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Featuring stories from:

Gina Lane

Jeremy Holmes

Hailey Jameson

Aaron Grimes

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One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

“So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

“So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

“I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

“And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

“I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

“Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

“That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”

“I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

“Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

“I always have before.”

“That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

“And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

“You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

“Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”


“I can do anything to you I want?”

“Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

“I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

“I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

“You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

“I know you can’t,” he says.

“Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

“Harder,” I say.

So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

“Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

“Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

“Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

“Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

“I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

He slaps me again. And again.

Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

After destroying my pussy with four fingers for half a minute, he turns up the heat, again reaching out with his free hand and wrapping it around my throat.

Staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, Chris chokes me while continuing to mercilessly hammer my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me now.

 The pleasure I’m feeling combined with my lack of air supply is intoxicating and it brings me to within inches of cumming again. Before I know it, I’m right on the edge, my body tight and tense, just waiting for the cue to release.

And then it comes, as Chris lets go off my throat but continues banging away at my pussy.

I let out a deep growl as an orgasm pours through my body, causing me to shake and shimmy and shoot a river of juices out of my pussy and all over the floor.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moan as my body starts to recover. “That was fucking incredible!”

But Chris isn’t satisfied. Without so much as even acknowledging my declarations of pleasure, he spins me around so I’m facing the wall then shoves me up against it. With my face and chest against the wall, Chris presses his body up against mine, his hard cock (which is still trapped in his pants) pushing up against my lower back.

“Is this what you want?” Chris says, his mouth right against my ear. “To be held up against the wall and fucked without mercy?”

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet it is,” Chris says. “Because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”

“That’s right,” I say. “The filthiest.”

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

“I want it,” I said, my voice an exaggerated whine. “Please give it to me.”

“What do you want?” he asks, taunting me, playing with me.

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

“Tell me,” he says. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your cock,” I say, rubbing my ass back against him. I can feel his cock pressing even harder against his jeans now. I can’t wait to feel it pounding away at me.

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.

But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.

“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”

His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”

I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.

Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.

“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.

“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”

Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”

“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”

“If you insist,” Chris says.

After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.

“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.

“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.

Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.

This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.

Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.

“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”

Chris grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.

He moans softly and stops grinding. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.

My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.

“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.

“For the time being,” he says.

“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”

“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Chris says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”

Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”

“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chris says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

Chris slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.

We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”

And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.

“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”

I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Chris immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”

I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.

“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”

Chris lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.

“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah?” Chris says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

 Chris releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.

Chris rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.

I’m grunting and groaning louder now, as Chris slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.

Hammering away at me like a madman, Chris holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.

I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful. 

But Chris still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, to my wants, to my needs. Which is just fine by me. That’s why I came to him tonight, after all, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And what a fine job he’s doing.

It isn’t long before Chris is ready to cum. He doesn’t say anything specific, but I can tell from the way he’s cursing under his breath and hammering away at my ass with more urgency than ever before that he was right there.

“Cum inside me, baby,” I say, turning my head just enough so I catch his eyes with my own. “I want to feel your sperm inside me.”

He grunts in assent and slams his cock into me a couple more times before he lets out one last curse, sharp and harsh, then his body releases as his orgasm overtakes him.

Chris holds his cock deep inside me as he shoots his load, filling up my insides with his hot sperm, shooting out what seems like gallons of it while he slowly moves against me, wringing out every last little bit from his cock.

Once he’s finally run dry, he backs off, letting his cock slip out of my pussy. He flops down onto the couch next to me, gasping deeply, trying to refill his lungs with air.

With his sperm still filling me up, I spin around on the couch, so I’m sitting properly, positioned right next to him.

As Chris watches, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start exploring around, loosening myself up while I wait for gravity to do it’s work. A few seconds later, the process begins, and I slide my fingers out of my pussy and cup my hand right beneath it.

“Want to see something nasty?” I say.

Smiling, Chris nods his head.

As he looks on, I squeeze my insides, forcing his cum to drip out of my pussy and into the palm of my hand. Once there’s a good portion in my palm, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.

Chris laughs under his breath and shakes his head in amazement as I tilt my head back and swallow his cum down.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”

“You say that like you’re surprised,” I say.

“That’s because I am,” Chris replies. “Don’t get me wrong, I knew you loved to fuck, but I had no idea you were this depraved.”

