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Good men are hard to find. Even harder to find are good fucks. Most men are way too worried about pleasing themselves and not their partners. That’s just a fact of life.

Like most women, Kelly Yearling learns this the hard way. Her first few relationships in college are long-term ones, and she has no idea how lame her boyfriends are in bed until years later when she finally runs into a man who knows what he is doing.

Upset at all the years she’s wasted with men who have no idea how to perform in the sack, Kelly decides to make up for the lost time. But she quickly learns that the odds of finding someone who knows how to treat a women in bed are long. Plus it’s impossible to tell just by looking at a man, or even spending a little time with him, whether or not he is a decent performer.

No, the only true way to find out if a man knows what he’s doing is to get him in the sack. Test-drive him, so to speak. Sure, you’re going to get your fair share of duds, but better to waste just one night with them then weeks, or even months.

With this in mind, Kelly sleeps with pretty much every man she can find. Which isn’t hard at all, considering she is a very attractive young women with a killer body honed from spending almost all her teenage years as an Olympic-level gymnast.

Getting laid is Kelly’s goal, and she is damn good at it. And if she stumbles across a man who can handle himself in the sack? Great, she’ll just add him to her list of regulars. Which is pretty small at the moment. Non-existent, actually. She’s had a couple but they are no longer available, which means it’s time to reload.

She’s been trying to find a couple more regulars for over two months now, but has so far come up empty. Tonight, however, her luck is about to change.




“Do you like what you see?” Kelly asks, spinning in place.

Jason nods, trying not to look too excited.

Kelly is wearing only a g-string and a bra and is standing in the middle of her living room while Jason sits on her couch, drinking a beer. She met him in a bar a couple hours ago, and after sharing a few drinks with him, has invited him over to her place to get nasty.

Jason is a pretty good looking guy in his early 30’s, ten years her senior (which is how she likes her men) with the well-maintained body of an ex-athlete. Dark hair, brown eyes, a nifty little smile. He’s well-groomed, which is a must in Kelly’s book, but not too perfect. It looks like he spends the appropriate amount of time making sure he’s presentable and clean but isn’t in love with how he looks. All in all, from what Kelly can gather, he stands a decent chance of being pretty good in the sack.

“It’s the result of twelve years of gymnastics,” Kelly says, proud of the way she looks. As well she should be. “I’ve got some other things I’ve been doing for a few years,” she adds, offering him a wry smile. “Do you want to see what they are too?”

“Absolutely,” Jason says.

Kelly flashes him a dirty little smile and drops to her knees. She starts crawling towards him with her ass up in the air, her eyes locked onto his.

She comes to a stop a couple feet away from Jason then sits on the floor, facing him with her legs spread wide. After pulling off her bra, she yanks her black panties to the side, freeing up her freshly-manicured pussy, then sticks two fingers inside her snatch. Kelly fingers herself for a few seconds then pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. She cleans them of her juices then sticks them back into her pussy.

“Do you like watching me play with myself?” Kelly asks.

“Hell yeah,” Jason says.

“Good, because I love touching myself,” she says. “Of course, at some point, I’m going to want you to join in, but for now, you can just watch.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jason says, his cock getting harder by the second.

Smiling, Kelly goes back to work. Fondling her breast with one hand, she fucks herself with the other, slamming her fingers deep into her pussy. Juices are pouring out of her, drenching her hand and pooling on the floor beneath her. Her head is thrown back, showing off the slim hollow of her neck.

While Jason watches, Kelly slips her fingers out of her pussy. She smacks her pussy a couple times, sending her juices spraying and forcing little gasps of pleasure out of her mouth. Then she turns her attention to Jason.

“Before we move on, I have to ask you something,” she says.

“Be my guest,” Jason says.

“Are you an ass man?”

“Very much so,” Jason replies.

“So if I started playing with my asshole, that wouldn’t weird you out?”

“Not in the least,” Jason says. “In fact, I’d enjoy it quite a bit.”

“What about fucking it,” Kelly says. “Is that something you’d be up for?”

“Without a doubt,” Jason replies, his smile growing wider.

“Wonderful,” Kelly says, matching his grin. “Because I really, really, really need to get fucked in the ass tonight.”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jason says.

“It’s a deal then,” Kelly says. “But later. First I want to do some other things.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Thanks baby,” Kelly says. Then she moves her hand down and slips her middle finger into her asshole. She slides it in and out, moving slowly, getting herself loosened up.

After she’s nice and warmed up Kelly adds her index finger into the mix, squeezing it into her asshole alongside her middle finger. A soft moan escapes from her mouth, followed by gasp. She works her fingers in and out of her asshole, sliding them deeper and deeper inside with every pass. It isn’t long before they are both completely disappearing inside her.

“Fucking-A that’s so fucking incredible,” Kelly says as she bangs away at herself. “Do you like watching me fuck my asshole with my fingers?”

“I fucking love it,” Jason says. His cock is pressing hard against his pants but so far he’s resisted touching himself.

