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EROTIC HARDCORE DEPRAVITY 2

8 FILTHY STORIES

Featuring stories from:

Tory Mynx

JT Holland

Michael Scott Taylor

Brock Landers

Dirk Rockwell

Copyright 2018 by AE Publications

AE PUBLICATIONS

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, femdom, 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

FILTHY LESBIAN NEIGHBORS BY TORY MYNX

THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS POUNDED BY TORY MYNX

PEGGED BY HIS TWO KINKY ROOMMATES BY JT HOLLAND

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

ANAL PARTY BY BROCK LANDERS

BOMBSHELL ASS BY BROCK LANDERS

DOMINATING THE ESCORT BY DIRK ROCKWELL

THE ALPHA FEMALE TURNS THE TABLES BY TORY MYNX


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FILTHY LESBIAN NEIGHBORS

TORY MYNX


It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Ashley Thompson saw Brandi’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. Ashley was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from her living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of her and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by her feet. All around her were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

Ashley lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as she watched Brandi’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. Brandi climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to Ashley’s patio.

Brandi was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. Ashley noticed right away that Brandi was walking with more urgency than usual, as though Brandi was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As Brandi got closer, Ashley could see that Brandi’s hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. Brandi was pissed off, all right. That was certain. Ashley found himself wondering what had happened but knew she wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since Ashley had moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into Brandi’s personal life as she passed by Ashley’s patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, Ashley didn’t know if Brandi even knew her name.

But, as it turned out, Brandi did know it. And not only that, but Brandi made the first move, even though Ashley didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in Ashley’s direction as Brandi approached the entrance to Ashley’s left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Ashley, right?”

Ashley nodded, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach.

“I’m Brandi.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Brandi’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that Ashley knew who she was.

“You got any more of those smokes?” Brandi asked.

“About half a pack,” Ashley replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

“Not at all,” Ashley said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through her system.

“Cool,” Brandi said, climbing through the bushes towards Ashley’s patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

Brandi made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of Ashley’s little patio table. Ashley shook a cigarette out and handed it to Brandi. Ashley flicked her lighter open, lit Brandi’s cigarette and then Ashley’s own. Then Ashley grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered Brandi one.

“Thanks,” Brandi said.

“My pleasure,” Ashley replied.

Brandi took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. Brandi leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Ashley didn’t want to stare at Brandi but found it exceedingly difficult not to. Brandi was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way Brandi held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

Ashley was getting excited just from looking at Brandi. Which was weird, because she normally wasn’t really all that into other girls. She liked dick too much. But she had made exceptions before and was sure she would again, especially if the opportunity arose with Brandi.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Ashley said, trying to steer her mind out of the gutter.

“I don’t,” Brandi said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

“It certainly is.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Something like that.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Fair enough.”

Brandi took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“It’s just not my thing,” Ashley said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next gal, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Brandi said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” Brandi finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Ashley nearly spit her beer all over the table.

“Oh, did that get your attention?” Brandi said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Maybe just a little,” Ashley said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Brandi’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“About what?” Ashley replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, she barely even knew Brandi.

“About coming back to my place,” Brandi said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing her excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Ashley said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

“It does,” Brandi said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”


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Five minutes later they were in Brandi’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jose Cuervo,” Brandi said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

Ashley nodded towards it. “Hello there, jose.”

“Have you two met before?”

“Once or twice,” Ashley said.

“Jose is one of my best friends,” Brandi said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into wine or mixed drinks, but not me. Nope, when I want to get good and trashed I prefer my good friend Jose Cuervo. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” Brandi held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jose?”

Ashley eyed Brandi wearily, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. And whether or not it was too late to get herself out of it. Or if she even wanted to. Ashley had been with a couple of women over the years, but they’d mostly been brief experiments, and always with good friends. Nothing like this had never happened to her before, not even close. And while she wasn’t opposed to it, Ashley certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

But before Ashley could settle on a course of action, Brandi took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Ashley grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“Bottoms up,” Brandi said, effortlessly shooting the tequila.

Ashley did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

Brandi laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.

“Yeah.”

