t shit where I eat.”

“Makes sense,” Eve said. “But what about in the same vicinity?” she continued, looking at me with one eyebrow raised.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not wanting to be presumptuous.

“Well, you don’t want to fuck someone that you work with, but what about someone who works in the same building?”

“Hypothetically?” I said.

“Of course,” she replied, smiling ruefully.

I shrugged. “I don’t see a problem with that. Assuming there was someone at the building that was interested in me.”

“And if there was?” she said.

“Is there?”

“Perhaps,” Eve said, her mouth turned up in a little grin. “Of course, she isn’t 21 any more, and she isn’t a Swedish supermodel, but she does know her way around the bedroom and she’s pretty damn hot to boot.”

I dusted off the last of my cigarette and dropped the butt onto the ground and put it out with my foot. Then I took a couple of steps over towards her. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”

“That depends,” she said, leaning back, playing it cool.

“On what?”

“On whether or not you want to fuck me.”

I looked her up and down. “Sure,” I said, trying to act serious but unable to hide my grin. “I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, I’m sure you have,” she said, replying instantly, not wavering for a moment. “But I guarantee you’ve never had better.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded confidently. Then she grabbed my hand and led me back into the building. “Come on. I’ll prove it to you.”

Five minutes later we were in my office with the door locked behind us while the New Year’s Eve party wound down a few doors down the hall.

“So what do you think?” she said, hopping up on my desk. “Are you ready to tap this little ass of mine?”

“Hell yes,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Because I sure as hell want to get me a piece of you. But before we get the dirty stuff, we have to have a little discussion first.”

“About what?”

“My preferences,” Eve said.

“What about them?”

“I’m not one to take things easy,” she said.

“Is that right?” I asked, intrigued.

“Yep,” she replied. “I’m not afraid to get a little freaky. Even on the first night. Is that okay with you?”

“It’s more than okay,” I said. “I think it’s great.”

“You like getting freaky too?” she said.

“Hell yeah,” I replied. “Life’s too short for boring sex.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eve said. “Of course, I’m not just going to sit back and let you take charge the whole night either,” she said. “I’m prone to bouts of control every once in a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

“Are you sure? Lots of men say that but once it gets down to it they start freaking out when I take charge.”

“Not me,” I said. “I’m totally into that kind of thing.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” I said.

“Huh,” she said, looking at me sideways.

“What?” I said, even though I knew exactly what she was thinking. What all women thought when they first looked at me. That I’m just a boring, regular old businessman.

“Nothing,” Eve said. “It’s just, you don’t really look like the freaky type.”

“That’s funny,” I said. “Because I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

“Not at all.”

“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said, smiling.

“I do too,” I said.

She laughed. “It sounds like we both underestimated each other, doesn’t it?”

“It sure does,” I said.

Eve ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we won’t make that mistake again.”

“I guess we won’t.”

She grabbed ahold of my shirt and pulled me in close and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We made out like desperate animals, aggressively exploring each other tonsils and smashing our faces together.

Eve ran her hand down my chest and started rubbing it against my cock, which was already starting to get hard. In return, I grabbed ahold of her small but perky breast through her dress and gave it a squeeze. She increased the pressure on my cock and I squeezed harder. We were feeding off each other, her excitement made mine grow, which in turn made hers even larger.

She undid my belt, the top button of my pants and then my zipper, causing my pants to fall down to my ankles.

“Holy crap,” she said, laughing softly as she looked at my cock. “It’s fucking huge.”

“Yeah, it’s a little on the large side,” I said, slightly embarrassed as I always was when a woman commented on the size of my cock but not letting Eve know it.

 As she played with my hard cock, I pulled her dress off and undid her bra and started tweaking her nipples, making her gasp.

After making out while playing with each other for a couple minutes, Eve slid off my desk and dropped to her knees in front of me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and looked up at me, jerking me off the whole time.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” she said, her eyes pools of need. “I want to suck on it. Is that okay with you?”

Smiling down at her, I nodded my head.

“Are you sure?” she said, grinning up at me, teasing me.

“I’m positive,” I said, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt.

Her smile widened and then she went to town on my cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a second or two, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of my  shaft, caressing my balls, them taking them in her mouth for a bit before going back to work my cock

Eve wrapped her lips around my cock, moving up and down the shaft in time with her hand, which was still jerking me off. She bobbed on it a couple times, then took me all the way down her throat, holding it for a couple seconds, before pulling it back off and jerking me off once again.

“Fuck my face,” she said, opening her mouth wide. “I want you to fuck my face.”

I grabbed one handful of her hair in each hand, then slid my cock into her waiting mouth. Holding her head in place, I fucked her face, forcing my cock as far down her throat as it would go. She was almost able to take the whole thing before gagging.

“Not bad,” I said, pulling my cock from her mouth. “Not bad at all.”

“It’s so big,” she said. “I’ve never tried to deepthroat such a huge cock before.”

“It doesn’t happen often, I can tell you that much,” I said.

“I can do it,” she said as tears leak from her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I just need a little help. No matter how much I’m struggling, keep pushing it in.”