“Are you sure?” she asks. “Because normally the guy has his cock out by now if he’s excited.”

“It’s hard as hell,” Jason says. “I’m just holding out for your pretty hands.”

“Fair enough,” Kelly says. “But it’s still going to be a little while until I get to it.”

“Not a problem,” Jason says. “You take your time.”

Smiling at his reply, Kelly takes the fingers that were previously planted in her asshole and sucks on them, cleaning them of her ass juices and coating them with saliva. Then she runs her hand across her back to her ass. She slaps her own ass hard enough to leave a red mark, then plunges the same two fingers back into her asshole and starts working them around.  

Kelly stares directly at Jason as she drops her other hand down between her legs and starts rubbing her clit. She’s breathing hard now and her moans are rising in intensity.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Kelly says through gritted teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later, Kelly does indeed cum, her body tensing up for a moment before releasing with a gasp and a spray of her pussy juices as the orgasm rips through her.

“My god that was good,” Kelly says as she slides her fingers out of her ass. “Did you have fun watching?”

“Hell yes,” Jason says.

“Are you about ready to get involved on a more . . . personal level?” Kelly asks.

“Whenever you want me to,” Jason says.

“Soon,” Kelly says. “Real soon.”

“You just tell me when,” Jason says.

“Don’t worry,” Kelly replies, smiling wider. “I will.” She spins on the floor so she’s facing away from Jason. She climbs onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in the air a few feet in front of him. Turning her upper body so she’s looking back at him, Kelly says, “How about right now?”

“My pleasure,” Jason says. He climbs off the chair and walks over towards her until he’s standing over her, his groin hovering right above her head.

Smiling, Kelly looks up at the huge bulge in his pants. “You weren’t kidding, when you said you were excited, were you?”

Jason shakes his head.

Laughing softly, Kelly negotiates his cock out of his pants so it’s sticking out through the zipper hole, her hand gripping the base of it tight enough to restrict the blood flow.

“Very impressive,” she says, staring at his cock.

“Thank you,” Jason says.

“Do you mind if I get a little more intimate with it?” Kelly asks.

“I’d love that.”

Holding the foreskin of his cock tight, Kelly takes the head of Jason’s rock hard cock in her mouth and starts to suck.

After exclusively working the tip of his cock for half a minute, Kelly starts dropping further down, taking Jason’s cock in her mouth until her lips touch the top of her hand, which is still gripping tightly at the base of his shaft. Making an airtight seal with her lips, she thrusts her head forward and back, not quite letting his cock out of her mouth before bobbing her head back onto it.

Wet, slurping sounds escape from Kelly’s throat as she sucks Jason off, her hand still gripping his cock tightly, keeping his foreskin from moving while her mouth works his shaft, heightening the intensity.

Eventually Kelly comes up for air, leaving Jason’s cock soaked with her saliva, glistening in the light. She jerks him off, using her saliva as a lubricant, which allows her hand to quickly rub up and down on his cock while still maintaining a good amount of pressure.

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Kelly asks.

“Fuck yeah,” Jason says.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he says.

“Do you want me to suck on it some more?”

Jason nods.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Kelly says, smiling up at him.

She releases Jason’s cock, undoes the top button of his pants, and slides them off, boxers and all, leaving him naked from the waist down.

“There we go,” Kelly says. “Now I can go to work for real.” And with that, she goes back to work on his cock, wrapping her lips around it and taking it in her mouth.

This time, Kelly’s hands are on Jason’s hips, allowing her to go all the way down on his cock without anything in the way. She does so with ease, taking his entire cock in her mouth until her lips are touching his balls. She holds his cock deep in her throat for a few seconds before coughing once and then pulling off, leaving a ton of saliva on his cock.

Kelly takes a couple of deep breaths, then goes back down on Jason’s cock, her hand cupping his ballsack and massaging his balls as she blows him. He bends over and smacks her ass a couple of times, then slides two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging away at her.

With his fingers inside of her, Kelly goes after Jason’s cock with more intensity, her hand squeezing his balls more tightly and her head bobbing faster and faster. In return, Jason slams his hand in and out of her pussy more aggressively. Kelly replies by blowing him with even more forcefully, gagging and coughing on his cock.

And then Jason can’t take it anymore. If he doesn’t pull back, he’s going to blow his load. And it’s much too early for that. He lets his fingers slip out of Kelly’s pussy then quickly backs away, yanking his cock out of her mouth as he does so.

“What’s the matter?” Kelly says, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, feigning ignorance.

“You know what’s the matter,” Jason says.

“Let me guess, you were going to cum,” Kelly says. It isn’t a question.

Jason just nods his head once.

“Ooops,” Kelly says, smiling wickedly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jason replies.

“So what are we going to do now?” Kelly asks.

“Something that leaves me in no danger of cumming,” Jason says.

“And what might that be?”

“Eating your pussy,” Jason says.

“And my ass?” Kelly asks.

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is, it is.”

“Then follow me,” Jason says, helping Kelly to her feet. He takes her hand and leads her over to the couch.