“Hell, you haven’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I say. “This was a 6, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10.”

“So it gets even nastier than this?”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll experience it first hand.”

“I can’t wait,” Chris says.

“Well, how long you have to wait is up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” I ask. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

“Tonight?” he says.

“Sure,” I reply. “Why not? Can’t you go twice in one night?”

“Hell, I can go more than twice.”

“Prove it,” I say.

“I will,” he replies, smiling. “Just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I say. “As long as you promise to be ready to turn it up a notch.”

“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”

“Good,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and heading towards the bathroom. “Then lets get ourselves cleaned up so we can get all dirty again.”

He’s got a huge smile on his face as he follows me into the bathroom. I start the shower and we climb in and it isn’t long before we’re going at it again.

Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.






Well, so much for that.

The last time I wrote one of these confessions, I was coming off a particularly romantic session, so utterly unlike any of my previous nights with an escort that I swore them off and decided to make a run at a traditional relationship.

That was almost six months ago. Six months of confusion, emotional distress, arguments, disillusionment, and worst of all, boring sex.

So I gave up.

Last night, after contentious evening with my so-called girlfriend that ended with us broken up and me angry as hell, I made the call. I set up an evening with Jenna Mynx, a pornstar who escorts on the side. Although I’ve never been with her before, I feel like I know her well, having jerked off to way too many of her movies over the past few years.

Normally I don’t set up sessions with porn stars, mostly because they use their notoriety as an excuse to charge three times the average going rate. But I figured after taking so much time off in an attempt to go the legitimate route, I deserved to splurge. And so I did. Jenna is one of the most popular pornstars in the world, and from what I understand—not to mention what I’ve seen on screen—an incredible fuck.




My stomach is full of butterflies as I wait in my hotel room, working on my eighth beer of the evening. Normally, a session with an escort doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the six-month layoff combined with the fact that I was going to spend the evening with a pornstar instead of a normal escort had given me a good case of the nerves.

I’m reasonably certain it won’t affect my performance, but I’m sure it will mess with my personality a bit. Even with all the beers I’ve already finished, I’m still feeling a bit on the shy side. Although I doubt it will matter at all. Jenna is known for being a heavy talker, plus she’s undoubtedly used to being men who are a bit star-struck, so I’m sure she won’t care that I’m most likely going to keep my mouth closed all night.

There’s a knock on the door. I pound the last of my beer, take a deep breath, and head over towards it. After taking another deep breath, I open the door.

Standing there, in the flesh, is Jenna. I take her in with my eyes all at once, staring at her for what seems like an hour but is really only a second.

When I called I asked that she come over dressed normally instead of all decked out in a typical pornstar outfit and she’s obliged, wearing a pink and white striped short-sleeve sweater that exposes a little strip of tanned skin at the bottom of her washboard stomach, a pair of blue jeans and heeled sandals. Her long black hair covers half her gorgeous face and her makeup is relatively subtle, compared to some of the getups I’d seen her wearing in the movies.

Her big, blue eyes were ringed with just a little eyeliner, she has a stud in the side of her nose, and subtle lipstick that matches her sweater. Her tits are small and perky but her legs are long and toned. She’s a beauty to behold, one of the most fuckable girls I’ve laid my eyes on in some time.  

My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to pound. Not just because she’s so freaking hot (although she is) but because it’s actually happening. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes when the girl standing out there waiting to come in and fuck me is a pornstar instead of a normal escort. It really shouldn’t matter, after all the principle is exactly the same, but it does. A lot.

 “You must be J.T.,” Jenna says, taking my shyness in stride, just as I figured she would.

I nod.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“Of course not,” I manage to say. I stand aside and she walks by me. I peek at her ass as she walks by. It’s as tight as it always appears to be onscreen. I close the door and turn to face her. 

She’s standing there, staring at me with an expectant look on her face. It takes me a moment but I eventually figure out what she wants. I dig into my pocket and pull out a wad of cash and hand it to her.

She gives me a little nod of thanks, then counts it and slips it into her purse. “You seem a little nervous,” she says. “Is this your first time doing something like this?”

“No,” I say. “But it’s been a while.”

“Just relax,” she says, dropping her purse on the coffee table. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She steps towards me and leans in and kisses me. I kiss her back, opening up my lips to accept her tongue. As we explore each other’s mouths, her hands drop down to my waist. She deftly undoes my belt and the top button of my pants, followed by the zipper.

