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Scotty Diggler 

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Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

“You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

“That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

“Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

“What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

“Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

“I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

“Is that right?”

“Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

“Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

“You like that?” Eric asks.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies.

He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she says.

He does it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says.

Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

He lets go of her throat.

The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she says.

“You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

“The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nods.

Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

He pushes down on her shoulders.

She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

Her lips close around his cock.

Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

Jasmine shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

She nods.

He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

“Tongue out,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Always,” she replies.

Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

Eric thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

But Jasmine takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

He counts the seconds down.







He pulls his cock from her mouth.

Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.

Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.

He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.

Still she goes on sucking his balls.

He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.

He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.

“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says.

He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he says under his breath, shivering with delight.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.

He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.

Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.

Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” he says.

She obliges.

He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moans.

One of her hands move up and around his leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for the moment.

He leans over and sticks three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His other hand is still fondling her tit.

She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with her tongue.

This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.

It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too much fun.

So he turns up the heat even further, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and slapping away at her tits.

Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.

“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I just need a little break.”

“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”

“You almost did, all right,” he says.

He stands over her for almost a full minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Whenever you are,” she replies, smiling as always.

Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

Her face is glowing with excitement.

Still gripping her ankles, Eric spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.

Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Fuck yourself,” he says.

One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.

Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Eric can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.

“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.

“Another,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.

She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

She nods.

He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.

He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.

Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.

Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.

“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

Jasmine nods.

“Beg for it,” Eric says.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

“You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

He lets go of her throat.

Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

“I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

“You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

“That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

“It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

“Really? Like what?”

She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

“So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

“And you enjoy it all?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

“Is it ever up to you?”

“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

“People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

“What about other women?”

“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

“That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

“My pleasure,” he says.

She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

“Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

He’s right on both counts.







Nikki Fox, a stunning blonde with a thin, lithe, rock-hard body honed in the gym on a daily basis, is standing in the living room talking to her husband Mark, an equally fit, ex-college athlete with a full head of brown hair and an angular, attractively rugged face. Both are in their early thirties and both look great for their age. They’ve been married for 11 years, each of which has been better than the last.

There are many reasons for their continued marital success, including a complete openness with one another and an us-against-the-world attitude. But the biggest factor is their willingness to engage in deviant, perverted sexual acts; not only with each other, but involving third (and sometimes even fourth or fifth) parties.

Over the years, they have participated in many types of different sexual scenarios, sometimes setting them up themselves and sometimes letting others do the planning. But recently they have stumbled upon a game they like to play more than any other, the specifics of which they are discussing at this very moment in the living room of their immaculately furnished 3-bedroom house in the suburbs.

“Are you sure Cindy’s up for this?” Nikki says.

“Positive,” Mark replies. “I’ve been setting it up for weeks. She’s totally into me. I’ve had to fight her off with a stick for the last couple of days. She’s just waiting for you to leave.”

“And you’re certain it’ll go the way we want?”

“Positive,” Mark says. “You know me. I have a knack for these things.”

“You do indeed,” Nikki says. “That’s why I love you so much.”

She steps into him and sticks her tongue into his mouth. He returns the kiss and they make out, each more excited than usual. They’ve done this sort of thing before, of course, but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

Nikki breaks off the kiss and grabs Mark’s cock, gripping it beneath his pants. “I see that you’re already hard with anticipation.”

Mark runs his fingers under Nikki’s skirt and rubs her pussy over her panties. “And I see that you’re already wet.”

“You know I like the sort of thing as much as you do.”

“Which is why I love you so much.”

They smile at each other, their faces conveying genuine emotion.

“Now go,” Mark says, slapping Nikki on the ass. “Let’s get this show on the road.”




Five minutes later, Nikki pulls her car out of the garage and closes the garage door behind her. Two minutes after that there’s a knock on their front door. Mark looks through the peephole, just to be sure.

It’s Cindy. She’s wearing a slinky, lacy, black top and a jean skirt, with lots of makeup and her hair done up. Her intentions are obvious.

Mark answers the door, opening it and hustling Cindy into the house and quickly closing the door behind them, acting like they’re worried about getting caught.

Cindy is a 20-year old girl college student that lives down the street who’s home for the summer. She’s a cute little long-haired brunette with a thin frame, small but perky tits, a great ass, and legs that didn’t quit. But more importantly, the word around the neighborhood is that not only is she a total slut, but that she just adores older men. Which is why Mark and Nikki chose her for their little game.

