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To be perfectly honest, I’m still not exactly sure how I ended up in the living room of a gorgeous woman with my cock pushing hard against my pants and my excitement level threatening to go through the roof.

Not long before, I’d been drinking with some friends at a bar when Mason had approached us, injecting herself into our conversation as though we were all longtime friends, even though none of us had ever seen her before.

She was tall and lanky, with huge tits and an incredible face. She was dressed in a gray tank top that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her black bra, plus jean shorts that showed off her long and lean but powerful-looking legs. Even though we were inside the bar, she was wearing sunglasses, which (obviously) hid her eyes, but for some reason it just made her seem like she was far too cool for such a shithole of a bar, which was probably true.

Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.

“To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”

I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.

No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”

Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.

As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, towering over me.

“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.

“I fucking love it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, Mason danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.

Once she was ready to go, she crawled over towards me. By now my cock was pressing hard against the inside of my pants, trying to break out.

“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she said, dropping her head on my leg and staring at my bulge.

“More than ready,” I replied.

Smiling, she pulled my pants off, freeing up my cock. It was sticking straight up, hard as a rock.

“Pretty impressive,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Do you mind?” she asked, glancing down at my cock with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Be my guest,” I said, smiling.

She started going to town, sucking my cock like a pro, running her tongue up and down it and taking the tip of it in her mouth while she worked the shaft with her hand and then taking it progressively further and further down into her mouth.

After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.

Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.

After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ, for another five seconds before pulling away.

Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.

“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Mason. “That was incredible.”

“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”

“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”

“If you insist,” she said as I laid her on the couch.

It was an L-shaped couch and Mason was on the connecting section, giving up lots of room to work. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy hanging just off the edge.

I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and scooting up towards her and burying my face in her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned as I went to town on her snatch, licking and tonguing it and getting it all wet and sloppy.

A short time later I got my fingers involved too, sliding two of them inside her pussy while I rubbed my tongue against on her clit.

Mason was moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me as I worked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. She’d grabbed ahold of her heels, holding her legs up by her head and opening herself up to me even more.

Once I’d gotten her pussy nice and warmed up enough, I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.

We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Mason said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”

And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.

“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right fucking there!”

My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.

“Keep fucking me,” Mason said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.

I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.

“You like that shit, do you?” Mason said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”

“I love it,” I replied.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.

Instead of answering back, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.

“Oooohhh, getting a little nasty there, are you?”

“Just a bit,” I said, pulling my tongue off her asshole for a moment.

“Is that how you like it?” Mason said. “Are you an ass man?”

I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”

“Okay? Hell, I prefer it in the ass. Asses are my favorite thing in the world.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my fingers, just two of them, to start.

As Mason moaned and groaned and thoroughly enjoyed herself, I worked her asshole with my fingers, sliding them in and out in an ever-increasing pace while I buried my face between her legs.

Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open, allowing my tongue access to places deep inside her. And the more I worked her pussy the wider her asshole became. I slipped a third finger inside it, and a short time after that, a fourth.

With four of my fingers in her asshole and my tongue in her snatch, it wasn’t long before Mason came again, letting out a scream, followed by another stream of juices shooting out of her pussy and drenching my face.

Once she was finished, she grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked my head up towards her face. With my fingers still deep inside her asshole, she licked my face clean of her juices then slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored around.

“Enough screwing around,” she said after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were no more than a centimeter apart, our eyes locked together. “I need your hard cock in my asshole. Right now.”

“If you insist,” I said, smiling.

“Oh, I do, I do,” Mason said with a laugh as she threw her legs back and wrapped her ankles around the back of her neck, folding her body in half and opening herself up to me.

With her hands free once again, she grabbed my arm and gave it a yank, freeing my fingers from her asshole. Then she pulled them towards her face.

“I love the taste of my own asshole,” she said, slipping my index finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Once it was clean, she popped it out. “Especially when I’m getting fucked in it at the same time,” she added before sliding my other three fingers into her mouth and going to work on them.

Getting the hint, I used my free hand to grab ahold of my harder-than-ever cock and slid the tip of it into her wide, gaping asshole. It went in easily, without much resistance at all. But despite the ease of entry, it was still a snug fit, as her anus squeezed against the entirety of my cock equally, even as I pumped it in and out of her.

Mason’s groans were muffled by my fingers, which were still planted firmly in her mouth, but they were still louder than before. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she’d said she loved getting fucked in the ass.

As I increased the pace of my cock moving in and out of her asshole, Mason yanked my fingers from her mouth and guided my hand down towards one of her big, gorgeous tits and placed my hand on it.

I gave her tit a squeeze and she let out a little yelp that was full of pleasure.

“That’s right,” she said. “Squeeze my fucking tits while you hammer my asshole with your cock.”

Not one to turn down a request from a woman, I moved my other hand to her free tit and squeezed both of them at the same time.

