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KINKY EROTICA 82

4 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Dirk Rockwell

JT Holland

Brock Landers

Rickie Sheen

Copyright 2018 by 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, femdom, lesbians, threesomes, pegging and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PERVERTED REQUESTS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

DOUBLE THE FUN BY JT HOLLAND

DOMINATED BY MY PERVERTED GIRLFRIEND BY BROCK LANDERS

BANGING HER ASS BY RICKIE SHEEN

 

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PERVERTED REQUESTS

FILTHY VEGAS WEEKEND: VOLUME TWO

DIRK ROCKWELL

 

It always makes laugh whenever anyone is uncomfortable when the subject of sex comes up.

Sex is a natural part of our lives, something we can’t live without, at least not happily. Especially when it’s between two people that care about each other, regardless of whether or not they’re married. And it should be celebrated, not frowned upon.

It took me a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Christian household, where sex was demonized from as early as I can remember thinking about it. Sex is evil, it’s dirty, it’s a sin against God, you can’t talk about it, you can’t think about it, if you play with yourself you’ll go blind, all that shit. I was petrified of it. And embarrassed. Feeling guilty about jerking off, about looking at nude pictures, even about getting a boner.

Even in college, after I realized just how ridiculous and backwards that sort of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, like taking charge of a sexual situation, or being willing to push the boundaries in the bedroom without were all but lost on me. That deep-rooted guilt just didn’t allow me to do certain things.

And then Nikki came along for the second time. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards getting more comfortable, not only in bed itself, but outside of it too. Talking about sex, discussing our wants and desires openly instead of trying to drag it out of each other like most couples.

 It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do those kinds of things. It embarrassed me; I wasn’t really all that comfortable in the bedroom and certainly not discussing sex outside of it. Even once I got over my doubts and got into the swing of things, that strange combination of guilt and embarrassment would inevitably rear its ugly head. I was always worried that the sexual component  was somehow  going to cause problems the next morning, or down the road somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to be open about sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

 

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Dinner was incredible. We didn’t mess around with any salads or crap like that; we went straight for the main course. Steaks. New York Strip for me and Filet Mignon for Nikki. Plus chocolate sin cake for dessert. Not to mention two more bottles of wine while we ate. By the time we were done eating we were getting funny looks from the other diners. But we didn’t care. Not one bit. We were drunk and aching to get back to the room and if the tables near us overheard what we saying to each other, so what? It wasn’t our fault they weren’t comfortable enough with sex to hear it discussed by a couple of strangers.

Walking through the casino was a blast. Upon leaving the restaurant we’d decided to see how much we could get away with before security got involved. As it turned out, in Vegas, you can get away with almost anything short of fucking right there in the middle of the casino.

During our time across the floor we made out, groped each other, talked aloud about what we were going to do to each other once back in the room, fondled each other’s private parts and generally made a spectacle of ourselves without getting in trouble. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few dirty looks and some thinly-veiled comments but nothing serious.

The elevator was quite an adventure too. We were the only ones inside, so I stuck the key card into the slot and pressed the button for the 47th floor. Nikki was all over me the moment the door closed, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator and sticking her tongue in my mouth while she rubbed my cock, which was pressing painfully against the thin material of my pants and had been for some time.

“Good old Viagra,” she said. “It just doesn’t quit, does it?”

“I think it has more to do with you than the Viagra.”

Smiling, she dropped to her knees.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I said.

“No, but I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Nikki said as she unzipped my pants with practiced ease, reached in and slipped my cock out.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Nikki took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to blow me while I watched the numbers above the elevator door rise into the mid 20’s. I looked down to watch her work when suddenly the elevator slowed down. I snapped my head up, saw that we were still in the 30’s, and quickly pulled Nikki to her feet. I turned her around and pulled her in close so her lower half was pressing up against my cock, hiding it from view as the elevator came to a stop on floor 35.

Nikki’s hair was mussed up and there was a little bit of saliva on her chin but she didn’t care. In fact, I knew she got off on this sort of thing. It was probably the reason why she’d gone down on me in the first place, just hoping that something like this would happen.

A little bell dinged and the doors opened, revealing a balding, middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a bucket of ice in his hands. He saw us and immediately understood what was going on. He hesitated a moment then stepped into the elevator, his face already starting to turn red. He pressed the button for the 36th floor and shot us an embarrassed look as the doors closed.

“The ice machine was broken on my floor,” he said sheepishly. He was holding the bucket of ice directly in front of his groin, no doubt to hide the swiftly growing tent.

“Don’t you hate that?” Nikki said, smiling broadly at looking right at him.

The man nodded and looked down at the floor. I just stared straight ahead, looking at Nikki in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying not to burst out laughing. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a wink.

The elevator rose one floor, dinged and stopped again. The doors opened and the man hustled out into the hallway without another word.

We were laughing uncontrollably before the doors even closed behind him. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and the elevator started moving again.

“So do you have anything special you want me to do to you tonight?” I asked as the elevator rose towards our floor.

“Are you taking requests?”

“If you’ve got any.”

“Oh, I’ve got a couple things in mind.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, you know that thing you do with your fingers?”

