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Michael Scott Taylor

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Tory Mynx

JT Holland

Dirk Rockwell

Tommy Sins

Vicki Harper

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Peter was on his way back to his house after a three mile run when he saw Shawna for the first time. At five and a half feet tall, with a thin, athletic body that had seen its fair share of time in the gym, tits that were spilling out of her shirt, long, shapely legs, a sharp, angular face, and silky brown hair, Shawna was incredibly sexy. She looked to be somewhere around thirty years old at first glance, making her ten years his elder, which was exactly how he liked his women. But her age didn’t really matter all that much, it was just a bonus. All Peter knew was that she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen in the flesh.

Shawna parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as Peter got to her driveway. He glanced up at her, saw that she was looking right at him, and decided not to avert his eyes, even as she returned his stare. In fact, she was checking him out just as intensely as he was checking her out. More so, actually.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked. She was looking at him with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

Peter stopped in front of her. They were about five feet away from each other. Peter was already finished with his run, so he figured he might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. He looked her up and down, just as she had done to him. She was wearing high-heeled sandals, jean shorts and a white bikini top and she wore them well.

“That depends,” Peter said. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

Peter laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute woman for boy, of course.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

“Excuse me?” Peter asked, a little smile masking his disbelief.

“What? Did I stutter?” she said.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

Peter considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with him. He was generally considered to be a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company a few years back, and he was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

“You’re serious?” Peter asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

Peter pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was an incredibly attractive woman, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

“Sure,” Peter said. “What the fuck.”

“Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

So Peter did.

She unlocked the door and held it open for him. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Shawna.”

“I’m Peter,” he replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a nice place, furnished with expensive things. Peter idly wondered what Shawna did to be able to afford such nice stuff. Or if she had a husband, or maybe an ex.. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

“Nice to meet you, Peter,” Shawna said, closing the door behind them.

She took his hand and led him across the living room. His eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her shorts. It was tight and tiny, exactly how Peter liked them. It was obvious Shawna spent her fair share of time in the gym.

They went through the first door on the right. It was another well-furnished room, consisting of a huge plasma screen TV, a couple of oak bookshelves, a massive stereo system and a king-sized bed.

Peter closed the door behind them and when he turned around, Shawna was already on her knees, her hands pulling down his flimsy running shorts and briefs Peter wore underneath.

“Okay, then,” Peter said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

“Yes it is,” Shawna said right before she took his cock in her mouth.

His cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Shawna worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. Which, based on how things were going so far, she probably had. Peter had no idea. But again, Peter wasn’t complaining.

Shortly after his cock was hard, Shawna stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. Peter followed suit, stripping his shirt off and slipping out of his socks and shoes.

Once they were both naked, she spun him around so his back was facing the bed, then gave him a little shove, pushing him down onto the covers, falling on top of him as Peter came crashing down.

Before they had even stopped bouncing, Shawna was climbing on top of him, one leg on each side of him, straddling him. She grabbed ahold of his cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and started slowly grinding on his cock.

It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With his hands on her waist, she worked his cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping him from getting too comfortable.

Peter ran his hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her large, perky tits. Peter played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

Staring down at him, Shawna’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto his body with more and more force. Both of them were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

She leaned forward and put her hands on his chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto his cock even more aggressively.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

Shawna hammered down on him a couple more times then climbed off his cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between his legs.

Staring directly at him, she ran her tongue up and down his cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on his, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

Peter nodded, unsure of whether he could even speak at that point.

Sensing his trepidation, Shawna laughed, then took his cock in her mouth and started to blow him proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping his cock in her hand, she jerked him off, still maintaining eye contact.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” Peter said, finding his voice.

“It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes it does,” Peter replied.

Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on his cock and turned around.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, Shawna stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at Peter as he sat there, staring at her.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so,” Peter said.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

Peter didn’t have a good answer, so he climbed to his knees and slid his body in behind hers. He grabbed ahold of his cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that Peter was afraid of giving her too much of his cock for fear that he wouldn’t last very long inside her if he did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into him, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against him hard enough that Peter was losing his balance. He grabbed ahold of Shawna’s hips and started moving forward as she moved back, their bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but they quickly settled into a nice rhythm.  

They continued on like this, their bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Shawna’s breath was growing more rapid, as was Peter’s, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from their mouths.

