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I know it’s a huge cliché, but on nights when I really need to get fucked by a stranger and I’m just not feeling like doing any real work, I’ll end up at the Irish Pub near my house around closing time.

It’s a popular place with the local college kids, and while most of the time I’m looking for a more mature lover, there are certain times when I feel like teaching a young man a thing or two in the sack.

Like tonight, for example.

I’m bored, a little buzzed, and my vibrator just isn’t doing it for me. And while I could pick up the phone and have one of my regular hook-ups over here in half an hour, I’m in the mood for a little adventure. So I tease my hair up, slap on some makeup, throw on a pair of black fishnet leggings, a short skirt, and a t-shirt that barely covers my stomach and head out the door.

Five minutes later I’m walking into the pub. It’s not super-crowded, but it’s pretty busy for a weekday night, and just as I’d expected, full of college boys.

Walking up to one and convincing him to come home with me is just too easy, so I decide to conduct a little experiment. I grab a glass of red wine from the bartender and head to an empty table in the corner and sit down.

I take a sip from my glass and survey the room, an indifferent but not standoffish look on my face. Anyone that makes eye contact with me I give a little head nod and a smile. None of the college boys out there know it, but the first one that comes up to me is going to get the night of his life.

Ten minutes later I’m on the last of my wine and still nobody’s had the balls to come up and say a word to me. I’ve seen a couple groups of guys whispering amongst themselves, as if daring the others in their group to give it a shot, but so far, none have.

And then, just as I finish my last sip of wine, a young man breaks off from his group of peers and starts over in my direction. He’s a good-looking kid, barely twenty if he’s a day, with a mop of blonde hair and an open, honest face. Simply due to the fact that he’s on his way over here means he’s obviously not shy, but he doesn’t seem like a cocky asshole either. He carries himself like a confident, cool customer. It looks like I got lucky tonight. But not as lucky as he’s going to get.

“Hey there,” he says as he arrives at my table. He’s a shade over six feet and around 175 pounds with a thin but muscular body. An athlete, no doubt, maybe a surfer. “I see that you’re out of wine. Can I buy you a drink?”

“No thanks,” I say. “But there is something else you can do for me.”

“What’s that?” he says, giving me a quizzical look.

“Sit down and I’ll tell you.”

He casts a glance back towards his friends then takes a seat across the table from me.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Troy,” he says.

“Okay, Troy, here’s the deal,” I say, leaning forward and smiling at him. “I came over here tonight to find myself a good college boy I could take back to my place and take advantage of. And since you’re the first one that came up to me, you win.”

Troy laughs and shakes his head. “You’re just fucking with me right? Did Scott put you up to this?”

“Nope,” I say. “Nobody put me up to anything. I just need to get fucked by a stranger tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.”

He eyes me sideways. “No shit?”

“No shit.”

“What’s the catch?” he says.

“There isn’t one,” I reply.

“Nothing at all?”

“Nope. Unless you consider getting super freaky a catch.”

“I call it a bonus,” Troy says.

“Then we should get along great,” I say.

“It sure sounds like it.”

“Of course, I have to warn you, I’m not like all those petite and demure college girls you’re no doubt used to banging. I like things a little rough. And I tend to take control of situations.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“What about sticking your cock in my ass?” I say. “Are you fine with that too?”

“Fuck yeah,” Troy says, his excitement palpable.

“Great,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “My house is just a couple blocks away. Wave goodbye to your friends as we leave.”




I lead Troy back to my place, open the door, and let him in. After closing the door behind him, I stride over to him, staring directly at him with a serious look on my face. Before he knows what’s going on, I put my hands on his waist and squat down.

With my head at the same level as his groin, I undo Troy’s belt, pull it off and drop it to the floor. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his six-pack abs and allowing him a better view of the proceedings.

He watches intently I undo the top button of his jeans and pull down his zipper, then slip his pants and boxers off, dropping them around his ankles, freeing up his cock. It’s rock-hard and sticking straight out with no sag whatsoever.

“Pretty impressive,” I say.

He mutters a thanks and offers me a little smile.

“Let’s see if you know what to do with it,” I say.

Troy lets out a soft sigh as I grab the base of his cock and start slowly stroking while cupping his balls with my hand. Staring up at him the whole time, I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of his cock, starting at the base and working my way towards the tip.

