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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.














I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

“Not bad,” I replied.

“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

“Sure,” I said.

She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

“Hey Gina,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Gina. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

“Hey Frank,” Gina replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

“Just put it on my tab,” Gina said to Frank.

“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Gina and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

“No problem,” Gina replied.

“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

“Was I correct in my assumption?” Gina asked once she’d set her drink down.

“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

“But I have to warn you,” Gina said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

 I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

“Nope,” Gina said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Gina said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

I laughed softly.

“You think differently?” Gina asked.

“Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

“Fair enough,” Gina said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

“It’s that intense, huh?”

Smiling, Gina nodded vigorously.

I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

“So you’re game?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

The look Gina shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

“If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Gina said.

“So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

“Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

“Same here,” I said.

“Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Gina said.

“It does indeed.”

Gina pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”




Five minutes later we arrived at Gina’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

Gina closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

“Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.

It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Gina would have that issue.

“It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.

“It always is,” I replied.


“Pretty much.”

“Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Gina said. “And it’s just the right size too.”

“It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.

She scoffed. “Please.”

“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.

“With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.

“You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Gina said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I said.

“So you say now,” Gina said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”

She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Gina kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.

Gina pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.

“That was nothing,” Gina said. “Just a little taste to get you started. Something for you to think about, for you to long for while I have my way with you.”

She stood up and grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me over the couch in the living room. Once there, she turned me around so my back was facing the couch and gave me a little push in the chest, sitting me down.

“Now you just sit there and wait,” Gina said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”




Gina came out a couple minutes later wearing nothing but a garter belt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of clear fuck-me pumps. No panties and nothing on above her waist. The outfit made her incredible legs look even longer than before and was sex as hell. Her arms were crossed at her chest, covering up her tits, save for the bottom half, which were poking out.

“What do you think?” Gina asked.

“I think you’re fucking perfect,” I replied.

“Good answer,” she said, walking towards me until she was standing between my spread legs, her knees touching the couch, staring straight down at me.

She uncrossed her arms, revealing her huge, perfect tits in all their glory, complete with nipples like pencil erasers. She let me admire them from afar for a few moments, then climbed onto the couch, straddling me.

Leaning forward she shook her tits from side to side, bouncing them off the edges of my face. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head now between her massive breasts, she squeezed her tits together, smashing my face between them, smothering me against her flesh.

After a few long seconds, Gina released gave me room to breathe. I pulled back, gasping for air. But before I could fully recover, she leaned forward and stuck her rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, looking up at her face the entire time.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on that fucking nipple. There you go.”

I popped her nipple out of my mouth and switched the other one. A few seconds later she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, pulling it from that nipple. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ran her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She released her mouth from mine and slid down my body until she was on the floor with her head between my legs.

Gina was looking up at me with a nasty smile on her face as she played with my rock-hard cock, squeezing it gently between her fingers.

“Have you ever been titty-fucked before?” she said, looking up at me.

“A few times,” I replied. “But never by tits like yours.”

“Well you’re in for a treat,” she said. “Because I’m the best there is.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Smiling, Gina reached across her body and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the coffee table next to the couch. She popped the top of the bottle and squirted it’s contents all over her chest.

“Let’s get it nice and slippery,” she said, rubbing the oil into her skin, spreading it so it covered her tits front and back, inside and out.

Her tits were glistening in the light, the oil giving her flesh a bright sheen. I was literally licking my lips at the thought of having my cock in between them.

“There we go,” she said, looking up at me, her smile as nasty as ever, her hands bouncing her tits up and down. “Are you ready for these.”

I nodded. “But I have to admit, this isn’t exactly what I was expecting when you said you like to be in charge.”

“Oh yeah?” Gina said, still smiling. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I guess I thought I was going to be pleasuring you more than you pleasuring me.”

“Ahh, I see,” she said. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll get to that part eventually. But I’ve found that the better someone is feeling, the better they are at pleasing.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “Then feel free to do whatever you want to me.”  

“Don’t worry,” Gina said. “I will.” And with that, she stuck my dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” I said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezed them together, and started to bounce.

“You like that?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” I said.

“What do you love?” Gina asked. “Tell me exactly what you love.”

