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Most men don’t understand the concept of give and take. Of course, there are men out there that need to be in control all the time and can’t deal with being a submissive or even for a couple seconds, but those aren’t the guys I’m talking about. The way I see it they’re hopeless; there’s no reason to even try and fix them.

No, the kind of man I’m talking about is the one who doesn’t mind when I take charge. But even in that case, the man needs to understand that just because I take the initiative doesn’t mean that I want to do all the work all of the time. Ideally we will trade off taking control, not only on a night-to-night basis, but even within the same session. I’ll spend a little time running the show, pushing him around, putting him in the positions that I want him to be in, but at some point he needs to take the reins for a little while too, forcing me to do with he wants.

This give and take is what provides that glorious tension that creates the most memorable fuck sessions. I want a man who’s going to treat me like an equal, and more importantly, one that allows me to treat him like an equal. I don’t want a control freak but I also don’t want a spineless jellyfish. I want a man that’s flexible but also willing to push his boundaries, and mine too. Of course, if he’s hot and has a nice body and big cock, that’s always a big plus. But in the end that’s not completely necessary. At least not for him to become a regular.

One guy that I work well with is Mike. Even though he’s eight years older than me he’s pretty good looking in a rugged sort of way. His body is only so-so, but he’s got a good-sized cock, and he knows how to use it. But most importantly he understands the concept of give and take, letting me have my way for a while but regularly imparting his will. Plus he’s just a cool guy; smart, mellow, self-deprecating, and a good conversationalist with an ironic sense of humor, just like me. While he’s not someone that I could ultimately see myself ending up with, he’s someone that I call when I need a good solid pounding. Like the other night.




After a nice steak dinner at The Palm that included three bottles of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap, we headed back to Mike’s place. Once there I didn’t waste any time getting started. I told him to take a seat on the couch and slipped out of my black dress, leaving me in my black bra and panties and heels. 

“What do you think?” I asked, standing over him.

“I think you’re fucking incredible as always,” Mike said. “And then I think I should ask you what the hell you’re doing here with me instead of someone more attractive but I’m afraid you might answer honestly.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Mike,” I said. “Looks and brains aren’t everything you know.”

“Obviously not,” he said.

We shared a quick laugh.

“Okay, time to get serious,” I said, only half-joking. “Sex isn’t supposed to be fun dammit.”

“You’re right,” he said. “It’s supposed to be hard work.”

“It is if you’re doing it correctly,” I said.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Even though we spoke of being serious, we were both smiling. After all, sex was supposed to be fun and hard work.

I walked up to him and spread his legs apart then stepped forward until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. Leaning forward, my tits pushing down against his chest, I stuck my tongue in his mouth. He put his hands on my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pushed them aside.

“Not yet,” I said, pulling away. “You’ll have your chance later. For now just sit there and relax.”

He didn’t argue, putting his arms by his side and leaving them there.

I pulled off his shirt and kissed his neck then made my way down to his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his nipples. From there I moved down to his navel, kissing his skin as I moved.

Mike let out a little groan as I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze through his pants. Laughing under my breath, enjoying the control I had over him, I moved my head further down until it was at the same level as his groin.

Looking up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, I ran my tongue over the length of his cock, which was still trapped behind his pants but pressing stiffly against the material. Then I turned my head, took his bulge between my teeth like a dog with a bone, and bit down hard enough to make him squirm.

Shaking his head, he looked down at me. “You’re one evil little bitch, you know that right?”

“Of course,” I said, flashing him a devilish smile. “That’s what you love about me.”

“It is indeed,” he said, grinning at back at me. “But if you don’t speed things up a little bit I’m going to have to take control.”

“Promises, promises,” I said, enjoying the game just as much as he was.

Before Mike’s little outburst, I was going to free up his cock but instead I decided to mess with him some more. I was curious to see how much I could get away with before he turned the tables on me. 

I climbed up onto the couch and straddled his waist. Flicking my hair to one side, I put my hands on his bare chest and started to grind on his trapped cock, moving slowly back and forth atop it. Even though both our bottom halves were still covered, it wasn’t long before I was soaking through my panties.

I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I let it fall to the ground, freeing up my breasts.

Mike reached for them but I intercepted his hands before they got there.

“Come on,” he said. “That’s not fair.”

“Nobody ever said life was fair,” I replied, my eyes gleaming with perverse enjoyment. “But if you want my tits that bad, who am I to deny them to you?”

Still holding his hands in my own, I leaned forward, pinning his wrists against the rear cushion of the couch while simultaneously putting my tits in his face.