Peter grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming his cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, their bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Shawna shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned him, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

Shawna turned her head and looked back at him, and somehow knew exactly what Peter was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

So Peter did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

This drove him crazy with lust, and Peter started hammering his cock into her even more aggressively.

“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

And Shawna was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while Peter continued pounding away at her.

Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off him. Before Peter had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around his cock .

Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow him, moving her head back and forth while Peter looked down at her. Shawna worked his cock like a champ, jerking him off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping him on his toes.

One of her hands slid down to his ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow him. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took his cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging his balls.

Peter let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at him with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

“Of course Peter do,” Peter said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

She flashed him a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

“Oh I do,” Peter said. “I most definitely do.”

Peter climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of Shawna’s legs and pulled her towards him. Giggling, she scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, Peter spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to his knees. Peter shot her a quick glance, then buried his face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

Peter started working it with his tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Shawna made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, Peter stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. Peter was too, totally digging the control he had over her while he was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

Peter glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, he got his fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while he moved his tongue up and dug it into her clit.

This set Shawna off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched his fingers and his mouth with its juices.

Feeling his own orgasm creeping ever closer, Peter slid his fingers out of her pussy and pulled his tongue away from her clit and climbed to his feet.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Shawna said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

“Thanks,” Peter said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

“If you insist,” Peter said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of his cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed his cock immediately.

Peter tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So he didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

Shawna threw her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving him a better angle to work with and allowing his cock deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, his palms on the bed, elbows locked out, Peter pummeled her with everything he had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath him.

She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

“Almost,” Peter replied.

“Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” Peter said.

Peter pumped his cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid his cock out of her pussy.

Shawna climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of him. She grabbed the base of his cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of his shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of his cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing his cum from him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Peter said under his breath as his body took the final steps towards orgasm.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Shawna continued sucking his cock right up until the moment his sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off his cock and jerk him off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

Peter spasmed four times before falling still.

Shawna’s tits were covered in his sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at him, she took his cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from him before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

Peter fell down next to her. Both their backs were on the covers and their eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

“I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” Peter said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

“I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

“None at all,” Peter said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”






Famous people are always complaining about the downsides to fame. Being chased by the paparazzi, getting recognized everywhere you go, people thinking they know you because they’ve seen you on television; the list goes on and on. But don’t listen to those blowhards who complain that fame just isn’t worth it. They’re full of shit. The benefits far, far outweigh the negatives.

Being famous opens up all sorts of opportunities that are never available to the common man. Invitations to the best parties, hanging out with other rich and famous people, and hopping around the world on your private jet are just a few.

But one of the most important benefits to being famous is the wealth that comes with it. Wealth is important because it allows you to go pretty much whatever you want. Two-month vacation in Hawaii? No problem. Fly to Europe for a couple of days? Done. Go hide at a mountain resort away from civilization for some down time? Piece of cake.

Not to mention the ability to buy your way out of most kinds of trouble. It’s amazing how easily you can get out of a dicey situation with enough money, whether it be with a civilian, a jilted lover, or even the law.

And it helps mightily with the women too . With enough money, even the ugliest guy can get pretty much whatever woman he wants, whether it be explicitly paying a gorgeous woman to have sex with him or doing it the traditional way by buying her dinner and drinks and a bunch of nice things. Either way, most of the time, it comes down to the money.

Take Josh Evans, for example. After 20+ years in the Big Leagues, he’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Which, by itself, would get him pretty much whatever woman he wanted, with just a little work. But add movie-star looks and a killer personality into the mix in addition to the money and fame and you’ve got women falling all over their three-inch fuck-me heels to get to him.

Josh, quite literally, has his pick of the litter pretty much wherever he goes, and he always takes advantage of it. Because there’s nothing he enjoys more than having filthy, nasty, deviant sex with a gorgeous woman.




Tonight Josh is in San Diego for the first night of the new baseball season. The Padres had an opening-day celebration and they invited a bunch of former players to partake. After the game there was a reception at the W Hotel, followed by a private party. As per usual at these events, an inordinate number of young, incredibly hot women found their way inside, including one that Josh has had his eye on for some time.

She’s a tall, thin, dirty-blonde with a golden tan and a face that’s sexy as hell. A surfer girl, no more than twenty-five years old, with long, athletic legs and an incredible ass. She’s wearing a short black dress that leaves very little to the imagination and black, 3-inch platform heels. Her tits are small but perky as hell, with nipples that have been poking a hole in her dress all evening.

