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KINKY EROTICA 81

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

JT Holland

Scotty Diggler

Jordan Parker

Michael Scott Taylor

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

HAMMERED FROM BEHIND BY JT HOLLAND

INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN FILTHY BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

DOUBLE THE PLEASURE BY JORDAN PARKER

THE ULTIMATE SLUT BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR

 

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HAMMERED FROM BEHIND

THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME ONE

JT HOLLAND


First of all, right off the bat, you need to know something about me.

I’m a dirty little slut.

I’m not shy about it, not guilty or embarrassed to say it, not trying to hide it or pretend that I’m something I’m not.

The bottom line is: I like to get fucked. In the mouth, in the pussy, in the ass, double penetration, air-tight; if you can name it chances are I’ve tried it at least once. And probably enjoyed it.

No position is out of bounds, no deed too dirty, no act too depraved. Small dicks, huge cocks, white men, black men and every shade in between. Double-teams, triple-teams, gangbangs, orgies, old men, young men, other women. The list is endless.

That being said, there are certain things I like doing more than others. Or, more accurately, certain men I like doing more than others. I spent many years experimenting, trying out different guys, wading through an ocean of average partners to find the occasional diamond in the rough that I could come back to over and over and over again. I’ve got a list of them right here in my phone, filed under fake names and coded numbers, with a couple brief reminders on what they like.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I won’t pick a random guy up off the street and take him into public bathroom and give him a blow job anymore, it’s just that I don’t do it nearly as often as I used to. Now that I’m approaching my mid-20’s I don’t like to take a chance of being disappointed except for when I’m feeling particularly adventurous. Life is just too short for average sex.

So that’s me in a nutshell. You can’t say you haven’t been warned.


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Today I’m going to get fucked by Travis.

Travis is an interesting guy. A mid-level vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Travis is an animal in bed when the conditions are right.

The trick with Travis is to make him believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him, which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all, if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know that.

That’s why men always come back to me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.


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I arrive at his hotel room at just after 9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much easier. Especially with Travis.

“Nice to see you again,” he says, polite as always.

But I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.

His cock is curled up inside of his pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in and slide it free.

Right now it’s hard but not completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than halfway down.

“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s fucking good.”

Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.

I gather up all the saliva in my mouth and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”

He nods, still a little shy. Even with the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.

I slide a little further down beneath him and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”

“Yeah.”

A little more forceful that time, which is good. Time to keep pushing. He’ll get there soon enough.

With my hand still working his cock, I take his balls in my mouth. First one, then the other, then both together. I gargle them for a bit, alternating the pressure, then pop them both out of my mouth.

“How about that? You like that too?”

“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice gathering up even more steam.

Almost there now. I let go of his cock but leave it lying across the length of my face, just to the side of my nose. I go back to working his balls, attacking them with even more fervor than before, sucking them, licking them, running my tongue along the back of them and up his taint, pretty much making it impossible for him to leave his cock alone, unattended. For if there’s one constant in the universe it’s this: no man’s cock can go unattended while someone is working on his balls. If you’re not jerking it for him, it’s just a matter of time until he starts doing it himself. And once Travis has control of his cock, it’s all over. He’ll use it however I tell him to.

A few more seconds of working his sack and then it’s done. He starts jerking himself off. Bingo. Travis is no longer a passive participant. He’s in control. Even if he doesn’t yet realize it.

“Slap me with it,” I say in between licks as I look up at him. “Slap my face with your fucking cock.”

He does as I’ve asked, of course. But much too softly.

“Harder,” I say, still working on his balls. “I can take it.”

His cock slaps up against my cheek. Harder, but still not hard enough. Time to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” I say. “I thought you were a real man.”

And that’s all it takes.

A flash of annoyance on his face and the next thing I know he’s slapping my face with his cock hard enough to sting just a bit, his right hand controlling his cock and his left hand with a handful of my hair, controlling my head.

Now this is the Travis I know and love. “That’s right, just like that,” I say. “Take control of me, Travis. Take control.” Implicitly giving him free reign to do whatever he wants.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a firm grip still on my hair, he spins me around, shoves me back up against the wall and sticks his cock in my mouth, halfway down, holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls it back out.

 With his hands on the top of my head, holding me in place, he fucks my face, his hips moving back and forth, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag and gurgle and gasp for breath.

“Is that what you want?” he says, his cock still working my mouth. “You want me to fuck your pretty little face with my cock?”

Looking up at him, I nod as best I can with his cock still in my mouth. My eyes are wide, my eyebrows raised, begging for more, inviting him to keep doing what he’s doing.