“Of course.”

“I want you to do that until I’m begging you to stop,” Nikki said, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “And then I want you to keep on doing it, and keep on doing it, and keep on doing it until I’m going to fucking explode.” She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. “And then I want you to do it some more.”

Just thinking about it made my throat dry up. “Anything else?” I managed.

“Yeah. But let’s just start with that one for now. I’ll tell you the other things as we go along.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you?” she asked as the elevator came to a stop on our floor.

“Just one,” I said as the doors opened and we made our way down the hall towards our room.

“That’s it?”

I nodded.

“Well,” Nikki said, glancing over at me. “Are you going to spit it out or leave me guessing?”

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

Nikki tilted her head and gave me a curious look. Which is exactly what I expected. And with good reason. She’d sat on my face a couple times but it was always something she’d initiated. I’d never asked for it before. And even though it wasn’t normally my favorite thing in the world I was craving it at that moment, and not only because she enjoyed it so much.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“I’m positive,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your pussy so I can’t breathe. I want to be helpless beneath you. I want you to make me suffer. I want you to own me.”

She giggled excitedly and stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed my hand and started jogging down the hall towards our room.

“Come on,” she said, dragging me along. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to jump you right here in the hall.”

“So who gets to go first?” Nikki asked as I stuck the keycard into the door.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

We entered the room and I shut the door behind us.

“Are you sure you don’t care either way?” she said.

“Not at all,” I said as we made our way towards the couch. “What do you want?”

“I’ll show you what I want,” Nikki said, giving me a little shove that knocked me back onto the couch. Just like that, her face flipped; no longer was she the excited, playful girl she’d been the whole night. Now she was Nikki the man-killer, fierce and angry and in-charge. Just the way I wanted her. At least for a little while.

She hitched her dress up, revealing a luscious bit of leg above her thigh-high stockings, and straddled me. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she said. “Because I’m not going to have any mercy on you. I’m going to take what I want without giving you a second thought.”

“I’m positive,” I said, literally shivering with excitement. “I want you to do your worst.”

“If you insist,” Nikki said almost apologetically. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flipped my shirt over itself a couple of times and tightened it up then wrapped it around my throat and used it to choke me. “Now, you are going to do exactly as I say, right?”

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“That’s a good boy.”

Nikki released the shirt and threw it to the ground. She grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly ran her fingertips down my face with the other. “You pretend like you’re such a big, tough guy, but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

She slapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting.

“We know that you’re just like all the other boys,” she said. “Insecure. Pathetic. Weak.”

She slapped me again, harder this time.

Nikki’s no waif; she stands right around 5’9” and weighs a solid 140 pounds, mostly muscle. She’s a former college athlete who works out at least 5 times a week. All of which is a long way of saying that she can do some damage when she puts her mind to it. And this was one of those times.

But despite the pain, I smiled. I just couldn’t help myself. This was just too much fun. Exactly what I’d be hoping for. She had a way of knowing what I wanted. It was one of her many gifts.

“Oh you think this is funny, do you?” Nikki said, yanking on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to her.

“No,” I said. “Just exciting.”

“Exciting, huh? So you enjoying being treated like shit?”

“Only by you.”

She glared at me. “That better not be sarcasm.”

“It’s not.”

“Uh-huh,” Nikki said as she climbed off me. She was standing in front of me, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. “Well, we’ll just see how much you enjoy being degraded. Slide down the couch until you’re sitting on the floor with your head on the couch.”

I did as I was told, sliding in-between her legs so she was standing over me, one leg on either side of my body and her hands on her hips. My ass was on the carpet, my back up against the front of the couch and my head lying on the cushion. Just looking up at her from down here made my dick ache with excitement. I automatically started playing with myself to relieve some of the pressure.

She kicked my arm away with the tip of her pumps.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No.”

“That’s right,” Nikki said. “I didn’t. Hands at your sides, mister.” She undid the back of her dress and let it slide off her body, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties, black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me pumps.

Nikki was a ridiculously gorgeous woman no matter what she was wearing but the severity and simplicity of the outfit was positively stunning. And the angle in which I was taking her in was almost too much for me to handle. It took all I had to keep my hands by my sides.

“Are you ready for this pussy?” she said, sliding her hand down her stomach and into her panties and starting to rub.

I nodded.

“Yeah, you think you’re ready,” Nikki said as she pulled her panties off and stepped forward. She put one knee up on the couch, alongside my head, then brought the other one up so her pussy was hovering right above my face. “But we’re about to see if you really are.”

And then she dropped her pussy right onto my face.

She just sat there, unmoving, smothering my face with her pussy, forcing me to breathe in her essence if I wanted to take any breath at all. And so I did, finding just enough nourishment to keep my lungs filled, the time stretching out like warm taffy until it was meaningless, my entire world consisting of nothing but Nikki’s fragrant wetness.

Some time later Nikki raised up just a bit, just barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before dropping down onto my face again. But this time she didn’t sit still. She rode me like I was a horse, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my face, from my chin to my nose, varying the pressure slightly depending on her whims, making me sloppy with her juices.

“Stick your tongue out,” she said.