“If you insist.”

Eve took a deep breath and opened her mouth again.

Smiling, I stuck my cock back into her mouth. This time it got about three-quarters of the way in before she started to gag. But I didn’t stop, continuing to force it further into her mouth, just as she had told me too. She coughed again and more tears dripped down her face, smearing her mascara.

“Just a little bit more,” I said, my cock almost disappearing completely now. “Another inch and you’re there.”

This seemed to inspire Eve, and she took the last little bit on her own, suddenly pushing her head forward until she was deepthroating me, her chin touching my balls. I released her hair, giving her a chance to pull away, but she stayed put for another second or two more before finally releasing my cock from her throat.

“That was pretty impressive,” I said as she gasped for breath.

“It’s getting better,” Eve said. “But I can still improve. Give me one more shot at it.”

“My pleasure,” I said.

She grabbed ahold of my cock and slapped it against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing me, her lips moving up and down my shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, creating an ocean of saliva.

Choking noises escaped from her mouth as she took my cock progressively deeper down her throat. And then her hands were gripping my ass cheeks and my cock had totally, completely disappeared.

Her tongue flicked out and licked my balls while keeping my cock planted firmly in her throat. Her nose was pressing up against my belly button and her eyes were leaking tears. She gagged a couple times but still didn’t pull off. I had no idea how she was able to swallow my cock for so long but I didn’t care in the least. All that matters was she could.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of deepthroating me, she pulled her head off.

I watched her with a combination of respect and amazement as she smiled and laughed and gasped for breath.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, “That was incredible. Nobody has ever held it that long before.”

“Why thank you,” she said, grinning up at me.

“I didn’t now you had it in you.”

“To be honest, neither did I,” Eve said. “I guess you just bring out the best in me.”

“Or the worst,” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Do you want me to do it again?” she asked.

“I’d love you to,” I said, pulling her to her feet. “Just not right now. First it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” she said as I lifted her up and spun around and dropped her onto my couch.

“Oh, I do, I do,” I said, running my hands up the outside of her legs and under her skirt. I hooked my fingers around her panties and pulled them off, then dropped to my knees in front of her so my face was at the same level as her pussy.

“Oh my,” Eve said, hiking her skirt up around her stomach and throwing her legs open, giving me full access to her smoothly shaved pussy. “I think I’m going to like this.” 

“Hopefully you do more than just like it,” I said, grinning up at her. “Hopefully you love it.”

“We’ll find out soon enough,” she said.

And with that, I dove in.

I started off slowly, licking around the outside of Eve’s pussy lips, teasing her a bit and getting her nice and wet before I started in on her pussy proper, running my tongue up and down the length of her snatch. I slipped it inside her just a bit at first, then more deeply, flicking my tongue in and out, constantly mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

I peeked up the length of her body to see her head thrown back, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open and a look of pure ecstasy on her face and got more excited seeing how much she was enjoying herself.

I continued mixing things up, rising up a bit so I could suck on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy.

“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Eve groaned between grunts and heavy breathing. “Work that pussy. Just like that, just like that.”

I curled my fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside her until I found the rough surface of her G-spot.

Eve gasped wordlessly and her eyes shot open. She looked down at me with a face full of pleasure of excitement.

“Right there,” she said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Smiling, I went after her G-spot with aggression, applying more and more pressure to it as I worked my fingers back and forth inside her as quickly and intensely as I could. My cock was still sticking straight up; it was just as hard as it had been while Eve was sucking on it. Getting a girl off excited me almost as much as a girl getting me off. I’d always been like that.

Eve’s pussy was dripping juices and she was bucking against my fingers with her whole body, forcing them deeper into her pussy with every thrust. She was practically screaming now, her eyes wide and face red from exertion.

I decided to up the ante even more, sliding a third finger insider her, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from Eve and propelling her ever closer to orgasm.

Smiling, I slammed my fingers into Eve a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then I gave her one final finger-thrust and held them there, deep inside her, filling up her pussy, pushing my fingers up against her as she squeezed her muscles against them.

Eve’s body started to shake and a guttural growl escaped from her throat as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against my fingers before releasing a flood of pussy juices as she came.

As soon as her orgasm passed, Eve grabbed my arm and brought my hand up to her face and stuck his fingers in her mouth.

“Goddamn I taste fucking good,” she said once my fingers were clean. She had a big grin on her face.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I said, smiling right back at her. “I already know.”

“That you do,” Eve said, leaning forward. Her other hand ran down my stomach, grabbed ahold of my cock and started slowly stroking it.

I rose slightly and bent towards her and thrust my tongue into her mouth. We made out while she continued jerking me off. Before long my hands had found their way to her tits and were pinching and tweaking her nipples.

“Enough messing around,” Eve said, breaking off our make-out session. Our faces were just centimeters apart, close enough that I could smell the alcohol on her breath and feel it’s warmth on my skin. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

She pushed my head back, then flipped over and dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of paces, towards one end of the couch. She was facing away from me in the doggy position, her perfect ass sticking up in the air. Her boots were still on, which was hot as shit.