He takes the invitation and runs with it, shoving his cock further down into my throat, forcing me to deepthroat him, then holding it there, my nose pressing up against his belly, my tongue darting out underneath his cock to lick his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles before pulling his cock out.

I gasp for breath but keep smiling and looking up at him.

He bends down until our heads are at the same level. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you,” he says.

“The dirtiest,” I say.

“Prove it,” he says.

“Tell me how.”

“Play with yourself,” he says. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself.”

I do as I’m told, sticking two fingers inside myself and moving them back and forth.

“Deeper,” he says. “As far as they’ll go.”

I stick my fingers deeper inside my pussy, past the second knuckle. My breathing rate increases and I bite my bottom lip to help alleviate the pressure.

“Another finger,” he says.

I oblige him, a sharp gasp coming from my mouth as I slip it in there.

“Now hold them there while I fuck your face,” Travis says.

He climbs to his feet and sticks his cock in my mouth. He again fucks my face, his hands right back on top of my head, controlling it, keeping it in place up against the wall.

The pressure is building up inside me, a combination of my fingers deep inside my pussy and the lack of air getting to my brain from Travis fucking my face without remorse. I’m breathing heavier now, just barely able to take in enough breath, but that’s okay because I’m right at the edge of cumming.

I pull my fingers from my pussy and start rubbing my clit, faster and faster, keeping time with Travis as he slams his cock into my mouth, bringing myself closer and closer and closer to orgasm. And then I’m there, my body shaking and shimmying as I cum, Travis sensing the moment too and taking the opportunity to shove his cock deeper into my throat and hold it there right at the perfect moment, forcing me to struggle for breath, causing my orgasm to be that much more powerful.

He pulls his cock out at the perfect time, right before I start to panic. I gasp for air and smile up at him, my body still recovering. But he doesn’t let up.

He grabs ahold of my hair and lifts. “Come on. Up, on your feet.”

I scramble up, my 4-inch fuck me pumps still only bringing my head up to his chin. He turns me around so my face is against the wall and my ass is facing him. Then he drops to his knees and hikes my dress up over my hips and shoves my panties to the side. Spreading my ass with his hands, he sticks his face between my cheeks and goes to work on my pussy.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” I say, mostly because I know how much Travis likes to hear me talk. He’s one of those guys that likes his women to be vocal, constantly providing him reinforcement that he’s doing the right thing. So I oblige him, talking more than usual between my very real moans of pleasure. He’s not great at eating pussy, but it’ll do. It’s hard to fuck things up too bad when you’re down there.

He starts slapping my ass, lightly at first, as if testing the waters. Not that he has to—he’s done that sort of thing before and I’ve never objected—but that was just his nature. Always waiting for positive reinforcement before taking the next step. So I give it to him.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

So he does.

I groan. “That’s right. Do it again. Like you mean it.”

He does, slapping my ass with both hands now, the smacking sound mixing with his heavy breathing and my moans of pleasure to create a strangely addicting cacophony. The unmistakable sounds of sex.

And then he climbs to his feet. Leaning in towards me, his hard cock pressing up against my back, his mouth next to my ear, he says, “Are you ready for my cock?”

Biting my bottom lip, I turn my head so I’m facing him and nod.

“Say it,” he says as he reaches around, grabs one of my tits and squeezes. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to fuck with me it,” I say, telling him what he needs to hear. “I want you to stick it in my pussy and slam it into me. I want you to treat me like a dirty little slut.”

“If you insist,” Travis says, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He grabs ahold of his cock and guides it inside my pussy, giving me just the tip for a moment before sticking it all the way inside. I’m so wet that it slides in without a hint of resistance.

He starts off slow but I’m too far along for that, so I slam my ass back against him, once, twice, three times, nearly knocking him off-balance.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he says good-naturedly. “All right then.”

He grabs ahold of my waist and starts pumping me crazily, his hips slamming up against my ass, jarring me, my whole body feeling the effects of his body hammering against mine, his grunts filling up the room.

I straighten my legs out, muscles taut, sticking my ass further up into the air. I put my palms against the wall to balance myself and give me a little more leverage. “Oh yeah,” I scream as another orgasm peeks it head around the corner.  “Right there. That’s the spot. Give it to me. Give it to me! Yes, yes, yes!”

My talking just causes him to up the intensity even further, which is exactly the point. A few seconds later and I’m cumming again, this time even more violently than the first, juices gushing out of me, making my pussy even wetter. Travis doesn’t even slow down, just powering right through and not letting up at all.

I look back at him, wanting to watch him as he fucks me. The look on his face is pure intensity. Gone is the trepidation from earlier. He’s totally flipped. No more mister nice guy. Now he was Travis the animal. The fuck machine. Just what I was looking for. My work was done here. It was time to sit back and enjoy the ride.  