And best of all (at least from Josh’s point of view) she’s been watching him for the last ten minutes or so, not even bothering to try and hide her interest.

Josh excuses himself from his fellow ex-ballplayers and makes his way over to her. She tells him her name is Sandy. He starts to tell her his name but she already knows exactly who he is. And what kind of man he is. A nasty one, with preferences that run into the extreme. And she’s fine with that. Looking forward to it, actually. Because she’s into the same kind of things he is.

They pound a couple of shot together and then head up to his suite to pound each other.




Sandy stands with her back to Josh. Her long, dirty-blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, ending in the middle of her back. She’s wearing nothing but a black g-string and her heels. Her black dress and pink bra are lying on the floor by her side. She’s leaning over at the waist, her hands on the wall for balance, her legs perfectly straight, her big, round, perfect ass sticking out.

Looking over her shoulder at Josh, Sandy slaps her ass cheek. She giggles and then slaps it again. She hooks her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slips them off, bending her body as she slowly slides her panties off with her fingers still hooked around them the entire time

Completely bent over now, Sandy looks at Josh from between her legs and beckons him over. Then she reaches back with her hands, grabs an ass cheek with each one of them, and spreads her ass, opening herself up to him.

Josh climbs off the couch and walks towards her. He drops to his knees and buries his face between her ass cheeks.

He goes to town, licking and sucking on her pussy, running his tongue up and down it, moving from her pussy to her asshole and back again while she continues holding her ass cheeks wide open, giving him easy access to all her openings.

Sandy releases her ass cheeks and transfers her hands to the back of Josh’s head. Gripping his hair, she pulls him further into her, until she is smothering him with her ass, his tongue buried deep in her pussy, his nose pressing up against her asshole.

After a good ten seconds, Sandy releases her hold on him, giving Josh a chance to breathe. Smiling, he climbs to his feet.

Sandy raises her body so she’s standing straight up, facing the wall.

Josh pushes his body up against hers. The tip of his rock-hard cock is pressing up against the small of Sandy’s back, his ballsack riding the crack of her ass. He reaches around her body and grabs ahold of her tits and starts fondling them.

Sandy reaches back and grabs his cock and starts playing with it, jerking him off as best she can from this angle. He pinches one of her nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by low moan.

Sandy leans back and turns her head and they start making out, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths recklessly. She grinds her ass up against Josh with enough force that he almost loses his balance.

Josh pulls his mouth off of Sandy’s, grabs her shoulders, and pushes her upper body against the wall, her palms and one side of her face flat against it. He drops to his knees again, kissing and licking her skin as he makes his way down.

Once Josh is on the floor, he grabs ahold of Sandy’s hips and pulls, forcing her to arch her back and stick her ass out. He spanks her ass a couple of times then opens up her ass cheeks and goes to town on her butthole. He explores the edges of her anus with his tongue, getting it all wet and slippery before sliding his tongue in as deep as he can, probing her insides.

Sandy slips her hand down her body and starts rubbing her clit while Josh works her asshole. Unintelligible moans of pleasure escape from her mouth as she shakes and shimmies. She tenses up for a second then releases as an orgasm racks her body.

Looking up the length of Sandy’s body, Josh can see her staring back at him. Her mouth is slightly open and a look of pure pleasure is on her face. With their eyes locked together, Josh slaps Sandy’s ass, eliciting a little yelp from her mouth. Josh stands up, grabs ahold of his cock, then slides it into Sandy’s dripping wet pussy.

Despite the snug fit, it slips in easily, thanks to Sandy’s highly excited state. Josh pushes his hips forward, forcing his cock all the way inside her. Leaning his head in towards hers, he chews on her earlobe and makes his way down her neck, softly biting her skin as he moves.

After fondling her breast for a bit, Josh leans back to give himself more leverage. With one hand around Sandy’s waist and the other planted firmly on the underside of her ass cheek, holding her pussy open, Josh pounds away, moving his cock in and out of her with a rapidly growing intensity, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy at the end of each thrust.

Josh gives it to Sandy hard and fast for a little while, then slows things down a bit, spreading out his legs and putting his hands on her hips and giving her his cock in long, deep thrusts.

Maintaining a medium pace, he pounds away at her pussy, his body slamming up against hers at the tail-end of every thrust. He holds his cock there, deep inside her, for a couple seconds before sliding it back out and hammering it back into her again. Josh occasionally slaps Sandy’s ass to keep her on edge, and she responds with a surprised little yelp every time.

