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EROTIC SECRETS

8 HARDCORE STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Hunter Monroe

Rickie Sheen

Dirk Rockwell

Taylor Jordan

Misty Rose

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

AE PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ASSERTING DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND

SEDUCING A STRANGER BY HUNTER MONROE

DIRTY ANAL THREESOME BY RICKIE SHEEN

A VERY KINKY GIRL BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 NAUGHTY THREESOME BY TAYLOR JORDAN

JUST A HINT OF ANAL BY JT HOLLAND

THE HUNK DOWN THE HALL BY MISTY ROSE

SEDUCED BY A COUGAR BY SCOTTY DIGGLER


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ASSERTING DOMINANCE

THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME ONE

JT HOLLAND

 

Eric Carlson is nervously pacing around the hotel suite with a half-full beer in his hand when there’s a knock on the door. He pounds the rest of the beer, sets the bottle down on the desk, takes a deep breath, walks over to the door, and opens it.

Standing there is a girl. She’s tall and thin, just a couple of inches shorter than he is. Wearing a short white dress that shows off her ridiculously tight, firm body. Perfect legs. Toned arms. Lightly tanned skin. Small but perky tits. A girlish face with shoulder-length, mussed-up blonde hair, blue eyes, little nose and thin, pouty lips. She’s not wearing much makeup. But she doesn’t need it. She’s cute as shit without it.

“You must be Jasmine,” he says, not sure how these sort of things are supposed to go. He’s never done anything like this before.

“That’s right,” she says with a smile. “You mind if I come in?”

“Please do,” he says, holding the door open and standing aside. He watches her as she walks by, noting in particular her ass working behind her skimpy dress. It looks tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

Jasmine drops her purse on the desk and turns to face him.

Eric’s again struck by how innocent she looks. He can scarcely believe that she’ll be able to stand up to what he has in mind on this night. But she comes very highly recommended. According to his buddy (who’s an expert on this sort of thing) she’s a superstar, capable of taking punishment worthy of a porn starlet.

And supposedly she’s as nasty as can be, up for absolutely anything. Which is good, because he’s had an extremely rough couple of months thanks to his ex-wife raking him over the coals and he’s looking to take out some of his aggression without having to worry about getting arrested. Which is why he went to his friend for a recommendation in the first place.

“What’s on tap for this evening?” Jasmine asks, slipping out of her sandals.

The monetary situation has already been dealt with, leaving them to get right down to the good stuff.

“Whatever you can handle,” Eric replies.

“I can handle anything you can dish out,” she says. Not a dare or a brag, just a straight declaration of facts.

“Is that right?”

“Damn straight,” she says, flashing him a little smile.

“Well, let’s just see,” he says, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face is facing the ceiling.

Jasmine’s smile widens as she moans in pleasure. Her eyes twinkle with excitement. She clearly gets off on being treated like this; it’s not an act.

“You like that?” Eric asks.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies.

He pulls her tight little dress down, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples are hard and sticking out like pencil erasers.

He fondles one of her tits and pinches her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then he slaps down on it.

Jasmine yelps and shivers in ecstasy.

“Do it again,” she says.

He does it again, harder this time.

“Harder,” she says.

So he does, harder still. And again. And again.

Her tit is bright red but she still seems to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.

Eric’s cock is pushing painfully against his pants. This is exciting him just as much as it is her.

He pulls up on her hair, snapping her head forward.

She’s taking deep breaths but she’s still smiling, showing him those pearly whites. Her eyes are glowing with excitement.

He starts walking, pulling her along by the hair as he goes. He drags her over to the wall, spins her around, and pushes her back up against it. He’s standing directly in front of her when he releases her hair and grabs ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.

Jasmine’s smile doesn’t fade one bit. If anything it gets larger.

With one hand still around her throat Eric slaps her face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

Little red blossoms flare up on her cheek. But she still smiles.

He slaps her again. Squeezes her throat a little harder. Slaps her again.

Her smile is fading but her eyes are still radiating excitement. Her whole face is turning red now as her blood flow is restricted.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says.

Jasmine shakes her head and mouths the word no.

Eric slaps her again. And again. And again. Squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.