When they reach the couch, Jason drops onto the floor right in front of the couch. He turns so his back is against the base of the couch, his ass on the carpet and his head against the base. Then he leans his head back so it’s lying on the cushion, his face turned up towards the ceiling.

“I like where this is heading,” Kelly says, giggling under her breath as Jason pulls her towards him.

Jason spins her around so she’s facing his feet, spreads her legs wide, and pulls her back so her ass is poised directly above his head. Then he grabs ahold of her hips and pulls down on them, dropping her pussy and ass right on top of his face.

“Holy fucking shit,” Kelly says, straddling his face as he works her pussy with his tongue. “That feels so fucking good.”

Jason goes to town on her pussy, his tongue working it feverishly as she rides his face, grinding atop it in a circular motion, enjoying herself immensely.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Kelly says, practically screaming now. “Eat that fucking snatch! Eat that dirty fucking snatch!”

And eat it Jason does, forcing his tongue as deep inside her as he can. His cock is rock hard, sticking straight up, and even though he was in danger of cumming not too long ago, Kelly just can’t resist the temptation. So she leans forward and takes his cock in her mouth, sucking on it gently, caressing it with her tongue, her lips, her mouth.

Half a minute later, Jason releases Kelly’s waist and puts his hands on her asscheeks and spreads her ass apart, allowing him deeper access to her insides. He slides his rigid tongue as far into her pussy as it will go as she bounces up and down on his face. She has taken to sucking his cock with a little more intensity, but so far, Jason doesn’t seem to be in any danger of cumming. Perhaps he’s too caught up in what he’s doing to worry about anything else.

Eventually Jason lifts Kelly’s body up enough for him to slide his tongue out of her pussy.

“Is everything all right?” she asks, pulling her head off his cock for a moment.

“It’s great,” Jason says between deep breaths. “I just needed to catch my breath.”

Before Kelly can say anything else, Jason pulls back down on her hips, forcing her ass back onto his face. But this time he goes straight for her asshole instead of her pussy.

“Oh my,” Kelly says. “Now the real fun begins.”

Jason licks all around her asshole, getting it nice and wet and warmed up, then slides the tip of his tongue inside it.

Kelly lets out a deep, guttural moan. Cursing under her breath, she rides his face with newfound enthusiasm while he tongues her asshole.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Kelly screams as another orgasm approaches. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

Jason doesn’t let up on her asshole one bit, and a short time later her body tenses up for a heartbeat, then releases in a spasm of activity, her legs quivering, her entire body shaking, and her pussy releasing a torrent of juices all over Jason’s face as another orgasm overcomes her.

After Kelly recovers, she rolls off of Jason’s body onto the floor next to him. She climbs onto her hands and knees, so she’s positioned doggy-style, her perfect ass in the air immediately to his right.

“Enough playing around,” she says, turning to look back at him. “I need your cock inside me. Now.”

Jason doesn’t have be to told twice. He’s up and on his feet in a heartbeat, and less than a second later he’s sidling up to her, his hands on her hips and the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy.

“Screw that,” Kelly says, reaching back and grabbing his hard cock in her hand. She angles it upwards, so it’s pressing against her asshole. “Forget about my pussy. I want it straight in my ass. Is that okay with you?”

“More than okay,” Jason says, slowly forcing his body forward. His cock is pushing against her anus but hasn’t quite penetrated it yet. “In fact, I prefer it that way.” And with that, he pushes forward, slipping his hard cock into Kelly’s asshole.

“Holy fucking shit,” Kelly says as Jason’s cock gradually works its way deeper into her asshole. He’s taking things slow, giving it to her inch-by-inch, allowing her asshole a chance to get used to the size of his cock.

Once Kelly’s asshole loosens up a bit, Jason starts fucking her with more insistence, still moving relatively slowly but giving her his entire cock with every thrust.

“You’re cock feels so good in my asshole,” Kelly says. She turns her head and looks back at him. “Tell me how much you like fucking my ass.”

“I love fucking your ass,” Jason says.

“Yeah?” Kelly asks, smiling wickedly. “You like how my asshole grips your cock, trying to suck the life from it?”

Jason nods.

“Do you like the dirtiness of it all?” Kelly says. “The nastiness?”

“The nastier the better,” Jason says as he fucks her with slow, measured strokes, giving her his entire cock every time.

“You like it nasty, do you?” she says.

Jason nods.

“Then try this on for size,” Kelly says, pulling her body forward, forcing his cock to slip out of her ass.

Before Jason knows what’s going on, Kelly spins around so she’s facing him, her head directly in front of his cock. Then she takes the tip of his cock between her lips and starts to suck.

“I love the taste of my ass,” Kelly says after popping his cock out of her mouth. “Do you like it when I lick my ass juices off your cock?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jason says.

“Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Not at all.”

Giggling, Kelly takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to suck on it. But this time she doesn’t limit herself to the tip. She takes it progressively further and further down until she’s swallowing the whole thing, deepthroating him with ease.

“Oh my god,” Jason says, marveling at her skills.

