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Misty Rose

Gina Lane

Hailey Jameson

Jeremy Holmes

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It was a Friday evening and Dan Evans was relaxing on the couch, watching ESPN, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Normally he let calls from people he didn’t know go to voicemail, but something told him to answer this one. So he did.


“Hi,” a vaguely familiar female voice said. “Is this Dan?”

“Yeah,” he said carefully, not sure what this was all about.

“Hi Dan, this is Gina, over on the other side of the building? I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Of course I do,” he said. How could he forget? They’d only met once but Gina was the kind of girl that left an indelible impression. She was older than him by at least ten years but was still sexy as hell, with a firm body and enormous breasts, plus an exotic face that had aged quite nicely. He’d seen her around from time to time, usually in the gym or tanning by the pool. She never had any problem showing off her body and he never had a problem looking. Staring, usually. But he’d only talked to her on that one occasion, the first time they’d met. Other than that he’d kept his distance, figuring she was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even worth trying to get to know her better. But maybe he’d been mistaken.

“I hate to bother you,” Gina said, “But I’m having a little bit of trouble with my wireless connection and I heard through the grapevine that you know a thing or two about computers.”

“That I do,” Dan said, a little deflated. He’d been hoping (even though it was completely irrational) that she’d wanted something more from him.

“Would you mind coming over and helping me out with it?”

Normally he didn’t do work for people in the building because it set a dangerous precedent, but for Gina he would gladly make an exception. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in her presence, let alone inside her apartment, even if she was just using him for his expertise.

“It would be my pleasure,” Dan said. “When did you have in mind?”

“Well, if you aren’t busy now . . .”

“Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a minute or two.”

“That would be wonderful,” Gina replied. “You know where I am, right?”

“Not exactly,” he lied, trying to play it cool. “Which number are you again?”


“I’ll see you in a few.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she said before hanging up the phone.

Dan changed into some clean clothes and gathered up a few of his things before heading over to the other side of the building.

As he walked he tried to keep his expectations down. Even though he thought he’d heard a note of anticipation in her voice right there at the end he figured it was just wishful thinking. What could a woman like Gina—and she was all woman, that was for sure—possibly want from him besides a little help? Unless she’d heard something about Kong. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. He’d never screwed around with anyone in the building and he doubted Gina would have had any contact with any of the women he’d been with in the past.

Besides, even if she had heard stories about Kong, they usually just scared women off. Normal women, at least. Unless Gina wasn’t normal. There was always a chance of that, as remote as it may be. Maybe, just maybe—

He cut off the thought. There was no reason to get his hopes up. Surely Gina just wanted him to fix her computer and then be on his way. If not it would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention a dream come true. Neither of which he believed in.

Dan turned the corner and arrived at 26B. He took a deep breath and knocked. She answered it right away, as though she’d been waiting just on the other side of the door. She was dressed more casually than he’d been expecting, wearing only a loose-fitting, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of red cotton shorts. No bra, no socks, no shoes. Her long brown hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower and she wasn’t wearing very much makeup.

“Sorry about my appearance,” she said by way of greeting. “I really wasn’t planning on having any company this evening.”

“No need to apologize,” Dan said. “You look great.” He winced as he said it, realizing how lame it sounded. But it was true.

“Awww, you’re so sweet.” Gina said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Come on in.”

Dan accepted her invitation. She closed the door behind him.

“Thanks for coming over so quickly,” Gina said. “I’ve got one more thing I need to do before I’m done for the day. But I lost internet access, just like that. And now I’m stuck until it’s back up.”

“No problem at all,” he said. “Are you on a laptop?”

“Yeah,” she said, pointing. “It’s over there.”

Dan saw the laptop sitting on a table by the sliding door that led to the enclosed porch. He sat down at the table and took a quick look at the laptop. The problem was instantly apparent.

“Uh-oh,” he said, sounding grave.

“Is it bad?” Gina asked, wincing.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Come on over here and I’ll show you,” Dan said.

He watched Gina as she made her way over. It was impossible not to. She filled up the room, making it seem like she was the only thing in it.

“See this button right here?” Dan said once she was standing over his shoulder. He pointed at a key on the top row of the keyboard, near the far right side.

Gina leaned forward to get a better look. Dan could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Her face was mere inches from his and it took everything in his power to keep to turning his head to the right and planting a kiss on her.

“I see it,” Gina said, placing her hand casually on his shoulder. “What about it?”

