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Shane Tyler

Tory Mynx

Jordan Parker

Jesse Flynn

Copyright 201 by BS Publications


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Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Clay Parker. Clay wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little dive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.

For Clay, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.

With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.

When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.

The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Clay. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.

With her long blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Clay to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.

Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.

Clay watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.

He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.

“Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Becky.”

“I’m Clay. Pleased to meet you.”

“Same here,” Becky said. “Mind if I join you?”

“I’d be honored,” Clay said.

“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Becky said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”

“Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Clay said.

“Then what took you so long to make a move?”

“That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”

“Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Becky said.

“Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

Becky laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

“Sorry about that,” Clay said.

She shrugged. “What can you do?”

Clay finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”

“What makes you say that?”

Clay shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

“Come on,” Becky said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”

“I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”

“Only from afar,” she said.

“Really?” Clay asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.

Becky nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”

“But it has to happen sometimes.”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”

“Oh yeah?” Clay asked. “And why is that?”

 “Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”

Clay laughed and took a drink of his beer.

“What’s so funny?” Becky asked.

“I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Clay said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”


“Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”

“Because you did it the right way,” Becky said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”

“I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Clay said, smiling.

“It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Becky said.

“Well thanks, then.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”

“Oh yeah? And what are they?”

“One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”

Clay’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”

Becky bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”

“I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”

“To what?”

“To going to your place and having a little fun.”

“I say what are we waiting for?”

Clay pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Becky’s hand, and led her to the door.




Ten minutes later they were in Clay’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something you need to know,” Becky said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Clay to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.

Clay broke their embrace and took a quick step back.

“It’s nothing bad,” Becky said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Clay said.

“No,” Becky said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”

Becky’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”

“Not me,” Clay said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”

“Where have you been my whole life?”

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

“I don’t know where I’ve been,” Becky said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”

“Where’s that?” Clay asked.

“Down,” Becky said, dropping to her knees.

“Oh,” Clay said as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Becky took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of Clay’s cock for a bit, Becky took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”

Clay nodded, unsure if he could speak.

“Do you want me to suck it some more?”

He nodded again.

Giggling, Becky took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.

Becky sucked Clay’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letting it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.

She grabbed Clay around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.

Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Becky quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Clay’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.

He let out a single, involuntary groan.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?” Becky said, her evil smile growing wider.

“Yeah,” Clay replied.

“Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.

“Holy fuck,” Clay said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.

“Wow, you really like that, didn’t you?” Becky said with a giggle.

“A little bit too much, I think,” Clay said.

“Tell me about it. Maybe I should just go back to sucking your cock.”

“Maybe you should,” he said.

So she did, wrapping her lips around his cock and working it with her mouth while jerking him off at the same time, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while.

Becky blew him with an experts touch, constantly altering the speed and pressure, mixing things up to keep him from settling into a rhythm that would ultimately lead to cumming way too soon.

As it was, Clay was far more excited than he should have been, forcing him to pull away from Becky long before he would have liked to.

“Sorry,” he said as he slid his cock out of her mouth.

“Don’t be,” Becky replied. “It’s flattering, actually, knowing that I turn you on that much. Besides,” she continued. “It’s easy enough to take care of. All we have to do is switch things up.”

“What did you have in mind?” Clay asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said. “Get down on the ground with your back to the floor. Legs towards the door. Head right here.” She pointed to a spot a couple inches from her feet.

Clay did as  he was told, thoroughly enjoying being ordered around. It was liberating being with a woman that knew exactly what she wanted, especially one that didn’t have a problem articulating it.

“That’s a good boy,” Becky said after Clay was in position. She slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of his head until she was standing directly above his face. Rubbing her pussy while she looked down at him, Becky asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“A few times,” Clay replied.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” he said again.

“Are you any good at it?” Becky asked.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” Clay said.

“Well let’s see if you can live up to my standards,” she said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto his face.

At first Becky just sat there, not moving at all, smothering Clay with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a hair, giving him a moment to catch his breath before dropping her pussy back onto his mouth.

But this time she started moving back and forth, grinding on his face, getting him all wet with her juices.

“Stick your tongue out,” Becky said.

Clay obliged without hesitation.

Becky reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving him deeper access. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding his tongue with her pussy. “Don’t be shy. Get in there. There you go.”

Clay’s cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. He reached down and started to stroke it, succumbing to the curious inability of any man to leave his hard cock unattended for any extended period of time.