And what a ride it is. Still hammering into me with no end in sight, already two orgasms in, he drags me down to the floor and forces me to my hands and knees. Sidling up behind me, he slips his cock into me and fucks me from behind, doggy-style, his hands spreading my ass, holding it open for his viewing pleasure, then working their way up to my shoulders and finally my hair as he grabs ahold and pulls, lifting my head up and back, towards him, forcing me to arch my back, giving him deeper access to my pussy. He’s slamming into me, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my yelps of pleasure slightly exaggerated for his consumption.

Then, with his cock still inside me, he lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.

His hands push down on the back of my head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.

I’m too far gone right now even for words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Travis fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.  

But Travis still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.

Sometime later, Travis pulls out, climbs to his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but that’s okay. I know Travis likes it and I’ve already had my fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow him to get off, to make him happy.

He straddles me, his big, muscular body looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy. Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me. He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide, opening up my pussy to accept his cock.

His leg muscles working hard, he drives his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face, clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

“Do it, do it, just like that,” I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Travis. Give it to me. Make me pay, Travis. Make me pay.”

I can tell from his reaction that this line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and I’m going to help him get there.

“Punish me,” I say. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Travis. Punish me!”

He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath. I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s gonna cum.

“Cum on my face, Travis,” I say. “I want you to cum on my face.”  

Again, not my favorite thing in the world, but I know that’s what Travis wants, what he’s waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.

He pumps his cock into me a few more times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further, his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything to make Travis happy.

And happy he is, smiling and laughing like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock, taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Holy shit,” he says, shaking his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re one hell of a fuck, Missy.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Travis.”

Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

“What do you say we take a shower and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say.

Because there’s no such thing as too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.


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INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN FILTHY

THE ADVENTURES OF A SLUT MAGNET: VOLUME TWO

SCOTTY DIGGLER



It always makes me laugh when someone thinks they can tell the freakiness of a woman based solely on her looks. Don’t get me wrong, there are some women that advertise their sluttiness loud and clear, with tattoos everywhere and skimpy outfits. But there are plenty of other sluts out there too, hiding behind a cute face and a conservative outfit, just waiting to be found out.

In my experience, (which is pretty damn extensive, by the way) these “closet sluts” seem to end up being even freakier and more perverted than their more obvious counterparts. I’m not sure if it’s true or not, perhaps there is some level of expectations being exceeded that comes into play, but for some reason, when the cute little blonde with an innocent face and wide eyes wearing a virginal white dress turns out to be a slut, she ends up being more perverted than usual.

Take Cindy, for example.

She was browsing the fiction aisle at a bookstore when I saw her, taking her time, looking at crime novels. After picking up the book I came in for, I wandered over towards her, attracted, as I always was, by something about her. It wasn’t anything I could put my finger on, nothing conscious, but I’d always had a nose for sluts and had learned to trust me instincts. They rarely led me astray.

And they certainly didn’t in this case.

After a few innocent comments about what we liked to read and what we could recommend to each other, we started getting a little more personal. Before long we were discussing issues that were wholly inappropriate for the aisles of a bookstore in the middle of the afternoon.

After a good ten minutes of hanging out, Cindy asked me if I wanted to come over to her place for a cup of coffee. I, of course, accepted. So we paid for our books and I followed her home.

Once we were there she didn’t waste any time on particulars. Immediately after we entered her apartment, Cindy closed the door behind us, then slipped her dress off, right there in the living room. I wasn’t shocked to see that she didn’t have a bra on underneath, but I was a little surprised that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“They just get in the way,” she said when I asked her about it.

I laughed and shook my head. I’d known that underneath the innocent façade she was a slut, but I hadn’t realized how big of one. This was going to be even better than I’d thought.

Cindy had a pretty good body, nothing spectacular but certainly nothing to scoff at. Pale skin, small but perky tits, a pretty flat stomach, nice legs. Not exactly a sexy woman, but cute as a button, and from the looks of things absolutely no shame whatsoever, which was by far the most important thing as far as I was concerned.

“Do you like what you see?” Cindy asked, spinning her body around, giving me a good look at her cute little butt.

“You’re fucking incredible,” I said as I undid my zipper and pulled my cock out. It wasn’t rock hard yet but it was quickly getting there. “What about you? Do you like what you see?”

“Very much so,” Cindy said. “Although I’m not gonna lie. It’s bigger than I was expecting.”

I wasn’t surprised. It was something I heard a lot. While not ridiculously huge, my cock was a good 7 inches fully hard, and proportionally it looked even bigger due to my thin frame. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Oh, I know I can handle it.”