“See how the light next to it is red?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.


“That means the wireless connection is turned off.”

“And how do you fix it?”

“Well, it’s pretty tough,” he said. “What you do is you put your finger on it and press down. Like this.”

He pushed the key. The light turned green.

“Now it’s on,” Dan said. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and Gina’s home page came up on the screen.

“That’s it?” Gina said, incredulous.

“That’s it.”

“Fuck me,” she said, laughing softly. “Here I was all stressed out that my system crashed and it’s just one stupid fucking little key that got accidentally pressed. I feel so lame.”

“Don’t,” Dan said. “It happens all the time.”

“Bullshit,” Gina said. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“No, really, you’d be surprised at how often that key gets pushed. And how few people know what the problem is.”

“Well, I still don’t believe you but you’re sweet for saying so,” Gina said. “Now if you don’t mind trading places with me, I’ll finish this one thing up real quick and then we can get to know each other a little better.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Dan said, trying to mask his excitement with fake reluctance. “I don’t want to impose . . .”

“It’s no imposition whatsoever,” Gina said. “Really. Just grab yourself a beer and relax on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He was about to argue further in an attempt to keep up the appearance of reluctance but Gina’s attention was already on the laptop screen and he knew that it was unnecessary.

So instead he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. On one of the shelves sat a case of Blue Moon, which just happened to be his favorite beer of all-time. He grabbed one for himself and one for Gina and opened them up.

Taking a little initiative (he figured she wouldn’t mind) he grabbed an orange off the counter and found a knife in one of the drawers. He cut two slivers of orange and squeezed them into the neck of the bottles until they were sticking halfway out, then headed back to the living room.

Gina had already finished up with her work and was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return. He handed her one of the beers and sat down next to her, making sure there was a little bit of distance between them.

“How considerate of you,” she said, sliding the orange slice the rest of the way into the bottle, making it disappear. “I had no idea you were such a gentleman.”

“Neither did I,” he said, smiling.

Gina returned the smile and held her bottle up towards his. “A toast,” she said in a melodramatic voice. “To my stupidity. Without it we still would be unfamiliar neighbors, destined to look at each other from afar and never share a beer together.”

Laughing, Dan clanked his bottle against her then brought it to his lips and took a healthy drink. Gina did the same.

“I have to admit, I’ve never heard someone toast their own stupidity before,” Dan said.

“Yeah, well it seemed appropriate,” Gina replied. She shifted her body slightly and leaned over to set her beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a straight shot down her shirt.

Dan couldn’t help but stare. It was impossible not to. And he figured she wanted him to. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she did.

His suspicions were confirmed with her next statement.

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

“A confession?”

Gina nodded.

“O-kay,” he said drawing out the word to reflect his confusion. “Go right ahead, I guess.”

“I knew how to fix my laptop on my own,” she said.

He took another drink from his beer to stall for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. But they didn’t want to come together. So he played dumb. But it wasn’t really an act. Not at the moment. “I don’t understand.”

“I faked it,” Gina said. “I pretended something was wrong.”

“Why?” he asked, still not understanding.

“Because I knew you would come over and fix if I asked you to,” she replied.

Even though Dan knew that whatever Gina was trying to tell him was blatantly obvious, the specifics of it still weren’t coming together for him. It was as though his mind wasn’t working properly, like he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying because it was so far out of the realm of possibility.

“Why?” he said again, knowing how ridiculous it sounded before the word was even fully out of his mouth.

She looked at him with a crooked little grin. “Why do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because I wanted to manufacture a reason to get you in my apartment, silly. That’s why.”

“Oh,” he said, still not quite understanding. Then he realized the purpose behind the way she was looking at him and it all came crashing down. “Ooooohhhh,” he said, finally getting it.

Now do you understand?”

“I think I’m starting to get the idea,” Dan replied.

“And what do you think of it?”

“Your idea?”

Gina nodded.

“I think it’s a great one,” Dan said.

“That’s good to hear,” Gina said, moving closer to him. They were as close as two people could get without actually touching. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.”


“I’ve been watching you since the day you moved in,” she said.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Gina leaned back just a bit, feigning disappointment. “You hadn’t noticed?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Dan said. “I noticed you. Many times, actually. But I never thought that you noticed me. At least, not in that way.”

“What makes you say something like that?”

“Well, I am quite a bit younger than you.”

