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Copyright 2018 Dirk Rockwell


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Scott Walker is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.

He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.

 Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Scott still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.

He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Hannah plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Scott is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.

Scott has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Taylor. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.

But not tonight. Tonight Scott is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Hannah a couple of hours ago instead of Taylor.

He’s been with Hannah once before, when she tagged along with Taylor for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.

Hannah knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Scott made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Scott.

He opens the door and lets Hannah in and closes the door behind her.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” Hannah says as she crosses the room towards the table with the bottle of wine sitting on it. “I figured you’d give Taylor a call whenever you wanted a night like this.”

“Normally I would,” Scott says. “But I was in the mood for something different tonight.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Hannah says, “It’s fine with me. I was just surprised, that’s all.” She picks up the bottle of wine. “Do you mind if I have some?”

“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”

“Don’t bother,” Hannah says. “I don’t need one.”

She proceeds to take a long swig straight from the bottle before pulling it from her lips and holding it out towards Scott.

Smiling, he grabs the bottle from her. “That wasn’t a very polite thing to do,” he says before proceeding to do the exact same thing.

“Nobody’s ever accused me of being polite before,” Taylor replies, matching his grin.

“Which is exactly why you’re here tonight instead of Taylor,” Scott says.

“Fair enough,” Hannah says. “She says hi, by the way.”

“Who? Taylor?”

Hannah nods.

“You told her you were coming to see me?” Scott asks.

 “Of course,” Hannah says. “We talk all the time.”

“Is she upset?” Scott asks.

Hannah laughs and shakes her head. “No. Not at all. She understands.”


“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”

“Is that right?”

“It sure is,” Hannah says. “Personally, I think it’s kind of pathetic, but that’s just me.”

“Pathetic, huh?” Scott says, smiling ruefully. He’s not sure if Hannah means what she’s saying or just playing a role, and he doesn’t really care. Either way she’s helping him get in the right mood for the evening.

“Yeah. I mean, we are escorts, in case you didn’t remember,” Hannah continues. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or something.”

“Maybe not,” Scott says, undoing his belt and slipping it off his waist. He grips the buckle in his fist and rolls the belt over his hand until only six inches are still sticking out. “But I do have feelings for her. Which means I’d probably subconsciously take it easy on her. But you I hardly even know. So I won’t have those same issues.”

He slaps the belt on the palm of his hand. The sound fills the room like a gunshot but Hannah doesn’t even flinch. Apparently she’s used to this sort of thing. Scott smiles, his excitement overflowing already.

“Are you ready to get started?” Scott asks, slapping the belt against his hand again, hard enough to leave a red mark this time.

“Whenever you are,” Hannah replies.

In lieu of a reply Scott smacks her across the ass with his belt.

Hannah yelps in surprise and takes a small step forward to maintain her balance. She flashes him a dirty look.

“Surprised you a bit there, didn’t I?” Scott says, his mouth turned up in a wicked smile.

“A little,” she says.

He smacks her across the ass again, a little more forcefully. But Hannah was expecting it and bites down on her bottom lip instead of making any sound. She glares at him with defiance in her eyes.

“You’ve got a little bit of an edge to you, don’t you?” Scott says, laughing softly. He’s thoroughly enjoying this.

Hannah doesn’t bother with a response. She just continues glaring at him.

“That’s good,” he says. “It’ll make it more gratifying when I break you.”

Hannah scoffs. “Break me? You?” She shakes her head. “It’s never going to happen.”

“We’ll see,” Scott says. He smacks her ass again, even harder.

A flash of pain crosses Hannah’s features for a moment and she makes a little gasping sound. Fortunately her breath is quickening and her face is starting to flush too, which means that the pain brings her some pleasure along with it. Which is exactly what Scott is shooting for.

“That one stung a bit, didn’t it?” he says.

“Nothing I haven’t felt before,” she replies, her mouth turned up in a sneer.

“So it’s not too much for you?”

“Not even close.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Scott says. “Because we’ve got a lot further to go.”

“Bring it on,” Hannah says.

“Oh, I intend to,” he says.