“Prove it,” I said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Cindy said, dropping to her knees. She wrapped one hand around my shaft, then opened her mouth and slid my cock inside. She worked the tip of my cock with her mouth while stroking my shaft with her hand, quickly bringing me to full attention.

“You’re pretty good at that,” I said.

“I’m more than pretty good,” Cindy replied, pulling my cock out of her mouth and smacking it against her cheek before once again wrapping her lips around it.

I shuddered slightly as she effortlessly took my cock halfway down and began to bob her head forward and back, taking me further and further inside her mouth until she was swallowing the entire thing.

Cindy worked my cock in long, deep strokes, making it disappear and reappear with regularity, expertly maintaining a medium pace while exerting the perfect amount of pressure to provide intense stimulation without making it unbearable.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Cindy let my cock slide from her mouth. She gathered up the leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and then used her hands to work it in, jerking me off two-handed while she looked up at me.

“Before we go any further,” she said. “I have to warn you about something.”

“What’s that?” I asked, even though I knew what she was going to say. I was a slut magnet, after all. I’d had this conversation more than a few times.

“You’ve probably figured this out by now, but I like getting a little crazy in the sack,” she said. “I’m not one for just regular, boring old sex.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that,” I said, trying not to smile.

“Is that okay with you?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I can deal with it,” I said, my smile breaking through.

“Yeah, I kind of got the feeling you would,” Cindy said, matching my grin, continuing to jerk me off all the while. “That’s why I brought you back here in the first place. You looked like you weren’t afraid to get a little freaky.”

“Not at all,” I said. “The way I figure it, there’s no reason not to. After all, you only live once. Might as well get the most out of life.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Cindy said. “So let’s have some fun.”

And with that, she spun me around so my back was to her and put her hands on my ass.

“Bend over,” she said.

After I did as I was told, Cindy spread my ass cheeks apart and started licking my asshole, going to town on it without any hesitation whatsoever.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath.

Reaching around, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. With her other hand she enclosed my balls and massaged them, rolling them around in her hands, squeezing them together, pulling down on them. Then she stuck her rigid tongue inside my asshole and started bouncing her face back and forth against my ass, forcing her tongue deeper inside me with every thrust.

My eyes were closed and my hands were gripping the back of the couch tightly enough to leave marks in the cushions. It felt incredible having her tongue in my ass. Not only the physical tingling sensation that ran up my spine, but the sheer filthiness of what she was doing, not to mention the energy she poured into it. I’d had my asshole licked before, but never with such verve and vigor. It was obvious that Cindy truly enjoyed it.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cindy pulled away. But even as disappointment racked my body, she was already onto something else. She grabbed ahold of my cock and yanked it backwards, so it was facing the wrong way, sticking out behind me, right underneath my asshole. In this position the pressure was intensified; right on the edge of pleasure and pain. Which only served to turn me on even further, especially when Cindy proceeded to take the entirety of my cock in her mouth, all the way down to my balls. She held my cock in her throat for a couple of seconds, the pressure building the whole time, before finally slipping it out of her mouth with a cough and a gag.

She let go of my cock, allowing it to return to its natural position. Then she said gave me a slap on the ass and said, “Turn around. I want you to fuck my face.”

I spun to see Cindy on her knees, looking up at me with her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Gripping the back of her head with my hands, I proceeded to fuck Cindy’s face, my shaft sliding between her lips as I pumped her mouth, my hips moving faster and faster, my balls slapping up against her chin as I slammed my cock deeper and deeper inside her throat.

“Look at me,” I said, and she did, her eyes as wide as a puppy dog’s. This turned me on even further and I started pumping her even more aggressively.

Cindy grabbed her tits, squeezing them and groping them as I continued to fuck her face. She gave them a couple of hearty slaps, the sound echoing about the room, louder even than the gagging and gurgling coming from her mouth. Then her hands slid further down, between her legs, and she went to work on her pussy, rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself with the other while continuing to make eye contact with me the entire time.

“You’re such a little fuckslut,” I said, mostly to myself, but she somehow managed to nod her head without missing a beat. Laughing softly, marveling at her abilities, I decided to press things a little further, test her out even more.

I pumped her mouth a couple more times then slammed my cock deep into her throat, as far as it would go. Pressing on the back of her head, forcing her into me, I could feel her nose pushing against the bottom of my stomach as she effortlessly deepthroated me. I held her there for a full eight seconds before she pushed back against my hand.

I let her go and her head flew backwards, releasing my cock from her mouth. She took a couple of deep breaths, gathered up a bunch of saliva, spit on my cock and started jerking me off.

