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Nikki Watson

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Nancy Evans

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Teri Monroe

Spencer Hall

Casey Rotten

Jessie Steele

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She sat in the hammock on the Garden Island looking out at the Pacific Ocean. Kauai was her favorite island and Princeville was by far her favorite resort. She laid in her bikini letting the tradewinds slightly swing the hammock side to side. She was thinking about how badly she needed this vacation. Work had been crazy busy and her boyfriend had turned into a complete asshole so while the breakup was a good thing, they are always a pain in the ass.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted two very nice looking men throwing a football around on the beach. She adjusted so she could watch them behind her sunglasses. There is something damn sexy about a well-built man with no shirt on and shorts barely hanging on his hips. Both men were quite nice to look at but one was certainly more her type. He was taller, leaner and twice as tan. Every time he ran for the football after a throw that was too high, she admired his gorgeous shoulders and back. She found herself wanting to run her fingernails down them.

After a few minutes a beautiful girl came out and began talking with the guys. Bitch. She hugged the shorter guy, laughed and walked away. The guys discussed something and her dream guy was all of a sudden alone tossing the football in the air solo. She couldn’t help but smile. At just the wrong moment, he looked over and caught her staring at him. She knew she was busted. It was too late to look away, so instead, she just smirked and nodded slightly in his direction. Soon he began walking toward her. She was hoping this vacation was about get even better.  

His name was Mike. He was here to be the best man for his friend’s wedding. That would explain the beautiful girl who had done nothing to earn the “bitch” she had already labeled her as but sometimes just being beautiful is enough to earn daggers from other women. Mike was a construction worker which explained his fantastic tan physique. He had recently found his fiancé in bed with someone else and wasn’t overly thrilled about being here celebrating a wedding but he was too good of a friend to let that show.  She liked him instantly.

After talking for a while, he looked at his watch. He had a rehearsal dinner to get ready for. He told her he hoped he would run into her again and trotted off back toward the rooms. She was disappointed that their meeting had ended with them both still wearing their bathing suits but with a little luck, sometime in the next 6 days they would run into one another again.

Shortly after the break up, she had upgraded to a suite thinking that if she was now going to Kauai solo, she would treat herself to a real vacation. First class, spa appointments, and a suite were the first calls she made after she stopped feeling sorry for herself that she had suffered yet another failed relationship. Now that the sun had set and she had finished her drink, she went back to her room and thought of Mike. She ran herself a bath and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a nice body still although she was fast approaching 30. Her breasts were full and her hips were wide. Her stomach wasn’t quite that of a Victoria’s Secret model but it was close enough that she looked good in a business suit or string bikini. Besides, usually men didn’t look past her breasts anyway.

She pulled on the string tied around her neck and looked at her large breasts in the mirror. They were as perfect as always. She reached up and touched them. She again began to think of Mike and imagined they were his hands that began to squeeze and rub her breasts. She could feel her bikini bottoms getting wet, so she pulled the strings on her hips and let the fabric fall to her feet. She looked at her trimmed pussy in the mirror and smiled. She was happy with her body although it was yearning for more. She slipped into the tub and began to pinch her nipples and run her other hand along her thighs. She wasn’t quite worked up enough yet.

She let go of her breasts and ran her hands up and down her chest, stopping just below her stomach. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Mike looking into her eyes and how much he would enjoy touching her this way. She rolled onto her stomach and moved her hands to her ass and began to rub her cheeks up and down. Her fingers started moving toward the center and she began to lightly rub circles on her asshole. She shivered in the tub. She then began to reach her other hand further down and began stroking between her legs. After a minute, she was ready for more.

She slipped her hand between her legs and gasped aloud as she found that sweet spot. She slipped her other hand in the same direction and began to work herself from both the inside and outside. Soon she was cumming all the while pretending it was Mike’s fingers working their magic instead of her own.

She figured Mike would be at the rehearsal dinner until at least 9pm but then the wedding party would likely return to the hotel bar. She sat a small table on the edge of the bar nearest the ocean so she could hear the waves crash while she drank her wine. The waiter had been a little surprised when she ordered the bottle of Silver Oak but he was smart enough not to comment and brought it out with a single glass. If all went well, she would be sharing the bottle soon enough but if for some reason she’d miscalculated, she’d at least have a decent buzz before going back to her room to pleasure herself yet again.

She had just poured the second glass when she heard them come in. It was a group of fifteen or so, mostly couples that were obviously family with Mike bringing up the rear. They sat at a large reserved table on the other side of the bar. She watched from just inside listening range as the situation unfolded. Mike clearly wasn’t feeling as joyous as everyone else about the upcoming nuptials and he was nervously looking around the bar trying to avoid more questions about his missing fiancée. It wasn’t the time or place to get into the sordid details, so he had just told people she couldn’t get the time off of work to join them.