He unrolls the belt from his fist and runs the tail through the buckle, creating a loop. Standing face-to-face with her, he slips the loop over Hannah’s neck and tightens it. Not so much that it’s choking her but not loosely either.

“Take your jacket off,” Scott says.

Hannah does as she’s told. If she’s at all alarmed by the belt around her neck she isn’t showing it.

“Now your bra,” he says.

She slips it off, revealing her huge tits. Firm but not overly so, floppy but not droopy, they are glorious and just begging to be played with. He can’t resist.  

Using the belt as a leash, Scott leads her over to the nearest wall. Once there, he pushes her up against it, back first.

“Open your mouth,” Scott says.

She does.

Scott puts the tail of the belt between her teeth, lengthwise, the flat side parallel to the ground.

“Bite down,” he says.

 Hannah bites down on the leather.

“Don’t drop that belt, no matter what,” Scott says. “Understand?”

Hannah nods.

“Good,” Scott says. Then he starts working her tits with his hands, groping and cupping and squeezing them before starting in on her nipples, rubbing and playing with her them until they’re hard.

Once they are both sticking out he grabs them between his forefinger and thumb, one nipple for each hand. He starts off by rubbing them between his fingers, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure and intensity.

Hannah is moaning lightly behind the belt and her breath is growing ever more rapid. So far, so good.

He rubs her nipples between his fingers for another couple of seconds, then gives them both a hard pinch, eliciting a gasp from Hannah but not a big enough one to force her to drop the belt.

“Not bad,” he says. “Not bad at all.”

Despite the compliment, Scott doesn’t let up. In fact, he squeezes even harder, twisting both hands at the same time, tweaking her nipples, pulling on them, stretching them out.

Hannah is moaning loudly and her body is starting to quiver but still she doesn’t let go of the belt.

Likewise, Scott doesn’t let go of her nipples, pinching them between his fingers and turning them nearly 360 degrees before finally releasing them.

Hannah gasps at the sudden absence of pain, this time nearly dropping the belt from her mouth.

He barely gives her a chance to recover before slapping down on one of her tits with and open hand. She grunts behind the belt. He slaps the other tit, eliciting another grunt.

For the next minute or so he smacks the hell out of her tits, trading off, one and then the other, giving her just enough time to recover in between slaps that she feels the full force of every single blow.

By the end of the session Hannah’s tits are bright red and her chest is heaving. Tears are leaking from her eyes, making her mascara run down her face. But based on the tight set of her jaw and her defiant eyes, she’s far from defeated.

“That was pretty impressive,” Scott says, pulling the belt from her mouth. “You’re tougher than you look.”

“That was nothing,” she says. “I deal with worse every day.”

“I’m sure you do,” Scott says. He spins the belt so his hand holding it is behind her head, the buckle pressing up against the skin on the back of her neck. Then he raises his hand holding the belt over her head, pulling it tight around her neck, choking her. “And rest assured, you’ll be dealing with worse tonight. This is only the beginning.”

“I can’t wait,” she manages to croak out even though she can barely breathe.

Laughing, Scott lets his hand drop.

Before Hannah can catch her breath, Scott spins her around and pushes her face-first against the wall.

Without saying a thing, he undoes the belt, releases it from her neck, sticks the tail in his mouth and bites down on it. He grabs one of her arms and pulls it behind her back. Then does the same for her other arm, crossing one of her wrists over the other.

Holding her arms together with one hand, Scott reaches for the belt with his free hand. He wraps the belt around her wrists a couple of times in a figure-eight pattern, then once again slips the tail of the belt into the buckle and sticks the prong into one of the holes, effectively handcuffing her.

Once Hannah’s arms are incapacitated, Scott squats down. Reaching around her waist, he undoes the button and zipper on her jeans and pulls them down, panties and all. He doesn’t take them completely off, however, instead stopping once the waistband is just below her ass.

Now her legs are trapped, along with her arms, rendering her essentially helpless. Time to turn up the heat.

Scott stands up and presses against her, his groin pushing against the top part of her ass, his cock pressing painfully against his pants. With his chin over her shoulder he slides his hand down the front of her body, stopping for a moment to grope her tits some more before proceeding down her stomach until his hand is between her legs.