After she’d caught her breath, Cindy once again wrapped her bright red lips around the head of my cock while continuing to work my shaft with her hand.

A few seconds later she grabbed ahold of my ballsack and pulled it forward, smashing my balls up against my cock. Holding my sack in place about halfway down my shaft, she widened her mouth and started moving it forward, engulfing more and more of my cock as she went, until she came to my sack. She then opened her mouth even further and pushed forward some more, engulfing my cock and balls at the same time.

Cindy somehow managed to hold everything in her mouth for almost five seconds before letting it all go.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said after she’d recovered. “How the hell did you do that?”

“Lots and lots of practice,” she said, sporting an evil grin.

“Well consider me impressed,” I said

“Do you want me to do again?”

“No, no, no,” I said.

She gave me a strange look.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said quickly. “I loved it. In fact, I loved everything you just did. But I need to take a little break. Get myself back under control, if you know what I mean.”

“Fair enough,” Cindy said.

“Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“I’m not gonna argue with that,” she said, smiling.

“I didn’t think you would,” I said as I pulled her to her feet, picked her up, slung her over my shoulder and carried her over to the couch. Once there, I tossed her atop it.

Standing over her, I flipped her over, putting her on her back. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide, then pushed back, folding her in half and opening up her pussy to me.

She hooked her arms around her legs, holding them in place, her ankles up by her head, her leg muscles taut and gleaming. “Is this how you want me?” Cindy asked, taunting me with her high-pitched, mock-innocent little girl voice. “Folded up like a human pretzel? Lying here with my holes exposed, open and waiting for you to fill them?”

“You’re damn right,” I said. “The wider, the better.”

She ran her hands down and grabbed ahold of her inner thighs and spread them further, opening herself up even more to me. “Like this?”

“That’s perfect,” I said, dropping to me knees. “Absolutely perfect.”

Smiling, I buried my face in her pussy and went to work, licking her shaved, pretty little pussy a couple times before sliding my tongue deep inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels incredible,” Cindy said breathlessly. She reached down and grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled my head towards her, smashing my face against her flesh. “That’s a good boy. Get that tongue in there. I want to feel it in my stomach.”

She held me there, smothering me with her inner flesh, forcing me to find precious air wherever I could—usually from somewhere inside of her—for a good fifteen seconds before finally releasing me.

As I gasped for breath, she just laughed and said, “Oh, poor little baby. Was that too much for you to handle?”

“Not even close,” I said, flashing her a brief smile.

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy replied. “Because that was just the beginning.”

She released her legs and leaned forward then climbed off the couch, pushing me down to the floor as she rose. I was on my back, my spine against the carpet with my face looking straight up towards the ceiling.

A moment later my view was blocked by her body, which was standing above me, one foot on either side of my head, straddling me, her dripping wet pussy staring down at me.

I shifted my head slightly, looking up the length of her body, past her tits to her cute little face. Upon it I saw a wicked smile and eyes that shone with a combination of excitement and malevolence.

And then she was squatting down, her legs bending further and further and her pussy getting closer and closer to my face until she was sitting upon it, her wet pussy gaping wide as it attached itself to my mouth like it had a mind of it’s own.

Cindy dropped her full weight on my face, smothering me with her pussy. She just sat there for a few seconds, unmoving, her flesh completely engulfing my nose and mouth.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still talking innocently. “Do you like me sitting on your face, cutting off all your air?”

I nodded as best I could. Looking up the length of her body I could see her face staring down at me, grinning widely.

“Good,” she said. “Because I like it too. I might just sit here the rest of the night.” Reaching down with both hands, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and lifted my head, smashing my face even further against her pussy and making it so I could no longer see her face.

“Stick that tongue out,” she said, her tone sounding less and less innocent with every word. “I want to feel it inside of me.”

So I did, forcing it as far as I could into her pussy, tasting her sweet, tangy insides.

“That’s right,” she said, starting to slowly move forward and back, riding my tongue. “Keep your tongue right there while I fuck it with my pussy.”

Cindy released my hair, allowing my head to drop back down the floor and providing some support for my neck. And I needed it too, as her bucking grew progressively more intense.

She moved forward and back, faster and faster, my rigid tongue running up and down the length of her pussy with every pump.

“Holy fuck yes,” Cindy said, her groans growing louder. She grabbed ahold of my hands and leaned forward, stretching my arms out above my head. She pinned my wrists against the floor, incapacitating my arms and giving herself total control, then started riding me even harder, grinding atop me, her body moving faster than ever and her groans reaching a fevered pitch.

