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Matt Harper was just hanging out in his apartment, watching a little bit of television and relaxing from a long day at work when he heard a knock on his door. He wearily climbed off the couch and headed over to the door, idly wondering who was there. Was he going to get assailed by someone trying to sell him a security system? Or perhaps someone trying to convert him to some obscure religion? Or maybe just someone at the wrong unit?

He glanced into the peephole so he’d have an idea of what to expect. But what he saw was something out of his wildest dreams.

Matt took a half-step back, his heart pounding wildly. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe it. He pinched himself but only got a sharp pain in return. So it wasn’t a dream. What could it be then? Because it couldn’t be what it appeared to be. No way. His luck wasn’t that good. Unless it had finally turned? Unlikely, but possible. Either way, there was only one way to find out. So, making sure to keep his hopes down, he took a deep breath and opened the door.  

Standing in his doorway was Nikki Wilson, the 22-year old raven-haired bombshell that lived down the hall, five units away on the opposite side. She was standing there in a black lace, low-cut, form-fitting slip that barely made it down to the middle of her thighs. Nothing else.

Matt couldn’t help but stare. Her long black hair hung down below her shoulders, partially covering her face, framing her soft features perfectly. The big brown eyes, small nose, full lips, flawless skin. The little mole on her cheek that he’d always found impossibly sexy, the little flaw that just made you realize how sexy she truly was. And that body. Huge, natural breasts, narrow figure, impossibly long legs.

In the two years they’d lived in the same building, Matt had spent more than few nights lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking of her.

Matt tried to swallow but found that he couldn’t. His mouth was too dry.

“Hey, Nikki,” he managed to squeak out. “Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, you can,” she said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Matt said, scrambling. “Of course. Come on in.”

He opened the door wider and she strode by. Matt took a deep breath in an attempt to get control of himself just a bit, then closed the door. When he turned, Nikki was standing right there, less than a foot away from him.

As Matt stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Nikki stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and planted her lips on his. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth but he didn’t return the favor. He was too surprised to do anything. He pulled away quickly.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Nikki replied.

“Well, yeah. But what I mean is: Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“On one hand, no not really,” Matt said. “But on the other, yeah it does. I thought you were engaged?”

“Not anymore.”

“As of when?”

“Last weekend,” Nikki said. “Derek broke it off.”

A flitter of excitement tore through Matt but he held it down. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”


Nikki nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” she said. “I didn’t want to get married anyway. Not to him, at least. Besides, now I can do what I’ve always wanted to.”

“And what’s that?”

“You,” Nikki said. She pulled him again and they started making out. This time Matt didn’t fight it.

After almost a full minute of exploring each other’s tonsils, Nikki broke it off, turned, and walked over towards the dining room table.

“I don’t know about this—” Matt said, following her as he talked.

“What do you mean?” she replied as she slowly lifted her lingerie, revealing a black g-string underneath. “Do you not want me?”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

“What?” Nikki said, turning around and showing him her ass. “Don’t you want a piece of this?” She gave one of her asscheeks a little smack.

“Of course I do.”

“Then shut up and get down here,” Nikki said as she grabbed the back of Matt’s head and pulled him down to his knees while she bent over and turned completely away from him, guiding his face down to her ass.

Letting his objections die, Matt licked Nikki’s pussy through her panties while she rubbed her ass in his face, her hand still in the back of his head, holding him in place.

Nikki held Matt against her ass for a good fifteen seconds before releasing his head, giving a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath she slipped her panties down, freeing up her pretty little pussy. He dove back in, going to work on her snatch.

“Get it in there,” she said. “Get your tongue in there. Don’t be shy.”

Matt did as he was told, shoving his tongue deep into her pussy and exploring around vigorously.

“There you go,” Nikki said. “That’s a good boy.”

Using the dining room table for balance, she bent over even further, keeping her legs straight. She turned her upper body so she could look back and watch Matt while he worked.

“Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Work it, baby. Work it in there.”

Needing another little break, Matt pulled back, then spit on Nikki’s pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers and slid them inside her. Looking up the length of her perfect body, part of him still in disbelief at the situation, he banged away with his fingers for a little while them pulled them out and dove back in with his face, holding her asscheeks wide with his hands while his tongue worked her pussy and his nose pressed up against her asshole.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Nikki said, slamming her ass back into him, bouncing it off him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. “Holy shit yes, that feels so fucking good.”

Enjoying himself thoroughly, Matt stuck his tongue out and held it rigid, allowing it to slide deep inside Nikki’s pussy every time she bounced back against him. Her juices covered his face and her smell filled his pores, making him feel as though he had permanently taken up residence inside her.

A short time later, Nikki turned around and pulled Matt to his feet, yanking his shirt over his head as he rose. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. She undid his belt, button and zipper in seconds, then dropped his pants and took his cock in her mouth.

She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, massaging and caressing it, getting it hard in no time flat. Once it was sticking straight out, looking like it was going to push through the skin, Nikki bobbed her head forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes turned up to his as she blew him.

Nikki glided over his cock, applying just enough pressure so that he could feel it but not so much that it was unbearable. Wet, slurping sounds escaped from her mouth and her eyes were turned up towards his, maintaining eye contact at all times.