Almost two minutes later, Josh slides his cock out of Sandy’s pussy and spins her around. He pulls her in towards him and sticks his tongue in her mouth. They make out, their hands exploring each other’s bodies while they kiss.

Eventually Sandy drops to her knees, wraps her hand around the shaft of Josh’s rock-hard cock, and starts licking the tip. Smiling up at him, she takes the head of his cock and sticks it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she blows him, her mouth working the tip of his cock while her hand works the shaft.

Sandy pulls her head back, spits on Josh’s cock, works the saliva in with her hand, then dives back in. This time she uses only her mouth, taking his cock more than halfway down, using his ass cheeks to pull her head forward. She holds his cock in her mouth for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling away.

Sandy grabs Josh’s hands and places them on the back of her head. Looking up at him, her eyes filled with need, she opens her mouth.

Josh takes it from there, sliding his cock into Sandy’s waiting mouth. Holding her head in place, he forces his cock as far inside her as it will go.

She’s almost able to take the whole thing in her mouth before gagging, forcing Josh to pull back.

After catching her breath, Sandy turns her gaze back up to Josh and opens her mouth again. She wants more. Josh has no problem with that.

Smiling, he slides his cock back into her mouth. This time it gets about three-quarters of the way in before she starts to gag. But Josh doesn’t stop, continuing to force his cock further into her mouth.

Sandy coughs again and tears drip down her face, smearing her mascara, but she still shows no signs of him wanting to stop, so Josh continues pushing forward until his cock completely disappears inside her mouth.

Josh lets go of Sandy’s hair, giving her a chance to pull away, but she stays put, deepthroating him without assistance for another couple of seconds before releasing his cock from her mouth.

Sandy’s head flies back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving and saliva dripping down her chin. She has a big smile on her face.

Josh bends down so their heads are at the same level, then sticks his tongue in her mouth. While they make out, Josh slides his hand down her body and slips two fingers into her pussy.

Sandy returns the favor, grabbing his cock and jerking him off while they continue to swap spit.

Eventually Josh pulls away. He puts his hands on Sandy’s shoulders and pushes down on them, putting her onto her hands and knees.

Sandy drops to the floor, her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air. Josh slaps her on the ass then falls to his knees behind her and scoots forward until their bodies are almost touching.

Leaning forward, Josh spits on her asshole, then works it with his tongue, licking around the outside of her anus before sliding the tip inside her. Once his tongue has loosened her up again, he pulls it out and replaces it with his thumb. Using a combination of her pussy juice and his saliva as a lubricant, he works his thumb deeper and deeper inside her anus, opening her up even more.

She reaches back with one of her hands and starts rubbing her pussy. This seems to help loosen her asshole up even more, so Josh decides to take things a step further. With his free hand he grabs his cock and slides it into her pussy.

Sandy lets out a shuddering little groan and slides her palms along the floor, straightening out her arms, forcing her head and shoulders to the carpet. Turning her head so she’s looking back, watching Josh as he fucks her, she starts backing her body into his, allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

Sandy reaches back with both hands and grabs ahold of her ass cheeks and spreads them wide, opening herself up even further to Josh. He slips his thumb out of her asshole, leaving it gaping, and grabs ahold of her waist, giving him more leverage and allowing him to pummel her even more aggressively.

Grunting with exertion, Josh gives her his entire cock, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust. Her moans have turned to screams and her hands are holding her ass cheeks even more open than before, forcing her asshole to gape even wider. It’s beckoning him, just begging to be fucked.

So Josh obliges, pulling his cock out of Sandy’s pussy and climbing to his feet so she’s squatting over her. He grabs ahold of his cock and steps forward until the tip is just barely touching the outside of her asshole. He keeps it there for a moment, the head of his cock poised right on the edge of entering her, then takes a deep breath and slides his cock into her asshole.

Sandy utters a deep, shuddering moan followed by a couple of F-bombs.

Josh starts off by fucking her ass slowly, but quickly realizes it’s unnecessary. Sandy’s asshole is wide open and ready to accept whatever he has to offer. Pressing down on the small of her back, he pummels her ass, giving her his entire cock in fast, aggressive thrusts. She’s screaming louder, obviously enjoying getting fucked in the ass.

Josh slows things down for a moment, hammering his cock into her in slower but no-less-aggressive pumps. His balls slap against her pussy and her ass jiggles as he slams into her hard enough to make her flinch when their bodies come together.

