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KINKY EROTICA 1

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Rickie Sheen

Brock Landers

JT Holland

Scotty Diggler

Copyright 2018 by BS Publications

BS PUBLICATIONS

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

TWO FILTHY SLUTS BY RICKIE SHEEN

ROUGH & DIRTY BY BROCK LANDERS

ASSERTING DOMINANCE BY JT HOLLAND

BANGING IN THE SHOWER BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

 

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TWO FILTHY SLUTS

ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME FIVE

RICKIE SHEEN

 

By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you. Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.

 

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I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that. 

Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie.

Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

“Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

“Another one,” Brownie says.

Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

“Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles,  slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

“Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

“Now taste yourself,” Brownie says.

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.

Brownie leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good.

And it gets even better as Brownie takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out.

Brownie gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock.   

“You taste so fucking good,” Brownie says as she goes back to work on my cock.

On the bed, Blondie now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Blondie. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Brownie says.  

Blondie does as she’s ordered.

“Now crawl,” Brownie says.

Blondie begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Brownie sees me watching Blondie.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brownie asks.

“Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

Brownie laughs and continues to jerk me off as Blondie arrives.

Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Blondie and Brownie start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Blondie is moving down Brownie’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Brownie grabs Blondie’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock.

Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

“Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls.

I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up.

“Sit on his cock,” Brownie says.

Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.   

Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch.  “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

“My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

“Grab my tits,” she says.

I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.

“Squeeze them,” she says.

Again I obey.

“Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.”

I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch. 

Blondie is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.

Brownie leads me to Blondie like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Blondie, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Blondie has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.

Brownie drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Blondie’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Brownie moves aside, leaving the way open for me.

I slide my cock into Blondie’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.

With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Brownie has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.

“Harder,” Brownie whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.

“Spread her ass,” Brownie says. “I want to see her gape.”

I do as instructed, spreading Blondie’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.

Blondie is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.

“That’s right,” Brownie says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”

I do as I’m told.

Blondie yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.

“That’s right,” Brownie says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”

Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Blondie’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Brownie continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.

“Fuck her harder,” Brownie says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.

“Harder.”

Thrust.

“Harder!”

Thrust.

“Harder!!”

And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on her,” Brownie says. “All over her back.”

And with Brownie egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Blondie’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.

And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Brownie comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Blondie’s back. I shake my head and watch as Brownie collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Blondie on her back and climbs until her face is above Blondie’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Blondie’s waiting mouth. Then Brownie they switch positions and Blondie returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Brownie’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Blondie’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.

Brownie and Blondie giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.

No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

 

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ROUGH & DIRTY

BROCK LANDERS

 

It wasn’t until the party was winding down that Kendra and Tony finally got a chance to hang out.

Despite being introduced to each other for the first time at the outset of the party, they’d been trading glances all night long. They’d only spoken for a couple minutes total, spread out throughout the evening, each spending most of their time with the friends they’d arrived with so as not to upset anyone. After all, it was supposed to be a party, not merely a hook-up fest, although this late in the night that was what it most resembled.

Luckily, opportunity had reared its wonderful head just after midnight, when by mere coincidence, both Tony’s and Kendra’s friends had all simultaneously wandered off somewhere else, leaving them both alone on opposite sides of the living room.

Kendra had seized the moment, immediately walking towards Tony, grabbing his hand, and leading him up the stairs without so much as a word of explanation. He went willingly, not sure what had spurred her sudden boldness but not wanting to ruin the moment by hesitating.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her ass as she walked in front of him. It was big and round but still firm and gorgeous and it worked feverishly behind her super-short, white cut-off jeans. Her legs were long and thin but not skinny, fit but not muscular. Her skin was tan, her hips were narrow, her midsection was flat, her arms were thin but toned. And even though he couldn’t see them right now, her tits were incredible. Huge and high and firm and totally natural, they had been practically falling out of her tight, zippered, blue and white striped blouse all night long. They were seared into his mind. In fact, all of her was. She had made quite an impression on him this evening. And apparently he’d made one on her too.  