Once Matt’s cock was all wet and slippery, Nikki let it slide out of her mouth, then gathered up some saliva, spit it on his shaft, and jerked him off.

“Are you still not sure about this?” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I can stop if you want. Is that what you want?”

Matt shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” Nikki said, her smile growing wider. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while her hand continued working his shaft.

“Holy shit,” Matt said under his breath.

“Do you like that?” Nikki said, popping his cock out of her mouth.

Matt nodded.

She giggled and slid his cock in her mouth again, taking it halfway down this time. She held it there for a couple seconds before pulling off.

“What about that?” she said. “Do you like that too?”

“Very much,” Matt said. 

“I do too,” Nikki said. “I love the taste of your cock. The feel of it in my mouth. And you know what else I love?”


“Getting face-fucked,” she said, flashing him a wicked smile. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can fuck my face?”

“I think I can manage that,” Matt said.

“Let’s find out,” Nikki said. She opened her mouth wide and put her arms behind her back.

Matt took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Nikki’s head and held in place as he slammed his cock in and out of her open mouth while wet, slurping sounds escaped from it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the floor.

Nikki gagged and coughed but her eyes told him to keep going, so Matt did, moving his hips back and forth as fast as he could, hammering her mouth with his cock for a good thirty seconds before shoving it all the way down her throat and keeping it there, forcing her to deepthroat him, holding her head against him while she coughed and gagged.

Eventually he let Nikki go. Her head snapped back and she gasped for breath, laughing and smiling all the while.

“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. I have to admit, you’re a little more forceful than I was expecting.”

“Sorry,” Matt said, suddenly feeling sheepish.

“Don’t be,” Nikki said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing, actually.”


“Absolutely,” she said. “Most men are too gentle for my tastes. They don’t know how to turn it up a notch. But you obviously do.”

“Thanks,” Matt said, just as sheepishly as before, but for different reasons. He wasn’t one who took compliments well. Never had been.

“Ahh, aren’t you cute,” Nikki said. “All embarrassed.”

She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Matt’s cock, licking it from base to tip, making him shiver.

Laughing, Nikki said, “Oh, you like that too, huh?”


“Then you’re sure to like this,” she said, sliding deeper beneath him and going to work on his ballsack, running her tongue over it while she jerked him off.

As Matt breathed heavily above her, Nikki took one of his balls in her mouth and gargled it for a few seconds before switching over to the other one. After playing with that one for a little while she took them both in her mouth, flicking her tongue against them and bouncing them off each other before letting them go with a little pop.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” he said.

“Yeah, you like that? You like it when I suck on your balls?”

Matt nodded vigorously.

Giggling, Nikki went back for seconds. This time she wrapped a couple of fingers around Matt’s sack right below his cock and squeezed, creating a tight little pocket with his balls as the prize. She stuck the whole package in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling down at the same time, stretching his sack out while she continued jerking him off.

Matt let out a little moan—mostly pleasure but with a little hint of pain mixed in—and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, in an attempt to calm himself down. But it was fruitless. He was simply too excited.

Matt backed off, forcing Nikki to release his sack from her mouth. As she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d made him tap out, Matt bent down, puts his arms beneath her shoulders, and lifted her up so she was standing in front of him. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and explored around for a few seconds before breaking off the kiss and spinning her around so she was facing the table, her ass to him.

“Oh, taking a little bit of control,” Nikki said.

“That’s right,” Matt replied.

“I like it. I like it a lot. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

Matt stepped out of his pants then lifted Nikki’s slip up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder.

Once all their clothes were off, Matt bent Nikki over the table. He lifted her leg, putting it on the table too, opening her up wider, then grabbed ahold of his cock and stepped forward. He smacked his cock against her wet, waiting pussy a couple times, then slid it inside her.

“Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy,” Nikki said, speaking in gasping breaths.

With his hands around her hips for balance, Matt slammed his cock into Nikki, fucking her from behind, their bodies slapping against each other, combining with their repeated moans of pleasure to create a symphony of sex.

“Do you like that,” Matt said, mimicking her tone from earlier. “Do you like it when I take you from behind?”

Nikki turned her upper body so she could look back at him and nodded in reply.

“I fucking love it,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“Do you want it harder?” he said.

“Fuck yes,” Nikki replied. “As hard as you can give it to me.”

Matt ran his hands up her back grabbed ahold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as his hips came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“Holy shit yes,” she said. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Give it to me nice and deep. I want every inch of you inside me.”

Nikki’s dirty talking just revved Matt up even more. He turned up the intensity, slamming his hips forward, causing her ass to ripple with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“That’s right,” Nikki said, practically screaming. “Pound it. Fuck my little cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me just like that. Just like that!”

Matt hammered into Nikki a few more times before slowing things down to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside her, he reached down and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide. After admiring the view for a few seconds, he started moving against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in slow, deep pumps.

“Does that feel good?” Nikki asked.

“Fuck yes,” Matt replied. He’d always enjoyed fucking slowly, even more so than pounding a girl. It was more sensual, more romantic. But it also increased the sensitivity tenfold, which wasn’t always good thing. Not unless he wanted to cum within minutes. Which was why he gradually sped things up, moving against more quickly with every thrust.