Josh slides his hands back to Sandy’s ass and spreads them apart while continuing to pound her, causing her screams to get even louder as his cock reaches previously unexplored depths.

Sandy’s upper body is turned slightly, allowing her to look up at Josh and watch as he fucks her ass. He stares down at her, getting just as much enjoyment from watching the mixture of pleasure and pain on her face as he is from the feeling of his cock in her ass.

Wanting to mix things up, Josh drops back down to his knees, back into the traditional doggy style position. He looks his arms under her shoulders and lifts her upper body up so her back is parallel with the floor. She puts her palms flat on the floor to hold her position and he goes back to fucking her ass.

Pressing down on her lower back, Josh forces Sandy to arch her spine, showing off her vertebrae and shoulder blades and back muscles. Josh grabs a handful of her hair and yanks back, eliciting of banshee-like screech and forcing Sandy to arch her back even further to alleviate the pressure. This allows Josh a better angle into her asshole and even deeper access to her insides.

With Sandy’s chin tilted up and her face looking at the ceiling, her neck is pulled tight, turning her screams into high-pitched whimpers. The sounds of distress are threatening to push Josh over the edge so he releases his hold on her hair, easing the pressure and allowing her to relax.

Sandy drops her head and takes a couple of deep breaths while Josh slows things down, holding his cock deep in her ass for a few seconds before pulling it out. He smacks her on the ass a couple times and she turns around to face him like a dog at heel.

Without him having to say a word, Sandy lies down with her chest to the floor, and scoots towards Josh until her face is directly in front of his hard cock. She sticks out her tongue and starts licking her ass juices off of it, then opens her mouth and swallows his cock, taking it three-quarters of the way down and holding it there for a couple of seconds before pulling off.

Josh grabs a pillow from the nearby couch and lies down with his back to the floor, putting his head on the pillow so he can see without straining his neck.

Sandy lifts her body up and continues working his cock with her mouth, mixing things up like a pro, bobbing her head up and down on it, turning her head sideways and licking it all over, sucking on the tip while working the shaft with her hand. And then she starts to get creative.

Sandy puts her hands under Josh’s legs and pushes them back and out, opening him up and lifting his hips off the ground a little bit. She grabs ahold of his cock and starts jerking him off while wrapping her lips around his ballsack.

After sucking on Josh’s balls for a little bit Sandy lets them go and moves her tongue down, licking his taint a couple times before dropping her head down a little more and going after his asshole.

Flicking her tongue quickly in and out of her mouth, Sandy licks the outside of  Josh’s asshole, getting it nice and wet. It isn’t long before she’s running her whole tongue up it, starting from the bottom of his asshole and making her way up past it to his taint with every pass.

Still jerking him off, Sandy goes after Josh’s asshole more aggressively, sticking the tip of her rigid tongue inside it before pulling it back out again. She releases her hold on his cock and puts both hands under his ass and lifts, rolling him up so all his weight is on his shoulders and his ass is sticking up in the air.

Rising so her head is even with Josh’s ass, Sandy places one hand on each of his ass cheeks, and spreads them apart, opening up his asshole even more to her. Then she starts to go after it more aggressively, burying her face between his legs and working his asshole with her mouth, licking and sucking and sliding her tongue in as far as it will go.

As Josh moans in pleasure beneath her, Sandy holds her tongue deep in his asshole for a few seconds before pulling back to catch her breath. She’s looking down his folded-over body at him, staring deep into his eyes, a  deviant little smile on her face.

She gives him a wink and dives back in, sliding her tongue back inside his asshole, her eyes still staring down at him. He reaches up and grabs the back of her head and pulls her into him, pressing her face against his flesh, forcing her tongue even deeper inside of him, smashing her nose up against his balls, practically smothering her.

After a good ten seconds, Sandy slaps him on the ass. Josh releases her head, giving her a chance to breathe. His legs fall back to the ground. She grabs ahold of his cock, holding it straight up, and steps forward, one leg on either side of his body, her ass positioned directly above his cock.

With both feet planted firmly on the floor, Sandy squats down and slips Josh’s cock into her asshole, letting out a soft moan as it slides in. She releases his cock and places her hands on his chest for balance, then starts working his cock in and out of her asshole, taking the entire thing in long, slow strokes.

