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JT Holland

Copyright 2018 by JT Holland

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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.
















  We had just passed State Line when the Viagra began to take hold.

“Shit,” I said. “I almost timed it perfectly.”

“What’s that?” Nikki said, looking over at me.

I shot my eyes down towards the bulge in my groin.

“Oh,” she said with a nasty little smile. “Don’t worry, we can take care of that.”

Before I could protest she had undone her seatbelt and was leaning over the center console. She undid my zipper and negotiated my cock out of my pants with practiced ease.

“I still don’t understand why you took that stuff,” she said as she stroked my rock-hard cock. “It’s not like you have trouble getting it up.”

“Well, I figure we only have 24 hours in Vegas and I mean to make every single one of them count.”

“Ahhh, Johnny,” she said only half-mockingly. “You’re such a romantic.”

And with that, she dropped her head and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.

“Not half as romantic as you are,” I mumbled while trying desperately to keep my attention on the road ahead. Luckily it was already past midnight on a Wednesday, so there were only a couple other cars around.

Nikki took my cock deeper in her throat, held it there for a couple seconds, gagged once, then popped it out. It was only then that I realized I was pushing 95 and straddling two lanes. I swerved back into the fast lane and let my foot off the accelerator. 

“Jesus,” I said. “Are you trying to kill us?”

Laughing, she spit on my cock and started jerking it with one hand while the other ran up and down my chest. “No,” she said, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. “I’m just trying to get you to pull over so you can put that monster of yours to good use.”

“Well shit, why didn’t you say so?”

“I thought I just did,” she said before going right back to work on my cock.

I swerved across two lanes of traffic to make the next off-ramp, crossed under the freeway, and came to a stop just off the access road.

I’d barely turned the engine off and already Nikki was scrambling on top of me, straddling me in the driver’s seat, her sundress the perfect outfit for what she had in mind. She slipped one of her perfect little tits out of the top of her dress and leaned forward and stuck it in my face. I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking on it. I bit down, eliciting a gasp from her. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in closer to her chest. I reached down and slid her g-string to the side and started rubbing her clit to get her warmed up. It was totally unnecessary, as she was already soaking wet, but still I continued to rub, getting her even more wound up.

“Enough,” Nikki said. “I need you inside me.”

She reached down and took my cock in her hand then sat down on it, her pussy engulfing it with just a hint of resistance. She immediately started bouncing on it, her hips slamming down into me roughly. I reached under her dress and grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, which only served to fuel her frenzy even further. She put her hands on my chest and closed her eyes and went to work, lost in herself, groaning in time with her downward thrusts. Her long brown hair was thrown to the side and covering half of her face and she was biting down on her bottom lip. Her slender neck was stretched taut and a little rivulet of sweat was trickling down towards her single exposed breast. Watching Nikki work her body onto mine brought me to the point of exploding but I knew she was right there too, so I held off until she got off.

A few seconds later and she was there. She dropped her hips down onto my cock one last time and held them there.

“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she screamed as her body quivered in orgasm. The insides of her pussy squeezed my cock, triggering my own release, which I shot inside her with a couple final thrusts of my own.

She leaned forward and gave me a little kiss, then slipped my cock out of her pussy. She slid her panties back into place and crawled over to the passenger’s seat while I stuffed my cock back into my pants. I still had a hard on but it wasn’t nearly as urgent as before.

“Not a bad way to start the trip,” I said as we made our way back to the freeway.

“Just think of what we can do with a whole suite at our disposal,” she said. “Not to mention after we’ve had a few drinks to loosen ourselves up.”

I smiled and looked over at her. She was positively beaming in anticipation. Laughing, I turned my eyes back to the road. It was going to be a crazy trip.




Nikki and I had been good friends from elementary school all the way through high school but had gone our separate ways after graduation, both going to different colleges and eventually getting into a couple of horrible marriages. Mine had ended in an arrest and near prison time for assaulting the dude my wife was fucking behind my back. Nikki’s had ended with her stripping and then spending a few months shooting some amateur porn shortly after she’d found her husband blowing another man in his office.

Running into each other had been pure luck. Both of us were back in our hometown visiting our parents for a couple of days when we literally bumped into each other at one of the local bars one night. It was like getting hit with in the gut with a sledgehammer. We immediately broke off from the groups we’d come with and got ourselves a table and started talking.

