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DEPRAVED EROTICA 15

8 HARDCORE TALES

Featuring stories from:

Misty Rose

JT Holland

Taylor Jordan

Brock Landers

Tory Mynx

Jordan Parker

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, lesbians, threesomes and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS POUNDED BY MISTY ROSE

RELUCTANT SUBMSISION BY JT HOLLAND

NAUGHTY THREESOME BY TAYLOR JORDAN

PUSHING THE LIMITS BY BROCK LANDERS

 TAKING CHARGE BY JT HOLLAND

THE CLOSET SLUT BY TORY MYNX

NO MEN NEEDED BY JORDAN PARKER

SLUTTY WITH A CHANCE OF ANAL BY SCOTTY DIGGLER


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THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT GETS POUNDED

MISTY ROSE


First of all, right off the bat, you need to know something about me.

I’m a dirty little slut.

I’m not shy about it, not guilty or embarrassed to say it, not trying to hide it or pretend that I’m something I’m not.

The bottom line is: I like to get fucked. In the mouth, in the pussy, in the ass, double penetration, air-tight; if you can name it chances are I’ve tried it at least once. And probably enjoyed it.

No position is out of bounds, no deed too dirty, no act too depraved. Small dicks, huge cocks, white men, black men and every shade in between. Double-teams, triple-teams, gangbangs, orgies, old men, young men, other women. The list is endless.

That being said, there are certain things I like doing more than others. Or, more accurately, certain men I like doing more than others. I spent many years experimenting, trying out different guys, wading through an ocean of average partners to find the occasional diamond in the rough that I could come back to over and over and over again. I’ve got a list of them right here in my phone, filed under fake names and coded numbers, with a couple brief reminders on what they like.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I won’t pick a random guy up off the street and take him into public bathroom and give him a blow job anymore, it’s just that I don’t do it nearly as often as I used to. Now that I’m approaching my mid-20’s I don’t like to take a chance of being disappointed except for when I’m feeling particularly adventurous. Life is just too short for average sex.

So that’s me in a nutshell. You can’t say you haven’t been warned.


#


Today I’m going to get fucked by Travis.

Travis is an interesting guy. A mid-level vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Travis is an animal in bed when the conditions are right.

The trick with Travis is to make him believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him, which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all, if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know that.

That’s why men always come back to me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.


#


I arrive at his hotel room at just after 9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much easier. Especially with Travis.

“Nice to see you again,” he says, polite as always.

But I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.

His cock is curled up inside of his pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in and slide it free.

Right now it’s hard but not completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than halfway down.

“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s fucking good.”

Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.

I gather up all the saliva in my mouth and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”

He nods, still a little shy. Even with the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.

I slide a little further down beneath him and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”

“Yeah.”

A little more forceful that time, which is good. Time to keep pushing. He’ll get there soon enough.

With my hand still working his cock, I take his balls in my mouth. First one, then the other, then both together. I gargle them for a bit, alternating the pressure, then pop them both out of my mouth.

“How about that? You like that too?”

“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice gathering up even more steam.

Almost there now. I let go of his cock but leave it lying across the length of my face, just to the side of my nose. I go back to working his balls, attacking them with even more fervor than before, sucking them, licking them, running my tongue along the back of them and up his taint, pretty much making it impossible for him to leave his cock alone, unattended. For if there’s one constant in the universe it’s this: no man’s cock can go unattended while someone is working on his balls. If you’re not jerking it for him, it’s just a matter of time until he starts doing it himself. And once Travis has control of his cock, it’s all over. He’ll use it however I tell him to.

A few more seconds of working his sack and then it’s done. He starts jerking himself off. Bingo. Travis is no longer a passive participant. He’s in control. Even if he doesn’t yet realize it.

“Slap me with it,” I say in between licks as I look up at him. “Slap my face with your fucking cock.”

He does as I’ve asked, of course. But much too softly.

“Harder,” I say, still working on his balls. “I can take it.”

His cock slaps up against my cheek. Harder, but still not hard enough. Time to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” I say. “I thought you were a real man.”

And that’s all it takes.

A flash of annoyance on his face and the next thing I know he’s slapping my face with his cock hard enough to sting just a bit, his right hand controlling his cock and his left hand with a handful of my hair, controlling my head.

