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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick gave her an exaggerated look of skepticism.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

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

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

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

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

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

“No you sure haven’t,” Nick says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut the fucking door!” Micah says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who is it?” Nick asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?” Nick says.

“Positive,” Micah replies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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


“Micah didn’t ask you to stay?”

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

“Before or after you two fucked?” August asks.

“Kind of in the middle, actually,” Nick replies, laughing humorlessly under his breath.

“What does that mean?” August asks, turning to face him. She seems genuinely interested in the conversation for the first time.

“Well, I was giving it to her when you turned your music up and she just couldn’t take it. It annoyed her so much that she pushed me off of her and rolled over. She said she wasn’t in the mood anymore. Half an hour later she fell asleep. So I put my clothes back on and here I am.”

“So you actually got her back in the mood after I barged in on you two in the living room?”

Nick nods.

“Very impressive,” August says.

“I’m not gonna lie, it took some work.”

“I’m sure it did,” August said. “And you were actually fucking her before I screwed things up again?”

“Yep,” Nick says. “Which was a miracle in an of itself, after two months of trying.”

“So this was the first time you guys fucked?”

“It sure was,” Nick says.

August laughs and shakes her head. “Sorry,” she says. “I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just . . .”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nick says. “It’s pretty funny. Sad, but funny.” He reaches for the door.

“Hold up a minute,” August says before he can open the door.

Nick looks back as she climbs to her feet and starts walking over towards him. He can’t help but again notice how insanely hot she is, from her long blonde hair to her face to her rocking body, which is spilling out of her form-fitting dress. And the black mascara around her eyes combines with the bright red lipstick to give her a slutty look that turns him on like crazy.

August comes to a stop a few feet away from him. She’s taller than he realized. 5’9“ or so, just a couple inches shorter than he is.

Nick looks at her, waiting, wondering what this is all about. But she just stands there, not giving him any hint. She’s just looking him over, as though inspecting a piece of meat.

“What is it?” he finally says.

“I feel bad about what happened,” August replies, a little smirk playing on her lips.

“No you don’t,” Nick replies, smirking right back at her.

Her smirk turns into a full-blown smile. “You’re right. I don’t feel bad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make things right.”

Nick tilts his head sideways. “How are you going to do that?”

“You’ll see,” August says. She grabs his hand and leads him back into the hallway.

“Where are we going?” Nick asks.

“Where do you think?” August says. “To my room, silly.”

Nick doesn’t know how to reply so he just keeps his mouth shut.

Once they’re inside her room, August tell Nick to sit down on the bed. He does so.

She locks the door behind them, then turns and walks towards Nick and stands over him, staring directly at him while he sits on the edge of her bed. His cock is already hard from anticipation and it’s growing harder the more he looks at August staring down at him.

“You locked the door,” Nick says. It’s partially a question and partially a statement.

“Well, we don’t want Micah barging in like I barged in on you two,” August says.

Nick tilts his head slightly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“That depends,” she says.

“On what?”

“On what you think I’m saying.”

“Well, it sounds like you’re saying that what me and Micah were doing when you walked in is what you and I are going to be doing here pretty soon.”

“Then yeah,” August says. “I was saying what you think I was saying.”

“Oh,” Nick says, his cock now completely hard with anticipation.

“Is that okay with you?” August asks.

Nick nods.

“Are you sure?” August says, smirking at him once again. “Because you don’t really look like you’re sure.”

“I’m positive,” Nick says. “Things weren’t working out between Micah and I anyway. She’s not really my type.”

“Am I more your type?” August says.

Nick laughs. “Yeah, actually you are.”

“Or course I am,” August says. “I’m a hot blonde with a rockin’ body. I’m everybody’s type. Even if they won’t admit it.”

“Fair enough,” Nick says.

“So are you ready for me to finish what Micah started?”

Nick nods, then clears his throat and takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He doesn’t know what to do next. But August does.

She leans forward and gives him a shove, pushing him back onto the bed. As he lays there, on his back, she deftly undoes his pants and yanks them off, freeing up his cock, which is sticking straight up in the air.

“Well, that makes things easy,” August says. “It looks like Micah had you all wound up.”

“It wasn’t only Micah,” Nick says. “It was you too.”

“Well, duh,” August says. “I knew that. I was just trying to pretend like I was being modest.”

“Fair enough,” Nick says, laughing.