By midnight, we were both wasted and wondering how we’d allowed ourselves to drift apart after graduation. By 2AM we were in a hotel room fucking our brains out. Less than a week later we were living together. That was nine  months  ago and we haven’t looked back since. Not so much as an argument between us.

Now I know what you’re thinking right now.  Yeah right, you’re so full of shit. Every couple argues.

Well, not us. Not a single time. I know it sounds crazy but hey, what can I say? It is what it is. Don’t believe me? Doesn’t matter to me. Believe whatever you want. I only know what I know, and I know that we haven’t been in a single argument since we hooked up this second time.

And the sex? Wow. The great thing about her short time in porn was that it had completely obliterated her inhibitions. And she was working on breaking down mine. Which meant that we did shit on a regular basis that most couples only dream about. Personally, I think our incredible sex life had a huge impact on the health of our relationship. Regular, perverted sex combined with plenty of money and no kids leads to a pretty stress-free life. And without stress, who needs to argue?




Our suite at the Rio was ridiculous. We knew we were in for a treat when we needed to insert our key card into a slot on the elevator just to get to the right floor.  But once we opened the door to the room we were blown away.

Two stories. 1500 square feet. Marbled floors. Baby grand piano. Two hot tubs. Three showers. A sauna. 4 couches. A California King bed. And one whole wall was nothing but a giant window giving us a full view of the Vegas Strip.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Nikki said as she bounced around the room with glee, checking the whole thing out. “This is insane!”

“You like it, huh?”

“Like it? I fucking love it!”

“I thought you might,” I said, playing it cool. We were in the bedroom, up on the second floor, overlooking the rest of the suite.

“There’s only one problem,” Nikki said.

“What’s that?”

“I’m never going to want to leave the room.”

“Who says we need to leave the room?”

“Don’t you want to play some poker?”

“I kind of figured we were just going to get wasted and fuck all weekend.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” I said. “Why do you think I took that Viagra before we left? Besides, I can play poker anytime I want.”

“What? And you can’t fuck me anytime you want?” Nikki’s tone was harsh but the smile on her face was playful.

“Not while we’re in a thousand dollar a night room I can’t,” I said. “The way I figure it, we’ve only got about 20 hours in the suite. And we need to make use of all of them if we want to desecrate every room in here.”

“Awwwww,” she said, craning her neck up to give me a kiss. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You know me, Mr. Rico Suave.”

“Rico Suave?” she said. “I was thinking Prince Charming.”

“Yeah right,” I said. “More like Chester the Molester.”

“Even better,” Nikki said, grinning evilly.

She laughed and rubbed her ass up against me. My dick immediately got hard. She felt it too, turning her head and looking at me with wide eyes.

“Rearing to go again already?”

“What can I say? That Viagra works wonders.”

“It sure as hell does,” she said, dropping to her knees right there. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my rock-hard cock in her mouth a heartbeat after that.

Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she sucked my cock, working the head with her mouth while she gently stroked my shaft, caressing it more than anything.

She popped my cock out of her mouth, smacked it against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside, slowly, starting at my ball sack and working her way towards the tip.

“That feels so fucking good,” I said, mostly to myself.

“Of course it does,” she said. “Unlike most girls, I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s an understatement.”

Laughing, she climbed to her feet. With her hand wrapped around my cock, she led me out of the bedroom.

“Where are we going?” I said.

“Time to start desecrating other parts of the suite,” she said. “Starting with the shower.”

The shower was huge, with easily enough room for both of us to move around. But more importantly, it had three separate heads, providing more than enough angles of water to keep both of us wet at all times. There’s nothing worse than being in a shower with someone and not getting any water.

We started slowly, kissing and making out while the water sprayed down us, reveling in the sensation provided by the liquid upon the other’s skin. A couple minutes later, Nikki’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and she started jerking me off while continuing to explore my mouth with hers. For some reason this had always turned me on far more than it had any reason to; as much as intercourse itself and even right up there with getting a blow job.

To combat this, I ran my hand down her stomach and started rubbing her pussy, hoping to distract myself (and her) enough to keep from blowing my load too quickly.

