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Kelly is a true slut. She’s willing to do pretty much anything. In the six months since we started hooking up, we’ve done things to each other that I’ve never done with anyone else. Things I’ve only seen done in dirty movies. But it wasn’t always this way.

The first time we hooked up it was on a whim; I hadn’t even known her for more than a couple minutes before we were getting it on. And the next couple of times after that, we had relatively normal sex. Nothing too crazy, nothing too perverted, nothing too filthy. The sex was still good, don’t get me wrong, but it was fairly unadventurous. Therefore, it was never truly great.

Because of this we started hooking up less frequently. It wasn’t deliberate, it just sort of happened. As it turned out, we both wanted something more out of our sessions. But Kelly wasn’t comfortable enough with me to ask for it explicitly. And I didn’t want to push things too far too fast, especially because she was three years my junior, even though she didn’t really act like it.

Luckily, almost exactly one month after our first hook-up, Kelly decided she’d had enough. We hadn’t hooked up in ten days, by far our longest break since we’d met. I was starting to think our little soirée was over, and was pretty bummed out because of it. Then she showed up at my door one evening, out of the blue, with a proposition that I couldn’t possibly reject.




There was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole, saw it was Kelly. My stomach fluttering in excitement, I opened the door and invited her in. She gave me a little nod and walked past me, then stopped and turned around right there in the hall. I closed the door and turned to face her. 

Kelly was wearing an oversized white t-shirt that hung just below her butt and sandals. From what I could tell she didn’t have any pants on. She didn’t have much makeup on, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t need it. Nor did she need to be dressed up to look good. She was hot as hell no matter what.

She did, however, have a concerned look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” Kelly said. “That kind of depends.”

“On what?”


“Okay,” I said. “Lay it on me.”

“Do you like fucking me?” Kelly asked, not beating around the bush at all, which was typical of her.

“Of course,” I said. “Why, don’t you like fucking me?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I think we have a lot of potential together. But so far we haven’t been reaching it.”

“I agree,” I said. “But how do we fix that?”

“Easy,” Kelly said. “We just talk about it. Let each other know what we want instead of feeling around so much.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” I said. “Do you want to start?”

“Sure,” she said. “To be blunt, I like it rough.”

She must have mistaken my look of excitement as one of concern, as she quickly went on to explain herself more fully.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The last few times we fucked it was fun and all, but if we want this to become a regular thing, we have to start getting a hell of a lot more adventurous.”

Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I’d known she was a little slut but this was even above and beyond what I could have hoped for. “Is that right?”

Smiling, Kelly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head. “And I’m not talking about just a good pounding.”

“What are you talking about?”

Kelly shrugged.  “Pulling my hair, slapping my ass, smacking my tits, that sort of thing.”

I smiled. “Oh, I think I can manage that.”

“I take it you’ve done that sort of thing before?”

“Once or twice,” I said, still grinning. “Or maybe a few more times than that.”

“So you like it rough too?”

“Very rough,” I said.

“Then why didn’t you ever get rough with me?”

“I didn’t know you liked it like that,” I said. “I mean, you don’t exactly look the type.”

“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”

“Not at all.”

“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said.

“I do too,” I said. “I just feel bad that I didn’t see the signs before. We could have been doing this stuff from the very beginning.”

Kelly ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time, won’t we?”

“It sure looks like it.”

She turned and headed towards the kitchen, pulling off her white t-shirt as she walked. Just as I’d thought, she had nothing on underneath except a black bra and panties with little white polka dots.

I followed her, my eyes on her tight little ass.

“So, do you have anything to drink in this place?” Kelly said as we entered the kitchen. “Nothing helps me get freaky like getting wasted.”

“Right over there,” I said, pointing at a cupboard near the fridge.

Kelly walked over to it, opened it up. “How about if we start off with a little of this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of Cuervo Gold.

“Sounds good to me,” I said, reaching in a different cupboard to grab a couple of shot glasses.