Mike was looking around the bar trying to plan his escape when he noticed her. He smiled and raised his glass in her direction. She nodded slightly, barely moved her glass toward him and slowly took a sip of her red wine. He excused himself from the table and carried his drink over to her table.

“This must be my lucky day,” he said.

“Must be,” she replied.

He laughed and said, “May I join you?”

She nodded.

He pulled out the empty chair and sat down. “Needed a whole bottle huh?”

“I find that the whole bottle is better,” she replied. “If I order a glass, it’s been open for who knows how long and it’s never as good. Quality is important to me. Things need to be just right for them to be worth putting in my mouth.”

She again took a slow sip from her glass. She noticed Mike shift in his seat. Likely to hide the movement his groin was making due to that last comment.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she continued. “I’m all for trying new things but I expect the best. No matter what. I don’t want to waste my time. I enjoy things greatly, more than most women do, and I am not afraid of having more than most women can handle.”

Mike shifted again, only this time it was him that took a drink. He downed his Jack and Coke and motioned to the waitress to bring him another one. “Go on,” he said after the waitress disappeared.

She knew that she had him but she wanted to be very clear about what she was expecting. “I like the feeling that I get when I have what everyone else wishes they had the courage to go get. Look at all the women in this bar who right now don’t have the courage or willingness to order exactly what they want. I know what I want and I ask for it. A bottle of Silver Oak might seem a bit much, but trust me, I can handle much more than that. However, I prefer to start the evening out slow, sultry, and then eventually I might hit it hard but only after taking it nice and slow for a while first. Only then, when the slow, sweet feelings turn to a burning need for more will I hit it harder and faster.”

Mike wasn’t sure what to do. He’d never met a woman like her. He knew he should go back to his room alone soon if he wanted to have any chance of looking good for the photos tomorrow but he was rock hard under the table and couldn’t wait to find out exactly what she was referring to. Why the hell should he care about the photos anyway? It wasn’t his wedding. Hell, he’d been great about the whole thing for the past two days and he was getting damn tired of it. All he really wanted to do was go fuck some girl’s brains out and it appeared as though he had definitely found the right girl for that. He dropped two hundred dollar bills on the table, stood up and offered her his hand. She again smirked and nodded her approval and they headed off toward her suite.

They began kissing in the elevator and barely found time to break away so she could open the door with her plastic key card. They fumbled their way to the couch, kissing with his hands tangled in her hair. Their tongues were exploring each other. Mike began to kiss her neck and she began to run her hands up and down his chest. He slowly began to unbutton one button at a time as he kissed her. She decided to lay back and see what he could do without direction.

He was good. He had her shirt and bra off and was paying just the right amount of attention to each breast. He was laying on top of her with his knee just between her legs. Her panties were already soaked but being able to feel his strong thigh between her legs and his rock-hard cock pushing into her side was only adding to her delight. She began to tilt her head back and arch her back. Mike knew just what to do. He slipped his hand behind her back and unzipped her pencil skirt. Then, he lifted himself off the couch, slipped off her heels, and pulled off her skirt. She lay there with just her black panties on. He looked down at her and smiled. Mike was definitely pleased with what he saw and she knew it.

He put his arms under her and lifted her off the couch with ease and carried her to the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed, slipped further down, then pulled her panties off with his teeth. He began to kiss from her ankle all the way up her thigh until he found the wetness between her legs.

Mike was a pro. He began kissing and licking and teasing her just enough before he began to suck and pull and make her cum all over his gorgeous face. He smiled and slipped a finger inside of her. She sucked in her breath as he slipped in a second and third. He was still taking it slow but she began to cum again in a matter of minutes. Not something easily accomplished by most men.

As she began to regain control of her breathing, he slowly made his way up her body and he placed himself on top of her. She was pushing her hips into his to let him know that she was ready for him but he just laughed, rolled to his side and began to run his fingertips from her neck to her knees and back again. He was deliberately not spending too much time on any of her premier locations and she began shaking in anticipation. He laughed again then placed himself on top of her once more.

Mike didn’t enter her right away, he just let her body start to move under him. She was trying to get him inside of her but she just wasn’t strong enough with his weight on her.

“Please,” she said.

Mike began to smirk. That was what he had been waiting for. He knew she liked to be in control and he was sure she would be before the night was through, but for right now, he just wanted her to know that he was in charge of what they were about to do. He looked deep into her eyes and entered her with one strong thrust.

Long, hard, deep thrusts were what Mike had in mind. He would pull back until he had almost slipped out of her and then he moved as far inside of her as physically possible. She was moaning and clawing at him, trying to get him to go faster, to fuck her proper. He again pulled back and looked at her. She knew he was in total control at the moment and that he wanted her to know that too.

She was okay with that, at least for now. “Please,” she begged again.

Again, Mike smiled and then he pulled back and let her have it. They fucked hard and fast for a full ten minutes before she screamed and shuddered and once again began to cum.

