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KINKY EROTICA 80

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Rickie Sheen

Brock Landers

Dirk Rockwell

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 sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ROUGHER THAN EVER BY JT HOLLAND

DESTROYING THE SLUT BY RICKIE SHEEN

PUNISHING THE NEIGHBOR BY BROCK LANDERS

SHE LIKES IT ROUGH BY DIRK ROCKWELL

 

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ROUGHER THAN EVER

ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME FIVE

JT HOLLAND

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who? Jasmine?”

Tory nods.

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

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

“Is she upset?” Eric asks.

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

“Really?”

“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”

“Is that right?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whenever you are,” Tory replies.

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

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

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

“A little,” she says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

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

“Bring it on,” Tory says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

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

“Take your jacket off,” Eric says.

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

“Now your bra,” he says.

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

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

“Open your mouth,” Eric says.

She does.

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

“Bite down,” he says.

 Tory bites down on the leather.

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

Tory nods.

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

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

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

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

“Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Laughing, Eric lets his hand drop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As soon as she’s used to this new development, Eric switches it up again, this time pulling his hand from over her mouth and gripping her around the throat.

He proceeds to choke Tory while he bangs her with his fingers, tightening his grip with every passing second without letting up at all on her pussy.

Unable to breathe, Tory starts to fade quickly. Her face is growing red and her legs are starting to weaken. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are moving but just barely. Her eyelids are fluttering. But still her body reacts to his fingers: Her pussy is wetter than ever.

It isn’t until Tory’s eyes fall closed and her head starts to slump that Eric releases his hold on her throat.

Her chest heaves as her body once again draws air. Her face regains its color and her eyes reopen, wider—and filled with more excitement—than ever.

This brush with unconsciousness seems to stimulate Tory even more. She lets out a scream of pleasure as an orgasm overwhelms her body. Her pussy gushes juices, soaking Eric’s hand and dripping onto the carpet. Her return to the conscious world also appears to have heightened her sensitivity, as she suddenly tries to squirm out of Eric’s grip, twisting her lower body in an attempt to pull away from his fingers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, his smile widening as he shifts his body along with hers. He doesn’t have any trouble keeping her under control due to the constraints on her legs and arms.

Tory does manage to turn herself around, so that her back is now against the wall, but it doesn’t do her any good. Eric keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, even managing to continue banging her as she tries to escape.

Tory drops to the floor, her butt on the ground, but Eric moves along with her, finger-fucking her more aggressively now due to the increase in leverage he has over her.

Tears are streaming down Tory’s face as she begs him to stop. But her face paints a different picture than her words; it’s fixed in a mask of pleasure, ecstasy even, and the cries coming from her mouth are ones of enjoyment, not pain.

“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!”

“I thought you said you could handle anything,” Eric says, still not letting up in the least even though his forearm is starting to burn with the effort.

“Not this,” Tory says, her chest still heaving uncontrollably. It’s a wonder she can even form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too good.”

“Too good? I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Neither did I,” Tory says. “But it does.” She groans and shudders again as another orgasm passes through. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just please . . . I need a break. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll do anything?”

With her eyes opened wide with hope, Tory nods her head vigorously. “Anything. Without complaint.”

Eric stops banging her but keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy as he pretends to think about her offer. In reality he’s thinking about how curious it is that pleasure can works just as well as pain—if not better, in Tory’s case—when it comes to breaking someone. It’s something he’s never considered before. But it’s definitely something he’ll keep in mind for the future.

For now, however, there are more important issues at hand. Like continuing to impart his will upon Tory, for example.

 With their faces mere inches away, Eric offers a wicked smile, and says, “Sorry, but I’m having too much fun right now,” then goes back to slamming his four fingers inside her pussy.

Tory’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a low, long, visceral moan.

Laughing softly, loving the power he has over her, Eric bangs her for another thirty seconds or so before taking mercy on her and letting his fingers slide out of her pussy.