After I’ve run my tongue up the length of his cock, I spit on it and work the saliva in with my hand before taking it in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I suck on the tip of his cock, my head bobbing in short, quick strokes.

While I suck his cock, I run my hands over Troy’s chest, touching his washboard stomach and pecs, my fingers brushing his nipples. He takes a quick breath and I realize he likes this. So I tweak his nipples a little more, squeezing them with my fingers, our eyes locked together the whole time.

“You like that, do you?” I say, pulling my mouth off his cock for a moment. “You like it when I play with your nipples.”

Troy nods quickly.

I smile. “I’ll have to keep that in mind for later,” I say. “But right now I have more pressing business at hand.”

I run my hands back down his stomach and grab ahold of his cock. After slapping it against my tongue a couple of times I take the head of it back into my mouth.

After concentrating on the tip for a bit, I release my grip on his cock and drop my head further down, taking his cock three-quarters of the way into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before pulling back off.

As I’m coming back in for more, Troy puts his hands on my head.

“Oh no you don’t,” I say, grabbing his wrists and gently pushing them back to his side. “I’m the one in control here, buddy. And don’t you forget it.” I glare up at him and shake my head, then go back to work.

Troy’s cock is glistening with my saliva as I grip the base of it with my hand and again start jerking him off. I drop my head down a little bit and lick his sack with my tongue before taking one of his balls in my mouth.

Still jerking him off, I suck on one of his testicles, pulling on it, stretching his sack out until it pops out of my mouth, resulting in a low groan from his mouth.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I say, looking up at him.

Troy nods. He doesn’t look like he could speak even if he wanted to.

Laughing, I move over to his other testicle, giving it the same treatment. After popping it out of my mouth, I release my hold on his balls and lift my head back up and go back to work on his cock.

Still staring up at him, I run my tongue up the entire length of Troy’s shaft, starting at the base and finishing at the tip. Then I slap it against my cheek a couple of times before slipping it in my mouth again, bobbing up and down on it, taking it halfway down every time. After blowing him for a good thirty seconds without pause, I pull my mouth off, gather up some saliva, and spit on his cock.

“You like your blowjobs nice and wet, don’t you?” I say, using the accrued saliva to jerk him off forcefully.

He nods again.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I say. “The sloppier the better right?”

“That’s right,” he says.

After jerking him off a little more, I push Troy’s cock up, pressing it against his stomach and holding it there, sticking straight up, pointed at his face. Knowing from earlier that he enjoys getting his sack played with, I start sucking on his balls again, this time taking them both in my mouth at the same time.

I suck on them and bounce them around in my mouth for a little while before wrapping my lips around his sack and yanking down on it hard enough that he utters a little moan of discomfort.

I know that moan, I’ve hear it many times before. Yes, there’s discomfort, but there’s also pleasure. More of it than usual actually, as it’s magnified by the level of discomfort.

Laughing to myself, I release Troy’s balls with a pop and they bounce back up.

“Holy fuck that felt good,” he says, his breath ragged and huge smile on his face.

“Yeah?” I say. “You liked that?”

“I loved it,” Troy says.

“So you like a little bit of pain with your pleasure, huh?”

“Apparently so,” he says. “I never knew until just now.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” I say. “Because that happens to be what I specialize in.”

“Is that right?” he says, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

“It certainly is,” I say. “Do you want to experience more of it?”


“Then step right up,” I say, climbing to my feet. “And learn a little bit about the relationship between pleasure and pain.”

I grab ahold of Troy’s cock and use it to lead him to the bed. Once there, I turn him around so his back is facing it, then push on his shoulders, dropping him down onto the bed, face up.

Standing over him, looking down at Troy lying there, I play with my pussy, rubbing it until it’s nice and wet. Then I climb onto the bed and crawl up the length of his body until my pussy is hovering right above his head.

With my knees on the bed and my calves tucked beneath my thighs, with one leg on either side of Troy’s head, I drop down, straddling his face. At first I didn’t move at all, content to simply smother him with my flesh, my pussy right on top of his mouth, digging in, forcing his tongue inside me.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Get that tongue in there. Show me how good you are at eating pussy.”

I sit there for a good 15 seconds while Troy struggles for breath beneath me before finally lifting my body up for a couple seconds to give him a chance to breathe.

Sitting on his chest, staring down at him, my eyes locked onto his, I flash him a dirty smile. “You like that too, don’t you?”