Of course I obliged her immediately.

“That’s better,” Nikki said, her movements becoming more focused, less frenzied, as she tried to find the perfect spot for my tongue to go. And then she did. “There it is,” she moaned, leaning forward a bit to free up her hands, which she used to spread her pussy even further, allowing my tongue to penetrate her deeper.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, working her pussy relentlessly, using my tongue to give her what she needed. “It turns out you’re good for something after all.”

My right hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, taking care of that particular irrational need. If there’s a man out there who can leave his hard dick alone for an extended time when it’s not being serviced by someone else I’d like to meet him and learn the trick. I just can’t do it. At least, not for very long.

I was stroking myself when Nikki started bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, her ass cheeks slapping against my face, her moans growing more and more frenzied and guttural, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she bounced and bounced and bounced endlessly. And then she was no longer bouncing but grinding, digging her snatch into my face, owning me, dominating me, using me strictly for her pleasure, her moans turning even more intense until she let out a single cry and sat down on top of me and stayed there, smothering me, her body quivering, her legs squeezing my head until it felt like it was going to pop.

Finally Nikki rose up, allowing me to breath, which I did in large gulps while smiling up the length of her body at her lovely face. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had started to run and her face was red from exertion but her smile was wide and genuine.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.

“Better,” I replied.

“Oh, I doubt that,” she said, laughing. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes please.”

“If you insist,” she said, pretending to be disappointed. “But this time I’m going to pay a little attention to your beautiful cock, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I said.

Nikki grabbed one of the throw pillows and slid off the couch. She set the pillow down on the carpet next to my head and tapped me on the shoulders. I slid my head down from the couch so my whole body was lying on the floor, face up, my head on the pillow. Nikki spun around so she was facing away from me then once again sat on my face.

Nikki was more gentle this time, providing enough pressure to satisfy her need without smothering me, not forcing the issue, allowing me a little room to roam with my tongue. Plus she had started playing with my cock, which excited me even more, and in turn provided me with more incentive to return the favor.

I went to town on her pussy, licking and tonguing and sucking on it, tasting her musty sweetness, seeing how much noise I could get her to make. And she made quite a bit, mostly wordless moans of pleasure punctuated with the occasional gasp of breath when I did something out of the ordinary, like dig in a little deeper or spend a little time licking her asshole.

It wasn’t long before she was bent over and sucking my cock while I ate her out, both of us varying the speed and pressure, using what we were doing to the other person to relay our own needs. When I wanted her to blow me faster I worked my tongue more quickly. When I wanted it deeper, I stuck my tongue deeper inside her. And she did the same thing. Pretty soon we were both going after each other with an intensity just short of madness, Nikki slobbering all over my cock as she took it all the way down her throat, me attacking her pussy with reckless abandon, licking and sucking her silky smoothness, getting her juices all over my face, and both of us loving every second of it.

“Enough of this shit,” Nikki said, pulling herself up and spinning around so she was facing me, her legs on each side of my body. “I need your cock inside me.”

She squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it into her pussy, gasping slightly as it slipped in. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine, she started slowly moving up and down on my cock, expertly taking it in her pussy from tip to base, her perfect, gorgeous body hovering above me. Her body control was ridiculous; she moved with grace despite the awkwardness of her position, balanced only by her hands on my chest and her feet on the floor. The only evidence of effort was reflected in her rippling leg muscles as she moved up and down.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” she said. “You like that? You like it when I slam my pussy into you?”

“I fucking love it.”

She took her hands off my chest and put them on the ground behind her so she was leaning back, which allowed her to move even faster. Pretty soon she was bouncing on my cock, her ass slapping against my groin as she drove her pussy down, down, down into me. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, punctuating her perfect rack and flat stomach and revealing the hollow of her neck, which for some unknown reason had always turned me on like crazy.

I grabbed ahold of her ass and held it in place slightly above me and started thrusting my hips upward, giving her a little break and myself a chance to take control. I was slamming into her, my cock ramming up into her pussy, my hips bouncing off her ass, grunting with the effort while she screamed in pleasure.

And then Nikki was dropping to her knees and riding me like a proper cowgirl, her slim body bouncing up and down, my hands on her tits, grasping and squeezing and pinching her nipples as she transitioned into grinding atop me, moving forward and backward, then side to side, taking my cock with her wherever her pussy went. I slapped her tits a couple of times then slid my hands down her body and past her hips and grabbed ahold of her asscheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up even further, allowing me deeper access to her.

This always excited the hell out of her and tonight was no exception. An inarticulate mumble came from her mouth and then she leaned forward and began bouncing harder and harder, driving her body down onto mine, her hair flying everywhere, masking her face as she pummeled me as though trying to jackhammer me into the floor for good.

The pounding I was taking was starting to make my back sore so I started lifting my hips right as our bodies came together to lessen some of the pressure, which ended up allowing for even deeper penetration and elicited another round of squealing from Nikki. Our bodies slammed together a few more times before she came down on me one last time and held it there, her body shaking and her breath catching in her throat as she had another orgasm. Number Two on the session. Not that I was keeping count or anything.

