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EROTIC BADASS CHICKS

8 TALES OF HARDCORE SEX

Dirk Rockwell

JT Holland

Tyler Mackey

Tory Mynx

Scotty Diggler

Brock Landers

Dakota Rain

Michael Scott Taylor

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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, 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

SLAMMING THE PERVERTED ESCORT’S ASS BY DIRK ROCKWELL

DIRTY DEBBIE & PERVERTED PENELOPE BY JT HOLLAND

GETTING KINKY WITH MY DEPRAVED GIRLFRIEND BY TYLER MACKEY

HAVING MY WAY WITH A YOUNGER MAN BY TORY MYNX

HIGH CLASS WHORE BY SCOTTY DIGGLER

ANAL PERVERSION BY BROCK LANDERS

SEEING WHAT HE’S GOT BY DAKOTA RAIN

AN AFFAIR WITH THE EXTREMELY KINKY COUGAR (DAY FOUR) BY MICHAEL SCOTT TAYLOR


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SLAMMING THE PERVERTED ESCORT’S ASS

DIRK ROCKWELL


Scott was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Taylor’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.

To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Taylor a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Taylor was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.

But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.

And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Scott started seeing Taylor as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.

They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Scott didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Taylor just flat out loved to fuck.)

Scott came to think of his time with Taylor as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Taylor’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Taylor brought them up, hadn’t.)

So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.

A whole lot better.

 

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There’s a knock on the door. Scott forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.

Taylor is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.

She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.

He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.

“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.

“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”

“I have too,” Taylor says.

He laughs. “You liar.”

She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“You know what happens to liars,” Scott says, flashing her an evil grin.

“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”

“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”

“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”

“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

“I can’t wait.”

Scott pulls the top of Taylor’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.

“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”

“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”

He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Taylor moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.

Scott returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.

She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.

He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.

Taylor moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.

She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” Taylor says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”

And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perfect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.

“You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.

He nods in response to her earlier question.

Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.

“Godammit that feels fucking good,” Scott says as Taylor sucks on his balls, bouncing them off each other in her mouth while her hand still works his cock.

After tea-bagging him for a bit she runs her tongue along the bottom of his sack, then scoots her body even further beneath him and starts licking his taint.

“Holy fucking shit,” he says without thinking. His legs feel like they’re going to buckle. His head feels like it’s going to explode.

She takes his words as a sign she’s doing something right and it gives her the confidence to take things to the next level. She scoots even further beneath him then turns around and runs her tongue over his asshole.

A bolt of lightning shoots up Scott’s spine. He lets out a piteous groan of pure pleasure and tries not to think too hard about what’s going on. Just sit back and enjoy it, he tells himself.

Taylor licks his asshole for what seems like an eternity but is really only a few of seconds of objective time. Then she slides out the back of his legs.

A stab of disappointment hits him but before he has a chance to dwell on it, she gives him a good hearty slap on the ass.

“Down on the floor,” she says. “Hand and knees.”

He does as he’s told without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy,” she says.

Taylor drops down to her hands and knees herself, then crawls in closer to him, grabs ahold of his asscheeks—one in each hand—spreads them apart and sticks her face between them, her tongue going to work on his asshole.

He turns his head to the side and uses the mirrored wall of the closet to watch the proceedings from a third-person view. This excites him even further.

“Goddamn you’re a filthy little slut,” Scott says while she tosses his salad, running her tongue up his asshole over and over again while her hands play with his cock and balls continuously.

She lifts her head up, sees him watching in the mirror, and gives him a wink. “I told you before,” she says with a smile. “I’m the filthiest.” Then she dives back in.

Scott laughs softly and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regulate his excitement. He’s pathetically unsuccessful.

Afraid he’s going to cum way too quickly, he crawls forward a couple of steps to escape her grasp and turns around to face her.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, her face a mask of fake innocence. She’s up on her knees, her back straight. “You didn’t like that?”

“I loved it,” he says, walking on his knees towards her. “A bit too much, actually.”

“Aaahhh, I get it,” she says, her face blooming into a smile. “You poor boys. You only get to cum once and then you need a break.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Unlike you girls who get to cum as many times as you want.”

“It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Taylor says.

“No it doesn’t,” Scott says as he again attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and starts to hungrily suck on it. They’re just so perfect and inviting he can’t keep his mouth off them.

She lets out a sexy little moan and runs her hand down her body and slides her panties down her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder.

He gives Taylor’s protruding nipple a little bite, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, then moves to the other one to give it the same treatment. After he sucks on it for a bit then gives it a little bite too, Scott pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.

Taylor notices Scott watching her and slips two fingers inside her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” she says, her eyes locked onto his, her hand working feverishly, moving in and out of her pussy. “You like watching me fuck myself?”

“I fucking love it,” he says.

“You want to see another one in there?” she asks.