Without another word, August climbs onto the bed and grabs ahold of his cock. She licks the tip of it, then runs her tongue down the underside of his shaft.

“Huh,” she says, sounding somewhat surprised.

“What?” Nick asks.

“You actually did stick your cock inside Micah,” August says.

“I told you I did,” Nick says. “You didn’t believe me?”

August just shrugs.

“By the way,” Nick says. “How do you know it was Micah I fucked earlier and not someone else?”

“This isn’t the first time I’ve licked Micah’s pussy juices off someone else’s cock,” August says. “And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

Nick laughs under his breath and shakes his head. “You’re a piece of work, aren’t you?”

“You’d better believe it,” August says. And with that, she takes his cock between her bright red lips and starts blowing him proper.

She’s an expert cocksucker, constantly changing up the depth and intensity and speed in which she works Nick’s cock, keeping him on the edge without taking him too far while maintaining eye contact the entire time.

August blows Nick for a good two minutes before popping his cock out of her mouth and climbing atop him, straddling his hips. She doesn’t waste any time, pulling her dress up over her waist and yanking her panties to the side, freeing up her smoothly-shaved snatch. Then she grabs ahold of his cock and holds it in place as she drops her pussy atop it, sliding it inside her without even bothering to take her clothes off.

“Holy shit,” Nick says as August starts bouncing atop him, not bothering to take things slowly at all. It isn’t long before she’s dropping her entire weight onto him with every thrust, riding him like a drunk cowgirl, staring down at him intently while she fucks him.

August clearly means business. Her expression is one of intense concentration and focused intent. It’s obvious she has one goal in mind, and that’s to get herself off as quickly and as many times as possible.

Thanks to his earlier, aborted session with Micah, Nick is already pretty far along. He combats his desire to cum by reaching out and pulling the top of August’s  dress down, unveiling her round, firm tits, then grabbing ahold of them and squeezing while she continues impaling herself on his cock.

“Harder,” August says, speaking in a low, demanding tone. “Squeeze them harder.”

Nick does, squeezing them between his hands as hard as he can.

“That’s right,” August says, one her hands dropping down to rub her clit while she slams her body down onto Nick’s. “Just like that, just like that.”

August furiously works her clit while hammering her body down onto Nick’s cock while he smashes her tits between his hands. This goes on for a good thirty seconds before August cums in a rush, cursing under her breath and shaking and shimmying atop him while the orgasm flows through her.

As soon as it passes, August lifts herself up off of Nick’s cock and drops onto all fours on top of the bed. Looking over at Nick, she says, “Do you still have some more in you, big boy?”

“A little bit,” Nick says.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she says, smacking herself on the ass. “Come over here and fuck me doggy-style before it’s too late.”

Smiling, Nick climbs up onto his hands and knees and sidles up to August. Inserting himself between her legs, he grabs ahold of his cock and slaps it up against the underside of her pussy a couple of times, then slips the tip of it into her waiting snatch.

August immediately slams her ass backwards, bucking back against him, forcing his cock deep inside her pussy right from the get-go and nearly knocking him off-balance.

“Fuckin’ A,” he says, grabbing her hips and holding on for dear life as August pummels his cock with her perfect, tight little ass.

Just like before, August is all business, totally focused on the task at hand, completely serious. She isn’t making any noise except for heavy breathing and the occasional moan. She’s intent on getting what she wants out of Nick and nothing more. For some reason this turns him on like crazy.

Now that he’s regained his balance, Nick starts giving it to August just as hard as she’s giving it to him, slamming his hips forward to meet her ass as it pounds back into him, allowing him even deeper access to her insides.

Their bodies slam together a few more times before August flicks her head so her hair is lying atop her back, just begging to get pulled.

Nick knows he doesn’t have much time left before he’s ready to cum, so he decides to make the most of it, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it, forcing August to arch her back to alleviate some of the pressure.

“Yeah, yeah,” August says, growling the words out. “Pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

Nick does just that, yanking back even further, forcing August to arch her spine more than ever, changing up the angle of penetration and allowing him deeper access to her insides than ever before.

“Goddammit,” Nick says, right at the point of cumming now.

August recognizes the tone of his voice. “Not yet,” she says, her voice still a demanding growl. “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I do again. Got it?”

Nick grunts out in agreement but doesn’t know if he can follow through.  Due to all the craziness of the night he’s simply too far along to hold out for very much longer. Especially with how aggressively August is hammering away at his cock.