“Do you like spreading my pussy open so you can see?” Nikki said. “So you can watch your cock going in and out of me?”

“I fucking love it,” Matt replied, steadily increasing the rhythm until he was once again hammering away at her, their bodies coming together with a wet slap.

“Do you like that?” she said. “Do you like my pussy throbbing around your dick? Do you feel those big pussy lips wrapped around it?”

Matt didn’t reply. He was too busy fucking the shit out of her.

“Fuck me,” Nikki said, practically snarling the words, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Matt did as Nikki asked, giving her everything he had, even throwing in a couple slaps to the ass while he pummeled her from behind.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Nikki cried. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

Reaching deep into his reserves, Matt kept it up, pounding away at Nikki until her body tensed up and then released, her legs quivering and shaking as her pussy drenched his cock with juices.

After Nikki’s orgasm had passed, she pushed her hips forward, drawing Matt’s cock from her pussy. She spun around and dropped to her knees, talking the whole time.

“I want to suck it,” she said. “I want to clean my cum off your cock. Can I do that? Is that okay with you?”

Smiling, Matt nodded.

Returning his grin, Nikki ran her tongue over his cock, licking it clean of her cum. “I taste so fucking good,” she said. “I love licking my cum off your cock.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually moving further and further down until she was nearly swallowing the entire thing.

“I love it too,” Matt said. “Too much, I’m afraid,” he added, reaching down and hooking his arms under Nikki’s shoulders and pulling her to her feet.

Once she was standing, he lifted her up and set her ass down on the table, then pushed on her shoulders, guiding her onto her back.

“I need a little break,” he said as he spread her legs and squatted down until his face was at the same level as her pussy. “Do you mind?”

Without waiting for an answer, he dove in, smashing her face between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy.

“Not at all,” Nikki said, drawing out the words. “You can eat my pussy whenever the hell you feel like it.”

Matt went to town, working her pussy with tons of energy, licking her snatch and sucking on her pussy lips and driving his tongue inside her and exploring around. Nikki was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

“Holy shit you’re good at that,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

“You like that, do you?” Matt replied, coming up for air, looking up at her.

“I fucking love it,” Nikki said. Leaning forward, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her, smashing it up against her flesh, smothering him. Matt flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy while she moaned above him.

Eventually Nikki let him go. But Matt wasn’t done yet. He started working her clit with his mouth, pressing his tongue against it with as much force as he could muster.

Nikki let out a little yelp and bucked against him hard enough to make the table move. The expression on her face was a combination of determination and pleasure and her chest was heaving with exertion.

Matt glanced up at her and saw how into it she was. He decided she was enjoying it so much he’d take things even further. While his tongue still worked her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and starting banging away, moving them in and out as quickly as he could, not taking it easy at all.  

“Holy fuck,” she said, drawing the word out in pleasure. She tilted her head back, losing herself, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let out a long, low, wordless groan.

Feeling emboldened, Matt squeezed another finger inside her. It was a tight fit, forcing him to slow down for a few seconds while she adjusted. But she quickly loosened up and he went back to slamming his fingers in and out of her, forcing them in as far as he could with as much speed as possible. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices flowing like a stream, allowing him to hammer away at her without any resistance whatsoever.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Nikki cried. “Right there, right fucking there! Oh my god you’re so fucking good at that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

And just like that, she let out a little screech and her pussy released another torrent of juices, drenching Matt’s face even further.

Once her orgasm had passed, Nikki grabbed two handfuls of Matt’s hair and pulled him to his feet. “Come here. Come on, get up here,” she said.

Matt did so willingly. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy, he was ready to move on to the main course.

 “Enough playing around,” Nikki said, running her tongue along his face, licking her pussy juices off his skin. “I need you inside me.”

She grabbed ahold of his stiff cock and jerked him off while simultaneously sticking her tongue in his mouth. While they continued to make out, Nikki pulled Matt towards her, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Nikki gasped slightly as Matt entered her, his cock sliding in with ease. They made out for a few more seconds before Matt broke off the kiss and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her pussy.

The relaxed approach didn’t last long, however; both of them were way too riled up to take things slow at this point. And as wet as Nikki’s pussy was, it was impossible to anyhow.

Matt gradually increased the speed and intensity in which his cocked slammed into Nikki until he was giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, in aggressive, hammering thrusts. The table rocked and squeaked beneath them as their bodies came together in wet smacks, their eyes locked together, both wearing expressions of pure joy.

“Your cock feels so fucking good,” Nikki said. “Ohmygod your cock feels fucking amazing.”

Hearing Nikki’s voice just got Matt more excited. “Keep on talking,” he said. “I want to hear your voice while I fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Nikki asked. “You like that, huh? You like me egging you on? It turns you on, does it?”

Matt nodded his head and hammered her even harder. He was still a little ways away from orgasm but rapidly gaining ground and he wanted to give it to her as hard and fast as possible before he was finished for good.

“Holy shit that feels fucking great,” Nikki said, the tone of her voice getting higher-pitched with every utterance. “Yeah, come and get it. This is your pussy. You can do whatever you want to it. You own it.”