“I love fucking your giant titties,” I said as she continued to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

Gina squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced atop me, the copious amounts of lube she’s used allowing her to constrict my cock while still moving quickly against me, providing an insane amount of pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said as I rose towards orgasm. She was staring directly at me, closely monitoring my excitement level. She was wearing a knowing, calculated little smirk. It was obvious she was setting me up for something, the only question was what that something was.   

I was quickly approaching the point of no return, in fact was just moments away from blowing my load when Gina abruptly released my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close I was to cumming.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Now that you’re all wound up, it’s time for you to take care of me.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. So that was her strategy. I had to admit, it was a good one. As excited as I was right now, I was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked. I already knew the answer was going to be no, but I wanted to hear how Gina said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

Gina laughed. “Fuck me? Not a chance. Maybe, if you’re a good boy and do everything I tell you to without hesitation, then maybe I’ll give you the pleasure of sticking your cock inside me. But even then, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking, not you. Not lie your ass down on the floor. It’s time to see how good you are eating pussy.”

More excited than ever by her response, I did as I was told without hesitation.

Before I could ask Gina what else she wanted from me, she put one foot on either side of my head. Standing over me with her legs spread, I stared up at her pussy and ass, preparing myself for what was to come.

“Do you like what you see?” Gina asked, looking down at me with an evil smile.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” Gina said. “Because you’re about to get a lot closer look.” She dropped to the floor, her knees bent and her legs folded under her body, and sat directly onto my face, engulfing my mouth and nose, smothering me.

Shortly after she sat on my face I tried to get some breath into my lungs, but it was difficult to find any air. The entire world consisted of Gina’s sweet, tangy smell and taste, which was flooding my lungs, filling me up completely.

Gina smothered me for a good fifteen seconds before finally lifting herself off my face. I gasped for breath, my eyes watering, my chest heaving and my face red. But my smile was threatening to split my face in two.

“I take it you liked that?” Gina said.

“I fucking loved it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I did too. Are you ready for some more?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Gina said, looking down at me. “I certainly will.” Smiling widely, she dropped her ass onto my face once again.

This time she smothered me for what felt like an hour, until my lungs were burning. Nearly in a panic, I brought my hands up with the intention of putting them under her leg to push her off me but she grabbed my wrists and pushed them down to the floor and held them there.

“Just relax,” Gina said. “You have enough air to breathe.”

So I did, fighting down the panic, which allowed me to find little pockets of air that would keep me breathing.

“See?” Gina said, still holding my arms down. “I told you it would be okay. Now stick out your tongue. I want to ride it.”

Again I did as I was told, making my tongue rigid and poking it out from between my lips.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gina said and she grinded her pussy against my face, moving it forward and back, riding my tongue.

I was having a ball. I loved the taste and feel of Gina’s insides; silky smooth and sweet and salty and acrid all at the same time. Now that she was riding my face instead of smothering me, I could see up the length of her body every once in a while. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back and her huge tits were sticking out and she was grunting like an animal, obviously enjoying herself immensely.

A few seconds later her body tensed up and then released and she let out a guttural growl and juices flowed from her pussy and covered my face, completely drenching it. Her pussy juices got into my mouth and went down my throat, and because she was still grinding mercilessly on my face I was forced to swallow them down.

Some time later Gina’s grinding finally slowed down, then stopped completely. Lifting her pussy up off me, she sat down on my chest and stared down at me.

“I’m not gonna lie,” she said. “You did pretty damn good my friend.”

“Thanks,” I said, a little smile tugging at me lips.

“So good that I think I’m going to let you stick your dick in me. Do you like that idea?”

Not wanting to say anything that might change her mind, I just nodded my head.

 “Yeah, I thought you might,” Gina said. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth, then scooted her body down mine, until she was straddling my waist, her ass pressing back against my hard cock.

We made out with Gina grinding her ass against me for a little while, then she reached back and grabbed ahold of my cock and pressed it against her pussy and rubbed it around down there  for a few seconds before sliding in just the tip. She worked the head of my cock with her pussy, staring down at me with a little smile the entire time, tempting me, taunting me, trying to get me to make a move for control.

