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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.














Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Bill Martin. Bill wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little dive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.

For Bill, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.

With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.

When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.

The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Bill. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.

With her short blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Bill to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.

Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.

Bill watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.

He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.

“Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Molly.”

“I’m Bill. Pleased to meet you.”

“Same here,” Molly said. “Mind if I join you?”

“I’d be honored,” Bill said.

“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Molly said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”

“Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Bill said.

“Then what took you so long to make a move?”

“That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”

“Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Molly said.

“Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”

Molly laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”

“Sorry about that,” Bill said.

She shrugged. “What can you do?”

Bill finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”

“What makes you say that?”

Bill shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.

“Come on,” Molly said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”

“I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”

“Only from afar,” she said.

“Really?” Bill asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.

Molly nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”

“But it has to happen sometimes.”

“Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”

“Oh yeah?” Bill asked. “And why is that?”

 “Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”

Bill laughed and took a drink of his beer.

“What’s so funny?” Molly asked.

“I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Bill said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”


“Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”

“Because you did it the right way,” Molly said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”

“I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Bill said, smiling.

“It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Molly said.

“Well thanks, then.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”

“Oh yeah? And what are they?”

“One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”

Bill’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”

Molly bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”

“I think you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”

“To what?”

“To going to your place and having a little fun.”

“I say what are we waiting for?”

Bill pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Molly’s hand, and led her to the door.




Ten minutes later they were in Bill’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something you need to know,” Molly said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Bill to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.

Bill broke their embrace and took a quick step back.

“It’s nothing bad,” Molly said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Bill said.

“No,” Molly said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”

Molly’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”

“Not me,” Bill said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”

“Where have you been my whole life?”

“That’s funny, I was wondering the exact same thing about you.”

“I don’t know where I’ve been,” Molly said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”

“Where’s that?” Bill asked.

“Down,” Molly said, dropping to her knees.

“Oh,” Bill said as she pulled his boxers down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Molly took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of Bill’s cock for a bit, Molly took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.

She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”

Bill nodded, unsure if he could speak.

“Do you want me to suck it some more?”

He nodded again.

Giggling, Molly took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.

Molly sucked Bill’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letting it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.

She grabbed Bill around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.

Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Molly quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Bill’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.

He let out a single, involuntary groan.

“Oh, you liked that, did you?” Molly said, her evil smile growing wider.

“Yeah,” Bill replied.

“Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.

“Holy fuck,” Bill said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.

“Wow, you really like that, didn’t you?” Molly said with a giggle.

“A little bit too much, I think,” Bill said.

“Tell me about it. Maybe I should just go back to sucking your cock.”

“Maybe you should,” he said.

So she did, wrapping her lips around his cock and working it with her mouth while jerking him off at the same time, keeping her eyes locked on his all the while.

Molly blew him with an experts touch, constantly altering the speed and pressure, mixing things up to keep him from settling into a rhythm that would ultimately lead to cumming way too soon.

As it was, Bill was far more excited than he should have been, forcing him to pull away from Molly long before he would have liked to.

“Sorry,” he said as he slid his cock out of her mouth.

“Don’t be,” Molly replied. “It’s flattering, actually, knowing that I turn you on that much. Besides,” she continued. “It’s easy enough to take care of. All we have to do is switch things up.”

“What did you have in mind?” Bill asked.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” she said. “Get down on the ground with your back to the floor. Legs towards the door. Head right here.” She pointed to a spot a couple inches from her feet.

Bill did as  he was told, thoroughly enjoying being ordered around. It was liberating being with a woman that knew exactly what she wanted, especially one that didn’t have a problem articulating it.

“That’s a good boy,” Molly said after Bill was in position. She slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of his head until she was standing directly above his face. Rubbing her pussy while she looked down at him, Molly asked, “Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“A few times,” Bill replied.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” he said again.

“Are you any good at it?” Molly asked.

“I’ve never had any complaints,” Bill said.

“Well let’s see if you can live up to my standards,” she said, falling to her knees and dropping her pussy onto his face.

At first Molly just sat there, not moving at all, smothering Bill with her flesh. After a good 10 seconds, she raised up just a hair, giving him a moment to catch his breath before dropping her pussy back onto his mouth.

But this time she started moving back and forth, grinding on his face, getting him all wet with her juices.

“Stick your tongue out,” Molly said.

Bill obliged without hesitation.

Molly reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving him deeper access. “That’s a good boy,” she said, riding his tongue with her pussy. “Don’t be shy. Get in there. There you go.”