Eric barely gives her a chance to recover, however, before he’s back on his feet. Standing over Tory, he grabs her by the hair, lifting her up until she’s on her knees with her head directly in front of his groin. He unbuttons his waistband, drops his pants, grabs ahold of his rock-hard cock, and sticks it in her mouth.

Even with her hands tied between her back Tory has great oral skills. She swallows his cock greedily, going after it with vigor, moving her head forward and back quickly, her hair flying everywhere.

Eric lets her do all the work for a little while before taking control.

Grasping two handfuls of her hair he guides Tory’s head, giving her his cock in long, slow strokes, holding it in her throat for a couple of seconds at the end of each thrust before gradually drawing it back out.

After it clears her mouth he only gives her a moment to catch her breath before pushing his cock back in and going through the whole process again.

Tory seems to have no problem handling his cock, so he leaves it in her throat for progressively longer periods of time, until finally he decides to see just how much she can handle.

Still gripping two handfuls of her hair, Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth. This time he gives her a chance to fully recover before slipping it back in. He puts his hands on the back of Tory’s head and pushes on it until his cock disappears completely inside her mouth.

Once Tory is deepthroating him, Eric holds her head in place, not letting her move, her nose pressing against his stomach. There he holds her, his cock planted as deep in her throat as possible.

Ten seconds in, Tory gags and tries to pull away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eric says, not letting up one bit. Her body doesn’t believe it right now, but she’s not in any danger. She’s still has way too much energy to burn.

In fact, to show her that they’re not even close to being finished, he presses even harder on the back of her head, forcing his cock further down her throat.

Tory struggles some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still Eric holds her head in place. She gags again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that Eric can feel in his cock.

Tory is panicking now, her head shaking from side to side, her body shucking and jiving, her arms and legs straining, but because of her bonds she simply doesn’t have the leverage or the mobility to get away from Eric.

It isn’t until Tory’s protestations become weaker that Eric finally eases up on the pressure and lets go of her hair.

Her head snaps back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva is dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears are streaming down her face, making a mess of her makeup. She coughs and hacks and lets her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

But Eric doesn’t slow down one bit.

With his cock raging as hard as ever, he circles around Tory until he’s behind her, then forces her head down onto the carpet. He drops to his knees and nestles in behind her, then reaches under her hips and lifts them up so her body is like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.

Tory’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Eric likes her.

With his cock slick from Tory’s saliva, Eric slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Tory’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.

Tory utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.

But that changes quickly enough. As Eric continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Tory’s not a big talker, but Eric can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.

This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.

Eric lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.

Tory reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Tory’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Eric grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.

She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.

 “There you go,” Eric says as he pulls his hands off Tory and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."

Tory does as she’s told, bucking back against Eric so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.

“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

Eric’s arm slides up Tory’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.    

He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.

Tory yelps and stops backing into him.

“Don’t stop,” Eric says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Tory.

She starts up again, less aggressively than before.

“Harder,” Eric says as he smacks her once again.

Tory backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.

Eric smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”

She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.

“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.

Tory slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eric says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”

He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.

Eric uses his hands to spread Tory’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.

So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.

Tory gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Eric has found the sweet spot.

“You like that, do you?” Eric says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.

“I fucking love it,” Tory says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.

“Is that right?” Eric says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”

“Fuck yeah,” she says.

“Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Eric says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.

He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.

Then he sees something that will work perfectly.

Smiling, Eric reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.

He sticks two fingers into Tory’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.

Before Tory can protest, Eric slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.

Tory gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Eric slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.

He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.

“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Tory says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”

So Eric does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.

“God-dammit!” Tory says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Eric says, laughing under his breath.

She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.

Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Eric grabs ahold of Tory’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.

Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.

They continue making out, Eric’s hand switching over from one of her breasts to the other, always moving, always exploring, never staying in the same place for more than a second or two.

It doesn’t take him long to realize he’d rather have his cock in her mouth than his tongue, so he releases his hold on the wine bottle—leaving it firmly planted in Tory’s ass—and shifts his body until he’s once again directly in front of her. He stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and guides it into her waiting mouth.

