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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2017 by Ashley Embers


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.


















When did 21-year old girls become such nasty little sluts? Back when I was that age—which was less than 10 years ago, mind you—it was nearly impossible to find a girl that would sleep with you without at least going out for a couple of dates. And once you got them in bed they barely knew what they were doing. And getting a decent blow job? Forget about it. Let alone anything nastier.

But nowadays it seems like they’d rather spent a night getting freaky in the sack instead of even bothering with dinner and a movie. And not just straight fucking, but dirty, filthy, perverted shit. Girls these days will do things on the first night that I couldn’t get my old girlfriends to do months into the relationship. Not to mention the attitudes they have. Trash-talking is the norm. They have no shame. Or respect. Or morals. 

I don’t know if it’s the proliferation of internet porn or just the degradation of our society, but 21-year olds have definitely changed. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. Especially when one of them takes an interest in me.




Her name was Riley and she was a tiny little 21-year old girl. She was barely north of five feet tall and she couldn’t have been more than half my weight. She was skinny but athletic, with tanned skin, wavy brown hair, a cute but not-too-innocent face, small tits, an incredibly tight ass and thin legs. Exactly how I liked my women. Young, cute, petite and all natural. None of that plastic surgery crap for me. And, as it turned out, I was exactly how she liked her men. Older. And attractive. Or so she said.

We met at a BBQ one of my neighbors was throwing. Riley’s sister was friends with my neighbor’s girlfriends brother or some crap like that. I don’t really know, nor do I care. What matters was that she showed up at the party and saw me and started a conversation with me. She didn’t stay long, but before she left she gave me her address and asked me to come over the next day around noon to hang out. I told her I’d love to and then she took off.

I showed up the next day not knowing what to expect. But as soon as she  answered the door it was obvious what was going on. She had on a pink, lacy top that barely covered the top half of her perky little tits and pink and white striped panties. Nothing else.

My cock immediately started to rise.

“For some reason I feel overdressed,” I said, flashing her a little smile as I walked in.

“Don’t worry,” Riley said, closing the door behind me. She leaned up against me and looked up at my face. Her head barely reached my shoulders. She ran her hand down my chest, over my stomach and settled on my cock. “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”

 “You don’t waste any time, do you?” I said.

“What can I say?” Riley replied. “I know what I want.” She gave my cock squeeze. “And from what I can tell, you want it too. I don’t see why we shouldn’t just get right down to it. Unless, of course, you aren’t comfortable with that.”

“It’s fine with me.”

“I thought you’d feel that way,” she said, undoing my zipper. “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”

She dropped down to her knees and pulled my cock out. It was sticking straight out, hard enough to hammer nails. It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world but it wasn’t the smallest either. Right around 7 inches long but thicker than most. Plenty big enough for even the sluttiest of girls out there. Which was a list that Riley was near the top of, from what I could tell.

Her eyes widened when she saw it out in the open but only for a moment. She didn’t want me to know how excited she was. Apparently she had a facade to maintain. Which was fine by me. I loved girls with attitudes. It just made things more fun.

“Well, what do you think?” I asked, taunting her just a bit.

“Not bad, not bad at all,” she said, deliberately playing down her excitement. But she couldn’t completely mask it no matter how hard she tried. “Of course, size doesn’t matter if you don’t know what to do with it.” She pulled her gaze from my cock and looked up at me. “Do you?”

“I do,” I said. “The real question is: Do you?”

She scoffed. “Please. Just watch me.”

Without further ado, she wrapped one hand around my shaft, opened her mouth, and slipped my cock inside. She sucked on the tip and stroked my shaft at the same time, working slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, her mouth dropping further and further down my cock with every thrust.

Her head was bouncing forward and back, moving faster and faster. Her hair was flying everywhere. She took my cock three-quarters of the way down her throat, and held it there for a good five seconds, maintaining eye contact the entire time, before gagging and pulling her head back.

Riley took a single deep breath, then gathered up the saliva in her mouth and spit it on my cock. Still staring up at me with an evil little smile on her face, she jerked me off.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked. “Do you like seeing it planted in my pretty little mouth?”

Smiling back at her, I nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Riley said. “Just wait till you see what else I can do.”