Her lips are slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes start to flutter and her pupils roll back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolls slightly to the right.

He lets go of her throat.

The color runs back into her face and she gasps for breath. Her smile is back in full effect. Only this time it’s filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she says.

“You’re one filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says, laughing himself.

“The filthiest,” Jasmine says, reaching down to rub his cock, which is still rock-hard and pressing against his pants.

Eric grabs her arm and pulls it away. “Not yet,” he says. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. I want to fuck with you some more.”

“If you insist,” she says, her tone filled with mock disappointment.

He slips her dress off by pulling it over her head and drops it to the ground. Then he grabs ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as his free hand wanders down her flat stomach to her pretty little shaved pussy. He rubs her pussy for a couple of seconds to get her warmed up but it’s unnecessary. She’s already soaking wet down there. So he sticks two fingers inside her and starts finger-fucking her.

Eric stands there, facing Jasmine, looking down at her face as he’s exploring her insides with his fingers, his excitement building like a thunderstorm because of the control he has over her.

She’s looking up at him with her wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as he increases the pressure and depth of his fingers inside her.

He slides another finger inside her while simultaneously tightening his grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that is forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her he starts moving his hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, his wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as he finger-fucks her.

Jasmine’s mouth is slightly open and little gasping sounds are escaping from her throat. Her face is slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminishes.

“You like this, don’t you?” Eric says.

She nods as much as she can in her comprised situation.

“Do you want another finger?”

She nods.

Without releasing her throat he slips his pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It’s a tight fit but she loosens up a bit as he moves his fingers inside her.

A short time later Jasmine’s entire body is quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumps to the side just a bit and her eyes flutter. She’s about to pass out.

He doesn’t want that. So he releases her throat but continues finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath.

Jasmine leans into him to keep from falling, her head on his chest.

He’s the only thing holding her up but still he continues working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths are shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.

Finally she catches her breath and pulls back a bit, using the wall for support now.

Eric takes a moment to unzip his pants and pull his cock out with his free hand. It’s sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it’s trying to push through his skin.

“Stroke it,” he says to Jasmine.

Her hand flies down to his cock and starts jerking him off.

He reaches out and grabs ahold of her tit and squeezes it while his other hand continues working her pussy.

They stand there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before he’s ready for something more.

He pulls his fingers from her pussy and gives it a little smack.

Jasmine yelps and her body stiffens for a moment but her smile doesn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor does she let go of his cock.

Eric sticks his fingers in her mouth so she can clean them of her juices.

Jasmine licks her fingers one-by-one, until they are completely clean, staring at him the entire time, continuing to jerk him off. Not saying anything, just waiting for his direction.

What a perfect submissive little slut. Time to start putting her to better use.

He pushes down on her shoulders.

She kneels to the ground without any resistance whatsoever.

He shifts his hands to her head and grabs ahold of her hair, uses it to hold her head against the wall.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She obliges, opening it wide. Her eyes are gleaming as she looks up at him.

He sticks his cock inside her mouth and starts sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. He gradually slips it further inside her until it’s about halfway in. He speeds up his thrusts.

Her lips close around his cock.

Eric pulls his cock out, uses it to smack her cheek a few times.

“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” he asks.

Jasmine shakes her head.

“That’s right,” he says. “I didn’t. This time keep it open.”

She nods.

He sticks his cock back inside her mouth and starts pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds come from her throat as he pummels her mouth but she keeps it open no matter how much of his cock he gives her.

“Tongue out,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told; Eric can see her tongue beneath his cock as he pumps her mouth. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Tears are dripping from her eyes, running down her cheek but from the way she’s looking at him she’s still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.

His cock is slippery as hell as he gives her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with his hands.

The gagging and coughing sounds are growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva is gathering on the carpet beneath her. He’s thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. He’s almost at the point of cumming. He know he needs to move onto something else before it’s too late. But first he wants to do something.

He slips his cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slams it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose is poking into his stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like he’s done every time up until this point, he holds it there, his cock all the way down her throat.

“Look at me,” he says.