Emboldened even further by Nikki’s words, Matt grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around her thigh and turned her to the side just a bit, altering the angle of entry and allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

“Goddammit!” Nikki cried out. ““That’s right, pound it, pound that fucking pussy!”

With every word that came out of Nikki’s mouth, Matt got a little more excited, a little closer to orgasm. But still he wanted more.

So he lifted his leg, putting one foot up on the table to gain even more leverage. Gripping Nikki’s leg more tightly, using her body for balance, he went after her with everything he had, his body sweating, his chest heaving, his breath shortening as he hammered away at her pussy, his balls slapping up against her ass with every thrust, his cock pushing up against something deep inside her before sliding most of the way out to start the process again.

“Fuck me,” Nikki cried out. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like the little slut I am! Hammer me with that fucking cock! Hammer me!”

Matt was bone-tired from exertion, but still he didn’t slow down, pushing through all the boundaries of exhaustion to fuck Nikki like he’d never fucked another woman before, their bodies slapping together with a wet sound that echoed about the room, the table barely standing upright, Nikki’s tits flopping around madly, her eyes wild, her hair everywhere, her face a mask of pleasure.

“Holy fuck I’m going to cum again,” she said in a breathless burst. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

Even though he was mere seconds away from cumming himself, Matt did as Nikki asked, continuing to defy his body and pound away at her pussy while desperately holding off on his orgasm until she’d had another one.

Luckily for him it was only a few more seconds before Nikki’s body shuddered for the third time that evening, releasing yet another torrent of her juices from her pussy, making things even wetter than ever down there.

But Matt was too close to slow down at this point, even for a moment. He still hammered away at Nikki’s pussy even as she recovered from her orgasm.

Nikki was an experienced woman; she knew exactly what was happening. She could read it on Matt’s face, could intuit it from his body-language.

“Are you ready to cum?” she asked, her tone softer now, sexy and alluring.

Matt nodded.

“You want to cum all over this slutty face of mine?” she asked.

He nodded again, unable to speak even if he’d wanted to.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Nikki said. “Are you ready?”

He nodded for the third time.

Nikki slid her body back, allowing his cock to slip out of her pussy. In a flash she was on her knees on the floor, her face directly in front of his cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on the tip while jerking the shaft with her hand.

“Fucking give it to me,” Nikki said, popping his cock out of her mouth. “Come on, baby, cum all over my face.”

She worked his cock with her hand for a couple more seconds and then Matt was there. He grunted softly and his face screwed up in a twist and then his body tensed for a moment before releasing, sending a rope of sperm shooting out of his cock and splashing against her pretty face.

Nikki continued jerking Matt off while he came: four, five, six loads shooting out of his cock, covering her face in white, leaving ropes of sperm on her forehead, in her hair, on her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and in her mouth.

Staring up at Matt as he shimmied and shook and tried to catch his breath, Nikki wrapped her lips around his cock one last time and sucked on the tip, drawing the lest remnants of cum from him.

Matt stared down at her with a huge smile on his face, her cum-covered face perversely making her even sexier than ever, which was quite a feat.

Nikki milked Matt completely dry then pulled her mouth off his cock for the last time and climbed to her feet. Matt grabbed his t-shirt from the ground and handed it to her so she could wipe her face off.

“My God that was a monster load,” Nikki said as she cleaned her face with his shirt.

“Tell me about it,” Matt said. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

“That’s because you’ve never been with a girl like me before,” Nikki replied.

“Ain’t that the truth,” he said. “But what I really want to know is if I ever will again.”

Nikki flashed him a playful little smirk. “Be with a girl like me again? Or be with me again?”

“As far as I can tell, there aren’t any other girls like you,” Matt said. “You’re one of a kind.”

Nikki’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Keep on saying things like that and I’m pretty sure this won’t be the only time we’re doing something like this.”

“That’s all it’s going to take?” Matt said, offering a playful grin of his own. “A few kind words?”

“As long as you mean them,” she replied. “And, of course, you have to be able repeat this performance again. And maybe even step things up a little bit.”

“Oh, that won’t be much of a problem,” he said, laughing. “In fact, it’s the easiest thing in the world.”






As I’ve explained before, I’m a dirty little slut. I make no bones about it, I don’t apologize for it, and I’m certainly not embarrassed by it. I thoroughly enjoy fucking and strive to do it every chance I get, every way I can get it, and with as many men as possible. End of story.

But that doesn’t mean that I’m always walking around wearing a ton of makeup with teased up hair and skimpy clothes and fuck-me pumps, swinging my ass around so everyone can see.

Quite the opposite, in fact. I generally wear very little makeup, have a simple haircut, and am usually dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Something that shows plenty of skin, but in a non-obvious way. No piercings, no tattoos, nothing that would betray my little secret.

Chances are if you passed me on the street or saw me in a grocery store, you’d have no idea that I had a serious nasty streak. You’d just see a cute, innocent-looking young woman with dark hair standing a shade over five feet tall and right around one hundred pounds, carrying herself like she’s a little on the shy side, someone you’d have to coax into bed slowly, a girl you’d want to take home to your parents.

I’m the very definition of cute, and most people are under the illusion that cute automatically equates to innocent.

There’s nothing I enjoy more than shattering that illusion.