Smiling back, he nods emphatically.

“Good,” I say. “Because so do I. Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Please do,” he says.

I lean down and stick my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips, then grab two handfuls of his hair and scoot forward and drop my ass back down onto his face.

Holding his head flush against the mattress, I grind my pussy on Troy’s mouth, pushing down with all my weight, forcing his head deeper into the mattress. Even though he can hardly breathe, it’s obvious Troy is loving it. His tongue is active, licking and tasting my insides with enthusiasm.

As I continue grinding away on his face, Troy sticks out his tongue as far as he can, forcing it deeper into my pussy. I lets out an excited little moan and start riding his rigid tongue, moving forward and back quickly, my pussy getting wetter and wetter with every pass, soaking Troy’s face and covering it in my juices.

I let go of Troy’s hair and start working my pussy with my now-free hand. It isn’t long before I’m aggressively rubbing at my clit while continuing to ride his tongue. My moans and groans fill the room as I approach orgasm. A few seconds later I let out a loud screech and my body shudders. I rise up just a bit as the orgasm arrives.

I smack away at my clit as I cum, squirting a steady stream of juices out of my pussy, making a mess of Troy’s face.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” he says after my stream has run dry. His head and face looks like they’ve been dunked in a barrel full of water. But his smile is wider than ever.

“You like that too, do you?” I ask, still squatting over him, my pussy mere inches above his face.

“I fucking love it,” he says. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” I say.

“Shit, I haven’t even done anything yet,” Troy says. “You’re the one doing all the work.”

“Well, let’s change that then,” I reply.

I climb off of Troy’s face and scoot down his body until I’m straddling his midsection. With my ass pushing back against his still hard cock, I lean forward and use my tongue to lick my pussy juices off of Troy’s face.

Once his face is clean, I lift my body up and scoot my butt back so my pussy is hovering over Troy’s groin. Then I grab ahold of his cock and slide it inside my soaking wet snatch. I take things quickly right from the start, riding him cowgirl, slamming my body down onto his, not showing him any mercy at all.

“Is this how you like it?” I ask, my head tilted slightly as I glare down at him, trying to keep my excitement from showing. “With me on top, riding you until the sun comes up?”

Troy nods, his face a mask of concentration. He’s wincing every time my body slams down on him.

“The pain is good,” I say. “It makes the pleasure that much better.”

To illustrate this fact, I put my palms flat on his chest for leverage, which allows my to pummel him even more aggressively. His winces turn to flinches but he doesn’t complain one bit. In fact, his cock is harder than ever inside of me.

After impaling myself on his cock for thirty seconds, I slam down onto Troy one more time and hold my body there, his cock deep inside my pussy. I lean forward until my chest is touching his head, his face between my tits. Then I shake my upper body from side to side, smacking him in the face with my tits. After I’ve beat him up pretty good, I wrap my arms around the back of his head, smashing his face against my flesh between my tits.

I hold Troy’s head in place, smothering him for a full 15 seconds before letting go. Then I shift my chest sideways and push one of my nipples into his mouth. With his eyes turned up towards mine, Troy sucks on my nipple. Once it’s hard, I shift again, giving him my other nipple. He licks and bites down on that one, working it aggressively.

After both my nipples are hard as rocks, I grab a handful of Troy’s hair and yank his head back. Then I lean in and stick my tongue in his mouth and explore around for a little while before pulling back.

Looking down at Troy with a little snarl, I once again start to bounce up and down on his cock. After a while, he runs his hands up my stomach and cups them underneath my tits, pushing up on them. I lean back, shifting my weight to the rear and putting more pressure on his balls as I continues pounding away at him.

“Holy fucking shit,” I say under my breath while he grunts away below me. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy. I love riding you like this.”

I continue riding him like an cowgirl for another minute or so before I’ve had enough. Keeping his cock firmly inside my pussy, I spin around so I’m facing the other way, my ass to him, in the reverse-cowgirl position. I immediately pick up where I left off, riding him intensely, pounding my pussy down onto his cock so hard that it’s almost painful.

I reach back, grab one of my ass cheeks in each hand, and spread my ass. Holding my ass open, I ride him some more before releasing one of my ass cheeks and sticking my index finger into my asshole.

I work the tip of my finger around for a little bit then pull it out and bring it to my mouth. Turning my upper body so I’m looking back at him, I suck the ass juices off of my finger.