Kelly is looking up at him, maintaining eye contact while continuing to deepthroat him. Tears are leaking from her eyes but otherwise she’s in no distress.

She holds him in her throat for a full twelve second before pulling off, leaving his cock dripping with her saliva.

“Are you ready to fuck my ass some more?” Kelly asks.

“Hell yes.”

Kelly turns around and offers him her ass once again. She’s still on her knees, but this time her head and shoulders are on the floor, pushing her ass higher up in to the air, giving Jason a different angle to work with.

He crawls forward and slips his cock back into her asshole, not taking things nearly as slowly this time, giving Kelly his entire cock right from the get-go and hammering away at her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Just like that. Just like that! Pound my fucking asshole! Pound it!”

So pound it Jason does, slamming his body into Kelly’s ass while she eggs him on.

After a minute or so of hammering away at Kelly’s asshole, Jason climbs to his feet until he is squatting over her, giving him a better angle to work with and allowing him to fuck her ass with even more leverage.

Now his balls are slapping up against her pussy at the end of every thrust and Kelly is flinching every time their bodies come together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, even louder now, animalistic grunts escaping from her mouth along with the words. She’s no longer able to put a sentence together, the sounds from her mouth are more guttural, less measured.

Jason is in the same state, moans and grunts and deep breaths are all that he can manage.

Reaching back with her hands, Kelly grabs her ass cheeks and spreads her ass wide, allowing Jason deeper access to her insides. And he takes it, giving her everything he has now, fucking her ass as intensely and aggressively as he can until he’s ready to burst.

Kelly senses his time is about to come, but she’s super-close to getting off once again herself and she wants to get there first, so she screams, “Don’t you fucking cum! Don’t you dare fucking cum yet! Not until I do!”

Jason grunts in what sounds like an assent but he doesn’t seem to confident about it. So Kelly decides to give him a little advice to help things along.

“Pull my hair,” she says desperately, practically growling the words. “Pull my fucking hair while you fuck my ass.”

And Jason does, grabbing a handful of it and yanking back while continuing to pound away at Kelly’s asshole.

“Holy shit yes,” Kelly screams, her head snapping back, putting pressure on her spine and shoulders and neck. Beautiful, wonderful pressure. She growls in a wordless groan and her third orgasm comes almost immediately.

Screaming wordlessly, her body shakes and shimmies, her toes tapping against the carpet and her legs quivering as Jason continues pummeling away at her. She shakes her head and lets out a series of deep grunts and moans and wordless screams as the orgasm washes through her, forcing juices out of her pussy and all over the floor.

“Your turn,” Kelly says to Jason once she’s through. She twists her neck so she can see his face. “Are you ready to cum?”

He nods desperately.

Kelly pulls her body forward, forcing Jason’s cock to slip out of her asshole and then quickly spins around. His hand is still gripping her hair as she takes his cock in her mouth once again, jerking him off with one hand and playing with his balls with the other while her lips move up and down on his cock.

With so much stimulation at once, Jason can only hold out for a few seconds. He curses under his breath and his face screws up in a mask of pleasure and discomfort that is the universal sign for a man’s orgasm.

Kelly pulls her lips off Jason’s cock but continues jerking him off and playing with his balls. Jason’s body tenses up for a moment. She aims the tip of his cock at her face just as he starts to release, sending white streams of sperm shooting against her skin.

Jason unleashes a huge load, spraying her upwards of six times, his cum splashing against her face, getting in her mouth, her eyes, her hair, dripping down onto her chest.

Once he’s through, Kelly takes his cock in her mouth one last time and sucks on it until he’s squirming in discomfort.

She eventually releases him, laughing all the while.

“So, what did you think?” she says as she rubs his sperm into her skin, occasionally pausing to lick her fingers clean.

“I think we need to do this again sometime,” Jason says.

“I agree,” Kelly says. “And soon.”

“Very soon,” Jason says.

“But next time I want you to get a little more aggressive with me. Slap me around a bit, that sort of thing.”

“You’re into that?”

Smiling wickedly, Kelly nods. “Is that okay with you?”

“That’s fucking great,” Jason says.

“You like that kind of stuff too?”

“Hell yes. The rougher the better.”

“Sweet,” Kelly says. “It’s a date then.”

“Just tell me when,” Jason says.

“Tomorrow night. Same time. Same place.”

“I’ll be here.”

“I know you will.”






Ever since I was a young kid I’d been infatuated with my neighbor, Bailey. She was three years older than me and hot as hell, with long black hair and big blue eyes and a rocking body. We were good friends when we were younger, but once Bailey hit her teenage years we started to drift apart. We were still cordial to each other but our age difference just become too much of a burden to handle, especially once Bailey reached high school.

So even though I’d grown up idolizing her and had continued to secretly harbor sexual feelings towards her even as we grew further and further apart, we never even hooked up, let alone got intimate. And then she went off to college on the East Coast, and I figured that was the end of that dream.

Until the summer after I graduated high school. That’s when I got the surprise of my life.