“You’re not that much younger,” Gina said. “What?” She made a pouty face. “Are you saying I’m too old for you?”

“No, not at all,” he said quickly. “That’s not how I meant it.”

“Then how did you mean it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if in anticipation of his answer. She was still pouting but it was obviously an act. Her eyes were dancing with mischief.

“I just figured I wouldn’t be experienced enough for you,” Dan said. “A woman of your . . . stature is undoubtedly used to a man who knows what he’s doing in bed.”

“And you don’t know what you’re doing? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what would you say?”

Dan thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t used to a woman being so forward and unpretentious. It was a nice change but it took some getting used to. “I’d say I have the raw materials but not enough practice to use them to their fullest extent.”

“And why is that?”

“Honestly? Because most girls I’ve been with can’t handle it.”

“What? Your cock?”

He nodded.

“Really?” Gina said, sounding excited. She sat up a little taller and glanced down at his groin area. “It’s that big?”

“You hadn’t heard?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d heard the rumors,” she said. “They’re flying all over this building. But rumors are one thing. Confirmation is something else entirely.”

“Well, nothing has been confirmed as of yet,” Dan said. “But from what I’ve been told, it’s pretty large. Of course, I don’t go around comparing it with other guys, so I can’t guarantee anything . . .”

“Well, lucky for you I have a bit of experience in this matter,” she said. “Do you mind if I take a look?”

“I’d be honored,” he said.

Staying on the couch, Gina turned her body to get a better angle, then reached over and unzipped his fly. Moving deliberately, almost reverentially, she slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around the base of cock.

“Wow,” she said, giggling with pleasure. “You weren’t kidding about the size of it, were you? If anything, you seemed to have downplayed it.”

Dan shrugged. “I was afraid if I talked it up too much you’d be disappointed once you caught a glimpse of it.”

“That’s the last thing you have to worry about,” Gina said. “The only disappointment I have is waiting so long to get ahold of it.” Smiling widely, she glanced up at him. “Can I get a better look?”

“Be my guest.”

Gina slid Dan’s cock out of his pants with practiced ease. It was standing at attention, all nine inches of it, sticking straight up and rearing to go. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, right above his balls. She wasn’t moving her hand yet. So far she was just holding onto his cock and staring at it with wide, excited eyes.

“Holy fuck it’s big,” Gina said, her voice marveling. She was obviously impressed. There was no way to fake the enthusiasm in her voice. “Although big doesn’t really describe it properly. More like huge. Or humungous. Or gigantic.”

“One of my old girlfriends took to calling it Kong.”

“Sounds like a perfect name to me,” she says, still staring at his cock, her eyes dripping with anticipation.

“Of course, we weren’t together very long,” Dan said.

“Let me guess. She couldn’t handle it.”

“That’s right.”

“I’m not surprised,” Gina said as she started to slowly stroke Dan’s cock. “It takes a special kind of girl to handle a cock this size. One with plenty of skills and lots of practice. Not to mention a bit of a sadistic streak.” She flashed him a nasty little smile. “Lucky for you I have all three. Unless, of course, you don’t like what you see.”

“Oh I like what I see, all right,” Dan said. “I like it very much.”

“That makes two of us,” she said. “So let’s get down to business.”

Moving deliberately, heightening Dan’s anticipation, Gina undid his belt and the top button of his pants, then climbed off the couch. She pulled his shoes and his socks off, grabbed his jeans and pulled them off too, then did the same for his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down. He finished the job, slipping out of his shirt.

“That’s better,” Gina said as she put her hands on his knees and gently spread his legs wider, then stepped forward until she was situated between his legs, standing over him.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his face turned up towards hers, his excitement growing as she stood over him, looking down on him. She was still fully clothed but this turned him just as much as if she had been naked.

Without another word, Gina dropped to her knees and went to work on Dan’s cock, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works his balls. She popped the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking him off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth dropped further and further down his cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking his view.

Dan reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. This just seemed to excite Gina further and she attacked his cock with even more energy than before. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she easily took his cock three-quarters of the way down, farther than any girl had ever taken his cock before. And the way things were going he was certain she could take it even further.

As if reading his mind, Gina pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment to catch her breath. She winked at him and flashed him a nasty little smile then took his cock in her mouth once again, this time dropping her head all the way down on his cock until it had completely disappeared.

“Holy fuck,” Dan said, trying to keep himself under control. No woman he’d been with had ever even attempted to deep-throat him, let alone pulled it off.