“Oh, so you want a little attention too,” Becky said. “I think I can help you out there.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on Clay’s face, Becky leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, blowing him while he ate her out, both of them gradually increasing the intensity until Becky was slobbering all over Clay’s cock as he attacked her pussy with reckless abandon.

A good two minutes later, Becky said, “Enough of this shit,” and abruptly climbed off of Clay. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of paces. She was facing away from Clay, her head pointed towards the door and her ass sticking up in the air, right in his face.

Turning her upper body so she was looking back at Clay, Becky said, “I need your cock inside me. Come over here and stick it in me. Now.”

“As you wish,” Clay said, climbing up to his knees and shuffling over towards Becky until he was poised directly behind her. He stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, then grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slipped it inside her pussy.

“Just sit tight,” Becky said, her head still turned back, looking at him. “Let me work it for a little bit.”

Clay complied, holding his body still while Becky moved her ass back against him, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. She had shifted her upper body so she was again facing forward, her tight little body perpendicular to his, her spine arched so her shoulder blades and vertebrae were visible.

Becky locked her arms out and started rocked back harder against him, so hard that he was forced to grab her hips to avoid being knocked backwards.

“You want to take control, do you?” Becky said, confusing Clay’s act of self-preservation for initiative. “Then take it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Clay went with it, slamming his cock deep inside Becky’s pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Becky said, turning back to face him once again. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

Clay paused for a moment to climb to his feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving him more leverage. Squatting down, his body hovering over Becky’s, he proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time they came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the hallway.

Becky’s moans had grown in intensity; she was practically screaming every time their bodies came together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunts, still looking back at him. “Give me that cock. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

The combination of Becky’s endless talking, the look of absolute pleasure on her face, and the pure physical sensation were pushing the limits of Clay’s self-control. It took all his concentration to keep fucking her without cumming. And when she reached back with one hand and slapped her ass, it nearly put him over the edge. He had to pull his cock out of her pussy and scuttle backwards to avoid shooting his load right then and there.

Becky’s look of annoyance quickly turned to humor when she saw the look on Clay’s face and realized what had happened.

“Too much for you, huh?” she said, smiling.

“Almost,” he said.

“All you all better now?” Becky asked.

“I think so,” Clay replied.

“Good,” she said, turning her body around and crawling towards him. “Because I need more of your cock.”

Becky rose up onto her knees until her head at the same height as his. She leaned in and gave Clay a kiss then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back on the floor.

Rising to her feet, Becky walked forward until her legs were even with Clay’s hips, one foot on either side of his body. The she squatted down, put one hand on his chest for balance, grabbed ahold of his cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Becky started working his cock, bouncing down on him with gradual insistence, his cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before Clay’s cock was completely disappearing inside Becky, her ass hammering down onto his body, driving him into the floor.

After a particularly aggressive flurry, she slammed down on him one final time and held her body there with his cock deep in her pussy.

“You like that don’t you?” Becky said, staring at Clay, their eyes locked together. “You like it when I hammer you with my pussy.”

Clay nodded.

Becky dragged her hands off Clay’s chest and sat up a little higher, putting her palms flat against the walls, one on each side of the hall. Keeping his cock inside her, Becky started moving her hips in a circular motion, going around and around, taking his cock on the ride of a lifetime.

“What about that?” Becky said. “Do you like that too?”

Clay nodded again.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Becky said. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I love it,” Clay said. “I fucking love it.”

“That’s better,” Becky said, a satisfied little half-smile on her face. She dropped her knees to the floor, straddling him proper, then reached back and put her hands on his thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her head towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Becky continued riding Clay’s cock, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand, and started to squeeze. She let out a high-pitched moan and started pummeling him even more aggressively.

Taking this as a cue that she liked this new development, Clay maneuvered his fingers around her nipples and gave them a pinch.

Becky bucked even harder and her cries grew more desperate. Sitting straight up once again, she glared down at him with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

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

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on him with her full weight, their bodies coming together with a loud, wet slapping sound. “Smack my fucking tits. Treat me like a little fucking slut. Punish me, big boy. Fucking punish me!”

Clay continued smacking away Becky’s tits while she impaled herself on his cock. He was enjoying himself immensely—too much in fact. He cursed softly under his breath and bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to fight off the inevitable orgasm.