He went to work immediately, latching onto my right breast and sucking on my nipple.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Get it nice and hard.”

Mike worked my nipple like a champ, flicking it with his tongue, sucking on it, even lightly biting down on it, constantly mixing things up to keep me from getting too comfortable. It didn’t take long at all before my nipple was sticking out like a pencil eraser.

I shifted my body slightly, giving him my other breast. He immediately latched onto the nipple and gave it the same treatment while I continued grinding on his cock.

Once my other nipple was hard, I pulled it out of his mouth, then leaned forward and stuck my tongue in his mouth. We made out for half a minute before I broke it off and slid down his body again, kissing his chest as I made my way down.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet, my body between his legs, my head right above his growing bulge. I undid the top button of his pants and pulled down his zipper, revealing his underwear. His cock was rock-hard behind it, pressing against the material. No surprise, considering how much I’d fucked with him already.

“A little excited, are we?” I said, looking up at him. “Especially considering your cock is still in your pants.”

“I’m surprised it hasn’t poked a hole in the cotton,” he said.

“Give it a little more time and maybe it will.”

“Any more time and I’ll explode before it even comes out.”

“Oh, I seriously doubt that,” I said. “I’ve put you through worse than this before and you’ve never had that problem.”

He glared at me for calling his bluff but didn’t say anything.

“No,” I said, “I think I’ll mess with you some more. I’m having too much fun to stop.”

Before Mike could reply, I grabbed his cock, which was still behind his briefs, and gave it a good squeeze. He breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened in surprise.

Smiling, I dropped his pants down around his ankles, leaving his underwear on. But I left his cock alone, lifting my body up and licking his stomach again, taunting him, torturing him, knowing that he liked being messed with just as much as I liked messing with him. Especially when he knew he would have a chance to flip things around later.

I ran my hands up Mike’s body and played with his nipples. My head was close behind, licking and kissing him as I made my way up his chest, my tits pressing against his cock.

I flicked his nipple with my tongue, sucked on it for a moment, and even gave it a little bite, eliciting from him a sharp gasp. Then I started to slowly making my way back down his body, dropping all the way to my knees and once again grabbing his cock through his underwear.

Staring up at him, still not releasing his cock from his briefs, I played with it, licking it through the material, rubbing it between my fingers, and rolling it against his leg.

Mike took a deep breath and let it out slowly, barely clinging onto his composure. Seeing him struggle like that turned me on immensely, but I also knew that if I wanted to keep messing with him I needed to start making a little more progress. Holding back too much would just cause him to take control. And I didn’t want that. Not yet, at least. I was enjoying myself too much.

With this in mind, I finally pulled Mike’s underwear off, freeing up his cock, causing him to literally moan with relief. Unsurprisingly, his cock was rock hard and sticking straight up.

“Oh, is that better?” I asked, my tone full of over-the-top mock sincerity.

He didn’t bother to answer, choosing to just glare at me instead.

Laughing softly, amazed with what Mike was letting me get away with, I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand while my other cupped his balls. Holding his cock tight, I stuck out my tongue and licked the underside of his cock a couple of times before taking the head in my mouth.

I sucked on the head of his cock in short quick strokes, still holding the skin of his shaft tight to increase the stimulation. Once I started to feel him getting anxious, I released my grip on his cock and dropped my head further down, taking half of it in my mouth and holding it there for a couple seconds before lifting back up. His cock was glistening with my saliva as I again gripped the base of it with my hand, this time jerking him off.

I dropped my head down a little bit and ran my tongue over his sack a couple of times before taking one of his balls in my mouth. Still jerking him off, I sucked on one of his balls, bouncing it around in my mouth then closing my lips around it and pulling on it, stretching out his sack. I switched over to his other testicle and gave it the same treatment before taking them both in my mouth and gargling on them.

“Holy shit that feels fucking good,” Mike said, staring down at me as I worked.

I caught his gaze and smiled as best I could with his balls in my mouth. I put a little extra pressure on them, causing him to squirm a bit, then released my hold on his balls and went back to work on his cock. Pressing it up against his stomach, I ran my tongue up the length of it, starting at the base and finishing at the tip.

Staring up at Mike, maintaining eye contact, I pulled his cock towards me. I slapped the head of it against my cheek a couple times, then slid it back into my mouth. I dropped my head down, taking his entire cock into my mouth and holding it there for a few seconds before lifting my head up.

“Goddamn you’re good at that,” he said.