Now this is the Travis I know and love. “That’s right, just like that,” I say. “Take control of me, Travis. Take control.” Implicitly giving him free reign to do whatever he wants.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a firm grip still on my hair, he spins me around, shoves me back up against the wall and sticks his cock in my mouth, halfway down, holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls it back out.

 With his hands on the top of my head, holding me in place, he fucks my face, his hips moving back and forth, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag and gurgle and gasp for breath.

“Is that what you want?” he says, his cock still working my mouth. “You want me to fuck your pretty little face with my cock?”

Looking up at him, I nod as best I can with his cock still in my mouth. My eyes are wide, my eyebrows raised, begging for more, inviting him to keep doing what he’s doing.

He takes the invitation and runs with it, shoving his cock further down into my throat, forcing me to deepthroat him, then holding it there, my nose pressing up against his belly, my tongue darting out underneath his cock to lick his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles before pulling his cock out.

I gasp for breath but keep smiling and looking up at him.

He bends down until our heads are at the same level. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you,” he says.

“The dirtiest,” I say.

“Prove it,” he says.

“Tell me how.”

“Play with yourself,” he says. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself.”

I do as I’m told, sticking two fingers inside myself and moving them back and forth.

“Deeper,” he says. “As far as they’ll go.”

I stick my fingers deeper inside my pussy, past the second knuckle. My breathing rate increases and I bite my bottom lip to help alleviate the pressure.

“Another finger,” he says.

I oblige him, a sharp gasp coming from my mouth as I slip it in there.

“Now hold them there while I fuck your face,” Travis says.

He climbs to his feet and sticks his cock in my mouth. He again fucks my face, his hands right back on top of my head, controlling it, keeping it in place up against the wall.

The pressure is building up inside me, a combination of my fingers deep inside my pussy and the lack of air getting to my brain from Travis fucking my face without remorse. I’m breathing heavier now, just barely able to take in enough breath, but that’s okay because I’m right at the edge of cumming.

I pull my fingers from my pussy and start rubbing my clit, faster and faster, keeping time with Travis as he slams his cock into my mouth, bringing myself closer and closer and closer to orgasm. And then I’m there, my body shaking and shimmying as I cum, Travis sensing the moment too and taking the opportunity to shove his cock deeper into my throat and hold it there right at the perfect moment, forcing me to struggle for breath, causing my orgasm to be that much more powerful.

He pulls his cock out at the perfect time, right before I start to panic. I gasp for air and smile up at him, my body still recovering. But he doesn’t let up.

He grabs ahold of my hair and lifts. “Come on. Up, on your feet.”

I scramble up, my 4-inch fuck me pumps still only bringing my head up to his chin. He turns me around so my face is against the wall and my ass is facing him. Then he drops to his knees and hikes my dress up over my hips and shoves my panties to the side. Spreading my ass with his hands, he sticks his face between my cheeks and goes to work on my pussy.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” I say, mostly because I know how much Travis likes to hear me talk. He’s one of those guys that likes his women to be vocal, constantly providing him reinforcement that he’s doing the right thing. So I oblige him, talking more than usual between my very real moans of pleasure. He’s not great at eating pussy, but it’ll do. It’s hard to fuck things up too bad when you’re down there.

He starts slapping my ass, lightly at first, as if testing the waters. Not that he has to—he’s done that sort of thing before and I’ve never objected—but that was just his nature. Always waiting for positive reinforcement before taking the next step. So I give it to him.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

So he does.

I groan. “That’s right. Do it again. Like you mean it.”

He does, slapping my ass with both hands now, the smacking sound mixing with his heavy breathing and my moans of pleasure to create a strangely addicting cacophony. The unmistakable sounds of sex.

And then he climbs to his feet. Leaning in towards me, his hard cock pressing up against my back, his mouth next to my ear, he says, “Are you ready for my cock?”

Biting my bottom lip, I turn my head so I’m facing him and nod.

“Say it,” he says as he reaches around, grabs one of my tits and squeezes. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to fuck with me it,” I say, telling him what he needs to hear. “I want you to stick it in my pussy and slam it into me. I want you to treat me like a dirty little slut.”

“If you insist,” Travis says, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He grabs ahold of his cock and guides it inside my pussy, giving me just the tip for a moment before sticking it all the way inside. I’m so wet that it slides in without a hint of resistance.

He starts off slow but I’m too far along for that, so I slam my ass back against him, once, twice, three times, nearly knocking him off-balance.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he says good-naturedly. “All right then.”