Becky recognized the look on his face and quickly lifted herself off of him. “No, no, no,” she said, admonishing him by wiggling her finger back and forth in an exaggerated fashion. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, mister.”

Clay laughed and shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Becky said flashing him a wry smile. “It’s perfectly understandable.” She climbed to her feet and held out her hand, helping Clay to his. Holding his hand, Becky lead him to the couch. “Now, I’m sure you need a chance to cool down a bit, and luckily, I have a way to keep you busy while you do.”

“How’s that?” Clay said. He was pretty sure he knew what she was hinting at but much like her earlier, he wanted to hear her say the words out loud.

Becky sat Clay on the couch and sat down next to him. “The great equalizer,” she said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that his woman comes away satisfied.” She held out her hand. It was balled in a fist except for her index and middle fingers, which were sticking out straight and pressed together.

“The boy scout salute?” Clay said, feigning confusion.

“Very fucking funny,” Becky said, giving him a mock dirty look. She grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening her wet, perfect pussy to him. “Don’t be shy,” she said. “Feel free to get in there and get dirty.”

“If you insist,” Clay said.

“And remember,” she said. “You don’t have to hurry things up. Take all the time you want down there.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Clay didn’t even bother rubbing the outside of her pussy, instead choosing to slide his two fingers directly inside. They went in without any resistance, just as he expected.

Becky let out a soft moan as Clay’s fingers entered her. He started slowly at first, but quickly settled into an insistent rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, his fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease.  

Clay gradually increased the intensity, slamming his fingers inside Becky’s pussy, her moans growing more animated as he banged her with more aggression. He sat up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on his arm.

“That’s it,” Becky said between gasping breaths. “Work that pussy with your fingers. Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

Never in a million years would Clay have thought he was being gentle with Becky, but he figured if she wanted it harder, he would certainly give it to her. He rose up even further, allowing him deeper access to her pussy, which he took advantage of, pummeling her with everything he had, his fingers working furiously, the tips of them curled up to rub her G-spot.

“There you go,” she said, her voice louder and higher-pitched than before. “Just like that, just like that. Holy fuck, just like that!”

Clay worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit.

“Goddammit that feels so fucking good!” Becky screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

Clay continued hammering away, his entire hand practically disappearing inside Becky’s pussy as she gripped the couch, using it as leverage to buck against him with everything she had, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her.

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

He had no intention to, not seeing the way she was getting off. Clay intended to keep finger-fucking Becky until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was begging for him to stick his dick in her. Even if it took all night.

It didn’t take nearly that long.

No more than thirty seconds after Becky had ordered Clay not to stop finger-fucking her, she let out a high-pitched, desperate scream and her body tightened up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching his hand and arm and dripping onto the couch.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Becky pulled Clay’s fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked them clean, one finger at a time, then jammed all three into her mouth at the same time for one final taste before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at him.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“I can tell,” Becky said. “So are you ready to stick your cock back in me?”

Clay nodded.

Becky glanced down at his cock, which was as hard as it had been all night. “Yeah,” she said. “I can see that. Just promise me one thing before you do.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Make sure you tell me when you’re ready to cum,” she said. “I’ve got something special in mind.”

“I promise,” Clay said.

“Good,” Becky said, opening her legs up to him. “Now come over here and fuck me with that hard cock of yours.”

Clay smiled. “My pleasure.” He cozied up to Becky, threw one of her legs over his shoulder and slid his cock into her wetter-than-ever pussy.

Becky let out a little moan as Clay slammed his cock into her, giving it to her balls-deep right from the start. Finger-fucking her hadn’t taken the edge off at all; if anything it had gotten him even more excited than fucking her proper had. But that was all right. Because of the stellar job he’d done with his fingers she’d already cum. He didn’t have to worry about pleasing Becky anymore. That job was done.

And thank goodness, because the way things were going, Clay wasn’t going to last very long inside of her. He’d only been fucking Becky for half a minute this time around when he could feel an orgasm right around the bend.

Clay slammed his cock up into her and held it there, her ass pushing up against him as his hips grinded into her, forcing his cock as deep as it would go.

With his explosion right on the horizon, Clay pulled back before hammering his cock into Becky again, pumping his hips furiously now, her copious juices allowing his cock to glide in and out of her pussy with almost no friction whatsoever.