“You sure? It didn’t look like Jose treated you all that nicely.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ashley said. And to prove it, she grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

“Not bad,” Brandi said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Brandi eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Ashley wasn’t sure if the butterflies in her stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

Oh well, Ashley thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.


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Six shots later and Ashley was starting to feel the effects of the tequila. Nothing too serious yet, but she knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes she would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

Brandi was feeling it too. Ashley could see it in Brandi’s eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards Ashley and clamped them onto Ashley’s own. Brandi’s tongue darted into Ashley’s mouth and she replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

Just go with the flow, Ashley told himself. And she did, following Brandi’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. Ashley was just starting to wonder if she should take the lead into the next phase when Brandi pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Cuervo, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“So what do you say, Ashley? Do you think you can give me what I need?” Brandi asked in a drunken tilt, handing the bottle over to Ashley.

“That depends on what it is, I guess,” Ashley said.

“I need to get fucked.”

Ashley smiled took a drink. “I don’t think I can help you out with that.”

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken about that. I think you can help me. If you want to.”

“I seem to be missing one important piece of the puzzle,” Ashley said. “You know, like the most important piece of the puzzle if you want to fuck someone else.”

“What? You mean a cock?” Brandi asked, smiling.

“Uh, yeah,” Ashley said, smiling back despite herself.

“Oh, the cock is the easiest thing in the world to replace,” Brandi said. “I’ve got a strap-on with your name on it in my room right now if that’s the only thing holding you back.”

“Well, it’s not the only thing,” Ashley said.

“So you don’t want to fuck me?” Brandi asked. “Is that what your saying?”

But before Ashley could formulate an answer, Brandi spoke up again.

“Because I don’t believe you one bit,” Brandi added. “Not the way that this night has played out. No, I think . . . I know that you want to fuck me, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”

She was right, of course. Ashley wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or not, but she did want to fuck Brandi. Badly. And not only that, but she wanted to get fucked by Brandi too. Of that there was no doubt. So she said as much.

“Fine, you got me,” Ashley said. “I do want to fuck you. But not only that . . ” She trailed off before finishing, for some reason feeling embarrassed.

“But you want me to fuck you as well, don’t you?” Brandi said.

Ashley nodded sheepishly.

“Then it sounds like we have a deal,” Brandi said. “You strap-on one of my dildos and fuck me, and once that’s over, we’ll switch places and I’ll fuck you. What do you say?”

“Ah, fuck it,” Ashley said. “What the hell. Let’s do it.”

“Great!” Brandi said. “But just so you know, I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that. I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Getting it and giving it. Can you handle that?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Ashley took another swig of the tequila, then said, “Positive.” And she almost believed it.

Smiling, Brandi said, “Great. Then hold on one second.” She grabbed the bottle out of Ashley’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and left the kitchen. When she came back, she was holding a strap-on in her hand that was holding a monster, 9-inch cock.

“Holy shit that’s big,” Ashley said.

“Yeah, I’m in that kind of mood. You can pick a smaller one when it’s your turn if you want.”

Before Ashley could answer, Brandi dropped to her knees right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Ashley said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Brandi said as she yanked Ashley’s jeans open and pulled them and Ashley’s panties off without any hint of gentleness. “Now step into the and strap it on,” she said. “I’m desperate to get fucked.”

Laughing softly, Ashley did as she was told. There was no use trying to fight back, Brandi was some kind of force of nature; there was no way to deny her, so the best course of action was to go with the flow. And besides, Ashley was pretty fucking excited at the prospect of the evening.

Ashley had just got the dildo strapped on tight when Brandi wrapped her lips around Ashley’s new cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, amazing Ashley with her aggression and dexterity.

Brandi held her position—deepthroating the dildo, hands gripping Ashley’s ass, nose touching Ashley’s stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of Brandi’s hands went to the base of the dildo and grabbed on tight and started aggressively jerking Ashley off while Brandi’s other hand went between Ashley’s legs and thrust two fingers into Ashley’s pussy.

Looking up at Ashley, Brandi said “You like that? You like it when I bang your pussy while I jerk you off. Does that turn you on?”

Strangely, it did turn Ashley on. Much more than she would have imagined. So much so that she only nodded, afraid of what her voice would sound like if she tried to talk.