“I should be,” I said. “I’ve had lots of practice sucking cock. Not as much as you, though.”

“Very funny,” Mike said, trying to act like he wasn’t amused. But his little smile told a different story.

“Come on, I’m hilarious,” I said as I smacked his cock against one my tits, moving from one to the other.

“You’re a regular comedian,” he said. “Now put your mouth to good use and stick my cock back into it.”

“Hey, watch your tongue,” I said, giving him a sharp smack on the inside of the thigh.

He jumped out of his seat and grunted in shock but his smile was still intact. I’d reacted just how he’d expected me to, no doubt exactly how he wanted me to.

“Just for that I’m going to mess with you some more,” I said.

He moaned in mock consternation but didn’t object. It was all part of the game.

I gathered up some of the saliva leftover from sucking his cock, then tilted my chin towards my chest and let the saliva drip from my mouth. It landed on my chest, in the channel between my tits. I gathered up more saliva and spit it on his cock, using my fingers to spread it around. Then I stuck his cock between my tits.

Looking up at him, I grabbed the outside of my tits and pressed inward with them, squeezing his cock tight to keep it in place. I tossed my hair back with a flip of my head, then started bouncing up and down, titty-fucking him.

Mike groaned and leaned back, tilting his head towards the ceiling for a moment before bringing his eyes back down to watch. He loved getting titty-fucked. It was a foolproof way to bring him to orgasm quickly. Which is why I was doing it to him. I knew he didn’t want to cum, not yet. And I didn’t want him to cum yet either. But I did want to torture him, and the best way to do that was to take him right to the edge and force him to use all his strength to keep from cumming.

To this end, I squeezed my tits even tighter together and started bouncing on him more aggressively. I tilted my chin down and stuck out my tongue, making contact with the tip of his cock when it snuck out from between my tits.

He groaned more loudly and bit down on his bottom lip and sat a little bit higher up. I could tell from his body language that he was rapidly approaching orgasm. If things didn’t change, he would be there within seconds. He knew it, and I knew it. But more importantly, he knew that I knew it. Which gave me all the control.

Cursing under his breath, Mike quickly pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits before he blew his load. But I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

Before he had a chance to recover completely, I grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into my mouth. I ran my hand down under his sack and played with his balls while I sucked his cock, moving up and down quickly, taking it deep into my mouth with every thrust. Saliva dripped from my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts.

I pulled my head off his cock for a moment to catch my breath. He was looking down at me with a little smile on his face, proud of himself that he had conquered his urge to cum.

I took this as a challenge to get him right back to where he’d been just moments before. I flashed him a wink, then wrapped my lips around his cock once again.

This time when I dropped my head down, I didn’t stop until I had swallowed his entire cock. Once I’d taken the whole thing in my mouth, I held it there, his cock deep in my throat, my nose pressing up against his flesh just below his stomach.

Still holding my head in place, I flicked my tongue out and licked his sack. He shuddered but I stayed locked onto his cock, deepthroating him for a full 10 seconds before finally pulling off. The tip of his cock was white from lack of circulation and it was shining in the light it has so much saliva covering it.

I took a couple of deep breaths, then prepared to deepthroat him again. But before I could get my lips around his cock and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled, keeping me from making contact with it.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You don’t like it when I deepthroat you?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it,” he said. “It’s that I like it too much.”

“So you don’t want to cum in my mouth while I’m sucking your cock?”

“Oh, I definitely want to cum in your mouth,” Mike said. “Just not yet.”

He stood up, lifting me up with him. Once we were both standing, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around and threw me down on the couch.

“Now it’s my turn to mess with you,” he said, standing over me. He stepped out of his pants then grabbed my panties and slid them off.

Giggling, I hooked my arms under my knees and spread my legs, opening myself up to him.

Mike dropped to his knees and slid two fingers inside my wet pussy.

My legs threatened to buckle from the initial pleasure, but I held them open and the feeling soon passed. But the enjoyment was just beginning.

Mike was an expert at finger-fucking, which is something I don’t understand why more men don’t embrace. After all, it was a fail-safe way to get a girl off without any of the danger of early ejaculation. Men could bang away for literally hours on end, giving their women multiple orgasms without having to worry about cumming too soon. Not only did it take away all the pressure off the man, it pretty much guaranteed that the woman was completely satisfied before they stuck their dick in her. Which meant he didn’t have to worry about lasting long enough to get her off, since she’d already cum.

Oh well, even if most men didn’t understand, at least Mike did. That was all that really mattered at the moment.