Even though I saw Bailey’s car pulling into her driveway on a Monday in mid-June, I hadn’t expected her to contact me. After all, we hadn’t said a word to each other in almost two years. But contact me she did, with a phone call mere hours after she’d come home.

“Hey Matt, congratulations on graduating high school,” she said immediately after I’d said hello, as though we were fast friends who talked every day.

“Thanks, Bailey,” I said uncertainly.

“I know it’s been a while since we’ve hung out,” she said. “And I’m sorry about that. But I want to make it up to you. You were always a good friend and I feel bad for the way things played out over the years.”

“Okay,” I said carefully, not sure where this was going.

“So do you want to come over and hang out tonight?” Bailey asked. “I’ve got a few tips I’d like to share with you before you go off to college.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’d love to.”

“Cool,” she replied. “How’s eight o’clock?”

“That sounds great,” I said.

At exactly 8pm that night I rang Bailey’s doorbell. I was smiling widely but I was too happy to care how goofy it looked. Bailey answered the door in a little black dress with a lacy blouse underneath that took my breath away. I could only stand and stare.

The dress highlighted Bailey’s incredible sexiness. Her tits were busting out and her legs seemed to go on forever. The 4-inch heels she wore made her just as tall as me. With her long black hair flowing down over shoulders and a subtle makeup job she looked totally different than I remembered her. Just as hot, but more elegant.

“What do you think?” Bailey asked, spinning in place so I could see her whole body.

“I think I’m . . . a little bit surprised,” I said, trying to sound cool even though I was going crazy inside.

“At what?”

“At this,” I said. “At you, looking like that.”

“I know, I know, it seems a little sudden. But believe me, I’ve thought about this for a while now. Like I said earlier, you were always a good friend and I feel bad about how I ignored you as we got older. But now that you’re going off to college I want to make it up to you.”

“How, exactly?” I asked. I had a pretty good idea but I wanted to be sure. I wanted to hear it come from her mouth.

“By teaching you a few things,” Bailey said, flashing me a sly smile.

“Like what?” I said, still playing coy.

“Like how to fuck properly,” she said.

Startled at her directness and excited beyond belief all at the same time, my heart leaped in my chest. I took a deep breath and let it out as slowly as possible. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me.

But before I had a chance to fully grasp the situation, Bailey took my hand and pulled me inside. As she led me across the room, I couldn’t help but stare at her ass working beneath her skimpy little dress. I could barely keep myself from grabbing it.

Eventually we made it to the couch and we sat down, each of us slightly turned to look at each other.

“So how are we supposed to get this started?” I asked, my cock already starting to get hard just from the anticipation.

“You’re about to find out,” Bailey said. And with that, she leaned in and attached her lips to mine.

After a minute or two of making out and feeling each other up, Bailey broke off our embrace.

“You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I said.

“Why wait?” Bailey replied. “You’ve dreamt of this for a long time, haven’t you?”

I nodded.

“So why beat around the bush?”

“Why indeed,” I said.

 “Exactly,” Bailey added. “The way I see it we’ve wasted enough time already. Are you ready for me to suck your cock now?”

I nodded more vigorously, my cock rock-hard now.

Bailey laughed. “Okay, but first you have to do something for me.”


“Come over here and eat my pussy,” Bailey said, spreading her legs and pulling her dress up over her hips. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was smooth as silk. And dripping wet. Apparently the she was just as excited as I was.

“With pleasure,” I said, sliding over towards her. I dropped to my stomach on the couch, then took a deep breath, spread her legs wide and pressed my face between them. I worked her pussy with my tongue, starting at the bottom of her snatch and slowly moving it up to the top, lapping at it like a dog drinking water.

After a minute or so of this, I licked at her pussy more intensely, my tongue slipping deeper and deeper into her silky smooth insides with every pass.

I looked up at Bailey’s face and saw that her eyes were closed and her head was tilted towards the ceiling. And the sounds coming from her mouth were full of excitement and pleasure, filling the room. My cock was pressing painfully against my pants, which always happened when I ate pussy. Pleasuring someone else always turned me on like crazy. And few things made women more excited than getting their pussy eaten.

Bailey’s juices were gushing, drenching my face, getting me even more excited. I pulled back for a moment to catch my breath, then grabbed Bailey’s legs and opened them wider, giving me deeper access to her pussy. Then I took a deep breath and again buried my head in between Bailey’s legs, smashing my face up against her flesh, jamming my tongue deeper inside her dripping wet pussy.

Bailey’s moans grew immediately louder. I pushed my face further against her, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her, eliciting even more excited sounds from her.

With my tongue still planted firmly in her pussy, I turned my eyes up and saw that Bailey had pulled her dress completely off, exposing her amazing tits, and was groping them with both her hands.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

A short time later, Bailey grabbed the back of my head with her hand and pulled me further towards her, holding my face up against her flesh, her pussy opening up even more, allowing me deeper access to her insides.

Without any access to fresh air, Bailey’s tangy sweetness was my only nourishment while she moved her body against my face, sliding her pussy up and down on my rigid tongue, riding my face, her legs quivering as she approached orgasm.