But Brandi was having none of that. Brandi knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Brandi said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” Ashley said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Brandi snapped.

“I love it,” Ashley said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Brandi shot back, her hand still working Ashley’s dildo, treating as though it was a real cock. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you?” Brandi added. “You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Ashley replied.

“Tell me what you want,” Brandi said.

Ashley was buzzing pretty hard from the Jose Cuervo but not quite hard enough to completely get over feeling self-conscious about the situation, so she reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though she knew it wouldn’t effect her immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes she’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of Brandi’s mouth gave her enough courage to say the words.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” Ashley said.

“Not very convincing,” Brandi said.

Ashley took another swig of tequila. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“Close,” Brandi said, the slightly psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corners of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it, Ashley thought. No reason to hold back now.

One more swig of the Cuervo, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Brandi said, smiling like the devil.

Brandi slapped Ashley’s cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing the dildo, her lips moving up and down Ashley’s shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from Brandi’s mouth as she took Ashley’s cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then Brandi’s hands were again gripping Ashley’s ass cheeks and the dildo completely disappeared in Brandi’s mouth.

“Ho-ly shit,” Ashley said as Brandi held the dildo in her throat for what seemed like an eternity.

Brandi’s eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off Ashley’s cock.

Brandi took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on Ashley’s cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered the dildo making it slippery as hell.

Brandi shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath Ashley, and started licking Ashley’s pussy.

“Holy crap,” Ashley said. The sensation was incredible, and it turned her legs into jelly, forcing her to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

After a little while, Brandi was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards Ashley. Brandi reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Ashley watched, it dropped to the floor. Brandi stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.

“Well?” Brandi said, turning her head to look back at Ashley. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”

Smiling, Ashley sat on the floor, grabbed one of Brandi’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried her face in between them.

“That’s right,” Brandi said, pushing back against Ashley and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”

Ashley went to work on Brandi’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running her tongue up and down Brandi’s snatch, sucking on Brandi’s pussy lips, sticking her rigid tongue inside Brandi. After a little while, Brandi started to ride Ashley’s tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed. Brandi’s moans grew louder with every bounce.

Reaching back, Brandi grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and pulled Ashley’s face deeper into her, practically smothering Ashley, forcing her to breath Brandi into her lungs. Ashley did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as Brandi’s wet, musky sweetness intoxicated her further.

Then Brandi was pulling Ashley’s hair, lifting her up from the ground.

“I need you inside me,” Brandi said, looking back at Ashley while she rubbed her ass against the dildo. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Ashley did as she was told, sliding the cock into Brandi’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment Ashley got it inside, Brandi slammed her ass back into Ashley, causing Ashley to lose her balance and nearly knocking her off her feet.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Ashley said, grabbing Brandi around the hips and leaning forward to better balance herself against Brandi’s thrusts.

“You’re damn right,” Brandi said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

Brandi slammed back into Ashley again, but this time Ashley was prepared for it, and drove her hips forward at the same time, slamming the dildo into her.

“There you go,” Brandi said, hammering back into Ashley again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”

Ashley laughed softly. Not only was she not used to being the one doing the fucking instead of getting fucked, having Brandi be such a dirty slut was throwing her off even more. But luckily, the Cuervo had kicked in big time, and she was starting to get used to it, even enjoy it. And then, on a whim, she decided to take more control of the situation. If Brandi wanted it hard, Ashley would give her all she could handle.

Ashley grabbed the back of Brandi’s shoulders, pulling Brandi back towards her with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Brandi’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Ashley’s hips, Brandi’s hair flying everywhere, Ashley’s cock going in and out of Brandi’s pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“Fuck yeah,” Brandi said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

Brandi threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to Ashley. And Ashley took advantage, shifting her body to give Brandi every inch of the massive dildo. Ashley’s left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of Brandi’s hair and yanked Brandi’s head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

“You like that?” Ashley said, the effects of the alcohol completely obliterating her inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” Brandi moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Ashley spanked Brandi’s ass. “What about that?” Ashley asked, still fucking Brandi like a madwoman all the while. “You like that too?”

“Yes.”

Ashley spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” Brandi screamed.