A full minute later Eric is finally ready to fuck Tory’s ass. He figures it won’t last long but at this point it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t wait any longer.

Eric slides his cock out of Tory’s mouth and pushes her head down to the carpet. He walks around the back of her and pulls the wine bottle out of her asshole. It’s gaping more than ever, ready and waiting for his cock.

He slaps her ass a couple of times, then spreads his legs wide and squats down until his cock is hovering right above Tory’s ass.

Eric spits on his cock and slides it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it can go no further.

Tory gasps and utters a high-pitched yelp that turns into a full-on squeal as Eric starts pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything he has, his balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.

Pushing down on her shoulders, Eric lays into Tory with all his weight, pummeling her with reckless abandon as guttural growls escape from her throat.

Tory’s asshole is tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it’s a struggle to fuck it. She’s obviously well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take his cock with ease.

She can take a pounding too, barely even flinching as Eric hammers her ass with unbridled intensity. Whether he’s slapping her ass until it is bright red or pushing her head into the carpet she takes it like a champ.

He uses his hands to spread her asscheeks, giving him deeper access to her insides, and still Tory doesn’t complain. She just takes it like a true fuckslut, uttering nothing but sounds of pleasure as he owns her ass.

After a good five minutes of fucking her asshole from behind, Eric decides to mix things up. Even though he knows he doesn’t have much longer until he blows his load, that’s all right. He’s ready to finish up. His cock feels like it is going to burst out of its skin and his body is pining for release. But first he wants to get Tory in one last position. One that takes advantage of her assets more than doggy-style.

With this in mind, Eric stands up, pulling his cock out of Tory’s ass. He undoes the belt holding her arms together. He pulls her jeans the rest of the way off, releasing her legs. Then he flips her over.

Dropping to his knees, Eric spreads Tory’s legs and pushes them back towards her head, raising her hips and making her asshole more accessible.

Tory instinctively understands where he’s going and grabs her ankles, holding her legs open.

Eric rubs her cock over Tory’s pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then slips it into her asshole. He leans forward until his head is right above Tory’s and grasps her around the throat with both hands.

Staring down at her, their faces less than a foot apart, Eric looks right into Tory’s eyes as he fucks her ass and chokes her at the same time.

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

Tory nods and gasps for breath, her face turning red, and then going pale from the lack of oxygen.

Eric lets go of her throat with one of his hands and uses it slap her in the face, still fucking her ass all the while.

“What about that?” Eric asks. “Do you like that too?”

Tory nods again. Her eyes are gleaming with excitement.

Eric also likes it. Too much, in fact. He doesn’t have much longer at all until he comes. But what time he still has he’s going to make the most of.

He slaps Tory once more then returns his hand to her throat and starts squeezing.

It isn’t long before she’s begging for air once again.

This time, when Eric removes his hand he slaps her tits. First one, then the other. He gives her just enough time to catch her breath then starts choking her once more, his cock still moving in and out of her asshole.

When Tory runs out of breath once again, Eric lets go of her throat completely. He pumps her asshole one last time then pulls his cock out and scrambles up the length of her body. Pinning her legs back with his own, he slides his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck her ass juices off his cock.

She does so willingly, cleaning his cock with unfettered enthusiasm, licking it clean before taking it all the way down her throat, gagging and choking before he pulls it back out.

Eric grabs Tory’s ankles and holds them down on the floor, right next to her head, folding her in half, then slides his cock back into her asshole and immediately starts pounding the shit out of her, knowing that his time is very nearly up.

Tory’s breath is ragged and she’s grunting and groaning while he pummels her as aggressively as he has all night, taking himself right to the edge of orgasm.

And then he’s there.

Eric pulls his cock out of her asshole for the last time just before he’s about to cum.

Seasoned pro that she is, Tory knows exactly what to do.

Her hand flies down to Eric’s cock and jerks him to completion, releasing his seed all over her glorious tits, coating them in white. Five bursts in total, each weaker than the previous one, and then he’s done.

Eric climbs to his feet, makes his way over to the bed, and falls back onto it. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry. Now that he’s finished he’s really feeling the effects of the two and a half bottles of wine he drank earlier.