Turning her upper body so she was looking back at me, Eve said, “I need your cock. Please give it to me. I want to feel you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” I said, smiling wryly. I climbed onto the couch and shuffled over towards Eve until I was poised directly behind her. It was a wide couch, allowing me to straddle her doggy style with both my knees on the couch. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, before grabbing ahold of my hard cock and sliding it inside her pussy.

I didn’t waste any time at all, slamming my cock deep inside Eve’s pussy immediately, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, my balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust as I hammered my cock into her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eve groaned. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

So I did, gradually increasing the intensity until I was slamming my body into Eve’s hard enough that she was flinching with every thrust. Low moans and excited squeals escaped from her mouth, combining with my grunts and the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together to create a symphony of sex.

I paused for a moment to climb to my feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving me more leverage. Squatting down, my body hovering over Eve’s, I proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time we came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the room.

Eve’s moans had grown in intensity; she was grunting like a crazed animal in between deep breaths. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, causing her spine and shoulder blades to press against her skin, which turned me on like crazy. I reached out and grabbed her shoulders and used them to pull her body back towards me with every thrust, allowing me to pummel her like never before.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that! Fuck me with that huge cock of yours! Fill up my dirty little snatch. Fill it up and make me scream!”

The combination of Eve’s dirty talking, the pure pleasure on her face, and the physical sensation of fucking the shit out of her were pushing the limits of my self-control. I simply couldn’t continue hammering away at her like this without cumming. So I yanked my cock out of her pussy and scooted backwards to avoid shooting my load right then and there.

Eve spun let out a disappointed moan and turned to face me. “What happened?” she said.

“I just couldn’t take it anymore,” I said.

Once she figured out what I meant she started laughing. “You were going to cum already?”

“Any longer and I would have,” I said.

She flashed me a sly look. “I told you that I knew my way around the bedroom.”

“You certainly did.”

“Well it’s a good thing you backed away then, because I need more of your cock. I would have been pissed if you were finished up that soon.”

“So would have I,” I said.

“Then I guess we’ll just have to find something for you to do that doesn’t leave you in any danger of cumming.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

“Lie down on your back and you’ll find out.”

Grinning widely, I did as I was told, stretching my legs out on the couch so my back was on the cushions and my eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

Eve stood on the couch and walked the length of it until she was hovering directly over my face, her legs spread, one foot on either side of my head.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked, fingering herself while looking down at me.

“Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

“If you insist,” Eve said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto my face.

At first she just sat there, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a little bit, giving me a few moments to catch my breath before dropping her pussy back onto me.

This time she moved back and forth, grinding on my face, getting me all wet with her sweet, pungent pussy juices.

“Stick out your tongue,” Eve said.

I obliged willingly.

Eve spread her ass cheeks with her hands, giving me deeper access to her insides. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding my tongue with her pussy. “Get in there. There you go. Don’t be shy. As deep as you can.”

While I ate her out, my cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. I grabbed ahold of it and started to stroke it, succumbing to the inability to leave my hard cock unattended for more than a few seconds.

But Eve didn’t want to be left out of the fun.

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, she leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. She proceeded to blow me while I tongue-fucked her, both of us gradually increasing the intensity until Eve was slobbering all over my cock as I attacked her pussy with everything I had.

It wasn’t long before I was dying to stick my cock into Eve’s pussy again. So I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off me, tossing her down onto the couch as she laughed and let out a joyful little scream and gave me a smack on the leg.

“Getting a little frisky, huh?” I said.

“Just a little,” she replied.

“Then come on up and sit on my lap,” I said. “I’ll help settle you down.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” Eve said, laughing some more.

As I repositioned myself so I was sitting normally on the couch, Eve climbed up and straddled me, her knees bents, her shins on the couch, and her ass resting just in front of my cock. She leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue darting around in my mouth while I fondled her tits.

We made out a for a little, enjoying a little bit of downtime, letting ourselves recover and catch our breath. Once that was taken care of, Eve reached back and grabbed ahold of my shaft, lifted her hips up just a bit, and slid my cock into her pussy.

Keeping her lips attached to mine, Eve rode my cock, gently at first, moving around in slow, rhythmic circles. I let out a soft groan. There was something about making out while fucking that really got me going.

Eve seemed turned on by it more than normal too and soon started moving more quickly against me, rocking her body back and forth while keeping my cock planted deep inside her pussy.

I responded by going after her tits with more vigor, squeezing them tighter and tweaking her nipples with my fingertips.

From there she upped the ante, breaking off the kiss and leaning back, allowing her to bounce up and down and my cock more forcefully.

I replied by rubbing her clit with my fingers.

It went on like this for a while, each of us trying to outdo the other. She would lean back, changing the angle of penetration and I would grab her asscheeks and spread them wide to allow my cock deeper entry inside of her. She would reach back and fondle my balls and I would grab ahold of her hair and give it a yank. She would lean forward and put her hands on my chest to give herself more leverage and I would rise up and take her nipple in my mouth and chew on it.

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