Bill’s cock was rock hard and sticking straight up, pointed towards the ceiling. He reached down and started to stroke it, succumbing to the curious inability of any man to leave his hard cock unattended for any extended period of time.

“Oh, so you want a little attention too,” Molly said. “I think I can help you out there.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on Bill’s face, Molly leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, blowing him while he ate her out, both of them gradually increasing the intensity until Molly was slobbering all over Bill’s cock as he attacked her pussy with reckless abandon.

A good two minutes later, Molly said, “Enough of this shit,” and abruptly climbed off of Bill. She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled forward a couple of paces. She was facing away from Bill, her head pointed towards the door and her ass sticking up in the air, right in his face.

Turning her upper body so she was looking back at Bill, Molly said, “I need your cock inside me. Come over here and stick it in me. Now.”

“As you wish,” Bill said, climbing up to his knees and shuffling over towards Molly until he was poised directly behind her. He stared down at her ass for a few seconds, marveling at its perfection, then grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slipped it inside her pussy.

“Just sit tight,” Molly said, her head still turned back, looking at him. “Let me work it for a little bit.”

Bill complied, holding his body still while Molly moved her ass back against him, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. She had shifted her upper body so she was again facing forward, her tight little body perpendicular to his, her spine arched so her shoulder blades and vertebrae were visible.

Molly locked her arms out and started rocked back harder against him, so hard that he was forced to grab her hips to avoid being knocked backwards.

“You want to take control, do you?” Molly said, confusing Bill’s act of self-preservation for initiative. “Then take it, big boy. Show me what you’ve got.”

Bill went with it, slamming his cock deep inside Molly’s pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base, his balls slapping up against the underside of her pussy with every thrust.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Molly said, turning back to face him once again. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours.”

Bill paused for a moment to climb to his feet, switching up the angle of penetration and giving him more leverage. Squatting down, his body hovering over Molly’s, he proceeded to pummel her more aggressively. Her entire body moved forward every time they came together and wet, smacking sounds filled the hallway.

Molly’s moans had grown in intensity; she was practically screaming every time their bodies came together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunts, still looking back at him. “Give me that cock. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

The combination of Molly’s endless talking, the look of absolute pleasure on her face, and the pure physical sensation were pushing the limits of Bill’s self-control. It took all his concentration to keep fucking her without cumming. And when she reached back with one hand and slapped her ass, it nearly put him over the edge. He had to pull his cock out of her pussy and scuttle backwards to avoid shooting his load right then and there.

Molly’s look of annoyance quickly turned to humor when she saw the look on Bill’s face and realized what had happened.

“Too much for you, huh?” she said, smiling.

“Almost,” he said.

“All you all better now?” Molly asked.

“I think so,” Bill replied.

“Good,” she said, turning her body around and crawling towards him. “Because I need more of your cock.”

Molly rose up onto her knees until her head at the same height as his. She leaned in and gave Bill a kiss then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down onto his back on the floor.

Rising to her feet, Molly walked forward until her legs were even with Bill’s hips, one foot on either side of his body. The she squatted down, put one hand on his chest for balance, grabbed ahold of his cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Molly started working his cock, bouncing down on him with gradual insistence, his cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before Bill’s cock was completely disappearing inside Molly, her ass hammering down onto his body, driving him into the floor.

After a particularly aggressive flurry, she slammed down on him one final time and held her body there with his cock deep in her pussy.

“You like that don’t you?” Molly said, staring at Bill, their eyes locked together. “You like it when I hammer you with my pussy.”

Bill nodded.

Molly dragged her hands off Bill’s chest and sat up a little higher, putting her palms flat against the walls, one on each side of the hall. Keeping his cock inside her, Molly started moving her hips in a circular motion, going around and around, taking his cock on the ride of a lifetime.

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

Bill nodded again.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Molly said. “I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

“I love it,” Bill said. “I fucking love it.”

“That’s better,” Molly said, a satisfied little half-smile on her face. She dropped her knees to the floor, straddling him proper, then reached back and put her hands on his thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her head towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Molly continued riding Bill’s cock, he reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand, and started to squeeze. She let out a high-pitched moan and started pummeling him even more aggressively.

Taking this as a cue that she liked this new development, Bill maneuvered his fingers around her nipples and gave them a pinch.

Molly bucked even harder and her cries grew more desperate. Sitting straight up once again, she glared down at him with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

Bill did as he was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on him with her full weight, their bodies coming together with a loud, wet slapping sound. “Smack my fucking tits. Treat me like a little fucking slut. Punish me, big boy. Fucking punish me!”