Luckily Nick doesn’t have to hold out for long. Fifteen seconds after August made her demands, she cums again, this time letting out a little scream as the orgasm flows through her. She shakes and shimmies for a few seconds, then turns her head so she can see Nick while he’s fucking her.

“Okay,” she says, her face still completely serious. It was impossible to tell from the looks of her that she’s cum twice in the last five minutes. “You can cum now. Just tell me when you’re ready. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Nick nods his head and goes back to fucking her, more intensely than he has all night long. A short time later, he’s ready.

“It’s time,” he says. “Here I fucking cum.”

Without saying another word, August spins around, forcing Nick’s cock out of her pussy, then drops to her stomach and starts blowing him, working the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand jerks off his shaft.

She’s going to town on his cock, taking it almost completely down with every pump as wet, slurping sounds fill the room. It feels incredible.

Nick tries to hold on for as long as possible, to prolong the enjoyment, but he only lasts a few more seconds before an orgasm overwhelms his senses.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he says, warning August that he’s just about to cum.

But she ignores his warning, continuing to suck his cock just as intensely as ever.

Nick can’t hold out for a second longer. His body tenses up and then releases, sending sperm shooting out of his cock. August takes the first two blasts in her mouth, then pulls her lips off his cock but continues jerking him off, wearing his next three pops on her face.

She jerks him off until his cock is dry, then sucks on the tip one last time before relinquishing her hold on him.

“Well, did I make things right?” she asks, looking up at him with her cum-covered face.

“You sure as hell did,” Nick says, grinning stupidly.

“Good,” August says. “Now get dressed and get the hell out of here before Micah wakes up and sees what we’ve done. I don’t need to hear her complaining about this too.”

“Fair enough,” Nick says, laughing under his breath.

As he puts on his clothes and makes his way out of the house and towards the car, he reminisces on the night. It may not have gone as planned, but it had ended up being one hell of a fun ride.







Teagan is by far the coolest girl I’ve every met.

First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.

Teagan is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Teagan it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.

I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.

After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.

She was hot as shit, with long hair that was dyed a dark red, and a sexy, angular face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and red lipstick to match her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was dressed like a punk dominatrix, with a tight, black-leather corset, a long, red and black plaid skirt and black leather boots that almost reached her knees. With her four-inch boots on, she was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.

As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.

 “Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.

I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.

“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.

“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”

“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”


“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”

“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”

I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”

One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.

“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”

“Which is what?”

“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”

“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”

I started to blush and dropped my eyes.

“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”

“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.

“No, I guess not,” I replied.

“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.

“Why is that?”

“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.

“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.

“What makes you so sure?”

She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”

“Honestly?” I said.

“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”

“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.

“In what way?”

“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.

“How so?” she said.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try,” she said.

“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“Keep going,” she said.

Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.

“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”

 I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.

“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.

It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”

“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”

I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”

“Whatever we want.”

“And what is it that you want?” I asked.

“To find someplace a lot more private,” she said.

“Then follow me,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and I helped her off the counter and to her feet.

“I’m Teagan, by the way,” she said.

“I’m Brian,” I replied.

“I know,” she said. “Now let’s go.”

Five minutes later we were back at my place, making out while groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. We’d started going at it immediately after closing the front door and were still just in the living room. We hadn’t even bothered to make our way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Teagan said, breaking things off for a moment. She was down to her purple bra and black panties and me to my boxers and socks. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to us.

I unfurled my arms from her body and took a step back.

“It’s not a big deal,” Teagan said after seeing the look on my face. “It’s just . . . I’m not what you’d call a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said, eyeing her sideways. If she told me she was really a guy I was going to flip my lid.

Teagan must have read my thoughts from my expression, as she laughed and shook her head. “It’s nothing horrible,” Teagan said. “I’m not a dude or anything like that.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, trying not to let the depth of my relief show.

“It’s just that I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling men what way that is.”

“Well, luckily I’m not a typical dude,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her once again. “I’m actually know how to follow directions.”

Teagan smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement. “That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how many guys just go and do their own thing without even thinking about what the girl wants.”

“Not me,” I said. “In fact, I’m just the opposite. When I’m in these types of situations, I only want wherever the girl wants. That’s what makes me happy.”

“What’s that?”

“Making them happy,” I said.

Teagan tilted her head and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” I said.

“That’s not just some bullshit line you’re feeding me?”