Starting with one finger and quickly working my way up to two, and then three, I fingered Nikki’s snatch, varying the speed and pressure in which I worked to keep her on edge. Her interest in jerking me off waned quite a bit (exactly as I’d hoped) as she closed her eyes and lost herself, her breath getting shorter and her moans getting louder as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

A short time later she pulled my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and proceeded to suck her juices from them while staring at me the whole time, taunting me with her sluttiness, knowing how much it turned me on.

“How do you taste?” I asked her, a little smile playing on my lips.

“Here,” she said. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my mouth.

“Pretty tasty,” I said once our lips parted ways. “Pretty tasty indeed.”

“Don’t worry,” Nikki said as she slid her hand down my wet body. “You’ll be getting a much longer taste later. But right I need that fat dick of yours inside of me.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded and backed herself up against the shower wall, pulling me along with her. Using the wall for balance she casually threw her leg straight up in the air, her heel right above my shoulder. Her insane flexibility is one of the many things I love about her; it certainly made sex far more interesting. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It slid in with just a hint of resistance.

Even though she was dripping wet, I worked my cock slowly at first, sliding in and out of her pussy from tip to base, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.

“I love having you inside me,” she said.

“I love being inside you,” I replied, not caring how cheesy it sounded because it was true.

She leaned in and planted her lips on mine, kissing me and running her hands through my hair as we continued to fuck. Her tongue grew more insistent, which in turn made me more excited, resulting in me slamming my cock into her with ever-increasing urgency.

“Not so fast, mister,” she said, bringing her leg back down and backing away, forcing my cock from her pussy.  “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

Smiling, Nikki turned off the showers and headed over to the Jacuzzi tub. Bending over at the waist, deliberately not bending her knees at all, she turned on the water. It was all I could do to keep myself from running over and sticking my dick back into her.

She glanced in the mirror and saw me staring at her ass, my mouth all but hanging open.

“You like what you see?” she said.

“You know I do.”

“Then go open a bottle of wine and maybe I’ll give you that taste I promised earlier.”

I went down stairs, popped open a bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and grabbed a couple of wineglasses and brought them upstairs. When I got there, Nikki was sitting on the counter, her legs spread wide and her fingers playing with her pussy.

“Sorry,” she said, flashing me a mock-innocent look. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Not a problem,” I said. “You want some wine?”

“In a minute.”

“Just let me know when.” I poured myself a glass of wine and perched myself on the opposite countertop to watch Nikki work on herself.

And she put on quite a show. Starting with two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, then three, then four, moving faster and faster, staring at me the entire time, her breathing rate increasing, her moans getting louder and louder,.

I knew she loved watching me just as much as I loved watching her so I finished off my glass of wine and started stroking my cock.

Nikki’s hand moved up to her clit and she went to work on it, rubbing it in a circular motion with growing intensity. She was biting her bottom lip and she was breathing in moaning gasps. Then her breath caught in her throat and her body shimmied and shook for a moment before she regained control of herself. A little mini-orgasm, apparently.

Smiling, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and cleaned them off one-by-one, then beckoned me over. “And bring the wine with you,” she added.

I filled the glasses with wine,  hopped off the counter and carried both glasses and the bottle over towards her. I handed her one glass and drained the other in one gulp, then dropped to my knees and started eating her pussy.

I don’t understand why most men get grossed out by the idea of eating a girl out. The way I see it, there’s nothing better then getting down there and licking her silky smoothness, tasting her juices, causing her to squirm and shake and shimmy and groan. After all, it’s all about getting your girl off, right? And I’ve never come across one who doesn’t like being on the receiving end of oral sex. Usually more than penetration itself. Plus there’s no pressure, no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to town without having to worry about ending things prematurely on your end. Personally, I could do it all night long and be perfectly happy, especially the way Nikki gets off on it.

She was making little mewling sounds that were punctuated by quick gasps of breath whenever I’d mix things up, like suck on her clit for a few moments or run my tongue down to her asshole or stick a couple fingers inside her or make my tongue rigid and fuck her with it. Every once in a while I’d shift the angle of my head a bit so I could look up at her and the look of pure enjoyment would always excite me even further and renew my vigor.

About five minutes in I noticed that Nikki tasted a little different. Curious, I looked up to see her pouring her glass of wine onto the lower part of her washboard stomach, right below the belly button. The wine was trickling down her skin and into her pussy and into my mouth.