Nikki climbed off me and slid her body backwards so she could lick her juices off my cock. After cleaning it off with her tongue she took it in her mouth, blowing me and jerking me off while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Getting a blowjob immediately after a hardcore pound session was always an incredible feeling. A much different sensation than getting one before fucking. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t at the moment I wasn’t very concerned about the reasons. All I know is that it felt extremely good. Too good, in fact. Nikki had me right on the verge of cumming but I didn’t want to go there. Not yet. I wanted to fuck her some more first.

So I fought off the nearly insurmountable ingrained desire to spread my seed and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head off my cock. It was my turn to take control.

Maintaining my hold on Nikki’s hair, I stood up and led her over to the wall-sized window looking over the neon-lit playground of the Vegas Strip. Once there I pressed her body against the glass so she was facing the Strip. Her palms were pressed on the window above her head and her ass was to me, her heels bringing up right up to the same level as my cock.

“You like the view?” I said as I reached around with my free hand and started playing with her pussy.

“Yes.”

I went after her snatch a little more aggressively. “Do you want me fuck you from behind while you’re looking at it?”

“Yes,” she said between deep breaths.

“Beg for it,” I said, slipping my fingers deeper inside her.

“Please fuck me,” Nikki said, her face turned sideways to the glass so she could look back at me. Her voice dripped with need, playing up her part to make me happy. “Please stick that hard cock inside of me and pound me with it.”

Listening to her talk like that made me shiver in delight. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth.

“You like that don’t you,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You like tasting yourself.”

Nikki nodded, her mouth too full to talk. I shoved my fingers further into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She coughed but didn’t gag; she never did. I let her lick my fingers clean before pulling them back out. Then I moved my hand down to my cock to help guide it into her pussy.

Nikki gasped as I entered her. “That feels so fucking good,” she said. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. I want to feel every inch of it inside me.”

And so fuck her I did, giving it to her in long, slow strokes while I alternated between looking down at the her ass, up at her face and out over the Vegas Strip. All three of the views were spectacular, each for different reasons. I explored her body with my hands while I fucked her, from her butt to her hips to her tits to her neck before finally settling on her hair. I grasped it with both hands and gave a yank, pulling her head towards me, arching her back, accentuating her perfect curves even further.

I started picking up speed, moving my hips more and more quickly while she bucked her ass up against my hips, my grunts and her groans growing ever louder while we both worked our bodies against each other. We were in a perfect rhythm based on hundreds of hours of experience together, her ass slamming into me just as I reached the tip of my thrust, my cock going into her pussy balls deep every time, heightening the sensation.

We went on like this for a couple more minutes, me growing ever closer to climax with every pump but trying desperately to hold it off for as long as possible. Fucking Nikki simply felt too good to end it any sooner than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately the time came when I could no longer hold out. I pulled my cock out of Nikki’s pussy, spun her around and pushed her down until she was squatting on the floor. With my hands on her head, holding her in place against the window, I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of those red, perfect lips, her eyes looking up at me, wide and full of need.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, giving Nikki enough time to switch things up if she didn’t want me spewing in her mouth. But she make no move to pull away, giving me implicit permission to do whatever I wanted.

So I did, pumping her mouth a few more times before giving her one last warning with a quick, “shit, shit, shit,” under my breath before I exploded, coating her mouth with my cum and sending it shooting down her throat.

Nikki didn’t even flinch, taking my sperm with aplomb, continuing even to work my cock with her mouth after I’d was finished shooting my seed, blowing me until it gave me the shivers.

I backed away, laughing, while Nikki looked up at me with satisfaction painted in her eyes after having got the best of me at the tail end of the session. I helped her to her feet and then picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I set her down sideways, so she was laying lengthwise, then started back towards the kitchen area.

“You want some more wine?” I asked.

“I’d love some,” she replied. “And some water too.”

“My pleasure.”

I grabbed a bottle of wine I’d opened earlier to let breathe—Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap—plus two glasses and two bottles of water. I handed one of the water bottles to Nikki and drained one myself, then poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, sliding beneath her legs so they were laying on top of me.

“So how was it?” I asked as I undid her heels and let them drop to the floor. Now Nikki had nothing but her stockings on, which I didn’t plan on removing.

“It was great,” she replied.

“Any complaints?”

“None whatsoever,” she said, drinking from her glass.

“I didn’t get to your request,” I said.

“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”   

“Of course it is,” I said. I drained my glass of wine in one long pull and set the glass on the coffee table beside the couch. “You told me exactly what you wanted and now I mean to give it to you.”

Nikki giggled softly as I ran my hand up her leg and started rubbing her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass next to mine and opened her legs for me.

What she had called earlier “that thing with you fingers” wasn’t anything special, just your basic average everyday finger-fucking. What set me apart from the pack was three things:

First, my abnormally long fingers. They were a full inch longer than most men with the same sized hands as me. Which is a pretty big advantage when you think about it.

Second was my uncanny stamina. Twenty years of pitching a baseball had given my right arm a rubber-band like elasticity, capable of functioning under duress far longer than most other men.