He grabs ahold of my waist and starts pumping me crazily, his hips slamming up against my ass, jarring me, my whole body feeling the effects of his body hammering against mine, his grunts filling up the room.

I straighten my legs out, muscles taut, sticking my ass further up into the air. I put my palms against the wall to balance myself and give me a little more leverage. “Oh yeah,” I scream as another orgasm peeks it head around the corner.  “Right there. That’s the spot. Give it to me. Give it to me! Yes, yes, yes!”

My talking just causes him to up the intensity even further, which is exactly the point. A few seconds later and I’m cumming again, this time even more violently than the first, juices gushing out of me, making my pussy even wetter. Travis doesn’t even slow down, just powering right through and not letting up at all.

I look back at him, wanting to watch him as he fucks me. The look on his face is pure intensity. Gone is the trepidation from earlier. He’s totally flipped. No more mister nice guy. Now he was Travis the animal. The fuck machine. Just what I was looking for. My work was done here. It was time to sit back and enjoy the ride.  

And what a ride it is. Still hammering into me with no end in sight, already two orgasms in, he drags me down to the floor and forces me to my hands and knees. Sidling up behind me, he slips his cock into me and fucks me from behind, doggy-style, his hands spreading my ass, holding it open for his viewing pleasure, then working their way up to my shoulders and finally my hair as he grabs ahold and pulls, lifting my head up and back, towards him, forcing me to arch my back, giving him deeper access to my pussy. He’s slamming into me, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my yelps of pleasure slightly exaggerated for his consumption.

Then, with his cock still inside me, he lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.

His hands push down on the back of my head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.

I’m too far gone right now even for words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Travis fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.  

But Travis still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.

Sometime later, Travis pulls out, climbs to his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but that’s okay. I know Travis likes it and I’ve already had my fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow him to get off, to make him happy.

He straddles me, his big, muscular body looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy. Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me. He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide, opening up my pussy to accept his cock.

His leg muscles working hard, he drives his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face, clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

“Do it, do it, just like that,” I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Travis. Give it to me. Make me pay, Travis. Make me pay.”

I can tell from his reaction that this line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and I’m going to help him get there.

“Punish me,” I say. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Travis. Punish me!”

He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath. I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s gonna cum.

“Cum on my face, Travis,” I say. “I want you to cum on my face.”  

Again, not my favorite thing in the world, but I know that’s what Travis wants, what he’s waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.

He pumps his cock into me a few more times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further, his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything to make Travis happy.

And happy he is, smiling and laughing like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock, taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Holy shit,” he says, shaking his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re one hell of a fuck, Missy.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Travis.”

Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

“What do you say we take a shower and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say.

Because there’s no such thing as too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.


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RELUCTANT SUBMISSION

THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME FOUR

JT HOLLAND

 

It took Eric a little while to realize just how awesome Jasmine was.

Of course, from the first time they met, certain things were obvious. Namely, Jasmine was ridiculous hot, she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Eric was a happy man.

In the beginning, he was perfect content to meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just what was possible in the world of pleasure.

That first night it was only a little taste, but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that once was experienced could never be put out of mind.

 

#

 

The night starts out just like any other. Eric is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the door.

He glances into the peephole and see Jasmine there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.

Eric opens the door and holds out his hand to help Jasmine inside. She takes his hand, steps over the threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the door behind them.

They take care of the formalities and then it’s on to business.

Jasmine slips out of her full-length white coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Eric finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of her flesh.

Thin but not skinny, Jasmine always stays in shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the measure of perfection. Eric can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular basis.

But there seems to be something slightly different about Jasmine this evening. An edge that usually isn’t there.

His concerns are reflected almost immediately.

The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit your ass down on the couch.”

Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being so forceful, Eric does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo his belt.

“Did I tell you to do anything else?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh.

Eric shakes his head and gives her a funny look. He’s confused as hell.

“I can’t hear you,” she says.

“No,” he replies.

“That’s right. So leave them on. And sit on your hands, while you’re at it.”

He tilts his head and gives her a funny look. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” she says. “Now do it.”

“Fine,” he says. He shakes his head but does as he’s told.

“That’s a good boy,” Jasmine says, coming over to pat the top of his head as though he’s a dog. Which is fitting, because that’s what he feels like right now.