“Harder,” Mason said, her breath ragged. “Give me all you got.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the squeezing or the fucking, so I decided to give her both, hammering my cock in and out of her asshole while gripping my hands as tightly as I could around her massive tits.

“Is this what you want?” I asked between heavy breaths. “Is this how you liked getting fucked? Nice and hard?”

Mason bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. Her breaths were more shallow and quicker than before, and her mouth was opened slightly and little mewling noises were coming from her throat. She appeared to be in the throes of ecstasy.

Thirty seconds later she came again, using one of her hands to rub at her clit while the orgasm rode over her, sending even more of her pussy juices squirting out of her snatch and getting everywhere.

I had been steadily rising towards orgasm for a while, and her asshole squeezing my cock even tighter as she came very nearly put me over the edge.

Mason must have recognized the look on my face, as she gave me a wry little smile and said, “You’re just about to cum, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head reluctantly. For as much as I would have liked to continue fucking her ass, I knew I’d reached the point of no return. I had maybe half a minute left and that was it.

“Then bring your cock up here,” she said. “I want to clean your cock of my ass juices before you cum on my face.”

With Mason’s dirty talking turning me on even more, I quickly yanked my cock from her asshole and scrambled up the couch, straddling her body while I climbed to my feet on the couch.

Tightly gripping the back of the couch for support, I guided my cock into Mason’s open mouth and began to pump my hips forward and back, slamming my cock into her mouth while she groaned and gagged and choked beneath me.

I was somehow still able to hold off cumming for the time being, and thought I might even be able to continue doing so for a little while, but that thought was quickly squashed as Mason ran one of her hands between my legs.

Bypassing my sack, which I figured was her destination, she kept going until one of her fingers was between my ass cheeks, and then was rubbing my asshole.

I cursed under my breath and let out a low, animalistic groan, but was still able to keep myself from cumming, at least until the tip of her finger entered my asshole.

Once that happened, it was all over.

A deep, gasping breath, followed by a series of curses and then my entire body was shivering from head toe as the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced racked my body.

Mason popped my cock out of her mouth as I started to cum but continued jerking me off, taking blast after blast of my seed onto her face, until it was covered in white. Her finger remained in my asshole until I was finished, after which she gently pulled it out then stuck it into her mouth.

Watching her suck my ass juices off her finger with a face full of cum was a treat, it was so dirty and nasty and filthy and awesome that I just shook my head and laughed under my breath.

“I take it you liked that?” she said after popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I muttered, still smiling, as I flopped down onto the couch next to her.

“Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” she asked, turning to look at me. She was smiling as though she had enjoyed herself.

“That and more,” I said.

“That’s good to her,” Mason said. “I always like it when people leave satisfied.”

“Well I certainly am,” I said. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Were you satisfied?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Mason said. “Why?”

“I just feel bad that I didn’t last longer,” I said.

“Don’t worry about how long you lasted,” she said. “You made me cum three times, which is more than I was expecting.”


“Hell yes,” she said. And while I didn’t necessarily believe her, she was a good enough actress that I came away not feeling too guilty.

“Well okay then,” I said.

“And besides, now you have something to shoot for next time we get together.”

Now that made me happy. An invitation back was more than I could have hoped for.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to see me again,” Mason said, looking at me with a fake pout.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, playing along. But I couldn’t fake it for more than a few seconds and I broke out in a wide smile. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I’d love to get together again. Sooner rather than later.”

“Then it’s a date,” Mason said. “And next time we can actually get a little freaky instead of playing it safe.”

“Sounds good,” I said, thinking all the while: If what we just did was safe, what the hell was freaky going to look like?

I had no idea. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t wait to find out.








Well, so much for that.

The last time I wrote one of these confessions, I was coming off a particularly romantic session, so utterly unlike any of my previous nights with an escort that I swore them off and decided to make a run at a traditional relationship.

That was almost six months ago. Six months of confusion, emotional distress, arguments, disillusionment, and worst of all, boring sex.

So I gave up.

Last night, after contentious evening with my so-called girlfriend that ended with us broken up and me angry as hell, I made the call. I set up an evening with Jenna Mynx, a pornstar who escorts on the side. Although I’ve never been with her before, I feel like I know her well, having jerked off to way too many of her movies over the past few years.

Normally I don’t set up sessions with porn stars, mostly because they use their notoriety as an excuse to charge three times the average going rate. But I figured after taking so much time off in an attempt to go the legitimate route, I deserved to splurge. And so I did. Jenna is one of the most popular pornstars in the world, and from what I understand—not to mention what I’ve seen on screen—an incredible fuck.




My stomach is full of butterflies as I wait in my hotel room, working on my eighth beer of the evening. Normally, a session with an escort doesn’t make me nervous at all, but the six-month layoff combined with the fact that I was going to spend the evening with a pornstar instead of a normal escort had given me a good case of the nerves.