He nods.

Smiling, her eyes not leaving his, Taylor slips another finger inside her pussy, biting down on her bottom lip as it goes in. It takes a few seconds to loosen up but pretty soon she’s moving all three fingers in and out of her pussy as quickly as she was moving two just moments before.

Scott reaches out with his free hand and smacks down on her left tit. The sound fills the room.

She yelps and goes to work even more feverishly on herself, obviously turned on by the slapping.

He smacks her other tit and gets the same result.

“Do it again,” Taylor says breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

He obliges, smacking one tit, waiting a couple of seconds, then smacking the other.

Moaning with pleasure, her free hand flies down and goes to work on her clit while the other continues banging herself.

He slaps her tits again. One, then the other.

And again.

And again.

With every slap Taylor attacks herself even more intensely, both arms moving faster and faster, her fingers digging in more and more aggressively, until finally she reaches that point which she’s been seeking. She freezes up for a moment, then utters a high-pitched wordless scream as her body shakes and shimmies as the orgasm overtakes her.

Smiling, Taylor slides her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in her mouth and licks them clean of her juices.

“There’s number one,” she says. “Ready to try for another?”

“That’s so not fair,” he says.

She laughs and offers a little shrug. “What can I say? Life’s not fair.”

“You do realize I’m going to have to punish you to make up for the inequity of this world.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smile.

Scott smacks her tit one last time for good measure then climbs to his feet and steps towards her.

“Look at me,” he says.

She does.

Standing over her, he stares down at her pretty little smiling face and wonders how such a beauty could be such a filthy little slut. No matter how it happened, he considered himself a lucky man for having hooked up with her.

“Hands behind your back,” Scott says.

Taylor obliges.

He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her cheek with it a few times. Then he switches sides and smacks her other cheek with it.

Her smile grows wider.

“You like getting smacked around, don’t you?” Scott says.

Taylor bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She does as she’s told without hesitation.

He grabs the back of her head and pulls it towards him, guiding his hard cock into her mouth.

She wraps her lips around it.

“Keep your mouth open,” Scott says.

She instantly opens it back up.

He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Taylor’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.

Gurgling sounds come from Taylor’s throat as Scott slams his cock into her mouth. Her face is tilted upwards, allowing her to maintain eye contact the entire time. Her eyes are wide and full of enjoyment; she truly does get off on this kind of thing.

Scott pummels Taylor’s mouth, his balls slapping up against her cheek with every pump, her eyes never leaving his. A few more thrusts and then he slams it deep into her throat and holds it there, choking her, causing tears to leak out of her eyes.

She gags and coughs but makes no attempt to pull away, apparently content to deepthroat him for as long as he can take it. He releases her head, allowing her the ability to pull off whenever she needs to.

But instead of pulling off his cock Taylor pushes her head forward, taking him even further down her throat. Her nose is pressing up against his belly and her tongue is flicking out from beneath his cock to tickle his balls as she deepthroats him.

“Holy fuck,” Scott says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this before. Not even from Taylor. She’s on top of her game tonight.

Finally, after what seems like forever she pulls back, releasing his cock from her throat and allowing herself a chance to breathe. She takes a few deep, gasping breaths and then looks up at him.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk. “You want me to do it again?”

“So I can blow my load already?” he says. “Hell no. I need to take a little break. Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” she says, her smile growing wider.

Scott reaches down and picks Taylor up, lifting her with ease, and throws her up over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. A very sexy sack of potatoes.

She laughs and slaps his ass while he carries her over to the other side of the room.

Scott tosses Taylor down onto the couch, lengthwise. She lands on her back, still laughing softly. He grabs her by the waist and flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then lifts her ass into the air. Her dress is still hiked up around her waist but he leaves it there. Something about fucking a girl while she’s still clothed turns him on.

Taylor slides her knees under herself, hikes up onto her hands and arches her back, lifting her ass further into the air. Turning her head back towards him, she says, “Is this how you want me? On my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” Scott says, looking down at her perfect, tight little ass sticking up right below him, her asshole gaping slightly and beckoning him. “Don’t you fucking move.”

 He bends down so his face is at the same level as her ass and mere inches away. He grabs her panties and pulls them down and slips them off her legs. He stares at her pussy and asshole for a moment, taking them in, reveling in their beauty, then goes to work.

He starts with her pussy, gently licking from the bottom up like a puppy drinking from its water bowl. Long, slow strokes, no penetration at all, just getting her warmed up for the main course. His hands are tenderly rubbing her ass cheeks.

Taylor seems to enjoy it, shimmying beneath him and breathing more heavily with every pass he makes.

Once he’s gotten her good and riled up Scott starts going at it a little more aggressively, sticking his tongue deeper inside her as he runs it up her pussy and groping her cheeks with a little more force.