“What exactly is going on here?” Eric asks. Jasmine has never done anything like this before. Up until now, every time she’s come over he’s been the one in control, the one taking charge. He’s never even considered that she has another side to her. Which was a bit silly, in retrospect. Especially now.

“This,” she says, “Is my way of mixing things up. You see, every time I come over here it’s the same old thing. You slap me around and get to do whatever you want, and then you cum on me and then I go away until next week when we do the same thing over again.”

“But I thought you liked it,” he says, a little hurt.

“I do,” she says. “I like it a lot. But it gets a little old, always doing the same thing. I think it’s time we mix things up a little bit. And we’re going to start by getting you to understand the other side of the equation. Today I’m going to be the dominant one and you’re going to be my submissive.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I know you haven’t,” she says. “Which is exactly why were doing it tonight. You need to expand your horizons a bit.”

“But what if I don’t like it?”

“Don’t worry,” she says, an evil little smile on her face. “You will.”

“I don’t know,” he says doubtfully.

“Trust me,” she says. “I know what I’m doing.”

He couldn’t argue with that. From what he’d experienced so far with Jasmine, she definitely knew what she was doing. And then some.

“Fine,” he says. “Tell me what to do.”

“Oh I will,” she says with a little twinkle in her eye. “I most definitely will.”

A little flutter wiggles around in Eric’s stomach. He isn’t sure if it’s fear or excitement or a little of both.

“For now, just sit there,” Jasmine says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

“If you insist,” Eric says.

Smiling like she owns the situation (which she does, of course) Jasmine forcefully spreads Eric’s legs and steps between them. Then she reaches down and grabs ahold of his flaccid cock through his jeans.

“What’s the matter?” she says. “Don’t I excite you anymore?”

“Of course you do,” he says.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“Let’s just see about that,” Jasmine says.

She unzips his fly and reaches into his jeans and grabs his cock and pulls it out. It just lies there pathetically, the zipper teeth digging into his skin.

“Is that what you call excited?” she says.

“No,” Eric says. “It doesn’t look very excited.”

“Fix it,” she says.

Eric grabs ahold of his cock and starts to jerk it. Thirty seconds later he hasn’t gotten anywhere.

“Oh, poor baby,” Jasmine says in a tone that offers absolutely no sympathy. “You just aren’t feeling it, huh?”

“No,” he says, letting go of his cock.

“Why not?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Is it because you’re scared?” Jasmine asks.

“I think so,” Eric admits.

“Why? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

“I don’t know,” he says after a slight pause.

“You do think I’m going to hurt you, don’t you?”

“Not really,” he says. “I’m just afraid I’m not going to like it.”

Jasmine sighs and shakes her head. “It’s obvious you’re nervous, which makes sense. So we’re going to have a little conversation. Hopefully by the end of it you’ll understand a few things.” She sits down on his lap and looks him straight in the eye. “Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. I’ll start with an easy one. What do I do for a living?”

“You’re an escort,” Eric says.

“That’s right,” Jasmine says. “I’m an escort. And what do escorts do?”

“They get paid to have sex.”

“Exactly. Now, who does an escort get paid by?”

“The person they’re having sex with.”

“Right again,” she says. “Their clients. Now, with that in mind, is it fair to say that the more clients that call for a specific escort’s services, the more money that escort will make?”

Eric nods.

“So then how does an escort get more men to call her?” Jasmine asks.

“By . . . being good at their job?”

“Yes. And what constitutes being good at your job if you’re an escort?”

“Making the client happy.”

“Bingo,” Jasmine says. “The better job an escort does of making a client happy, the better the chances are she’s going to get more calls from him. And if she doesn’t make him happy, then she is in danger of losing him as a client, right?”

“Right.”

“Good. Now do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

“I hope so.”

She gives him a look that she’d give a five-year old. “Do you think I like money?”

“Yes.”

“And we’ve already established that more clients equal more money, right?”

“Right,” Eric says.

“So I’ll ask you again, do you think I want to keep you as a client?”

“Yes.”

“And how does an escort keep their clients?”

“By making them happy.”

Jasmine smiles at him and tilts her head slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”

Eric nods.

“Now, I can’t promise you that you’ll like it,” Jasmine says, “But so far I’ve never come across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it tends to open things up between people,” Jasmine says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”

“I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Eric says.

“Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.

“I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”

Jasmine raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”

Eric takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”

She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Eric isn’t sure.