Third, and most importantly, was my absolute enthusiasm for fucking a girl with my fingers. I don’t get why more guys don’t embrace this aspect of sex. It gets the girl off just as much as fucking her (and often more so) without any danger of premature ejaculation or any other embarrassing flubs on your end. You can quite literally get your girl off as much as you want without having to worry about fucking anything up. And if she’s already satisfied before you stick your cock in her you’ve already won. And more importantly, so has she.

Anyway, I started Nikki off slowly, with two fingers exploring various parts of the outside of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and teasing and occasionally slipping them in just for a moment at a time, reading her body language, sometimes giving her more of what she wanted, sometimes leaving her wanting more.

I gradually worked my fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, just like the noises that were coming from her throat. Curling the tips of my fingers inward, I went to work on her G-spot, putting pressure on the pebbly surface while I worked my fingers inside her, moving them faster and faster and faster still.

I threw one of Nikki’s legs over my shoulder and moved in closer towards her, altering the angle of attack slightly, allowing for a little different pressure point. She seemed to enjoy the change immensely, rising her hips up to accept my fingers and throwing her head back so she was staring at the ceiling while she aggressively bucked against me.

Inarticulate noises of pleasure were coming from her mouth, which were amplified when I reached around her leg and grabbed ahold of her right breast and started tweaking the nipple. I gave it a firm squeeze, which was immediately followed by a piercing yelp and Nikki’s head snapping forward to shoot me a glare that said, “Don’t you dare do that again.”

Smiling wryly, enjoying every second of domination I had over her, I slipped another finger inside Nikki, eliciting another gasp of pleasure followed by her eyes rolling up in her sockets. My fingers still curled inward, I slammed my hand up into her, the tightness forcing me to push harder to reach her G-spot. I grabbed her leg off my shoulder and pushed it back towards her head folding one side of her body in half.

Nikki had been in this position many times before and knew what I wanted without me having to tell her. She brought her other leg up and immediately hooked her arms around the back of her knees to hold her legs in place, allowing me to climb up further towards her and give myself a better angle to get where I needed to be.

From here I could get my weight behind my arm and easily reach her G-spot, even with three fingers inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels so good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy, working them feverishly back and forth, back and forth, ignoring the burn in my forearm. “Right there right there right fucking there!”

I could feel her body tensing beneath me as she rose towards orgasm, which just fueled me to go after her pussy even faster and more aggressively, giving everything I had to help her get there. And it wasn’t long before she did, gripping her legs more tightly to keep them from flinging back at me, her pussy quivering, trying to force my fingers out but I was having none of it, holding them inside her, the tips pressing forcefully against her G-spot as she came in a rush of breath and a wordless squeal of pure delight.

Her body shuddered and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath but I didn’t let her, going back to work with my fingers almost immediately.

“Okay, okay, enough already, enough,” she said between gasping breaths, grabbing at my arm, trying to pull it away.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not done yet.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.

“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”

“No, I can’t,” she said, pulling more insistently at my arm. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

“Soon,” I said, pulling my fingers from her clit and slipping them back into her pussy. “In a little while, I promise. But first I need to finish you off.”

“I’m finished,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes.

“No you’re not,” I said, slipping yet another inside her pussy, making it four total. “You’re not finished until I say so.”

“Holy fuck,” Nikki groaned, her voice a guttural growl, her mouth turned up in a snarl. She shook her head and closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breaths were ragged and labored and entire body was shaking.

I worked her pussy with my fingers, no longer able to reach her G-spot but filling her up in ways that my cock couldn’t, pressing against the side walls of her vagina, stretching her out, slamming her with as much force as I could muster, my hand practically disappearing inside her.

“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod,” she cried in one breath, practically in tears now, her head thrown back and her hands gripping her ankles, pulling her legs back, muscles taut and rippling, skin shining with sweat. “I’m gonna fucking come again holy shit here I cum again ohmyfuckingod!”

As she came I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing her clit, eliciting yet another harsh gasp from Nikki as I rubbed my fingers in that spot that she loved so much, that she always touched when she wanted to get herself off. It wasn’t long before she was trying to back away from me, get me to relinquish the hold I had on her pussy.

But I was having none of it. Recalling what she said earlier, I was going to keep playing with her pussy even after she begged me to stop, until she couldn’t take it anymore, then keep on doing it. That’s what she asked for, that’s what she was going to get. It was what she wanted after all, at least on some level. And I always gave her what she wanted.

So as Nikki tried to squirm away I slipped two fingers back inside her pussy and grabbed her leg with my free hand to keep her from escaping. Laughing, I tickled her insides why she twisted and tried to get away from me, her eyes glaring evilly at me behind the runny mascara caused by her tears.

Nikki tried to spin out of my hold but I went with it, using her momentum to turn her over onto her stomach without letting my fingers slide out of her pussy. Now I was in a position of complete control, able to hold her down with ease while I finger-fucked her from behind.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” she cried, drawing the word out so it was on her tongue for a full five seconds. Her whole body was heaving by now and her voice had taken on a pleading quality. “Make it stop make it stop make it stop please make it stop.”

And so I did, pulling my fingers out of her pussy and sliding off her legs, finally allowing Nikki some respite. She took a couple minutes to catch her breath then ran her fingers through her hair and turned around to face me.