“You like?” she said.

Smiling, I nodded.

She poured a little more and I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. It was quite good; Nikki’s juices adding  just a little sweetness to the wine.

“I think we found a new vintage,” I said once the glass was empty. “If we could figure out a way to bottle that combination we’d make millions.”

“Yeah right,” she said, laughing.

“I’m serious,” I said, looking up the length of her body at her. I tried to keep a straight face but it was impossible. I was having too much fun.

She grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back in between her legs. “Just shut up and go back to work.”

And so I did, eating her pussy with a renewed sense of intensity, licking, sucking, flicking my tongue in and out of her as quickly as I could.

“Ho-ly shit,” she said in a guttural voice that only made an appearance when she was really into it. “Right there, right there. Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, not with her getting off so hard, but just to be sure, she pulled me further into her, practically smothering me, then wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t go anywhere.

Nikki bucked against my face, harder and harder, faster and faster, her moans turning wordless as she rose higher and higher towards orgasm. Her pussy was gushing, soaking me with its wetness, her juices covering my face like a warm washcloth. She was not quite at the edge of cumming yet but making her way there quickly. The good lover I am, I decided to help her along.

At some point my hands had found their way onto her ass cheeks and I used this to my advantage, sliding my thumb along the crack of her butt until I found her asshole. I rubbed the tip of thumb around the outer edge of her sphincter a couple times to get her prepared. Then, using her collected juices as lubrication, I slipped my thumb into her asshole.

The response was immediate. A sharp gasp of breath, then her body froze for a moment before she exhaled in a rush and her pussy released another wave of wetness, drenching me even further.

Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering, Nikki released her leglock on my head and used my hair to lift me up towards her. She scooted forward and aggressively shoved her tongue down into my mouth while simultaneously guiding my cock towards her pussy and slipping it inside her.

I was pretty riled up at this point and not sure how much time I had left before I came myself, so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started pounding her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand ventured up her stomach and I grabbed ahold of her breast and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in my cock but it was no use. I was too far along to turn back now.

I grabbed ahold of her right leg and threw it over my right shoulder, turning her slightly sideways and allowing me a little more leverage. With my right hand still planted firmly on Nikki’s left breast and my left hand gripping a handful of her hair, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy with my cock, balls deep, slamming into her with enough force to lift her body up off the counter with every thrust.

And then I was there.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said under my breath, just like I always did before I came. It wasn’t a conscious thing but I’d long ago given up worrying about it. Besides, Nikki liked it; it let her know my time was up.

“Cum inside me,” Nikki said. She was the one that got to decide where my cum was going to end up. In her or on her. “I want you to cum inside me.”

So I did, giving her one last thrust and then holding it there, my cock deep inside her pussy as I released, shuddering slightly, then pumping it a few more times to finish myself off.

We kissed for a minute or two, then I slipped my cock out of her and carried her over to the Jacuzzi tub and we climbed in.





I’m an alpha female, which means I pretty much get what I want. And tonight I want to get pounded by Andy.

Andy is an interesting guy. A mid-level vice president with a huge, multi-national conglomerate, he’s a submissive at heart who longs desperately to be in charge. In his mid-30’s and always on the road, he’s an easy guy to hook up with and even easier on the eyes. Six foot three, two hundred fifteen pounds of pure muscle and a rugged face. His cock isn’t huge, but as many a good little slut will tell you, size is only part of the equation—as long as it’s inside the bell curve, of course. What you do with your cock is just as important. And Andy is an animal in bed when the conditions are right.

The trick with Andy is to make him believe he is in charge even though he really isn’t. Because even though he tries to play the tough guy, deep down he’s really a decent fellow, which means he can only take something if permission is given. As much as he wants to, he can’t take things by force. It’s just not hardwired into him. So I have to tease it out of him by manipulating the situation. I have to give him exactly what he wants in order to get exactly what I want from him, which in this situation is my version of safe sex; pounded into submission without having to worry about it going too far. After all, if I don’t give him permission, he won’t do it. Which puts the ball squarely in my court, even though he doesn’t know that.

That’s why men always come back to me for more—I give them exactly what they want, even if they don’t consciously know what that is. It’s my gift.