“Are you sure your wife is gone for the whole day?” Cindy asks Mark as he leads her up the stairs to the bedroom, not wasting any time.

“Positive,” Mark says. “We’ve got at least three hours until she comes home. And I’m planning on using all of them.”

Cindy giggled and grabbed his ass as they climbed the stairs.

“Are you sure you can last that long?” Cindy asks.

“I’m like the energizer bunny,” Mark says, looking back at her. “I keep going, and going, and going . . .”

“I certainly hope so,” Cindy says as they come to the top of the stairs. “Because I’ve haven’t had a good fucking since I’ve been back from college. All the boys around here are lame.”




Thirty seconds later they’re in the bedroom. Mark’s pants are around his ankles and Cindy is on her knees, with one hand gripping the base of his cock and her lips wrapped around the tip.

“Do you like how I suck your cock, baby?” Cindy asks, taking a moment to slip it out of her mouth.

“I fucking love it,” Mark says, his head cocked a little sideways, listening.

And sure enough, a few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and then closing is audible throughout the house.

Cindy quickly pulls her mouth off Mark’s cock and looks up at him.

“Who’s that?” she whispers.

“It must be Nikki,” Mark says, acting surprised.

“I thought you said she was gone for the day?” Cindy whispers desperately.

“She was supposed to be,” Mark whispers back. They can hear the sounds of Nikki rummaging around downstairs. Marks pulls his boxers and pants back up and buttons them.

“What do we do?” Cindy asks.

“Nothing,” Mark replies. “She probably just forgot something. She’ll be back out the door within seconds.”

But immediately after the words leave Mark’s mouth Nikki calls out to him.

“Mark? Mark, honey, have you seen my cell phone?”

“I think it’s downstairs,” Mark calls out. Cindy is still on her knees on the floor, looking frightened and nervous.

“I can’t find it,” Nikki says. “I think I may have left it in our room.”

Cindy curses under her breath and starts to climb to her feet.

“No, it’s not in here,” Mark calls out.

“I’m pretty sure it is,” Nikki says. The sound of her footsteps on the hardwood stairs is audible. “I’m coming up to check.”

“What do I do?” Cindy says, panicked.

“Go hide in the closet,” Mark says quickly.

“But what if she looks for her phone in there?” Cindy says.

“She won’t,” Mark replies, forcing himself not to smile. He gives Cindy a little push in the direction of the closet. “Now go! Hurry!”

Cindy quickly moves to the other side of the room and scrambled into the walk-in closet and closes the door behind her.

No more than five seconds later, Nikki enters the room. She has a curious little smile on her face and she gives Mark a wink. He winks back and returns her smile.

“Are you sure you haven’t seen it in here?” Nikki asks Mark, her tone not reflecting her knowledge of the situation.

“Positive,” Mark says. “I’ve looked everywhere.” He flicks his head towards the closet.

“Is she in there?” Nikki mouths without saying the words aloud.

Mark nods.

“I think I left it in my pants yesterday,” Nikki says aloud.

“In the bathroom?” Mark asks.

“No,” Nikki replies. “In the closet.”

“They’re not in there,” Mark says, grinning widely all the while.

“Of course they are,” Nikki says. “I hung them up yesterday after I wore them.”

“Are you sure?” Mark says. “I thought you put them in the laundry already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Nikki says, moving towards the closet. “I know right where I put them.”

“Wait,” Mark says, more loudly than necessary, still playing the part for Cindy’s benefit. “I think I saw your phone downstairs.”

“Why are you acting so funny?” Nikki says, putting her hand on the closet door handle in an attempt to ramp up Cindy’s anxiety. “Is there something in the closet you don’t want me to see?”

“No,” Mark says, barely able to keep from cracking up. “It’s nothing like that.”

Nikki lets the silence build for a few moments, then says, “Bullshit. What the fuck did you stash in there? Your fucking girlfriend?”

“No,” Mark says, his smile larger than ever. He’s practically giddy with excitement. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“If I’m being ridiculous, then it doesn’t matter if I open this closet, does it?” Nikki says, turning the handle but not opening the door yet. She wants to make Cindy sweat it for a little while longer.

“If that’s what you want to do,” Mark says.

“You really don’t care?” Nikki says, opening the door just a little bit.

“Not at all,” Mark says.

Nikki closes the door and lets go of the handle. “Well, in that case, maybe I should look somewhere else for my phone. I don’t I left it in my pants anyway.”

“Like I said, whatever you want,” Mark says.