But I resisted, simply lying there and letting her do her thing without pushing the issue. She said she wanted to be in charge so I figured she was testing me, trying to see if I’d take the bait and make a grab at control.

“Not bad,” she said half a minute later, giving credence to my earlier thought process. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“So far you’ve passed every test. But there’s still a few more to come.”

“Bring it on.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Gina said. “I will.”

And with that, she dropped her body onto mine, her pussy completely engulfing my cock. She lifted herself up after bottoming out, then drove her body down onto mine once again.

“Ho-ly fuck,” I said, gasping softly, partially in pleasure and partially in pain.

“It feels that good, huh?” Gina said, smiling like a demon as she bounced up and down on my cock, hammering away, giving me all her body weight, her ass slamming down onto my hips and her pussy taking my cock balls deep. 

She was riding a fine line between pleasure and pain, which was undoubtedly deliberate. Another one of her tests. She was seeing how much I could take without complaining.

Every time she bottomed out I winced just a hair, biting down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.

After a full two minutes of riding me like I was a piece of meat, Gina took it easy on me, slowing things down a bit. She stayed atop me with my cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all for the time being. She was breathing deeply and sweating and her hair was all messed up.

My cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once bit of stiffness since we’d started. If anything I was more excited than I had been all evening. I’d always loved being used and abused by a woman and Gina was as good as anyone I’d ever come across.

“That was pretty damn impressive,” Gina said. “Most men would have either tapped out or came by now.”

“Well, fortunately I’m not like most men.”

“I’m beginning to see that,” she said. “And it’s a good thing too, because I’m not like most women.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” I said.

“But don’t get too cocky,” Gina said. “You’re still not out of the woods yet. There’s still a few things I need to see if you can handle before you get your night to do with me what you will.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

“Are you ready to continue?”

“Whenever you are.”

Gina grabbed ahold of my wrists and leaned forward, pinning my arms to the floor above my head. Holding them in place, staring right down at me with an intense look, she slammed her body down onto mine even harder than before, holding it there for a moment before lifting herself up and pounding down on me once again.

She wasn’t moving quickly, instead, she was gathering herself before every thrust, intent on driving her body down onto mine aggressively with every pass, using gravity as her friend, as though trying to hammer me into the floor.

Once I proved I could take this particular style of pounding, she released my arms and transferred her hands to my chest, pressing down on me with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled me, impaling herself on my cock.

Gina started moving faster again, hammering away at me, her body slamming down upon mine just as forcefully as ever but twice as fast. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, her eyes boring down on me.

The pain and pleasure were combining to bring me ever closer to cumming, but I refused to allow myself to cross that line until Gina did. I couldn’t be positive that was another one of her tests, but it certainly made sense.

It got even harder for me to keep from cumming a few seconds later, however. After letting out a deep, guttural growl, Gina ran her hands up my chest and put them around my throat, choking me as she continued bouncing up and down on my cock.

Being manhandled like that always turned me on, and it took me right to the edge of orgasm. It took everything I had to keep from cumming, especially when she squeezed a little harder, not quite choking my breath completely but making it more difficult to get air into my lungs, even as she continued slamming down on me.

I was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Gina’s face, she was too. But still I had to make sure she got there before I did.

So I started lifting my hips upwards into her, trying to match her aggression with my own, hammering my cock up into her as hard as I could with every thrust.

Luckily for me, it worked. Gina  closed her eyes tight and took a deep breath, holding it in while she squeezed my throat even tighter, completely cutting off my breath, then hammered herself down onto me one last time and held her body there, completely engulfing my cock, her ass pushing down on my hips as she froze up for a moment before releasing everything at the same time.

Gina’s eyes flashed open and her breath came bursting out in the form of a sharp, piercing scream. Her pussy gushed juices, drenching my cock, and her body shivered and shook for a few seconds before falling still. And she let go of my throat, allowing me to breathe.

That last part was what put me over the edge. I’d been holding out for as long as possible, and when she released my throat I couldn’t help but cum, shooting my seed up into her as she sat atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy.

Smiling, Gina slowly grinded her hips against me, eliciting every last bit of sperm from my cock before climbing up off me.