Ashley spanked Brandi’s ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

“Louder,” Ashley said.

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!”

Slap!

“YES!” Brandi screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP! I’M GONNA CUM, I’M GONNA FUCKING CUM!”

Ashley spanked Brandi’s ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around Brandi’s upper body and grabbed Brandi’s opposite shoulder and pulled Brandi closer in to her, until their heads were just inches apart. With Ashley’s opposite hand she reached out and grabbed Brandi’s breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Brandi. Grunting with exertion, Ashley continued fucking Brandi with everything she had, grinding up against Brandi’s ass, pummeling Brandi mercilessly as she screamed for more until Brandi was finally ready to cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Brandi cried, her entire body shaking and shivering as Ashley continued fucking her. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming!” Ashley slammed the dildo in and out of Brandi until finally Brandi’s orgasm passed and she stood there, panting and trying to catch her breath.

Ashley carefully slid the dildo out of Brandi’s pussy and stood there, holding it and playing with it while Brandi recovered.

“Wow,” Brandi said. “That was fucking awesome. You’re damn good at that.”

“Thanks,” Ashley said. “But I have to admit, I’m a bit jealous.”

“Why?”

“Because you got to cum,” Ashley said.

“True,” Brandi laughed. “But you’re in luck.”

“Why’s that?” Ashley asked.

“Because the night is young,” Brandi replied. “And I just happen to be in the mood to do some fucking. Do you want to trade places?”

“I’d love to,” Ashley said. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“That you fuck me as hard as I fucked you.”

Brandi smiled. “Oh, don’t worry, hon. I’m going to give it to you much harder than you gave it to me.”

“You promise?” Ashley asked.

“I swear,” Brandi said. “Now slip out of that dildo and let’s get started on round two.”

“With pleasure,” Ashley said. She was excited as she’d ever been in her life. Her only regret was that she didn’t start doing this sort of thing earlier. Women were so much more fun than men. Well, Brandi was, at least. Now it was time to find out if she fucked better than a man. Ashley was willing to bet that she was.


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As soon as Brandi had strapped on the dildo, Ashley dropped to her knees and took Brandi’s cock in her hand and started stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you know what to do with it?”

“Oh, I think I can figure it out,” Brandi said.

Ashley laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around Brandi’s cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “Wow, this thing is huge,” she added before going back to work on the dildo, treating it like it was a real cock, sucking on the tip while jerking it off, playing with Brandi’s pussy as though they were balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit.

After a minute and a half of blowing the dildo, Brandi grabbed ahold of Ashley’s hair and lifted her head up off the dildo, leaned forward, and slipped her tongue into Ashley’s mouth. Soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

Brandi grabbed ahold of Ashley’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran her hand down Ashley’s flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy. Once Ashley’s pussy was good and wet, Brandi grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch. Brandi then dropped to her knees and started eating Ashley’s pussy. Ashley let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Brandi started going at it more aggressively.

Brandi grabbed Ashley’s legs and threw them back towards Ashley, giving herself a little more leverage. Ashley hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

Brandi started off slowly, licking around the outside of Ashley’s pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After a little while, she started in on the pussy proper, lapping at Ashley’s inner sweetness by running her tongue up and down the length of Ashley’s snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking her tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying her face inside Ashley’s pussy, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

Every once in a while Brandi would venture a glance up the length of Ashley’s perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time she even noticed Ashley’s right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

Brandi filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving her tongue up to suck on Ashley’s clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. She curled her fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside Ashley until she found the rough, pebbly surface of Ashley’s G-spot.

Ashley gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, but it quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

“Right there,” Ashley said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Brandi went after Ashley’s G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as she rubbed her fingers back and forth inside Ashley as quickly as she could. Her pussy was soaking wet too; something about getting a girl off excited Brandi just as much as a girl getting Brandi off. It had always been that way for her.

Ashley’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against Brandi’s hand with her whole body, allowing Brandi deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in Brandi’s forearm, causing her to slow the pace just a bit.

“Don’t stop,” Ashley growled at Brandi. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Smiling, Brandi slid a third finger insider Ashley, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from her.