Faster and faster he moves, his tongue going deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more visceral, until pretty soon her ass is bouncing against his face, his rigid tongue slamming into her pussy, her salty sweetness covering his face, her ass smothering him, her juices dripping into his mouth, running down the back of his tongue and into his throat.

Taylor reaches back and grabs the back of his head and pulls him further into her pussy, repaying his treatment of her earlier.

Scott shakes his head quickly from side to side and digs in, sticking his tongue as far into her as it will go and moving it rapidly up and down and side to side. The ridge of his nose is pressed up against her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Right there, right fucking there!”

He’s having trouble breathing but Scott doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give in. He just keeps his face buried in Taylor’s pussy, his tongue working feverishly while she presses on the back of his head, keeping him deep inside her, suffocating him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop!” she screams in a breathless rush. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!”

Her entire body shudders and a rush of her juices drench him even further as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Scott feels the pressure on the back of his head relax and he pulls his face back and takes a couple of deep breaths. Then, before she has a chance to fully recover, he spreads her ass cheeks wide, takes a deep breath, and buries his face in her ass.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Taylor says, sounding like she’s going to explode.

Scott licks her asshole a few times, pulls back a little bit, spits on it, and goes back to work, licking her tender flesh between her pussy and asshole for a moment before sliding his tongue back up to lick her asshole proper.

He works her asshole with the tip of his tongue for  a little while, loosening it up, until it’s big enough for him to slip his rigid tongue inside it.

Taylor yelps and her body buckles and her ass shakes.

Scott stays the course, pushing his tongue further inside her asshole, causing her moans to grow even louder.

With his tongue in her asshole he can see over the top of her ass and down the length of her body as she strains against the pleasure, her back arched, her skin dappled with sweat, her head tilted up, throwing her hair down over her back, tempting him, begging to be pulled.

Unable to resist, he grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, arching her back even further and forcing her to press her ass more forcefully against his face, allowing his tongue even deeper access to her asshole.

With her head pulled back and her neck stretched tight, Taylor’s groans turn guttural and wordless; expressions of pure bliss unaccompanied by any kind of rational thought process.

But Scott’s still not done.

With his free hand he slides two fingers inside her pussy, giving her yet another point of pleasure. With his tongue in her ass, his hand yanking her hair and his fingers in her pussy it isn’t long before she cums again.

Taylor shudders against him, her body shaking and shimmying and another wordless scream coming from her throat.

Once that passes Scott lets go of her hair, giving her a little bit of respite. But he keeps his tongue in her ass and his fingers inside her pussy.

“Please fuck me,” Taylor begs, turning her upper body to face him. The words come in short bursts, between shuddering breaths. “I need your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

Scott’s thoroughly enjoying making her squirm and doesn’t want to let up quite yet, so he sticks another finger inside her and bangs her pussy for a little longer before finally giving in to her request.

He pulls his fingers out of her pussy and slides his tongue out of her ass. He rises up and puts one knee up on the couch and leaves the other foot on the floor so he’s half-standing, then positions himself directly behind her ass and slips his cock into her pussy.

Scott tries to start off slow but Taylor’s so wet and slippery from all the licking and sucking that it’s nearly impossible. His cock glides in and out of her pussy with barely a hint of resistance as he fucks her, his hips slamming into her ass, making it bounce and jiggle with every thrust.

He grabs her shoulders and uses them to pull her back into him at the bottom of every pump, increasing the force in which their bodies are slamming against one another.

“There you go,” Taylor says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

One of Scott’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Taylor’s head back as he fucks her.

Her back is arched and her shoulder blades are showing through her skin.

He slaps her ass with his free hand.

“That’s right, baby,” Taylor says. “Spank me.”

Scott slaps her ass again.

“Punish me,” she says, her head turning back to look at him. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

He releases her hair and slaps her ass again. With both hands this time. One for each cheek.

Taylor yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.

But Scott doesn’t stop fucking her. He doesn’t even slow down. He slaps her ass again. And again. And again until both cheeks are bright red.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Taylor screams.

He stops spanking her ass and slows down for a moment to catch his breath.

But she keeps on working, moving her ass back against his cock, doing all the work while he remains still.

Scott turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.

Taylor looks in the mirror and sees him watching.

“You like it when I back my tight little ass up against you?” she says, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “You like it when I do all the work?”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?” she says. “You want me to do it harder?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?” Taylor says, slamming back into him more forcefully, her voice taunting him, teasing him, torturing him. “Like this?”

He nods and watches in the mirror as she backs into him even more aggressively.

And then Scott can’t take it anymore. He grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them and proceeds to once again take control, slamming into her hard enough to move her body forward with every thrust.

With her ass cheeks spread wide, Taylor’s asshole is beckoning. Loosened up from the action earlier in the evening it’s spread wider than usual, not quite gaping but not completely closed either. It’s just begging to be played with.