I’m reasonably certain it won’t affect my performance, but I’m sure it will mess with my personality a bit. Even with all the beers I’ve already finished, I’m still feeling a bit on the shy side. Although I doubt it will matter at all. Jenna is known for being a heavy talker, plus she’s undoubtedly used to being men who are a bit star-struck, so I’m sure she won’t care that I’m most likely going to keep my mouth closed all night.

There’s a knock on the door. I pound the last of my beer, take a deep breath, and head over towards it. After taking another deep breath, I open the door.

Standing there, in the flesh, is Jenna. I take her in with my eyes all at once, staring at her for what seems like an hour but is really only a second.

When I called I asked that she come over dressed normally instead of all decked out in a typical pornstar outfit and she’s obliged, wearing a pink and white striped short-sleeve sweater that exposes a little strip of tanned skin at the bottom of her washboard stomach, a pair of blue jeans and heeled sandals. Her long black hair covers half her gorgeous face and her makeup is relatively subtle, compared to some of the getups I’d seen her wearing in the movies.

Her big, blue eyes were ringed with just a little eyeliner, she has a stud in the side of her nose, and subtle lipstick that matches her sweater. Her tits are small and perky but her legs are long and toned. She’s a beauty to behold, one of the most fuckable girls I’ve laid my eyes on in some time.  

My breath catches in my throat and my heart starts to pound. Not just because she’s so freaking hot (although she is) but because it’s actually happening. It’s amazing how much of a difference it makes when the girl standing out there waiting to come in and fuck me is a pornstar instead of a normal escort. It really shouldn’t matter, after all the principle is exactly the same, but it does. A lot.

 “You must be J.T.,” Jenna says, taking my shyness in stride, just as I figured she would.

I nod.

“Do you mind if I come in?”

“Of course not,” I manage to say. I stand aside and she walks by me. I peek at her ass as she walks by. It’s as tight as it always appears to be onscreen. I close the door and turn to face her. 

She’s standing there, staring at me with an expectant look on her face. It takes me a moment but I eventually figure out what she wants. I dig into my pocket and pull out a wad of cash and hand it to her.

She gives me a little nod of thanks, then counts it and slips it into her purse. “You seem a little nervous,” she says. “Is this your first time doing something like this?”

“No,” I say. “But it’s been a while.”

“Just relax,” she says, dropping her purse on the coffee table. “I’ll take care of everything.”

She steps towards me and leans in and kisses me. I kiss her back, opening up my lips to accept her tongue. As we explore each other’s mouths, her hands drop down to my waist. She deftly undoes my belt and the top button of my pants, followed by the zipper.

As I take a deep breath to keep myself under control, she drops to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down as she goes.

With my pants down around my ankles, I watch Jenna as she grabs a hold of my cock and holds it up against my stomach and runs her tongue lightly over my balls. Smiling, she looks up at me.

“You like that don’t you,” she says. “You like it when I lick your balls.”

I nod.

Smiling up at me, she goes back to work on my balls, taking them in her mouth and bouncing them around with her tongue while her hand moves up and down on my cock, gently jerking me off.

Eventually she releases my balls and lets go of my cock, allowing it to hang naturally, or as natural as a rock-hard cock can hang. It’s sticking straight out, parallel to the ground.

“You’ve got a very nice-looking cock,” she says. “Do you mind if I take it in my mouth?”

I shake my head.

“Yeah, I didn’t think you would,” she says.

Jenna opens her mouth and wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. With her hand gripping the base, she sucks on the head for a few seconds. She pulls her mouth off my cock, gathers up some saliva and spits on it. Her eyes still looking up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she  jerks me off, working the saliva in.

“Do you like how my lips feel around your cock?” she asks.

I nod again.

She laughs. “You don’t talk much do you?”

I shake my head.

Her mouth turns up in a little half-smile. “Feeling a little shy, are we?”

I nod.

“That’s okay,” she says, still working my cock with her hand. “I’m used to it. Besides, I’ll talk more than enough for the both of us. Unless you don’t like that sort of thing, of course.”

“No, I like it,” I say.

“Good,” Jenna says. “Because my mouth has a mind of it’s own.” She pops it open, her lips creating a big O. She slips my cock into her mouth, taking it almost all the way down before sliding it back out. “See what I mean,” she says once my cock is clear of her lips. “I just can’t seem to keep it closed.”

Smiling, I laugh softly and shake my head.

“Oh wow,” she says. “You do you have a personality after all.”

I raise my hand and bring my forefinger and thumb close together. “A little one,” I say.

Jenna laughs. “That’s okay,” she says. “The size of your personality isn’t what’s important right now. The size of your cock is. And it’s certainly not a little one.”

She takes my cock in her mouth again and starts bobbing her head forward and back, taking it three quarters of the way down every time, sucking me off at a good, solid, medium pace, her hand working in unison with her mouth.

She slides her knees back a little bit, until she’s in the traditional doggy-style position, giving me a much better view of her ass.