And apparently Gina wasn’t content with just taking his entire cock in her mouth. She took things a step further by holding it there, all the way down her throat, for a full five seconds before gagging and pulling her head back and letting it slide from her mouth. His shaft was slavered in saliva, the tip white from the constriction.

Gina took a couple of deep breaths and looked up at him, her smile wide, her eyes leaking tears but full of excitement.

“Oh my god your cock is huge,” she said, laughing under her breath. “I almost couldn’t get the whole thing down.”

“You could have fooled me,” Dan said, still marveling at her skills. “It looked like you took it no problem.”

“It was a bit of a problem, believe me. But it’ll get better. I just need a little more practice. Do you mind if I give it another go?”

“Do I mind if you deepthroat me again?” Dan said. “Is that really a question you have to ask?”

“You wouldn’t think so, would you?” she said. “But you’d be surprised. Some men don’t like it because they’re afraid it’s going to make them cum too soon.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Dan said, smiling.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Gina said. She returned his grin then went down on him again.

This time she took him so deep that her nose was pressing up against his stomach. She turned her eyes towards his and looked up at him as best she could but because of the angle it was difficult to see much of them. He applauded the effort though.

She held his cock in her throat for a full ten seconds before pulling off, her head flying back as she gasped for breath.

“Holy crap you’re good at that,” Dan said.

“You liked that, did you?”

“You could say that.”

“Do you want to see what else I can do?”

“I can’t wait.”

Gina pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her immense, glorious tits in all their splendor. Huge and firm and hanging perfectly, with giant silver dollar aureoles and nipples the size of pencil erasers. Dan longed to play with them, suck on them, smother himself in them, but before he could do any of those things, Gina gathered up the saliva leftover from her deep throat and spit it on his cock and started to stroke it.

Gina adjusted her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits were at the same level as his cock. She leaned in closer to him and spit on his cock one more time then stuck his dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” he said as she wrapped her tits around his cock, squeezing them together so it wouldn’t go anywhere. He didn’t think things could get any better. Then she started to bounce.  

“Holy shit,” he said, moaning the words more than speaking them.

“You like that?” she asked. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”

Afraid his voice would betray him, Dan just nodded as Gina continued to bounce on his cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of his cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

She squeezed harder, engulfing his cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she continued to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce. Dan wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. It simply felt too good.

Gina suddenly released his cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close he was to blowing his load. And based on how much skill she’d shown so far, he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that she actually did know.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dan said as Gina climbed to her feet.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Gina replied, slipping out of her shorts and panties, leaving her as naked as he was.  “But that was only the beginning.”

“I can’t wait to see what comes next.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t have to wait long.”

And she meant it, straddling him on the couch as she spoke. With her eyes locked on his, she grabbed ahold of his hard cock and held it upright while she positioned herself over it and then dropped her body onto it, her smooth, shaved, soaking wet pussy accepting his monstrous cock with ease.

Gina immediately started bouncing atop him, impaling herself on his cock, taking him deep with every thrust. Her tits bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm—up and down in accordance with her movements.

As much as he enjoyed watching her tits move, they were just too close for him not to take advantage of. It wasn’t long until Dan had his hands around them, squeezing and groping and exploring every centimeter, reveling in their perfection.

Gina seemed to enjoy the attention he was paying to her breasts, as she leaned forward and started pounding away at him harder than before. Apparently she liked having her tits played with as much as Dan liked playing with them.

With Gina’s shift in position, her tits were right in Dan’s face, mere centimeters from his lips, so close that he couldn’t resist. He latched onto one of them, his mouth around her nipple, and started to suck.

Gina groaned and started hammering away on Dan even harder. He ran his hands under her ass and spread her cheeks apart, giving him deeper access to her pussy.

This turned Gina’s gyrations up yet another notch, to the point of her slamming her body down onto his with enough force to make him flinch at the bottom of every thrust.

The room was filled with the sounds of their animalistic grunts as Gina continued to hammer away on him, intent on getting where she wanted to go.

A few moments later she was there. A deep groan, followed by a string of obscenities and a little twist and shake of her entire body and then she fell still. Her hair was in her face and her chest was heaving and little rivulets of sweat ran down her neck. It was sexy as hell.

“Not bad,” Gina said, flinging her hair to the side. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks,” Dan said.

“Ready for more?”

“Whenever you are.”   

“I’m ready now.”