“You like that, huh?” Brandi said, climbing up alongside Ashley to release some of the pressure on her wrist and allowing her to go after Ashley with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

Ashley nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Brandi said, taunting her, relishing the power she had over Ashley.

“I fucking love it,” Ashley said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

Her smile growing wider, Brandi slammed her fingers into Ashley a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then she gave Ashley one final thrust of her fingers and held them there, deep inside Ashley, filling up Ashley’s pussy.

Ashley’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against Brandi’s fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over Brandi’s hand and started down her arm.

Brandi immediately went back to work on Ashley with her fingers but Ashley grabbed her arm and pulled it out of her pussy. With her hand wrapped around Brandi’s wrist, Ashley brought Brandi’s hand up to her face and stuck Brandi’s fingers in her mouth. Ashley’s other hand ventured down to the dildo and started slowly stroking it.

“Enough of the foreplay,” Ashley said after licking Brandi’s fingers clean of her own juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?” Brandi said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

“Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” Brandi said. She threw Ashley’s legs open and slid in between them. With the dildo in hand, Brandi guided it towards Ashley’s snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping the dildo against Ashley’s pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

Ashley’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Brandi’s dildo to slide in with ease despite its size. Ashley let out a long breath as Brandi entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Ashley said, wrapping her arms around the back of Brandi’s neck and pulling her head down until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Brandi fucked Ashley with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

Eventually Brandi pulled her mouth away from Ashley’s and leaned back and slid up onto her knees. She grabbed ahold of Ashley’s legs and threw them up over her shoulders and started to pound away, Brandi’s hips slamming down into Ashley, her cock filling up Ashley’s pussy.

“Right there, right fucking there,” Ashley said, her voice higher-pitched than before and trembling with pleasure. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

Brandi loved hearing Ashley talk dirty while they fucked and itt made her go after Ashley even more aggressively.

Brandi yanked Ashley’s legs down from around her shoulders and pushed them back and down towards Ashley so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding Ashley in half. Holding Ashley’s legs in place, Brandi once again went to work, slamming into Ashley with everything she had, her body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking Ashley into oblivion.

And it seemed to be working.

Ashley’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

Brandi let go of one of Ashley’s legs and went to work on Ashley’s breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as she fucked Ashley, getting her even more excited. Ashley’s hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans  and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

Brandi was totally into the moment, enjoying herself immensely, but still she wanted more. She wanted to push the envelope, see if she could take things are far as she thought she could, as far, indeed, as she thought Ashley wanted her to go. From what she’d seen of Ashley so far, she would have no problem with anything Brandi did, and she was pretty sure Ashley wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And Brandi got the distinct feeling that Ashley was looking for Brandi to push her.

She decided to test her theory.

Remembering Ashley’s hand around her own throat earlier, Brandi released her hold on Ashley’s breast and slid her right hand up Ashley’s chest and towards her neck.

Brandi gripped Ashley’s neck softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

Brandi was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. So she squeezed Ashley’s throat a little harder. Ashley’s smile grew a little wider. This got Brandi a little more excited, something she’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

Brandi shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so she was lying sideways on the couch with Ashley alongside her, lying mostly on her back. Brandi was partially on top of Ashley, partially to her side. Ashley’s left leg was pressed up against her body and Brandi’s arm was hooked around the back of it, pushing Ashley’s knee up against her left breast. Brandi’s right hand was gripping a fistful of Ashley’s hair and her left hand was wrapped around Ashley’s throat, choking her while Brandi was fucking her.

Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Ashley was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

Still fucking her with everything she had, Brandi tightened her grasp on Ashley’s throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Ashley’s face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

Brandi choked Ashley for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

Ashley gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once Ashley had regained her breath, she started bucking against Brandi harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

Ashley grabbed ahold of Brandi’s hair and pulled her head down until their faces were almost touching. Then Ashley craned her neck and stuck her tongue in Brandi’s mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later Ashley yanked Brandi’s head back and relaxed her hold on Brandi’s mouth. Ashley pressed her forehead against Brandi’s and stared directly into her eyes from mere centimeters away.

“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

Smiling at Ashley, taunting her again, Brandi said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Ashley said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

So Brandi obliged, once again gripping Ashley’s hair with one hand and her throat with the other. Brandi hammered her cock into Ashley’s pussy, tightening her grip on Ashley’s throat with every thrust as Ashley slammed her body back into Brandi’s.