“You won’t regret it,” Jasmine says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”

Eric narrows his brow in concern.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”

“If you say so.”

“Oh, I do,” Jasmine says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.

Eric looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”

 “Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”

“Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.

“That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”

“Yes mistress.”

“I bet you do,” Jasmine says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes mistress.”

“You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t breathe. Is that what you want?”

Eric just nods, her words affecting him so much that there is no possible way he could spit any words out right now.

“Well too bad,” Jasmine says, her voice mocking. She quickly pulls her head back and climbs off of him. “Because that’s not in the cards for today.”

Eric feels a stab of disappointment.

“But,” Jasmine continues. “The good thing is you’re hard as hell now, and all it took was me talking you through it.”

Eric looks down and sees that his cock is indeed sticking straight up. He laughs softly and shakes his head.

“Now put it back in your pants,” she says.

He opens his mouth to protest.

“Don’t even think about it,” Jasmine says, tilting her head as though scolding the dog. “Just do as you’re told.”

“Yes mistress,” Eric says, his voice reflecting his disappointment as he stuffs his cock back into his jeans and zips up the fly.

“Now we can get started for real,” Jasmine says. She turns around so her tight, perfect little ass is facing him. It’s hovering directly in front of his cock, no more than a foot away, taunting him.

She turns around and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight. Her leg muscles are taut, her ass tight as hell as she turns her upper body to look at him. With her eyes locked on his, she slaps her ass, her open palm smacking against her skin loud enough to make him wince.

“You like this ass of mine, don’t you?” she says, her voice harsh, demanding.

Eric nods.

“Say it,” she barks at him.

“I like your ass,” he says.

“You can do better than that.”

“I fucking love your ass, mistress.”

“That’s much better,” she says. “Now, I suppose I were to rub this beautiful little ass of mine on your cock, do you think you can keep from cumming?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“You think you can, huh? Well, let’s find out.”

Jasmine straightens her body up and backs up towards Eric until she is pressing up against the inside of his legs. She turns her head and flashes a nasty little smile at him, then drops her ass onto his lap and starts rubbing slowly it against his hard cock, which is held hostage beneath the surface of his jeans.

Moving her body in a circular motion, she rubs her ass over his cock for a bit, bounces on it a few times, then grinding on it, then sliding up and down the length of it, her tight little ass expertly working his trapped cock.

Eric stifles a groan. He doesn’t want her to know how good it feels. But she knows. It shows in her face when she turns her head to look at him.

“You like this, huh?”

He nods, unable to speak. Jasmine laughs and starts grinding him more aggressively.

Eric takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. But Jasmine isn’t having it. She increases the intensity further, her ass always on the move; bouncing, grinding, moving in circles, back and forth, up and down.

A soft groan escapes from Eric’s mouth. Here they are only a couple minutes into a lap dance it and already he has to focus all his attention to keep from cumming; the combination of pleasure and pain feels better than he could have imagined. Jasmine sure knew what she was doing.

“So soon?” Jasmine says, reading his mind.

“I’m fine,” Eric says. It’s only a half-lie. He reaches up and puts one hand on each of her hips, hoping that by taking an active part in things he can take his mind off how close he is to orgasm.

But Jasmine doesn’t cut him any breaks.

“Hands to yourself,” she says, slapping them away. “You don’t get to touch me until I say you can.”

Moaning, Eric drops his hands back to the couch. Jasmine grinds his cock for a little while longer before finally showing some mercy on him and standing up.

Eric exhales audibly, thankful for a break, now more how short-lived it might be.

Jasmine gives him a few seconds to gather himself then drops to her knees. She sticks her tongue out and gives his cock a lick through his jeans. He groans and starts breathing harder.

Jasmine laughs. Then she gives his cock another lick. Her smiling face is right in front of his crotch, looking up at him, her eyes locked on his.

“What do you think so far?” she says.

“I like it,” Eric replies.

“I knew you would,” she says. “And just think, we haven’t even really gotten started yet.”

Eric doesn’t know if this is a good thing or a bad thing. And he doesn’t have time to ponder it, as Jasmine is already getting back to her feet. This time she’s facing him as she straddles him, one leg lying flat on the couch on each side of him.

She doesn’t provide any relief for his cock, leaving it trapped beneath his pants while she rides him. She seems to be taking it easier for the time being, varying her pressure up a little more often, not taking him so close to the edge before giving him a chance to relax.