Staring down at Josh, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, Sandy impales herself on his cock, her leg muscles flexing as she moves her entire body up and down at a continually faster pace, her ass hammering down on Josh’s cock at the bottom of every thrust.

With her body moving faster and faster, Sandy is having trouble keeping her balance. So she drops to her knees, straddling Josh properly, and goes back to work, hammering her ass down on his body with even more aggression.

Josh reaches up and grabs ahold of Sandy’s perky, perfectly-sized tits, squeezing them tightly, trying to stave off his orgasm for a little bit longer. When this only has a minimal effect, he gives one of her tits a smack.

Sandy doesn’t object.

In fact, based on an increase in her moans and the intensity in which she’s slamming her body down onto him, she seems to enjoy it. So Josh gives her other tit a smack. She responds by screaming louder and pummeling him even more.

Josh starts slapping away at her tits repeatedly, trading off from one to the other, upping the force with every smack. Screaming wildly now, Sandy arches her back, pressing her tits more prominently out and giving Josh even more of a target. He takes advantage, slapping away at her tits until the room is filled with the dueling sounds of Sandy’s flesh getting smacked and her screams of pleasure.

Sandy’s hand flies down to her pussy and she slips two fingers into her snatch and finger-fucks herself with growing desperation, her fingers hammering in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon while she continues to slam down on Josh, filling her asshole up with his cock.

While Josh slaps away at her tits, both of their excitement rising with every smack, Sandy’s body tenses up and the corner of her mouth turns up in a silent scream and her fingers freeze deep inside her pussy.

A couple seconds later Sandy’s body releases, as does her locked-up throat. She shakes and shimmies atop Josh as her mouth utters a string of obscenities and her pussy unleashes a torrent of juices, squirting all over his stomach and chest.

Sandy quickly climbs off Josh. Still on her knees, she leans over and starts licking her juices off of Josh’s flesh, her eyes locked on his the entire time. Once she’s licked him clean of her pussy juices, she tilts her head back and swallows it all, then returns her gaze to his and smiles. An invitation if there ever was one.

Josh scrambles out from beneath Sandy and climbs to his feet. She stays on her knees in front of him, her head turned up towards him, her eyes begging for his cum, her mouth wide open, waiting for his cock.

Josh gives it to her, sliding it between Sandy’s lips and continuing to push forward until she’s taken the entire thing. Once his cock is affixed firmly in her throat, he puts his hands on the back of her head to keep her in place and starts pumping his hips forward and back, throat-fucking her while she gags and coughs behind his cock.

Looking down at Sandy, watching her body squirm beneath him while she pines for breath, Josh can feel an orgasm rushing forward. He throat-fucks her even more aggressively, forcing his cock as deep as it will go and making her struggle even more, which turns him on even further, until he can no longer take it.

Josh continues fucking Sandy’s throat even as he cums, sending his hot sperm rocketing out while his cock is still deep in her mouth, shooting it straight down her throat and directly into her stomach. He continues to pump her mouth in time with his spurts until he’s completely empty before finally allowing his cock to slip out of her mouth.

Sandy takes it like a champ, smiling up at him even as she gasps for breath. Her mascara is running down her cheek and her face is a wet, sloppy mess but other than that she’s no worse for wear. And the look on her face says that she’s thoroughly enjoyed herself tonight. Just as Josh has.

Josh helps Sandy to her feet and points her to the shower. Ten minutes later she’s on her way home and Josh is off to bed. He needs his rest. Tomorrow is another day, with plenty of more gorgeous women out there just waiting to get fucked.






First off, let me state right up front that I love escorts. I’ve been using them since I was 18 and I don’t expect the practice to end anytime soon. People always ask me why don’t I have a conventional relationship. Paying for sex is just so . . . nasty, they say. To which I reply, that’s exactly why I do it. Sometimes I feel like a nasty guy and it’s a hell of a lot easier to get truly down and dirty with a woman that you don’t have to worry about seeing ever again, unless you specifically choose to. I mean, seriously, do you want to kiss your girlfriend the morning after you came in her mouth? Or have her rub her hands through your hair the morning after she had her finger in your ass? Okay, don’t answer that. Maybe you do. But I sure as hell don’t. No, I’d rather live with the memory of that perfect night in my head, forever untainted, than deal with the reality of spending the next day together as human beings. I love the animal aspects of sex, the grinding, the sweating, the willingness to do things that you’d never consider doing under the harsh light of day. But the human part, the dealing with feelings and emotions and all that? No thanks. I deal with enough of that as it is; at work, with my family and friends, hell, even just observing strangers causes more anxiety than I like to deal with. No, I want my sex straight up, with no chaser. I want to fuck like an animal, without restraint, without having to think about the consequences in the morning, without having to wake up in bed the morning with my partner beside me and be embarrassed, to wonder what she thinks of me, of whether or not she liked it as much as I thought she did. I want to live in my dream world. I want my escort. I want to fuck. And so do you. After all, that’s what you bought this story, right? To read about the nasty stuff? Not to hear me ramble. So here you go. Enjoy. 