I see Troy’s eyes light up.

“You like that, do you?” I ask. “You like watching me taste my ass?”

Troy nods. “It’s nasty as hell,” he says.

“You’re damn right it is,” I say, adding my middle finger into the mix, getting them both lubed up. “Do you know what else is nasty as hell?” I add after pulling my fingers out of my mouth.

Troy shakes his head.

“When I do this,” I say, reaching back and slipping my finger back into my asshole. A little moan escapes from my throat and I slow things down, riding his cock in long, steady thrusts while my fingers work my asshole. Once it’s a good and loose, I stick a third finger inside.

“Jesus Christ,” Troy says, marveling at my filthiness.

Moaning more loudly now, I jam all three fingers deep into my asshole, moving them back and forth as it continues to widen. Eventually I pull all three fingers out and lick them clean, one at a time.

“Your turn,” I say, smiling back at him.

Troy takes over, spitting on his middle and index fingers and then sliding them into my asshole. I reach back and spread my ass and start bouncing on him with more intensity while he works my asshole with his fingers. His cock is harder than ever inside my pussy, filling me up, turning me on like crazy.

After a full minute, I yank Troy’s fingers out of my asshole.  With my upper body still turned to face him, I slip his two fingers into my mouth. Once they’re sucked clean of my ass juices, I climb off of him and scoot my body backwards until my ass is sitting right above his head.

“Are you ready to get really nasty?” I ask, looking down at him.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” Troy says. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“If you insist,” I say. Then, with my hands still spreading my ass wide, I drop my pussy directly onto his face again. Only this time I’m facing the other way. I sit on his face with all of my weight, smothering him for a few seconds before switching things up.

Sliding my body forward, I change the angle so that now my asshole is right above Troy’s mouth. He sticks his tongue out and start licking my asshole, working it around in circles, getting my asshole nice and wet.

“That’s a good boy,” I say, shivers going up and down my spine. “Get that tongue in there. Lick my asshole you filthy little boy. Taste my ass. Get it all over your tongue.”

As I moan and shudder above him, Troy slides the tip of his tongue into my asshole and starts bouncing his face against my ass, forcing his tongue deeper inside me with every thrust. I release my ass cheeks and drop my weight onto his face, smothering him with my ass, and forcing his tongue even deeper inside my asshole.

As Troy struggles beneath me, I decide to repay him for his service. Leaning forward, I take his cock in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down.

I eventually lift my ass off his face, giving him a chance to breathe. As he gasps for air, I continue sucking his cock, taking it from tip to base, wet gagging sounds escaping from my mouth as saliva gets everywhere.

Once Troy is breathing normally again, he again spreads my ass with his hands and goes back to work licking my asshole. It isn’t long before I release Troy’s cock from my mouth and start climbing back down his body.

“No more playing around,” I say, grabbing his cock and holding it upright while I hover above it, my asshole nearly touching the tip of it. “I need your cock in my asshole.”

I’m still facing away from him as I insert his cock into my asshole. Leaning back, half squatting, my elbows locked out and palms on the bed back by Troy’s head, I slam my ass down onto his groin, taking him balls deep in my anus right away.

Not taking things slow whatsoever, I rides Troy’s cock, bouncing up and down, hammering away, my entire weight slamming down onto his body. As Troy grabs ahold of my waist, I run my hand down my stomach and insert two fingers into my pussy.

“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” I say aloud between gasping breaths. “I love the feel of your cock in my ass. Give it to me, baby. Fuck me like you mean it! Break me in half!”

Troy listens, putting his hands beneath my ass and holding my body in place while he jackhammers his hips upward, fucking my asshole with everything he has while I bang away at my pussy.

Things get so crazy that after one particularly violent thrust, Troy’s cock slips out of my asshole. I immediately pop my fingers out of my pussy and slide my ass back towards his head. Sitting on his stomach, I lean over and wrap my lips around his cock and go to town on it, bobbing up and down, taking the whole thing in my mouth, gagging on it and getting it even more slippery than before.

After Troy’s cock is coated with my saliva, I scoot forward and slide it back into my asshole. But instead of bouncing this time, I move my ass forward and back, grinding on his cock.

Troy gives me a slap on the ass. I turn my upper body so I’m looking back at him. “If you’re gonna smack my ass do it like you mean it,” I say. “Don’t be such a pussy.”