She shifts her gaze upward as best she can while deepthroating him, looking up at him with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath, doing everything in his power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly puts him over the edge.

Trying not to think about what that says about his psychological state, he quickly pulls his cock from her mouth and backs off, taking a moment to gather himself.

Jasmine coughs a couple of times then catches her breath with a few deep gulps of air. But she’s still smiling, always smiling. She is clearly a freaky little slut.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Always,” she replies.

Eric still has a handful of her hair and he yanks it forward, pulling her down to her hands and knees. Then he leads her by the hair over towards the couch, him walking, her crawling. He looks back at her, taking in her thin, lithe body as it moves; her toned arms, razor-sharp shoulder blades, arched back. And that impossibly tight ass sticking up, swaying with every crawling step forward.

Jasmine sees him watching her and cranes her neck to catch his eyes. Anticipation and excitement play across her features. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth and her eyes are pools of need.

Eric thinks he might be in love.

They arrive at the couch. Eric stops moving, lets go of Jasmine’s hair and turns to face her. But then he just stands there, hovering over her, looking down, just taking her in, his cock right above her face as she looks up at him.

What to do, what to do, he thinks, nearly paralyzed by the endless possibilities the night still has to offer. He’s almost got too much to choose from. Eventually he settles on a course of action.

He bends down, picks Jasmine up, spins her around, and drops her on the couch, her back on the bottom cushion, her legs draped over the back of the couch and her head hanging upside down just off the edge of the cushion.

Eric drops to his knees so his cock is right in front of her face and then he sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her face while she hangs off the couch, upside down, the blood rushing to her head. He fucks her face with everything he has, going balls deep, giving her his entire cock from tip to base. He can see the bulge his cock makes as it reaches the limits of her throat.

One of her hands fly down to her pussy and she starts rubbing her clit.

He grabs ahold of her tits and squeezes them as he continues to slam his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her nose, saliva dripping out of her mouth and dripping down her face, choking sounds coming from her mouth.

But Jasmine takes it like a champ, allowing him to have his way with her without fighting it, not pulling away in the least.

Eric pumps her face a couple more times and then holds it there, deep inside her throat, choking her with his cock, causing her to shuck and jive beneath him as she tries in vain to draw breath.

She gags once, then again, and she tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her, holding his cock in her throat. Jasmine’s hands come up to his chest and tries to push him away but Eric just leans further forward, forcing his cock deeper into her throat.

“Five more seconds,” he says, trying to ease her mind just a bit. And it seems to. She’s still gagging and her legs are rapidly banging against the back of the couch but she’s no longer actively fighting him.

He counts the seconds down.

“Five.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

“One.”

“Zero.”

He pulls his cock from her mouth.

Jasmine lifts her head up and coughs and gasps for breath.

“Too much?” he asks.

“Never,” she replies, catching his gaze. Her smile is gone but her eyes are still sparkling with excitement.

Laughing, he turns around and backs up until his calves are pushing against the couch. Her head is between his legs.

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

He squats down, dropping his balls into her open mouth. His cock is lying on her face, just to the side of her nose. The head of his cock is right at the hair line of her forehead. Her eyes are looking up at him while she suckles his ball sack. First one testicle, then the other, then both together.

He presses down on his cock, rubs it all over her face. He slaps her face with it a few times.

Still she goes on sucking his balls.

He reaches back, grabs ahold of her, and pulls her body up and back so her head is no longer lying off the edge of the couch. Now it’s lying on the cushion, facing the ceiling. Giving her some padding. And him some leverage.

He sits down on her chest so he can see her face.

“Do you like the taste of ass?” he says.

“I love it,” Jasmine replies, ever the submissive little slut.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Eric says.

He scoots forward and squats over her face so his asshole is directly over her mouth. Then he squats down a little more, dropping his asshole onto her mouth. A lightning bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine as she moves her tongue around, licking and slurping and going to town down there.

“Goddammit,” he says under his breath, shivering with delight.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his ass cheeks with her hands and spreads them apart, giving her better access. Her tongue rigid, she sticks it inside him, moving it in and out, tongue-fucking his asshole.