She arrives at the door two minutes early, rings the bell. I looked out the peephole to check her out, my dick already hard in anticipation. The fish lens distorts her features just a bit, but nothing short of a circus funhouse mirror could have made her anything less than fucking perfect. She looked great: Long dark hair, lots of eye shadow behind her sunglasses, red lipstick, her full, pouty lips turned up in a huge, innocent smile. Not too much makeup, showing off her lightly-freckled nose. She was even chewing gum, topping off the fantasy perfectly. Looking like she was straight out of high school, the epitome of my ideal girl when I was first hitting puberty.

I open the door and let her in. She’s a tiny little spinner, no more than 5’2” and somewhere right around 90 pounds. A full foot shorter than me and less than half my weight. She’s wearing a white, sleeveless t-shirt over a black bra. Her tan, flat stomach leads to the ultra-short jean shorts, which in turn lead to her tanned, skinny but still shapely legs, all the way to the sandals covering her tiny little feet.

“So, what do you think?” she says, striking a pose. Her voice is bubbly, innocent. She plays the part like a pro. Which, of course, she is.

“I think you’re perfect,” I say.

Her smile widens. “Ahh, aren’t you sweet.” She sticks the tips of her finger in her mouth and giggles, then turns to check out the room. The bottom of her jean shorts barely cover her tight, tiny ass. I can’t take my eyes off it. I can’t wait to see it in all its glory, bouncing on my cock

“Quite a nice room you’ve got here,” she says.

“You like it?” I say.

“I love it. It’s so big.”

She comes over and puts one arm around me and leans her head up against my chest. The top of her head barely reaches my chin. She drops her hand down to my crotch and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “And it feels like you’ve got something else big waiting for me, too.”

“Maybe,” I say.

She giggles and slips out of her sandals. Then she turns around and gets up on her toes and presses the top of her ass against my crotch and starts to wiggle and shimmy. My cock is rock hard. It’s pressing up against my jeans as she rubs up and down against it.

Smiling, she turns her head and looks up at me. “So what’s on the menu for tonight?”

“Whatever you can take,” I say.

“I can take whatever you can dish out,” she says.

“We’ll see about that.” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair and spin her around so she’s facing me.

She yelps; part pleasure, part surprise, part pain. “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

“Yes it is,” I say.

I place my hand on top of her head and start to push. Not gentle, not rough, just guiding her down. Showing her the way. She goes willingly. Knowingly. And then her head is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her teeth biting the corner of her bottom lip.

“Is this what you like?” she says. “Pushing girls like me around? Making us do what you want?” There’s no malice in her voice, no fear. If anything there’s a bit of humor, as though she’s taunting me.

I nod.

“Then what are you waiting for big boy?” she says. “Pull it out and let’s see what you got.”

I undo my zipper and pull my cock out. It’s not the biggest dick in the world but it’s not the smallest either. It gets the job done. Especially when it’s as hard as it is right now. It’s stiff enough to hammer nails.

She starts to pull her shirt over her head.

I stop her. “Keep it on,” I say. Something about fucking a girl fully clothed just turns me on.

She shrugs. “Whatever you want, baby.” She turns her head to the side and spits her gum out. Then she faces me again, wraps one hand around my shaft, opens her mouth, and takes my cock inside it. She sucks the tip of my cock and strokes my shaft with her hand, working it slowly at first and gradually picking up steam, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth, slaps it against her tongue a couple of times, spits on it, then turns her head and puts it back into her mouth sideways. My cock presses against the inside of her cheek, poking on the skin, creating an unnatural bulge in her face. She pops my cock out the side of her mouth and presses it up against my stomach and licks my balls, staring up at me the whole time, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck my face,” she says as she adjusts her hands so they’re clenching the back of my legs, just below my butt. “Come on, baby, fuck my pretty little face.”