Bill continued smacking away Molly’s tits while she impaled herself on his cock. He was enjoying himself immensely—too much in fact. He cursed softly under his breath and bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to fight off the inevitable orgasm.

Molly recognized the look on his face and quickly lifted herself off of him. “No, no, no,” she said, admonishing him by wiggling her finger back and forth in an exaggerated fashion. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, mister.”

Bill laughed and shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be,” Molly said flashing him a wry smile. “It’s perfectly understandable.” She climbed to her feet and held out her hand, helping Bill to his. Holding his hand, Molly lead him to the couch. “Now, I’m sure you need a chance to cool down a bit, and luckily, I have a way to keep you busy while you do.”

“How’s that?” Bill said. He was pretty sure he knew what she was hinting at but much like her earlier, he wanted to hear her say the words out loud.

Molly sat Bill on the couch and sat down next to him. “The great equalizer,” she said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that his woman comes away satisfied.” She held out her hand. It was balled in a fist except for her index and middle fingers, which were sticking out straight and pressed together.

“The boy scout salute?” Bill said, feigning confusion.

“Very fucking funny,” Molly said, giving him a mock dirty look. She grabbed ahold of her ankles and spread her legs wide, opening her wet, perfect pussy to him. “Don’t be shy,” she said. “Feel free to get in there and get dirty.”

“If you insist,” Bill said.

“And remember,” she said. “You don’t have to hurry things up. Take all the time you want down there.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Bill didn’t even bother rubbing the outside of her pussy, instead choosing to slide his two fingers directly inside. They went in without any resistance, just as he expected.

Molly let out a soft moan as Bill’s fingers entered her. He started slowly at first, but quickly settled into an insistent rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, his fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease.  

Bill gradually increased the intensity, slamming his fingers inside Molly’s pussy, her moans growing more animated as he banged her with more aggression. He sat up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on his arm.

“That’s it,” Molly said between gasping breaths. “Work that pussy with your fingers. Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

Never in a million years would Bill have thought he was being gentle with Molly, but he figured if she wanted it harder, he would certainly give it to her. He rose up even further, allowing him deeper access to her pussy, which he took advantage of, pummeling her with everything he had, his fingers working furiously, the tips of them curled up to rub her G-spot.

“There you go,” she said, her voice louder and higher-pitched than before. “Just like that, just like that. Holy fuck, just like that!”

Bill worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit.

“Goddammit that feels so fucking good!” Molly screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

Bill continued hammering away, his entire hand practically disappearing inside Molly’s pussy as she gripped the couch, using it as leverage to buck against him with everything she had, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her.

“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum!” Molly screamed. Staring directly at Bill, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He had no intention to, not seeing the way she was getting off. Bill intended to keep finger-fucking Molly until she couldn’t take it anymore, until she was begging for him to stick his dick in her. Even if it took all night.

It didn’t take nearly that long.

No more than thirty seconds after Molly had ordered Bill not to stop finger-fucking her, she let out a high-pitched, desperate scream and her body tightened up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching his hand and arm and dripping onto the couch.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Molly pulled Bill’s fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked them clean, one finger at a time, then jammed all three into her mouth at the same time for one final taste before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at him.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“I can tell,” Molly said. “So are you ready to stick your cock back in me?”

Bill nodded.

Molly glanced down at his cock, which was as hard as it had been all night. “Yeah,” she said. “I can see that. Just promise me one thing before you do.”

“Whatever you want.”

“Make sure you tell me when you’re ready to cum,” she said. “I’ve got something special in mind.”

“I promise,” Bill said.

“Good,” Molly said, opening her legs up to him. “Now come over here and fuck me with that hard cock of yours.”

Bill smiled. “My pleasure.” He cozied up to Molly, threw one of her legs over his shoulder and slid his cock into her wetter-than-ever pussy.

Molly let out a little moan as Bill slammed his cock into her, giving it to her balls-deep right from the start. Finger-fucking her hadn’t taken the edge off at all; if anything it had gotten him even more excited than fucking her proper had. But that was all right. Because of the stellar job he’d done with his fingers she’d already cum. He didn’t have to worry about pleasing Molly anymore. That job was done.

And thank goodness, because the way things were going, Bill wasn’t going to last very long inside of her. He’d only been fucking Molly for half a minute this time around when he could feel an orgasm right around the bend.