And then he was there.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, just as he promised Becky he would.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Becky sprang into action, pulling herself off his cock and flipping around on the couch in a flash. Before Clay knew what was happening, she had her arms around his waist and her lips around his cock and was working it with desperate intensity, her head bouncing forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes locked on his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Clay said, giving Becky one final warning before his cock exploded. But it went unheeded, as she continued blowing him, apparently intent on taking his load in her mouth.

So Clay gave Becky what she wanted, relaxing his body and letting nature take over. He held his breath for a moment, then let it out in a rush, along with a stream of his sperm.

Even after Becky took Clay’s first blast in her mouth, she continued blowing him, drawing another stream out of his cock, and another, and another, taking it all like a champ, continuing to suck his cock until it was completely dry. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth.

Once Clay’s cock was free, Becky opened her mouth, showing him the reservoir of cum collected inside. Then, staring directly at him the whole time, she tilted her head back, swallowing his huge load.

Laughing, Clay shook his head. It looked like his luck had finally turned. “It’s about time,” he said under his breath. “It’s about fucking time.”






Jessica loves her job.

As the only female vice-president in her company, she has certain perks that she helps herself to whenever possible. Specifically, the junior executives.

All of them are desperate to move up in the company, and she takes advantage of this fact by forcing them to do things that they might not necessarily do otherwise.

Not that they mind.

Jessica is an incredibly attractive woman with platinum blonde hair, the face of a model and a killer body. And on top of that, she’s a freak in the sack, willing to get down and dirty with someone she’s only seen from afar or talked to a few times.

In fact, for the most part, the less she knows about the young men the better. It’s far easier for her to get nasty with a relative stranger than it is with someone she knows casually. Plus it’s less uncomfortable afterwards if they don’t have a prior personal relationship. Besides the whole boss/employee thing of course.

The whole setup works out perfectly for Jessica. The young men she takes advantage of aren’t directly beneath her so she isn’t in charge of their promotions or performance reviews or anything like that. But they all know that she has some say in what goes on and they long to be on her good side. So she can pick one on whim and do whatever she wants to them without having to worry about any reprisals.

All in all, it’s a perfect job.




On this day, Jessica calls Tony into her office. He’s been with the company for a little more than a month now, and from what she’s heard, he’s a good worker. Always on time, attentive, considerate, a little shy. Not to mention good-looking, with a sharply-lined face, dark hair, and a six-foot tall, finely honed body. All the things she looks for in a man.

Tony knocks on her office door and Jessica invites him in.

“Lock it behind you,” she says, smiling.

Tony gives her a curious look but does as she says.

“Have a seat,” Jessica says, beckoning him to a leather office chair in front of her desk.

Tony does as he’s told.

Once he’s seated, Jessica stands up from her chair and comes over in front of him. She’s wearing a white blouse with the top few buttons undone, revealing a good portion of her firm, perky tits and a short black skirt that shows off her incredible legs.

Tony is trying to avoid staring at her but is having trouble. He’s breathing heavily and there is sweat forming on his brow. He’s undoubtedly heard about Jessica’s proclivities around the office, but it’s hard for her to tell if he’s looking forward to having his turn or scared about what’s the come. Perhaps a bit both.

 Not that Jessica cares. She likes the confusion in his eyes, the discomfort that’s plain on his face. She gets off on it. In fact, you could say that it’s the real reason she does what she does; not just for the physical sensation that comes from it, but the mental stimulation too.

Jessica sits atop her desk and looks down at Tony. Her legs are slightly open, giving him a straight shot up her skirt. She wants to see how he handles the view.

“Do you know why I called you into my office?” she asks.

Tony shakes his head. His gaze is continually shifting between looking up at Jessica’s face and peeking at what’s between her legs. (Which is flesh only; she conveniently forgot to put on any panties this morning.)

“Really?” she asks. “No idea at all?”

He shakes his head again but he’s also starting to blush.

“Now, why don’t I believe you?” Jessica asks, tilting her head sideways and smirking knowingly at him. “Are you sure you have no idea whatsoever?”

Tony shakes his head yet again.

“You know what I think?” Jessica says, climbing to her feet then immediately dropping to her knees in front of him. “I think you’ve heard all the stories from the other guys and you know exactly why I called you in here. That’s what I think.”