As I take a deep breath to keep myself under control, she drops to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down as she goes.

With my pants down around my ankles, I watch Jenna as she grabs a hold of my cock and holds it up against my stomach and runs her tongue lightly over my balls. Smiling, she looks up at me.

“You like that don’t you,” she says. “You like it when I lick your balls.”

I nod.

Smiling up at me, she goes back to work on my balls, taking them in her mouth and bouncing them around with her tongue while her hand moves up and down on my cock, gently jerking me off.

Eventually she releases my balls and lets go of my cock, allowing it to hang naturally, or as natural as a rock-hard cock can hang. It’s sticking straight out, parallel to the ground.

“You’ve got a very nice-looking cock,” she says. “Do you mind if I take it in my mouth?”

I shake my head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” she says.

Jenna opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. With her hand gripping the base, she sucks on the head for a few seconds. She pulls her mouth off my cock, gathers up some saliva and spits on it. Her eyes still looking up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she  jerks me off, working the saliva in.

“Do you like how my lips feel around your cock?” she asks.

I nod again.

She laughs. “You don’t talk much do you?”

I shake my head.

Her mouth turns up in a little half-smile. “Feeling a little shy, are we?”

I nod.

“That’s okay,” she says, still working my cock with her hand. “I’m used to it. Besides, I’ll talk more than enough for the both of us. Unless you don’t like that sort of thing, of course.”

“No, I like it,” I say.

“Good,” Jenna says. “Because my mouth has a mind of it’s own.” She pops it open, her lips creating a big O. She slips my cock into her mouth, taking it almost all the way down before sliding it back out. “See what I mean,” she says once my cock is clear of her lips. “I just can’t seem to keep it closed.”

Smiling, I laugh softly and shake my head.

“Oh wow,” she says. “You do you have a personality after all.”

I raise my hand and bring my forefinger and thumb close together. “A little one,” I say.

Jenna laughs. “That’s okay,” she says. “The size of your personality isn’t what’s important right now. The size of your cock is. And it’s certainly not a little one.”

She takes my cock in her mouth again and starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking it three quarters of the way down every time, sucking me off at a good, solid, medium pace, her hand working in unison with her mouth.

She slides her knees back a little bit, until she’s in the traditional doggy-style position, giving me a much better view of her ass.

While she continues working my cock, I bend over and grab ahold of one of her ass cheeks and give it a squeeze. It’s soft at the surface but hard just underneath, big and shapely and extremely well-maintained.

Jenna pulls my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, “You like my ass, don’t you.”

It’s not a question, not really, but I nod in reply anyway.

“Well then, let’s give you a better look.” She quickly slips out of her jeans and tosses them over by her purse, then climbs back into the same position as earlier; on her hands and knees, my cock in her mouth, her ass sticking up in the air. Now she’s wearing only a red g-string that barely covers her holes and leaves the rest of her round, bubbly ass exposed.

It’s such a perfect ass that I can’t help myself. I reach back and give it a little smack.

She lets out a yet little yelp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure.

Taking this as a good sign, I switched my hand over to her other ass cheek and give it a smack also.

Jenna reacts the same way, punctuating her enjoyment by going after my cock with a little more urgency.

Enjoying the way things are going, I smack her ass again, a little bit harder this time. She ups the energy even more. So I smack her again, and again, and again, trading off ass cheeks, my slaps getting a little more intense every time, my cock growing harder and harder inside her mouth as she continues matching my aggression.

Once both her ass cheeks are good and red, I stand up straight once again and look down to watch her suck my cock.

She sees me watching and gives me a wink then rises up a little higher. Putting her hands on my thighs for balance she pushes her head forward, taking my entire cock in her mouth, and holding it there, deep in her throat.

“Holy fuck,” I moan under my breath as she deepthroats me for a good five seconds before pulling her head off.

“Do you like that?” she asks after catching her breath. “Do you like it when I swallow your entire cock and hold it deep in my throat?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” I say.

“Oooohhhh, you actually spoke,” she says. “You must really like it.”

I nod.

Laughing softly, she wraps her lips around my cock and again deepthroats me, this time maintaining eye contact the entire time.

I put my hands on the back of her head and force my cock even further down her throat, until her nose is pressing up against my skin and her bottom lip is touching my ballsack.