Laughing, Troy slaps my other asscheek, harder this time.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I say, riding his more aggressively.

He smacks me again, even harder this time. I let out a little yelp. He smacks my other cheek. I yelp again.

“Is that how you like it?” he asks. There’s an edge in his voice that hasn’t been there yet.

“Damn right,” I say. “Pain and pleasure go hand in hand together.”

Troy smacks my ass even harder. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

“Like that?” he says.

“Yes,” I reply.

He smacks me again. And again. And again.

I’m screaming now, “Yes, YES, YES!” as he continues smacking away. My ass is stinging but I love it. I’m practically in a perpetual orgasm right now.

My back arches and my head tilts back, allowing Troy to easily grab a handful of my hair and give it a yank.

I reply with a low moan. There’s nothing I love more than getting my hair pulled, especially while I’m getting my ass fucked. It’s heaven. It feels so good that I can’t even form any words. All I can do is scream and groan and try to breathe.

 Still yanking down on my hair with one hand, Troy slaps my ass with the other. And while I love it, I can’t let him get away with so much without giving him something in return. So I reach down and grab ahold of his ballsack and give it a rough squeeze while continuing to hammer my ass down on his cock.

Troy lets out a low groan and pays me back by yanking harder on my hair.

“You want to play, do you?” I say, not really talking to him but just talking aloud. “Okay then, let’s play.” I squeeze his balls more tightly.

Enjoying the implications of this little game, Troy pulls on my hair hard enough that I let out a sharp gasp that has a quite a bit of pain mixed in with the pleasure. Once I have recovered I squeeze Troy’s balls so hard that he gasps almost entirely in pain.

“Okay, okay,” Troy says, releasing my hair. “You win.”

I turn back to face him again, a little smile on my lips. “You’re damn right I do,” I say, not releasing his balls but toning down the pressure. I’m still squeezing, just not as hard. I want him to remember who’s boss. “It’s good though, isn’t it? Up to a certain point, at least.”

“Hell yes,” Troy says. “It’s fucking great.”

Laughing, I play with his balls while I continue fucking him, rubbing them together and juggling them in my palm while my asshole bounces up and down on his cock.

I straddle the line between pleasure and pain so successfully that I can tell Troy is right at the point where he’s about ready to cum. His groans are deeper and more consistent, his breath more rapid. But I’m not ready for this to be over. Not yet, anyway.

I let go of his balls, then smack them a couple of times, causing him to flinch.

“What the fuck was that for?” he asks. His voice is loud but he’s not mad, just confused.

“So you won’t cum yet,” I say.

“I wasn’t going to,” he replies.

“Maybe not,” I answer. “But I had to make sure. I’m not done with you yet.”

And with that, I lift myself off his cock, freeing it from my asshole, then spin around to face him, switching my feet so I’m still straddling his waist.

Standing over him, I play with my pussy, slipping three fingers inside and banging away. A few seconds later I let out a deep, shuddering moan and cum again, squirting pussy juice all over Troy’s stomach and chest.

I immediately bend down and lick my juices off Troy’s body, my tongue running over his flesh while my eyes remained locked on his.

After I clean Troy’s flesh of my juices, I squat down, grab ahold his cock, and bring my asshole down to it. Pressing the tip of his cock against my anus but not hard enough to penetrate it, I catch his eyes.

“Are you ready for the home stretch?” I ask.

He nods.

Smiling, I slide his cock back into my asshole. With my hands on his chest for balance, I drop my body onto his cock, taking it all the way down before rising back up, making his cock completely disappear inside my asshole.

Despite smacking his cock around a short time back, I can tell he’s still really close to cumming. Which means I have to work quickly if I want to get off again.

With this in mind, I bounce on his cock for a little while, taking it fairly slow, before straddling him proper and using my asshole to work his cock up and down and forward and back at the same time, my moans reaching a fevered pitch now.

Troy is fighting not to cum but I can tell he’s not going to be able to hold out much longer. So I start rubbing my clit with my right hand while continuing to hammer down on his cock with my ass, trying to get myself there before he does. And it works.

After working my clit for half a minute, I let out another animalistic moan and cum yet again, sending more of my juices squirting out of my pussy and onto his chest.