I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards me while at the same time thrusting my hips forward, driving my cock into her waiting mouth. I pump my hips faster, faster, faster still, her lips now pressing tightly against my cock, creating a seal, her saliva glistening on my cock as I draw it nearly all the way out, stick it back in, draw it out, stick it in, draw it out, stick it in over and over and over again, pumping faster and faster, slamming it deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat. She makes gasping, gagging sounds but her eyes are locked on mine and she’s begging with them, pleading for more. I grab the back of her head and thrust one final time and hold it her head there for one, two, three, four, five seconds, my cock deep in her throat, her nose pressing up against the bottom of my stomach.

She starts to gag. I pull my cock out. It’s glistening with her saliva. She coughs and hacks and spits on my cock, then starts stroking it with her hand. Her mascara is running down her face and saliva is dripping down her chin.  

Smiling, she says, “Give me more, baby. I want more.”

I bend down and guide her to the floor. She’s on her back, her hair spread out around her head, still fully clothed. I slide her shirt up but don’t take it all the way off, uncovering her small but firm tits and rock-hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. I do the same with her shorts, pulling them down just a bit, exposing her g-string but not slipping them past her knees. Trapping her legs together. Her panties I simply move to the side, exposing her smooth, freshly shaved vagina.

I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.

She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.

I pinch her rock-hard nipples and rub them between my fingertips; not softly but not too hard. She moans in pleasure and tries to squirm away. But I don’t let go. Making a guttural sound that’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, she shimmies and slides underneath me but I hold on, still rubbing them between my finger tips, increasing the pressure every few seconds. Her feet start to beat against the floor and her breath is coming more quickly now. I squeeze harder just for a moment then finally let go. She yelps and gives me the evil eye. But behind it is a nasty smile. I give her a moment to catch her breath.

“You like that?” I say.

“Hell yeah,” she says. “Give me some more.”

I slap one of her tits, not lightly but not with too much force.

“You like that too?” I say.

“Love it,” she says.

I slap her other tit.

“Harder,” she says.

I do so. First the right, then the left.

“Harder,” she says.

So I do.

She moans.

I slap them again, harder this time.

She yelps.

And yet again, harder still.

She screams and bites down on her bottom lip, shakes her head from side to side. A tremor runs through her body. Her breath is ragged, labored.

“You’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” I say.

“You’re damn right,” she says. “Now come up here. I want to taste you.”

I turn around and back up until I’m sitting on her face. I drop my balls into her mouth. She suckles them, first one at a time, then both at the same time. She reaches around with her hand and strokes my cock. Then she lifts up my sack and licks my taint.

I shudder and make decide to make myself busy, lest I finish up before I’ve had a chance to fuck her proper. So I slip my hand down her body until I’m fingering her snatch. It’s soaking wet, practically dripping. Her thighs are still close together, held there by the jeans which are still only halfway down her legs. But there’s enough of an opening for me to get my hand in there. I start off with one finger, stroking it up and down her pussy lips, rubbing the outside, getting her juices flowing even further. I add another finger and stick them inside her, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up steam.

She’s starting to moan in time with my finger thrusts and her sucking of my testicles becomes more intense. I stick another finger inside her, making it three, and push them in as far as they will go, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, faster still. She’s shuddering against my fingers, moving against them as I push them in, getting every single last centimeter out of them.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she says as I continue to finger-fuck her. Her legs strain against the confines of her jeans but they can’t go anywhere. She arches her back increasing the pressure against the top part of her vagina.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” she growls in a guttural voice. “Oh god keep doing that, keep fucking me, yes, yes yes!”

I can feel her reaching orgasm so I curl the tips of my fingers and keep them inserted firmly inside her, moving them up and down slightly, just enough to rub against her rough, pebbly G-spot, eliciting another series of deep shuddering moans that nearly turn to sobs as she climaxes. She hooks her arms around my legs as the moans reach a fevered intensity. Then she shudders deeply, once, twice, three times before relaxing and catching her breath.

“Wow,” she says. “Just, wow.”

“You like that?”

“You’d better believe it.”

I slip my fingers out of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

I pick her up, carry her to the couch, and drop her on top of it. She lands on her side, giggling with delight. I grab her ankles, pull her towards me. I’m still standing at the edge of the couch, towering over her. I pull her shorts off and toss them aside. Then I drop to my knees and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy is gaping, dripping wet, beckoning.

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