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DEPRAVED BABES

6 FILTHY STORIES

Zoey Bangs

Copyright 2018 by Zoey Bangs

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

OWNED BY MY NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR

THE HOTTEST BABE EVER

DESTROYING THE TRASHY TRAMP

SHOWN THE ROPES BY A SEXY MILF

PUMMELING THE EXOTIC BABE

LOOKING TO GET NASTY


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OWNED BY MY NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR

 

My ongoing sessions with Mandy, the teen slut down the street, were getting freakier and freakier with every passing day. We’d gotten pretty comfortable together, progressing from straight sex to getting a little rough with her, and even into anal.

But so far, every one of our sessions had the same essential dynamic. Mandy would set the tone for the evening, telling me exactly what she wanted me to do to her, and I would take it from there.

This setup was fine with me. After all, even though she was the more sexually adventurous of us, and by far the most forward and open, I was still quite a few years older than her, not to mention almost double her size, so it was natural that I’d be the one dictating the action, even if she was controlling me behind the scenes.

And besides, from what I’d seen of her so far, I got the feeling she enjoyed being the submissive one, even if she was essentially topping from the bottom. If she had any desire to be completely in charge, I hadn’t seen it yet.

But I was about to. And I have to admit, I liked it. A lot.

 

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It was 3:30 PM and I had just got home from work. Mandy was supposed to come over later that night to hang out. We didn’t have any specific plans, maybe a movie, maybe a pizza, eventually getting freaky. But first I was going to relax, get in a quick jog, take a shower.

But I didn’t have time for any of that. I hadn’t been home for more than ten minutes when I heard my doorbell. I wasn’t terribly surprised to see that it was Mandy. She wasn’t one for sticking to plans. When she wanted something, she didn’t wait for it. And apparently she wanted me right now, not in another three hours.

I opened the door and let her in. She was dress in a pair of shorts, a T-shirt and tennis shoes. There was no indication whatsoever of what was to come.

Without saying a word, Mandy grabbed my hand and led me over to the couch. Once there, she spun me around so my back was to it and pushed on my shoulders, dropping me, seated, onto the cushions.

“What’s going on?” I asked, a confused little smile on my face.

“We’re doing things a little differently today,” Mandy said.

“Is that right?”

She nodded her head.

“And what exactly—” I said, but she bent over and put her hand over my mouth, cutting me off in mid-sentence.

“Stop talking and just do what you’re told,” Mandy said. Her face was completely serious, with no hint of humor in it.

“Okay,” I said once she’d taken her hand off my mouth. “If you insi—”

She smacked me in the face, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to shut me up immediately.

“I told you to stop talking,” Mandy said. “I’d suggest you start listening to me. Understand?”

So that’s what the game was tonight. Fair enough. I had no problem doing what I was told. At least, not from Mandy. I nodded my head.

“Don’t say a word unless you’re answering a direct question from me,” Mandy said. “Got it?”

I nodded again.

“Good,” Mandy said, stepping back so she was standing over me. She looked down at me with a hint of disdain, like I was a piece of meat that she could do what she pleased with. Which I was. For tonight, at least.

She looked different. Not physically, of course; her tiny little waist and perky, incredible tits and long, shapely legs were as insane as ever, perfectly proportioned, and her thin but not skinny frame with her toned arms and washboard stomach and perfect skin filled me with lust as always. She looked the same on the outside, but something about her attitude tonight made her seem like almost a different person. Usually she was more cute than sexy, but not tonight. Tonight those two traits were equal. And it forced me to see her in a different light.

“You like this, don’t you?” Mandy asked, watching me as I took her in.

I started to open my mouth but cut myself off at the last moment and just nodded.

“You didn’t think you would like being the submissive one, but you do. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded again.

“Yeah, well let’s see how much you like it in a little way, after I’ve had my way with you.”

My face didn’t waver but my insides did. I was excited beyond all belief; I couldn’t wait to see how the night played out. And I didn’t have to wait for long.

Mandy dropped to her knees. She placed one hand on each of my legs and roughly spread them apart, then scooted forward until her head was directly in front of my groin. My cock was rock-hard, pressing against my jeans.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Mandy said, rubbing her hand over my cock while she stared up at me with a wicked smile on her face. “Your little man wants to be freed, does he?”

I nodded.

Mandy laughed. “All in good time,” she said. “All in good time. But for now I want to fuck with you some more.”

She grabbed ahold of my cock through my pants and gave it a squeeze, hard enough to make me gasp.

“Was that a noise I heard coming from your mouth?” she asked, taunting me.

I shook my head vigorously.

“I don’t know,” she said, starting rubbing two of her fingers in a circular motion on the head of my cock. “It sounded like it to me.”

I shook my head again. But she didn’t buy it.

“I think it was,” Mandy said. She was now rubbing the tip of my cock with her open palm, pressing hard, making me squirm, the pressure building as my trapped cock threatened to break through the material.

But still she didn’t let up, smiling up and me with an evil grin while I shifted my position on the couch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said, smacking me on the inside of the leg with her free hand. “I didn’t tell you to move.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, I forced myself to sit still while she continued messing with my cock. Tears were dripping down my face the discomfort level was so high.

Finally Mandy let up, releasing her palm from the tip of my cock.

I let out an audible gasp as the pressure dissipated.

“Oh, poor little baby,” Mandy said. “Can’t take what you can dish out, can you?”