This time the spray is more powerful; it reaches his upper chest and neck and some even gets on his face. For some reason me squirting all over Troy turns him on immensely, immediately putting him over the edge. He curses under his breath a couple times, alerting me that he’s about to cum, as if I couldn’t tell just from looking at him.

Since I’ve already cum again, I’m more than happy to pull his cock out of my asshole. After bending down in front of him, I take the shaft of his cock in my hand and the head in my mouth. I then proceed to jerk him off while sucking on the tip of his cock.

I stare at Troy while I blow him to completion, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Troy’s body tenses in preparation of cumming. I’m guessing he thinks I’m going to take his load in my mouth but just as he start to shoot his seed I pull his cock out of my mouth and aim it back at him, pointing it at his head.

Staring at him, getting off on his discomfort, I jerk Troy off to completion, sending his white sperm shooting up towards his face. With no real recourse, Troy grimaces and turns his head to the side, hoping to spare himself the brunt of the explosion.

Luckily for him, just a few splashes hit his chin. Most of his load ends up on his stomach and chest and a little bit on his neck, mixing with my juices that I deposited on him just moments ago.

Smiling at him with a demonic grin, I take Troy’s cock in my mouth and suck on the tip, extracting the last few drops of cum from his cock with enough force to make him squirm. Eventually I let his cock out of my mouth and release my hold on it.

As Troy’s chest heaves in an attempt to catch his breath, I slide off him. I climb to my feet and head into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel in my hand. I toss it to Troy.

“Clean yourself up and let yourself out,” I say, turning and heading back towards the bathroom.

“That’s it?” he says, trying unsuccessfully to hide his hurt. “You’re just gonna fuck me and then tell me to get out?”

“Pretty much,” I say, stopping and turning to face him. While I wouldn’t mind seeing him again, the next stage is up to him. If he has the balls to keep going, then I’ll consider giving him a ring sometime. If not, well, let’s just say I don’t have time for men who don’t even have enough balls to not slink away in defeat.

“Can we do this again sometime?” he asks carefully.

“That depends,” I say.

“On what?”

“On whether or not you’ll let me get rougher with you the next time,” I say.

“Only if you let me get rougher with you,” he replies.

Good answer, I think to myself. “That sounds fair enough to me,” I say. “Leave your number and maybe I’ll give you a ring one of these days.”

“I can do that,” he says.

“Good. Then do it,” I say, turning and heading back towards the bathroom. After entering, I close the door behind me and start the shower. A few seconds later I hear the front door closing.

I climb into the shower and start cleaning up. Being a slut is a dirty business, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s just who I am. And I’m certainly not ashamed of it. Not by any means.







It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Scott Thompson saw Whitney’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as he watched Whitney’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to his patio.

Whitney was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As she got closer, he could see that her hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his name.

But, as it turned out, she did know it. And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Scott, right?”

He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m Whitney.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Whitney’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You got any more of those smokes?” she said.

“About half a pack,” Scott replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

“Not at all,” he said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through his system.

“Cool,” Whitney said, climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

She made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table. Scott shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her one.

“Thanks,” she said.

“My pleasure,” Scott replied.

Whitney took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Scott didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

Scott’s dick was getting hard just from looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to steer his mind out of the gutter.

“I don’t,” she said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

“It certainly is.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Something like that.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Fair enough.”

Whitney took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“It’s just not my thing,” Scott said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Whitney said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Scott nearly spit his beer all over the table.

“Oh, did that get your attention?” Whitney said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Maybe just a little,” Scott said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Whitney’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“About what?” Scott replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even knew her.

“About coming back to my place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing his excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Scott said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

“It does,” Whitney said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”




Five minutes later they were in Whitney’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jack,” Whitney said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

Scott nodded towards it. “Hello there, Jack.”

“Have you two met before?”

“Once or twice,” Scott said.

“Jack’s one of my best friends,” Whitney said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jack?”

Scott eyed her wearily, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing like this had never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

But before he could settle on a course of action, Whitney took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Scott grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“Bottoms up,” Whitney said, effortlessly shooting the Jack.

Scott did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

Whitney laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.


“You sure? It didn’t look like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

“I’ll be fine,” Scott said. And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

“Not bad,” Whitney said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Scott wasn’t sure if the butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

Oh well, he thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.




Six shots later and Scott was starting to feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

Whitney was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Whitney’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Whitney pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“So what do you say, Scott? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need to get fucked.”