Jessica reaches out and grabs Tony’s waistband. He quickly scrambles out of the chair, knocking it over in his haste. He tries to back away from Jessica but she stays right with him, shuffling on her knees as he moves backwards, her hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually she backs him up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” she says, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at her, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica asks, her excitement growing. She loves messing with men, especially shy ones. It gets her off. “Do you not like women?”

“It’s not that,” Tony says, barely able to spit out the words.

“Then what is it?” Jessica asks as she slowly undoes his belt.

“It’s just that . . . that you’re—”

“The vice-president of the company?” she volunteers for him, slipping his belt off his waist.

“Yeah,” he says.

“That just means you should be going out of your way to please me even more,” Jessica says as she drops his belt onto the ground. “Not denying me what I want.”

Tony sighs in defeat. She has him there. Her logic is unassailable. Just like it always is in this situation.

“I guess you’re right,” he says.

“Of course I am,” Jessica replies. She undoes the top button of his pants and goes to work on his zipper. “So just relax and go with the flow, all right?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“That’s a good boy,” Jessica says as she pulls his pants to the ground.

Tony’s raging boner is sticking straight out, hard as a log. His cock isn’t huge but that’s not a problem. Size only matters to a certain extent. As long as it’s not tiny that’s all that matters. And Tony’s isn’t tiny.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Jessica says, looking up at him. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

Before Tony can answer, Jessica takes his cock in her mouth. She already knows the answer to her question anyway.

She works Tony’s cock for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting him warmed up, then starts sucking it more aggressively. She takes it progressively further down her throat, bobbing her head forward and back, her eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact. It isn’t long before his cock is disappearing in her mouth with every thrust, tickling her throat, filling her up, making it difficult to breathe.

Jessica easily takes him all the way down a few times, then holds his cock in her throat, deepthroating him for a full tens seconds before pulling off. Her mouth is filled with saliva and she spits it on his cock then starts jerking him off again.

“You like that, don’t you?” Jessica says, staring up at Tony while working his cock with her hand. “You like it when I deepthroat your cock? When I choke and gag on it?”

Tony nods.

 “It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” Jessica says, getting off on his discomfort.

Tony nods again.

“Then just wait,” she says. “Because this is just the beginning.”

Laughing softly, Jessica drops down onto the back of her legs and slides in closer to Tony. Then she goes to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all while still continuing to jerk him off.

“What about that?” she says, looking up at him with a smile. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

Smiling wider, enjoying herself immensely, Jessica grabs ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeezes, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then she takes both of his balls in her mouth and sucks hard.

Tony makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Jessica can feel him tensing up so she pops his balls out of her mouth.

“That too, I assume?” she says.

Tony’s nod is more emphatic than ever.

“Good, because I’ve got more where that came from,” Jessica says. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods again.

Jessica stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and uses it to lead him over towards the couch set against the far wall of her office. Then she grabs a throw pillow from the couch and drops it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” she says.

Tony does as he’s told.

Jessica positions herself so she has one foot on each side of his head, her body directly above his face. She pulls her skirt up over her waist, revealing her neatly manicured pussy. Then she slips two fingers inside herself. They slide in easily; she’s already soaking wet. She works her pussy with her fingers while staring down at Tony.

“Do you like my pretty little pussy?” Jessica asks.

Tony nods.

“Do you want a closer look at it?” she says.

He nods again.

Jessica squats over him, one leg on each side of his head. Her pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth. She’s still banging away at herself, working her pussy with her fingers.

After she’s got her fingers soaked with her juices, Jessica pulls them out of her pussy, then bends down a little more and sticks them in Tony’s mouth.

He sucks on her fingers, licking Jessica’s pussy juices off of them.

“There you go,” Jessica says. “Lick them clean. That’s a good boy.”

Once Tony is done, Jessica pulls her fingers out of his mouth.

“Did you like the taste of my pussy?” she asks him.

Tony nods his head for what seems like the hundredth time since entering her office.

“Well you’re in luck,” Jessica says. “Because I’m going to give you a chance to get your fill of it.

She grabs a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against her pussy.

“Lick it,” Jessica says

Tony does as he’s told, going after her pussy with serious intensity, not holding back at all.

Jessica lets him work on her pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow.

“Not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. But I need a little more from you before I give something back. Have you had a woman sit on your face before?”

Tony shakes his head, adding a quick “no,” for good measure.

“Ooohhh, I get to pop your cherry,” she says, smiling. “Lucky me.”