She dropped a little lower and slid her body further underneath mine. She pressed my cock against my stomach, exposing my balls more prominently, then proceeded to lick them and suck on them, one at a time.

I took a deep breath and let out a little moan.

“You like that, huh?” she said. “You like it when I play with your balls?”

I nodded again.

Riley snickered, enjoying her control over me, then went back to work. She gripped my ball sack just under the base of my cock, creating a tight little package with my balls as the gift. Then she took the whole thing in her mouth, sucking on it like she was trying to pull my balls out the bottom of my sack.

I shuddered and made another involuntary noise.

She relaxed on the pressure a bit, bouncing my balls around in her mouth while jerking me off for a few seconds before suddenly sucking on them more aggressively than ever, eliciting yet another gasp from my mouth.

Riley was expertly straddling the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me on my toes, not letting me get comfortable, heightening my sensation like a pro.

I tried not to wonder how an 21-year-old could already be so good at things that took so much practice but it was difficult not to. Not that it really made a difference. Whatever she’d done before we hooked up was none of my business.

She played with my balls for a little while longer before releasing them with a pop. Looking up at me with her hand still around my cock, she slapped it against her cheek couple of times .

“Fuck my face, baby,” Riley said. “Fuck my pretty little face.”

“With pleasure,” I said.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and slid my hard cock into her open mouth. I pumped my hips forward and back, pulling her head towards me in time with my movements, slamming my cock deep into her mouth with every thrust. Gurgled, strained sounds escaped from her throat as I pulled my cock almost all the way out of her mouth before sticking it back in, balls deep, over and over. Saliva dripped out of her mouth and onto the hardwood floor, creating a reservoir of spit.

Seeing the mess we were making, I decided to see just how far she’d go. I wanted to see how much of a slut she really was; just your garden variety freak or someone willing to push the envelope and do things that were just flat out nasty and deviant.

“You’re making a mess,” I said, pulling my cock out of her mouth to give her a chance to take a breath. “Clean it up.”

I released Riley’s hair, and she immediately dropped down to her hands and knees. Leaning over, she ran her tongue over the pool of saliva, licking it up. When that proved inefficient, she sucked it up into her mouth, tilting her head back to swallow it once it was cleaned up off the floor.

“You’re a filthy little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, marveling at her nastiness.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” she said, looking up at me with a little half smirk.

“We’ll see about that,” I said. “But for now just stay down on the floor and don’t move. I want to stick my dick in that little pussy of yours. See if it’s as tight as it looks.”

“Be my guest,” she said, arching her back, forcing her impossibly tight little ass up into the air while I came around to the other side of her. “But promise me you won’t take it easy on me. I want you to pound the shit out of me.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” I said, shaking my head in wonder at the depths of depravity on this girl. She had no shame whatsoever. It was awesome.

I approached Riley from behind, one of my legs on each side of her body, until my legs were even with her hips. I squatted down, letting my cock rest on top of her ass. Then I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up until our faces were cheek to cheek, both facing the same way.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I said.

“I’ve been waiting all day for it,” Riley said. “Get on with it already.”

I laughed. She was all attitude all the time. I fucking loved it. Of course, it also made me want to crack her façade even more.

Still squatting above her, I slid my hips back just a little bit, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slipped it into her. Her pussy was soaking wet but it was still a snug fit. My cock was just too big and her pussy was just too small. But I didn’t let the size difference slow me down one bit, forcing my cock into her as far as it would go. I wasn’t going to stop unless she asked me to. Which I knew she would never do.

“Holy shit,” she groaned once I was all the way inside her, unable to maintain her mask of aloofness in the wake of my cock penetrating her pussy.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” I asked mockingly, using her momentary lapse of detachment against her, mostly because I knew how much it would piss her off to have it thrown back in her face.

“I can fucking handle whatever you can dish out,” Riley said, her attitude coming back with a vengeance.

Despite the harshness of her words, her voice was strained and I could tell she was struggling with the size of my cock. But I also knew that under no circumstances would she want me to take it easy on her.     