I knew better than to answer.

“Do you want me to release your cock from your pants now?”

I nodded.

Mandy chuckled under her breath. “Yeah, I bet you do. But it ain’t gonna happen. Not yet anyway.”

I tried to keep the disappointment off my face but apparently I was unsuccessful. Mandy saw it and started to laugh.

“You really are a bit of a wimp, you know that? After all you’ve done to me over the last few months, and you can’t even take a hint of discomfort?”

I dropped my eyes. I’m not going to lie, my ego was a little bit bruised.

“Not that it’s your fault,” she continued. “The only way to get used to this sort of thing is to practice it, and apparently you haven’t had any practice yet. Luckily for you, I’m a good teacher. Does that make you happy?”

I nodded but my heart wasn’t in it.

Mandy grabbed ahold of my cock and squeezed tight. “I asked you if that makes you happy?” she said. “And this time I want to believe you when you nod your head.”

I put a fake smile on my face and nodded my head, more vigorously this time.

“I still don’t believe you,” she said. “But at least you tried this time. And for that, I’m going to reward you.”

Mandy undid my zipper and carefully pulled my cock out. It was sticking out of the zipper slit, standing at attention, straight up towards the ceiling. I let out a shuddering groan now that my cock was free.

“See, your brain may not have liked what I was doing but your body did,” Mandy said as she slowly jerked my off. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen your cock this hard. Do you want me to suck it? You can answer this time. You don’t have to just nod.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” she asked, tilting her head sideways a hair.

“Yes please,” I answered.

“Wrong,” Mandy said, smacking the side of my cock with an open palm.

I bit down on my bottom lip and held my groan in.

“Let’s try again,” she said, speaking slowly, as though to a young child. “Yes, what?”

“Yes mistress?” I said tentatively.

“That’s better,” Mandy said. “You do want me to suck your cock, right?”

“Yes mistress,” I said, more confidently this time.

“I want to hear you beg,” she said.

“Please mistress,” I said. “Please suck my cock.”

Mandy stuck out her tongue and licked the head of my cock. “Like that?” she said.

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes mistress,” I said.

She ran her tongue of the length of my shaft, starting right above my ballsack and finishing at the tip. I shuddered deeply.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?”

I nodded.

“And I suppose you want me to take it in my mouth now, right?”

I nodded again, hoping beyond all hope that she’d start blowing me proper.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Mandy said as she pulled my pants all the way off then grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to pull me up from the couch. “Too bad you haven’t earned it yet.”

Dragging me along by my cock, she led me out of the living room and into my bedroom, where she threw me down onto the bed. With my back lying on the covers and my head towards the ceiling, she pulled her clothes off, then climbed onto the bed, one leg on either side of my body. She walked forward until her legs were straddling my head, her hips directly above face. Her shaved pussy was glistening with wetness.

“You like what you see?” Mandy asked, staring down at me.

“Yes mistress,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “Because you’re about to get a closer look.”

Before I could figure out what she meant, Mandy was squatting down above me, lowering her pussy towards my face until it was mere inches from my mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” Mandy said, and then she dropped her pussy straight onto my mouth and nose, smothering me. “Now breath,” she said.

So I did, taking her sweet, musky odor into my lungs.

She let out a low moan and started grinding her pussy onto my face, pushing down on me. Her pussy was dripping juices, soaking my entire face.

“Stick out your tongue,” she said, her voice full of pleasure.

I did as I was told, pushing my tongue out as far as it would go and holding it there, tight and firm.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Mandy said as she ran her pussy forward and back on my face, riding my tongue with her wet snatch.

Opening my eyes, I looked up the length of her body. I was able to catch a glimpse of her leaning forward, her hands on the wall for leverage, her face screwed up in a look of intense pleasure and her hair flying everywhere as she rode my face with reckless abandon.

A string of obscenities escaped from her mouth along with her moans and groans, which were rapidly increasing in pitch and tone. “Holy fucking shit,” she said, running them together so it sound like one word. “Goddamn that feels so fucking incredible.”

Mandy grinded away on my face, pressing down harder than ever, forcing my tongue deeper inside her pussy while she hammered away at me, her body moving faster and faster and her groans growing louder and louder until her entire body seemed to be shaking above me.

She froze up for just a moment, then released in an aggressive spasm, riding my tongue for another few seconds while an orgasm coursed through her body. Juices squirted out of her pussy, drenching my face and filling my mouth. I coughed and sputtered but not before I swallowed some down.

Laughing, Mandy climbed off my face. She scooted then dropped her body down onto mine, her head just below my chin, our flesh pressed together.

“See,” she said. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Bad?” I said. “That was fun as hell.”

“You actually liked it?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “I loved it.”

“So you wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime?”

“I’ll probably be begging you to sit on my face again next time we get together.”

Smiling, Mandy clapped her hands together. “That’s so good to hear,” she said. “I was afraid you weren’t going to enjoy me pushing you around like that.”

“Well, you were wrong,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind—”

“Returning the favor by making you cum?” Mandy said.

I nodded.

She smiled. “It would be my pleasure. But the rules are the same. You just have to lay there and let me have control.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“Good,” she said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. “Then just sit tight and let me do my thing.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

Mandy slid down the length of my body until she was positioned between my legs. Smiling up at me, she grabbed ahold of my cock and started playing with it, slowly and gently jerking me off, still tormenting me, and having a great time doing it based on the look of joyful malice on her face.