He started slowly, moving his hand back and forth in long, patient thrusts, his fingers going deep inside me, then backing out until they almost exited my pussy before sliding back in again.

Mike gradually began to pick up steam, moving his hand back and forth more quickly while still maintaining a perfect rhythm. My moans were increasing in intensity right along with his speed. 

He grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder. He moved in closer to me until his chest was pressing against the inside of my thigh, altering the angle of penetration just a bit, then slipped a third finger inside of my pussy.

I let out a little yelp of surprise, then lifted my hips to give myself more leverage so I could buck against him as he worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside me.

My chest was heaving and inarticulate sounds were coming from my throat as he hammered away at me, his fingers going deep inside my pussy while pushing up against the side walls of my vagina.

The pressure was nearly unbearable. And then he curled the tips of his fingers and went to work on my G-Spot. Then it was unbearable.

I came almost instantly, a piercing yelp escaping from my throat and my body shaking and shimmying as my pussy drenching his hand with juices. But he didn’t let up one bit; in fact, my orgasm just seemed to fuel Mike further.

He went after me even more aggressively after I came, giving me everything he had, his fingers hammering in and out of my pussy, which was now wetter than ever.

My entire body was on fire and I could barely breathe. I tried to pull away from Mike but he was having none of it. He grabbed my legs tight and held them against his body while continuing to slam his fingers inside me.

“I can’t take anymore,” I said, barely able to get the words out of my mouth.

“Yes you can,” Mike said. “You’re a big girl.”

“No I can’t,” I said, unsuccessfully trying to squirm away once again. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give me your cock.”

“Not yet,” he said. “I need to finish you off first.”

“I’m done,” I said, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I’m so done.”

“No you’re not,” he said. “You’re not done until I say you’re done. Now shut up and take it. The more you complain the longer I’m going to go.”

I let out a shuddering groan but didn’t say anything else. At this point, my best hope was just to ride it out as best I could. I closed my eyes and just tried to go with the flow.

And for half a minute I was able to. Now that I had resigned myself to accepting the fact that no matter what I said, Mike was going to finger-fuck me until he decided to stop, I was able to give in and ride the wave of pleasure.

Then he stuck a fourth finger inside of me.

“Holy fucking shit,” I growled in an animalistic voice as he completely filled up my pussy, stretching me out, his fingers providing constant pressure on the inner walls of my pussy.

Mike covered my mouth with his hand to keep me from making any noise and continued banging away at me, his entire hand now practically disappearing inside my pussy. I opened my mouth to scream but he stuck his fingers inside it, forcing me to gag while continuing to hammer his fingers inside me.

Looking up at me, my eyes pleading, I willed him to stop, to give me a chance to regain control over myself. But he refused. He was enjoying his payback way too much.

Even though I was on the receiving end, he was the one in control, a complete reversal of our earlier scenario, but maintaining the same principles. That was what I loved about Mike; he totally got what made sex so wonderful. A combination of tension and anticipation made the ultimate payoff that much better. He knew, just as I did, that even though one part of me was pleading with him to stop, another part didn’t really want him to. Part of me wanted my boundaries pushed, wanted to be defied, wanted to be controlled.

This became apparent a couple minutes later as I came again, harder than I’ve ever cum before. My body shuddered uncontrollably for a full fifteen seconds and tears leaked out of my eyes. My legs shook and my pussy sprayed juices everywhere, drenching Mike’s hand and arm. Tears leaked out of my eyes and my chest heaved up and down, desperate for air.

Smiling, Mike let his fingers slip from my pussy. “There,” he said. “Now you’re done.”

“For good,” I said, barely able to talk. “I think you broke me.”

“You? Broken?” Mike said. “Never. You’re the toughest girl I know. Hell, you’re tougher than most of the guys I know. You’re damn sure tougher than me. No way could I have taken what you just did.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, flashing him an evil smile. “Have you ever tried to take four fingers inside you before?”

“Hell no.”

“Then how do you know you couldn’t take it? I think we should give it a shot.” I made a move towards him like I was going to try and slip my finger into his ass.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, scrambling away.

I laughed. It was nice to regain control. Even if I did take the easy way out.

“Come on,” I said, not willing to let it go. “Some guys are into that sort of thing.”

“Not me,” Mike said.

“How do you know until you try it?” I asked, moving towards him again.

“Oh, I know,” he said, dancing behind a table to get away from me, his cock flopping around as he moved.