Cindy let out a guttural growl and then drenched my face with her pussy juices as she squirted all over me in a rollicking, extended orgasm. She continued grinding away as she came, forcing my tongue deeper inside her, cutting off all my air for a few seconds while she finished herself off.

Once she was done, she climbed off my face, scooting her body down mine until she was sitting astride my waist, her butt pushing back against my hard cock. Bending forward, she stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick her pussy juices off my face. After she’d finished cleaning me up, she stuck her tongue in my mouth and we explored each others tonsils for a while.

“Thanks for that,” she said after breaking off the kiss.

“It was my pleasure,” I said, flashing her a smile.

“I don’t know about that,” she said. “But it was certainly fun.”

“I love that sort of thing.”

“Really?” she said. “You don’t just tolerate it?”

“Hell no,” I said. “It turns me on like crazy. Can’t you tell?”

She backed her ass up against my hard cock, tilting it backwards a bit. “You certainly feel like you liked it. Most guys will do it, but only reluctantly.”

“Not me. I totally dig it.”

“That’s good to hear,” Cindy said. “Because I love it too.”

“Feel free to sit on my face whenever you want,” I said.

“You really mean that?”

“Absolutely.”

“Because I’ll take you up on it,” she said.

“I hope you will.”

“Oh I totally will,” Cindy said as she reached back and grabbed my cock. “But right now I have something else in mind.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, playing dumb. “And what’s that?”

“I want to put that big hard cock of yours into my pussy and ride you until the sun comes up.”

“I don’t know if I can last that long,” I said, stifling a smile. “But I’m certainly willing to try.”

Grinning back at me, Cindy smacked my cock against her asscheek a couple of times then slid it into her dripping wet pussy. She took a moment to fling her hair to the side, getting it out of her face, then started moving against me, staring directly down at me the whole time.

She started off slowly, taking my cock balls deep inside her pussy in long, steady strokes. After half a minute, she picked up the tempo, shifting her arms so her hands were pressing down on my chest, giving her more leverage, then hammering her body down onto mine, impaling herself on my cock.

Cindy was bucking like a madwoman, using her arms to lift her body completely off mine before pounding down onto my cock. Her hair was flying everywhere, her tits bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm and her mouth releasing deep groans at the bottom of every thrust.

I couldn’t stand being a non-active participant any longer, so I ran my hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts, pushing up on them while she continued riding me.

On a whim, I gave one of her tits a light smack.

Cindy yelped then nodded her head.

“You like that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer based on her reaction.

She nodded again, more vehemently this time. So I smacked her other tit, a little bit harder.

Cindy’s breathing rate increased significantly and she started bouncing even harder on my cock, bottoming out on me with all her weight, driving my cock deep inside her pussy.

I gave her tits a couple more light slaps, then cupped them again, squeezing them tight this time while I pressed them upwards.

Cindy rose up until she was sitting straight up, then tilted her chin towards the ceiling and arched her back, changing up the angle of penetration but continuing to hammer her body down onto mine.

I slid my hands down her body and reached around to grab her ass, one hand on each cheek, then spread them wide and started lifting my hips up to meet her as she came down with every thrust. This allowed even me to penetrate her pussy even deeper than before, to the point that it felt like she was engulfing my entire member. The sensation was almost too much for me to handle, forcing me to switch things up, and quickly, lest I came too quickly.

Grabbing Cindy around the waist, I shifted my weight and climbed to my feet, keeping my cock inside her the entire time. She uttered a surprised little giggle but wasted no time wrapping her legs around my waist and started to grind on my cock while I held onto her tightly.

I pressed my lips against hers and we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues while continuing to fuck standing up. But Cindy was getting so crazy on my cock that I was starting to lose my balance. So I angled my body until I was facing the couch and then fell forward, dropping her back to the cushions as I fell atop her, letting gravity drive my cock so far inside her that it felt like it was going to come out the other side.

Cindy let out a scream that was part delight and part discomfort, but recovered without missing a beat, bucking her body forward and back from beneath me. Her energy hadn’t waned one bit, which on one hand was great, but on the other, not so great. The whole point of switching things up was to give myself a chance to recover before she took me over the edge. And for that to happen, I needed to have more control over the situation.

With that in mind, I grabbed her legs, one hand under each of her knees, and pushed her legs back, folding her in half and taking away her leverage. Now it was my turn to take control, to move forward at a pace that would keep me from coming too soon.

Shifting my hands up her legs until I was gripping Cindy’s ankles, I held her legs in place, folded back, her feet up next to her head. Leaning forward, I put my knees against the couch cushion just outside her ass and proceeded to pump her pussy with my cock.