And then she was there, her body tensing up for a few seconds before relaxing, a savage moan coming from her mouth as her pussy juices flowed out of her, soaking my face.

Eventually Bailey released my head, allowing me to breathe properly. I did so in gasping breaths, a huge smile on my face while I looked up at her.  Bailey’s nipples were hard and her tits were glistening with sweat and her chest was heaving. Her eyes were locked on mine and her mouth was turned up in a satisfied smile.

“That was amazing,” she said. “You’re pretty fucking good at eating pussy.”

“Thanks,” I said a bit sheepishly.

“Now it’s time for me to repay your generosity,” Bailey said.

She climbed down off the couch and dropped to the floor. I shifted my position so I was sitting normally on the couch, my legs spread. Bailey crawled between my legs, undid my belt, opened up my fly, and pulled my pants off, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Smiling, she said, “Eating me out turned you on that much?”

Laughing under my breath, I nodded.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to jerk me off. “Damn, it’s hard enough to hammer nails with.”

“What can I say? I enjoy giving pleasure to others.”

“Which is a huge plus,” Bailey said. “Especially in the bedroom. But now it’s my turn to give you pleasure.”

“I can’t wait,” I said. “But I have to warn you, I’m pretty excited. I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last with your lips around my cock.”

Bailey dropped her head down a little further. Looking up at me from behind my cock, she said, “Don’t worry, I have a plan to take care of that.”

And with that, Bailey took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

I took in a sharp breath before letting it out slowly. Her lips felt fucking incredible.

Despite my earlier warning, Bailey didn’t take it easy on me, her mouth moving up and down on my cock along with her hand, both working together in rhythm, apparently unconcerned with me shooting my load too quickly. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she moved faster and faster, taking me deeper and deeper in her mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time, her eyes locked on mine.

I gripped the sides of the chair and held my breath in an attempt to prolong the inevitable, but it was no use. I was simply too excited to hold on for very much longer.

I said, “Shit, shit, shit,” under my breath and shifted my position so I was leaning forward just a bit, holding on for as long as possible, trying to extract every second out of the experience before cumming.

Even though I was obviously right on the edge on orgasm, Bailey didn’t slow down one bit. She continued going after my cock just as intensely, even as my body rose towards orgasm.

“Holy fuck, here I cum,” I said, trying to give Bailey one last chance to pull away before I was done for good.

But I didn’t have to worry. Bailey knew exactly what she was doing. She kept on blowing me right up until the point where I was just about to cum, then she pulled her lips off my cock and gave it a good hard smack with her open palm.

I grunted and jerked back in surprise, my eyes wide and freaked out. “What the fuck was that?” I said loudly.

“Just making sure you don’t cum yet,” Bailey said, her smile all innocence.

“Like that?” I asked, incredulous. My breath was ragged.

“It worked, didn’t it?” she said.

“Well, yeah, I guess so,” I said, only now realizing that I no longer had the urge to cum. “There had to be an easier way.”

“That was easy,” Bailey said.

“But it hurt!” I said.

“Did it?” she asked. “Or did you just think it did?”

After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that it actually hadn’t hurt. Not a bit.

“See,” Bailey said, her smile growing wider. “It just startled you, that’s all.”

“I guess you’re right,” I said, grinning myself now. “That’s crazy.”

“The cock is a very resilient thing,” Bailey said. She grabbed ahold of my sack. “Now the testicles, they’re a different story.”

She gave my balls a squeeze. I drew in a sharp breath and flinched in pain.

“But we’ll save that for another day,” Bailey said. Laughing softly, she released my ballsack. “Are you ready to fuck me now?”

“Hell yes,” I said.

“Good,” Bailey said, climbing to her feet and onto the couch. “Because I can’t wait any longer to have your cock inside me.” She got onto her hands and knees into the doggy position and stuck her ass up in the air, so it was facing me.

I just stared at her ass for a few seconds, mesmerized by it’s perfection.

Bailey turned her upper body so she was looking back at me. “Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I climbed up onto my knees and slid my body towards her so my cock was lying atop her perfect ass.  After smacking her ass a couple of times with my cock, I slid it into her pussy. It went in without any resistance, as though her insides were filled with warm oil. She gasped softly.

I bit down on my lip and took a deep breath, then I started to fuck Bailey from behind, my cock slamming into her right from the get-go. Even with her little trick to keep me from cumming at the end of the blow job I was too far wound up to take things slow. I knew that I didn’t have very long before I spilled my seed. Bailey’s pussy around my cock just felt too damn good. Especially from behind.

I pummeled away at Bailey, her tight ass slamming up against my hips, my balls slapping the underside of her pussy with every pump. Deep moans escaped from her throat at a rapidly increasing intensity.

Bailey turned her head back towards me, watching me as I fucked her. I caught her eyes and we stared each other for a few seconds, each with dirty smiles on our faces.

“Do you like that, baby?” Bailey said. “Do you like pounding my tight little pussy from behind with that cock of yours?”