While she continues working my cock, I bend over and grab ahold of one of her ass cheeks and give it a squeeze. It’s soft at the surface but hard just underneath, big and shapely and extremely well-maintained.

Jenna pulls my cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, “You like my ass, don’t you.”

It’s not a question, not really, but I nod in reply anyway.

“Well then, let’s give you a better look.” She quickly slips out of her jeans and tosses them over by her purse, then climbs back into the same position as earlier; on her hands and knees, my cock in her mouth, her ass sticking up in the air. Now she’s wearing only a red g-string that barely covers her holes and leaves the rest of her round, bubbly ass exposed.

It’s such a perfect ass that I can’t help myself. I reach back and give it a little smack.

She lets out a yet little yelp of surprise followed by a moan of pleasure.

Taking this as a good sign, I switched my hand over to her other ass cheek and give it a smack also.

Jenna reacts the same way, punctuating her enjoyment by going after my cock with a little more urgency.

Enjoying the way things are going, I smack her ass again, a little bit harder this time. She ups the energy even more. So I smack her again, and again, and again, trading off ass cheeks, my slaps getting a little more intense every time, my cock growing harder and harder inside her mouth as she continues matching my aggression.

Once both her ass cheeks are good and red, I stand up straight once again and look down to watch her suck my cock.

She sees me watching and gives me a wink then rises up a little higher. Putting her hands on my thighs for balance she pushes her head forward, taking my entire cock in her mouth, and holding it there, deep in her throat.

“Holy fuck,” I moan under my breath as she deepthroats me for a good five seconds before pulling her head off.

“Do you like that?” she asks after catching her breath. “Do you like it when I swallow your entire cock and hold it deep in my throat?”

I nod.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes please,” I say.

“Oooohhhh, you actually spoke,” she says. “You must really like it.”

I nod.

Laughing softly, she wraps her lips around my cock and again deepthroats me, this time maintaining eye contact the entire time.

I put my hands on the back of her head and force my cock even further down her throat, until her nose is pressing up against my skin and her bottom lip is touching my ballsack.

Jenna gags and coughs and tries to back away but I don’t let her, holding her head in place with my hands for another couple seconds before finally letting her go. Her head flies back and she gasps for air.

Once she’s caught her breath, she gathers up a bunch in saliva and spits it on my cock and starts working it in with her hand. Looking up at me, her eyes filled with excitement and her lips turned up in a big smile, she says, “You like taking charge, do you?”

“Sometimes,” I say.

“Then go right ahead,” she says, putting her arms behind her back and opening her mouth wide. “Take charge. Show me what you can do.”  

I take a half step forward and slide my cock into her mouth, then grab two handfuls of her hair and move my hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

I start off relatively slowly, giving her my entire cock from tip to base in a series of medium-paced pumps. Wet, gagging sounds are coming from her mouth and saliva is dripping down her chin, some of it getting on her chest and some of it getting on the floor. She’s still looking up at me, tears leaking down her puppy-dog eyes, making a mess of her mascara.

Even though it’s probably all an act, the look of pure submission on Jenna’s face fuels me further, and it isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock into her mouth more intensely, my balls slapping up against her chin at the end of every thrust. I hammer her face a few more times before holding it deep in her throat, forcing her to deepthroat me once again.

After holding my cock in her throat for a full eight seconds this time, I release her head, giving her the chance to back away, but she stays there for a couple more seconds on her own before finally pulling her head off.

Before she even has a chance to catch her breath, I bend over at the waist and stick my tongue in her mouth. With her chest heaving, we make out, the sensation amplified by her desperate need for air.

One of her hands migrates to my cock and starts playing with it while one of mine makes its way under her sweater to one of her breasts to rub and caress her nipple.

Eventually I break off the kiss, allowing her to finally fully catch her breath. We both take the time to shrug our shirts off, leaving her red g-string as the only piece of clothing on either of us.

Looking up at me as I stand over her, Jenna says, “Are you ready to stick that nice cock of yours in my pussy?”

I nod.

“I’m ready for it to,” she says. “Well, almost. First I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything you want,” I say.

“Anything?” she asks.

I nod.

“Well, in that case . . .”

Jenna releases my cock and turns her body so she’s facing away from me. She slips her panties off then drops her hands to the floor, putting her in the doggy position. With her back arched and her ass up in the air she turns her upper body to look back at me.

“Well,” she says. “What are you waiting for? Come on down here and eat my pussy.”

I drop down to my hands and knees and stick my tongue out and run it up her shaved, sweet snatch, starting at the bottom and finishing up near her asshole.

I do this a couple times, my tongue penetrating her pussy a little more deeply with every pass, building up the anticipation. After getting her pussy nice and wet, I bury my face between her cheeks, my nose pressing up against her asshole, my rigid tongue pushing deep inside her pussy.

“There you go,” she says. “Stick that tongue deep in my pussy.”