I fucked Cindy at my own pace, constantly varying the depth and speed to keep her on her toes and also to avoid getting into a constant rhythm, which allowed me to stay short of my impending orgasm.

But the slow pace was bugging Cindy. She wanted hard and fast, and she let me know it.

“Come on,” she said. “Give it to me like you mean it. Like I need it. Pound that fucking pussy with your cock.”

Despite my misgivings, I found myself doing exactly what she’d asked, increasing the speed and intensity until I was hammering away at her pussy while she moaned and groaned and cursed under her breath in pure pleasure.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, staring down at her pretty face, our eyes locked together while I slammed my cock into her hard enough to make her entire body quiver. “Is this how you like it?”

Her eyes wide and her breath ragged, Cindy nodded.

“Tell me how much you like it,” I said. “I want to hear your voice while I’m fucking you.”

“I love it,” she said between gasping breaths. “I fucking love it when you pound my pussy.”

“More,” I said. “Keep talking.”

“I want you to give me everything you have,” she said. “I want you to break me in fucking half!”

The need in her voice combined with the physical sensation of hammering away at Cindy quite nearly took me over the edge. I had to switch things up again, and quickly, before it was too late. 

After slamming my cock balls deep into Cindy and holding it there for a few seconds while she squirmed beneath me, I knew I only had a couple seconds before I was going to shoot my load. And I didn’t want that. Not yet. So I stood up, letting my cock slip out of her pussy.

Cindy laughed.

“Oh you think that’s funny, do you?” I asked, smiling back at her.

“I think it’s hilarious,” she said.

“You like pushing men to the edge, doesn’t it?”

“You’re damn right I do,” she said. “It’s fun to watch to you squirm as you try not to cum.”

“And of course, you don’t have that problem,” I said. “Because you can cum as many times as you want without being finished.”

“Exactly,” Cindy said, her grin wide and genuine.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

She raised her eyebrows and nodded her head. Yeah, she knew exactly what she was doing. I figured it was time to make her squirm a bit, to let her know what it felt like to be the one at the mercy of someone else.

 Without another word, I climbed onto the couch until my feet were on the cushions, one on either side of Cindy’s body, my cock right in front of her face as I towered over her.

Using my body to keep her legs folded over and trapped against her side, I squatted down and slid my cock into Cindy’s mouth. Staring down at her, I fucked her face, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pumping her five times before holding it in place, deep in her throat, while she remained helpless beneath me, her arms and legs trapped by my positioning atop her.

“How does that feel?” I asked mockingly. “How does it feel to be helpless beneath me while I ravage you with my cock?”

Cindy answered my question with a cough and a gag but I didn’t let up. “Take it,” I said. “Choke on my fucking cock.” I reached down and pinched her nose shut, effectively cutting off all her air.

Still trapped helplessly beneath me and with no recourse whatsoever, Cindy’s face started turning red. Her eyes were wide and filled with distress and she started to shake her head back and forth as much as her position would allow, doing everything she could to get away.

“It’s not so funny, now, is it?” I said, staring down at her while she continued to hack and cough. It wasn’t until her eyelids started to flutter that I pulled my cock out and climbed down off the couch.

Cindy gasped aloud and coughed, trying desperately to catch her breath but remained smiling the whole time. And her eyes were more excited than ever.

“You actually liked that, didn’t you,” I said as I stood over her, looking down at her sexy little body and laughing in amazement under my breath.

Cindy nodded vehemently. “I fucking loved it,” she said after she’d caught her breath.

“You truly are a dirty little fuckslut, aren’t you?”

Smiling widely, she nodded again.

“Then let’s give you what you want,” I said, picking her up and flipping her over, putting her in the doggy position, her knees on the couch and her arms draped over the back of the couch. Her little ass was facing me, tempting me, her pussy at the perfect height for me to stick my cock into it while standing on the floor.

I pushed her legs together until her thighs were touching, then stepped forward and sidled up to her, my cock lying on top of her pale little ass.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

She turned to look back at me and nodded her head. “Give it to me,” she said. “Give me that huge cock of yours.”

So I did, grabbing ahold of my cock and smacking it against her ass a couple of times before sliding it into her pussy.

With my hands gripping her hips for balance, I slammed my cock in and out of Cindy’s pussy, giving it to her hard and fast right from the beginning. She was into it too, bucking her ass back opposite my pumps so our bodies were coming towards each other before hammering together with a wet slap.

We were in perfect rhythm, working together for maximum penetration as if we’d been fuck buddies for years instead of this being our first time together. I’d rarely experienced immediate chemistry like this before. We were perfectly compatible in bed, completely in synch with each other.

I was so confident that we were on the same wavelength that I pulled my hand back and slapped her on the ass without any warning. The room echoed with the sound of flesh upon flesh.