“I think I may have put my pants in the bathroom after all,” Nikki says. “Can you go take a look for me?”

“Sure,” Mark replies. “Which pants did you say they were in?”

“My black jeans,” Nikki says.

“Okay, I’ll check,” Mark says, not making a move.

“Go!” Nikki whispers, waving Mark away. She wants the situation to play out as real as possible to fool Cindy. If she realizes it’s a setup that’ll take some of the fun away. “And wipe that smile off your face!” she adds, whispering that too.

Mark turns and walks into the bathroom, trying unsuccessfully to stop grinning. Meanwhile, Nikki again grabs ahold of the door handle and opens the door to the walk-in closet.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding in here,” she says under her breath, flipping on the light to reveal two legs protruding from the bottom of Mark’s shirts.

Nikki spreads the shirts apart, revealing Cindy. She’s got a scared look on her face and tears are dripping down her face.

“Well, what the fuck do we have here?” Nikki says, staring down at Cindy. “You’re that girl from down the street, right?”

Cindy nods.

“Cindy, right?”

Cindy nods again.

“Care to tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my closet?” Nikki asks, her voice harsh.

Cindy shakes her head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” Nikki says. She grabs Cindy by the hair and uses it to pull the younger girl out of the closet. “Come on, you little slut. Time to pay the piper.”

Nikki drags Cindy out of the closet and into the bedroom.

“On your knees,” Nikki says to Cindy. “Right here, in the middle of the floor.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Two seconds later, Mark walks in. “Uh-oh,” he says, trying to look and sound dismayed.

“Uh-oh is right,” Nikki says. “What about you, Mark? Do you feel like explaining what’s going on here?”

“Well, uh—” Mark starts.

“Just shut the fuck up,” Nikki says. “Nobody has to explain anything. It’s pretty fucking obvious what’s going on here.”

“Listen, Nikki,” Mark says. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure it’s not,” Nikki replies. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid.”

“I thought you were out for the day,” Mark says, dropping his head.

“You thought wrong,” Nikki snaps back.

“Listen, I just—”

“Zip it,” Nikki says, pointing at Mark. “I’ll deal with you later. First I’m going to deal with her. She turns her attention to Cindy, who is still sitting on her knees on the floor, sniffling, trying to stem the tide of her tears. “What about you, Cindy? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy says, framing it like a question.

“You aren’t yet,” Nikki says, still holding onto Cindy’s hair. “But you will be. You’ll be very sorry.”

“You’re not going to tell my parents, are you?” Cindy asks.

“I guess that depends,” Nikki says.

“On what?”

“On you.”

“What do you mean?”

“The choice is yours,” Nikki says, “I can either drive you back home and tell your parents exactly what happened here, or we can dole out your punishment right here, right now.”

“What kind of punishment?” Cindy asks.

“Whatever I deem appropriate,” Nikki says.

Cindy nods her head. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“I’ll accept your punishment.”

“Are you sure?” Nikki says. “Once we get started, you won’t be able to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Cindy says. “Do you worst to me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nikki says, smiling like a demon. “We will. But first I want to get a few things straight in my head. Who started this whole mess?”

“It was all her,” Mark says.

“Is that true?” Nikki asks Cindy

“No,” Cindy says.

“No? So you came over here to fuck my husband against your will? Did Mark force you to come over here?”

“Well, no,” Cindy says. “But he started it. He approached me first.”

“Of course he did,” Nikki says. “He’s a man. They all think with their dicks. That doesn’t mean you can’t tell him no.”

“I tried,” Cindy says.

“Obviously not too hard,” Nikki says.

“She practically begged for it,” Mark says. “She came over here every time you left the house, trying to get me to let her in.”

Nikki looks at him for a moment before turning her attention back to Cindy. “Is that right?” she asks.

Cindy just shrugs.

“Yeah, I bet you did,” Nikki says, her attention still on Cindy. “You’re just a filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

Cindy shrugs again. A defiant little smile has worked its way onto her lips. She’s obviously given up trying to play the innocent girl.

“You love cock, don’t you?” Nikki says.

Cindy nods.

“And you want my husbands cock, don’t you?”

Cindy nods again.

“That’s what I thought,” Nikki says. Pointing at Mark, she says, “You, drop your pants and pull your cock out.”

Mark does as he’s told, trying to act dismayed even though his rock-hard cock is betraying his true feelings.

“So you want my husband’s cock, huh? Then here,” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head towards Mark’s cock, which is harder than ever. “Start fucking sucking on it then you little slut. Show me what you can do.”