Kelly filled them up. We both took a shot. She filled them up again. And again we shot them. This went on for a good five minutes; each of us downing a shot each then immediately filling up the glasses and shooting them again. Eight shots each. All within a very short time.

Needless to say I was feeling the effects of so much tequila so quickly, and I was a pretty heavy drinker. In fact, I was amazed that Kelly was still standing, let alone apparently able to function. It was rare to find a girl that could keep up with me, especially one that was half my size. And she wasn’t even close to legal drinking age to boot. But she seemed good to go. Drunk, of course, but fully functional. All the better.

“I think that’s enough for now,” she said, slamming down one last shot of Cuervo. “Let’s get down to business.”

And before I could even say a word she dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen, yanking my shorts to the ground, boxers and all.

“Oh my,” she said as she grabbed ahold of my rock-hard cock and started slowly jerking me off. “Hard already, huh?”

“What can I say? It’s always like this.”


Grinning, I nodded.

“Wow,” Kelly said. “I’m starting to like you more and more.”

“The real question is, do you know what to do with it?” I asked, only half-joking.

She scoffed and gave me the evil eye. “Just watch and see.”

And so I did, looking down at her as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

Kelly worked my cock like an expert, mixing things up constantly, changing speeds and intensity with regularity. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with spit flying everywhere, coating my cock and balls and making everything slippery as hell. She spent equal amounts of time on all the different parts of my cock, from the head to the shaft to the base to my ball sack, all while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

She took a moment to undo her bra, freeing up her incredible tits. Small but not tiny and extremely perky, with nipples that stuck out like pencil erasers, they were absolutely perfect. Every time I laid my eyes on them they drew me in, mesmerized me. I could do nothing but  suck on them all day and be a perfectly happy man.

She knew how much I loved her tits, and she used them to fuck with me whenever she could. Like now. She slipped my cock from her mouth, gripped the base of it with her hand and slapped the tip of it against her nipple.

I laugh softly under my breath and shook my head.

“What?” she asked, acting all innocent.

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what she did.”

“Oh, you mean this?” she said, slapping my cock against the other nipple. Her smile was predatory. “I didn’t realize you liked that.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said flatly.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll be here all week.” She gave me a wink and went back to her sloppy blowjob.

After blowing me for a good two minutes, Kelly pulled her head back, gathered up some saliva and spit it on my cock, then started jerking me off. Looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine, she said,  “Fuck my face. Pummel my mouth with your cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and held her head in place while I slammed my cock in and out of her mouth. Moving quickly, giving her the whole length of my shaft every time, I did exactly as she had asked, pummeling her mouth, moving her head towards me at the tail end of every thrust to get my cock just a little bit deeper down her throat. My balls slapped up against her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth and onto the floor but she took it like a champ, gagging and coughing but not backing down one bit.

Even though I was face-fucking her with a fairly high-level of intensity, from the way Kelly was talking earlier, I figured she wanted it even rougher. So I decided to test her limits, see if she actually meant what she said.

I slammed my cock into her mouth but this time instead of pulling it back out I held it there, deep down her throat, my hands pushing on the back of her head to keep her from backing off.

About five seconds in, Kelly gagged but I held her in place, not letting her pull her head off. She gagged again, the followed that up with a cough. But still I pushed against the back of her head, holding my cock in her throat.

It wasn’t until she gagged a third time that I let go. Kelly’s head flew back and she gasped for air, her chest heaving and saliva pouring out of her mouth and onto the floor.

“Is that rough enough for you?” I asked.

“It’s a good start,” Kelly said, looking up at me with one half of her mouth turned up in an evil little half-smile. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

Laughing, I grabbed a handful of her hair and led her out of the kitchen on her hands and knees. Pulling Kelly forward, I dragged her over to the couch.

Once we were there, I reached down, picked her up, and tossed her lengthwise onto the couch. She landed on her back, her legs towards me. After yanking her panties off, I grabbed her ankles and spread them wide, then started to rub her shaved pussy with two of my fingers.