“I fucking love it,” I said, hammering away at her all the while.

“So do I, baby,” Bailey said, her breath growing more shallow by the moment. “But I need you to fuck me harder. Fuck me like you mean it. Like I deserve to be fucked.”

“If you insist,” I said, turned on like crazy from Bailey talking to me. I pressed down on the small of her back, changing the angle of penetration, giving me more leverage. Holding Bailey in position, I hammered away at her.

Bailey shifted so that she was once again facing forward, her face no longer turned to look back towards mine. Because of this, her long black hair spilled down her back, right in front of me, just begging to get pulled. So I obliged, grabbing a handful of hair and giving it a yank.  

Bailey’s head snapped back and she groaned in delight.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” I said. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” she said, practically screaming now. “It drives me fucking crazy!”

I gave her hair another yank and held it there, forcing Bailey’s back to arch even further, showing off her spine and shoulder blades. A shiver of excitement coursed through my body.

“Harder,” she screamed. “Pull it harder! Bend me fucking backwards!”

I did as she asked, pulling hard enough to lift Bailey’s upper body back towards me. She held on tight to the armrest of the couch to keep her body in place, creating even more tension in her back and more arch in her spine.

By now Bailey was no longer talking. She was simply growling and screaming wordlessly while I pounded away at her from behind, my eyes focused on my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Then her asshole opened slightly and I immediately focused on that. It was a perfect little pink circle and it was just begging to be messed with. I desperately wanted to reach out and play with it but was afraid of how Bailey would react so I laid off. But just thinking about playing with her asshole was too much for me to handle. It sent me rocketing over the edge of orgasm.

I began pounding away at her even more aggressively as I grew closer and closer to cumming. And then I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum,” I said.

Bailey didn’t waste any time. She pulled away from me and quickly spun around. Within seconds she had her mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock while she jerked me off.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said. “Here I cum. Here I fucking cum!”

But Bailey just kept on sucking and jerking me like before. It wasn’t until I was right on the edge of orgasm that she pulled her mouth off my cock. I was half-expecting her to slap my cock again to keep me from cumming, but she kept jerking me off until I shot my load, forcing white streams of sperm out of my cock and towards her face. Multiple squirts sprayed against her cheeks and chin and forehead and into her mouth, until her face was covered with my cum.

Once I was finished, Bailey used her hand to extract the last couple of drops from my cock, then wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked on it for a few seconds until I was totally dry, causing me to shake and shimmy and quickly pull it out of her mouth.

She laughed and gave me a slap on the ass. “Not too bad,” she said. “Not too bad at all. Of course, next time I’m going to expect you to last a little while longer—”

“There’s going to be a next time?” I asked, interrupting her in my excitement.

“Of course,” Bailey said. “And one after that, and another after that, and again after that, up until the end of summer. They say practice makes perfect, and you my friend, have a lot of practicing to do before you get to college. But lucky for you I’m right next door.”

Lucky indeed, I thought to myself. In fact, the way I figured it, I was the luckiest guy in the world.







Eric Carlson is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.

He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.

 Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Eric still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.

He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Tory plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Eric is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.

Eric has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Jasmine. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.

But not tonight. Tonight Eric is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Tory a couple of hours ago instead of Jasmine.

He’s been with Tory once before, when she tagged along with Jasmine for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.

Tory knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Eric made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Eric.

He opens the door and lets Tory in and closes the door behind her.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” Tory says as she crosses the room towards the table with the bottle of wine sitting on it. “I figured you’d give Jasmine a call whenever you wanted a night like this.”

“Normally I would,” Eric says. “But I was in the mood for something different tonight.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Tory says, “It’s fine with me. I was just surprised, that’s all.” She picks up the bottle of wine. “Do you mind if I have some?”

“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”

“Don’t bother,” Tory says. “I don’t need one.”

She proceeds to take a long swig straight from the bottle before pulling it from her lips and holding it out towards Eric.

Smiling, he grabs the bottle from her. “That wasn’t a very polite thing to do,” he says before proceeding to do the exact same thing.

“Nobody’s ever accused me of being polite before,” Jasmine replies, matching his grin.

“Which is exactly why you’re here tonight instead of Jasmine,” Eric says.

“Fair enough,” Tory says. “She says hi, by the way.”

“Who? Jasmine?”

Tory nods.

“You told her you were coming to see me?” Eric asks.

 “Of course,” Tory says. “We talk all the time.”

“Is she upset?” Eric asks.

Tory laughs and shakes her head. “No. Not at all. She understands.”


“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is,” Tory says. “Personally, I think it’s kind of pathetic, but that’s just me.”

“Pathetic, huh?” Eric says, smiling ruefully. He’s not sure if Tory means what she’s saying or just playing a role, and he doesn’t really care. Either way she’s helping him get in the right mood for the evening.

“Yeah. I mean, we are escorts, in case you didn’t remember,” Tory continues. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or something.”