He watches as Tory climbs to her feet and gather her things and head towards the bathroom. Eric waits until she’s disappeared behind the door before he closes his eyes.

They are still closed a couple minutes later when he hears Tory finishing up in the bathroom. He lifts his head up but can’t do more than that.

When Tory comes out she looks like she did upon arriving, all dressed and made up again and looking none the worse for wear.

Eric envies her.

“Thanks,” he says as Tory heads for the door. “That was fun.”

“My pleasure,” she replies.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out the door.”

“Not at all,” Tory says. She seems like she’s in a hurry.

“Is everything okay?” Eric asks.

“Everything is fine,” she says as she reaches the door

Eric doesn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she says, opening the door. But before she steps out into the hallway, she turns back. “Actually, it’s not.”

“What’s the matter?” Eric asks, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she says. “Well, yes. Sort of.”

Eric flashes her a confused look. “I don’t understand.”

“Listen,” Tory says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done all this stuff with Jasmine. It’s not like you got out of line or anything. I guarantee she’s had a lot crazier shit done to her that what you did to me tonight.”

“You really think so?”

Tory gives him a little smile. “I know so. I’ve been there for some of it. Hell, I’ve done more extreme stuff to her myself.”

Eric laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know . . .”

“Trust me,” Tory says. “That girl is a bigger freak than I am. And that’s saying a lot. She’d enjoy a night like tonight. Especially with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she actually kind of likes you. More than girls like us are supposed to like the men we hook up with.”

“Yeah, right,” Eric says.

“I’m serious,” Tory says. “She talks about you all the time.”

“Really?”

Tory nods.

Eric isn’t sure if he actually believes her or not but can’t figure out why Tory would lie about something like this. Unless she just didn’t have a good time tonight and didn’t want him calling her again. Which was entirely possible, he supposes. Just not very probable.

“Well, I better get going,” Tory says. “I’ve probably already said too much.”

Eric wants to ask her a few more questions but he doesn’t want to seem desperate, and besides, she’s already closing the door behind her so he just lets it go.

He falls back onto the bed and tries not to think about the implications of Tory’s little confessional there at the end. Luckily for him the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system and the total exhaustion from the evening with Tory combine to send him into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. He will worry about Jasmine later. Right now it’s time to recover.

 

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DESTROYING THE SLUT

ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME TEN

RICKIE SHEEN


In general, I like some variety with my sexual encounters. Sometimes I want to be dominated, sometimes I want to be the one dominating, sometimes I want to be surprised, sometimes I’ve craving anal and so on. It changes based on my mood.

But at the same time my tastes are very specific. When I decide on a scenario, I want it a very specific way. And this evening I’m going to play out a fantasy of mine.

I think of it as the reluctant submissive.

Basically, I want to dominate a young lady, make her do exactly what I want her to do, exactly how I want her to do it. But I don’t want a passive submissive, someone who just gives in completely. I want a fighter, a girl with attitude, someone who’s going to make me take from her what I want. Or at least pretend to.

Of course, this sort of thing isn’t possible in the real world. Not unless you want to get yourself arrested. Which is exactly why I prefer escorts. All it takes is a few hundred bucks and a phone call and I can lay out the scenario in detail and get a girl that will fit my needs perfectly. This way, she knows exactly what she’s getting into. And even if she doesn’t necessarily enjoy it (although I much prefer getting the girls that do) she’s at least willing to do it and pretend like she’s enjoying it. And if she’s a good enough actress (and virtually all of them are, at least in the upper levels of the escort industry where I get my girls from) you never know the difference anyway.

It’s the best of both worlds, really. A sexual role-play but one that doesn’t come with any of the pre or post sex awkwardness that inevitably happens when you do it with a significant other. Both parties know exactly what they’re getting into and both parties are fine with the parameters. I get to live out a fantasy of mine and she gets to make a living and we all go home happy. Or at least satisfied. And in this uncertain world of ours, how often can you say something like that?