And with that, Jessica drops down to her knees so her pussy is right on top of Tony’s face. Then she goes back to work on herself, rubbing her clit this time while she smothers Tony with her ass and pussy.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” she says. “But do you know what would feel even better? If you stuck your tongue out.”

Tony does as he’s told.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jessica says. Still rubbing away at her clit, she grinds her pussy onto Tony’s mouth and starts riding his rigid tongue. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”

A mini-orgasm washes over Jessica  but she doesn’t slow down one bit. If anything, she rides Tony’s face more intensely as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jessica hisses as her pussy squirts juices onto Tony’s face. She holds her breath for a couple seconds before letting it out in a rush as the orgasm passes.

“That was pretty fucking good,” she says, lifting herself off Tony’s face, giving him a chance to breathe. “How was it for you?”

“Fucking great,” Tony says between deep breaths. He’s smiling widely. It’s the most excitement he’s shown so far.

“I take it you liked it?” Jessica asks, matching his grin.

“I fucking loved it,” he says.

“That bodes well for you future,” she says. “Not only with me, but with any woman. It’s hard to find a man who truly enjoys getting smothered by a woman’s pussy.”

“Really?” Tony says.

“Hell yes,” Jessica replies, sitting on his chest now, staring down at him. “In fact, you did such a good job that I’m going to do a little something for you now. How does that sound?”

“It sounds awesome,” he replies. “But to be perfectly honest, I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

“You’re close to cumming?”

He nods sheepishly.

“Don’t fret it,” Jessica says. “Just sit back and relax and let me do all the work, and when you’re ready to cum, just let me know and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Sounds good,” he says.

Jessica scoots her body down until she’s  squatting over Tony’s groin. Looking directly at him, she undoes the last couple buttons on her blouse. Although her shirt is still on, her tits are now free and visible. In fact, Tony can’t seem to take his eyes off them.

While Tony stares at her tits, Jessica grabs ahold of his cock, holds it straight up, and lowers her body onto it.

Tony lets out a low groan as his cock easily slips into her wet, waiting pussy. Knowing that he doesn’t have much time at all before he cums, Jessica starts working his cock immediately, putting her hands on his chest for leverage and expertly moving her body so that every time she drops down on his cock it goes a little bit deeper inside her.

It isn’t long before Jessica is bouncing on Tony so hard that his cock is completely disappearing every time she gets the bottom. As his moans and groans grow louder and more insistent, she increases the intensity of her gyrations until she is slamming her body down onto him with some serious aggression.

 “You like that?” Jessica says, staring down at him. “You like it when I bounce on your cock?”

Tony nods. His face is screwed up in a mask of concentration as he tries desperately not to cum.

“Here, try these,” Jessica says, reaching down and grabbing Tony’s wrists and placing his hands on her tits. “Anytime you feel like you’re getting close to the edge, just squeeze them a little tighter, okay?”

Tony nods and immediately wraps his hands around them, squeezing them with everything he has.

“Oh my,” Jessica says, surprised at his sudden strength. But she likes it. A lot. So much so that she thinks she may actually be able to cum again before Tony is finished for good.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says as she continues impaling herself on Tony’s cock, slamming down on him with all her energy. She arches her back and grabs a handful of her hair and tilts her chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right,” Jessica says, riding Tony like a demonic cowgirl. “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Right there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Her moans are growing more intense with every thrust. But so are Tony’s. And his hands are squeezing her tits even more tightly, which means he’s closer than ever to cumming. It is now a race to orgasm, one that Jessica has to win if she wants to cum again.

With this in mind, Jessica takes more control of the situation.

She grabs ahold of Tony’s wrists and leans forward, driving his arms to the floor, pinning one on each side of his head. With her newfound leverage, she continues dropping her ass onto Tony’s body, harder and harder every time, trying to drive him into the floor.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Tony says through clenched teeth, his face a mask of concentration.

Jessica knows the look and the sounds coming out of his mouth.

“Not yet,” she growls at him.

“But . . . you said . . . I could cum . . . when I was ready,” Tony manages to squeak out.

“I lied,” Jessica says.

Tony puts on a wounded expression.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do, understand?”

Tony nods but it doesn’t hold any conviction.

“I mean it,” Jessica hisses, still hammering down on him all the while. “You’d better not cum until after I’m done with you or you’re going to pay the price. Got it?”

This time Tony’s head nod is a little more convincing.