He gets into the act, bouncing up and down on her face, helping her tongue get even deeper inside him. He realizes he’s jerking himself off, mostly because he’s got nothing else to do with his hands. He decides to fix that.

He stands up, releasing the hold she has on him, and spins around so he is facing the couch.

Jasmine starts to shift too but he tells her not to move.

Then he steps forward and again drops his asshole onto her mouth.

“Tongue out,” he says.

She obliges.

He grabs ahold her tits for leverage and proceeds to ride her tongue with his asshole, moving back and forth against it so it’s running the length of his crack, from asshole to taint to the back of his ball sack. He’s squeezing and slapping her tits and rubbing her nipples as he moves, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her, which he takes advantage of by applying more pressure to her face when she moans.

One of her hands move up and around his leg, grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off, adding to the sensation.

“Holy fuck,” he moans. Between the work her tongue is doing on his asshole and her hand is doing on his cock he nearly cums right there. But he’s able to hold it down and the feeling soon passes. He’s once again good to go. At least for the moment.

He leans over and sticks three fingers into her soaking wet pussy and starts aggressively banging her. His other hand is still fondling her tit.

She lets out a muffled gasp of pleasure and turns up the intensity in which she’s working his asshole with her tongue.

This just gets him working her pussy and tits more feverishly, which in turn gets her jerking his cock even faster.

It’s a feedback loop of pleasure with only one end in sight. And the end is rapidly approaching. He has to mix things up quickly if he wants to keep this session going on for a while. But he just can’t get himself to stop. He’s having too much fun.

So he turns up the heat even further, slamming his fingers in and out of her with everything he’s got and slapping away at her tits.

Jasmine’s scream of pleasure is muffled by his ass on her mouth but still audible. Her hand is grasping his cock in a death-grip and expertly jerking him in long, fast strokes, getting him closer and closer to orgasm.

He’s no more than a few seconds away when he forces himself to pull off. It takes every ounce of willpower in his body to slip his fingers out of her pussy and release her tit and pull his ass up off her face.

“Is everything okay?” she says. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Everything’s fine,” Eric says. “I just need a little break.”

“Oh,” she says with a smile. “I got it.”

“You almost did, all right,” he says.

He stands over her for almost a full minute before he’s calmed down enough to get started again.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks.

“Whenever you are,” she replies, smiling as always.

Eric grabs ahold of her ankles and spins her around so her back is on the bottom cushion, her legs towards him. He’s standing over her, looking down on Jasmine’s perfect, thin, tight, agile, body.

Her face is glowing with excitement.

Still gripping her ankles, Eric spreads his arms, opening her legs wide, and holds them there, extended as far as they can go.

Jasmine’s leg muscles are taut, stretched tight against her skin. Her pussy is wide open, gaping, glistening.

“Fuck yourself,” he says.

One of her hands flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself.

Something about her finger-fucking her pussy while he stands over her is sexy as hell. It’s all Eric can do to avoid sticking his cock in her right this very second.

“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.

She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.

“Another,” he says.

Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.

 “Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”

He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.

“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.

She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.

“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”

She nods.

He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.

He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.

But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.

Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.

Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.

Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.

“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”

She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.

He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.

She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.

Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.

Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.

Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.

It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.

“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.

Jasmine nods.

“Beg for it,” Eric says.

“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”

Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.

He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.

“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”

His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.

“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”

Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.

By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.

Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.

She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.

He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.

“You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”

She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.

Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.

Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.

He lets go of her throat.

Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.

They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.

And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.

He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.

It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.

Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.

“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.

“I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”

“You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.

As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.

She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.

He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent, in more ways than one.

“That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”

Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”

“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”

She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”

“I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”

“It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”

“Really? Like what?”

She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”

“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”

Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”

“So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”

“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”

“And you enjoy it all?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”

“Is it ever up to you?”

“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”

“People actually pay you to do those things to them?”

“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.

Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”

“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”

“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”

“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”

“What about other women?”

“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”

“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.

“That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.

He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.

“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.

“My pleasure,” he says.

She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.

“Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.

Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.

He’s right on both counts.

 

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SEDUCING A STRANGER

THE DIARY OF A SEXY OLDER WOMAN: VOLUME ONE

HUNTER MONROE

 

There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.


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