“Well,” I asked. “Did I pass your test?”

“Almost,” Gina said, grinning evilly down at me. “There’s just one more thing I need to see if you’ll do.”

“What’s that?” I said, sitting up at the waist.

“You’ll see,” she said, walking towards me, her grin still wide. She bent down and put her hands on my shoulders, forcing me to the floor once again. Once I was lying on my back she threw one leg over me, straddling me with one foot on either side of my head, her pussy (which was still full of my cum) hovering directly above me.

“I don’t know about this,” I said, suddenly apprehensive as I saw where this was going.

“Don’t be such a wimp,” she said, staring down at me. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you,” I said.

“I need to see if you’re capable of getting freaky enough to please me for the long haul,” Gina said. “So far you’ve done a great job. Better than most, if not all of the other men I’ve been with. But we haven’t done anything all that extreme. Which is fine for our first night together. But if we’re going to continue doing this sort of thing, I need to know you’re willing to get a hell of a lot freakier. And this is the first step in that direction.”

I just laid there, undecided, staring up at her pussy, which was already starting to leak my cum.

“I’d understand if you don’t want to do it,” Gina continued. “But it’s the final test. If you want to earn a night to do whatever you want to me, you have to let me do this one last thing to you. And quickly, before it’s too late. Besides, you might even like it. Who knows?”

I took a deep breath. “Fine,” I said. “Do what you need to do.”

Her smile growing wider, Gina turned around so she was facing away from me, her head towards my feet, then squatted down, her ass and pussy hovering right above my face. I closed my eyes just as the first drop of my cum dripped out of her pussy and onto my face. There were a couple more drops, then Gina dropped her ass onto my face and started grinding against it.

She didn’t ride my face as aggressively as before but she didn’t take it easy on me either, digging her pussy into my nose and mouth rubbing back and forth against my face, coating me with a combination of both our juices.

“That’s a good boy,” she said while smothering me. “Take that cum on your face and in your mouth. Now stick out your tongue and get it in there. I want you to clean my pussy out.”

I did as I was told, only somewhat reluctantly. What she was doing to me was demeaning. It was filthy and perverted as hell. Not to mention disgusting. But for some reason it turned me on. I’m not exactly sure why but it did. Maybe it just opened up the possibilities for what I could do to Gina when I had control. After what she did to me at the end of our session it would be hard to go too far with her. Or maybe deep down I just liked being forced to do things that I didn’t really want to do. But no matter what the reason, I found myself getting into it.

 “There you go,” Gina said, no longer grinding against me but just sitting on my face while I worked my tongue into her pussy. “Show me how much you want to be with me. Prove it to me.”

I lapped at her insides for what seemed like forever, my excitement growing all the while. I realized my cock was hard once again.

Gina noticed it too. “What’s this?” she said, bending over and taking my hard cock in her hand. “You’re actually enjoying yourself? I have to admit I’m impressed.”

I was too but my mouth was too full to say anything.

“In fact, I’m going to reward your newfound enthusiasm,” she said.

Before I could wonder how she was going to do that I felt a warmth around my cock and realized she’d stuck it in her mouth.

Gina went to town on my cock while she continued to grind on my face, working it with her hand and mouth at the same time, bouncing her head up and down on it like a jackhammer, taking it balls deep with every pump.

Maybe because it was so soon after I’d just came or maybe Gina was just really good at sucking cock, but her mouth around my cock felt better than any blowjob I’d ever gotten before. It was sloppy and wet and aggressive and absolutely perfect.

My excitement fully ramped up once again, I went to work more vigorously on her pussy, no longer caring about what had grossed me out just moments before. I got my hands into the act too, putting them on her asscheeks and spreading them wide, giving me deeper access to her insides.

Gina responded by deepthroating me, holding my cock deep inside her throat for a full ten seconds before letting it go to catch her breath. But she barely paused for air before going back to work on my cock, blowing me with just as much intensity as before.

She was doing such an incredible job that it wasn’t long before I was ready to blow my load once again. I’d had multiple orgasms in one session before, but never so close together. It was quite a feat that Gina could make me cum again so soon after shooting my first load.

“Holy fuck,” I said, lifting her pussy off my face just long enough to warn her about it. “I’m gonna fucking cum again.”