Bill slammed his cock up into her and held it there, her ass pushing up against him as his hips grinded into her, forcing his cock as deep as it would go.

With his explosion right on the horizon, Bill pulled back before hammering his cock into Molly again, pumping his hips furiously now, her copious juices allowing his cock to glide in and out of her pussy with almost no friction whatsoever.

And then he was there.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” he said, just as he promised Molly he would.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Molly sprang into action, pulling herself off his cock and flipping around on the couch in a flash. Before Bill knew what was happening, she had her arms around his waist and her lips around his cock and was working it with desperate intensity, her head bouncing forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes locked on his.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bill said, giving Molly one final warning before his cock exploded. But it went unheeded, as she continued blowing him, apparently intent on taking his load in her mouth.

So Bill gave Molly what she wanted, relaxing his body and letting nature take over. He held his breath for a moment, then let it out in a rush, along with a stream of his sperm.

Even after Molly took Bill’s first blast in her mouth, she continued blowing him, drawing another stream out of his cock, and another, and another, taking it all like a champ, continuing to suck his cock until it was completely dry. Only then did she let it slide from her mouth.

Once Bill’s cock was free, Molly opened her mouth, showing him the reservoir of cum collected inside. Then, staring directly at him the whole time, she tilted her head back, swallowing his huge load.

Laughing, Bill shook his head. It looked like his luck had finally turned. “It’s about time,” he said under his breath. “It’s about fucking time.”






Erica Garner parks her Mazda RX-7 in front of Nolan Harper’s house and walks towards his front door.

It’s their first date. Erica has thought Nolan was cute for quite some time but figured he wasn’t her type of guy. She likes her guys rough and tumble and perverted. And Nolan didn’t seem like that at all. He was cute enough, sexy even, but he was extremely quiet and came off as a bit of an antisocial, loner type.

But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. He was just shy. As it turns out, one of Erica’s coworkers has a friend that went to college with Nolan, and word is, once he gets comfortable around someone, he’s quite the party animal. And perverted as hell. A real freak in bed.

Once Erica found that out, she marched over to his office and asked him out.

She had no problems taking the lead; in fact, it was precisely her style. And if she had to take control in bed too, she had no problem with that either. In fact, she got off on that sort of thing.

As she knocks on Nolan’s door, she decides to start things off with a bang. Literally. There was no reason to wait until after the date to make a move; the date part was all pretext anyway. Might as well get right to the heart of the matter.

Nolan opens the door and greets Erica and invites her in. As soon as she enters, she turns around just inside the door, and immediately drops to her knees. Nolan closes the door behind him, locks it, and turns around. His eyes go wide as he sees her looking up at him with big, blue, needy eyes and hands that are already undoing his belt.

“What are you doing?” Nolan asks. But his eyes are sparkling and he’s looking at Erica with good humor. He’s clearly enjoying this turn of events.

“Skipping the appetizers and going straight to the main course,” Erica says as she finishes undoing his belt then unbuttons his fly and pulls his pants—boxers and all—to the ground.

Nolan has a pretty good sized cock, not enormous but by no means small. And it’s sticking straight out, as hard as a board.

“Not bad,” Erica says, “Not bad at all.”

“Why thank you,” Nolan replies, still smiling.

“What I really want to know is if you know what to do with it?” she says.

“The real question is; do you?”

Instead of answering, Erica goes right to work.

She slips his cock into her mouth and sucks on it until it’s hard, then rises to her feet. Turning around so her back is to Nolan, Erica slips out of her black dress, leaving her in only a black G-string and heels. Smiling over her shoulder at him, she walks forward until she’s standing near the wall.

Once there, Erica leans over at the waist, her hands on the wall to help her balance, her legs straight, muscles taut, her ass sticking out.

She flashes another looks over her shoulder at Nolan, then slaps her ass cheek. Giggling, she slaps it again. Still looking back at him, she hooks her fingers under her panties and pulls on them, bending over with her legs still straight as she slides them off.

Completely bent over at the waist, Erica looks at Nolan from between her legs and beckons him over. As he makes his way towards her, she straightens up, then reaches back and grabs one ass cheek with each hand and spreads them wide, opening her ass up to him.

Nolan drops to his knees and buries his face between her cheeks.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Erica says as Nolan goes to work on her pussy, running his tongue up it,  licking it like there’s no tomorrow.

Erica releases her ass cheeks and grabs two handfuls of Nolan’s hair. She pulls him towards her, smashing his face against her flesh. She holds him there, smothering him with her ass, his tongue buried deep in her pussy and his nose pressing up against her asshole.