 

#

  

There’s an aggressive knock on my hotel room door and I head over and turn the handle without peeking through the eyehole. I’ve learned it’s better to get the first glimpse in the flesh, so to speak.

I’ve barely got the door open when she saunters in like she owns the place, with nothing more than a flip of her chin in my direction. She drops a small purse on the floor near the door and turns to face me, giving me the first full look at her.

She’s not too small of girl, about 5’6” and right around 125 pounds. Solid enough looking to take the pounding I had in mind. Long, sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, bright red lipstick on pouty, full lips. Her attitude is apparent, all the way from the slightly disdainful look on her face to the way she holds herself to the combination black leather jacket and shorts she’s wearing. Not to  mention the knee-high black leather boots on her feet.

In other words, perfect. Exactly what I was looking for.

“So are we gonna get this party started or what?” she says, looking right at me without any hint of embarrassment.

“You know what you’re getting into, right?”

 “Yeah, you hired me to push me around and make yourself feel like a big man. But you don’t want it to be too easy.”

“And you’re game for that?”

“I’m game for whatever you’ve got,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “It’s going to get a bit rough.”

She scoffs and glares at me sideways. “From you? I doubt it. You’re a pathetic little businessman and I do this sort of thing for a living. You won’t even be able to make me uncomfortable.”

“Is that what I look like to you?” I ask her as I undo my belt. “A middle management loser who has to hire women to get laid?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” she says.

I slip my belt off and fold it over and slap it on the palm of my hand while I talk. “So if I were to tell you that I own my own business and I’m worth a few million on a bad day and I hire women because I don’t like dealing with the emotions of a traditional relationship, what would you say to that?”

“I’d probably say you were full of shit.” There’s no fear in her eyes, just faux disdain poorly masking a deep undercurrent of excitement.

“Is that right?” I say as I loop the belt around her neck.

“That’s right,” she says, still maintaining her look of defiance.

I run the belt through the buckle and tighten it around her neck. Not so tight that she can’t breathe but not loosely either.

“Then I guess I’ll just let you go on believing what you want. After all, I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” I raise my hand holding the belt so it digs into her skin. She has to lift her chin to keep from choking. “As long as you do what you’re told.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll punish you.”

“What if I like to be punished?”

“Then I guess we’ll both be having fun,” I say, raising my hand higher.

This time, no amount of chin lifting will keep her from choking. I’m simply too tall and have too much leverage over her.

“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I ask.

She nods as much as her situation will allow.

“I want to hear it.”

“I’ll do what you tell me,” she manages to say.

“We’ll see about that,” I say, lowering my hand, loosening the pinch of the belt and allowing her to breathe. She does so in gasping breaths.

I reach out with my free hand and undo the zipper on her leather jacket. I have no intention of having her take it off, I just want easy access to her tits. Nevertheless, she starts to wiggle out of it.

I smack her in the face. Not very hard, just enough to get her attention. She looks at me with wide eyes that appear to be a combination of startled and angry. It’s hard to know for sure if she’s acting or not, but it doesn’t really matter. She knew what she was getting into. Nothing I do from here on in should surprise her too greatly.

“Did I tell you to take your jacket off?” I say.

She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering slightly but her eyes are defiant.

“Then why did you start to do it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“I’m not paying you to think,” I say. “I’m paying you to do what I tell you, nothing more. Got it?”

She nods.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s better,” I say.

My tone reflects disappointment but in reality I’m anything but. She’s acting exactly as I’d hoped she would. Defiant yet submissive at the same time. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or not but it’s definitely working for me. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the material of my pants. 

 I reach inside her jacket and fondle one of her tits. With her jacket on I hadn’t been able to get a good look. It’s not that big that’s all right; it’s perky as hell and perfectly proportioned. Which is good enough for me.

I grope her for a few seconds but don’t get much of an outward reaction. So I move my fingers to her nipple. I rub it between my fingertips to harden it up then give it a good hardy pinch.

She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t make a sound.

“Does that hurt?” I ask, my fingers still clamped on her nipple.

“A little.”

“Just a little?”

She nods.