She didn’t know how long Mike could last but so far he had been a very pleasant surprise. She was feeling very happy about how this night was going and she couldn’t wait to see how it would end. Soon she would have to turn the tables and begin to make Mike beg for more, but for now, she just smiled as he once again began to place the tip of his cock just outside of her pussy. Her hips were trying to get inside of her but again his weight kept him in control.

“Please,” she said for a third time that evening. Then she closed her eyes and began to let his body take over hers as he once again shoved his cock as deep into her as it would go.






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

“Hey Frank,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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 Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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, Vicki 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 Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki said.

“It does indeed.”

Vicki 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 Vicki’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.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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.

Vicki 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.

Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”




Vicki 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?” Vicki 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, Vicki 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.

Vicki 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, Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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 Vicki said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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?” Vicki asked, looking down at me with an evil smile.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” Vicki 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 Vicki’s sweet, tangy smell and taste, which was flooding my lungs, filling me up completely.

Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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 Vicki’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 Vicki’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,” Vicki 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 Vicki 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,” Vicki 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?” Vicki 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, Vicki 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 Vicki was as good as anyone I’d ever come across.

“That was pretty damn impressive,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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.”

Vicki 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.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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, Vicki 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 Vicki’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. Vicki  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.

Vicki’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, Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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,” Vicki 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, Vicki 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 Vicki 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 Vicki 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,” Vicki 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.

Vicki 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.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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.

Vicki 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 Vicki 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 Vicki 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 Vicki 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.

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






Josh Evans is in Scottsdale, Arizona, spending a few days on his own after attending a professional golf tournament with some of his corporate buddies, just relaxing and taking in the sun before heading back home. After having a great dinner at a popular steakhouse, he is in the bar of his resort, hanging out by himself in a booth with a bottle of wine, scoping the area for women.

It isn’t long before he notices a short-haired blonde with an enormous rack and an incredibly tight body wearing a black dress cocktail looking his way with interest in her eyes.

She looks to be in her early to mid-thirties, which is younger than Josh by a good ten years but still quite a bit older than he is used to, but that’s more than all right. He has no aversion to older women, in fact, in many ways he prefers them. Their experience, their openness, and their willingness to take control are all things he finds that older women are more comfortable with than younger ones. It just so happens that most of the time he finds himself in situations with younger women.

But not tonight. The blonde is interested in him, that much is obvious. So he grabs a bottle of wine from behind the bar and heads over towards her.

They quickly make their introductions. She says her name is Sharon and that she is here on vacation, celebrating her recent divorce, just looking to have a good time for a few days. Josh starts to tell her his name but she interrupts. She knows who he is. Her ex-husband was a big baseball fan.

After quickly sharing the bottle of wine and making more meaningless small-talk, they order a bottle to take with them and head up to Sharon’s room, Josh walking behind her, unable to take his eyes off her impossible tight, incredibly sculpted ass.

Once they are in her room, Sharon doesn’t waste any time at all. She grabs Josh’s arm and leads him over to the couch. Once there, she turns him around so his back is to the cushions. Facing Josh, she pushes on his chest, dropping him to the couch.

Sharon takes a step back, putting a few feet between her and Josh, then slips her dress off, revealing her enormous, gorgeous tits. She grabs ahold of them and plays with them for a few seconds, then brings one up to her mouth and sucks on her nipple.

After her nipple is hard, Sharon pops it out of her mouth. Smiling at Josh, she gives the other nipple the same treatment, bringing it up to her mouth and sucking on it until it too is hard.

As Josh sits there, staring, his cock pressing against the material of his pants, Sharon smacks her tits a couple of times, then squeezes them together, staring directly at Josh the entire time.

He’s longing to suck on Sharon’s tits, but she still wants to tease him some more, so instead of giving him what he wants, she turns around, showing him her impossibly tight but round ass, her holes obscured only by a light gray g-string that framed her behind perfectly.

Josh would have never thought he could forget about Sharon’s tits, but her ass is so ridiculous that it overtakes his every thought. She bends over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, every muscle taut, and slips out of her g-string then drops it to the floor.

Turning her upper body so she can look at Josh, Sharon smacks her asscheeks, making them jiggle. Smiling widely, she drops onto all fours on the floor in front of him, her legs spread wide, her pussy and asshole wide open

Reaching around with her right arm, Sharon begins to rub the outside of her pussy, getting it nice and wet. After it’s warmed up, she slips two fingers inside and starts banging herself.

Once her fingers are coated with her pussy juices, Sharon slips them out of her pussy and slides them directly into her ass, using her wetness as a lube. With her body still turned so she can see Josh, she works her asshole with her fingers for a short time, then pulls them out and sticks them in her mouth.

Josh’s cock is harder than ever, pressing painfully against his pants, but he doesn’t free it. He likes the discomfort his hardness brings, and knows the longer he suffers now, the better it will feel when Sharon finally frees his cock.

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