Shortly after one such lull she reaches behind her back and releases her bra. She pulls it off, revealing her small but incredibly perky tits. Her nipples are rock-hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

Eric reaches out to grasp her nipples; he just can’t help himself, they’re simply too inviting, too perfect to not be played with.

Jasmine lets him rub them between his fingers for a few seconds before shutting him down. She grabs ahold of his wrists and pins them back against the couch, one on either side of his head.

“What part of no touching don’t you understand,” she asks.

“I’m sorry,” Eric says. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well you’d better learn to, otherwise it’s going to be a long night for you.”

“I’ll try, mistress,” he says.

“Not good enough,” she says. “Do it.”

“Yes, mistress.”

Jasmine nods and starts once again grinding on his cock. Her hands are still wrapped around his wrists and she’s still holding them tight against the couch. For some reason he finds this extremely hot. Maybe there is something to her claim that being on the other side has some of its own pleasures. He’s still not totally convinced but he has to admit that he’s feeling something different right now, an excitement that tickles him in ways that their normal sessions didn’t.

Jasmine must have been able to read his facial expressions, as she puts words to his exact feelings shortly after they cross his mind.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says.

He nods.

She grips his wrists more securely, pushes them harder against the couch. Then she proceeds to grind on his cock more aggressively, bouncing up and down on his groin, riding him like a cowgirl, her face looking down on his with growing intensity.

“Do you still want to play with my nipples?” Jasmine asks.

“Yes, mistress,” Eric replies, the words rolling off his tongue like second nature now.

“Then come get them,” she says, continuing to ride him.

He starts to move his arms forward but she pushes them back into place. He flashes her a questioning look.

“Not with your hands,” she says. “Use your mouth.”

Eric smiles. He’s starting to enjoy this little game. He cranes his neck forward as far as it will go. But still he’s a couple centimeters short of his goal. He can see Jasmine’s glorious nipple right there, almost within reach. He looks up at her face but it’s obvious she’s not going to help him out by shifting her body forward. In fact, he starts to believe that she is deliberately setting herself up so her nipples are just barely out of reach. Her evil little smile lends credence to this idea,

But he’s not willing to give up just yet. Wanting to see if he can circumvent her plans he sticks out his tongue and gives her left nipple a good, long lick.

Jasmine can’t hide the groan of pleasure that comes from her mouth even though she tries.

Smiling inwardly but careful not to show it, Eric shifts his head and goes after the other nipple. But Jasmine moves back at the last moment and he once again comes up just a wee bit short.

Disappointed, he looks up at her.

“Come on,” she says, “You can do it.”

Eric strains further forward, stretching his neck out as far as it will go with his arms still being pinned to the couch by Jasmine. He gets a lick in on the other nipple but before he can do anything else Jasmine pulls her body back a little further.

“Ah, come on,” he says, his voice an exaggerated whine.

She laughs. “You want my nipples that bad, huh?”

He nods vigorously.

“Fine,” she says, leaning forward far enough that he can wrap his lips around her protruding nipple.

Eric sucks on it greedily, rolling it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. After a short while he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Jasmine releases her hold on his wrists and wraps her arms around his head. Squeezing tightly, she presses his head closer in towards her, smashing his face against her chest, forcing her nipple deeper into his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe, a sensation that he finds strangely intoxicating.

With his mouth still attached to her nipple as though breast-feeding, Eric shifts his head and looks up at her face as best he can.

Jasmine’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. The hollow of her neck is fully exposed. She is still grinding on Eric’s cock with just as much enthusiasm as before; if anything, she’s moving faster against him.

Eric bites down on her nipple. Not too hard, but certainly not softly.

Jasmine groans and starts grinding him even more aggressively.

Eric is super-excited but in no real danger of cumming yet. Now that she is allowing him to take an active (albeit limited) part in the proceedings he’s able to divert his attention away from his own pleasure.

He bites down harder.

Jasmine curses beneath her breath and bounces on his still-trapped cock even faster.

He bites down one more time, eliciting a sharp gasp from Jasmine. Her body pauses, tenses up for a moment, then releases in a quick shudder. She grabs ahold of his hair and forcibly removes his mouth from her nipple. He lets it go with a pop.

Looking up at her, Eric smiles. But she glares down at him.

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t like that,” he says.

“You did good,” she admits.

“So I get to fuck you now?”