Scott gathers up some saliva and spits on Taylor’s asshole, then starts working it with his thumb, rubbing the outside for a little while then sliding it in and moving it around inside, loosening it up, getting it ready.

After Taylor’s asshole is nice and loose he slides his thumb in as far as it will go, still slamming his cock into her all the while.

Her groans grow louder, more intense, as does her bucking, just like they do every time he starts playing with her ass. Even though she’s never actually come out and said it, he’s pretty sure she likes anal sex more than vaginal.

“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you?” Scott says.

“I fucking love it,” Taylor replies, turning her head back to look at him.

“But what you really want is my cock in there,” he says. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes please,” Taylor says.

“I don’t know,” he says with fake ambivalence as he slams up against her even more aggressively. Hearing her beg always turns him on. “I don’t think I believe you.”

“Please, please, please give it to me,” she says, her voice an exaggerated high-pitched whine. “I want your cock in my ass. Please give it to me. I want it.”

“You want it?” he says, playing out the string as long as he can. “Or you need it?”

“I need it,” Taylor says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you insist,” Scott says with mock reluctance.

And with that, he slips his thumb out of her asshole, then pulls his cock out of her pussy and slides it into her asshole. Even though it’s a tight fit it slips in easily, with all the ass play they’ve had tonight it’s more than lubed up enough without any outside help.

But still, Scott doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Taylor do all the work in the beginning, allowing her the chance to get her asshole loosened up before he starts fucking her ass proper.

She starts slowly, moving her ass back against him in short, deliberate strokes. As her asshole opens up the strokes become longer and it isn’t long before she’s taking his entire cock in her ass, from tip to base, in smooth, slow strokes.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his eyes locked on her ass as it swallows his cock whole. “Work that ass. Fuck my cock with that tight little ass of yours.”

She starts bucking more aggressively against him, her ass bouncing off his body, his balls slapping against her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her ass.

“Like that?” Taylor says, turning back to look at him.

“Just like that,” he replies.

After a few more thrusts he’s had enough of her doing the work. It’s time to take control. Scott brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Taylor’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.

“Just like that, just like that,” Taylor says, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “Stretch that tight fucking ass out. Yes, yes, yes!”

His hands slide up her back to her shoulders and press down on them.

 Taylor gets the hint, relaxing her arms and dropping her head down to the couch. She turns her head so half of her face is lying flat on the cushion while the other is turned to the side, watching him fuck her ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Scott’s legs are starting to tighten up so he scoots his feet further forwards, changing the angle and giving him even more leverage. Squatting over Taylor now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.

Taylor runs her arms backwards and grabs ahold of her asscheeks and spreads them wide, stretching her ass, opening her asshole up even further.

“Ohmygod,” she screams as Scott fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Taylor’s body shakes and shimmies beneath him, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying everywhere. She lets out a wordless groan and then her body bucks a couple of times and then falls still, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Taking mercy on her, Scott slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Taylor a moment to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she says, rolling over until she’s sitting normally on the couch next to him. Her breathing is still deep and ragged but almost under control. “That was fucking incredible.”

“What’s that? Orgasm number four for you?” he says, looking over at her with a little smirk.

“Five, actually,” she says.

He shakes his head. “That is so unfair.”

“Like I said before, that’s life.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott says, his voice filled with outrage that was only partially fake. “Five orgasms for you already and not a single one for me. And to top everything off, I’m the one paying.”

Taylor’s smile grows wider. “Yeah, that sucks for you.”

“Hell, you should be paying me.”

She laughs and shakes her head dismissively.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Taylor says, sliding towards him. “You’re right, that’s all. You should be getting paid for your talents.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Not by me, of course,” she says.

“What? Why not?”

Taylor grabs ahold of Scott’s still rock-hard cock and starts jerking him off. “Because,” she says, “Why you should I pay you to fuck me when you pay me to fuck me?”

“Because you get five orgasms to my one,” Scott says.

“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Taylor says, leaning over and licking the tip of his cock. “If I wanted to, I could make you cum within minutes, and then what would we do for the rest of the hour? Talk?”

“You couldn’t make me cum within minutes,” he says.

Taylor looks at him like she can’t believe he just said that. “Please,” she says. “I can make you cum whenever I want to. It’s only because I want you to feel like you get your money’s worth that I wait until the end of the hour.”

“Bullshit,” Scott says.

“Fine,” she says. “Want to bet on it?”

“Sure. How much?”

“If you win, I’ll give you a freebie next time.”

“And if you win?” Scott asks.

“You pay me double for tonight.”

“How long do I have to hold out?” he asks.

“Five minutes,” she replies.

“Two,” he counters.

“Three,” Taylor says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”

“Done,” Scott says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.

“But you can’t pull away,” Taylor adds. “You have to let me do whatever I want to you. Any funny business and you forfeit.”