While I stared down at her intently, she dropped her head down and took my balls in her mouth, sucking on them one at a time and then both at once while continuing to jerk me off more forcefully than before.

With both my balls still in her mouth, she leaned her head back, pulling on my sack, stretching it out as far is it would go before opening her mouth, releasing my balls with an audible pop.

I groaned loudly. She laughed at my response.

“You liked that, did you?” she said, still jerking me off as she talked.

“I don’t know if like is the right word,” I said. “But it sure as hell was intense.”

“Intense is good,” she said.

“Very good,” I agreed.

“Let’s see if we can get there again,” Mandy said, then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on just the tip with her mouth while she worked my shaft with her hand.

She gradually dropped her head further and further down, bobbing on my cock faster and faster, still staring up at me the whole time. Instead of jerking me off, she’d shifted her hand so she was holding down my foreskin, increasing the sensation of her lips on my cock.

It was intense as hell, but I let her do her thing without complaint. I enjoyed relinquishing control more than I’d ever thought possible. I don’t know if it was because I got a kick out of seeing Mandy so happy or if deep down I just liked being told what to do, but I didn’t worry about it too much. At least, not at the moment. There were too many other things to worry about. Like not cumming too soon. Which was rapidly becoming a pressing issue.

Luckily, Mandy sensed my impending orgasm and slowed things down a bit. She popped my cock out of her mouth and slapped it against her tongue, then against her cheek, before climbing back up my body.

“Are you still digging on me running the show?” Mandy asked, smiling widely as she straddled me.

Smiling back, I nodded.

“It liberating, isn’t it?” she said. “Letting someone else have all the control.”

“It sure is,” I said. She had a hold of my cock and was smacking it against her pussy.

“I’m so glad you like it,” Mandy said. “Because I fucking love it. Are you ready for me to ride you like an animal?”

“I can’t wait.”

“Good,” Mandy said, lifting her body up until her pretty little pussy was hovering directly above my rock hard cock. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

Mandy guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy, then dropped her body down, taking me deep inside her. I let out a little moan but she remained silent, staring down at me intently, maintaining tight control over herself, and by extension, me.

She bounced on my cock, moving quickly right from the start, working the entire length of my shaft, from tip to base, with rapid pumps. I put my hands on her hips for support but she grabbed my wrists and forced my arms back, holding them against the bed, one on either side of my head.

“No, no, no,” Mandy said as she fucked me while maintaining her hold on my wrists. “This show is all mine. You don’t have any say in what happens here.”

“Fine by me,” I said, turned on even more than I’d thought possible by her manhandling me like that.

“You’re damn right it is,” she said, leaning forward so her tits were in my face.

Mandy shook her chest back and forth, smacking me in the face with them. Then she released my hands and wrapped her arms around the back of my head and pulled me forward, smashing my face against her chest. She held me there, smothering me, my cock still planted deep in her pussy as she grinded her hips forward and back against me.

Eventually she released her hold on me, allowing me to fall back onto the bed. Shortly after I’d caught my breath, she slid her hands onto my chest and used them for leverage, allowing her to hammer her body down onto me with relentless intensity.

Her pussy had opened up completely and was accepting my cock deeper than it ever had before, engulfing it, her flesh slamming down onto mine, driving me into the couch with every thrust.

With her face screwed up in intense pleasure, one of Mandy’s hands slid up my chest and grabbed my throat, squeezing it, not enough to cut off my breath but enough to constrict it.

For some reason this immediately put me over the edge.

“Holyfuckingshit,” I said, making it all one word.

Mandy didn’t have to ask what was happening. We’d been together enough for her to know immediately. But she didn’t let up on me one bit.

Even as I came, shooting my seed up into her pussy, she continued riding me as aggressively as before, milking me of all my cum. I could tell from the intense look on her face that she was close to cumming again too, so I bit down on my discomfort and let her ride me until she got there too.

Luckily for me, it didn’t take long. No more than ten seconds after I’d finished, Mandy came again, not as intensely as before but still strongly enough that she let out a little yelp followed by a low moan.

After she was done she stopped bouncing on me but didn’t immediately lift herself off me. Sitting high atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy, she smiled down at me.

“Not bad,” Mandy said, “Not bad at all.”

“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I said.

She rolled off me, grabbed her clothes, and started to get dressed. “Are we still on for seven o’clock?”

“This didn’t replace it?” I asked.

“Not unless you wanted it to,” Mandy replied, pulling her shirt on.

“Hell no,” I said. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”

“Then think of something fun to do,” she said as she slipped into her sandals and headed towards the door. “I have to get back. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”

She turned to blow me a kiss then walked out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door.

I laughed and shook my head and wondered what I’d done in a past life to deserve this. Whatever it was, it must have been huge, because I was the luckiest man alive.

 

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THE HOTTEST BABE EVER

 

Billy Thompson was just hanging out in his apartment, watching a little bit of television and relaxing from a long day at work when he heard a knock on his door. He wearily climbed off the couch and headed over to the door, idly wondering who was there. Was he going to get assailed by someone trying to sell him a security system? Or perhaps someone trying to convert him to some obscure religion? Or maybe just someone at the wrong unit?

He glanced into the peephole so he’d have an idea of what to expect. But what he saw was something out of his wildest dreams.