If Gina heard me she didn’t acknowledge my words. She just kept on blowing me as aggressively as before, getting both hands into it at the same time, her mouth bouncing up and down on my cock in a quick, rapid rhythm.

Figuring I’d given her fair warning, I went back to work on her pussy, licking and sucking and exploring it with my tongue while my orgasm got closer and closer.

And then I was there.

I groaned beneath her as my body froze up for a moment before releasing, sending cum shooting out of my cock for the second time in less than five minutes. The explosion was more intense than earlier but didn’t last as long. Three pumps, no more, all of which Gina took in her mouth, not letting go of my cock until after I’d finished releasing all my sperm.

Once I was done, she climbed off me and sat down on the floor next to me. Her mouth was slightly open and I could see a reservoir of my cum inside. I sat up at the waist to get a better view of what I knew was to come.

Gina flashed me a little smile then tilted her head back and swallowed my cum down in one gulp.

I laughed under my breath and shook my head, amazed at the filthiness of the woman sitting beside me.

“You’re one hell of a nasty girl,” I said. I meant it as a compliment and she took it that way.

“I appreciate the kind words,” she said. “You’re not too shabby yourself.”

“Why thank you,” I said with mock seriousness. “I have to admit though, I was a little surprised there at the end. I thought this night was all about you.”

“It was,” she said. “But I just figured if you were willing to eat your own cum, the least I could do is match you,” she said, smiling at me.

“Sounds fair to me,” I said. “So, I have to ask: Did I earn another night with you?”

“You most certainly did,” Gina said. “And like we agreed on before, you can do whatever you want to me.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I said.

“So am I,” she replied. “And if tonight was any indication, I think we may have a perverted little affair in the making.”

“Hell, this was just a warm-up session,” I said, grinning at her. “If you think I’m going to take it as easy on you as you did on me tonight then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, I’m expecting you to take it to another level,” Gina said. “Whether or not you take it far enough is a whole different story.”

“I’m just worried I’m going to take it too far,” I said.

“There’s no such thing as too far,” she replied. And from the look on her face, she meant it too.

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Yes we will,” Gina said. “Yes we will indeed.”






I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; escorts are the only way to fuck. No pain, no hassle, no worry. You want to get laid? A couple hundred bucks and a phone call you’re good to go. An hour later of doing whatever you want, no matter how nasty or depraved it is, and they walk out the door, never to return unless you want them to. No arguments, no messy breakups, no worrying about who’s going to contact who, no wondering about when you’re going to see each other again, or whether or not your friends are going to get along with her. In short, no stress. At all. Just partying and fucking, with a different girl every time, each just as hot as the last, each tailored exactly to your specifications; looks, hair color, breast size, height, body type, attitude, nastiness. It’s all right there at your fingertips. A smorgasbord of choices. Mix and match to fit your mood, then order up and let it fly. Drive-through sex, with hot chicks who love to fuck (or are at least good enough at faking it that you can’t tell the difference) with no attachments, emotional or otherwise. What more could you ask for? Nothing, says I. But of course I am to quick to admit I’m not like most other people. The way I see it, emotions are more hassle than they’re worth. Allowing yourself to get attached to another person is just begging to get hurt. And there’s not enough time in this life for that sort of thing. Give me pleasures of the flesh instead of relationships any day of the week. Especially if I can pick my own poison. After all, some days you feel like one thing, other days something entirely different. Like today, for example. I was stuck traveling with my immediate supervisor for the last two days, forced to listen to this pompous moron telling me what to do all day even though he’s completely clueless and pathetic. Shit like that pisses me off, as I’m sure it does you. But while you are forced to go to a bar and complain to a bartender all night while throwing down jack and cokes and waiting until the wee hours hoping that some average-looking drunk chick is desperate enough to go home with you, hoping you might be able to get a little blowjob or fuck her in the missionary position for a few minutes while worrying about whether or not it’s going to burn while you piss tomorrow because this random skank had some disease, I have no such worries. I’m going to get a hotel room, call my magical number, tell the familiar voice on the other line that I want the nastiest little spinner available for a night of absolutely anything goes, no-holds barred wanton depravity and then I’m going to proceed to take out my frustrations by fucking the shit out of her every which way but Sunday for as long as I can and in whatever way I choose. Now tell me which plan sounds better to you. Yeah, that’s what I thought.