And if there’s one thing I’ve learned above all else over the years, it’s that this deeper level of control is what truly gets me off. There’s nothing more empowering than being a five-and-a-half foot, one-hundred pound girl that dominates men a foot taller and a hundred or more pounds heavier. Not only mentally but (although it may not seem like it to the uninitiated) physically as well. I fucking love it.


I arrive at his hotel room at just after 9PM. He’s still dressed in his business suit, save for the jacket. His tie is on but loose. He’s got a glass of what looks like Jack Daniels in his hand. From the look in his eyes he’s already had a few. Which is good for me. Makes my job that much easier. Especially with Andy.

“Nice to see you again,” he says, polite as always.

But I’m not here to talk. I’m here to fuck. So I get right down to business, dropping to my knees and unzipping his fly without so much as a word in reply.

His cock is curled up inside of his pants, pressing up against the material, creating a bulge. I reach in and slide it free.

Right now it’s hard but not completely stiff, so I go about fixing that. Gripping the base of his shaft with my hand, I take the tip of his cock in my mouth. A couple of sucks and some work with my tongue to get it slippery, and then I take a little more of his cock in my mouth, then a little more, then a little more, until pretty soon I’ve taken it more than halfway down.

“Holy shit,” he says. “That’s fucking good.”

Maintaining eye contact, I suck his cock while jerking his shaft with my hand. I can feel his cock growing harder, filling up my throat, making it difficult to breathe. I hold it for a few seconds then back off, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.

I gather up all the saliva in my mouth and spit on his cock and jerk him off some more. Still looking up at him, I say, “You like it when I suck your cock, don’t you?”

He nods, still a little shy. Even with the whiskey in his system, it’s taking him longer than usual to get in the mood. Time to up the ante a bit.

I slide a little further down beneath him and lick his balls while still jerking him off. “What about that?” I say. “You like it when I lick your balls?”


A little more forceful that time, which is good. Time to keep pushing. He’ll get there soon enough.

With my hand still working his cock, I take his balls in my mouth. First one, then the other, then both together. I gargle them for a bit, alternating the pressure, then pop them both out of my mouth.

“How about that? You like that too?”

“I fucking love it,” he says, his voice gathering up even more steam.

Almost there now. I let go of his cock but leave it lying across the length of my face, just to the side of my nose. I go back to working his balls, attacking them with even more fervor than before, sucking them, licking them, running my tongue along the back of them and up his taint, pretty much making it impossible for him to leave his cock alone, unattended. For if there’s one constant in the universe it’s this: no man’s cock can go unattended while someone is working on his balls. If you’re not jerking it for him, it’s just a matter of time until he starts doing it himself. And once Andy has control of his cock, it’s all over. He’ll use it however I tell him to.

A few more seconds of working his sack and then it’s done. He starts jerking himself off. Bingo. Andy is no longer a passive participant. He’s in control. Even if he doesn’t yet realize it.

“Slap me with it,” I say in between licks as I look up at him. “Slap my face with your fucking cock.”

He does as I’ve asked, of course. But much too softly.

“Harder,” I say, still working on his balls. “I can take it.”

His cock slaps up against my cheek. Harder, but still not hard enough. Time to appeal to his ego.

“Is that all you got?” I say. “I thought you were a real man.”

And that’s all it takes.

A flash of annoyance on his face and the next thing I know he’s slapping my face with his cock hard enough to sting just a bit, his right hand controlling his cock and his left hand with a handful of my hair, controlling my head.

Now this is the Andy I know and love. “That’s right, just like that,” I say. “Take control of me, Andy. Take control.” Implicitly giving him free reign to do whatever he wants.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. With a firm grip still on my hair, he spins me around, shoves me back up against the wall and sticks his cock in my mouth, halfway down, holds it there for a few seconds, then pulls it back out.

 With his hands on the top of my head, holding me in place, he fucks my face, his hips moving back and forth, slamming his cock into my throat, making me gag and gurgle and gasp for breath.

“Is that what you want?” he says, his cock still working my mouth. “You want me to fuck your pretty little face with my cock?”

Looking up at him, I nod as best I can with his cock still in my mouth. My eyes are wide, my eyebrows raised, begging for more, inviting him to keep doing what he’s doing.