Jenna gags and coughs and tries to back away but I don’t let her, holding her head in place with my hands for another couple seconds before finally letting her go. Her head flies back and she gasps for air.

Once she’s caught her breath, she gathers up a bunch in saliva and spits it on my cock and starts working it in with her hand. Looking up at me, her eyes filled with excitement and her lips turned up in a big smile, she says, “You like taking charge, do you?”

“Sometimes,” I say.

“Then go right ahead,” she says, putting her arms behind her back and opening her mouth wide. “Take charge. Show me what you can do.”  

I take a half step forward and slide my cock into her mouth, then grab two handfuls of her hair and move my hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

I start off relatively slowly, giving her my entire cock from tip to base in a series of medium-paced pumps. Wet, gagging sounds are coming from her mouth and saliva is dripping down her chin, some of it getting on her chest and some of it getting on the floor. She’s still looking up at me, tears leaking down her puppy-dog eyes, making a mess of her mascara.

Even though it’s probably all an act, the look of pure submission on Jenna’s face fuels me further, and it isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock into her mouth more intensely, my balls slapping up against her chin at the end of every thrust. I hammer her face a few more times before holding it deep in her throat, forcing her to deepthroat me once again.

After holding my cock in her throat for a full eight seconds this time, I release her head, giving her the chance to back away, but she stays there for a couple more seconds on her own before finally pulling her head off.

Before she even has a chance to catch her breath, I bend over at the waist and stick my tongue in her mouth. With her chest heaving, we make out, the sensation amplified by her desperate need for air.

One of her hands migrates to my cock and starts playing with it while one of mine makes its way under her sweater to one of her breasts to rub and caress her nipple.

Eventually I break off the kiss, allowing her to finally fully catch her breath. We both take the time to shrug our shirts off, leaving her red g-string as the only piece of clothing on either of us.

Looking up at me as I stand over her, Jenna says, “Are you ready to stick that nice cock of yours in my pussy?”

I nod.

“I’m ready for it to,” she says. “Well, almost. First I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything you want,” I say.

“Anything?” she asks.

I nod.

“Well, in that case . . .”

Jenna releases my cock and turns her body so she’s facing away from me. She slips her panties off then drops her hands to the floor, putting her in the doggy position. With her back arched and her ass up in the air she turns her upper body to look back at me.

“Well,” she says. “What are you waiting for? Come on down here and eat my pussy.”

I drop down to my hands and knees and stick my tongue out and run it up her shaved, sweet snatch, starting at the bottom and finishing up near her asshole.

I do this a couple times, my tongue penetrating her pussy a little more deeply with every pass, building up the anticipation. After getting her pussy nice and wet, I bury my face between her cheeks, my nose pressing up against her asshole, my rigid tongue pushing deep inside her pussy.

“There you go,” she says. “Stick that tongue deep in my pussy.”

I grab ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, then press my face more firmly against her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, moaning as she says the words. Her upper body is still turned, allowing her to look back and watch me as I eat her pussy. “You like the taste of my sweet little snatch, don’t you?” she says.

I nod as best I can without slipping my tongue out of her pussy.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she says. “Here, let me help you get a better taste.”

Smiling, she reaches back with one arm and grabs the back of my head and pulls me in tighter against her, smashing my face against her flesh. Her pussy is gushing by now, drenching my entire face with her juices as she holds me in place.

My breath grow more shallow, searching for air wherever it can be found. There isn’t much of it, and what there is seems to come from inside Jenna. I feel like I’m breathing in her essence, and it’s making me lightheaded. But instead of causing panic, it makes me feel euphoric. If I’m going to get smothered to death what better place to do so than Jenna Mynx’s pussy?

My peripheral vision is just starting to turn gray when Jenna finally releases my head. I pull back a little bit and breathe some good, clean air in an attempt to clear my head. I’m just starting to feel normal again when she slams her ass back into my face one more time.

But instead of holding it there she pulls back quickly before slamming it back again. Jenna bounces her ass against my face a few times, laughing in pleasure as she does so.

Once she’s had her fun, she says, “Okay, you’ve been a good boy. I guess you can stick your cock inside me now.”

Staying on my knees, I raise my upper body and shuffle towards her until the front of my thighs are touching the back of hers and my hard cock is resting on top of her ass. I grab ahold of my cock and rub the tip of it against her pussy for a few seconds before sliding it in.