I’ve gone through three-quarters of my twelve pack of Killians in 45 minutes when there’s a knock on the door. I dust off the last of my bottle and drop it in the trash then head over to the other side of the room. I look through the peephole to size up what I have to look forward to. I have to admit my first impression is not a great one.

When I ordered up the girl I said I don’t care what she looked like, as long as she was young and nasty as hell. The young part she has down pat. She couldn’t have been a day over nineteen. But nasty? It sure doesn’t look like it. From what I can tell, she’s the girl next door, with blonde hair, big blue eyes, an open, innocent face, and very little makeup. Dressed in a plain white t-shirt, little jean shorts and sandals, she is a tiny, petite girl; not an inch over five feet and nowhere near a hundred pounds. Certainly not the hard core slut I was expecting. She looks much too cute to be an escort, let alone the nasty little spinner I’d requested.

I consider calling the number to ask for a different girl, but I know from experience that looks can be deceiving, and besides, my contact has never let me down before, so I figure I’ll give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’ll surprise me.    

And surprise me she does, pretty much right from the get-go.

I open door and let her in. By the time I close the door, flip the deadbolt and turn around, she’s already on her knees and up against me, her hands working my belt with extreme urgency. Within a matter of seconds, she’s got my belt off and my pants down around my ankles. I quickly step out of my pants as she slips her shirt off,  revealing small, incredibly perky tits with rock-hard nipples.

Before I can say a thing she takes my cock in her mouth and starts working it. She doesn’t even bother starting off slow, she just goes full-throttle right away, her head bouncing on my cock like a jackhammer. I’m hard within seconds. She runs her tongue up and down the shaft a couple of times then sticks the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while working my shaft with both of her hands.

“You like the way I suck your cock?” she says, smiling up at me. “The way I stroke it and suck it at the same fucking time?”

I simply nod my head.

She laughs and proceeds to work my cock for another couple of strokes while maintaining eye contact before popping it out of her mouth.

“It makes you want to shoot your fucking load, doesn’t it?” she says, still stroking it with both hands as she talks. “It makes you want to shoot that cum right down my fucking throat.”

She lets go of my cock with one hand and starts taking it deeper into her mouth, her other hand still stroking my saliva-drenched shaft as my cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” she says, popping my cock out yet again. “Your cock tastes so fucking good.”

She grips the base of my shaft and slaps the outside of her cheek with my hard cock.

“You like that?” she says. “You like it when I slap myself with your cock?”

She sticks my cock back in her mouth without waiting for an answer and takes the whole thing in her mouth, my entire cock disappearing as she deep-throats me, her nose touching up against the bottom part of my stomach.

I decide to take control of the situation and reach down and grab the back of her head and push her further into me, her nose pressing hard into my stomach. She starts to gag but I hold her there for another couple of seconds before letting her go.

Her heads pops back as she releases my cock from her mouth.

With saliva dripping down her chin she looks up at me with her big brown eyes and says, “You like being in control, huh? You like calling the shots? Then come on and fuck my throat. Show me what you got.” She puts her hands behind her back and opens her mouth wide. 

I grab the back of her head with my hands and pull her mouth onto my stiff cock, driving my cock down into her throat, in and out, in and out, in and out, my hands working her head back and forth in time with my thrusts. She makes a gagging sound with every thrust but makes no effort to stop me, in fact she’s looking up at me the entire time, her eyes sparkling behind her tears, begging for more.

I pump her throat one last time and hold it, pushing on the back of her head with everything I’ve got. She coughs once, gags, then coughs again but still I hold her head in place, forcing her to take it for as long as she can. It’s not until her whole body starts to shimmy that I finally release her. She takes a deep, gasping breath then spits a huge wad of saliva onto my cock and starts stroking it harder and faster than ever before.

“Is that nasty enough for you?” she says, still looking up at me. “Because I can do this all night.”     