Tonight I’m on my way to see a guy named Ryan. He’s a friend of a friend, someone that I’ve partied with a couple times over the past year or so. He’s a couple years younger than me and pretty cute, but nobody that I’d taken any particular interest in. Mostly because he hadn’t really showed any interest in me.

But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. A few nights ago, Kelly (she’s our mutual friend) and I were on our way back home from a bar when she asked me if I’d noticed Ryan. I told her I was aware of him, but that was about it. Then she broke out the news.

“He totally digs you,” Kelly said.

“Oh yeah?” I replied. “He sure hasn’t shown it. He barely even looks at me and he’s never said anything more than hi.”

“He’s just a little shy, that’s all,” Kelly said. “Not real good with the ladies. You know, one of those sad little boys who was told what to do by their domineering mom their whole life?”

“Is that right?” I said, my mind working. I’d been looking for a new boy for my rotation, someone who liked to be pushed around. And ones with mommy issues were prime targets.

Kelly nodded. “He asked me to see if you were interested, and if you were, to give him a call.”

So I did. And we set up a date. Dinner and a couple drinks. Or so Ryan thought.

He was in for the surprise of his life.


It’s the night of our date. I’m on the couch watching television when my doorbell rings. I turn off the TV, climb to my feet and go to answer it. I’m wearing a simple black dress and heels. Something that will be easy to get out.

I look through the peephole and see Ryan standing out there, looking nervous.

I open the door.

“Hey there,” I say.

“Hi,” he replies. He’s wearing black pants and a black shirt and looking better than I remember. Dark hair, brown eyes, sharp cheekbones, cute smile. A shade under six feet tall, maybe a hundred and eighty-five pounds. Not bad at all.

“Do you want to come in for a drink before we go?” I ask.

“I’d love to.”

I stand aside and let him in. He walks in and stops just inside the door, taking measure of my place. I close the door behind him and immediately drop to my knees.

He turns around and is startled to see me looking up at him, my big eyes like a puppy’s, my hands already reaching for his waist.

“Whoa, wait a minute,” he says, but I ignore him and starting undoing his belt.

Ryan tries to back away but I stay right with him, shuffling on my knees as he moves backwards, my hands still clinging to his waistband. Eventually he backs up all the way to the wall.

“Nowhere to run to now,” I say, smiling like a demon up at him.

He just stares at me, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat.

“What’s the matter,” I say, smiling wider now. I loves messing with men, flipping their expectations, keeping them on edge. It gets me off. “This is what you wanted, right? This is where you were hoping the night would end up?”

He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and nods his head.

“Then stop fighting it,” I say, going back to work on his belt. “We’re just dropping all the pretense and going straight to the main course.” I finish undoing his belt then unbutton his fly and drop his zipper.

Ryan’s pants fall to the ground. His raging boner is sticking out of the little slit in his boxers. His cock isn’t huge but that’s all right. Size only matters to a certain extent. Of course bigger is better (up to a certain point, at least) but as long as it’s within the bell curve it’s not that big of a deal. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to be using it all much tonight. I’m going to be utilizing other parts of his body to do most of the work on the first part of our evening.

“You have a beautiful cock,” I say, looking up at him as I run my fingers along it. All men love to hear that. It feeds their ego. “Do you mind if I suck on it?”

I take his cock in my mouth without waiting for an answer. I mean, it’s not like he’s going to say no.

I work it for a little while, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, getting myself warmed up, then start sucking it more aggressively, taking it halfway down my throat, bobbing on it with urgency, my eyes locked on his, maintaining eye contact as I take his cock deeper and deeper and deeper until the whole thing is in my mouth, tickling my throat, filling me up, making it difficult to breathe.

I hold his cock in my throat for as long as I can before pulling off. My mouth is filled with saliva and I spit it on his cock then start jerking him off some more.

“You like that?” I say, staring up at him while working his cock with my hand. “You like it when I take your cock all the way down my throat? Choking and gagging on it?”

He nods.

“It makes you want to cum all over my face, doesn’t it?” I say, getting off on the discomfort he feels when I talk dirty to him. It’s written all over his face. He likes it but doesn’t know how to react to it. It’s obvious this wasn’t what he was expecting tonight. In fact, from his deer-in-headlights look, I’m certain he’s never had a girl do anything like this before. Which just fuels me further.

I drop down onto the back of my legs and slide in closer to him. Then I go to work on his balls, licking his sack, taking one of his testicles in my mouth, sucking on it for a moment, gargling it, then doing the same thing to the other one, all the while still jerking him off.

“What about that?” I say. “You like that too?”

“Yes,” he manages to croak out. It’s the first time he’s talked since his pants have come off.

It makes me giggle to see how much he’s fighting his instincts. And ups my efforts even more, of course.

I grab ahold of his sack right above his balls and squeeze, capturing his testicles in a tight pocket. Then I take both of his balls in my mouth and suck hard.

He makes a soft sound and his legs buckle just a little bit. Exactly what I was going for. I can feel him tensing up so I pop his balls out of my mouth before it’s too late.

“I’ve got more where that came from,” I say. “But first you have to do some things for me. Okay?”