I squeeze harder, twisting my hand while I do so.

She gasps and glares at me.

“What about that?” I say. “Does that hurt?”

She nods.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

She nods again.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

She nods for the third time.

So I do, pinching and twisting her nipple even more aggressively this time.

Her legs start to buckle and she makes a low moaning sound.

I release her nipple and move my hand over to the other one. I give it the same treatment and she reacts similarly. So far, so good.

“Turn around,” I say.

She does as she’s told.

I spin the belt so the buckle is pressing against the back of her neck and my hand holding it is behind her head.

I step closer to her, so my chest is touching her back and my head is right behind hers. With my free hand I reach down and undo the top button on her leather shorts. She’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand inside her shorts and slide a couple of fingers between her legs and start rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy.

“Do you like that?” I whisper into her ear.

She nods.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

I slip two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her.

“What about that?” I whisper. “Do you like that too?”

“Yes, sir.”

I pull on the belt with my other hand, tightening it, choking her as I’m fingering her.

“How about now?” I ask.

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes, sir,” she manages to croak out. Her face is quickly turning red.

I start fingering her more aggressively, causing her to search more deeply for the air that isn’t reaching her lungs.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask her.

She shakes her head.

“What?”

“No,” she says. Her breath is barely a whisper.

“No what?”

“No, sir.”

By now, I can’t really even hear her. It’s more like lip-reading. But she’s a trooper, that much is for sure. She doesn’t want to look like she’s tapping out. 

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods, not even bothering trying to talk anymore.

Her lips are slightly open and her eyelids are starting to flutter. Her chest is heaving with effort as I continue to finger her, overloading her senses with pure enjoyment while she suffers through not being able to breathe. A paradox that some people spend their lives searching for.

It isn’t until her head starts to slump to the side that I release my hold on her, relaxing the hold the belt has on her throat at the same time I slip my fingers from her pussy. Taking away the pleasure and the pain at the same time.

She takes a couple of deep, shuddering breaths and the color rushes back to her face. She turns her head towards me, glaring at me with a look that is part anger part excitement.

I reach up with my hand that was just inside her pussy and slip my still-wet fingers into her mouth. I jam them down her throat, causing her to gag. I fuck her mouth with my fingers for a few pumps then give her cheek a little smack.

Her glare turns harsher.

“You didn’t like that did you?”

She just looks at me, not sure how to answer, or if she even should.

“It’s okay,” I say. “You can tell me the truth.”

“No,” she says.

I smack her again, harder this time.

Her eyes narrow.

“What about that time? Did you like it?”

“Yes, sir,” she says but her tone suggests otherwise.

“That’s better,” I say, gripping her chin and turning her head back so it’s facing forward. I slip the belt off her neck and drop it to the floor. Then I grab a handful of her hair and walk her over to the full-sized mirror fixed against the wall on the far side of the room.

I spin her around so she’s facing the mirror and then press her body up against it. Now I can see her face while I fuck with her. And not only that but I can watch myself watching her. I’ve always been visual and this set-up helps greatly in that regard.

The first thing I do is pull her jacket off her chest, finally exposing her tits and flat, tan stomach. But I don’t pull the jacket all the way off. Instead I trap her arms inside the arms of the jacket then yank them backwards and give the jacket a little twist, essentially handcuffing her arms behind her back and giving me complete control of both her arms with just one of my hands.  

Holding her arms behind her with one hand, I give her tit a smack with the other, slapping down on it with some real force. The sound fills the room like a gunshot. She flinches and lets out a little shriek. I slap the other. Again she shrieks and flinches. I smack them again, first one, then the other. And again. And again, until both her tits are red.

She’s breathing hard by this point. I don’t know if it’s from excitement or pain or both. And to be honest I don’t really care. I’m having too fun.  A point which is being hammered home by my cock, which is pressing so hard against my pants that it feels like I’m going to poke a hole clean through them.

I decide it’s time to give my cock a little taste. Not the full course; more like an appetizer. So I run my hand down the exposed center of her body until I’ve got ahold of her shorts. I slip them down to her thighs, revealing her tight little ass to me but not giving her legs any freedom of movement.