He’s planning on rubbing the outside of her shaved snatch to get her warmed up but she’s already soaking wet down there—apparently getting smacked around turns Hannah on quite a bit—so he decides to get right down to business. He slips two fingers into her pussy and slams them up into her with as much force as he can muster.

Even in her 3-inch heels, Hannah is quite a few inches shorter than Scott, forcing him to lower his body by spreading his legs wider in order to get any leverage in their current position. The upside to this is his groin is now pressing directly against her ass. Unfortunately his cock is still in his pants. He’s tempted to pull it out but is afraid he won’t be able to keep himself from sticking it into Hannah, something he’s trying to hold off on for the time being.

Trying to take his mind off his cock, he slides a third finger inside Hannah’s pussy, causing her to gasp audibly. Moving his hand back and forth quickly, his fingers filling up her pussy, Scott fingerfucks her without mercy while she moans and squirms beneath him.

Every sound Hannah makes entices him to bang her with more force; every time she cries out he pushes his fingers further inside her, every increase in her breath rate just inspires him to slam her with more aggression.

Once he thinks she’s getting comfortable, he forces his pinky inside her pussy, making it four fingers altogether.

Hannah reacts to this with a high-pitched whimper. But Scott doesn’t want to hear it. He covers her mouth with his free hand and continues slamming her pussy with everything he has.

As soon as she’s used to this new development, Scott switches it up again, this time pulling his hand from over her mouth and gripping her around the throat.

He proceeds to choke Hannah while he bangs her with his fingers, tightening his grip with every passing second without letting up at all on her pussy.

Unable to breathe, Hannah starts to fade quickly. Her face is growing red and her legs are starting to weaken. Her mouth is slightly open and her lips are moving but just barely. Her eyelids are fluttering. But still her body reacts to his fingers: Her pussy is wetter than ever.

It isn’t until Hannah’s eyes fall closed and her head starts to slump that Scott releases his hold on her throat.

Her chest heaves as her body once again draws air. Her face regains its color and her eyes reopen, wider—and filled with more excitement—than ever.

This brush with unconsciousness seems to stimulate Hannah even more. She lets out a scream of pleasure as an orgasm overwhelms her body. Her pussy gushes juices, soaking Scott’s hand and dripping onto the carpet. Her return to the conscious world also appears to have heightened her sensitivity, as she suddenly tries to squirm out of Scott’s grip, twisting her lower body in an attempt to pull away from his fingers.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scott says, his smile widening as he shifts his body along with hers. He doesn’t have any trouble keeping her under control due to the constraints on her legs and arms.

Hannah does manage to turn herself around, so that her back is now against the wall, but it doesn’t do her any good. Scott keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy, even managing to continue banging her as she tries to escape.

Hannah drops to the floor, her butt on the ground, but Scott moves along with her, finger-fucking her more aggressively now due to the increase in leverage he has over her.

Tears are streaming down Hannah’s face as she begs him to stop. But her face paints a different picture than her words; it’s fixed in a mask of pleasure, ecstasy even, and the cries coming from her mouth are ones of enjoyment, not pain.

“Please stop,” she says between deep breaths. “Please. I need . . . a break. Please!”

“I thought you said you could handle anything,” Scott says, still not letting up in the least even though his forearm is starting to burn with the effort.

“Not this,” Hannah says, her chest still heaving uncontrollably. It’s a wonder she can even form words. “Not this. It feels . . . too good.”

“Too good? I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Neither did I,” Hannah says. “But it does.” She groans and shudders again as another orgasm passes through. “Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just please . . . I need a break. I’m begging you.”

“You’ll do anything?”

With her eyes opened wide with hope, Hannah nods her head vigorously. “Anything. Without complaint.”

Scott stops banging her but keeps his fingers planted firmly inside her pussy as he pretends to think about her offer. In reality he’s thinking about how curious it is that pleasure can works just as well as pain—if not better, in Hannah’s case—when it comes to breaking someone. It’s something he’s never considered before. But it’s definitely something he’ll keep in mind for the future.

For now, however, there are more important issues at hand. Like continuing to impart his will upon Hannah, for example.

 With their faces mere inches away, Scott offers a wicked smile, and says, “Sorry, but I’m having too much fun right now,” then goes back to slamming his four fingers inside her pussy.