I had a glass of wine waiting for her, having poured it while she was recovering from my onslaught of fingers. I handed her the glass and she downed half of it in one drink.

“Better?” I asked, drinking from my own glass.

“Much,” she said, her eyes twinkling with delight.

“Was that what you were hoping for?”

“And then some,” she said.

“It wasn’t too much, was it?” I asked.

“No. Close, but not quite. It was exactly what I needed.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“Never,” Nikki said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. That’s when she noticed my cock. “Holy crap, it’s still stiff as a board.”

“And has been the whole time,” I said.

“The whole time?”

“Ever since we got back to the room.”

“Holy crap,” she said, grabbing ahold of it. “It never went down at all?”

“Not one bit.”

“Is it the Viagra?”

“I’m sure that’s part of it,” I said.

“How long do you think you can go before it wears off?”

“I have no idea,” I said, finishing my wine. “But I think we should try and find out.”

“You want to go again? Already?”

“Sure. Why not? I’m still as hard as I’ve been all night. Why not put my cock to good use? Unless, of course, you need to take a break.”

“Me? Take a break? When have I ever needed a break?”

“I don’t know,” I said, taunting her with my smile and tone. “You seem a little worn out . . .”

“Worn out? Not a chance,” she said, an evil little smile worming its way onto her face as she climbed atop me. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

 

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DOUBLE THE FUN

SEX WITH STRANGERS: VOLUME THREE

JT HOLLAND

 

I was just chilling in the bar at the W Hotel in San Diego after taking in a Padres game when I was approached by two incredibly gorgeous women.

One was in her early 30’s, with long brown hair and a sexy, exotic face. She was just a shade under 6 feet tall, with a long, lean and healthy but well-maintained body, strong legs, big ass, nice-sized tits, olive skin and brown eyes. She carried herself with aplomb, the master of all she surveyed, the kind of woman that liked to take charge and keep control.

The other was a blonde, younger and smaller, early 20’s, no more than 5’6” and not weighing much more than 100 pounds. She was thinner than her friend, with small tits and a tiny but firm ass, a washboard stomach and sexy legs. She was cute as a button with her blue eyes and full lips. Her mousy demeanor definitely painted her as the submissive one, following the lead of the older, more experienced woman.

The older one was the first one to speak, getting right to the point.

“My friend and I are looking for someone to show us a good time,” she said. “And we think you’re the right man for the job. So what do you say you come up with us to our room and provide us with some hard-charging entertainment.”

I was a pretty attractive young man, and this sort of thing happened to me every once in a while, but rarely this out of the blue. Usually there was at least a little bit of  get-to-know-you, or at least some normal conversation before things got serious. And never in such a straight forward manner. There was always a little gamesmanship, some subtle hints, some wordplay. Never just a straight proposition.

Not that I minded it this way. Not one bit. But I still didn’t quite believe it. Not yet, at least.

I gave the older brunette a careful gaze. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Not at all,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” she replied.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because you’re the best looking guy here,” the brunette said. “Plain and simple.”

I glanced over at the younger blonde, who was just standing there, smiling, not saying a word, before turning my gaze back to the older brunette. Then I shook my head and laughed under my breath.

“You do realize how strange this is, right?” I said.

“For you, maybe,” the brunette said. “But not for us. We do this sort of thing all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really,” she said.

“Do most men say yes?” I asked.

“The smart ones do,” the brunette said. “And I promise you, none of them regret it.”

I’m of the mind that if something seems to good to be true, it usually is. But that being said, where was the harm in taking this smoking hot brunette and her cute-as-hell blonde friend up on their offer? She certainly seemed sincere. And I wasn’t real concerned with them pulling some kind of  a scam. I knew it could happen, but what was the worst that could come out of it? I got robbed? Maybe beat up by a couple buddies they had? It was possible I guess but I didn’t find it very likely. Not in a place like this.

Call me crazy but I thought the risk was worth the reward.

“Okay,” I said. “Why the hell not. I’m in.”

The older brunette held out her hand and helped me off my stool. “Good choice,” she said, smiling wryly. “Like I said before, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“I believe you,” I said. And I did. Wholeheartedly.

 

#

 

On our journey up I’d learned the older brunette’s name was Gianna and her younger blonde friend was Holly. So far, Gianna had done all the speaking. Holly hadn’t so much as said a word, answering any questions thrown her way with a simple nod or shake of her head. Which was a little odd but didn’t bother me much. After all, who knew what kind of game the two women were playing? Not I. Nor did I care. As long as they weren’t looking to scam me, which I still didn’t think was the case.

Anyway, we made our way into their one-bedroom suite on one of the upper floors of the hotel and Gianna sat me down on a lounge chair while she sat on the couch. Holly got me a beer and then joined Gianna on the couch.

“You just sit there and enjoy your beer and watch for a bit,” Gianna said, running her hands up Holly’s side. “We’ll get to you in a while.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

I watched as Gianna took the lead, as I knew she would, initiating not only the kissing, but the touching and fondling that followed. After they made out for a while, Gianna pulled Holly’s shirt off, then her own, leaving them both naked from the waist up.