Still holding onto Cindy’s hair with one hand, Nikki circles around so she’s behind the younger girl. With her free hand, she yanks Cindy’s arms back and holds them in place behind her back.

“You like it when men use all your holes, don’t you?” Nikki says, pushing Cindy’s head forward and back, forcing her to suck Mark’s cock. “That’s right, you little slut. Suck my husbands fucking cock.”

Nikki gets more aggressive, pushing and pulling Cindy’s head off of Mark’s cock with more force and speed with every passing second. It isn’t long before Cindy is gagging and coughing, with spittle running down her chin and onto the floor. But Nikki doesn’t let up, pushing Cindy’s head further and further forward until she’d nearly taking all of Mark’s cock with every thrust.

After a good thirty seconds of constant sucking, Nikki holds Cindy’s head in place with Mark’s cock deep inside her mouth for a few beats before letting off, giving Cindy a chance to breathe.

“You’re pretty good at that,” Nikki says to Cindy. “What do you think, Mark? Does she know what she’s doing?”

“She sure as hell does,” Mark says.

Looking up at Mark, Nikki says. “What do you say we see how good she is a deepthroating?”

“I say that sounds like a great idea,” Mark says, smiling.

Nikki smiles up at him. “Yeah, I think so too,” she says.

“What do you think about that?” Nikki says to Cindy. “Does that sound like a good idea to you?”

Still controlling Cindy’s head with her hand, Nikki forces Cindy’s head to move up and down as though she’s nodding.

“Yeah, I thought you’d like that,” Nikki says. “Now open wide.”

Cindy does as she’s told.

Nikki spits in Cindy’s mouth then pushes on the back of her head, forcing Cindy to take Mark’s cock in her mouth once again. But this time, instead of pulling it back Nikki continues pushing until Mark’s entire cock disappears inside Cindy’s mouth.

Releasing Cindy’s arms, Nikki uses both hands to push on the back of Cindy’s head, holding her in place with her nose against Mark’s belly and his cock deep in her throat. Cindy coughs and gags but Nikki doesn’t let up. Cindy gags again and tries to pull away but Nikki doesn’t let her, continuing to hold her in place, forcing her to deepthroat Mark.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nikki asks mockingly. “I didn’t say you were done yet.”

Cindy gags yet again, deeper this time—a deep, ragged sound—and her chest heaves as she desperately tries to pull away. But Nikki still isn’t done. She holds Cindy in place for another five seconds before finally letting go.

Cindy’s head snaps back and she gasps for breath while saliva drips down out of her mouth and onto her chest. Her eyes are watering, making her mascara run.

Nikki still has a hold of Cindy’s hair and uses it to yank her head around in loose circles before pulling sharply on it, forcing Cindy’s chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure. Cindy lets out a sharp yelp.

“Oh, the poor little slut can’t handle playing with the big boys,” Nikki says, laughing. She bends down until her face is directly above Cindy’s. “I guess you should have thought about that before you decided to start blowing my husband you stupid little cunt.”

Nikki slaps Cindy in the face, eliciting a flinch and another yelp from the smaller, younger girl.

“Oh, you didn’t like that, did you?” Nikki says, laughing some more.

Cindy shakes her head from side to side.

Nikki slaps her again. “Well, now you know how I feel when I saw your slutty little ass in that closet.”

Nikki releases Cindy’s hair and spins her entire body around so she’s facing away from Mark. Looking up at Mark, who’s still standing above both of them, Nikki says, “What do you say? Should we let her off the hook with just a warning?”

“It’s up to you,” Mark says.

Nikki pretends to think about it for a moment. “Nah,” Nikki says. “I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet.” She pushes down on Cindy’s shoulders, forcing the smaller girl onto her hands and knees. “Now you’re going to see what happens to bad little sluts when they fuck the wrong man.”

Nikki drops down to her knees directly behind Cindy She flips Cindy’s skirt up over her back, revealing Cindy’s tiny little ass, covered up only by a black g-string. Nikki yanks the g-string to the side, putting Cindy’s shaved pussy on display.

“Holy crap,” Nikki says to nobody in particular. “You’re pussy is soaking wet you dirty little slut. You love this shit, don’t you?”

Cindy reluctantly nods her head.

“You actually enjoy getting treated like shit, right?”

Cindy nods her head again.

Nikki smacks her on the asscheek. “What about that?” Nikki asks. “Do you like that too?”