“Fair enough,” he says, cycling through the menu on his phone until he comes to the stopwatch app.

“Shall we shake on it?” Taylor says.

“Sure.”

They shake hands.

“When do we start?” Scott says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.

“Now ,” Taylor replies, dropping down to the floor, and spreading his legs wide before he has a chance to start the clock.

He presses the button and drops the phone on the couch by his side just as she swallows his cock whole, deepthroating him with ease.

Taylor holds his cock in her throat for full ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before letting it slowly slip out, inch by inch. Once it’s free she starts attacking it immediately, moving her mouth rapidly up and down on it while her hand works his shaft right below her lips and her other hand works his balls, squeezing and caressing them. His cock is slippery as hell from all the saliva she’s generating, allowing her hand to work his shaft feverishly while still maintaining an insane level of pressure.

Watching Taylor work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Scott pulls his eyes away and looks around the room, trying to distract himself. But nothing’s working. What she’s doing simply feels too good.

Scott glances down at his phone and sees that only 20 seconds have passed. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He has absolutely no chance of lasting 3 minutes without blowing his load. He’ll be lucky if he makes it to the 1 minute mark.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself. No reason to fight it. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

He turns his attention back to Taylor just as she pulls her lips off his cock and takes his balls in her mouth, sucking and slurping them intensely while still working his cock with her free hand.

She takes both balls in her mouth at the same time and pulls down on his sack, pushing the envelope between pleasure and pain but bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Scott tries to not make any noise, hoping to fool her into thinking he’s still far away from cumming but he can’t help himself. A brief gasp escapes his throat and she looks up at the sound.

Catching his eye, Taylor gives him a knowing little wink, then goes back to work, pushing on the back of his legs, lifting them up, rolling him back in the couch, giving her a better angle to work with.

And—he quickly learns—giving her easier access to his asshole.

With his underside more exposed, Taylor goes to work on his taint, licking and rubbing it with one hand while she works his cock more slowly with her other one.

She quickly makes her way down to his asshole proper, exploring the outside of it for a few seconds before licking it, then sucking it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it and bouncing her face against his ass, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper and deeper inside his asshole while continuing to jerk him off.

Scott’s been desperately holding on for the last 15 seconds and riding the edge of orgasm for the last 5 but he simply can’t hold out any longer.

“Fuckingshitgodammitmotherfucker,” he says in a breathless rush as his body tenses up like it never has before.

Smiling like a demon, Taylor lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Scott’s body bucks beneath him. She pulls back slightly on his cock as he cums, pointing it at her face as the white ribbons of sperm shoot out of his cock with a force unlike ever before, spraying her face and hair and over her head and flying into her open mouth.

Scott bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Taylor’s smiling face.

“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.

“Tell me about it,” Scott says.

Once he’s finally done she licks his cock clean before finally releasing it.

“Did you even make it halfway?” she asks.

He looks at his phone. It has just passed the 2 minute mark. He presses the button, stopping the clock.

“It was probably close,” he says. “But I doubt it.”

“I tried to tell you.”

“You sure did,” Scott says. “I should have listened.”

He walks over to the other side of the room, grabs his wallet out of the desk, and pulls 5 one-hundred dollar bills from it.

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the money. “Another five hundred in cash on top of the five that went on my card.”

Taylor drops the money in her purse and heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she says.

“I wish I could say the same,” he says under his breath as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

But he doesn’t mean it. The way he figures it, even at a grand an hour Taylor is well worth the money. Hell, he’d pay more for her if he had to.

Hopefully I never have to, he thinks to himself.

He flops down on the couch and takes a deep, exhausted breath, already looking forward to their next session.

 

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DIRTY DEBBIE & PERVERTED PENELOPE

 JT HOLLAND


My travels last week had me in San Diego, California, one of my favorite places in the whole country. With it’s perfect year-round weather and old-school California lifestyle, San Diego is as relaxing as it gets. While some of the creeps that inhabit Los Angeles and Orange County have made their way down south, it’s still quite a ways away—both literally and figuratively—from its northern neighbors.

And the women . . . well, let’s just say that it’s about as nice as place anywhere in the world for hot women.

A couple years back, I ran across one such woman. Her name is Penelope. Part Hispanic, part Irish, and all woman, Penelope is a real firecracker. She’s 26 years old, with wavy, light-brown hair, an adorable, sexy face, hazel eyes, small nose, full lips, and a body to die for. She stands right around five and a half feet tall and weighs 125 pounds, with long, athletic legs, toned arms, washboard stomach, firm, ripe tits and ass that makes me want to cry.

Needless to say I was looking forward to spending a few days with her.

 

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After taking a cab from the airport, I knocked on Penelope’s door at just after 10pm. A few seconds later she answered it, wearing nothing but a lacy pink top and white and pink striped panties.