“Good,” she says, her tone lightening. “Don’t worry, it won’t be long now. I just need to do one more thing, and I’ll be done in no time.”

And with that, Jessica releases one of Tony’s arms and runs her now-free hand under his chin and grabs him around the neck.

“There we go,” she says, her excitement immediately kicking up a notch at his expression of surprise at her latest move. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about.”

Dominating one of her underlings always gets Jessica off like crazy and today is no exception. She’s quickly rising towards another orgasm. She just needs to take things one step further and she’ll be there.

She releases Tony’s wrist with her other hand and rears back and smacks him in the cheek with it. His shocked expression exhilarates her.

She smacks him again.

“Take it, you little bitch,” Jessica says, slapping Tony with one hand while choking him with the other. His face is two different shades of red, a lighter one from the lack of oxygen and a darker one from the force of flesh smacking flesh. “Take whatever I give you.”

And Tony does, taking it without complaint as Jessica works him over, bringing herself right to the edge of orgasm while doing so.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jessica growls as a massive orgasm begins to wash over her. She stops bouncing on Tony and is now just pushing her hips down on his cock, driving it as deep as it’ll go inside of her. She stops smacking him too, instead wrapping both hands around his neck and squeezing tightly as she cums.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as the wave washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and causing her body to tense up. She holds onto Tony’s neck until the orgasm passes, then finally lets it go.

Air rushes into Tony’s lungs and his face starts to regain its color.

“Wow, that was fucking incredible,” Jessica says, smiling down at him. “Are you okay?”

Tony nods. His lips are even turned up in a little smile.

“Wait a minute, did you actually enjoy getting beat up like that?” Jessica says, her grin growing wider.

“Yeah,” he says. “I think I did.”

“Interesting,” Jessica says, drawing the word out as she files that little factoid away for later.

Most of the young men she takes advantage of can’t stand relinquishing control. It’s rare to find one that does.

“So are you ready to cum yet?” she asks.

Tony nods emphatically.

“Then let’s see what I can do to help,” Jessica says.

She leans forward and lovingly caresses Tony’s face and sticks her tongue into his mouth. With his cock still in her warm, wet pussy, they make out, while Jessica starts slowing working her body up and down on Tony’s cock.

After getting him back to where he was before she started taking control, Jessica breaks off the kiss and leans back until she’s sitting straight up again. Then she works her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of Tony’s cock. As he quickly rises towards an orgasm of his own,  switches it up again and starts moving in a circular manner, staring down at him the entire time.

“Do you like that?” she says. “Do you like how I work your cock with my pussy?”

Tony nods.

“Do you want me to work it faster?”

He nods again.

Smiling, Jessica starts bouncing up and down on his cock, not quite as aggressively as before but still with some intensity. She reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, allowing her to engulf Tony’s cock more fully.

It isn’t long before Tony is ready to cum. His face is again screwed up in concentration and he even utters “shit, shit, shit,” again, just like before.

“Are you ready to cum?” Jessica asks, still bouncing on his cock.

Tony nods his head.

“Yeah?” Jessica asks.

He nods more emphatically.

Jessica bounces on his cock a couple more times then climbs off just as Tony starts to cum. Holding his cock against her stomach, she jerks him to completion, sending his sperm shooting straight up onto her chest, some of it even getting under her chin.

As Tony’s cum drips down her chest, Jessica squeezes every last drop from his cock before finally releasing her hold on it.

“Not bad,” she says, smiling at him. “You definitely have potential. But there’s one more thing that I need to know before I decide about your future with the company.”

“What’s that?”

“Whether or not you can cum multiple times in one session. What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Tony says.

“Well, then let’s find out,” Jessica replies. Smiling, she walks forward until she’s standing near the wall.

Once there, Jessica leans over at the waist, her hands on the wall to help her balance, her legs straight, muscles taut, her ass sticking out.

She flashes another looks over her shoulder at Tony, then slaps her ass cheek. Giggling, she slaps it again. Still looking back at him she bends over at the waist with her legs still straight.

Completely bent over at the waist, Jessica looks at Tony from between her legs and beckons him over. As he makes his way towards her, she straightens up, then reaches back and grabs one ass cheek with each hand and spreads them wide, opening her ass up to him. “Come on and get your face in there,” she says.

Tony drops to his knees and buries his face between her cheeks.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jessica says as Tony goes to work on her pussy, running his tongue up it,  licking it like there’s no tomorrow.