He takes the invitation and runs with it, shoving his cock further down into my throat, forcing me to deepthroat him, then holding it there, my nose pressing up against his belly, my tongue darting out underneath his cock to lick his balls.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles before pulling his cock out.

I gasp for breath but keep smiling and looking up at him.

He bends down until our heads are at the same level. “You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you,” he says.

“The dirtiest,” I say.

“Prove it,” he says.

“Tell me how.”

“Play with yourself,” he says. “Stick your fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself.”

I do as I’m told, sticking two fingers inside myself and moving them back and forth.

“Deeper,” he says. “As far as they’ll go.”

I stick my fingers deeper inside my pussy, past the second knuckle. My breathing rate increases and I bite my bottom lip to help alleviate the pressure.

“Another finger,” he says.

I oblige him, a sharp gasp coming from my mouth as I slip it in there.

“Now hold them there while I fuck your face,” Andy says.

He climbs to his feet and sticks his cock in my mouth. He again fucks my face, his hands right back on top of my head, controlling it, keeping it in place up against the wall.

The pressure is building up inside me, a combination of my fingers deep inside my pussy and the lack of air getting to my brain from Andy fucking my face without remorse. I’m breathing heavier now, just barely able to take in enough breath, but that’s okay because I’m right at the edge of cumming.

I pull my fingers from my pussy and start rubbing my clit, faster and faster, keeping time with Andy as he slams his cock into my mouth, bringing myself closer and closer and closer to orgasm. And then I’m there, my body shaking and shimmying as I cum, Andy sensing the moment too and taking the opportunity to shove his cock deeper into my throat and hold it there right at the perfect moment, forcing me to struggle for breath, causing my orgasm to be that much more powerful.

He pulls his cock out at the perfect time, right before I start to panic. I gasp for air and smile up at him, my body still recovering. But he doesn’t let up.

He grabs ahold of my hair and lifts. “Come on. Up, on your feet.”

I scramble up, my 4-inch fuck me pumps still only bringing my head up to his chin. He turns me around so my face is against the wall and my ass is facing him. Then he drops to his knees and hikes my dress up over my hips and shoves my panties to the side. Spreading my ass with his hands, he sticks his face between my cheeks and goes to work on my pussy.

“Holy fuck that feels good,” I say, mostly because I know how much Andy likes to hear me talk. He’s one of those guys that likes his women to be vocal, constantly providing him reinforcement that he’s doing the right thing. So I oblige him, talking more than usual between my very real moans of pleasure. He’s not great at eating pussy, but it’ll do. It’s hard to fuck things up too bad when you’re down there.

He starts slapping my ass, lightly at first, as if testing the waters. Not that he has to—he’s done that sort of thing before and I’ve never objected—but that was just his nature. Always waiting for positive reinforcement before taking the next step. So I give it to him.

“Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

So he does.

I groan. “That’s right. Do it again. Like you mean it.”

He does, slapping my ass with both hands now, the smacking sound mixing with his heavy breathing and my moans of pleasure to create a strangely addicting cacophony. The unmistakable sounds of sex.

And then he climbs to his feet. Leaning in towards me, his hard cock pressing up against my back, his mouth next to my ear, he says, “Are you ready for my cock?”

Biting my bottom lip, I turn my head so I’m facing him and nod.

“Say it,” he says as he reaches around, grabs one of my tits and squeezes. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I want you to fuck with me it,” I say, telling him what he needs to hear. “I want you to stick it in my pussy and slam it into me. I want you to treat me like a dirty little slut.”

“If you insist,” Andy says, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He grabs ahold of his cock and guides it inside my pussy, giving me just the tip for a moment before sticking it all the way inside. I’m so wet that it slides in without a hint of resistance.

He starts off slow but I’m too far along for that, so I slam my ass back against him, once, twice, three times, nearly knocking him off-balance.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?” he says good-naturedly. “All right then.”

He grabs ahold of my waist and starts pumping me crazily, his hips slamming up against my ass, jarring me, my whole body feeling the effects of his body hammering against mine, his grunts filling up the room.

I straighten my legs out, muscles taut, sticking my ass further up into the air. I put my palms against the wall to balance myself and give me a little more leverage. “Oh yeah,” I scream as another orgasm peeks it head around the corner.  “Right there. That’s the spot. Give it to me. Give it to me! Yes, yes, yes!”