Scott took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”

“You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”

“I can.”

“I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Whitney said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”


“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Scott took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

Smiling, Whitney said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Scott’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Scott said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Whitney said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Scott’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”

Scott started to say something but Whitney wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.

Whitney held her position—deepthroating Scott’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.

Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

Scott nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Whitney was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Whitney said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

Scott wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.

“I love it,” he said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Whitney snapped.

“I love it,” Scott said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Whitney shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

Scott nodded without thinking.

“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

“Tell me what you want,” Whitney said.

Scott was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for Whitney.

“Not very convincing,” she said.

Scott took another swig of Jack. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“Close,” she said, the psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it, Scott thought. No reason to hold back now.

One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Whitney said, smiling like a demon.

She slapped his cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again completely disappeared.

“Ho-ly shit,” Scott said as Whitney held his cock in her throat for what felt like an eternity.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.

Whitney took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered Scott’s cock, making it slippery as hell.

She shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face. She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch. She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking, gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.

The pressure was practically unbearable. Scott’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

And then, right when Scott thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Whitney was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards him, taunting Scott with its perfection. She reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Scott watched, transfixed, it dropped to the floor. Whitney stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.

“Well?” she said, her head turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”

Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried his face in between them.

“That’s right,” she said, pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”

Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every bounce.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.

Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him up from the ground.

“I need you inside me,” she said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told, his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly knocking him off his feet.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.

“You’re damn right,” Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

She slammed back into Scott again, but this time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the same time.

“There you go,” she said, slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”

Laughing softly, not used to having his sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard, he’d give her all she could handle.

He grabbed the back of her shoulders, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“Fuck yeah,” Whitney said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

She threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage, shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

“You like that?” Scott said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” Whitney moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like that too?”


He spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she screamed.

He spanked her ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

“Louder,” he said.





“YES!” Whitney screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

Scott spanked her ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had anything left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath, he leaned back against the counter behind him.

Whitney grabbed a hand towel and wiped his sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”

“Next time?” Scott said, too tired to mask his surprise.

“Of course,” Whitney said. “It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play around. Unless you’ve had enough?”

“Hell no,” Scott said.

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“You can just stop right there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck you again.”

“Is that right?” Whitney said, flashing him a nasty little grin.

“That’s right,” Scott said, grinning right back at her.

“Then let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to get real kinky.”

Scott reached back and snatched the bottle off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would, no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of them.







Eric is heading out to a bar to meet some friends when he gets a call from Roxy. They were fuck-buddies in college and continued with the same loose relationship after they graduated. They got together about once a month on average. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Eric says after answering it.

“Not much,” Roxy says. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading out to hang out with the guys.”

“Oh yeah? Is it set in stone?”

“Not really,” Eric says. “Why? Are you looking to hook-up?”

“If you’re in the mood,” Roxy says.

“I’m always in the mood for you, baby,” Eric says.

“Good,” Roxy replies. “Because I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

“I guess not,” Eric says, feigning sadness.

“Don’t worry,” Roxy says. “I promise you’ll like it.”

Eric laughs. “I’ll be there in little while.”

“See you then.”

Fifteen minutes later Eric knocks on the door. Roxy answers it. She’s an adorable little thing with long, dark hair, brown eyes with just a hint of an Asian in them, angular face, and a rockin’ body; five and half feet tall and around 125 pounds, with an athletic frame, firm, perky tits and a perfect ass. She’s wearing a black skirt and a white t-shirt with no bra. Her feet are bare.

“Hey Roxy,” Eric says.

“Sshhh,” Roxy says, putting her index finger in front of her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” Eric says, almost whispering. “What’s up?”

“Remember that high school friend I was telling you about last time we hooked up?” Roxy says. “The one that was hot as shit and a freak in the sack? Jasmine?” 

“Yeah,” Eric says, his interest piqued.

“Well, she’s upstairs right now,” Roxy says letting Eric inside the house and closing the door behind him. “And she wants to meet you.”

“No shit?” Eric says, a grin forming on his face. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” Roxy says, returning his smile with one of her own. “We’ve been teaming up on boys for years.”

“Then let’s go see her.”

“We will,” Roxy replies. “But we have to be quiet. I think she’s, you know—” She pantomimes rubbing her pussy.

“Playing with herself?” Eric says, his face lighting up.

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