I shook my head from side to side. “It’s the honest truth.”

“Damn, Brian, where have you been my whole life?”

“That’s funny, I was wondering the same thing about.”

“I’m not sure where I’ve been,” Teagan said, pushing me back against the wall. “But I’m positive about where I’m going.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea,” Teagan sang as she dropped to her knees.

I laughed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles. “You’re pretty fucking funny.”

“I try,” she said before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked down at Teagan’s sexy face as she worked my cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of my cock for half a minute, Teagan took me deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off.

She spit on my cock and started jerking me off with more intensity. Still looking up at me, she said, “You have a very nice cock.”

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

“I love sucking on it,” Teagan added, smiling wryly at my reaction to her words. “Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I’d like that.”

Giggling, Teagan took my cock in her mouth once again, this time blowing me proper, her lips quickly moving back and forth along my shaft as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat.

She sucked my cock like an expert, altering the speed and depth continuously, keeping me on my toes, staring up at me the entire time.  When she finally released my cock from between her lips, it was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the harsh light of the room.

“How are you liking things so far?” Teagan asked.

“I’m loving them,” I said.

“Are you ready to get a little freakier?”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Teagan smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around so my back was facing the wall, then gave me a shove, backing me flush against it.

Looking up at me with a devilish smile, Teagan quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. After letting me admire her large, perky, perfect tits for a bit, she squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her chest.

After taking turns smacking my cock against each one of her tits a couple of times, she held my cock against her flesh between them and moved her body up and down, titty-fucking me.

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.

“I take it you enjoy this?” Teagan said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile.

I nodded.

“What about this,” she asked, dropping her body down and using my cock to slap herself in the cheek, then opening her mouth and smacking my cock against her tongue a few times. “Do you like that too?”

I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I didn’t know if I could speak.

Teagan laughed softly.  “Yeah, I think you might like it a little too much,” she said. “Perhaps we should mix things up a bit.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I was all for switching things up, because if we continued on like this, I would cum way too soon, and neither of us wanted that. “What do you want me to do?”

 “Get down on the floor,” Teagan said. “On your back. I’ll take things from there.”

“My pleasure,” I said, doing as I was told.

As I got into position, Teagan slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of my head until she was standing directly above my face, her chest facing my feet, her ass pointed at my face. She rubbed her pussy and looked down at me, smiling.

“Are you ready for this sweet pussy in your face?” she asked.

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Neither can I,” then fell to her knees and dropped her pussy directly onto my face, just as she’d said she was going to do.

At first Teagan just sat there atop my face, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a little while she started moving back and forth, grinding on my face, soaking me with her pussy juices while I flicked my tongue around, exploring her insides.

Not long after that, Teagan reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving me deeper access to her pussy. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Get as far in there as you can.”

I tilted my head up, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy.

“There you go,” she said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Getting smothered by Teagan’s pussy turned me on like crazy. My cock was as hard as a wood plank and sticking straight up towards the ceiling, just begging for attention.

“My, my, my,” Teagan said, noticing my cock for the first time. “It looks like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Let me help you out with that.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, Teagan leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as she started to blow me, and I returned the favor by going after her pussy with even more vigor, getting my fingers involved along with my tongue.

We both gradually increased the intensity until I was attacking Teagan’s pussy with everything I had while she slobbered all over my cock.

Some time later, Teagan abruptly rose up, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and put all her weight on my face, making it so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said, her voice a deep groan. “Right there, right fucking there! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later she did just that, her legs shaking violently and her pussy squirting juices all over me, getting in my hair, my eyes, my mouth, and everywhere in between.

With my entire face a soaking wet mess, Teagan crawled forward, pulling her pussy off my head. As I gasped for breath, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air, she stood up, then turned herself around so she was facing me, putting one foot on either side of my body. Then she squatted down, put one hand on my chest for balance, grabbed ahold of my cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Teagan immediately started working my cock, bouncing down on me with more and more intensity, my cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before my cock was completely disappearing inside Teagan, her ass hammering down onto my body, driving me into the floor. My grunts and her groans combined to fill up the room with sounds of sex.

After riding my cock for a full minute with ever increasing aggression, Teagan slammed down onto me one final time and held her body in place atop mine with my cock deep in her pussy.

Teagan took a moment to recover, then dropped her knees to the floor, straddling me proper. She then reached back and put her hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Teagan went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”

So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”

I continued smacking away Teagan’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.