I stood there staring at her for a moment, marveling at her, as I always did, drinking her in with my eyes.

“Hey there,” Penelope said, flashing me a sly smile, reveling in the way I was looking at her. “Do you like my outfit?”

“I fucking love it,” I said. “You look incredible.”

“Ahh, thanks, baby,” she said. “You’re looking pretty fucking hot these days yourself.”

“Yeah right,” I said, laughing softly. I’d been on a plane for the last eight hours and I was feeling it, from my wrinkled clothes to my messed-up hair.

“I’m serious,” she said, holding the door open wide as I walked in. “I like the rumpled-up look.”

“Is that right?” I asked, moving in close to her as she closed the door.

“Yes it is,” she said, her grin growing wider as I took her in my arms.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said before slipping my tongue between her lips.

We made out for a little while, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths while our hands kept themselves busy. I had just run my hand under her flimsy little blouse when she unexpectedly broke off our kiss and took a half step back.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, confused.

“Nothing,” she said, smiling wider now as she looked at me closely, obviously enjoying my confusion. “Why?”

“Because you’re acting funny,” I said.

“Am I?”

I raised my eyebrows and nodded.

“That’s because I’m excited,” Penelope said.

“About what? Me being here?”

“That,” she said, putting one foot in front of the other and tilting her head sideways in a playful manner. “And something else.”

“What?” I asked, laughing under my breath.

“Follow me and you’ll find out,” Penelope said. And with that, she took my hand and led me upstairs.

I was expecting us to turn into her bedroom but we kept going past it, towards the back room, which was set up like a family room, with a plush leather couch and an entertainment center. As far as I could remember, we’d never really spent much time in it.

Penelope was giggling softly, obviously excited about something. Which was unlike her; normally she was pretty stoic and not prone to giddiness.

But once we entered the room I understood exactly where she was coming from. One glance at the couch and I was starting to get giddy also.

Sitting sideways on the couch was a tall, leggy blonde. She was a couple years younger than Penelope and just as cute, but in a different way. Taller, for one, maybe 5’10”. Long blonde hair. Brown eyes. Pale skin. A softer body than Penelope, with thinner legs and smaller tits but just as sexy.

“Jesse, this is Debbie,” Penelope said. “Debbie, Jesse.”

“Pleased to meet you,” I said.

“Hey there,” Debbie said, looking up at me with a lazy smile and sleepy eyes.

“So I was telling Debbie a little bit about you the other day and she said she wanted to meet you,” Penelope said, flashing a knowing glance at me. “And, you know, get to know you a little better.”

“Is that right?” I said, my excitement level rising even higher. I was already salivating at getting freaky with Penelope, but getting her friend involved too? That was too good to be true.

“Yes it is,” Penelope said. “Right Debbie?”

Debbie nodded.

“Sorry,” Penelope said. “You’ll have to bear with Debbie. She’s a little bit shy.”

“No problem,” I said. “I like ‘em like that.”

“What?” Penelope said, giving me a look of mock consternation. “I thought you like them loud and raunchy and out of control like me.”

“I do, I do,” I said, smacking Penelope on the ass. “But I like them shy too. And I especially like having one of each at the same time.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Penelope said, grabbing my cock and squeezing it hard enough to make me flinch while Debbie giggled from over on the couch. “Luckily for you I like my women shy too. Especially when I have a strong man with me.”

“Then it sounds like a perfect situation for both of us,” I said. “What about you, Debbie?” I added, flicking my chin in her direction. “What do you think of this little setup?”

“I think it’s perfect,” she said, her wry smile growing larger.

“Then what are we waiting for?” I said. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Indeed,” Penelope said, grabbing my hand and leading me over to the couch. As Debbie sat up, Penelope turned me around so my back was to the couch and gave me a little shove. I dropped back onto the couch, sitting normally, and Penelope sat down next to me so I was in between the two women.

Sitting on either side of me, Debbie and Penelope started making out with me relaxing in between them. I sat back and watched, letting them do their thing, knowing that they’d get to me in good time.

The two women explored each other’s tonsils for a bit before Penelope started going to work on Debbie’s tits, licking and sucking on her nipples.

While Penelope played with Debbie’s tits, Debbie’s hands dropped down to my groin area. She unzipped my zipper and pulled my cock out of my pants and started jerking me off, getting me nice and hard.

Once Penelope saw my cock, she immediately pulled her mouth off Debbie’s nipple and dropped her head down to the same level as my cock.

“You have such a nice cock,” she said, looking up at me. “Do you mind if I suck it?”

“Be my guest,” I said.

Penelope wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock and gave it a good suck before popping her mouth off of it.

I shivered and let out a little gasp.

Penelope laughed. “A little sensitive tonight, are we?” she said.

“Just a bit,” I replied.