There were no words shared between them but Gianna definitely led the way, playing with Holly’s small but firm tits, then slipping her hand down Holly’s shorts to start playing with her pussy.

Once Holly was nice and warmed up, Gianna pulled her in closer and jammed Holly’s face against her tits.

“That’s a good girl,” Gianna said. “Suck on those fat titties of mine. Make my nipples hard.”

Holly worked Gianna’s tits for a bit, looking up at her the whole time to see if she was doing it right. As far as I could tell, she was. Certainly Gianna seemed happy.

It wasn’t long before both women were fully naked. And immediately after that happened, Gianna leaned back on the couch and spread her legs wide.

“Come on in and get a taste,” Gianna said, beckoning Holly over.

Holly obliged, dropped onto her stomach and diving her head into Gianna’s pussy, licking and tonguing and sucking on it.

“There you go,” Gianna said. “Get me all nice and wet and warmed up for our friend over there.”

I shifted in my seat to accommodate the growing tent in my pants. The room was filling up with both the sounds and smells of sex as things heated up.

After Holly had worked on Gianna’s pussy for a minute or so, Gianna returned the favor, putting Holly onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, before diving in herself and licking Holly’s pussy from behind until it was soaking wet.

By now I’d taken my cock out of my pants and was gently stroking it while I watched the two women get it on. Gianna took a break from Holly’s pussy and looked over and saw me playing with myself and nodded in approval.

“It looks like you’re getting a little excited over there,” she said.

“Just a bit,” I replied, trying to maintain my composure.

“I think our friend is getting a little antsy,” Gianna said to Holly. “Time to get ourselves in a position to do something about it.”

Holly nodded and bit down on her bottom lip in excitement. She still hadn’t said a word all evening.

Gianna climbed off the couch, then grabbed Holly’s hand and helped her off too. They both dropped to their knees onto the floor in front of the couch, no more than a couple feet away from me. Gianna grabbed ahold of Holly’s shoulders and pulled, lying her younger blonde friend on the floor, putting Holly’s back on the carpet and her face towards the ceiling. Gianna then climbed onto Holly’s face, straddling it, forcing Holly to lick her pussy.

As Gianna sat on top of Holly’s face, her hips moving slowly in a circular pattern, she looked over at me with a smile. “Aren’t you sick of just watching?”

I nodded, smiling back.

“Then come on over here, big boy. It’s time to get you more involved.”

I climbed off the couch and walked over towards them, my legs shaking with excitement. I’d done plenty of freaky shit in my time, but never with two women at once.

I stripped out of the rest of my clothes on my way over, and when I came to a stop in front of Gianna, I was totally naked. My cock was already rock-hard from watching them for the past few minutes.

“It looks like our little show was turning you on,” Gianna said as she took my cock in her hand.

“Just a little bit,” I said, my excitement growing.

“Well, let’s see if we can’t help you with that,” she said, playing with my cock as she looked up at me.

“That sounds good to me,” I said.

Gianna went to town on my cock, going crazy on it right from the beginning. She was slamming it into her mouth, taking it all the way down with every pass, gagging and choking and dripping saliva everywhere while maintaining eye contact the whole time.

Below her, I could see the top half of Holly’s face sticking out from beneath Gianna. Holly’s eyes were wide and full of excitement as she continued going to town on Gianna’s pussy, moans and groans and slurping sounds escaping from her mouth too.

Getting blown expertly while watching one woman sit on the face of another was a first for me, and it was sexy as hell. I was getting off just as much on the facesitting as I was the blowjob, something that surprised and delighted me at the same time.

Gianna pulled my cock out of her mouth for a moment. Leaning back a bit, she let the saliva drip out of her mouth. It splashed right onto Holly’s face. Gianna laughed and then started grinding harder on Holly’s face. She was one depraved woman.

“You like that, don’t you?” Gianna said, laughing. Then, as if reading my mind, she said, “You like watching me sit on her face just as much as you like getting blown, don’t you?”

“How’d you know?” I asked.

“I’m a mind-reader in the bedroom,” she said before glibly adding, “Or wherever else the fucking is taking place.”

I laughed and shook my head. This woman was too good to be true.

“If you do a good enough job tonight, maybe you can have a turn beneath me too,” Gianna said. “Would you like that?”

I nodded my head vigorously.

“Yeah, I knew it,” she said, still jerking me off. “You’re a fucking pervert, aren’t you?”

“A bit of one, yes,” I said.

“Well, that’s good,” Gianna said, taking a moment to stick the tip of my cock in her mouth for a quick suck. “Because we’re in the mood for some freaky shit tonight. Do you think you can keep up?”

“I’ll sure as hell try,” I said.

“There’s no trying here tonight,” Gianna said. “It’s sink or swim. Or you can just bail out now and we’ll find someone else to party with.”

“I ain’t going nowhere,” I said. “I can handle whatever it is you want to try.”

“That’s what’s I like to hear,” Gianna said. She slapped my cock against her cheek a couple of times then took it in her mouth and started going to town on it again.  