Cindy let out and excited little yelp and started breathing a little more quickly.

“You liked that, did you?” I asked, even though I knew the answer before I had even smacked her. But that didn’t mean I didn’t want to hear her say it.

“I fucking loved it,” she said. “Do it again,” she added, her voice full of desperation.

So I did, smacking her in the ass once again while continuing to pound away at her from behind.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said as I spanked her repeatedly, fucking her all the while. “Slap my ass harder. I’ve been a bad girl and I need to get punished.”

I slapped the same ass cheek until it was bright red, then moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Once they were both the same color I switched things up. I stopped smacking her ass and grabbed a hold of her hair and gave it a strong tug, forcing her to arch her back and lift her chin towards the ceiling to alleviate the pressure.

“Fuck yeah!” she said, practically screaming the words. “Pull my fucking hair! Jus like that. Just like that!” Seeing her so excited amped up my energy level even higher, allowing me to hammer away more aggressively at her.

My body slammed into hers, causing her ass to ripple and her body to shimmy every time our flesh made contact. Her groans had turned into high-pitched wordless screams of joy.

It wasn’t long before her entire body froze up for a moment, then released in a enormous wave of movement, causing her to shimmy and shake uncontrollably as an orgasm passed through her.

Once she’d settled down, I releases my hold on her hair and let her relax for a moment. Keeping my cock inside her pussy but no longer moving against her, I leaned forward, resting my chin atop her shoulder so I could whisper into her ear.

“You truly are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“The dirtiest,” she said, turning her head to look back at me. “I want you to ravage me. Do whatever you want. I’m your little fuck toy.”

“Whatever I want, huh?”

“Anything,” she said. “Anything at all.”

“Okay,” I said. “But I don’t want to hear any complaints later.”

“Never,” Cindy replied.

So with this in mind, I leaned back to regain my balance and started again moving my cock in and out of her pussy, starting slow but quickly gaining speed until I was once again pummeling her.

“Just like that,” she said, groaning the words between deep, desperate breaths. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

Still fucking Cindy doggy-style, filling up her pussy with my cock, I stuck my thumb in my mouth to get it lubed up a bit, then slid it into her asshole without any warning.

Cindy let out a surprised little yelp and started to rise up but I held her down, pressing her face to the cushions.

“Take it,” I said, holding her head in place with my forearm. “Just lie there and take it.”

I forced my thump deeper inside her asshole, causing her to squirm and groan louder. “I said take it,” I growled, fucking her pussy with even more aggression. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”

And she did, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid making noise as I forced my thumb deeper into her asshole, working it around in circles inside her as I continued fucking her from behind, hammering away relentlessly, our bodies slamming together, filling the room with the sounds and smells of sex.

In a perfect world, I would have pulled my thumb out of her ass and replaced it with my cock, but unfortunately I was too far along to even consider it. I was mere seconds away from cumming already. Fucking her asshole would just have to wait until the next time we hooked up.

I yanked my thumb out of her asshole and grabbed ahold of her hips with both hands to control her body for the final few pumps before I came. Pulling her back towards me, I ravaged her pussy more aggressively than I had all night, hammering away at her with everything I had while she screamed and groaned and bucked, her hair flying everywhere, her shoulder blades showing, her skin glistening with sweat.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, giving her fair warning. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

The words had barely left my mouth when Cindy shifted her body to the side, letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then she flipped over on the couch so she was sitting on it proper, her head right in front of my hard cock.

Without so much as a word, she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and started to suck while simultaneously jerking me off with her right hand and squeezing my balls with her left. She was going to town on my cock, jerking me off as aggressively as I jerked myself off, which was something no other girl had ever done before. Most girls acted like they were afraid of breaking something, of injuring me. But not Cindy. She clearly understood how much a body could take. 

And she just as clearly enjoyed what she was doing right now. Her eyes were wide with joy and turned up towards mine, holding my gaze, looking directly at me as she finished me off.

“Come on baby,” Cindy said, popping her mouth off my cock for just a moment. “Give me that fucking cum. I want it all over my face. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

I let out a low groan and bit down on my bottom lip. I was trying to hold out for as long as possible, trying to make the moment last forever, but it was impossible. Cindy wasn’t letting up at all.

So I finally gave up to the inevitable. Cursing under my breath, I tensed up for a moment, then allowed my body to release. My balls tightened, launching a thick stream of white cum all over her face. Then another one. And another. And another.

Cindy opened parted her lips to take the final couple spurts inside her mouth. They were smaller than the others, but still packed a punch, leaving a little reservoir of cum in her mouth.


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