“Or maybe just a bit too excited,” Penelope added.

“That too,” I said.

Smiling, Penelope said, “Well you’d better learn to control that. Because if we don’t get what we want out of you tonight there’s going to be problems. Isn’t that right Debbie?”

Debbie nodded emphatically.

“I’ll do my best,” I said.

“You do that,” Penelope replied before taking my cock in her mouth once again.

She was an electric cocksucker, attacking my cock more than sucking on it, gagging noises coming from her mouth while saliva dripped everywhere.

While Penelope worked my cock, Debbie leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We made out passionately while Penelope continued blowing me like a pornstar.

After a short while the two women traded places.

Debbie’s cock-sucking technique was different than Penelope’s. She took her time, using her tongue in a variety of different ways, taking things far more slowly than her friend. On the other hand, Penelope kissed like she sucked cock, aggressively thrusting her tongue into my mouth and exploring it with intensity.

Half a minute later, Penelope released her hold on my lips and turned her attention back to Debbie. While her friend continued to suck my cock, Penelope grabbed ahold of Debbie’s hair and held it up above her head.

With her hair now out of the way, I could clearly see Debbie’s face as she slowly went all the way down on my cock, taking the entire thing in her mouth before coming up for air.

“Goddamn that felt fucking good,” I said, shaking my head in amazement.

“Pretty impressive, huh?” Penelope said as Debbie caught her breath.

“I’ll say.”

“That was amazing,” I said to Debbie.

“Thanks,” she whispered in a soft voice while flashing me a shy smile.

I realized that was the first word I’d heard her say since we’d starting getting freaky. Penelope hadn’t been joking when she’d said that Debbie was a shy one. But that was perfectly fine with me; the contrast between the two women made for a very interesting dynamic, one that I found quite titillating.

“Yeah, she’s coming along pretty good,” Penelope said. “But she still can’t hold a candle to the master.”

“Is that right?” I said, challenging Penelope with my tone.

“Damn straight,” Penelope said, flashing one of her trademark smirks, letting me know she’s not going to fall for my little tricks. Her look says that she’ll deepthroat me, but it will be at a time of her choosing, not mine.

Just to prove her point, Penelope stuck her tongue in Debbie’s mouth and they started to make out. Half a minute later, Penelope broke off the kiss and without saying another word, dropped her head down and took my cock in her mouth.

She immediately took me all the way down, deepthroating me with ease. She held my cock inside her throat, her lips touching my balls and her nose pressing against the inside of my leg.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as I tried desperately not to cum. Her throat constricting my cock felt too good to handle for any length of time. If Penelope didn’t pull up soon, I was going to shoot my load right then and there.

Finally, a good ten seconds after she’d gone down on me and no more than two seconds before I would have shot my load down her throat, Penelope pulled her head off my cock, leaving it glistening with saliva and the tip white with the loss of blood flow.

She didn’t so much as gasp or gag or anything the whole time, and even now, as she gathered breath back into her lungs, she seemed no worse for wear.

“You weren’t kidding about being the master,” I said.

“I told you,” she replied.

“You certainly did,” I said. I knew my cock couldn’t take any more sucking before it burst at the seams, so I decided to mix things up.

I climbed to my feet, pulling my cock out of Debbie’s mouth and separating my mouth from Penelope’s.

“What’s this?” Penelope said, giving me that sly little look of hers.

“You’ll see,” I said as I picked Debbie up off the ground and dropped her on the couch, face-up. As she giggled, I grabbed her legs and pulled her towards me until her ass was hanging off the front of the couch and the back of her head was where the seat cushions and back cushions met.

Once Debbie was in position, I spread her legs wide, then started licking her pussy. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan of pleasure.

“I like where this is going,” Penelope said. Without saying another word, she climbed onto the couch, straddled Debbie’s face, and dropped her pussy right onto her friend’s mouth.

While still eating Debbie out, I inserted two fingers into her pussy. I banged her until she was moaning in pleasure, her cries muffled by Penelope’s pussy, which was still planted firmly on Debbie’s mouth.

My eyes were turned up to watch Penelope lift herself up, giving Debbie a chance to gulp a couple lungfuls of air before dropping her ass right back down on Debbie’s face. She rode Debbie with the same intensity she’d shown while sucking my cock.

Penelope looked down and saw me watching. She flashed me her trademark dirty little smirk.

“Do you like watching me sit on Debbie’s face?” Penelope asked. “Does it turn you on to see me smothering her with my pussy?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

“It turns me on too,” Penelope said. “It makes my pussy so fucking wet. Do you want to see how wet it is?”

I nodded.

Smiling, Penelope flipped herself around so she was on her hands and knees, face-to-face with Debbie, her ass and soaking wet pussy directly above my face.

“Well,” Penelope said, turning to look back at me. “What are you waiting for? Lick that pussy just like you were licking Debbie’s.”