I grab ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, then press my face more firmly against her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, moaning as she says the words. Her upper body is still turned, allowing her to look back and watch me as I eat her pussy. “You like the taste of my sweet little snatch, don’t you?” she says.

I nod as best I can without slipping my tongue out of her pussy.

“Yeah, I can tell,” she says. “Here, let me help you get a better taste.”

Smiling, she reaches back with one arm and grabs the back of my head and pulls me in tighter against her, smashing my face against her flesh. Her pussy is gushing by now, drenching my entire face with her juices as she holds me in place.

My breath grow more shallow, searching for air wherever it can be found. There isn’t much of it, and what there is seems to come from inside Jenna. I feel like I’m breathing in her essence, and it’s making me lightheaded. But instead of causing panic, it makes me feel euphoric. If I’m going to get smothered to death what better place to do so than Jenna Mynx’s pussy?

My peripheral vision is just starting to turn gray when Jenna finally releases my head. I pull back a little bit and breathe some good, clean air in an attempt to clear my head. I’m just starting to feel normal again when she slams her ass back into my face one more time.

But instead of holding it there she pulls back quickly before slamming it back again. Jenna bounces her ass against my face a few times, laughing in pleasure as she does so.

Once she’s had her fun, she says, “Okay, you’ve been a good boy. I guess you can stick your cock inside me now.”

Staying on my knees, I raise my upper body and shuffle towards her until the front of my thighs are touching the back of hers and my hard cock is resting on top of her ass. I grab ahold of my cock and rub the tip of it against her pussy for a few seconds before sliding it in.

I work it slowly, starting off by giving her just the tip, then gradually giving her more and more of my cock until she’s getting the whole thing, from tip to base, with every pump.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” she says. “Work my little pussy with your cock.”

Jenna’s dirty talking gets me fired up. I put my hands on her hips and pump her pussy with more intensity, hammering away at her with everything I have while excited sounds escape from her mouth.

I press down on her lower back, forcing Jenna to arch her spine. This alters the angle of entry and allows me to penetrate her more deeply. I slam away at her, the sounds of flesh slapping together filling the room.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” she says between shallow, desperate breaths. “Pound that fucking pussy. Treat me like the slut that I am.”

Jenna sounds like she means it, so I decide to test her out, slapping her ass with my palm.

“That’s it,” she says. “Slap that fucking ass while you fuck me.”

So I do, smacking her ass repeatedly while I continue fucking her pussy.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she says, practically screaming now. I’m pounding her with more aggression than ever before, my body slamming up against hers hard enough to cause her to yelp when we come together.

Wanting to mix things up a little bit, I wrap my hand around her waist and guide her to the floor so we’re both lying down in the spoon position, her ass pressing up against me. I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass, then slide it into her pussy from behind.

I work it slowly at first, getting used to the new position before gradually picking up steam. She grabs ahold of one of her ass cheeks and pulls on it, opening herself up to me even more.

It isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy, pummeling her while she groans and moans beneath me. She turns her upper body so both her shoulder blades are on the floor, leaving her lower half sideways to me, allowing us to make out while I continue fucking her from behind.

Leaving my cock deep insider Jenna’s pussy, I pause for a moment, then hook my arm around her leg. With the crook of my elbow under her knee, I lift her leg until it’s facing up towards the ceiling and continue fucking her.

Staring at her face, which is just inches from mine, I give her a little smack on the breast.

“Oh, you want to get rough, do you?” she says. “Is that what you want?”

Instead of nodding I give her an evil little smile.

“Well if you’re going to do it, do it right,” Jenna says. “Slap my tits like you mean it.”

So I do, smacking it harder.

“That’s more like it,” she says. “But you can do it even harder. I can take it.”

With my cock slamming her pussy more aggressively than ever, I slap Jenna’s tit again. The sound echoes about the room like a gunshot. She yelps, then a low moan follows.

Jenna’s body is bucking up against me, slamming into me just as much as I’m slamming into her. She’s looking directly at me, her eyes full of need.

“Smack my face,” she says, her voice low and serious. “I want you to smack my fucking face.”

I oblige Jenna, giving her a little slap on the cheek.

“Harder,” she says.

I smack her harder.

“Harder,” she says again.

I slap her even harder.

“There you go,” she says. “That’s better. Do it again.”

So I do.

“Again,” she says, her tone desperate now. “Don’t stop. Keep slapping me. Make my fucking face red.”

I slap her continuously while her moans grow louder and her breath rate increases until she’s practically hyperventilating.

“Punish me,” she growls while I’m smacking away at her. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

A low, guttural moan escapes from her mouth and her body shivers in pleasure.

I smack her again. And again. And again, unsure of how many times I’ve done it. But Jenna is still enjoying it more than ever. Or her body is, at least. Her screams and shudders continue growing in intensity until a huge, bucking, screeching orgasm finally overwhelms her.

Jenna takes a moment to recover, then pulls her pussy off my cock and turns around and pushes my shoulders down so I’m lying down with my back to the floor and my face towards the ceiling.