Hannah’s eyes roll back in her head and she lets out a low, long, visceral moan.

Laughing softly, loving the power he has over her, Scott bangs her for another thirty seconds or so before taking mercy on her and letting his fingers slide out of her pussy.

Scott barely gives her a chance to recover, however, before he’s back on his feet. Standing over Hannah, he grabs her by the hair, lifting her up until she’s on her knees with her head directly in front of his groin. He unbuttons his waistband, drops his pants, grabs ahold of his rock-hard cock, and sticks it in her mouth.

Even with her hands tied between her back Hannah has great oral skills. She swallows his cock greedily, going after it with vigor, moving her head forward and back quickly, her hair flying everywhere.

Scott lets her do all the work for a little while before taking control.

Grasping two handfuls of her hair he guides Hannah’s head, giving her his cock in long, slow strokes, holding it in her throat for a couple of seconds at the end of each thrust before gradually drawing it back out.

After it clears her mouth he only gives her a moment to catch her breath before pushing his cock back in and going through the whole process again.

Hannah seems to have no problem handling his cock, so he leaves it in her throat for progressively longer periods of time, until finally he decides to see just how much she can handle.

Still gripping two handfuls of her hair, Scott slides his cock out of Hannah’s mouth. This time he gives her a chance to fully recover before slipping it back in. He puts his hands on the back of Hannah’s head and pushes on it until his cock disappears completely inside her mouth.

Once Hannah is deepthroating him, Scott holds her head in place, not letting her move, her nose pressing against his stomach. There he holds her, his cock planted as deep in her throat as possible.

Ten seconds in, Hannah gags and tries to pull away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scott says, not letting up one bit. Her body doesn’t believe it right now, but she’s not in any danger. She’s still has way too much energy to burn.

In fact, to show her that they’re not even close to being finished, he presses even harder on the back of her head, forcing his cock further down her throat.

Hannah struggles some more, trying desperately to get some air into her lungs. But still Scott holds her head in place. She gags again, followed by a deep, resonant cough that Scott can feel in his cock.

Hannah is panicking now, her head shaking from side to side, her body shucking and jiving, her arms and legs straining, but because of her bonds she simply doesn’t have the leverage or the mobility to get away from Scott.

It isn’t until Hannah’s protestations become weaker that Scott finally eases up on the pressure and lets go of her hair.

Her head snaps back and she gasps for breath, her chest heaving. Saliva is dripping down her face, covering her tits, pooling on the carpet. Tears are streaming down her face, making a mess of her makeup. She coughs and hacks and lets her head hang down, her body slumped over, exhausted from the exertion.

But Scott doesn’t slow down one bit.

With his cock raging as hard as ever, he circles around Hannah until he’s behind her, then forces her head down onto the carpet. He drops to his knees and nestles in behind her, then reaches under her hips and lifts them up so her body is like an upside-down V, with her ass as the highest point.

Hannah’s legs are still held closely together by her jeans, which have slipped down to around her knees but are holding fast, and her wrists are still bound by the belt. She’s still essentially helpless. Just like Scott likes her.

With his cock slick from Hannah’s saliva, Scott slips it into her pussy for the first time all evening. It’s a bit tighter than normal due to Hannah’s legs still being pressed together by her jeans, but her pussy is wet enough that it goes in with only a hint of resistance.

Hannah utters a soft little groan but doesn’t protest, either with her mouth or her body. She simply doesn’t seem to have the energy for it right now.

But that changes quickly enough. As Scott continues slowly and deliberately fucking her from behind her body naturally reacts to the stimuli. Hannah’s not a big talker, but Scott can tell from the growing intensity of the grunts and moans coming from her mouth that she is starting to get more and more into it.

This allows him to gradually pick up the intensity until he is hammering away at her, his hands around her hips to pull her back into him with every thrust.

Scott lets go of one of her hips so he can slap her ass, snapping his open palm into the side of her ass cheek like he’s a jockey riding a horse down the final stretch.

Hannah reacts the same way as a horse would, bucking back into him with more intensity. But Hannah’s positioning, combined with her incapacitated arms, means she can’t get much force into her thrusts. So Scott grabs her hair and yanks her head up, bringing it up to the same level as his, straightening out her upper body and giving her more leverage to work with.