“Fine,” I said. “I’ll stop trying to stick my fingers in your ass if you stop running away.”

“Do you promise?” he asked.

“Yes, I promise,” I said. “Now get over here so I can ride your cock for a little while.”

“If you insist,” he said, coming back over toward the couch.

“It’s my turn to regain control,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders, and pushing him down onto the couch, just like he had done to me earlier. I climbed onto his waist, my knees bent, my shins flat on the cushion underneath my thighs, straddling his waist. I grabbed ahold of his cock and slapped it against my ass but didn’t yet slip it into my pussy. “You just sit there and let me do my thing.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said, a little half-smile on his face.

I lifted my body up and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy, which was still completely drenched and wide open from the evening’s fun. I messed with him a little bit, rubbing my pussy lips on the head of his cock for a few seconds before finally dropping my body onto his, my pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside me.

At this point in the proceedings, I didn’t even bother taking things slow. Because of the length and nature of the foreplay, I knew Mike was too far along to last very much longer and I wanted to ride him for as long as possible before he came.

I put my hands on his chest for balance and started bouncing atop him with reckless abandon, impaling myself on his cock, pounding my body onto his. I rode his cock from the very tip all the way down to the base, slamming my ass down into his groin until I could feel his balls against my asshole, taking the entire thing in fast, rhythmic thrusts.

The room was filled with the sounds of sex; wet, slapping sounds as our bodies came together, grunts and moans and labored breathing.

I put my palms on top of Mike’s thighs and leaned back, arching my back and tilting my head up towards the ceiling, exposing the hollow of my neck and offering him my tits.

He took advantage, cupping his hands underneath them and lifting, pushing me even further back and changing the angle of penetration.

I hammered down on his cock a few more times before eventually resting my body on top of his. I straightened my legs out in front of me and wrapped them around his hips. Keeping his cock deep inside me, I moved  my hips back and forth, grinding on him, out faces mere inches apart.

Staring at Mike while I rode him, it was obvious that he couldn’t hold out much longer. But I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I slowed things down, leaning forward and kissing him, giving him a chance to recover while I gently moved against him.

But he was just too far along. Instead of slowing things down, Mike was ready to finish. He picked me up off of him and tossed me onto the couch. He stood up and turned to face me, grabbing my ankles and spreading them wide, opening me up.

Then he took a step forward and dropped to his knees and slipped his cock into my waiting pussy. Just like me earlier, he didn’t even bother taking things slow, giving me his entire cock in hard and fast strokes right from the beginning, holding my legs wide open the entire time.

Grunting wordlessly, he pounded away at me, giving me his cock balls deep with every thrust. He was no longer interested in any witty repartee; nature had taken over, his attention was focused solely on expelling his seed.

He released my ankles and shifted his hands to my tits, grabbing them as he continued to fuck me, squeezing them tight as he hammered away on my pussy. One of his hands slid up to my neck. He wrapped it around my throat and gave it a little squeeze, not enough to cut off any air but just enough that I could feel it. But he wasn’t really into the rough stuff, and his hand only lingered there for a few seconds before returning back to my tits.

Mike slid his feet backwards a little bit, then went after me with more intensity than ever, the new angle of entry allowing him deeper penetration. Holding my legs back with his arms, he pounded away at my pussy, his lower half slamming against me at the end of every thrust.

His hands made their way up under my knees. Pushing back on them, he rolled me up even more, lifting my ass further off the couch. With his hands, he pushed down on my legs, forcing them deep into the cushions, folding me practically in half. He spread his legs wider and slid his feet forward, giving himself even more leverage, allowing him to pummel me even harder than before.

I was close to my third orgasm of the night, but I knew I didn’t have long to finish. My hand flew down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit, trying to help things along.

At this point in the proceedings Mike was too far along to even care. It was no longer about control, it was only about pure pleasure. A single-minded, mad rush to the finish line; a race that was nearly over. The first leg of it, at least.

His pounding ramped up yet another notch and I knew he was just seconds away now. I went after my clit with more intensity, desperately trying to cum before he did. Because I knew that if he finished before I was then I was screwed. And not in the good way.

As it turned out, I started to cum at precisely the same moment he shot his load into me. The often talked about but rarely achieved simultaneous orgasm was a thing of pure beauty, our bodies peaking in unison as we stared into each other’s eyes. both of us feeding off the other’s pleasure to prolong the sensation for an extra couple of moments.

After Mike had finished he stayed inside me, our bodies joined together, not moving, just relishing the feel of each other while we came down off our orgasms. After we’d both caught our breath, he leaned forward and gave me a kiss, then pulled his cock out of my pussy.