Still holding her arms behind her, I unzip my pants with my other hand and slip my rock-hard cock out through the gap. Then I grab ahold of my cock and smack it against her ass a couple of times.

My plan is to fuck her from behind while she’s standing facing the mirror but I quickly realize it’s not going to work. She’s simply too short for me to get my cock inside her pussy with both of us standing. So I go with plan B.

“Turn around and get on your knees,” I say, putting my hand on her shoulder and giving it a little downward nudge.

She glares at me in the mirror and shrugs my hand off her shoulder but spins and drops down into position on her own without any audible protest. Her arms are still trapped behind her back by the jacket, leaving her pretty much at my mercy.

“Is this what you want?” she says.

I nod.

“Say it,” she says, her mouth turned up in a little smirk.

I chuckle under my breath. “Still a little feisty, I see.”

“That’s the kind of girl you paid for, right? One that’s not just going to let you walk all over her without at least pretending to fight back.”

“It is indeed,” I say. And it is. My cock is as stiff enough to pound nails.

“You’re pathetic,” she says. “You know that, right? I mean, what have you done to me so far? Nothing, really. Throw me around the room, boss me around, slap me around a bit, that’s about it. Certainly nothing sexual, not really. And look at you. You’re hard as fuck. You’ll probably blow your load before you even get your cock in my mouth.”

“Let’s find out,” I say. “Open up.”

She forms an O with her mouth. Her red lipstick is beckoning me, begging for my cock. So I give it to her, slamming it into her mouth, pushing it all the way in, balls deep, until the tip of my cock is tickling her throat and her nose is pressing up against my stomach.

My hands are on the back of her head, holding her in place, but she doesn’t even try to pull away. She just stays there, deepthroating me as if it’s nothing, not even gagging or coughing for a full six seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, daring me, taunting me, trying to make me be the one that breaks the hold.

At right about ten seconds I realize she’s going to be right. Sure, I got my cock in her mouth before blowing my load, but if I don’t pull out now I’m going to bust my nut down her throat after barely having got my cock inside one of her holes.

So I pull off before it’s too late, backing away quickly, sliding my cock out of her mouth.

She coughs and takes a moment to catch her breath, then shoots me a knowing little grin. “What was that, ten seconds and you were ready to cum? Just like I said. Pathetic old man.”

“We’ll see about that,” I say, an evil smile lighting up my face. “Open up.”

“You want to try again, huh? Be my guest.”

She opens her mouth and stares up at me, daring me.

I know from experience that hammering a girls mouth with my cock lessens the sensation, allowing me to go on for far longer than before without any danger of cumming. With this in mind, I again grab ahold of her hair and stick my cock in her mouth. But this time, instead of forcing her to immediately deep throat me, I start aggressively pumping her open mouth, slamming my cock in and out of it, giving her the entire shaft, from tip of my head to base of my balls.

At first she takes it like a champ, without so much as a flinch or a sound, but as the unrelenting face-fucking continues, not allowing her even a moment of respite, she starts to lose her cool.

It starts with a gag about fifteen seconds in, then another deeper one shortly after that. Tears start leaking out of her eyes and down her cheeks. Saliva is pouring out of her mouth and down her chin, some of it ending up on the carpet and some of it on her chest, which is heaving. Guttural choking sounds are coming from her throat. Her eyes are wide, not panicked but definitely stressed. Her arms are straining against the jacket, which is still holding them in place behind her back.

I slam my cock into her mouth one last time and hold it in her throat for a few seconds. A deep gagging, nearly choking sound escapes from her throat and her entire body shudders.

I hold her head in place for another couple of seconds before finally pulling my cock out her mouth, giving her a chance to breathe.

“You’re not talking any shit now, are you?” I say as she catches her breath in deep, gasping lurches. Once she recovers I yank back on her hair, pulling her head back, turning her face to the ceiling. “How pathetic am I now? Huh?”

“Not as pathetic,” she says. “But I’m still not impressed.”


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