She takes advantage, using her hips to hammer her body back into his harder than before, her ass slamming up against his groin, forcing his cock deeper inside of her.

 “There you go,” Scott says as he pulls his hands off Hannah and lets her do all the work. “Back that ass up into me. Show me what you can do, baby. Give me something to write home about."

Hannah does as she’s told, bucking back against Scott so hard that he has to wrap one arm around her chest to avoid losing his balance.

“Thatta girl,” he says. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

Scott’s arm slides up Hannah’s body until it’s clamped around her neck. He grabs her in a headlock, tightening it down as she continues slamming her ass back against him.   

He reaches up and smacks her in the face with an open hand.

Hannah yelps and stops backing into him.

“Don’t stop,” Scott says, smacking her again, eliciting another startled noise from Hannah.

She starts up again, less aggressively than before.

“Harder,” Scott says as he smacks her once again.

Hannah backs up against him with more intensity but still not as much as earlier.

Scott smacks her yet again. His other arm is still around her neck but not squeezing tightly. “Harder.”

She obliges. By now she’s back to where she was earlier, practically knocking him backwards with every thrust.

“Are you deaf? Harder!” he says, smacking her face for the fifth time.

Hannah slams back into him with everything she has, a guttural grunt coming from her throat as she hammers away at him.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Scott says. “Hammer me with that fat ass of yours.”

He lets her back into him a few more times before releasing his hold on her and again pushing her face down to the carpet. Then he goes back to work on her, returning the favor by hammering away on her with everything he has.

Scott uses his hands to spread Hannah’s asscheeks, making her pretty little asshole gape. It’s opened wide, just begging to be played with.

So he does, sneaking his thumb over to the crack of her ass while he continues fucking her. He gathers up some saliva and spits on her asshole, then slips his thumb inside.

Hannah gasps and curses beneath her breath but doesn’t protest. In fact, her energy level picks up almost immediately, along with the pitch of the grunts coming from her throat. Apparently Scott has found the sweet spot.

“You like that, do you?” Scott says, forcing his thumb deeper into her asshole.

“I fucking love it,” Hannah says, her voice a guttural growl. Her arms and legs are straining more than ever against her bonds.

“Is that right?” Scott says, moving his thumb in and out of her asshole while still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you want me to stick something else in there?”

“Fuck yeah,” she says.

“Well then, let’s see what we’ve got,” Scott says. He pulls his cock out of her pussy. It’s gleaming with her juices and harder than it’s been all night.

He desperately wants to slip it into her asshole but knows that shortly after he does it’ll be all over for him. And he wants to debase her more before he cums. So he has to find something else that will do the trick for a little while, giving him a chance to calm down for a few minutes.

Then he sees something that will work perfectly.

Smiling, Scott reaches back and snatches the wine bottle from the coffee table.

He sticks two fingers into Hannah’s dripping wet snatch and bangs her for a few seconds to get some of her juices to use as lube, then rubs his fingers on the neck of the wine bottle to help ease the entry.

Before Hannah can protest, Scott slips the tip of the bottle into her asshole. There’s a hint of resistance at first, but then it slides in quite easily.

Hannah gasps and utters a low, wordless moan of pleasure as Scott slides the wine bottle further into her asshole.

He works it carefully, moving it back and forth slowly and spitting on her asshole with regularity to keep things nice and wet.

“Jesus Christ that feels so fucking good,” Hannah says. Her head is still pressing against the carpet but her face is turned back to watch the proceedings. “Give me more. I want the whole fucking thing.”

So Scott does, sliding the bottle into her asshole until the entire neck disappears.

“God-dammit!” Hannah says, her voice dripping with ecstasy.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” Scott says, laughing under his breath.

She raises her eyebrows twice in succession and smiles.

Wanting to get back into the action but not quite ready to replace the wine bottle with his cock, Scott grabs ahold of Hannah’s hair and once again pulls her into a sitting position.

Still working the wine bottle with one hand, he sticks his tongue in her mouth and explores her tonsils while his free hand gropes one of her magnificent breasts.