“If you insist,” I said, lifting my head up until it was at the same level as Penelope’s ass. After staring at her pretty little pussy for a moment, I dove in, burying my face between her legs.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Penelope said as I explored her insides with my tongue. “Get in there. Smash that face against my pussy.”

So I did, pressing my head forward until my entire universe existed solely of Penelope’s insides. Her juices covered my face, filled up my every pore, and I breathed her smell into my lungs.

Feeling bad for Debbie, I felt around with my fingers until I found her pussy. Then I slipped three fingers inside her, banging away at her snatch while I ate out Penelope’s pussy.

I kept my face buried in Penelope’s pussy for what seemed like an eternity before finally pulling back to get some air.

As I breathed in, I watched Penelope and Debbie making out some more, their lips pressed together and their hands running up and down each other’s bodies.

I slid my fingers out of Debbie’s snatch and slipped them directly into Penelope’s. She uttered a little groan and turned to look back at me.

“Fuck my tight little pussy with your fingers,” she said. “Bang me like there’s no tomorrow.”

I did as I was told, hammering my fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy, finger-fucking her.

“Harder,” Penelope said, her breath ragged. “Give it to me harder!”

I climbed to my feet to give myself more leverage and started banging away at her with everything I had.

“There we go,” Penelope said. “That’s what I’m taking about!” And then she thrust her tongue back into Debbie’s mouth and they continued making out, more aggressively than before.

After banging away at Penelope for a bit, I felt a hand around my cock and realized that Debbie had reached down and started stroking me. This just got me more excited and I started pounding away at Penelope’s snatch even harder, causing her to moan and groan like never before.

A few seconds after that, Debbie guided my cock towards her pussy and scooted her body forward, forcing my cock inside her. Her pussy was dripping wet and smooth as silk.

“Holy shit,” I moaned as her warmth engulfed me.

I was in a slightly awkward position, on my feet but crouching down, my fingers still inside Penelope’s snatch making it difficult to do much moving around. But Debbie took care of that, moving her body forward and back, fucking my cock with her pussy.

It felt so good that I didn’t even realize I’d stopped banging Penelope until she called me on it. My fingers were still planted in her pussy but were no longer moving.

“What the hell happened?” she asked, turning her upper body to look back at me. Then she saw what was going on. “Oh,” she said with a laugh. “Now I understand.”

Penelope climbed to her feet, forcing my fingers from her pussy and allowing me to shift my position, giving me more leverage over Debbie. Now, with my knees on the couch, I grabbed ahold of Debbie’s ankles and pushed back on them, holding her legs against the back of the couch and folding her in half.

With this newfound leverage, I was able to pummel Debbie’s pussy, hammering away at her, my body slamming into hers, causing her to yelp repeatedly.

There was a slightly pained look on her face, which forced me to slow things down a bit and not give it to her quite so hard.

“What are you doing?” Penelope said. She had climbed to her feet and was standing behind the couch, facing me, looking down on us.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still fucking Debbie.

“You let up on her,” Penelope said. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

I shrugged.

“It’s because she had a pained look on her face, isn’t it?” Penelope said.

I shrugged again. “Maybe.”

“Fuck that,” Penelope said. “That look just means you’re doing things properly.” Looking down at Debbie, she added, “Isn’t that right?”

With her face still screwed up in a mask of discomfort, Debbie nodded her head.

“You like getting pounded, don’t you Debbie?” Penelope said.

Debbie nodded again. “I love it,” she said, her voice as soft and shy as ever. “Fuck that little pussy with everything you have. Give me all you got. I can take it.”

Something about hearing that shy, soft voice talk dirty to me was intoxicating. It turned me on more than anything so far. And I certainly couldn’t defy it. So I positioned myself for maximum leverage and started hammering away at Debbie harder than ever before.

“There you go,” Penelope said. “That’s much better, right Debbie?”

Debbie nodded emphatically. The look of discomfort had returned to her face but this time I didn’t let it faze me. In fact, it fueled me to fuck her even harder.

“That’s a good boy,” Penelope said. She’d grabbed ahold of Debbie’s legs and held them in place back behind her head, allowing me to grip the back of the couch and give myself even more leverage than ever before. “Fuck that tight little pussy. Show her what it’s like to get fucked by a real man. Break her in half. Fucking destroy her! Don’t let up until she cums. Not until she cums all over your cock.”

And so I did, pounding away at Debbie until her entire body tensed up and then released in a burst as an orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook and her mouth was open in a silent scream and her eyes were wide for a good five seconds before she relaxed once again.

“Very good,” Penelope said, coming around the side of the couch as I paused to catch my breath. My cock was still inside Debbie but I wasn’t moving against her. “Now it’s my turn. I hope you have some more energy. Because you don’t get to cum until I do.”


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