It wasn’t until Kendra had led Tony into one of the upstairs rooms and closed then locked the door behind them that he opened his mouth.

“So what are we doing up here?” Tony asked, not wanting to seem like he was presuming too much.

“We’re going to get to know each other better,” Kendra said. “A lot better.”

“And how are we going to do that, exactly?” Tony asked, playing coy.

But Kendra didn’t buy it. She tilted her head and gave him sly look, one corner of her lips turned up in a smirk. “Oh, I think you know exactly how.”

Tony said, “Do I now?”

She nodded. “From what I understand, you’re quite gifted down below.”

“Where did you hear that?” Tony asked.

“Oh, you know,” she said. “Around. It’s not like you’re shy about flaunting it.”

Tony laughed under his breath, dropped his eyes, and shook his head. “I guess you’ve got me there.”

“My sources also tell me that you know how to use it.”

“Is that right?”

She flashed him a grin and nodded.

“Well, I’m not going to make any promises,” Tony said. “But I rarely hear any complaints. Except when I’m too big for a girl to handle.”

“I can assure you that’s not going to be the case with me,” Kendra said.

Tony shot her a skeptical look.

“What?” Kendra said. “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you think you can handle it,” Tony said. “But as to whether or not you actually can . . . well, we’ll just have to see.”

“Yes we will,” Kendra said. “But first, I want to see if you can handle these.”

She shook her long, blonde hair back and unzipped her blouse and shook it off, revealing her tits in all their beautiful glory.  

Tony took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Well, what do you think?” Kendra asked.

Tony answered by diving in and attaching his lips to one of her nipples. He started sucking on it like a greedy baby.

“Oh, I think he likes them,” Kendra said, giggling.

But she wasn’t giggling for long. Pretty soon she was groaning under her breath as Tony licked and sucked and played with her nipple until it became hard beneath his mouth. He moved onto the other one. It only took a short time for that one to get hard too.

“You’re good,” Kendra moaned. “Very good.”

She grabbed a handful of Tony’s hair and lifted his head, pulling his mouth from her nipple. It disengaged with a little pop that made her shiver in excitement. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in his mouth.

Their tongues explored the other’s tonsils for a little while before Kendra suddenly pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” Tony asked, giving her a confused look.

“Nothing,” she said. “Nothing at all. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.”

“It sure seems like we are,” Tony said. “Unless this is all just a big tease on your part.”

“Not at all,” she said. “In fact, it’s just the opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I have a little rule when it comes to this stuff,” Kendra said.

“What kind of rule?”

“It’s simple, actually,” she said. “I’m of the firm belief that life is too short to take things slow and easy. I like to move quickly and definitively. In other words, I like it fast and hard. And even a little rough around the edges. Are you okay with that?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tony said, flashing her wicked smile.

Kendra returned it without hesitation. “That’s what I like to hear.”

And with that, she ran her hand down towards his crotch and grabbed the bulge in his pants. “Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bit excited, are we?”

“Just a bit,” Tony said.

“Lucky for you, I know just how to take care of that particular problem,” Kendra said, staring at him with a little smile on her face. “In fact, people tell me I’m quite the expert.”

“I’m sure you are,” Tony said.

Bending over, Kendra worked Tony’s belt with urgency, pulling it off within seconds and yanking his pants downs around his ankles.

Before Tony even had a chance to catch his breath Kendra was down on her knees with his cock in her mouth, sucking and bobbing on it with reckless abandon. She didn’t even bother starting slowly; it was full bore right from the get-go.

Kendra’s hair flew everywhere as she worked Tony’s cock, her hands all over the place, from jerking his shaft while she sucked him off to cupping his balls to groping her tits to playing with her pussy.

Staring up at him, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and smacked it on her cheek a couple of times.

“You like the way I suck your cock, don’t you baby?” she said. Without waiting for an answer she went back to blowing him, even more aggressively this time.