“Then let’s go,” he said.

And with that, Gina spun on Dan’s cock, turning her body until she was riding him reverse-cowgirl, her legs on outside of his, her back to him, her ass pressing against the bottom of his stomach.

She grabbed Dan’s knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Gina said as she started riding Dan’s huge cock, bouncing up and down on him in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

His hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life.

“You like that?” she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock?”

Dan nodded.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Gina said, facing forward once again. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.” She put her hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively.

“Spank my ass,” she said.

Dan did as he was told without hesitation. Automatically obeying an older woman was something that had been ingrained upon him at an early age. Never in this context, of course, but his prior training took over.

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

So he did, slapping Gina’s asscheeks in time with her thrusts.

“That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.”

Gina continued pounding away at him, smashing his balls as she dropped her body onto him with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while he continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but Dan didn’t let up one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

Gina turned up the intensity even more. Her screams had reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at Dan, but were simply expressions of pure pleasure.

She continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she came. Her body shuddered and shook as the orgasm racked her body but still she didn’t slow down, pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still.

Gina didn’t rest for long, however, almost immediately lifting herself off Dan’s cock. She turned to face him and then dropped to her knees, her head between his legs, her hand around his cock, her eyes locked onto his.

“I love the taste of my cum,” she said, licking his cock, cleaning it of her juices. “What about you? Do you like it when I lick my cum off your cock?”

Afraid that his voice would betray him, Dan could only nod.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” Gina asked between licks.

“Not really,” Dan said.

“That’s okay. I talk plenty enough for both of us,” Gina said. “Unless my mouth is filled up, of course.”

She flashed him a dirty little smile then wrapped her lips around his cock and took it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she bobbed up and down on his cock a couple of time before making it disappear completely. She held it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out of her mouth.

Still looking at him, her hair falling down over her face, Gina slapped his cock against her tits and rubbed the tip against her nipple, then took it in her mouth once again. She attacked his cock, alternating between sucking it and licking it and jerking him off, her energy at an all-time high for the evening. Her free hand wandered to his balls and started rubbing and playing with them while she continued working his cock with her mouth.  

 “Holy shit,” Dan said softly, turning his head up to the ceiling, hoping that by not watching her blow him he’d be able to last longer. But the allure of watching her work was just too strong, so after only a few seconds of looking at the ceiling his eyes were back down, locked onto Gina’s as she sucked his cock.

Dan leaned back and took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold onto his load. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He needed to switch things up, and quickly.

He lifted Gina up and slid out from under her to the other side of the couch. She sat down and turned to face him, a puzzled look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Actually you did too much right,” Dan said. “Kong needs a little break.”

“Ahhh, I see. How long do you need?”

“I’m not sure. A couple minutes, at the most.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “Do you want another beer while we wait?”

“Actually, I had something else in mind,” Dan said. He leaned in towards her and slid his hand down between her legs. “Kong may need a break but that doesn’t mean my whole body does.”

“Oh,” she said. “You dirty little boy.”

“That’s right,” he said as he started rubbing her pussy. “So just sit back and relax.”

“Take your time,” Gina said in a relaxed voice. “Talk all the time you need.”

 Dan laughed under his breath and went to work on her pussy.

 He rubbed the outside of her pussy lips for a little while before sliding two fingers inside of her. They went in easily, without any resistance. He started moving them back and forth, sliding them all the way in, slowly but surely picking up speed.

It wasn’t long before he was slamming them in and out of her, curling his fingers a little bit to hit her g-spot. He grabbed one of her legs with his free hand and pushed it out and up, spreading her out and giving himself more room to work.

“Holy fuck, right there, right there,” Gina said, her voice rising with every word. “Bang my fucking pussy with your fingers. Give them to me, holy shit that feels so fucking good!”

Dan slid another finger inside of her and continued banging away. His forearm started to burn but he ignored it. He was having too much fun getting Gina off to stop anytime soon.

Gina was bucking against him now, forcing his fingers even deeper inside her. “Oh my god don’t stop,” she said, her words running together now. Her face and chest were red with exertion. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop until I fucking come again holy fucking shit fuck fuck fuck!”

Her every word spurned Dan on further, fueling his vigor, helping him push through the pain that was rising in his forearm. Hopefully she got to where she needed to go quickly; as much as he didn’t want to let her down, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go.