Jasmine laughs and shakes her head. “No, not yet. We’ve still got a ways to go before happens. If it even happens at all.”

“Wait a minute, what does that mean?”

“It means you have to do a hell of a lot more to please me before you get a chance to stick your dick in me,” she says. “And even if I do allow that to happen, it’s going to be me that’s fucking you. Not the other way around. But for now just shut up and do as your told, okay?”

Sulking a little bit, Eric grumbles, “Okay.”

“What?”

“Yes, mistress,” he says, still in a slightly whiny voice.

“You’re going to have to do better than that,” she says.

“Yes, mistress,” Eric says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say, mistress.”

“I still don’t like your tone,” Jasmine says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention before we move on to the next thing.”

“Sorry, mistress,” he says in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“It’s too late now,” she says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”

Eric does as he’s told without putting up a fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly starting to enjoy the submissive role. Jasmine had been spot-on earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking forward to it.

He is just starting to wonder what’s going to come next when Jasmine climbs atop him, scoots forward until she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him completely.

 Caught off guard, Eric gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world consists of Jasmine’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy stickiness of her juices.

Panicking, he tries to push Jasmine off with his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he gives up.

“That’s right,” Jasmine says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

Eric’s not sure about the second part but he is able to relax a bit. Even though he feels like he can’t breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him conscious, allowing his panic to subside.

Jasmine remains in place for another minute before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath, his face red and his eyes watering.

“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”

“Thanks,” Eric manages. He realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased further.

“Keep it up and I might even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.

“Just tell me what else I need to do, mistress.”

Jasmine tilts her head, gives him a little nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”

Eric nods and looks up at her expectantly. His eyes are hungry with anticipation.

“Open your mouth,” she says. “And keep it open no matter what.”

He nods and does as he’s told.

Still squatting above him, her pussy mere inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth, Jasmine goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.

“Drink it up,” Jasmine says, working herself feverishly to give Eric more of her pussy juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”

“I fucking love it,” he says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”

“Yeah?” she says, her excitement audible. “You want more?”

He nods vigorously.

Jasmine’s left hand gets involved, going to work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”

Eric obliges.

Jasmine drops her pussy back onto his face, grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work her clit with her fingers.

As she drops onto his face Eric finds his excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Eric is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other woman, for that matter) before.

Then he feels her body tense up for just a moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night, and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she reaches orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit,” she cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s happy.

“You liked that, huh?” he says, risking her ire.

“I liked it a lot,” she replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you like that?”

“I would like that very much, mistress,” he says.

“Good answer,” Jasmine says. “Very good answer.”

She slides down his body and positions herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it out, Jasmine undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

Eric gasps in relief. He never would have thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Jasmine’s approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now on.

All Eric’s deep thoughts are suddenly forgotten the moment Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he says, his eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

“You like that, do you?” Jasmine says, smiling up at him.

He nods.

She takes him in her mouth again, gives him a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her mouth.

Eric makes a low groaning sound as she suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

Jasmine maintains eye contact the entire time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and playful at the same time.

Eric isn’t sure how much more he can take and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and tries to pull her up to him.

Jasmine slaps his hands away. “What do you think you’re doing?” she says.

“I need to stick my dick inside you.”

“Oh, you need to, do you?” she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different story.

Eric nods.

“How do you ask?” Jasmine says.

“Please,” Eric says.

“Please what?”

“Please ride my cock,” he says.

She tilts her head sideways, waiting for more.

“Mistress,” he adds.

“Say the whole thing.”

Biting down on his frustration, Eric says, “Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my cock inside of you. Please.”

“Fine,” she says in mock disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

And with that, she lifts herself onto her knees and climbs atop him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot more things I can do to you.”

“This is what I want,” Eric replies. “You can do more things to me some other night. Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

“If you insist,” Jasmine says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic oil.

The first few seconds after entering her are always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all Eric can do to not cum right then and there.

But after Eric weathers the first few seconds of the storm it gets easier. Jasmine works him like the expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside her with every thrust.

“You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

Eric nods.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Jasmine says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the situation. Whether she is or not Eric doesn’t know but she’s certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even more.

“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

“Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

“Yes please, mistress,” Eric says.

“Beg for it,” Jasmine says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of me.”

“Please, mistress,” he says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum, mistress.”

She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge of orgasm without any danger of going over.


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