After Kelly was good and wet I slipped my fingers inside her pussy and started banging away, sliding them in and out with increasing intensity.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kelly moaned, playing with her tits as I continued finger-fucking her, my hand slamming in and out of her.

Kelly let go of her tits and grabbed her ankles, pulling them back towards her and holding her legs open wider, opening up her pussy even more to me. I took advantage, adding a third finger to the mix, filling up her pussy.

She let out a low groan and started bucking against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her. With my free hand I grabbed one of her tits and gave it a good squeeze, followed by a smack.

Kelly gasped and nodded her head. “Just like that,” she said between deep breaths. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

I smacked Kelly’s tit again, still finger-fucking her all the while. Her eyes were rolled up and her mouth was slightly open and little mewling sounds were escaping from her mouth.

Seeing her like that was almost more than I could take. My cock felt like it was going to burst through it’s skin. I needed to fuck her. So I grabbed one of her legs and threw it over my shoulder, then slipped my fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with my cock.

It slid in easily, her juices facilitating my entry. She uttered a little groan as I gave her my entire cock right from the get-go. After a couple of slow pumps to get us both warmed up, I start moving my hips faster and faster, fucking her in long, deep thrusts while she groaned beneath me.

Kelly’s pussy was so wet and I was so excited that it wasn’t long before I was hammering away at her, my body bouncing off of hers with every pump.

“Holy shit I love how you fuck my pussy,” Kelly said, looking up at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Give it to me like you mean it. Pound my tiny little pussy with your cock.”

I did as she asked, pushing her legs back so her knees were pressing against the seat cushion of the couch, folding her in half. I put one foot up on the couch to change the angle and give myself more leverage, then pummeled down on her, my cock filling her pussy up.

“Fuck yeah!” she screamed. “Just like that, just like that!”

Holding her legs down on the couch, I pounded her pussy while she continued screaming beneath me, my balls slapping up against her with every thrust, our bodies coming together with a wet smack.

I released one of her legs and used my free hand to grab one of her tits and squeeze. I pinched and twisted her nipple, causing her to squirm and yelp in shock. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and got the same result. But the look on her face told me that she liked it. And that she wanted more.

As I continued hammering away her more aggressively than ever, I reached out and stuck my hand in her mouth and yanked down on her mandible, putting pressure on her jaw. She gagged but made no move to try and get me to let go. She obviously liked it. Time to see how far I could take things.

I pulled my hand out of her mouth and gave her a little smack in the face.

She replied by bucking harder against me.

I smacked her again. “Is that what you want?” I asked. “You want me to treat you like shit?”

Her eyes wide, Kelly nodded.

“Is that how you like it?” I said. “Is that rough enough for you? Or do you still need more?”

“More,” she said between gasps. “Give me more.”

I slid my hand down and wrapped it around her throat.

“Like that?” I said.

She nodded.

“Do you want me to choke you while I fuck the shit out of you? Is that what you want?”

She nodded again.

I squeezed a little tighter, still slamming my cock into her pussy the whole time.

“You’re a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” I asked, marveling at her abilities.

She nodded yet again, her face starting to turn red from the lack of oxygen. Seeing her so helpless turned me on immensely, almost putting me over the edge. I released her throat and pulled my cock from her pussy and sat down on the couch.

Kelly climbed to her hands and knees and crawled over the couch towards me. “I got this,” she said. “It’s my turn.”

She climbed atop me and sat on my lap, reverse-cowgirl style, facing away from me, her ass pushing back against my cock, her legs outside of mine.

She grabbed ahold of my cock and lifted her body slightly, then maneuvered my cock into her pussy. After it was deep inside her, she grabbed my knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Kelly said as she started riding my cock, bouncing up and down on me in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

  She was slamming down onto me, her ass bouncing against my groin, impaling herself on my cock. My hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life while she pummeled me.

“You like that?” she asked, catching my eye in the mirror. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock like that?”

I flashed her a nasty smile.

“Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Kelly said, returning the look. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.”

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

She put her hands on my knees and leaned forward, then started pummeling me even more aggressively.