They continue making out, Scott’s hand switching over from one of her breasts to the other, always moving, always exploring, never staying in the same place for more than a second or two.

It doesn’t take him long to realize he’d rather have his cock in her mouth than his tongue, so he releases his hold on the wine bottle—leaving it firmly planted in Hannah’s ass—and shifts his body until he’s once again directly in front of her. He stands up and grabs ahold of his cock and guides it into her waiting mouth.

A full minute later Scott is finally ready to fuck Hannah’s ass. He figures it won’t last long but at this point it doesn’t matter. He simply can’t wait any longer.

Scott slides his cock out of Hannah’s mouth and pushes her head down to the carpet. He walks around the back of her and pulls the wine bottle out of her asshole. It’s gaping more than ever, ready and waiting for his cock.

He slaps her ass a couple of times, then spreads his legs wide and squats down until his cock is hovering right above Hannah’s ass.

Scott spits on his cock and slides it into her asshole, not bothering to take it slow, just forcing it in until it can go no further.

Hannah gasps and utters a high-pitched yelp that turns into a full-on squeal as Scott starts pounding away at her asshole, giving her everything he has, his balls slapping against her pussy at the bottom of every thrust.

Pushing down on her shoulders, Scott lays into Hannah with all his weight, pummeling her with reckless abandon as guttural growls escape from her throat.

Hannah’s asshole is tighter than her pussy, but not too tight that it’s a struggle to fuck it. She’s obviously well-versed in anal sex and able to relax enough to take his cock with ease.

She can take a pounding too, barely even flinching as Scott hammers her ass with unbridled intensity. Whether he’s slapping her ass until it is bright red or pushing her head into the carpet she takes it like a champ.

He uses his hands to spread her asscheeks, giving him deeper access to her insides, and still Hannah doesn’t complain. She just takes it like a true fuckslut, uttering nothing but sounds of pleasure as he owns her ass.

After a good five minutes of fucking her asshole from behind, Scott decides to mix things up. Even though he knows he doesn’t have much longer until he blows his load, that’s all right. He’s ready to finish up. His cock feels like it is going to burst out of its skin and his body is pining for release. But first he wants to get Hannah in one last position. One that takes advantage of her assets more than doggy-style.

With this in mind, Scott stands up, pulling his cock out of Hannah’s ass. He undoes the belt holding her arms together. He pulls her jeans the rest of the way off, releasing her legs. Then he flips her over.

Dropping to his knees, Scott spreads Hannah’s legs and pushes them back towards her head, raising her hips and making her asshole more accessible.

Hannah instinctively understands where he’s going and grabs her ankles, holding her legs open.

Scott rubs her cock over Hannah’s pussy, getting it wet with her juices, then slips it into her asshole. He leans forward until his head is right above Hannah’s and grasps her around the throat with both hands.

Staring down at her, their faces less than a foot apart, Scott looks right into Hannah’s eyes as he fucks her ass and chokes her at the same time.

“You like this, don’t you?” Scott says.

Hannah nods and gasps for breath, her face turning red, and then going pale from the lack of oxygen.

Scott lets go of her throat with one of his hands and uses it slap her in the face, still fucking her ass all the while.

“What about that?” Scott asks. “Do you like that too?”

Hannah nods again. Her eyes are gleaming with excitement.

Scott also likes it. Too much, in fact. He doesn’t have much longer at all until he comes. But what time he still has he’s going to make the most of.

He slaps Hannah once more then returns his hand to her throat and starts squeezing.

It isn’t long before she’s begging for air once again.

This time, when Scott removes his hand he slaps her tits. First one, then the other. He gives her just enough time to catch her breath then starts choking her once more, his cock still moving in and out of her asshole.

When Hannah runs out of breath once again, Scott lets go of her throat completely. He pumps her asshole one last time then pulls his cock out and scrambles up the length of her body. Pinning her legs back with his own, he slides his cock into her mouth, forcing her to suck her ass juices off his cock.

She does so willingly, cleaning his cock with unfettered enthusiasm, licking it clean before taking it all the way down her throat, gagging and choking before he pulls it back out.