He fell onto the couch beside me, his cock practically glowing in the light from the cum that coated it. It was still hard but fading, although not too rapidly. From the looks of things, he wouldn’t need very long to recover before being ready to go again. Half an hour, tops. If even that.

“So what do you think?” I asked, rolling over to look at him. “A shower and another bottle of wine, and then we can get started on round two?”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Mike said. “And this time, we’ll spend more time on fucking than on foreplay.”

“I think that’s a great idea,” I said.

Mike stood up, then held out his hand, helping me off the couch. Holding hands, we headed towards the bathroom to get cleaned up before doing it all again.

Good old Mike, always the reliable lover. And a gentlemen to boot. I could do worse.  A lot worse. I had, in fact. Many times. And undoubtedly would again in the future.

For now, at least, I was satisfied. And really, what more could a girl ask for?







It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

Take Cindy, for example.

She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

And they certainly didn’t in this case.

After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Cindy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Cindy closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

Cindy had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

“Do you like what you see?” Cindy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

“Very much so,” Cindy said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Oh, I know I can handle it.”

“Prove it,” I said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Cindy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I said.

“I’m more than pretty good,” Cindy replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was swallowing the entire thing.

Cindy worked my cock in long, deep strokes, making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it unbearable.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Cindy let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at me.

“Before we go any further,” she said. “I have to warn you about something.”

“What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say. I was a slut magnet, after all. I’d had this conversation more than a few times.

“You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,” she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I can deal with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

“Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you would,” Cindy said, matching my grin, continuing to jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to get a little freaky.”

“Not at all,” I said. “The way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Cindy said. “So let’s have some fun.”

And with that, she spun me around so my back was to her and put her hands on my ass.

“Bend over,” she said.

After I did as I was told, Cindy spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on it without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands, squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with every thrust.

My eyes were closed and my hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Cindy truly enjoyed it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cindy pulled away. But even as disappointment racked my body, she was already onto something else. She grabbed ahold of my cock and yanked it backwards, so it was facing the wrong way, sticking out behind me, right underneath my asshole. In this position the pressure was intensified; right on the edge of pleasure and pain. Which only served to turn me on even further, especially when Cindy proceeded to take the entirety of my cock in her mouth, all the way down to my balls. She held my cock in her throat for a couple of seconds, the pressure building the whole time, before finally slipping it out of her mouth with a cough and a gag.

She let go of my cock, allowing it to return to its natural position. Then she said gave me a slap on the ass and said, “Turn around. I want you to fuck my face.”

I spun to see Cindy on her knees, looking up at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Gripping the back of her head with my hands, I proceeded to fuck Cindy’s face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pumped her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slammed my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

“Look at me,” I said, and she did, her eyes as wide as a puppy dog’s. This turned me on even further and I started pumping her even more aggressively.

Cindy grabbed her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continued to fuck her face. She gave them a couple of hearty slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slid further down, between her legs, and she went to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

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

I pumped her mouth a couple more times then slammed my cock deep into her throat, as far as it would go. Pressing on the back of her head, forcing her into me, I could feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroated me. I held her there for a full eight seconds before she pushed back against my hand.

I let her go and her head flew backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She took a couple of deep breaths, gathered up a bunch of saliva, spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

After she’d caught her breath, Cindy once again wrapped her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabbed ahold of my ballsack and pulled it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widened her mouth and started moving it forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she went, until she came to my sack. She then opened her mouth even further and pushed forward some more, engulfing my cock and balls at the same time.

Cindy somehow managed to hold everything in her mouth for almost five seconds before letting it all go.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said after she’d recovered. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Lots and lots of practice,” she said, sporting an evil grin.

“Well consider me impressed,” I said

“Do you want me to do again?”

“No, no, no,” I said.

She gave me a strange look.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said quickly. “I loved it. In fact, I loved everything you just did. But I need to take a little break. Get myself back under control, if you know what I mean.”

“Fair enough,” Cindy said.

“Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“I’m not gonna argue with that,” she said, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would,” I said as I pulled her to her feet, picked her up, slung her over my shoulder and carried her over to the couch. Once there, I tossed her atop it.

Standing over her, I flipped her over, putting her on her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then pushed back, folding her in half and opening up her pussy to me.

She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, her ankles up by her head, her leg muscles taut and gleaming. “Is this how you want me?” Cindy asked, taunting me with her high-pitched, mock-innocent little girl voice. “Folded up like a human pretzel? Lying here with my holes exposed, open and waiting for you to fill them?”