Just like before, Brandi took Ashley right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting Brandi with desire.

“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” Brandi said.

“Not a little one,” Ashley replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

“Well then, Miss-huge-fucking-slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” Ashley said, moving her hand down to grab Brandi’s tit and give it a squeeze. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Ashley bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Brandi decided to see if Ashley meant what she said.

Brandi reared back and smacked Ashley in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Ashley’s eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” Brandi said, her smile growing bigger.

Ashley flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Brandi smacked her again, a little harder this time. Ashley’s grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

Brandi smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at Ashley’s rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack Ashley moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as Brandi slapped her. Ashley seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, Ashley’s excitement served to fuel Brandi’s lust. She grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and stood up, lifting Ashley up. Brandi spun Ashley around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of Ashley’s legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for Brandi, beckoning, the perfect height for Brandi to fuck her while standing.

Brandi sidled up to Ashley and slid the dildo into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath Brandi started slamming into Ashley, long and deep and fast, Brandi’s hands around Ashley’s hips for balance.

Ashley got into it too, bouncing her ass back into Brandi’s body with every thrust, allowing Brandi to penetrate her deeper than she would have been able to on her own.

“Oh my god,” Ashley said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Brandi said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” Ashley said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Ashley’s talking fueled Brandi’s excitement ever further. She  reached out and grabbed a handful of Ashley’s hair and yanked her head upwards while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. Brandi wrapped one hand around Ashley’s throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of Ashley’s breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, Brandi continued fucking Ashley with everything she had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

After taking Ashley nearly to the point of passing out once again, Brandi released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As Ashley was gasping for breath Brandi climbed up onto the couch so her feet were alongside Ashley’s body.  Squatting over Ashley with the dildo still inside Ashley’s pussy, Brandi pushed Ashley’s shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

Leaning forward, Brandi grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as she proceeded to pound the shit out Ashley, her hips slamming up against Ashley’s ass, their bodies smacking together loudly. Brandi hammered Ashley for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing Brandi to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring Brandi in the face, beckoning Brandi, begging to be played with.

But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as Ashley was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said quickly under her breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

And cum Ashley did, screaming and bucking and laughing wildly as she squirted everywhere while Brandi continued pummeling away at her. Once she was done, Ashley pulled her body forward, yanking the dildo from her snatch, and fell back onto the couch.

“So what happens now?” Brandi asked, sitting down next to her.

“What do you mean?”

“Is this a one-time thing? Or something that we can do every one in a while?”

“I’d definitely like to do it again,” Ashley said. “What about you?”

“Hell yes,” Brandi said. “It was fun.”

“It sure was,” Ashley said.

“Maybe next time we can even get a man involved,” Brandi said. “Double-team some poor guy and get ourselves off at the same time.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” Ashley said. “Did you have anyone specific in mind?”

“Fuck no,” Brandi said. “All the guys I know are pieces of shit. I was hoping you knew somebody.”

“Actually, I might,” Ashley said. “We used to go out and still get together every once in a while to fuck. And I know he’s be up for banging two girls at once.”

“Then set it up,” Brandi said. “Just tell me when it will work.”

“I will,” Ashley said, leaning over to give Brandi a kiss. “But right now I need to get some sleep. Between the fucking and drinking, I’m about to hit the wall.”

“I hear you there,” Brandi said.

“Do you mind if I just crash on your couch?”

“Fuck that,” Brandi said. “I’ve got a big, comfortable bed. Come on with me and we’ll sleep together.”

“I thought we already did that,” Ashley said, grinning as she stood up.

“Yeah,” Brandi said, returning the smile and climbing to her feet. “I guess we did.”

 

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THE ALPHA FEMALE GETS POUNDED

 TORY MYNX


I’m an alpha female, which means I pretty much get what I want. And tonight I want to get pounded by Andy.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

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

“How about that? You like that too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s all it takes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The dirtiest,” I say.

“Prove it,” he says.

“Tell me how.”

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

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

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

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

“Another finger,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

So he does.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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