Her hands flew around his waist and grabbed his buttcheeks, giving her some leverage as she took his cock deeper in her mouth. She pushed her head forward, taking his entire cock down her throat. She held it there for what seemed like an hour, her eyes looking up at him the entire time, her hands gripping his buttcheeks like a vise, before she quickly pulled her mouth off his cock. It escaped with a pop. His cock glistened in the light, soaking wet with her saliva.

“Holy fuck you have a huge cock,” she said, laughing loudly while she tried to catch her breath. “I could feel it tickling my tonsils. I mean, I’d heard it was big, but it’s one thing to hear about it and another to experience it.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” Tony asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Oh, I can handle it,” Kendra replied, smiling up at him. “I love ‘em big. As big as I can get.”

“Then it looks like you’re in for a treat.”

“You’re damn right I am,” she said, wrapping her lips around his cock once again. She took him part of the way down a couple of times then swallowed his entire cock whole once again.  

Tony decided to take a little control himself, grabbing Kendra by the back of the head and pushing her further into him and holding her there, her nose pressing up against his stomach while his cock was all the way down her throat.

About five seconds in she gagged, then coughed, then gagged again, but still he held her head in place. Her eyes were starting to water and her face was red but she still had too much energy to be in any real trouble. She tried to pull her head away but still Tony didn’t let go.

“You can take it,” he said. “Show me how good of a slut you are. Impress me.”

Kendra gagged again but stopped fighting.

“That’s a good girl,” he said as she gagged one more time. “Another three seconds and I’ll let you go. Three. Two. One.”

Tony released his hold on Kendra and her head went flying back. She gasped for breath as tears ran down her cheek and saliva dripped off her chin and onto her breasts.

“That was very impressive,” Tony said. “I wasn’t sure if you had it in you.”

“I told you I could handle it,” Kendra said.

“And you were right.”

Tony helped Kendra to her feet then hooked one arm under her legs and the other around her waist and hoisted her up. He carried her across the room towards the couch against the far wall while she giggled like a school girl.

Once they arrived at the couch Tony dropped her on top of the cushions so she was on her back, facing him. She had barely hit the cushions and he was already moving in on her, pulling her pants down, revealing black lace panties underneath. He yanked her panties to the side, exposing her shaved pussy, which was dripping wet. Without so much as pausing for a breath he jammed two fingers into her pussy and started banging her with vigor.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kendra said breathlessly.

“You like that, do you?” Tony said.

Kendra nodded enthusiastically.

“Then how about another?” he said, slipping a third finger inside her without missing a beat. “Do you like that even more?”

She nodded again and bit down on her bottom lip. She threw her legs back and hooked her arms underneath her knees, opening herself up to him. Loud, enthusiastic sounds escaped from her mouth.

Tony stuck another finger inside her, making it four, and proceeded to bang her with even more intensity, his entire hand practically disappearing inside her as he slammed her pussy.

Kendra bounced up against him, impaling herself on his hand. Her legs shook beneath her and she let out a loud scream as she came, her pussy drenching Tony’s hand with its juices.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy and jammed them into her mouth. She sucked on them enthusiastically, cleaning them off.

With his hand still in her mouth, Tony climbed towards her, sliding his legs up onto the couch and sticking his rock-hard cock into her waiting pussy.

Kendra groaned but the noise was muted by Tony’s hand, which was still in her mouth. Her eyes widened and her breath rate quickened. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and used his hands to hold her the underside of her thighs down, not allowing her to maneuver herself at all.

He worked her pussy with his entire shaft, slamming his cock into her balls-deep, from tip to base, moving it rapidly and forcefully against her, hammering her with his cock.

“Own it,” Kendra said, her voice low and full of need. “Own that fucking pussy. Makes it yours.”

Grunting, Tony tried to do just that, giving Kendra everything he had, his full 200 pound weight slamming down onto her well-stacked frame, her body quivering beneath him with every thrust.