“You’re damn right,” I said. “The wider, the better.”

She ran her hands down and grabbed ahold of her inner thighs and spread them further, opening herself up even more to me. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect,” I said, dropping to me knees. “Absolutely perfect.”

Smiling, I buried my face in her pussy and went to work, licking her shaved, pretty little pussy a couple times before sliding my tongue deep inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels incredible,” Cindy said breathlessly. She reached down and grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled my head towards her, smashing my face against her flesh. “That’s a good boy. Get that tongue in there. I want to feel it in my stomach.”

She held me there, smothering me with her inner flesh, forcing me to find precious air wherever I could—usually from somewhere inside of her—for a good fifteen seconds before finally releasing me.

As I gasped for breath, she just laughed and said, “Oh, poor little baby. Was that too much for you to handle?”

“Not even close,” I said, flashing her a brief smile.

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy replied. “Because that was just the beginning.”

She released her legs and leaned forward then climbed off the couch, pushing me down to the floor as she rose. I was on my back, my spine against the carpet with my face looking straight up towards the ceiling.

A moment later my view was blocked by her body, which was standing above me, one foot on either side of my head, straddling me, her dripping wet pussy staring down at me.

I shifted my head slightly, looking up the length of her body, past her tits to her cute little face. Upon it I saw a wicked smile and eyes that shone with a combination of excitement and malevolence.

And then she was squatting down, her legs bending further and further and her pussy getting closer and closer to my face until she was sitting upon it, her wet pussy gaping wide as it attached itself to my mouth like it had a mind of it’s own.

Cindy dropped her full weight on my face, smothering me with her pussy. She just sat there for a few seconds, unmoving, her flesh completely engulfing my nose and mouth.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still talking innocently. “Do you like me sitting on your face, cutting off all your air?”

I nodded as best I could. Looking up the length of her body I could see her face staring down at me, grinning widely.

“Good,” she said. “Because I like it too. I might just sit here the rest of the night.” Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and lifted my head, smashing my face even further against her pussy and making it so I could no longer see her face.

“Stick that tongue out,” she said, her tone sounding less and less innocent with every word. “I want to feel it inside of me.”

So I did, forcing it as far as I could into her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy insides.

“That’s right,” she said, starting to slowly move forward and back, riding my tongue. “Keep your tongue right there while I fuck it with my pussy.”

Cindy released my hair, allowing my head to drop back down the floor and providing some support for my neck. And I needed it too, as her bucking grew progressively more intense.

She moved forward and back, faster and faster, my rigid tongue running up and down the length of her pussy with every pump.

“Holy fuck yes,” Cindy said, her groans growing louder. She grabbed ahold of my hands and leaned forward, stretching my arms out above my head. She pinned my wrists against the floor, incapacitating my arms and giving herself total control, then started riding me even harder, grinding atop me, her body moving faster than ever and her groans reaching a fevered pitch.

Cindy let out a guttural growl and then drenched my face with her pussy juices as she squirted all over me in a rollicking, extended orgasm. She continued grinding away as she came, forcing my tongue deeper inside her, cutting off all my air for a few seconds while she finished herself off.

Once she was done, she climbed off my face, scooting her body down mine until she was sitting astride my waist, her butt pushing back against my hard cock. Bending forward, she stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick her pussy juices off my face. After she’d finished cleaning me up, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and we explored each others tonsils for a while.

“Thanks for that,” she said after breaking off the kiss.

“It was my pleasure,” I said, flashing her a smile.

“I don’t know about that,” she said. “But it was certainly fun.”

“I love that sort of thing.”

“Really?” she said. “You don’t just tolerate it?”

“Hell no,” I said. “It turns me on like crazy. Can’t you tell?”

She backed her ass up against my hard cock, tilting it backwards a bit. “You certainly feel like you liked it. Most guys will do it, but only reluctantly.”

“Not me. I totally dig it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy said. “Because I love it too.”

“Feel free to sit on my face whenever you want,” I said.

“You really mean that?”


“Because I’ll take you up on it,” she said.

“I hope you will.”

“Oh I totally will,” Cindy said as she reached back and grabbed my cock. “But right now I have something else in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, playing dumb. “And what’s that?”

“I want to put that big hard cock of yours into my pussy and ride you until the sun comes up.”

“I don’t know if I can last that long,” I said, stifling a smile. “But I’m certainly willing to try.”