Billy took a half-step back, his heart pounding wildly. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe it. He pinched himself but only got a sharp pain in return. So it wasn’t a dream. What could it be then? Because it couldn’t be what it appeared to be. No way. His luck wasn’t that good. Unless it had finally turned? Unlikely, but possible. Either way, there was only one way to find out. So, making sure to keep his hopes down, he took a deep breath and opened the door.  

Standing in his doorway was Vanna Potter, the 22-year old raven-haired bombshell that lived down the hall, five units away on the opposite side. She was standing there in a black lace, low-cut, form-fitting slip that barely made it down to the middle of her thighs. Nothing else.

Billy couldn’t help but stare. Her long black hair hung down below her shoulders, partially covering her face, framing her soft features perfectly. The big brown eyes, small nose, full lips, flawless skin. The little mole on her cheek that he’d always found impossibly sexy, the little flaw that just made you realize how sexy she truly was. And that body. Huge, natural breasts, narrow figure, impossibly long legs.

In the two years they’d lived in the same building, Billy had spent more than few nights lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking of her.

Billy tried to swallow but f9ound that he couldn’t. His mouth was too dry.

“Hey, Vanna,” he managed to squeak out. “Can I help you with something?”

“Actually, you can,” she said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Billy said, scrambling. “Of course. Come on in.”

He opened the door wider and she strode by. Billy took a deep breath in an attempt to get control of himself just a bit, then closed the door. When he turned, Vanna was standing right there, less than a foot away from him.

As Billy stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Vanna stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and planted her lips on his. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth but he didn’t return the favor. He was too surprised to do anything. He pulled away quickly.

“What’s going on here?” he said.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vanna replied.

“Well, yeah. But what I mean is: Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“On one hand, no not really,” Billy said. “But on the other, yeah it does. I thought you were engaged?”

“Not anymore.”

“As of when?”

“Last weekend,” Vanna said. “Derek broke it off.”

A flitter of excitement tore through Billy but he held it down. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.”

“Really?”

Vanna nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” she said. “I didn’t want to get married anyway. Not to him, at least. Besides, now I can do what I’ve always wanted to.”

“And what’s that?”

“You,” Vanna said. She pulled him again and they started making out. This time Billy didn’t fight it.

After almost a full minute of exploring each other’s tonsils, Vanna broke it off, turned, and walked over towards the dining room table.

“I don’t know about this—” Billy said, following her as he talked.

“What do you mean?” she replied as she slowly lifted her lingerie, revealing a black g-string underneath. “Do you not want me?”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

“What?” Vanna said, turning around and showing him her ass. “Don’t you want a piece of this?” She gave one of her asscheeks a little smack.

“Of course I do.”

“Then shut up and get down here,” Vanna said as she grabbed the back of Billy’s head and pulled him down to his knees while she bent over and turned completely away from him, guiding his face down to her ass.

Letting his objections die, Billy licked Vanna’s pussy through her panties while she rubbed her ass in his face, her hand still in the back of his head, holding him in place.

Vanna held Billy against her ass for a good fifteen seconds before releasing his head, giving a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath she slipped her panties down, freeing up her pretty little pussy. He dove back in, going to work on her snatch.

“Get it in there,” she said. “Get your tongue in there. Don’t be shy.”

Billy did as he was told, shoving his tongue deep into her pussy and exploring around vigorously.

“There you go,” Vanna said. “That’s a good boy.”

Using the dining room table for balance, she bent over even further, keeping her legs straight. She turned her upper body so she could look back and watch Billy while he worked.

“Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Work it, baby. Work it in there.”

Needing another little break, Billy pulled back, then spit on Vanna’s pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers and slid them inside her. Looking up the length of her perfect body, part of him still in disbelief at the situation, he banged away with his fingers for a little while them pulled them out and dove back in with his face, holding her asscheeks wide with his hands while his tongue worked her pussy and his nose pressed up against her asshole.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Vanna said, slamming her ass back into him, bouncing it off him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. “Holy shit yes, that feels so fucking good.”

Enjoying himself thoroughly, Billy stuck his tongue out and held it rigid, allowing it to slide deep inside Vanna’s pussy every time she bounced back against him. Her juices covered his face and her smell filled his pores, making him feel as though he had permanently taken up residence inside her.

A short time later, Vanna turned around and pulled Billy to his feet, yanking his shirt over his head as he rose. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. She undid his belt, button and zipper in seconds, then dropped his pants and took his cock in her mouth.

She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, massaging and caressing it, getting it hard in no time flat. Once it was sticking straight out, looking like it was going to push through the skin, Vanna bobbed her head forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes turned up to his as she blew him.

Vanna glided over his cock, applying just enough pressure so that he could feel it but not so much that it was unbearable. Wet, slurping sounds escaped from her mouth and her eyes were turned up towards his, maintaining eye contact at all times.

Once Billy’s cock was all wet and slippery, Vanna let it slide out of her mouth, then gathered up some saliva, spit it on his shaft, and jerked him off.

“Are you still not sure about this?” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I can stop if you want. Is that what you want?”

Billy shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” Vanna said, her smile growing wider. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while her hand continued working his shaft.

“Holy shit,” Billy said under his breath.

“Do you like that?” Vanna said, popping his cock out of her mouth.

Billy nodded.