He nods, his eyes wide. He’s totally mine, like a puppet on a string. I can’t help but smile. Men are so easy to manipulate. Just suck their cocks for a couple minutes and promise some more later and they’ll do whatever you want without the slightest hesitation.

I grab him by the cock and lead him over to the living room. Once we’re there I grab a throw pillow from the couch and drop it on the floor.

“Lay down on your back with your head on the pillow,” I say.

He does as he’s told. Without hesitation, of course.

I stand over him, one leg on each side of his body, standing directly over his hard cock and slide my dress off, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties and heels.

“What do you think?” I ask.

“I think you’re perfect,” he replies.

“Good answer,” I say with a smile as I unhook my bra and let it drop to the ground. I take a couple steps forward until I’m standing directly above his face. I start rubbing my pussy through my panties while looking down the length of my body at him.

“Do you want to see my pretty little pussy?” I ask.

He nods.

I slip out of my panties and stick two fingers in my pussy. They slide in easily; I’m already soaking wet; it doesn’t take much. I work my pussy with my fingers while looking down at Ryan. It excites me to watch him as he watches me play with myself.

After I’ve got my fingers nice and wet I pull them out of my pussy. “Do you want to taste it?” I ask.

He nods again.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please let me taste your pussy,” he says.

“That’s better.” I bend down and stick my fingers in his mouth. “Suck my juices off my fingers. One at a time.”

Ryan does exactly as he is told. He’s a good little submissive, just as I knew he’d be. Momma’s boys always are.

“That’s a good boy,” I say. “Lick them clean.”

He does.

“Do you want me to sit on your face?” I say after he’s done with my fingers.

“Yes please,” he says.

Smiling, I squat over him, one foot on the carpet on each side of his head. My pussy is hovering a couple of inches above his mouth but I don’t yet drop it onto him. I want to play with him some more. Taunt him. Tease him.

“Is this what you want?” I ask. “For me to sit on your face so you can lick my pussy?”

He nods vigorously. His breath is coming quickly now and his excitement is obvious.

I’m getting off too; Fucking is great, but dominating a guy, controlling the entire situation? Now that is incredible.

He reaches up and grabs my hips to pull me down onto him but I slap his arms away.

“Hands off,” I say. “This is my gig. I control the action. You don’t do anything unless I tell you to. Understand?”

He nods. His eyes are hungry with need.

Still squatting above him, I stick my fingers in my pussy, working it until my juices are dripping down onto his face. Once I’m good and wet I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head until his mouth is pressing up against my pussy.

“Lick it,” I say

He does as he’s told.

I let him work on my pussy for a few seconds before dropping his head back to the pillow. Then I go back to work on myself, rubbing my clit, working myself up. I knows he’s pining away for me to sit on his face by now but I’ve got some business to take care of first.

I continue rubbing my clit until I’m right at the point of orgasm. It doesn’t take long; it never does with me. But right before I cum I drop down onto my knees so my pussy is on top of his face. Still rubbing away at my clit, I grind my pussy into his mouth and start riding his tongue.

The pleasure is immense and immediate. I’m right at the point of cumming but I don’t slow down one bit; in fact, I get more aggressive, leaning forward and riding his face more intensely. His rigid tongue is sliding up and down on my pussy and his nose is pressing against my clit. A few seconds of that and then I’m cumming, my body spasming and a low, intense groan escaping from my throat.

Needing a little break, I lean back so I can watch Ryan’s eyes as he works my pussy with his tongue. His face is red and intense. He’s taking his job seriously. And he’s enjoying this. So I go back to work, dropping my pussy back onto his face and grinding away.

But he’s a bit too gentle for my tastes. I like to ride the edge of pain and pleasure, and he’s too much of a sub to get aggressive with me. So I have to take matters into my own hands. Literally. So I take one breast in each hand and pinch my nipples while he works on my snatch.

Working my nipples while he eats me out does the trick. Now that I’m good and warmed up again it’s time to mix things up. See how much I can get away with before he relents. Something tells me it’s going to be pretty far.

“Are you ready to taste my ass?” I ask.

He nods instead of speaking but this time I let him get away with it. After all, his mouth is being put to good use already.

I spin around on his face so I’m facing his cock (which is still sticking straight up despite not having been touched by me) then I use my hands to spread my ass cheeks and plop my asshole right onto his mouth.

He goes to work immediately, licking my asshole with urgency, like a man possessed.

“That’s right,” I say. “Lick that fucking asshole. Get your tongue in there and work it around. That’s right. Good boy.”

My talking seems to turn him on, as he goes to work more aggressively. Pretty soon his rigid tongue is slipping inside my asshole, tickling my insides.

I choke off sounds of pleasure (I don’t want him getting too confident) and start bouncing on his face, his tongue sliding deeper and deeper inside me every time I bottom out. It feels incredible, but I still need something more to get myself off again. So I stick my fingers inside my pussy and starts banging myself while he works my asshole with his tongue.

About a minute of fucking myself while he works my asshole and I’m right at the point of cumming yet again. I pull my fingers from my pussy and aggressively rub my clit, once again putting me over the top.

I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan as the orgasm rocks my body. This one is more violent than the first two, causing me to shake and shimmy. Ryan’s tongue slips out of my asshole but he continues licking away at it, prolonging my ecstasy.