I work it slowly, starting off by giving her just the tip, then gradually giving her more and more of my cock until she’s getting the whole thing, from tip to base, with every pump.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” she says. “Work my little pussy with your cock.”

Jenna’s dirty talking gets me fired up. I put my hands on her hips and pump her pussy with more intensity, hammering away at her with everything I have while excited sounds escape from her mouth.

I press down on her lower back, forcing Jenna to arch her spine. This alters the angle of entry and allows me to penetrate her more deeply. I slam away at her, the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” she says between shallow, desperate breaths. “Pound that fucking pussy. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

Jenna sounds like she means it, so I decide to test her out, slapping her ass with my palm.

“That’s it,” she says. “Slap that fucking ass while you fuck me.”

So I do, smacking her ass repeatedly while I continue fucking her pussy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says, practically screaming now. I’m pounding her with more aggression than ever before, my body slamming up against hers hard enough to cause her to yelp when we come together.

Wanting to mix things up a little bit, I wrap my hand around her waist and guide her to the floor so we’re both lying down in the spoon position, her ass pressing up against me. I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass, then slide it into her pussy from behind.

I work it slowly at first, getting used to the new position before gradually picking up steam. She grabs ahold of one of her ass cheeks and pulls on it, opening herself up to me even more.

It isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, pummeling her while she groans and moans beneath me. She turns her upper body so both her shoulder blades are on the floor, leaving her lower half sideways to me, allowing us to make out while I continue fucking her from behind.

Leaving my cock deep insider Jenna’s pussy, I pause for a moment, then hook my arm around her leg. With the crook of my elbow under her knee, I lift her leg until it’s facing up towards the ceiling and continue fucking her.

Staring at her face, which is just inches from mine, I give her a little smack on the breast.

“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?” she says. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of nodding I give her an evil little smile.

“Well if you’re going to do it, do it right,” Jenna says. “Slap my tits like you mean it.”

So I do, smacking it harder.

“That’s more like it,” she says. “But you can do it even harder. I can take it.”

With my cock slamming her pussy more aggressively than ever, I slap Jenna’s tit again. The sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. She yelps, then a low moan follows.

Jenna’s body is bucking up against me, slamming into me just as much as I’m slamming into her. She’s looking directly at me, her eyes full of need.

“Smack my face,” she says, her voice low and serious. “I want you to smack my fucking face.”

I oblige Jenna, giving her a little slap on the cheek.

“Harder,” she says.

I smack her harder.

“Harder,” she says again.

I slap her even harder.

“There you go,” she says. “That’s better. Do it again.”

So I do.

“Again,” she says, her tone desperate now. “Don’t stop. Keep slapping me. Make my fucking face red.”

I slap her continuously while her moans grow louder and her breath rate increases until she’s practically hyperventilating.

“Punish me,” she growls while I’m smacking away at her. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

A low, guttural moan escapes from her mouth and her body shivers in pleasure.

I smack her again. And again. And again, unsure of how many times I’ve done it. But Jenna is still enjoying it more than ever. Or her body is, at least. Her screams and shudders continue growing in intensity until a huge, bucking, screeching orgasm finally overwhelms her.

Jenna takes a moment to recover, then pulls her pussy off my cock and turns around and pushes my shoulders down so I’m lying down with my back to the floor and my face towards the ceiling.

“Now it’s my turn to take control for a little while,” she says, straddling me, her knees on the floor on either side of my body. Staring down at me with a smile on her face, she grabs ahold of my cock and holds it upright as she eases her pussy onto it, taking just the tip of it inside her and holding it there for a couple seconds before lowering the rest of herself down onto me.

With her palms on the floor alongside my head, Jenna rides my cock, leaning forward so her perky little tits are in my face. I attach my mouth to one of her nipples while she moves her ass forward and back, still staring down at me.

I put my hands on her hips and help Jenna bounce up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Then I let my hands drop and slap her ass. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head and starts hammering herself down on me even harder. I slap her ass again. She replies by raising her upper body up and riding me even more aggressively than ever, her entire weight slamming down on me now.

“You like that?” she says. “You like when I ride your cock? When I bounce up and down on you like a fucking jackhammer?”

In reply I grab a handful of her hair and yank back on it, tilting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine, displaying her perky little tits more prominently. Hanging onto her hair with one hand, I use the other to give her tits a smack, first one and then the other.