Erica can feel Nolan struggling to breath but she holds him in place for a full 10 seconds before letting him go. His head snaps back and he gasps for breath.

“Do you like that?” she asks, looking back at him. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

Nolan nods his head vigorously. His smile is threatening to split his face in half.

“Yeah, I thought you might.”

Erica grabs ahold of Nolan’s head once again and pull his face towards her. But this time she drops her ass a little bit lower, so his tongue is directly in line with her asshole.

Nolan knows exactly what she wants and he obliges, running his tongue in circles over her asshole before plunging the tip of it inside her anus.

“There you go,” she says, grinding her ass against his face. “Lick my dirty shithole, you filthy little bastard.”

Apparently her dirty talking turns Nolan on, as he starts to go after her asshole with more energy.

“Holy fuck, that feels so fucking good,” she says. His tongue is deep in her asshole as he struggles for breath beneath her.

Eventually Erica lets him go, heaving and gasping.

“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him over her shoulder. “Not bad at all. But now I want your hard cock inside me.”

Still grasping Nolan’s hair, Erica uses it to pull him to his feet. He pushes his body up against hers, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.

Erica reaches back and grabs ahold of his cock and smacks it against her ass cheek a few times before slipping it into her soaking wet pussy.

They both let out little groans of pleasure as Nolan enters Erica. He tries to take things slow, but she don’t let him, bouncing her ass back against him with so much force that he almost loses his balance.

“Come on big boy,” she says, taunting him just a little bit. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you mean it.”

Nolan obliges, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back towards him as he fucks her from behind. He hammers away at her pussy, giving her his cock balls-deep, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust as he grunts like an animal.

Erica is loving Nolan’s newfound intensity, but still she needs more. And over the years she’s learned that the easiest way to get that from a man is to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” she asks, turning her head to look back at him. “Come on, you can fuck me harder than that.”

Nolan takes the bait, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upper body against the wall, smashing her tits against it. Erica turns her face sideways and plants one palm against the wall on either side of her head to balance herself as he pummels her from behind.

“Is this what you want?” Nolan snarls, leaning in so his mouth is right next to her ear. “Do you want me to shove you up against the wall and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”

Gasping, Erica nods her head.

“Fine,” Nolan says. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

He puts his open palm against the side of her face and pushes on it, holding her head against the wall.

“What about this?” he asks, still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you like this too?”

“I fucking love it,” Erica says, spitting the words out between deep breaths. She can barely talk she’s so turned on. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”

Grinning like a madman, Nolan spreads his legs and starts pounding away at her like never before. With his right hand he smacks her ass while still holding her face against the wall with his left.

“Smack me again,” Erica growls. “Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am. Pummel me! Break me in fucking half!”

So Nolan does, spanking her ass repeatedly, the sounds filling the room like gunshots. His left hand creeps down her face a little bit and he slides three fingers into her open mouth.

Staring right at Erica, his face a mask of concentration, Nolan pulls down on her jaw while slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

All the rough stuff has Erica ready to burst. But she needs something to get herself over the top. So while Nolan fucks the shit out of her and slaps her ass and fills up her mouth with his fingers, Erica slides her hand down and starts aggressively rubbing at her clit.

With all the different stimuli, it isn’t long before Erica cums, the orgasm passing through her system quickly but intensely while Nolan continues doing his thing, oblivious to what just happened.

But despite his obliviousness to her recent orgasm, he’s obviously having a blast. In fact, Erica can see from the look on his face that he’s fighting an orgasm. She’s not through with him yet, however, so she shifts her hips forward and forces his cock to slide out of her pussy.

Before Nolan can complain, Erica quickly drops to her knees and turns around to face him, her back now towards the wall but not pressing against it. Before he can say a word, she uses her tongue to clean her juices off of his cock.

“I love the taste of my pussy juices,” she says in between licks, staring up at him the entire time. “Especially when I’m licking them off a man’s hard cock.”

Nolan barks a harsh laugh and shakes his head, smiling all the while. He’s clearly enjoying Erica’s slutty side.

Once Nolan’s cock is clean, Erica wraps her lips around the tip and starts to suck on just the head. Still maintaining eye contact, she works the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand works his shaft.

“Do you like that?” she asks, pulling her mouth off his cock for just a moment. “Do you like it when I suck your cock after you’ve been fucking me?”

“I fucking love it,” Nolan says.

“Well that’s good,” Erica says. “Because so do I.”

She takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to blow him proper, taking him three-quarters of the way down with every pump.

After bobbing on Nolan’s cock for a while, Erica pulls back and takes a deep breath. Then she put her arms behind her back and hooks her hands together.

“I want you to fuck my face,” she says, looking up at him. “I want you to pretend that my mouth is my pussy and fuck the shit out of it. Can you do that for me, tough guy?”

With one side of his mouth turned up in a little smile, Nolan nods.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Erica says. She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out.

Shaking his head softly from side to side as though he can’t believe his luck, Nolan grabs ahold of his cock, steps forward, and slides it directly into Erica’s mouth.

Nolan doesn’t waste any time at all, pummeling Erica’s mouth with his cock right from the get-go. With his hands on her head to control her, he slams his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her to gag repeatedly and drip spittle down her chin and onto the floor.

“You like this shit don’t you?” Nolan says. “You like being controlled, being forced to do things and having no say in it.”

Erica nods as best she can while Nolan continues fucking her mouth.

“You are such a dirty fucking little whore,” Nolan says, his tone filled with wonder. “You truly can’t get enough, can you?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer, jamming his cock as far as he can into Erica’s mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him.

Nolan holds his cock there, deep in Erica’s throat, with his hands on the back of her head, keeping her in place, for a full ten seconds before finally releasing her.

Erica’s head flies back and she gasps for air, coughing and gagging but still smiling. The tears leaking from her eyes is causing the mascara to run down her cheeks, towards her chin, turning Nolan on like crazy.

“You want more, don’t you?” he says, smiling like a demon.

“I want all you’ve got,” Erica replies.

Laughing, Nolan gives her a smack across the cheek.

“Like that?” he says.

“Exactly like that,” Erica says.

Nolan smacks her again, harder this time.

Erica lets out a yelp but her smile grows wider and she starts playing with her pussy to help herself deal with her growing excitement.

Nolan’s excitement is growing too, and after a few more smacks he pushes Erica backwards so the back of her head is against the wall. Grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her head in place, he orders her to open her mouth wide.

After she does, he slides his cock into her mouth, shoving it more than halfway in and then thrusting his hips back and forth, face-fucking her.

As Erica gags and makes slurping, choking sounds, Nolan pummels her face, giving her everything he has, then slams his cock deep in her throat once again and holds it there.

After ten seconds, Erica tries to turn her head away to catch her breath but Nolan doesn’t let her.

“No, no, no,” he says. “You’re not done yet, slut. Not until I say so.”

A few seconds later, Erica gags and a torrent of saliva runs out of her mouth and onto the floor. She tries to move away again but Nolan isn’t done yet.

“Just a little bit more,” he says.

Erica obliges, calming herself while Nolan holds his cock deep inside her throat. A few seconds later he finally backs away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth.

Gagging, she takes a moment to catch her breath, then starts working herself further beneath him. While he stands over her, looking down, Erica takes one of his balls in her mouth and pulls down on it.

“Holy shit,” Nolan says, staring down at her.

Erica pops his testicle out of her mouth and starts sucking on the other one, while Nolan moans and groans above her.

After a bit, she grabs his sack and pinches it off, creating a little pocket with his balls on the inside. Nolan lets out a little grunt, then sucks air into his lungs as she takes both balls into her mouth at the same time.

“Jesus Christ,” Nolan says, grimacing a bit at the force in which Erica is sucking on his balls.

Feeling a little bad for him—like most men, he can’t even come close to taking what he can dish out—Erica reaches up and starts jerking him off while relaxing a little bit on the amount of suction she’s applying to his balls.

This seems to do the trick for Nolan. Erica has hit on the perfect amount of pleasure and pain for him, taking him right to the brink of orgasm in a flash.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says, which Erica recognizes as man-code for I’m going to cum. She quickly releases his balls and scoots back, then rises on her legs so her head is directly in front his cock, right at the same level.

“Are you ready to burst?” she says.

Nolan nods.

“Cum on my face, baby,” Erica says. “Can you do that for me?”

Nolan nods again.

Rising up a bit, Erica takes the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucks on it greedily while jerking his shaft with her hand at the same time. Maintaining eye contact with Nolan, she works his cock knowingly, reading his eyes and body for the exact moment when he’s going to shoot his load.

And then he’s there, grimacing and tensing up for a moment before bucking.

Erica pops the head of his cock from her mouth at the perfect time, just as he starts to cum, and takes his blasts of sperm right in her face.