She giggled and slid his cock in her mouth again, taking it halfway down this time. She held it there for a couple seconds before pulling off.

“What about that?” she said. “Do you like that too?”

“Very much,” Billy said. 

“I do too,” Vanna said. “I love the taste of your cock. The feel of it in my mouth. And you know what else I love?”

“What?”

“Getting face-fucked,” she said, flashing him a wicked smile. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can fuck my face?”

“I think I can manage that,” Billy said.

“Let’s find out,” Vanna said. She opened her mouth wide and put her arms behind her back.

Billy took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Vanna’s head and held in place as he slammed his cock in and out of her open mouth while wet, slurping sounds escaped from it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the floor.

Vanna gagged and coughed but her eyes told him to keep going, so Billy did, moving his hips back and forth as fast as he could, hammering her mouth with his cock for a good thirty seconds before shoving it all the way down her throat and keeping it there, forcing her to deepthroat him, holding her head against him while she coughed and gagged.

Eventually he let Vanna go. Her head snapped back and she gasped for breath, laughing and smiling all the while.

“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. I have to admit, you’re a little more forceful than I was expecting.”

“Sorry,” Billy said, suddenly feeling sheepish.

“Don’t be,” Vanna said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing, actually.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “Most men are too gentle for my tastes. They don’t know how to turn it up a notch. But you obviously do.”

“Thanks,” Billy said, just as sheepishly as before, but for different reasons. He wasn’t one who took compliments well. Never had been.

“Ahh, aren’t you cute,” Vanna said. “All embarrassed.”

She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock, licking it from base to tip, making him shiver.

Laughing, Vanna said, “Oh, you like that too, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re sure to like this,” she said, sliding deeper beneath him and going to work on his ballsack, running her tongue over it while she jerked him off.

As Billy breathed heavily above her, Vanna took one of his balls in her mouth and gargled it for a few seconds before switching over to the other one. After playing with that one for a little while she took them both in her mouth, flicking her tongue against them and bouncing them off each other before letting them go with a little pop.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” he said.

“Yeah, you like that? You like it when I suck on your balls?”

Billy nodded vigorously.

Giggling, Vanna went back for seconds. This time she wrapped a couple of fingers around Billy’s sack right below his cock and squeezed, creating a tight little pocket with his balls as the prize. She stuck the whole package in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling down at the same time, stretching his sack out while she continued jerking him off.

Billy let out a little moan—mostly pleasure but with a little hint of pain mixed in—and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, in an attempt to calm himself down. But it was fruitless. He was simply too excited.

Billy backed off, forcing Vanna to release his sack from her mouth. As she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d made him tap out, Billy bent down, puts his arms beneath her shoulders, and lifted her up so she was standing in front of him. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and explored around for a few seconds before breaking off the kiss and spinning her around so she was facing the table, her ass to him.

“Oh, taking a little bit of control,” Vanna said.

“That’s right,” Billy replied.

“I like it. I like it a lot. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”

Billy stepped out of his pants then lifted Vanna’s slip up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder.

Once all their clothes were off, Billy bent Vanna over the table. He lifted her leg, putting it on the table too, opening her up wider, then grabbed ahold of his cock and stepped forward. He smacked his cock against her wet, waiting pussy a couple times, then slid it inside her.

“Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy,” Vanna said, speaking in gasping breaths.

With his hands around her hips for balance, Billy slammed his cock into Vanna, fucking her from behind, their bodies slapping against each other, combining with their repeated moans of pleasure to create a symphony of sex.

“Do you like that,” Billy said, mimicking her tone from earlier. “Do you like it when I take you from behind?”

Vanna turned her upper body so she could look back at him and nodded in reply.

“I fucking love it,” she said, smiling wickedly.

“Do you want it harder?” he said.

“Fuck yes,” Vanna replied. “As hard as you can give it to me.”

Billy ran his hands up her back grabbed ahold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as his hips came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“Holy shit yes,” she said. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Give it to me nice and deep. I want every inch of you inside me.”

Vanna’s dirty talking just revved Billy up even more. He turned up the intensity, slamming his hips forward, causing her ass to ripple with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her.

“That’s right,” Vanna said, practically screaming. “Pound it. Fuck my little cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me just like that. Just like that!”

Billy hammered into Vanna a few more times before slowing things down to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside her, he reached down and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide. After admiring the view for a few seconds, he started moving against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in slow, deep pumps.

“Does that feel good?” Vanna asked.

“Fuck yes,” Billy replied. He’d always enjoyed fucking slowly, even more so than pounding a girl. It was more sensual, more romantic. But it also increased the sensitivity tenfold, which wasn’t always good thing. Not unless he wanted to cum within minutes. Which was why he gradually sped things up, moving against more quickly with every thrust.

“Do you like spreading my pussy open so you can see?” Vanna said. “So you can watch your cock going in and out of me?”

“I fucking love it,” Billy replied, steadily increasing the rhythm until he was once again hammering away at her, their bodies coming together with a wet slap.

“Do you like that?” she said. “Do you like my pussy throbbing around your dick? Do you feel those big pussy lips wrapped around it?”

Billy didn’t reply. He was too busy fucking the shit out of her.

“Fuck me,” Vanna said, practically snarling the words, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Billy did as Vanna asked, giving her everything he had, even throwing in a couple slaps to the ass while he pummeled her from behind.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Vanna cried. “I’m going to fucking cum!”