“Now it’s my turn to take control for a little while,” she says, straddling me, her knees on the floor on either side of my body. Staring down at me with a smile on her face, she grabs ahold of my cock and holds it upright as she eases her pussy onto it, taking just the tip of it inside her and holding it there for a couple seconds before lowering the rest of herself down onto me.

With her palms on the floor alongside my head, Jenna rides my cock, leaning forward so her perky little tits are in my face. I attach my mouth to one of her nipples while she moves her ass forward and back, still staring down at me.

I put my hands on her hips and help Jenna bounce up and down on me, impaling herself on my cock. Then I let my hands drop and slap her ass. She bites down on her bottom lip and nods her head and starts hammering herself down on me even harder. I slap her ass again. She replies by raising her upper body up and riding me even more aggressively than ever, her entire weight slamming down on me now.

“You like that?” she says. “You like when I ride your cock? When I bounce up and down on you like a fucking jackhammer?”

In reply I grab a handful of her hair and yank back on it, tilting her chin to the ceiling and arching her spine, displaying her perky little tits more prominently. Hanging onto her hair with one hand, I use the other to give her tits a smack, first one and then the other.

“Hit me harder,” she says, practically snarling the words while she glares down at me with fire in her eyes. Jenna is totally into it now. “Fucking hit me harder.”

So I do, releasing her hair and slapping away at her tits with both hands. The sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room like a gunshot, echoing about, combining with the animal noises coming out of both our mouths to create a veritable symphony of sex.

Close to the point of no return now, I roll Jenna over, putting her on her back. She grabs her legs and spreads them wide, pulling back on them a little bit, her legs straight, her muscles taut.

“Is this how you want me?” she asks, the little half-smile back on her face. “Spread wide and waiting for you?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” I say, sliding my cock into her pussy and hammering away, my hands squeezing her inner thighs. I’m finally starting to loosen up, getting my groove back, losing the last vestiges of my embarrassment.

I smack Jenna’s thigh. She yelps and begs for me to do it again. So I smack the other side.

“Is that what you want?” I say.

This time Jenna is the one who nods instead of replying with words.

“You like it like that, don’t you?” I say. “You like it rough you fucking little slut.”

“I love it like that,” she says. “I fucking love it rough.”

I smack her inner thigh again, harder than ever, no longer worried about hurting her. She’s proven she can take it without any problem.

She releases her legs and starts rubbing her pussy while I smack the inside of her thighs some more, trading off from one side to the other, until both are red, while slamming my cock into her pussy with every last ounce of energy I have.

“Fuck me harder,” she screams. “Break me in fucking half! Turn me fucking inside out!”

Jenna grabs my hand and sticks my fingers in her mouth. I jam them down her throat, making her gag. A few seconds later I pull my hand out and wrap it around her neck, choking her as I pound away at her pussy. Her face turns red and she’s gasping for breath as I focus all my energy on her, choking her with one hand while continuously slapping away at various parts of her body with the other while hammering away at her pussy with my cock, my body slamming down into hers as I rise towards orgasm.

And then I’m there.

I release her throat and slip my cock out of her pussy and scramble to my feet, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her to her knees as I rise. I don’t have to say a word; Jenna knows the drill.

She grabs my cock and slaps it against her cheek a couple times, then takes it in her mouth, working the head of my cock with her lips while her hand jerks my shaft.

No more than five seconds later I utter a string of obscenities under my breath, then my body tenses up for a moment before releasing, sending a stream of white sperm rocketing from the tip of my cock.

With her head tilted up slightly and her eyes wide and looking straight into mine, she jerks me off while I cum, sending my sperm spraying everywhere; into her mouth, on her face, her neck, her hair.

She continues working my cock with her hand until it runs dry, then wraps her lips around it and uses her mouth to suck the last couple drops from me as I shiver in pleasure.

Looking up at me with her cum-covered face and a big smile, Jenna laughs and shakes her head.

“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious once again. An unwanted bi-product from the last six months.

“Don’t be so jumpy,” Jenna says, standing up. “It’s nothing. I’m just . . . surprised, that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Your skills,” she says, grabbing a hand towel out of her purse and wiping the cum off her face. “It was a lot more fun than I expected it to be tonight, that’s all. Especially after the way the evening started.”

“Sorry about that,” I say. “Like I said earlier, it’s been a while since I’ve done something like this.”

“How long, exactly?” she asks as she gathers up her clothes.

“Six month or so. I used to do it all the time but I decided to try and go the traditional route for a while. You know, a relationship and all that.”

“How’d that go?” Jenna asks. I can tell from the look on her face that it’s a rhetorical question but I decide to answer anyway.

“About as well as it did the first couple times I tried it,” I say. “Which is why I gave you a call.”

“And I’m glad that you did,” Jenna says, sliding her pants on and then slipping her shirt over her shoulders.