Luckily he didn’t have to worry, as Gina bucked against him one last time and stayed there, his fingers deep inside of her pussy, her hand gripping his wrist, holding it in place inside of her as yet another orgasm racked her body.

“What is that, three already?” he said, a wave of satisfaction rising up in his chest.

“Four, actually,” she said.

“Holy crap. Do you always cum this often?”

“I wish.”

“So I’m doing something right?”

“You’re doing many things right,” she said. “But don’t get complacent, we’re not done yet. I need your cock inside me again.”

“If you insist,” Dan said. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gina said, hooking her arms beneath her legs.  “Fill me up with that huge cock of yours.”

Dan lifted her ass up off the couch a little bit to give himself a better angle of entry and moved his cock in and out of her pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base.

Gina took his cock easily, without flinching in the least, something he’d never experienced before. It was quite a relief, actually, not having to worry about hurting a girl while he was fucking her. It allowed him to open up more than ever before, to go after it without holding back.

And go after it he did, fucking Gina so deeply that his entire cock was disappearing inside of her and his balls were slapping up against her ass.

“Holy shit it’s so fucking huge,” Gina said, her eyes locked on his, her mouth turned up in a little smile. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Give it to me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else before.”

Dan again did as he was told, grabbing ahold of her leg and using it to anchor himself, pulling her body back into his as he hammered away at her pussy.

“That’s it,” she said between deep breaths. “Just like that. That’s what I need. Give me what I fucking need.”

Emboldened by her encouragement, Dan turned it up a notch, pushing down on Gina’s legs to open her up even more and then laying into her, pummeling her with everything he had, fucking her like he’d never fucked anyone else before, bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm.

Gina’s tits were flopping back and forth in a perfect rhythm, bouncing right in front of his face. They were mesmerizing, impossible to look away from, so big and beautiful and luscious.

Gina noticed him staring at them. “My tits are gorgeous, aren’t they?” she said.

“They’re perfect,” Dan said. And he meant it to. They were absolutely perfect.

“They look even better with sperm all over them,” Gina said.

Dan’s took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. Just envisioning Gina’s tits covered in his sperm was enough to put him over the top.

“Do you want to cum on them?” she asked.

“More than anything in the world,” Dan said. And again, it was the complete, honest truth.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Gina said. “Shoot your load on my huge fucking titties.”

Dan couldn’t hold out any longer. The physical pleasure combined with Gina’s orders had him obeying her almost immediately.

He slid his cock out of her wet, moist pussy and climbed to his feet, his body still between her legs. He held onto his cock in a death grip, trying to hold his sperm in until the very last second.

“Holy fuck,” he said, moaning more than speaking as his body tensed up for a moment before going past the point of no return. A jolt of electricity rocketed through his body as he came, his cock squirting thick ropes of sperm all over Gina. Five, six, seven bursts of cum, each slightly less strong than the previous one, but all quite potent.

Looking down, he could see Gina’s body covered with his sperm. Her tits, stomach, throat, and even some on her face. There were rivers of it, all feeding into a reservoir between her breasts. He’d never cum this much before, not even close.

“That was quite an explosion,” Gina said, laughing as she looked down at herself.

“An appropriate response for the evening,” Dan said, dropping down onto the couch beside her. “Although I feel like I owe you an apology.”

“For what?”

“Cumming so quickly,” he said.

“Oh, it wasn’t that quick,” Gina said, waving off his concerns. “You lasted longer than most men do with me.”

“Well, that’s something, at least.”

“It’s more than just something,” she said. “Especially with the size of your cock. It doesn’t matter how long you go, all that matters is that you make the girl cum. Multiple times if possible. Which you did.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Besides, it’ll get better. You know what they say, practice makes perfect. A few more times and we’ll be making magic.”

“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?”

“Not unless you want it to be.”

“Hell no,” Dan said.

“Good, because I’d hate to have to say goodbye to a cock like yours after only one night.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about that,” Dan said. “My cock will be available for you as long as you want it.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“I hope you do.”

“So tomorrow night then?” Gina said.

“That would be great.”

“I figure we can do things the traditional way next time. You know, dinner first? Maybe even a couple of drinks?”

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll come by at six.”

“I’ll be waiting.”





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

“And where is that?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taylor nods vigorously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I fucking love it.”

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

“Hell yes,” I say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nod my head quickly up and down.

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

I let out a loan groan and grit my teeth.

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

I nod again.

“But it feels good, too, right?”

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

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

“Yes I do,” I say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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