With that in mind, I gripped her hips for balance and started moving against her. I started slow, fucking her with long, insistent strokes. But it wasn’t long before I was pounding her more quickly, my cock moving in and out of her in a fast, steady rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” Riley said, her voice gradually regaining it’s snarky tone as she started to get used to the size of my cock. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, hammering her with more aggression. Our bodies bounced off each other, her ass rippling every time we made contact. I slid my hands up her back and grabbed a hold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as I moved into her, forcing my cock deeper inside her pussy with every thrust.

“Just like that, just like that!” she said, her voice louder but still maintaining it’s hard edge. “Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Treat me like the little fuckslut that I am!”

Her trash-talking had me searching for ways to increase my leverage over her. I saw her hair splayed down her back so I reached out and grabbed a handful of it and yanked back. She let out a surprised yelp and arched her back even further, allowing me deeper access to her pussy. Using her hair to manipulate her body and keep the tension at a maximum, I hammered away, her ass bouncing against me with more and more force.

“Right there, right there, right fucking there!” Riley said, growling like an animal. “Keep fucking me, keep fucking me, keep fucking me, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her body tightening up for a moment and then releasing with a shudder and a deep, guttural moan.  

Once her orgasm had passed I slowed down to catch my breath, not pulling my cock out of her pussy, but not moving against her either.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she said, turning back to look at me. Her eyes were wild and her mouth was turned up in an evil little snarl.

“Taking a little break,” I said, biting down on my smile. I was deliberately messing with her, curious to see how she would react.

Unsurprisingly, Riley slammed her ass back into me hard with as much force as she could muster.

“Just because I came once you think you can slow down?” she said, hammering back against me again. “Not a chance, mister. I’m not a man. I’m not done after a single pathetic orgasm.”

I let her bounce her ass back against me one more time before taking control again, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them wide before pounding away, my hips slamming into her with more force than ever before.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, my voice harsh but still playful. “You want me to open you up and pummel you like a fucking whore?”

“What I want is for you to fuck me like a man,” she said, turning back to glare at me. “Not a little boy.”

Her trash-talking riled me up even further. Smiling like a devil, I grabbed her arms, crossed them over each other, and held them against her back.

“That’s right,” she said, her head still turned back at me. “Own me. Make me your bitch.”

With my eyes locked onto hers, I did just that, slamming into her with as much force as I could muster. Her moans turned to screams as I pounded away at her pussy, hammering on her so hard that she flinched every time I bottomed out.

 I pushed down on her upper body, forcing her head to the floor. Holding her arms behind her back with one hand and her face to the floor with the other, I fucked her with every ounce of aggression I had, taunting her the entire time.

“Is this how you want it?” I said, almost yelling by now. “Ass up in the air and face to the floor while I hammer you with my cock?”

“That’s exactly how I want it!” she screamed. “Punish me! Fucking destroy me! I deserve it!”

I gave it to her just like that for another thirty seconds or so before I had to back away. I was too close to orgasm to keep it up for much longer and I wanted to fuck with her some more before I finished up. So I stood up pulling my cock out of her pussy.

“Come taste yourself,” I said, looking down at her.

Being the good little slut that she was, Riley knew exactly what I was talking about. She spun and scooted over towards me rose up on her knees and started licking my cock up and down, cleaning it of all her juices.

“I taste so fucking good,” she said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile on her face and her hand wrapped around my shaft.

“Stop talking and start sucking,” I said.

She glared at me but didn’t say anything, attacking my cock again, this time taking it in her mouth and sucking on it with her lips sealed tight, creating a vacuum-like seal.

It felt good; too good in fact. If I let her do it for very much longer I was going to cum. And I still had some things I wanted to do to her before we were finished. So I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked on her head, pulling her head off my cock.

Riley looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes and a little half-smirk on her lips.

“Almost finished up there, did you?” she said.

“No,” I lied. “I just want to mix things up a little.”

“Sure,” she said, drawing the word out. “You can tell yourself whatever you want but we both know the truth.”

“The truth is I’m not through with you yet,” I said. “Now shut your mouth and try to keep from falling on your face.”

I turned and starting walking towards the couch, dragging Riley along by her hair. She crawled on her hands and knees like an animal, struggling to keep up with me. She avoided falling, but just barely.