Cindy nods.

“Say it,” Nikki says, smacking her other cheek. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, although not all that convincingly.

“I don’t believe you,” Nikki says, smacking her again, harder this time. “Say it again. Like you mean it this time.”

“I love it,” Cindy says, louder and more vigorously.

“Close,” Nikki says, smacking her ass yet again. “But you’re still not quite there.”

“I love it!” Cindy says, practically screaming the words as Nikki continues smacking her ass, one cheek and then the other, making them shine bright red while Mark looks on with a vague little smile on his face. “I love it! I love it! I fucking love it!”

“That’s better,” Nikki says, smacking Cindy’s ass one last time before stopping. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?”

“Yes,” Cindy says between deep breaths as she tries to recover.

“Do you?” Nikki says. “Because I don’t. Not even close. We’ve still got a long ways to go, missy.” She points her finger at Mark. “You. Over here. On your knees in front of her.”

Still smiling, Mark does as he’s told, his hard cock mere centimeters from Cindy’s mouth.

“Now fuck her face while I work on her pussy,” Nikki says.

“Gladly,” Mark replies, grabbing ahold of Cindy’s head and holding it in place as he thrusts his hips forward, slipping his cock into her mouth.

Nikki drops to her knees and slips two fingers into Cindy’s shaved, dripping wet pussy. They slide in easily, with very little resistance.

“You really do love this, don’t you?” Nikki says, laughing under her breath. Sitting perpendicular to Cindy, she works her fingers into Cindy’s pussy without mercy, slamming them in and out as quickly as she can while Mark continues to fuck Cindy’s face.

“Answer me,” Nikki says, sliding a third finger into Cindy’s pussy.

Cindy mumbles something as best she can with Mark’s cock still working in and out of her mouth.

“I can’t hear you,” Nikki says, slamming her fingers even more aggressively into Cindy’s pussy.

“Yes,” Cindy manages to somehow say even though Marks cock is still in her mouth.

“You can take even more, can’t you?” Nikki asks.

“Yes,” Cindy manages again.

Nikki slips a fourth finger into her pussy, forcing it in despite the tight fit, and continues banging away.

Cindy lets out a deep groan but Mark just takes the opportunity to jam his cock deeper into her mouth. He holds it there, deep in Cindy’s throat, while Nikki holds her fingers as far as they’ll go into Cindy’s pussy, also holding them there.

Cindy shimmies and shakes from the double-ended deep penetration but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Take it,” Nikki says, punctuating the words with another slap to Cindy’s ass. “Take it like the dirty little slut you are.”   

  And take it Cindy does, still gagging and moaning behind Mark’s cock but not fighting so hard to get away.

“That’s a good girl,” Nikki says, sliding her fingers out of Cindy’s pussy just as Mark slips his cock out of her mouth. “You’re ready for the next step.”

As Cindy fights to recover, Nikki grabs her by the hair and spins her around so that her ass is now facing Mark. Cindy still hasn’t fully caught her breath when Nikki jams her fingers into Cindy’s mouth.

“Do you know where those just were?” Nikki asks, taunting Cindy. “They were jammed into your pussy.”

Cindy gags, but whether it’s from the thought of tasting her own pussy or because Nikki has jammed her fingers so deep into her throat that’s causing it. Not that it matters all that much, because Nikki has her own ideas on the matter.

“Oh, you don’t like that, huh?” Nikki says. “Well too fucking bad, bitch. You brought this onto yourself. Now lick those fingers clean of your juices while by husband fucks your pussy from behind.”

Nikki looks up at Mark and nods her head. Mark’s smile widens and he scoots his body forward until he’s sidled up to Cindy. Then he slips his cock into her pussy.

Mark hammers away at Cindy, fucking her from behind while Nikki continues to hold her fingers in Cindy’s throat.

“Fuck her good,” Nikki says. “Pummel that pussy with your fucking cock. Give it to her deep and hard, just like she likes it.” Nikki slides her fingers out of Cindy’s mouth. “That is how you like it, right?”

Cindy nods.

Nikki gives her a mildly threatening look, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.

“Yes,” Cindy says between moans of pleasure. “That’s how I like it. Hard and deep.”

“See?” Nikki says, looking up at Mark. “Straight from her own mouth. You heard the girl. Give it to her like you mean it.”

Mark’s grin grows wider and he starts pumping his hips harder and faster, his groin slamming up against Cindy’s tight little ass, pushing her body forward every time they come together.

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