My talking just causes him to up the intensity even further, which is exactly the point. A few seconds later and I’m cumming again, this time even more violently than the first, juices gushing out of me, making my pussy even wetter. Andy doesn’t even slow down, just powering right through and not letting up at all.

I look back at him, wanting to watch him as he fucks me. The look on his face is pure intensity. Gone is the trepidation from earlier. He’s totally flipped. No more mister nice guy. Now he was Andy the animal. The fuck machine. Just what I was looking for. My work was done here. It was time to sit back and enjoy the ride.  

And what a ride it is. Still hammering into me with no end in sight, already two orgasms in, he drags me down to the floor and forces me to my hands and knees. Sidling up behind me, he slips his cock into me and fucks me from behind, doggy-style, his hands spreading my ass, holding it open for his viewing pleasure, then working their way up to my shoulders and finally my hair as he grabs ahold and pulls, lifting my head up and back, towards him, forcing me to arch my back, giving him deeper access to my pussy. He’s slamming into me, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my yelps of pleasure slightly exaggerated for his consumption.

Then, with his cock still inside me, he lets go of my hair and climbs to his feet. With one leg on each side of me he moves forward, getting on top of me, altering his angle of entry, giving himself more leverage to hammer me from behind.

His hands push down on the back of my head, forcing my shoulders down and my face to the floor. He holds me down while he fucks me, the feeling of helplessness liberating in this situation, me not having any control whatsoever heightening my pleasure, bringing yet another orgasm within range.

I’m too far gone right now even for words, the sounds coming from my mouth the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Andy fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the rug as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful.  

But Andy still doesn’t slow down. He’s in his own world now, oblivious to my whims, my wants, my needs. Which is just fine by me. After all, that’s why I came to him tonight, because I wanted to be owned, dominated, fucked into submission. And he’s doing a fine job of it.

Sometime later, Andy pulls out, climbs to his feet and spins me over onto my back. He lifts my ass into the air and pushes my legs down so my knees are next to my head, folding me in half with my ass up. The piledriver. Not my favorite position but that’s okay. I know Andy likes it and I’ve already had my fun. This is for him now. Time to let him do what he wants, to allow him to get off, to make him happy.

He straddles me, his big, muscular body looming over me, then squats to bring his cock down to my pussy. Using both hands he spreads my pussy then sticks his cock inside me. He grabs ahold of my ankles and spreads my legs, holding them wide, opening up my pussy to accept his cock.

His leg muscles working hard, he drives his hips down into me faster and faster, fucking me with reckless abandon as he approaches orgasm. He is staring down at my face, clearly enjoying the control he has over me, getting off on my helplessness as he fucks me, his cock going deeper and deeper inside me, causing me to squirm in pleasure.

“Do it, do it, just like that,” I say, my voice higher-pitched and softer than usual, playing up my helplessness, my lack of control. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours, Andy. Give it to me. Make me pay, Andy. Make me pay.”

I can tell from his reaction that this line of dialogue turns him on. His pumps become faster, more powerful, more meaningful. He is marching quickly towards orgasm, and I’m going to help him get there.

“Punish me,” I say. “Fuck me like the dirty slut I am, Andy. Punish me!”

He grimaces and lets out a sharp breath. I’ve seen that face before. I know exactly what it means. He’s gonna cum.

“Cum on my face, Andy,” I say. “I want you to cum on my face.”  

Again, not my favorite thing in the world, but I know that’s what Andy wants, what he’s waiting for, and it’s worth it to keep him happy.

He pumps his cock into me a few more times and then he’s scrambling down, squatting even further, his legs hooked over mine, forcing my knees to the floor as his cocks looms large over my face, his expression one of intense pleasure as he jerks his cock and sends his hot of cum all over me. It’s a huge load, three giant streams plus a few smaller ones, covering my chin, my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, even my hair. Getting everywhere. But that’s all right. I don’t mind. Anything to make Andy happy.

And happy he is, smiling and laughing like a high-schooler. I lift my head and suck on the tip of his cock, taking the last couple drops of cum into my mouth, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Holy shit,” he says, shaking his body one last time and climbing to his feet. “You’re one hell of a fuck, Missy.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, Andy.”

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