Once we arrived at the couch, I reached down and picked her up. Then I spun her around and dropped her on the couch, so her head was lying on the cushion, her face looking up towards the ceiling and her feet up in the air.

“Don’t fucking move,” I said, then I climbed onto the couch and turned so I was facing her. Straddling her face, I sat down, my ass on the upper part of her chest, my cock lying on her chin right below her mouth.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, still flashing attitude even though she was in a compromising position.

“Whatever I want,” I said. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“Only if you cum before you fuck me again.”

“Don’t worry, I promise to stick my cock in your pussy at least one more time before I cum on your face.”

“On my face?” she said. “I figured you were going to cum in my mouth.”

“I’m sure I can sneak a little in there if that’s what you want,” I said.

“Either way is fine with me, as long as—”

“I fuck you again before I cum,” I said, lifting my body off of her and scooting forward until my groin was hovering right above her face. “Yeah, yeah, I got that part. Now open your mouth and try not to talk any shit for once.”

Surprisingly, Riley did as she was told.

“That’s a good girl,” I said, as I dropped my balls into her mouth. Staring down at her, I jerked myself off as she sucked on my balls. The feeling was intense, consisting of just the right combination of pleasure and pain.

“Fuckin-A you’re good at that,” I said, taking the opportunity to talk a little shit of my own now that her mouth was full. With my balls still in her mouth, I pressed my cock down against her face, holding it lengthwise alongside the side of her nose and rubbing it on her forehead and over her eyes.

Looking down at her, our eyes locked together, I lifted myself up in an attempt to extract my balls from her mouth. She refused to release them, holding on with her mouth, stretching my ballsack to it’s limits before reluctantly letting go with a pop.

“You just never quit trying to push buttons, do you?” I said.

Riley shrugged and flashed me a wicked smile but for once didn’t say anything.

I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re a real a piece of work, you know that, right?”

“Look who’s talking,” she replied.

“Fair enough,” I said. I smacked her with my cock a few times then stuck it in her mouth. I fucked her face using long, slow strokes, giving her my entire cock each time.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” I asked, staring down at her.

She nodded as best she could considering the situation.

I grabbed her head and held it in place against the cushion and started to pump her mouth with more speed, slamming my cock in and out like a jackhammer, giving it to her balls deep every time.

She coughed and gagged but didn’t complain, even as my balls slapped up against the bottom of her chin and saliva poured out of her mouth.

I could have easily cum right then and there but I’d promised her that I’d fuck her again before I finished up, and despite all my faults I’m a man who sticks by his promises, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and grabbed her under the arms and slid her body down to the floor.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” I asked, looking down at Riley. Her shoulders and neck were on the floor and her legs were still up on the couch.

She nodded.  

I grabbed ahold of her legs and pushed them down until her knees were pressed against the floor, one on either side of her head, essentially folding her in half.

She’d obviously been in this position before, as she wrapped her arms around her legs to keep them in place without being told. Squatting, I guided my cock into her pussy. She grimaced and let out a little yelp but didn’t protest, even as I forced my cock deeper inside her.

“That’s it,” she said. “Break my fucking pussy. Break it in half. Turn me inside out.”

Egged on by her dirty mouth, I grabbed her knees and pulled them apart, opening her up even more, and proceeded to lay into her, dropping my body down onto her with enough force to cause her to flinch at the bottom end of each thrust.

As I climbed those final few steps toward orgasm, I tapped into the last reserves of my energy and pounded her with all the intensity I could muster. She took everything I had to offer, staring directly up at me the entire time. She was no longer talking shit, no longer talking at all, really, just making loud, guttural, animal noises, having finally lost her ironic distance from the situation.

This, more than anything, put me over the edge. The idea that I could break through Riley’s walls of detachment and bring her into the moment instead of allowing her to observe it from afar was the best thing that had happened all afternoon.  

I slammed into her a couple more times, then climbed off of her and stepped forward so one foot was on either side of her head. Squatting, I aimed my cock at her face and jerked myself off.

“Give it to me,” she said. “Paint my fucking face with your cum.”

And so I did, shooting my load all over her, streams of milky sperm splashing against her nose, cheeks, and into her open mouth. Her face was covered in white globs, her pretty eyes sparkling behind them, her mouth turned up in a little half-smile.