Reaching deep into his reserves, Billy kept it up, pounding away at Vanna until her body tensed up and then released, her legs quivering and shaking as her pussy drenched his cock with juices.

After Vanna’s orgasm had passed, she pushed her hips forward, drawing Billy’s cock from her pussy. She spun around and dropped to her knees, talking the whole time.

“I want to suck it,” she said. “I want to clean my cum off your cock. Can I do that? Is that okay with you?”

Smiling, Billy nodded.

Returning his grin, Vanna ran her tongue over his cock, licking it clean of her cum. “I taste so fucking good,” she said. “I love licking my cum off your cock.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually moving further and further down until she was nearly swallowing the entire thing.

“I love it too,” Billy said. “Too much, I’m afraid,” he added, reaching down and hooking his arms under Vanna’s shoulders and pulling her to her feet.

Once she was standing, he lifted her up and set her ass down on the table, then pushed on her shoulders, guiding her onto her back.

“I need a little break,” he said as he spread her legs and squatted down until his face was at the same level as her pussy. “Do you mind?”

Without waiting for an answer, he dove in, smashing her face between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy.

“Not at all,” Vanna said, drawing out the words. “You can eat my pussy whenever the hell you feel like it.”

Billy went to town, working her pussy with tons of energy, licking her snatch and sucking on her pussy lips and driving his tongue inside her and exploring around. Vanna was soaking wet, drenching his entire face with her juices.

“Holy shit you’re good at that,” she said, her voice filled with pleasure.

“You like that, do you?” Billy replied, coming up for air, looking up at her.

“I fucking love it,” Vanna said. Leaning forward, she grabbed his head with both hands and pulled his face into her, smashing it up against her flesh, smothering him. Billy flicked his tongue in and out of her pussy while she moaned above him.

Eventually Vanna let him go. But Billy wasn’t done yet. He started working her clit with his mouth, pressing his tongue against it with as much force as he could muster.

Vanna let out a little yelp and bucked against him hard enough to make the table move. The expression on her face was a combination of determination and pleasure and her chest was heaving with exertion.

Billy glanced up at her and saw how into it she was. He decided she was enjoying it so much he’d take things even further. While his tongue still worked her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and starting banging away, moving them in and out as quickly as he could, not taking it easy at all.  

“Holy fuck,” she said, drawing the word out in pleasure. She tilted her head back, losing herself, her chin pointed towards the ceiling and her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she let out a long, low, wordless groan.

Feeling emboldened, Billy squeezed another finger inside her. It was a tight fit, forcing him to slow down for a few seconds while she adjusted. But she quickly loosened up and he went back to slamming his fingers in and out of her, forcing them in as far as he could with as much speed as possible. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices flowing like a stream, allowing him to hammer away at her without any resistance whatsoever.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Vanna cried. “Right there, right fucking there! Oh my god you’re so fucking good at that. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop! I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

And just like that, she let out a little screech and her pussy released another torrent of juices, drenching Billy’s face even further.

Once her orgasm had passed, Vanna grabbed two handfuls of Billy’s hair and pulled him to his feet. “Come here. Come on, get up here,” she said.

Billy did so willingly. Even though he thoroughly enjoyed eating her pussy, he was ready to move on to the main course.

 “Enough playing around,” Vanna said, running her tongue along his face, licking her pussy juices off his skin. “I need you inside me.”

She grabbed ahold of his stiff cock and jerked him off while simultaneously sticking her tongue in his mouth. While they continued to make out, Vanna pulled Billy towards her, guiding his cock into her wet, waiting pussy.

Vanna gasped slightly as Billy entered her, his cock sliding in with ease. They made out for a few more seconds before Billy broke off the kiss and started to slowly move his cock in and out of her pussy.

The relaxed approach didn’t last long, however; both of them were way too riled up to take things slow at this point. And as wet as Vanna’s pussy was, it was impossible to anyhow.

Billy gradually increased the speed and intensity in which his cocked slammed into Vanna until he was giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, in aggressive, hammering thrusts. The table rocked and squeaked beneath them as their bodies came together in wet smacks, their eyes locked together, both wearing expressions of pure joy.

“Your cock feels so fucking good,” Vanna said. “Ohmygod your cock feels fucking amazing.”

Hearing Vanna’s voice just got Billy more excited. “Keep on talking,” he said. “I want to hear your voice while I fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Vanna asked. “You like that, huh? You like me egging you on? It turns you on, does it?”

Billy nodded his head and hammered her even harder. He was still a little ways away from orgasm but rapidly gaining ground and he wanted to give it to her as hard and fast as possible before he was finished for good.

“Holy shit that feels fucking great,” Vanna said, the tone of her voice getting higher-pitched with every utterance. “Yeah, come and get it. This is your pussy. You can do whatever you want to it. You own it.”

Emboldened even further by Vanna’s words, Billy grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder, then wrapped his arms around her thigh and turned her to the side just a bit, altering the angle of entry and allowing him to penetrate her more deeply.

“Goddammit!” Vanna cried out. ““That’s right, pound it, pound that fucking pussy!”

With every word that came out of Vanna’s mouth, Billy got a little more excited, a little closer to orgasm. But still he wanted more.