I figure it’s time to reward him for a job well done so I lean over and take his cock in my mouth.

A little moan escapes from his throat but he doesn’t stop licking my asshole. In fact, he goes at it with even more fervor, using his hands to spread my asscheeks wide, making me gape and giving him even deeper access.

I suck his cock for a little while, bobbing up and down on it while my hand works his shaft, mixing up the depth and pressure to keep him on edge. I don’t want him getting into too good of a rhythm; I still need his cock inside me before we go on our date.

I can tell from the way his body is reacting that he’s pretty close to cumming so I lift myself up off his face and let his cock slip out of my mouth, giving him a chance to recover. And me a chance to mess with his head a little bit.

I turn and sit on the lower part of his stomach. My legs are on each side of his body and my ass is pressing back against his cock, providing just a little bit of pressure.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, pretending like I’m genuinely concerned. Like I don’t know how he’s going to answer.

“Very much so,” he says.

“I’m not taking things too quickly, am I?”

“Not at all,” he says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “Because sometimes I can be a bit . . . pushy.”

“I like it.”

“Good,” I say. “So you want me to continue telling you what to do?”

“Yes,” he says.

I glare at him and my tone gets harsh. “Yes what?”

“Yes please.”

“That’s better,” I say, my glare turning into a smile and my voice softening. “Okay, so here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to sit on your face again and smother you until I have another orgasm. Then I’m going to ride your cock until you’re ready to cum. Then you’re going to shoot your load all over my face. Understand?”

He nods.

“If you do all things and do them well, then after dinner we’ll have another round just like this one. Except crazier. How does that sound?”

“It sounds great.”

“Of course it does,” I say. “Because you’re a perverted, dirty little boy who likes to get told what to do, aren’t you?”

He nods.

“Don’t nod. Say it.”


“Repeat it back to me,” I say. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I’m a perverted nasty little boy who likes to get told what to do,” Ryan says.

“Yes you are,” I reply. “Now stick out your tongue.”

He complies, of course.

I climb up his chest and straddle his face and pin his arms to the carpet, then drop my pussy right back onto his mouth, giving him my entire weight this time, completely smothering him with my flesh. Despite his lack of air, he goes to work on my pussy with vigor, licking and tonguing me while I continue to hold his arms down, making him all but helpless.

I do exactly what I said I was going to do; grind on his face until I cum, my pussy juices dripping out of me, drenching his face and getting in his mouth and up his nose and in his eyes.

Once I’m done I lift my pussy off his face and stare down at him, our eyes locked together. His face is red and he’s breathing hard and deep but he’s smiling widely.

Still squatting over him, I say, “You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you?”

Ryan nods.

I spit on his face.

“What about that? Do you like it when I spit on you?”

He nods again, his smile still wide and full of excitement.

I give him a slap on the cheek. Just a little one without much force.

“And that?”

Another nod. His smile has grown even larger.

I slap him again, harder this time. And again. And again. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. His cheek is bright red but still he’s smiling. And breathing more deeply than ever.

I return his smile. I just can’t help it. I’m having a grand old time.

“You really are a nasty little boy, aren’t you?” I say, wondering how far he’ll let me go with the abuse. Maybe after dinner I’ll try and find out. But right now I’m starting to get hungry, so it’s time to finish up round one.

I take a couple steps back so my pussy is right above his cock.

“Now I’m going to ride you,” I say. “But you’re going to tell me before you cum, right? I want your load all over my face.”

He nods.

“That’s a good boy,” I say as I squat down, grab ahold of his cock and slip it into my dripping wet pussy. With my hands on his chest for balance, I start moving my body up and down, slowly and deliberately, taking his entire cock from tip to balls, my pussy swallowing it with ease, my juices making things nice and smooth.

He gasps and closes his eyes, his face fixed in a scowl of concentration. I’m guessing he’s trying desperately not to cum, but even if he does, it’s not that big of a deal. After all, I had a feeling this was how the first part of the night was going to go, which is why I had him do all those things to me earlier. I wanted to make sure I got off multiple times before we went to dinner.

In fact, the way I figure it, the sooner he cums the better. Because then he’ll feel guilty about finishing up so quickly after he’s stuck his dick in me. Which means that later, after dinner, I’ll exploit that guilt to push his limits even further.

So I slip down to my knees so I’m straddling him and start riding him faster, bouncing up and down on his cock, my ass slamming down into his balls at the bottom of every thrust.

I put my hands on his thighs and lean back, changing the angle of penetration, tilting his cock backwards, increasing the pressure. I slide my pussy up and down on his cock a few times then start riding it in a circular motion.

I know he’s right at the point of cumming but he’s still holding back. He’s got more control than I expected. So I decide to take advantage of his submissive qualities to help him get there more quickly.

Still bouncing on his cock, I lean forward and wrap one hand around his neck, choking him while I fuck him.

His eyes widen and his smile returns. I can tell from the way his body is moving against me that he’s getting close. Time to put him over the edge.

Going back to the well once again, I slap him across the cheek with my free hand. He starts breathing faster. I slap him again, still choking him with my other hand and still bouncing aggressively on his cock.