Jessica releases her ass cheeks and grabs two handfuls of Tony’s hair. She pulls him towards her, smashing his face against her flesh. She holds him there, smothering him with her ass, his tongue buried deep in her pussy and his nose pressing up against her asshole.

Jessica can feel Tony struggling to breath but she holds him in place for a full 10 seconds before letting him go. His head snaps back and he gasps for breath.

“Do you like that?” she asks, looking back at him. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

Tony nods his head vigorously. His smile is threatening to split his face in half.

“Yeah, I thought you might.”

Jessica grabs ahold of Tony’s head once again and pull his face towards her. But this time she drops her ass a little bit lower, so his tongue is directly in line with her asshole.

Tony knows exactly what she wants and he obliges, running his tongue in circles over her asshole before plunging the tip of it inside her anus.

“There you go,” she says, grinding her ass against his face. “Lick my dirty shithole, you filthy little bastard.”

Apparently her dirty talking turns Tony on, as he starts to go after her asshole with more energy.

“Holy fuck, that feels so fucking good,” she says. His tongue is deep in her asshole as he struggles for breath beneath her.

Eventually Jessica lets him go, heaving and gasping.

“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him over her shoulder. “Not bad at all. But now I want your cock inside me. It is still hard, right?”

“It sure is,” Tony says.

Still grasping Tony’s hair, Jessica uses it to pull him to his feet. He pushes his body up against hers, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

Jessica reaches back and grabs ahold of his cock and smacks it against her ass cheek a few times before slipping it into her soaking wet pussy.

They both let out little groans of pleasure as Tony enters Jessica again. He tries to take things slow, but she don’t let him, bouncing her ass back against him with so much force that he almost loses his balance.

“Come on big boy,” she says, taunting him just a little bit. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you mean it.”

Tony obliges, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back towards him as he fucks her from behind. He hammers away at her pussy, giving her his cock balls-deep, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust as he grunts like an animal.

Jessica is loving Tony’s newfound intensity, but still she needs more. And over the years she’s learned that the easiest way to get that from a man is to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” she asks, turning her head to look back at him. “Come on, you can fuck me harder than that.”

Tony takes the bait, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upper body against the wall, smashing her tits against it. Jessica turns her face sideways and plants one palm against the wall on either side of her head to balance herself as he pummels her from behind.

“Is this what you want?” Tony snarls, leaning in so his mouth is right next to her ear. “Do you want me to shove you up against the wall and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”

Gasping, Jessica nods her head.

“Fine,” Tony says. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He puts his open palm against the side of her face and pushes on it, holding her head against the wall.

“What about this?” he asks, still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you like this too?”

“I fucking love it,” Jessica says, spitting the words out between deep breaths. She can barely talk she’s so turned on. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”

Grinning like a madman, Tony spreads his legs and starts pounding away at her like never before. With his right hand he smacks her ass while still holding her face against the wall with his left.

“Smack me again,” Jessica growls. “Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am. Pummel me! Break me in fucking half!”

So Tony does, spanking her ass repeatedly, the sounds filling the room like gunshots. His left hand creeps down her face a little bit and he slides three fingers into her open mouth.

Staring right at Jessica, his face a mask of concentration, Tony pulls down on her jaw while slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

All the rough stuff has Jessica ready to burst. But she needs something to get herself over the top. So while Tony fucks the shit out of her and slaps her ass and fills up her mouth with his fingers, Jessica slides her hand down and starts aggressively rubbing at her clit.

With all the different stimuli, it isn’t long before Jessica cums, the orgasm passing through her system quickly but intensely while Tony continues doing his thing, oblivious to what just happened.

But despite his obliviousness to her recent orgasm, he’s obviously having a blast. In fact, Jessica can see from the look on his face that he’s fighting another orgasm. She’s not through with him yet, however, so she shifts her hips forward and forces his cock to slide out of her pussy.

Before Tony can complain, Jessica quickly drops to her knees and turns around to face him, her back now towards the wall but not pressing against it. Before he can say a word, she uses her tongue to clean her juices off of his cock.

“I love the taste of my pussy juices,” she says in between licks, staring up at him the entire time. “Especially when I’m licking them off a man’s hard cock.”

Tony barks a harsh laugh and shakes his head, smiling all the while. He’s clearly enjoying Jessica’s slutty side.

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