By the time Nolan is done, her chin and cheeks and forehead are covered.

“My god,” Nolan says, shivering in pleasure. “You truly are one filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

“You better believe it,” she says, smiling with her face covered in his cum.

“So what happens now?” Nolan asks.

“Now we get cleaned up and go on that date,” Erica says, standing up.

“And then?”

“And then we come back here and get real freaky.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Nolan says, grinning widely.

“Yeah, I thought you might like that,” Erica says as she grabs his hand and leads him towards the bathroom. “I thought you might indeed.”






College is a time and experience that varies depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending machine!

The weekend after finals is always entertaining. There are a large number of college students who panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So, late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain Dew and Jolt sell out of the vending machines and supermarkets within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is calling. 

Now there are lots of places in Vegas for college kids to have a good time. Pretty much anywhere with alcohol and a bed will do (and sometimes the bed is optional if enough alcohol is consumed) but for Julie and I, only the Palms would do. While lots of beautiful people do frequent the Palms, the biggest draw was the fact that Julie and Will, the general manager, had hooked once during a finals blowout weekend and ever since we get amazing free upgrades! For $149, our Sky Villa with a private pool, Jacuzzi tub, and 1800 square feet was impossible to beat.

We entered to find a few complementary bottles of tequila, margarita mix, salt, limes and a box of condoms with a note that read, “I get off at 11-well, actually we’ll probably get to that around 12 and again at 1. Go ahead and start without me but just don’t pass out before you thank me proper.” Julie and I giggled then ran around the room squealing at our luck. She could have fucked any random guy six months before, but she hit the jackpot, and as a result, Vegas was a hell of a lot better time than eight people fighting for floor space in a seedy motel room where getting laid was only an option if your partner wasn’t as broke as you were. 

We showered and changed into slinky dresses, did a few shots to get things started quickly and headed up to the rooftop bar to dance and party. Now, when you’re twenty somethings with perfect bodies, it’s easy to drink for free. Lots of guys seem to think that if they send you over a drink, they earn a free pass into your panties. Maybe for most girls that is true but Julie and I had higher standards than that. No, you could buy us drinks and watch us dance, grind, and get your Johnson stiff but to go home with us, you had to provide, well, a Sky Villa is a start.

Julie was hot. She was a soccer player who had small but perky breasts and a body that was so toned it would have really pissed me off if she wasn’t such a blast to hang out with. I was the opposite. My body wasn’t toned by any means but I could turn some heads as well. My breasts were a perfect 36C and my greatest asset. My long legs weren’t muscular like Julie’s but I had her by six inches and loved to wear heels. Between the two of us, there were very few men who weren’t interested in buying us drinks and praying our beautiful faces would end up in their laps. 

Just after 11, Will showed up. He brought Darrell with him. Darrell was the front desk manager and clearly a frequent visitor to the local gym. I was happy to see that I wasn’t just going to be a third wheel. Julie and I continued to dance and grind together. Will and Darrell quickly found good viewing seats and the other guys who had been sending drinks our way and hoping to go home with something in return quickly got the message and took off. The bar was still packed but the corner of the club we were in quickly became a VIP lounge as the bar staff recognized the two managers and knew to keep the riff-raff far enough from us that they weren’t annoyed. 

Julie and I were very hot and sweaty and ordered another round of shots since we knew that we weren’t going to end up with the bill. We both took seats on either side of the men and leaned over them to keep talking and laughing with each other while replenishing our alcohol consumption. All intentional of course. Women could sit next to each other, but it makes things much more fun to have the men in the middle and your half exposed breasts hanging over your date’s lap while you pretend you can’t hear without leaning over so far your bra and part of your nipple is exposed.

Clearly we were getting their attention because Will and Darrell stopped talking shop and just sat back with their eyes getting wider as we leaned closer to one another, with our breasts resting on their laps. Will and Julie had a history so Will was a bit bolder than Darrell. He slowly ran his hand along his thigh until it reached Julie’s right breast. Then he cupped it and pinched her nipple between his fingers. She just kept right on talking but leaned across him even more, allowing his fingers to engulf her small right tit. Darrell was clearly enjoying the show but not sure if he should make a move or not. I decided to let him stir a bit. I reached over and fondled Julie’s left breast while continuing to talk and laugh. Julie got up off the couch and sat back down on Will’s lap. Will’s pants were already creating quite the pup tent but when Julie’s toned ass was placed on his crotch I waited to hear the zipper bust open. It didn’t. Not yet.