He has to be close to cumming but still he’s not giving in. Which is good because riding and choking and slapping him all at the same time has me right on the verge of orgasm once again.

And then I’m there.

Grabbing his neck with my other hand too I choke him while I cum, my body shaking and shivering while I continue to impale myself on his cock.

Then, as if my orgasm triggered his own, he says, “Holy shit I’m gonna fucking cum,” like it was a single word.

I scramble off his cock and down to the floor, on my knees between his legs. I take his cock in my mouth and suck him off, tasting my sweet pussy juices as I do so, my lips working the tip of his cock while my hand works his shaft, the combination of my juices still on his cock and my saliva allowing me jerk him off with some serious speed and pressure.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he says as his body tenses up for a moment.

I pull my mouth off his cock but continue jerking him off as his body releases, sending warm, white milky liquid shooting everywhere. His load is massive; four full spasms and a couple of aftershocks. Some of his cum ends up on my face, some in my hair, some on my tits, some on his stomach and some on the floor.

Once he’s done I suck on the tip of his cock, eliciting every last drop from it, then make my way up his chest.

Trying to get a reaction from him, I lean in for a kiss, my face still covered with his cum. But he doesn’t even flinch, lifting his head to take my mouth in his. We make out for a little while before I break it off.

“So, shall we get cleaned up and go get some dinner?” I ask, acting as though this was a normal prelude to a first date with me. (And to be honest, it wasn’t all that out of character.)

“Sounds like a plan,” Ryan says, not missing a beat. He climbs to his feet and offers his hand to help me up.


It isn’t until we’re all cleaned up and about ready to leave for the restaurant when he finally broaches the subject I know he’s been thinking about since we finished.

“Sorry about that, by the way,” he says as he opens the door for me.

“Sorry about what?” I ask, playing dumb, even though I know exactly what he’s apologizing for.

“Not lasting very long earlier,” he says. “You caught me off guard. Next time I’ll do better.”

I smile inwardly. Men are so predictable it’s almost unfair.

“I’m sure you will,” I say, tilted my head up and giving him a little peck on the cheek. “Now let’s go get to know each other a little bit, what do you say?”

“Sounds good.”

I close the door and we head off on our date.






One of the biggest benefits to hiring escorts as opposed to being in a traditional relationship is what I like to call the long-distance factor. You remember being in a relationship like that at one time or another, right? Always wondering what your significant other might be doing all alone by themselves while you’re gone for a week or a month or possibly even longer. Making new friends? Going out and partying? Fucking someone else? It’s enough to drive you crazy. Not to mention the lack of sex while you’re away from each other. Sometimes it’s not such a big deal, especially if your time away is short, but sometimes it can really grow on you. Especially when you’re on the road for work as much as I am. Nothing fosters an unhealthy relationship quite like being away for weeks at a time, coming home only for a day or two per month to do the normal relationship things; dinner and movie, some drinks at the bar, a night of making love. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but most of the time it just facilitates break-ups, especially when your couple days home a month are filled with jet-lag and you’re bone-tired from all the travel and all you want to do is relax for a bit. Most of the time your significant other just doesn’t appreciate that. And they shouldn’t. After all, they only get to see you every once in a while; there’s nothing wrong with them expecting to dominate your time and attention. Which is why I prefer just to avoid traditional relationships altogether. 

The way I see it, the choice between 2-hour long phone calls and renting bad hotel pay-per-view porn in order to honor the terms of your average traditional relationship versus paying for a smoking hot escort who will fuck your brains out for a couple hundred bucks is not even a choice. Give me the escort every time.

On this particular week, my job takes me to Texas. It’s my first time here and so far it’s treating me pretty well. Hopefully after tonight it’ll be treating me even better. You see, it’s Saturday night and I’m looking to party. And I’ve decided to go with the local flavor and order up a special kind of girl, one I’ve never had before, an honest-to-goodness Texas cowgirl.



There’s a knock on my door. I peek out the eyehole and see a smoking hot chick with blonde hair snaking out the side of a black cowboy hat and down her shoulders. Tanned skin, big brown eyes, super white teeth behind full, pouty lips and a look on her face like she knows she’s the shit. She’s wearing a full-length leather duster, so I can’t get a look at her body, but I have no doubt it’s ridiculous based on all the available information.

I open the door and she walks in without so much as a glance in my direction. I close the door behind her and turn around. She’s already unbuttoned the duster, revealing a light purple bra and panties, brown leather chaps, cowboy boots and nothing else.  Her body is even more ridiculous than I’d hoped for; toned but skinny legs, washboard stomach, defined but not too muscular arms, and a pair of large, perfect breasts. Too perfect to be real, for sure, but it doesn’t matter to me in the least. They way I figure it, if I can touch ‘em they’re real enough for me. She’s a tall girl, no more than three inches shorter than me, but her looks and the way she holds herself make her seem larger than life. I’m getting hard just looking at her.

“I understand you’re looking for a dirty little cowgirl to stick your dick into tonight,” she says in her soft Texas drawl.

“That’s right.”

She slides the duster off and lets it fall to the ground, then turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, the leather chaps framing her tight little ass. “Well, what do you think, big boy?” she says, looking back at me from between her legs. “Will I work?”

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