“Oh, you’re just saying that to be nice,” I say.

“No I’m not,” she says. “Trust me, I don’t bother saying things I don’t mean.” She leans over and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then heads for the door. “I had fun, I really did.”

The funny thing is, I actually believe her. Not that it matters though. Even if she is telling the truth I’m still gonna have to pay her if I want to fuck her again. Which is exactly how I want it, to be honest. No games, no bullshit, no messy emotions. Just sex, with no strings attached. Once you got past the money part, of course.

Jenna flashes me one last smile then exits the room. And just like that, she’s gone. And so am I. Until next time, of course. Which isn’t going to be too long from now. Whether you like it or not, I’m back in the saddle again. Or something like that.






Nick and Micah walk into Micah’s apartment after a night out drinking. They’ve been dating for almost two months but haven’t gone all the way yet. At five and a half feet and 115 pounds with long, dark hair and a firm body, Micah is cute as hell but a bit of a tease, always messing around with Nick but shutting him down before things go too far. But tonight is going to be different. Or so Nick hopes.

Micah has brought Nick back to her place for the first time in their relationship after spending the last hour hinting at the fact that they’re finally going to fuck without actually coming out and saying it.

And sure enough, as soon as they close the front door behind them, Micah immediately leans in and starts kissing Nick, aggressively jamming her tongue into his mouth, exploring around while she rubs his chest with her hands.

Nick returns the favor, grabbing her asscheeks and giving them a squeeze.

Micah responds by running one hand further down and rubbing it against his rapidly growing cock.

Nick is definitely excited but still wary. They’ve screwed around like this before but not gotten any further and he doesn’t know if he can handle getting shut down again. So he pulls away before things get too heated, just to make sure that this is actually going to happen.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Nick asks.

“Positive,” Micah responds. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“No backing out at the last second?” he says, smiling a bit, pretending like he’s joking even though they both know he really isn’t.

“Nope,” Micah says, her lips turned up in a little smile. “I’m ready to go all the way.”

Nick gave her an exaggerated look of skepticism.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

He shrugged. “I just want to make sure that if we get started, you follow through on it this time. I don’t know if I can take getting shut down at the last second again.”

“That won’t happen,” Micah says, smiling wider now. “I promise.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Nick says, smiling himself now. At this point, he’s just messing with Micah, forcing her to take the lead, to prove that she’s finally willing to go all the way. “I’ve heard that before.”

“That’s true,” she says. “But have I ever done this to you before?”

And with that, Micah drops to her knees, right there in the middle of the living room, and starts undoing the buttons on Nick’s jeans. She’s looking up at him with her big, brown eyes and biting on her bottom lip while Nick’s cock grows larger with excitement.

“No you sure haven’t,” Nick says.

“What about this?” Micah asks, yanking his pants down, boxers and all. “Have I ever done this to you before?”

This time Nick just shakes his head. His cock is sticking straight out, hard as a rock. The tip is practically touching Micah’s lips.

“I know I’ve never done this either,” Micah says, grabbing ahold of his cock and gently stroking it while still looking up at him. “And definitely not this,” she says before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock.

Nick lets out a little moan as Micah starts working his cock, sucking gently on the tip while working his shaft with her hand.

“No you certainly have not,” he says before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

Micah starts blowing him with more urgency, taking his cock deeper into her mouth with every pass. She’s a pretty good little cocksucker; it’s not the greatest blowjob he’s ever had but certainly not the worst. He’s just so excited to finally be getting one from her that the quality doesn’t matter much anyway.

She’s just starting to go after his cock with more intensity when the front door suddenly bursts open.

Micah pulls her head off of Nick’s cock. He looks up towards the front door to see a ridiculously hot blonde wearing a form-fitting black dress that barely covers her ass and shows off her ridiculous body standing there.

The blonde starts to laugh aloud as Micah scrambles to her feet.

Nick just stands there, his cock still sticking out. He’s too surprised to move.

“Shut the fucking door!” Micah says.

Still giggling, the blonde does so. “Well, well,” she says to Micah. “The little prude is finally getting busy.”

“Fuck you, August!” Micah says. Her face is flushed bright red and she’s obviously flustered. “You were supposed to be gone this weekend!”

“My plans changed,” August says. Her gaze shifts from Micah to Nick’s cock, which is still hard as hell and still fully exposed. “Not bad,” she says, a filthy little grin working its way onto her face. “Not bad at all.”

Micah glances over to where August is looking and sees what she’s staring at. “Pull your fucking pants up, Nick!” she says, horrified.

Nick does as he’s told, moving quickly for Micah’s sake even though he doesn’t feel the need to hurry.

“Well, you two have fun,” August says, keeping her eyes planted firmly on Nick as she leaves the room, still smiling.

“Goddammit I hate that bitch,” Micah says once August is gone.

“Who is it?” Nick asks.

“My fucking roommate,” Micah replies. “She’s a rude, disrespectful, arrogant little slut.”