“Holy shit it’s so fucking big!” she said. There were tears in her eyes but her excitement was clear. She was obviously enjoying herself immensely.

Tony was pummeling her but he wanted more. He shifted his hands from her thighs to her ankles, holding them up against the back of the couch, one on either side of her head, folding her in half. Pressing down on her legs he proceeded to pound her pussy, his cock sliding in and out of her like greased lightning, aided by her incredible wetness.

Kendra started to scream, heedless of who might hear them, causing Tony to pump her more aggressively, which just caused her to scream louder. He hammered her for another thirty seconds, then decided to switch things up.

He pulled his cock out of Kendra’s pussy then reached down and picked her up. She let out a little whoop of surprise as he spun her until she was upside-down on the couch with her feet draped over the back. Her head was hanging  upside-down, just off the cushions, the top of her head almost touching the floor.

Tony dropped to his knees and sidled up to her and stuck his cock in her open mouth. With his hands on her tits for leverage, he fucked her face, giving her his entire cock, slamming his cock into her mouth, his balls slapping up against her forehead at the end of every thrust.

Kendra was making gagging, sloppy sounds beneath him but wasn’t struggling to get away. In fact, she reached her hands around his waist and was gripping his ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pulling him towards her with every thrust.

“That’s right,” Tony said. “Take that cock. Take the whole fucking thing in your mouth.”

He slid one of his hands down her stomach and slipped three fingers into her pussy and started banging away while continuing to fuck her face. Kendra’s legs quivered and the sloppy, moaning sounds coming from her mouth got more intense.

Tony continued pumping her mouth, moving in and out at a regular, consistent pace, not to quick, not too slow. Then, after she’d gotten into the rhythm, he threw her off by holding his cock deep inside her mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him. He waited until she started to gag then pulled his cock back out. He gave her a couple seconds to catch her breath then stuck his cock back in and throat-fucked her some more.

The throat-fucking caused Kendra to produce buckets of saliva. It dripped down her face, got into her nose, covered her forehead, lodged in her hair. And Tony’s cock was a wet, sloppy, disgustingly awesome mess. He decided to put the natural lube to good use.

He climbed to his feet and straddled Kendra’s chest, his cock planted directly between her two huge, glorious tits, his ass directly above her face. His fingers were still planted firmly in her pussy.

“You want to fuck my tits, do you?” she said, her voice high and excited.

“Shut up and hold them in place,” Tony said, letting his enthusiasm get the best of him for the moment.

Kendra didn’t seem to mind. She did as she was told without hesitation, pressing her tits together so they engulfed Tony’s cock. He proceeded to pumps his hips, sending his cock sliding along the channel between her tits while she pressed them tight against it. He could feel her hot breath on his asshole.

Titty-fucking her felt great, too great in fact, as it was quickly bringing him to the point of no return. It was time to switch things around.

Tony pulled his fingers out of her pussy and stood back up, putting his feet on the floor, one leg on each side of Kendra’s head. His cock popped out from between her tits but he remained standing there, her head directly beneath his groin.

He reached out grabbed her ankles, one in each hand, and lifted them up, pulling her upper body further up on the couch until the back of her head was lying on the seat cushion instead of hanging off.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked, looking down at her.

Kendra nodded. Her eyes were gleaming, full of anticipation. “Are you?”

“Not as much as I’m going to be in a minute,” he said, adjusting his position until his ballsack was right above her mouth.

“Open up,” he said.

Kendra did as she was told.

Tony dropped his balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, he jerked himself off as she sucked on his balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

“Do you like that?” Tony asked. “Do you like having my balls in your mouth?”

Kendra said something that sounded like yes but it was hard to tell with her mouth so full.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he said.

Tony pulled his balls out of Kendra’s mouth and replaced them with his cock, shoving it down her throat and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling it back out and slipping his balls back into it again. He traded off like this a few times, mixing things up, keeping his sensation heightened.