Darrell was also giving his slacks a run for their money. I looked at him and smiled and then leaned over and kissed Julie on the mouth. A slow, deep kiss with tongues exploring each other’s open mouths made both men shift in their seats. Julie began to grab my breasts in return. Although most other patrons were far across the bar, Will suggested we move the party up to our room. Julie and I slowly stood and bent over at the waist to pick up our purses and expose our asses and the color of our g-strings. Then, we deliberately put one foot in front of the other, swinging our hips in an exaggerated fashion while walking in as close to a straight line as we could muster under the influence.

In the elevator, we began to kiss and fondle each other again, mostly because it was really fun getting the men so worked up. I don’t know what it is about the idea of two girls getting together but just about every guy in the world is turned on by it, and if he’s not, he’s very, very gay. Ding. We stepped off the elevator and looked back at the boys. They were standing at attention all right! Both pairs of slacks straining against the fabric and their cocks struggling to get released and join in the fun. 

We laughed, gave them the come here wave with our index fingers and opened up the door to our suite. As soon as the door opened, Will pushed Julie against the wall and began kissing her hard. Darrell again stood watching unsure what to do. So, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him just as violently. Even if he was shy, his cock was not. It was pushing into my mid section like a baseball bat. I giggled and ran my hand down to his groin to keep it from bruising me as much as to let him know that tonight was about fucking. 

He gasped when my hand found his crotch through the fabric and then again when I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and slipped my hand around his shaft. Darrell seemed to finally get the picture or the tequila shots had taken hold. Either way, he began to kiss me back and moved me over to the couch. He sat down and I knelt on the floor in front of him. Normally, I’m not a big fan of cock sucking but when you have a guy who sucks in his breath so loud that it makes you smirk and you know that anything you do, he’ll be damn grateful for, the more I could control him the more I got off. So, I bent down and licked the tip of his dick, popped just the top in my mouth, and then I went all the way down his shaft as quickly as I could. He drew in his breath so loud I thought the neighbors could hear us. I giggled a little to myself which only made him get louder. I giggled again remembering that with his cock in my throat, giggling must do all kinds of things to him. I began to play with my breasts and push them up and around his balls. After all, I wanted to get his cock in me soon and wasn’t planning on being on my knees for very long.

 Meanwhile, Julie and Will were already fucking up against the far wall. I could hear her getting off and it made me swallow Darrell’s cock even more. I could see him watching them, then me, then them. Careful buddy, there is no way you are going to finish without me even getting started! I backed off and began to stroke his cock slowly. Then, he got up off the couch, found the box of condoms, did his thing and came back to his seat. I straddled his lap. I began to rub my pussy and my ass up and down and around his cock without putting it in. He was watching my breasts. Julie began to get very loud. We were both breathing heavy and hearing her get ready to cum was about to send us both over the edge. I pushed my g-string to the side and slipped him in me.

This time we both gasped. I began to ride him, harder and harder as Meagan  screamed. Yes! Fuck! Yes! FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! FUUUUCKKKKK!  YYYYEEEESSSS! Pretty soon I was the one cussing and that only made Meagan’s orgasm last even longer! I moved my hips so that Darrell was as far in me as he would go and I began to shudder. I sat there for a full minute with him doing nothing but watching me cum all over his cock. After my pussy began to slow it’s pulsing down, he lifted me off of him, placed me on the couch next to him and began to lick my cunt. HOLY SHIT! That was something I had never experienced before. With just the right amount of orgasm left in me and I began to shudder again. This time, he stuck his fingers in me and began to finger fuck me as he nibbled and sucked on my clit. HOLY FUCK! Julie was clearly re-aroused by this as she came over and began to suck and grab my tits. SHIT! Will watching the show was clearly not just going to sit this one out. He moved Julie’s ass so he could fuck her from behind as she continued to help get me off again. Watching him pound into her and feeling Darrell’s fingers pound into me sent me shuddering yet again. Only this time, he stuck his fingers as far in as they would go and curled them so as to try to reach my clit from within while sucking my clit. OH FUCK! I began bucking against his hand in my cunt and Julie’s mouth on my tits and felt myself cum yet again.

This went on for hours. Every time Julie or I got off, it turned the other on so much that the cycle was pretty much unending. Eventually we were out of condoms and out of energy. Will and Darrell had gone home and Julie and I passed out. In the morning, we found ourselves happy to done with finals, done with responsibility and done with Darrell and Will. Lucky for me, we weren’t quite done with each other.






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