Nick doesn’t comment on this. He just keeps his mouth shut and adjusts his cock in his pants. It’s still hard as hell; harder than ever before, in fact. At some point tonight, he’s going to need to release. One way or another.

He makes his way over to Micah, who is still visibly shaken, and puts his arms around her. “Don’t worry it about it, baby. Just let it go. No harm no foul.”

Micah takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Yeah, I guess.” She breaks off his embrace and roughly grabs his hand. “Come on, let’s go to my room.”

Micah leads Nick through the hallway and into her room. She’s still wound up but Nick is hoping to use that energy to his advantage. He closes her door and locks it as Micah falls onto the bed. Nick lays down next to her.

“Sorry about that,” Micah says, draping her arm over his chest. “It’s just . . . August always fucks everything up.”

“She didn’t fuck anything up,” Nick says. “She just delayed things a little bit. No big deal.”

Micah forces a smile onto her lips. “You’re right,” she says. “There’s no reason why we can’t pick up where we left off.”

“That’s the spirit,” Nick says, leaning over and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

They make out for  half a minute before things get started up again for real, Micah once again rubbing his cock while he squeezes her tits. She undoes her pants at the waist and slips them off, leaving her just in her panties from the waist down while he pulls her shirt over her shoulders and then unlatches her bra, revealing her large, soft, beautiful tits.

Taking the initiative now, trying to redirect Micah’s thoughts away from her roommate, Nick starts to suck on her nipples, working one for half a minute before switching over to the other one and giving it the same treatment.

Micah seems to be getting back into the swing of things, moaning softly and pulling Nick’s pants off once again, then grabbing ahold of his cock and jerking his shaft while he continues working her tits.

Nick runs his right hand down to Micah’s waist and starts rubbing her pussy over her panties. It isn’t long before they are soaked through.

Micah lets out a deep moan and pulls Nick’s head up and slips her tongue inside his mouth then yanks her panties off, freeing up her dripping wet pussy. Then she grabs his cock again and goes back to work on it, jerking it more aggressively now.

Nick returns the favor by slipping one finger inside Micah’s pussy. As he works it around, Micah starts making out with him more intensely. Nick takes this as an indication that she likes the ways things are going and slides another one inside of her.

Micah groans louder and starts bucking her hips. After half a minute of playing with each other while making out, Micah pulls her lips off of Nick’s.

“I need you inside of me,” she says, staring directly into his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Nick says.

“Positive,” Micah replies.

Smiling, Nick rolls atop her. Micah spreads her legs to accept him. They go back to making out for a short time before Nick grabs ahold of his cock and slides the tip of it inside her.

Micah gasps softly and starts breathing harder as Nick gently works his cock inside her. Even though Micah’s pussy is extremely wet, it’s still pretty tight, and Nick has to take things easy, not only for her sake, but for his as well.

“Oh my god you’re cock feels so good inside me,” Micah says. Her arms are wrapped around Nick’s neck and her eyes are full of pleasure. “I love having you inside of me.”

Nick loves it too, even though he doesn’t say anything. He replies with his body, giving Micah more of his cock with every thrust.

They are just starting to get into a good rhythm when the room is filled with the sounds of rock and roll coming through the walls. Nick doesn’t mind the music, but it’s clear that Micah does.

“Goddammit,” she says, not in enjoyment from the fucking but in annoyance from the music. “Why does she have to play it so fucking loud?”

“Just ignore it,” Nick says, doing his best to keep Micah’s mind off the music by lifting her legs up and tilting her hips back and fucking her with more intensity.

But Micah is having none of it. “I can’t!” she says. “Don’t you see? She’s doing it on purpose!”

“No she’s not,” Nick says. He doesn’t know if she is and he doesn’t really care, as long as Micah stays in the moment.

“Yes she is!” Micah says. “I hate her so fucking much! Fucking bitch!”

By now, Micah is no longer moving her body. She’s just lying there like a dead fish. So Nick lets her legs drop but remains atop her, his cock still in her pussy but his body not moving at all.

“Sorry, but I can’t do this with that music playing so loud,” Micah says, sliding her body back, forcing his cock out of her pussy.

“What if I ask her to turn it off?” Nick says.

“It doesn’t matter,” Micah replies. “It’s too late. I’m not in the mood anymore.”

Nick sighs and rolls off of Micah. He lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, at she turns onto her side and pouts. Not only is she complaining about her roommate now, but other things as well. But Nick isn’t listening. He’s zoned out, too annoyed to care any longer. He’s just going to hang out until Micah falls asleep and then take off. He’s had enough of this shit. It’s time to find a different girlfriend.




Thirty minutes later, Nick passes by August sitting on the couch watching TV as he heads for the front door.

“Where are you going?” she asks as he passes behind the couch.


“Micah didn’t ask you to stay?”

“She fell asleep a little while ago,” Nick says, the disappointment clear in his voice.

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