So, after giving Teagan a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”

She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”

“But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”

“Sounds good to me,” Teagan said.

I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”

“You may,” she said, grasping my hand.

I helped Teagan to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.

Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.

“The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”

“That sounds like fun to me,” Teagan said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”

And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Teagan’s pussy.

Teagan took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed. 

I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Teagan’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Teagan said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”

I was already giving it to Teagan pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.

“There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”

I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.

“Right there, right there!” Teagan screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”

I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Teagan’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.

“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Teagan screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.

Teagan’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Teagan pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”

“I can tell,” Teagan said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

“Neither can I,” Teagan said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.

“Well?” Teagan said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”

My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Teagan until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.

“Just sit tight,” Teagan said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”

“My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Teagan moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”

“I love it,” I said.

“So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”

Teagan shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.

“Holy shit,” Teagan cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. But it didn’t even slow her down one bit.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” Teagan said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, grabbing Teagan by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Teagan said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Teagan off again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunting screams. “That’s right, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair while you fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

The combination of Teagan’s talking, her overwhelming excitement, and the pure physical sensation of fucking her doggy-style were rapidly pushing me towards orgasm.

Somehow Teagan could sense it too. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I replied.

“Then cum all over my back,” she said. “Can you do that?”

“Yeah,” I said, hammering away at her harder than ever.

“I want to feel your cum all over my flesh,” Teagan said. “Cum for me, Brian. Cum for me right now.”

As with the rest of the night, I couldn’t refuse Teagan. I slammed my cock into her one final time and held it there for a moment, deep inside her pussy, until I was mere milliseconds away from cumming, then yanked it out and jerked myself off, spraying my sperm all over her back.

“Holy fucking shit,” I groaned as my cock shot stream after stream of white cum onto Teagan’s back and ass, sending some of it rocketing out so far that it got in her hair.

“Goddamn that was a huge fucking load,” Teagan said, laughing softly, once my orgasm had finally passed.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“I feel like someone dumped a bucket of it on my back,” she added, laughing some more.

“Yeah, that was pretty insane,” I said, flopping down onto the couch next to her. “I’m spent.”

“As well you should be,” Teagan replied, still on her hands and knees, looking at me with a wide smile. “That was one hell of a session.”

“You can say that again,” I said.

“Especially for our first time together,” she added.

“We did have some pretty good chemistry,” I said.

“More than pretty good,” Teagan said, climbing to her feet, careful not to let her back touch the couch, lest any of my cum get on it. “It was great.”

She held out her hand and I took it and she pulled me to my feet.

“Now let’s go get cleaned up and head back to the party. I don’t want our friends to worry about what happened to us.”

“Fuck them,” I said. “I think after we get cleaned up we should have a few drinks here and dirty ourselves up again.”

“Another round? Tonight?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

“Can you get it up again?”

“Hell yeah,” I said. “Just give me half an hour and I’ll be ready to go.”

Teagan eyed me with a sly gaze. “I like the way you think, mister.”

“And I like the way you look,” I said. “Among other things.”

She laughed and leaned over and locked her lips to mine. After making out for a little bit, she broke off our embrace but didn’t go far, keeping her face right in front of mine, our foreheads touching.

“I know I said it earlier, but I have to repeat it,” Teagan said. “Where have you been my whole life?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Because I’m here now.”

“As am I,” she said. “As am I. And that’s all that matters.”

“Exactly,” I replied. “That’s the only thing that matters.”








I’ve never understood the reluctance to pay for an escort. The way I see it, escorts provide the best of both worlds. Not only are you pretty much guaranteed to get someone who knows how to fuck, you get someone who either enjoys doing it or are good enough at faking it that you won’t know any different. And more importantly you don’t have to deal with any of the heartache. You make a phone call, order the services and type of girl you desire, pay your money, then relax and start getting warmed up. No need for any false pretences, no need for any emotional ties, no need for any awkwardness associated with conventional male/female relationships. No worry about talking afterward. Or sharing your feelings. None of that crap applies. As for the morals of the transaction? What are morals anyway but a set of standards forced upon us by the arbitrary whims of the society. Fuck it, I say. Do what you want, what makes you feel good. Fuck everyone else. Let them live their own life. So the way I see it, give me an escort or give me death. But enough of the rambling, I’m sure you want to get to the good stuff. After all, that’s why you bought this right? For the sex. So here we go.

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