So he lifted his leg, putting one foot up on the table to gain even more leverage. Gripping Vanna’s leg more tightly, using her body for balance, he went after her with everything he had, his body sweating, his chest heaving, his breath shortening as he hammered away at her pussy, his balls slapping up against her ass with every thrust, his cock pushing up against something deep inside her before sliding most of the way out to start the process again.

“Fuck me,” Vanna cried out. “Come on, fuck me like you mean it! Fuck me like the little slut I am! Hammer me with that fucking cock! Hammer me!”

Billy was bone-tired from exertion, but still he didn’t slow down, pushing through all the boundaries of exhaustion to fuck Vanna like he’d never fucked another woman before, their bodies slapping together with a wet sound that echoed about the room, the table barely standing upright, Vanna’s tits flopping around madly, her eyes wild, her hair everywhere, her face a mask of pleasure.

“Holy fuck I’m going to cum again,” she said in a breathless burst. “I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

Even though he was mere seconds away from cumming himself, Billy did as Vanna asked, continuing to defy his body and pound away at her pussy while desperately holding off on his orgasm until she’d had another one.

Luckily for him it was only a few more seconds before Vanna’s body shuddered for the third time that evening, releasing yet another torrent of her juices from her pussy, making things even wetter than ever down there.

But Billy was too close to slow down at this point, even for a moment. He still hammered away at Vanna’s pussy even as she recovered from her orgasm.

Vanna was an experienced woman; she knew exactly what was happening. She could read it on Billy’s face, could intuit it from his body-language.

“Are you ready to cum?” she asked, her tone softer now, sexy and alluring.

Billy nodded.

“You want to cum all over this slutty face of mine?” she asked.

He nodded again, unable to speak even if he’d wanted to.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Vanna said. “Are you ready?”

He nodded for the third time.

Vanna slid her body back, allowing his cock to slip out of her pussy. In a flash she was on her knees on the floor, her face directly in front of his cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on the tip while jerking the shaft with her hand.

“Fucking give it to me,” Vanna said, popping his cock out of her mouth. “Come on, baby, cum all over my face.”

She worked his cock with her hand for a couple more seconds and then Billy was there. He grunted softly and his face screwed up in a twist and then his body tensed for a moment before releasing, sending a rope of sperm shooting out of his cock and splashing against her pretty face.

Vanna continued jerking Billy off while he came: four, five, six loads shooting out of his cock, covering her face in white, leaving ropes of sperm on her forehead, in her hair, on her cheeks, her chin, her nose, and in her mouth.

Staring up at Billy as he shimmied and shook and tried to catch his breath, Vanna wrapped her lips around his cock one last time and sucked on the tip, drawing the lest remnants of cum from him.

Billy stared down at her with a huge smile on his face, her cum-covered face perversely making her even sexier than ever, which was quite a feat.

Vanna milked Billy completely dry then pulled her mouth off his cock for the last time and climbed to her feet. Billy grabbed his t-shirt from the ground and handed it to her so she could wipe her face off.

“My God that was a monster load,” Vanna said as she cleaned her face with his shirt.

“Tell me about it,” Billy said. “I’ve never cum like that before.”

“That’s because you’ve never been with a girl like me before,” Vanna replied.

“Ain’t that the truth,” he said. “But what I really want to know is if I ever will again.”

Vanna flashed him a playful little smirk. “Be with a girl like me again? Or be with me again?”

“As far as I can tell, there aren’t any other girls like you,” Billy said. “You’re one of a kind.”

Vanna’s smirk turned into a genuine smile. “Keep on saying things like that and I’m pretty sure this won’t be the only time we’re doing something like this.”

“That’s all it’s going to take?” Billy said, offering a playful grin of his own. “A few kind words?”

“As long as you mean them,” she replied. “And, of course, you have to be able repeat this performance again. And maybe even step things up a little bit.”

“Oh, that won’t be much of a problem,” he said, laughing. “In fact, it’s the easiest thing in the world.”

 

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DESTROYING THE TRASHY TRAMP

 

In general, I like some variety with my sexual encounters. Sometimes I want to be dominated, sometimes I want to be the one dominating, sometimes I want to be surprised, sometimes I’ve craving anal and so on. It changes based on my mood.

But at the same time my tastes are very specific. When I decide on a scenario, I want it a very specific way. And this evening I’m going to play out a fantasy of mine.

I think of it as the reluctant submissive.

Basically, I want to dominate a young lady, make her do exactly what I want her to do, exactly how I want her to do it. But I don’t want a passive submissive, someone who just gives in completely. I want a fighter, a girl with attitude, someone who’s going to make me take from her what I want. Or at least pretend to.

Of course, this sort of thing isn’t possible in the real world. Not unless you want to get yourself arrested. Which is exactly why I prefer escorts. All it takes is a few hundred bucks and a phone call and I can lay out the scenario in detail and get a girl that will fit my needs perfectly. This way, she knows exactly what she’s getting into. And even if she doesn’t necessarily enjoy it (although I much prefer getting the girls that do) she’s at least willing to do it and pretend like she’s enjoying it. And if she’s a good enough actress (and virtually all of them are, at least in the upper levels of the escort industry where I get my girls from) you never know the difference anyway.

It’s the best of both worlds, really. A sexual role-play but one that doesn’t come with any of the pre or post sex awkwardness that inevitably happens when you do it with a significant other. Both parties know exactly what they’re getting into and both parties are fine with the parameters. I get to live out a fantasy of mine and she gets to make a living and we all go home happy. Or at least satisfied. And in this uncertain world of ours, how often can you say something like that?