After a while though, he’d had enough of the sucking and licking and playing around. He pulled his cock and balls out of Kendra’s mouth and stood up.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at him, her mouth turned up in a wicked little smile. “You didn’t like that?”

“Oh, I liked it,” Tony said. “But I’ve had enough screwing around. It’s time to get serious.”

“Does that mean you’re finally going to fuck me like you mean it?” Kendra asked, her eyes pools of need.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” Tony said.

“I can’t wait,” she said.

Tony picked Kendra up around the waist and spun her around so she was facing him, her ass on the couch and legs in the air. He grabbed ahold of her ankles, one in each hand, and pushed them forward, lifting up her bottom half to give him a better angle to work with. Holding her legs in place, he slipped his rock-hard cock into her soaking wet pussy.

Kendra groaned and took him all the way inside of her without any resistance.

Tony was way too far along to take things gentle, so he slammed into her with everything he had, giving her his cock from tip to balls with every thrust, holding it deep inside her for just a moment at the tail end of every thrust.

“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” Kendra said, her eyes locked on his. Her hands were playing with her tits, rubbing and squeezing her nipples as Tony fucked her. “I love having your huge cock inside of me.”

Inspired by Kendra’s talking, Tony grabbed a hold of her ankles and forced her legs back even further. She was practically folded in half, her legs lying on the couch, one on each side of her body. Holding her ankles in place against the rear cushion next to her head, he pounded her with everything he had, his body hammering down on her forcefully as his cock filled her up.

“Just like that,” Kendra said, her voice high-pitched and full of need. “Give it to me just like that. Fill me up with that huge cock of yours.”

She hooked her own arms around her legs, freeing Tony’s arms up. He shifted his legs, putting both feet up on the couch, giving himself even more leverage. With his hands gripping the back of the couch for support, he fucked her with reckless abandon, trying to break her in half.

Kendra’s screaming intensified, as did Tony’s groans. His face was just a few inches above hers, and he stared down at her while he hammered away at her pussy. She held his gaze, her eyes wide and excited.

“Hammer me with that huge cock of yours,” Kendra said. “Pummel me with it. I want to feel it in my stomach.”

So Tony did, reaching back into his energy reserves and giving Kendra everything he had. His cock slammed into her pussy, going balls deep every time, his hips pounding into her body, the tip of his cock pressing against the back wall of her vagina as she screamed and shimmied and shook beneath him, tears leaking out of her eyes, causing her mascara to run down her cheek.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Kendra said as her eyes rolled up into her sockets and she bit down on her bottom lip. 

Tony hammered away at her for another half a minute before deciding to mix things up one final time before it was too late. He climbed off of Kendra, reached down, and picked her up. Then he spun her around and dropped her on the couch, so her head was lying on the cushion, facing up towards the ceiling and her legs up in the air.

He climbed all the way up onto the couch and turned so he was facing her, the back of his legs touching the rear cushion. Then he pushed her legs down until her knees were pressed against the seat cushion, one on either side of her head. She wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place. Squatting, he guided his cock into her pussy.

Kendra yelped and followed that up with a deep, guttural moan as Tony gave her his entire cock in fast, aggressive pumps.

He grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping his body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

“Break my fucking pussy,” Kendra screamed. “Break it in half! Punish me! Treat me like the slut that I am!”

As Tony climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, he tapped into the last reserves of his energy, and pounded her with all the intensity he could muster. Kendra took everything he had to offer, screaming with pleasure the entire time.

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

“Come on my face, baby,” Kendra said. “Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

Tony couldn’t turn down a request like that, so he climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, he aimed his cock at her face and jerked himself off. A couple seconds later he shot his load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth.

As Tony stood there recovering, Kendra sat up and grabbed a hold of his cock and sucked on the tip pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

Looking up at him with her face covered in his sperm and a big smile on her lips, Kendra said, “See, I told you I could handle it.”

“You certainly did,” Tony said. “You certainly did.”

 

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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.


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