“Hit me harder,” she says, practically snarling the words while she glares down at me with fire in her eyes. Jenna is totally into it now. “Fucking hit me harder.”

So I do, releasing her hair and slapping away at her tits with both hands. The sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room like a gunshot, echoing about, combining with the animal noises coming out of both our mouths to create a veritable symphony of sex.

Close to the point of no return now, I roll Jenna over, putting her on her back. She grabs her legs and spreads them wide, pulling back on them a little bit, her legs straight, her muscles taut.

“Is this how you want me?” she asks, the little half-smile back on her face. “Spread wide and waiting for you?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” I say, sliding my cock into her pussy and hammering away, my hands squeezing her inner thighs. I’m finally starting to loosen up, getting my groove back, losing the last vestiges of my embarrassment.

I smack Jenna’s thigh. She yelps and begs for me to do it again. So I smack the other side.

“Is that what you want?” I say.

This time Jenna is the one who nods instead of replying with words.

“You like it like that, don’t you?” I say. “You like it rough you fucking little slut.”

“I love it like that,” she says. “I fucking love it rough.”

I smack her inner thigh again, harder than ever, no longer worried about hurting her. She’s proven she can take it without any problem.

She releases her legs and starts rubbing her pussy while I smack the inside of her thighs some more, trading off from one side to the other, until both are red, while slamming my cock into her pussy with every last ounce of energy I have.

“Fuck me harder,” she screams. “Break me in fucking half! Turn me fucking inside out!”

Jenna grabs my hand and sticks my fingers in her mouth. I jam them down her throat, making her gag. A few seconds later I pull my hand out and wrap it around her neck, choking her as I pound away at her pussy. Her face turns red and she’s gasping for breath as I focus all my energy on her, choking her with one hand while continuously slapping away at various parts of her body with the other while hammering away at her pussy with my cock, my body slamming down into hers as I rise towards orgasm.

And then I’m there.

I release her throat and slip my cock out of her pussy and scramble to my feet, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to her knees as I rise. I don’t have to say a word; Jenna knows the drill.

She grabs my cock and slaps it against her cheek a couple times, then takes it in her mouth, working the head of my cock with her lips while her hand jerks my shaft.

No more than five seconds later I utter a string of obscenities under my breath, then my body tenses up for a moment before releasing, sending a stream of white sperm rocketing from the tip of my cock.

With her head tilted up slightly and her eyes wide and looking straight into mine, she jerks me off while I cum, sending my sperm spraying everywhere; into her mouth, on her face, her neck, her hair.

She continues working my cock with her hand until it runs dry, then wraps her lips around it and uses her mouth to suck the last couple drops from me as I shiver in pleasure.

Looking up at me with her cum-covered face and a big smile, Jenna laughs and shakes her head.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious once again. An unwanted bi-product from the last six months.

“Don’t be so jumpy,” Jenna says, standing up. “It’s nothing. I’m just . . . surprised, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Your skills,” she says, grabbing a hand towel out of her purse and wiping the cum off her face. “It was a lot more fun than I expected it to be tonight, that’s all. Especially after the way the evening started.”

“Sorry about that,” I say. “Like I said earlier, it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”

“How long, exactly?” she asks as she gathers up her clothes.

“Six month or so. I used to do it all the time but I decided to try and go the traditional route for a while. You know, a relationship and all that.”

“How’d that go?” Jenna asks. I can tell from the look on her face that it’s a rhetorical question but I decide to answer anyway.

“About as well as it did the first couple times I tried it,” I say. “Which is why I gave you a call.”

“And I’m glad that you did,” Jenna says, sliding her pants on and then slipping her shirt over her shoulders.

“Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice,” I say.

“No I’m not,” she says. “Trust me, I don’t bother saying things I don’t mean.” She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads for the door. “I had fun, I really did.”

The funny thing is, I actually believe her. Not that it matters though. Even if she is telling the truth I’m still gonna have to pay her if I want to fuck her again. Which is exactly how I want it, to be honest. No games, no bullshit, no messy emotions. Just sex, with no strings attached. Once you got past the money part, of course.

Jenna flashes me one last smile then exits the room. And just like that, she’s gone. And so am I. Until next time, of course. Which isn’t going to be too long from now. Whether you like it or not, I’m back in the saddle again. Or something like that.



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