   

There’s an aggressive knock on my hotel room door and I head over and turn the handle without peeking through the eyehole. I’ve learned it’s better to get the first glimpse in the flesh, so to speak.

I’ve barely got the door open when she saunters in like she owns the place, with nothing more than a flip of her chin in my direction. She drops a small purse on the floor near the door and turns to face me, giving me the first full look at her.

She’s not too small of girl, about 5’6” and right around 125 pounds. Solid enough looking to take the pounding I had in mind. Long, sandy blonde hair, big brown eyes, bright red lipstick on pouty, full lips. Her attitude is apparent, all the way from the slightly disdainful look on her face to the way she holds herself to the combination black leather jacket and shorts she’s wearing. Not to  mention the knee-high black leather boots on her feet.

In other words, perfect. Exactly what I was looking for.

“So are we gonna get this party started or what?” she says, looking right at me without any hint of embarrassment.

“You know what you’re getting into, right?”

 “Yeah, you hired me to push me around and make yourself feel like a big man. But you don’t want it to be too easy.”

“And you’re game for that?”

“I’m game for whatever you’ve got,” she says.

“Are you sure?” I say. “It’s going to get a bit rough.”

She scoffs and glares at me sideways. “From you? I doubt it. You’re a pathetic little businessman and I do this sort of thing for a living. You won’t even be able to make me uncomfortable.”

“Is that what I look like to you?” I ask her as I undo my belt. “A middle management loser who has to hire women to get laid?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” she says.

I slip my belt off and fold it over and slap it on the palm of my hand while I talk. “So if I were to tell you that I own my own business and I’m worth a few million on a bad day and I hire women because I don’t like dealing with the emotions of a traditional relationship, what would you say to that?”

“I’d probably say you were full of shit.” There’s no fear in her eyes, just faux disdain poorly masking a deep undercurrent of excitement.

“Is that right?” I say as I loop the belt around her neck.

“That’s right,” she says, still maintaining her look of defiance.

I run the belt through the buckle and tighten it around her neck. Not so tight that she can’t breathe but not loosely either.

“Then I guess I’ll just let you go on believing what you want. After all, I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” I raise my hand holding the belt so it digs into her skin. She has to lift her chin to keep from choking. “As long as you do what you’re told.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll punish you.”

“What if I like to be punished?”

“Then I guess we’ll both be having fun,” I say, raising my hand higher.

This time, no amount of chin lifting will keep her from choking. I’m simply too tall and have too much leverage over her.

“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I ask.

She nods as much as her situation will allow.

“I want to hear it.”

“I’ll do what you tell me,” she manages to say.

“We’ll see about that,” I say, lowering my hand, loosening the pinch of the belt and allowing her to breathe. She does so in gasping breaths.

I reach out with my free hand and undo the zipper on her leather jacket. I have no intention of having her take it off, I just want easy access to her tits. Nevertheless, she starts to wiggle out of it.

I smack her in the face. Not very hard, just enough to get her attention. She looks at me with wide eyes that appear to be a combination of startled and angry. It’s hard to know for sure if she’s acting or not, but it doesn’t really matter. She knew what she was getting into. Nothing I do from here on in should surprise her too greatly.

“Did I tell you to take your jacket off?” I say.

She shakes her head. Her lip is quivering slightly but her eyes are defiant.

“Then why did you start to do it?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“I’m not paying you to think,” I say. “I’m paying you to do what I tell you, nothing more. Got it?”

She nods.

“What?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s better,” I say.

My tone reflects disappointment but in reality I’m anything but. She’s acting exactly as I’d hoped she would. Defiant yet submissive at the same time. I’m not sure if she’s doing it on purpose or not but it’s definitely working for me. My cock is rock hard and pressing against the material of my pants. 

 I reach inside her jacket and fondle one of her tits. With her jacket on I hadn’t been able to get a good look. It’s not that big that’s all right; it’s perky as hell and perfectly proportioned. Which is good enough for me.

I grope her for a few seconds but don’t get much of an outward reaction. So I move my fingers to her nipple. I rub it between my fingertips to harden it up then give it a good hardy pinch.

She bites her bottom lip but doesn’t make a sound.

“Does that hurt?” I ask, my fingers still clamped on her nipple.

“A little.”

“Just a little?”

She nods.

I squeeze harder, twisting my hand while I do so.

She gasps and glares at me.

“What about that?” I say. “Does that hurt?”

She nods.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

She nods again.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

She nods for the third time.

So I do, pinching and twisting her nipple even more aggressively this time.

Her legs start to buckle and she makes a low moaning sound.

I release her nipple and move my hand over to the other one. I give it the same treatment and she reacts similarly. So far, so good.

“Turn around,” I say.

She does as she’s told.

I spin the belt so the buckle is pressing against the back of her neck and my hand holding it is behind her head.

I step closer to her, so my chest is touching her back and my head is right behind hers. With my free hand I reach down and undo the top button on her leather shorts. She’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand inside her shorts and slide a couple of fingers between her legs and start rubbing the outside of her shaved pussy.

“Do you like that?” I whisper into her ear.

She nods.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,” she says.

I slip two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her.

“What about that?” I whisper. “Do you like that too?”


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