I grab a fistful of her hair and half-drag, half-pull her over towards the couch. She stumbles along on her knees, and is just able to gain her balance right before I pick her up and drop her on the couch.

She slides out of her shorts in no time flat.

“Now grab your ankles,” I tell her.

“Like this?” she says as she grabs ahold of them. “Is that how you like me? All spread out and waiting for your hard cock?”

“Wider,” I say. “Straighten your legs.”

Again, she does as she’s told, her firm leg muscles taut as she holds them out as wide as they’ll go, spreading her tiny little pussy, making it gape.

 I drop to my knees and grab ahold of the inside of her thighs and bury my head in her shaved snatch, licking her pussy lips, tonguing her clit, lapping at her twat. She is quivering beneath me, her moans growing louder and louder, legs still straight out to the side but threatening to collapse. And then they do. She releases her ankles and grabs the back of my head. She drapes her legs over my shoulders and pulls my head deeper into her pussy.

“That’s right,” she says. “Lick my fucking pussy. Just like that. Fuck me with your tongue.”

I glance up and see her head turned to the side, buried in the couch’s pillow. One hand is still on the back of my head but the other is working one of her tits, squeezing it, slapping it, then pinching and rubbing the nipple until she shivers again in pleasure.

I stick two fingers into her pussy and finger fuck her while my tongue works on her clit.

“Give it to me,” she says, her moans growing ever more intense. “Treat me like a fucking whore.”

I squeeze another finger into her pussy and start working my hand faster, slamming it into her. The sounds coming out of her mouth are more guttural now. Her face is red from exertion, her eyes wild, her body glistening with sweat.

“Gimme one more,” she says. “I want all your fingers inside me.”

So I maneuver my fourth finger into her pussy, filling it up completely. There’s not much room for movement but she lifts her hips up a hair to give me more leverage and I take advantage, rising up a bit and thrusting my fingers up into her as far as they’ll go, stretching her pussy. I’m watching her face as my fingers push up against all the walls of her vagina. Her eyes are closed and she’s in the throes of ecstasy as she reaches down and starts rubbing her clit, which gets her off even more. Her other hand starts beating on the couch as her breath comes faster and faster.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, her voice rising in intensity with every word.  A couple of high-pitched, wordless screams and then her body tenses up, freezes for a moment, then comes crashing down in a shimmying little dance, her legs quivering and her body shaking as she takes air in deep gulping breaths.

“You like that?” I ask, my mouth turned up in a little smile. I love the feeling of getting someone else off, of being in control, of doing whatever you want to them, owning them, making them experience exactly what you want.

“Fuck yeah,” she says, “But now I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that big fucking cock inside me.”

“If you insist,” I say.

I climb to my feet and bend down and slide my hips towards her while pulling her towards me, keeping my hands on her thighs so her legs stay open. I drop my cock on top of her stomach and start dry-fucking her, my balls slapping up against her pussy, messing with her some more.

Groaning, she reaches down and grabs my cock. I slide my hips back just a hair and allow her to guide my cock to her pussy. She rubs the tips of my cock against her clit for a moment, then up and down her snatch a couple times before sticking it in her pussy proper. Even after the hardcore finger fucking I gave it, her pussy is super-tight, forcing me to stick my cock in slowly, inch by inch as she gasps. Once it’s halfway in, I start working it, slowly at first, but gaining speed with every thrust.

“That’s right,” she says. “Fuck me with that big fat cock.”

Pretty soon I’m working her with three-quarters of my shaft in a good, steady rhythm. I’m leaning into her, my hands gripping the back of the couch for leverage.

“Harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder. I can take it.”

I fuck her with the whole length of my shaft, giving it to her balls deep, punctuating each thrust by holding my cock deep in her pussy for a heartbeat before pulling it back it to stick it in her again.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. “Give it to me deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of your cock. Treat me like a fucking slut.”

I hammer my cock into her pussy a couple more times, making her whole body shake with every thrust, then hold it there, my cock deep inside her, my groin grinding up against her pussy lips.

“That’s right,” she says. “Own it. Own that tight little fucking pussy.”