Scott grabs Hannah’s ankles and holds them down on the floor, right next to her head, folding her in half, then slides his cock back into her asshole and immediately starts pounding the shit out of her, knowing that his time is very nearly up.

Hannah’s breath is ragged and she’s grunting and groaning while he pummels her as aggressively as he has all night, taking himself right to the edge of orgasm.

And then he’s there.

Scott pulls his cock out of her asshole for the last time just before he’s about to cum.

Seasoned pro that she is, Hannah knows exactly what to do.

Her hand flies down to Scott’s cock and jerks him to completion, releasing his seed all over her glorious tits, coating them in white. Five bursts in total, each weaker than the previous one, and then he’s done.

Scott climbs to his feet, makes his way over to the bed, and falls back onto it. His head is spinning and his mouth is dry. Now that he’s finished he’s really feeling the effects of the two and a half bottles of wine he drank earlier.

He watches as Hannah climbs to her feet and gather her things and head towards the bathroom. Scott waits until she’s disappeared behind the door before he closes his eyes.

They are still closed a couple minutes later when he hears Hannah finishing up in the bathroom. He lifts his head up but can’t do more than that.

When Hannah comes out she looks like she did upon arriving, all dressed and made up again and looking none the worse for wear.

Scott envies her.

“Thanks,” he says as Hannah heads for the door. “That was fun.”

“My pleasure,” she replies.

“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t see you out the door.”

“Not at all,” Hannah says. She seems like she’s in a hurry.

“Is everything okay?” Scott asks.

“Everything is fine,” she says as she reaches the door

Scott doesn’t believe her. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she says, opening the door. But before she steps out into the hallway, she turns back. “Actually, it’s not.”

“What’s the matter?” Scott asks, sitting on the edge of the bed now. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she says. “Well, yes. Sort of.”

Scott flashes her a confused look. “I don’t understand.”

“Listen,” Hannah says. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand why you couldn’t have done all this stuff with Taylor. It’s not like you got out of line or anything. I guarantee she’s had a lot crazier shit done to her that what you did to me tonight.”

“You really think so?”

Hannah gives him a little smile. “I know so. I’ve been there for some of it. Hell, I’ve done more extreme stuff to her myself.”

Scott laughs and shakes his head. “I don’t know . . .”

“Trust me,” Hannah says. “That girl is a bigger freak than I am. And that’s saying a lot. She’d enjoy a night like tonight. Especially with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but she actually kind of likes you. More than girls like us are supposed to like the men we hook up with.”

“Yeah, right,” Scott says.

“I’m serious,” Hannah says. “She talks about you all the time.”


Hannah nods.

Scott isn’t sure if he actually believes her or not but can’t figure out why Hannah would lie about something like this. Unless she just didn’t have a good time tonight and didn’t want him calling her again. Which was entirely possible, he supposes. Just not very probable.

“Well, I better get going,” Hannah says. “I’ve probably already said too much.”

Scott wants to ask her a few more questions but he doesn’t want to seem desperate, and besides, she’s already closing the door behind her so he just lets it go.

He falls back onto the bed and tries not to think about the implications of Hannah’s little confessional there at the end. Luckily for him the copious amounts of alcohol still in his system and the total exhaustion from the evening with Hannah combine to send him into a deep, dreamless sleep almost immediately. He will worry about Taylor later. Right now it’s time to recover.






Kinky Sluts – 4 Filthy Stories

Naughty Sluts - 4 Filthy Stories

Dirty Sluts - 4 Filthy Stories


Kicking Things Up A Notch

Shown The Ropes

Taking Out The Trash

Depraved Little Tramp

Ain’t Talking About Love

Slut With A Capital S

One Hell Of A Filthy Slut

Banging The Neighbor

One Hell Of A Kinky Lady

One Hell Of A Dirty Girl

One Hell Of A Filthy Slut

A Pair Of Filthy Ladies

She Loves It Nasty

Erotic Connection

Whatever She Wants

What She’s Always Wanted


Dominating The Perverted Escort

Slamming The Perverted Escort’s Ass

Perverted Escort Threesome

Getting Owned By The Perverted Escort

Roughing Up The Perverted Escort


Desecrating The Suite

Perverted Requests

Late Night Filth

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