“Maybe not,” Eric says, undoing his belt and slipping it off his waist. He grips the buckle in his fist and rolls the belt over his hand until only six inches are still sticking out. “But I do have feelings for her. Which means I’d probably subconsciously take it easy on her. But you I hardly even know. So I won’t have those same issues.”

He slaps the belt on the palm of his hand. The sound fills the room like a gunshot but Tory doesn’t even flinch. Apparently she’s used to this sort of thing. Eric smiles, his excitement overflowing already.

“Are you ready to get started?” Eric asks, slapping the belt against his hand again, hard enough to leave a red mark this time.

“Whenever you are,” Tory replies.

In lieu of a reply Eric smacks her across the ass with his belt.

Tory yelps in surprise and takes a small step forward to maintain her balance. She flashes him a dirty look.

“Surprised you a bit there, didn’t I?” Eric says, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile.

“A little,” she says.

He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Tory was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.

“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Eric says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Tory doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.

“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”

Tory scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” Eric says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.

A flash of pain crosses Tory’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Eric is shooting for.

“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”

“Bring it on,” Tory says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Tory’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.

“Take your jacket off,” Eric says.

Tory does as she’s told. If she’s at all alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.

“Now your bra,” he says.

She slips it off, revealing her huge tits. Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist.   

Using the belt as a leash, Eric leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

Eric puts the tail of the belt between her teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.

“Bite down,” he says.

 Tory bites down on the leather.

“Don’t drop that belt, no matter what,” Eric says. “Understand?”

Tory nods.

“Good,” Eric says. Then he starts working her tits with his hands, groping and cupping and squeezing them before starting in on her nipples, rubbing and playing with her them until they’re hard.

Once they are both sticking out he grabs them between his forefinger and thumb, one nipple for each hand. He starts off by rubbing them between his fingers, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure and intensity.

Tory is moaning lightly behind the belt and her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.

He rubs her nipples between his fingers for another couple of seconds, then gives them both a hard pinch, eliciting a gasp from Tory but not a big enough one to force her to drop the belt.

“Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”

Despite the compliment, Eric doesn’t let up. In fact, he squeezes even harder, twisting both hands at the same time, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out.

Tory is moaning loudly and her body is starting to quiver but still she doesn’t let go of the belt.

Likewise, Eric doesn’t let go of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers and turning them nearly 360 degrees before finally releasing them.

Tory gasps at the sudden absence of pain, this time nearly dropping the belt from her mouth.

He barely gives her a chance to recover before slapping down on one of her tits with and open hand. She grunts behind the belt. He slaps the other tit, eliciting another grunt.

For the next minute or so he smacks the hell out of her tits, trading off, one and then the other, giving her just enough time to recover in between slaps that she feels the full force of every single blow.

By the end of the session Tory’s tits are bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.

“That was pretty impressive,” Eric says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re tougher than you look.”

“That was nothing,” she says. “I deal with worse every day.”

“I’m sure you do,” Eric says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head, the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck. Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured, you’ll be dealing with worse tonight. This is only the beginning.”

“I can’t wait,” she manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.

Laughing, Eric lets his hand drop.

Before Tory can catch her breath, Eric spins her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.

Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt, releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back. Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.

Holding her arms together with one hand, Eric reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.

Once Tory’s arms are incapacitated, Eric squats down. Reaching around her waist, he undoes the button and zipper on her jeans and pulls them down, panties and all. He doesn’t take them completely off, however, instead stopping once the waistband is just below her ass.

Now her legs are trapped, along with her arms, rendering her essentially helpless. Time to turn up the heat.

Eric stands up and presses against her, his groin pushing against the top part of her ass, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. With his chin over her shoulder he slides his hand down the front of her body, stopping for a moment to grope her tits some more before proceeding down her stomach until his hand is between her legs.

He’s planning on rubbing the outside of her shaved snatch to get her warmed up but she’s already soaking wet down there—apparently getting smacked around turns Tory on quite a bit—so he decides to get right down to business. He slips two fingers into her pussy and slams them up into her with as much force as he can muster.

Even in her 3-inch heels, Tory is quite a few inches shorter than Eric, forcing him to lower his body by spreading his legs wider in order to get any leverage in their current position. The upside to this is his groin is now pressing directly against her ass. Unfortunately his cock is still in his pants. He’s tempted to pull it out but is afraid he won’t be able to keep himself from sticking it into Tory, something he’s trying to hold off on for the time being.

Trying to take his mind off his cock, he slides a third finger inside Tory’s pussy, causing her to gasp audibly. Moving his hand back and forth quickly, his fingers filling up her pussy, Eric fingerfucks her without mercy while she moans and squirms beneath him.

Every sound Tory makes entices him to bang her with more force; every time she cries out he pushes his fingers further inside her, every increase in her breath rate just inspires him to slam her with more aggression.

Once he thinks she’s getting comfortable, he forces his pinky inside her pussy, making it four fingers altogether.

Tory reacts to this with a high-pitched whimper. But Eric doesn’t want to hear it. He covers her mouth with his free hand and continues slamming her pussy with everything he has.

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