Grinning back at me, Cindy smacked my cock against her asscheek a couple of times then slid it into her dripping wet pussy. She took a moment to fling her hair to the side, getting it out of her face, then started moving against me, staring directly down at me the whole time.

She started off slowly, taking my cock balls deep inside her pussy in long, steady strokes. After half a minute, she picked up the tempo, shifting her arms so her hands were pressing down on my chest, giving her more leverage, then hammering her body down onto mine, impaling herself on my cock.

Cindy was bucking like a madwoman, using her arms to lift her body completely off mine before pounding down onto my cock. Her hair was flying everywhere, her tits bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm and her mouth releasing deep groans at the bottom of every thrust.

I couldn’t stand being a non-active participant any longer, so I ran my hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, pushing up on them while she continued riding me.

On a whim, I gave one of her tits a light smack.

Cindy yelped then nodded her head.

“You like that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer based on her reaction.

She nodded again, more vehemently this time. So I smacked her other tit, a little bit harder.

Cindy’s breathing rate increased significantly and she started bouncing even harder on my cock, bottoming out on me with all her weight, driving my cock deep inside her pussy.

I gave her tits a couple more light slaps, then cupped them again, squeezing them tight this time while I pressed them upwards.

Cindy rose up until she was sitting straight up, then tilted her chin towards the ceiling and arched her back, changing up the angle of penetration but continuing to hammer her body down onto mine.

I slid my hands down her body and reached around to grab her ass, one hand on each cheek, then spread them wide and started lifting my hips up to meet her as she came down with every thrust. This allowed even me to penetrate her pussy even deeper than before, to the point that it felt like she was engulfing my entire member. The sensation was almost too much for me to handle, forcing me to switch things up, and quickly, lest I came too quickly.

Grabbing Cindy around the waist, I shifted my weight and climbed to my feet, keeping my cock inside her the entire time. She uttered a surprised little giggle but wasted no time wrapping her legs around my waist and started to grind on my cock while I held onto her tightly.

I pressed my lips against hers and we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues while continuing to fuck standing up. But Cindy was getting so crazy on my cock that I was starting to lose my balance. So I angled my body until I was facing the couch and then fell forward, dropping her back to the cushions as I fell atop her, letting gravity drive my cock so far inside her that it felt like it was going to come out the other side.

Cindy let out a scream that was part delight and part discomfort, but recovered without missing a beat, bucking her body forward and back from beneath me. Her energy hadn’t waned one bit, which on one hand was great, but on the other, not so great. The whole point of switching things up was to give myself a chance to recover before she took me over the edge. And for that to happen, I needed to have more control over the situation.

With that in mind, I grabbed her legs, one hand under each of her knees, and pushed her legs back, folding her in half and taking away her leverage. Now it was my turn to take control, to move forward at a pace that would keep me from coming too soon.

Shifting my hands up her legs until I was gripping Cindy’s ankles, I held her legs in place, folded back, her feet up next to her head. Leaning forward, I put my knees against the couch cushion just outside her ass and proceeded to pump her pussy with my cock.

I fucked Cindy at my own pace, constantly varying the depth and speed to keep her on her toes and also to avoid getting into a constant rhythm, which allowed me to stay short of my impending orgasm.

But the slow pace was bugging Cindy. She wanted hard and fast, and she let me know it.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it to me like you mean it. Like I need it. Pound that fucking pussy with your cock.”

Despite my misgivings, I found myself doing exactly what she’d asked, increasing the speed and intensity until I was hammering away at her pussy while she moaned and groaned and cursed under her breath in pure pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, staring down at her pretty face, our eyes locked together while I slammed my cock into her hard enough to make her entire body quiver. “Is this how you like it?”

Her eyes wide and her breath ragged, Cindy nodded.

“Tell me how much you like it,” I said. “I want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

“I love it,” she said between gasping breaths. “I fucking love it when you pound my pussy.”

“More,” I said. “Keep talking.”

“I want you to give me everything you have,” she said. “I want you to break me in fucking half!”

The need in her voice combined with the physical sensation of hammering away at Cindy quite nearly took me over the edge. I had to switch things up again, and quickly, before it was too late. 

After slamming my cock balls deep into Cindy and holding it there for a few seconds while she squirmed beneath me, I knew I only had a couple seconds before I was going to shoot my load. And I didn’t want that. Not yet. So I stood up, letting my cock slip out of her pussy.

Cindy laughed.

“Oh you think that’s funny, do you?” I asked, smiling back at her.

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