I shift my legs a bit to give myself more leverage and push even harder, shoving my cock as deep as it will go. She lets out a little yelp—part pleasure, part pain—and pushes back against me, forcing me even deeper inside her, moving her hips up and down, riding my cock as her moans build in intensity and her breaths get shorter and shorter, finally culminating in a single high-pitched scream and rushing out of all her pent-up breath. 

I barely give her any time to recover before I’m grabbing her ankles and pushing them back towards her head, folding her in half. Holding her ankles up next to her head, I proceed to pound her pussy with reckless abandon, grunting with every thrust, fucking her with everything I’ve got. Her moans turn to groans and then to screams as she yells, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

 I slam into her harder, crushing her, trying to break her in half. She’s holding her own legs back now, so I climb up onto the couch, giving myself even more leverage over her. I’m fucking her like a madman, slamming my cock as deep as it will go, my face right above hers. I’m staring down at her and she looks right back, holding my gaze, her eyes telling me that she hasn’t reached her limit yet, that she can take more.

“Anything you want,” she says.

“Anything?” I reply.

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

I decide to test her theory.

I pull my cock out of her and reach down and pick her up. I spin her around so she’s upside down on the couch, her feet draped over the back of it, her head hanging off the front of it, near the floor. I climb off the couch and drop to my knees and slide up to her. I grab hold of her tits and stick my cock in her mouth and throat fuck her.

I pump her mouth a few times, my balls slapping up against her face with every thrust, then hold it deep in her throat. I keep it there for a few seconds, until she starts to gag. I pull my cock out, let her catch her breath, then stick it back in. With my cock deep in her throat I slap her tits, once, twice, three times, each slap eliciting an involuntary gasp, allowing my cock in deeper every time. Again she coughs, then gags again, and I pull out to let her breathe, which she does in gasping breaths.

I climb up onto the couch and straddle her chest, one knee on each side of her body, and sit down on her chest so my asshole is right above her mouth. I reach back and grab a handful of hair and lift her head up until her face up pressing up against my ass.

A lightning bolt shoots up my body as she attacks my asshole, licking it around the edges, sucking on it, sticking her tongue in it. My body shivers and my own breath is getting more ragged.

“Is that what you like?” she says when I release her head to give her a chance to breathe. “You like it when I lick your fucking asshole?”

Instead of answering I just pull her head up again so she can do some more work on my asshole. I reach out and stick three fingers in her pussy and slam it as hard as I can, working it faster and faster. Every time I increase the pressure on her pussy, she does the same on my asshole, which leads to me increase my pressure again, and so forth. A veritable feedback loop of pleasure, with only one end in sight.

But I’m not done with her yet, so I extract my fingers from her musky sweetness before I hit my exploding point.

I stand up on top of the couch, grab her ankles, and lift her up until her head is lying on the couch cushion. Then I turn around and squat over her face and drop my balls into her mouth. She sucks on them, first one, then the other, then both at the same time, squeezing them into her pretty little mouth while I spank her face with my cock.

Still sucking on my balls, she reaches up and starts jerking my cock. I lean back against her body and she wraps her legs around my head. I slap her tits a few more times, eliciting more gasps, then decide that it’s time to finish things.

I climb on top of the cushions so her legs are in front of me, then I swing her legs over until her knees are pushing against the cushion, one on either side of her head, folding her in half. She wraps her arms around her legs, holding them in place. Her pussy is just below me, gaping and waiting. I sit on the back of the couch and spit on her pussy, work it a little with my fingers. I spank it with my cock. She yelps with every blow.

“That’s right, make it wet,” she says. “Get it ready for your nice hard cock.”

 I guide my cock into her pussy then stand up and bend my knees to give me more leverage and start pumping her tiny little pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she says. “It’s so fucking big. Fuck me with that big hard cock.”

I spread her pussy with my hands and drop the hammer on her, giving her all my weight with every pump. Her tiny little body quivers with every thrust.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she gasps as I pound her pussy. “Give it to me! Give it to me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I pull my cock out of her pussy and step forward and bend down. I drop to my knees and stick my cock in her mouth and fuck her throat for a few seconds. Then I pull my cock out of her mouth and spank her face with it.

“You like that?” I ask. “You like it when I slap your pretty little face with my cock?”

“I fucking love it,” she says. “Do it harder.”

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