After blowing me for a good 30 seconds straight without taking a breath, Gianna jammed my cock all the way down her throat and held it there. She deepthroated me  for what seemed like an eternity before coughing and letting it slip from her mouth. Glaring up at me with a nasty smile while she caught her breath, Gianna gathered her leftover saliva and spit it on my cock and jerked me off.

“Okay,” she said, lifting her hips up off Holly’s face. “Time to mix things up. Get on up here, girl.”

Holly climbed out from underneath Gianna and dropped to her knees alongside her. Holly’s face was glistening with Gianna’s pussy juices and she had a huge smile on her face. The two of them, side by side, all hot and bothered and waiting to suck my cock was one of the greatest things I’d ever seen in my life. My heart was pounding with excitement. And this was just the start of the evening. I couldn’t wait to see how it would progress.

Holly started things off, working my cock with more finesse than Gianna did, taking things more slowly and using her hands more, jerking me off while blowing me, playing with my balls, and mixing up the pressure with regularity. But just like Gianna, she kept her smiling eyes turned up towards me the entire time.

It wasn’t long before Gianna got in on the act, pushing on the back of Holly’s head, forcing her to deepthroat me. Once my cock had disappeared, Gianna held Holly’s head in place. Even as Holly started to gag and cough, Gianna didn’t let go, holding her there with my cock deep in her throat as tears leaked out of her eyes.

Ten seconds and two more gags later, Gianna finally relented, releasing Holly’s head, allowing her to pull off my cock. Holly’s head flew backwards and she gasped for breath, gagging and coughing, her chest heaving, spit dripping down onto the floor.

While Holly recovered, Gianna took over, picking up where she’d left off earlier, hammering my cock in and out of her mouth with serious aggression before deepthroating me. She took me so deep that her nose was pushing against my stomach and her bottom lip was smashed up against my ballsack.

After a full fifteen seconds of deepthroating me, Gianna still hadn’t gagged. Nor did she look like she was going to let go any time soon.

Eventually I gave up, backing away, yanking my cock out of Gianna’s mouth before it was too late. Another couple seconds with my cock down her throat and I would have shot my load, which would have been a disaster.

Smiling, Gianna laughed at me. “Too much for you to take, huh?”

“Almost,” I said, smiling back. “You’re damn good at that.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Gianna said. “Let’s see if we can find something that’s not going to make you cum too soon.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

Gianna climbed to her feet and took ahold of my hand and led me over to the couch, beckoning Holly (who was still on her knees) along with her finger. It was obvious who the dominant one in the room was, and not just between the two girls. As was just as submissive to Gianna’s whims as Holly was, which didn’t bother me one bit. It was nice to have someone so obviously in charge in a situation like this. It made for a smoother evening.

Gianna sat me down on the couch and spread my legs wide. Standing between my legs, she dropped to her knees, grabbed my hips and pulled my butt forward so it was hanging off the edge of cushion.

Holly arrived a couple seconds later and the girls got into position between my legs, their faces inches from my harder-than-ever cock. As I looked down, my excitement palpable, they started to make out, their tongues exploring each other mouths with urgency. A couple seconds later, Gianna’s hand grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off while continuing to trade saliva with Holly.

Eventually Gianna broke off the kiss with Holly. After a nod from Gianna, Holly climbed onto the couch, positioning herself sideways on her hands and knees, perpendicular to me. She leaned over and took my cock in her mouth, sucking on the tip while Gianna continued jerking me off.

Gianna released her hold on my cock and also shifted, arching her back and dropping her head down until her mouth was practically touching my ballsack. I let out a little gasp and shivered when she stuck her tongue out and ran it along my sack.

“You like that, do you?” Gianna asked.

“Yeah,” I managed to croak out.

“Well you’d better not like it too much,” she said. “Because that’s only the beginning.”

“I’ll do what I can,” I said.

Gianna laughed softly as Holly dropped her head lower and lower onto my cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Gianna flicked her tongue against my ballsack, then wrapped her lips around it, gargling and sucking on my balls while Holly worked my cock.

It wasn’t long before Holly was deepthroating me once again, coughing and gagging but staying on my cock as saliva dripped from her mouth and down my shaft and into Gianna’s mouth, which was still wrapped around my balls.

Eventually Holly pulled off, letting my cock slip out of her throat and then her mouth. As she caught her breath, Gianna grabbed ahold of my cock and held it tight, sticking straight up.

“Are you ready for Holly’s sweet, tight pussy?” Gianna said, looking up at me.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said.

“How about you?” Gianna asked Holly. “Are you ready for Tim’s hard cock inside you?”

Smiling, Holly nodded. I realized that I still hadn’t heard her say a word so far all evening. Not that it mattered much, not with as much talking as Gianna was doing.

“Then let’s get this party started for real,” Gianna said, barking out the words like a circus ringleader. “Let the fucking commence!”  

And with that, Holly threw one leg over me, straddling my waist. As Gianna continued holding my cock straight up, Holly dropped her pussy down onto it and started to ride me like a cowgirl. She started slowly but it didn’t take long before she was bouncing on my cock with some serious intensity. We were only thirty seconds into it and she was hammering up and down on my cock, impaling herself, her small, perky  tits bouncing right in front of my face.


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