“Slap my ass,” she said.

I did as I was told.

“Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.”

So I did, slapping her ass in time with her thrusts.

“That’s right,” Kelly said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

She pounded away at me, smashing my balls as she dropped her body onto me with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second, right along with mine.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while I continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but I didn’t let up on it one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

Kelly turned up the intensity even more. Her screams reached a fever-pitch and they were no longer directed at me, but simply expressions of pure pleasure. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to make sure she got there first. So I held back, waiting for her to get there too.

I didn’t have to wait long.

She continued hammering down on me for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she reached orgasm. Her body shuddered and shook at the same time mine did, my cock shooting it’s load up into her pussy as she continued pounding away at me for a few more seconds before falling still.

I gave her one final slap on the ass and she climbed off my cock. She turned around and I could see that she had a wicked smile on her face.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much better,” Kelly replied. “Of course, it can still get quite a bit crazier.”

“And it will too,” I said. “Especially now that I know you like it rough.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, bending over and giving me a kiss.

“Neither can I,” I replied, patting her on the leg. “Neither can I.”






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 wrap 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 legs 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?







Rick Decker remembered when you used to have to wine a dine a woman to get her to sleep with you. Three dates at the minimum, sometimes more, and then maybe you’d get lucky. But not anymore. These days it seems like all you had to do is buy a young woman a drink or two and you’ve got a fifty-fifty shot of jumping in the sack.

And not only that, but women seemed more willing to get freaky than ever before. And earlier in the relationship too. It used to be that you’d have to make a woman feel comfortable with you before getting really nasty. A couple sessions of regular, straight sex, maybe with a little bit of oral, and then you would get progressively more and more nasty as the weeks and months wore on.

But no more.

Nowadays, chances are the first time you jump into bed with a young woman, she’s going to let you (or better yet, ask you) to do things it used to take years to build up to.

Not that Rick is complaining, mind you. Personally, he liked it much better this way than the old way. Especially after he met a young woman who was a true freak, willing to do the kinds of things you’d only see in porn. And throw in the fact that she had the face of a true slut, the body of an fitness freak and the attitude of a pornstar, and he’d be the first to admit that he’s one hell of a lucky dude.



 Her name was Tori and she was exactly how Rick liked his women. 21 years old, thin and athletic, dark hair, lots of tattoos, tight ass, long, sculpted legs, good sized but not too enormous tits, and a face that just screamed slut. Not particularly cute but still hot, she looked like the kind of girl that would get nasty in all the right ways. A little on the white trash side, but that just turned him on even more.

They met at a bar one night. They were both out with friends and somehow started talking. He didn’t remember the conversation at all but it must have went well, as right before her friends dragged her out to a different bar with them Tori gave Rick her address and asked him to come over the next evening to hang out. He told her he’d love to and then she took off.

Rick showed up at 6PM the next evening not knowing what to expect. But as soon as Tori answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She was wearing a red fishnet top over a black bra, a pair of tight-fitting black shorts that left very little to the imagination, and a pair of knee-high black boots. Nothing else.

His cock immediately started to rise.

“For some reason I feel overdressed,” Rick said, flashing her a little smile as he walked in.

“Don’t worry,” Tori said, closing the door behind him. She leaned up against him and looked him in the eyes. She ran her hand down his chest, over his stomach and settled on his cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

“You don’t waste any time, do you?” he said, laughing.

“What can I say?” Tori replied. “I know what I want.” She gave his cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing his zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”

Tori dropped down to her knees and pulled his pants off while Rick slipped out of his shirt. His cock was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. Rick had a pretty big cock. It was right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Tori was near the top of, from what he could tell.

Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open.

“Well, what do you think?” Rick asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from his cock and looked up at him. “Do you?”

“I do,” he said. “The real question is: Do you?”

She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped his cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked his shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down his cock with every thrust.

Tori’s head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took his cock three-quarters of the way down her throat and held it there for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

Tori took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on his cock. Still staring up at him with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked him off.

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