As I stood there recovering, she sat up and grabbed ahold of my cock and sucked on the tip, pulling the last few drops out of it before dropping her hand away.

“Not too bad for an old man,” she said. “I’m not going to lie though, I was expecting you to get a little rougher with me.”


“Yeah, you know, playing with my asshole or slapping me around or choking me, stuff like that.”

“I had no idea you were into that sort of thing.”

“I’m into it all,” she said, wiping a bit of my cum off her face with her finger and then sticking it in her mouth. “The rougher the better.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” I said.

“Next time? What about right now?”

I looked down at her. “You want to go at it again?”

“Hell yes,” she said. “I’m just getting warmed up.”

I laughed and shook my head. This girl truly was a freak.

“I wish I could,” I said. “But I have some shit I have to get done.”

“That’s too bad,” Riley said. “Because I’m still rearing to go.” Her hand went down to her pussy and she started rubbing it. “Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to top me off.”

The idea that she was going to find another man to finish what I’d started should have pissed me off but instead it just turned me on more. It made me realize that I had only just started to tap the depths of her depravity. Besides, it’s not like I thought I was the only guy she was fucking. But still, I would be lying if I said it didn’t annoy me just a little bit. It was one thing to share her with another man but another thing altogether to know that she was going to be calling someone else as soon as I left.

“You need it that bad, huh?” I said as I pulled my clothes on.

She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.

“Then I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You keep yourself busy for a few hours, and once I’m done doing what I need to do I’ll come back over here and finish you off myself. Okay?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I need it pretty bad. I’m not sure if I can hold out until tonight.”

“I’m sure you can find a way to keep yourself satisfied,” I said as I tied my shoes.

“I’ll try,” she said. “But I’m not making any promises.”

She was still sporting the attitude but I was pretty sure she was just fucking with me. But in the end, it didn’t really matter whether or not she had another guy over while I was gone. I was coming back for more that night, either way. I knew it and she knew it, and there was no reason to pretend otherwise.

“Just do your best,” I said, heading for the door. I only had a few minutes to spare and I knew if I didn’t leave now I wouldn’t leave at all. “And I’ll see you tonight.”

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and waved goodbye, then slipped them into her mouth. I laughed again, then turned and headed towards the door. It was going to be a long couple of hours.






Bella and I had just finished our first date when she invited me over to her place to hang out some more. I quickly accepted, and not only because she was an incredibly gorgeous 22-year old woman with Latin features, long black hair, amazingly tight body and caramel-colored skin, but she was incredibly cool too, wry and witty with a self-deprecating sense of humor, just like me.

She led me inside and sat me down on her couch but remained standing, looking down on me, a little half-smile on her lips.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked in her sexy, throaty voice. “Beer? Wine? Something harder?”

“Whatever you’re having,” I said.

“Wine it is, then,” Bella said. She smiled and patted my knee and headed towards the kitchen.

I had to stare at her firm little ass working behind her tight dress as she walked. I just couldn’t help myself.

She cast a glance over her shoulder and caught me staring at her. I started to blush, but she just smiled and said, “Take your socks and shoes off. Get comfortable.”

I couldn’t turn down a request like that, so I did as she’d asked while she poured two glasses of wine and made her way back to the couch.

We drank our wine and talked a bit, not about anything important, just shooting the shit. I wanted to make some sort of a move on her but that just wasn’t my thing. It never has been. Luckily for me, it was hers.

We had just finished our wine when I held out my hand so she could hand me her glass. “Another one?” I asked.

“No,” Bella said. “I’m good on wine.”

“O-kay,” I said, drawing the word out. From her tone I figured I’d missed my chance and now the night was going to come to a quick end. As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“So what now?” I asked. “Do you want to watch some television? Listen to music?”

“Actually, I’m feeling pretty dirty,” Bella said, standing up. “I think I need to take a shower. Do you want to join me?”

I was caught completely off guard. But I managed to say, “I’d love to,” without sputtering and hopefully without too much surprise showing up on my face.

“Then let’s go,” she said, holding out her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet then led me down the hall.

She led me into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a huge shower, at least ten feet long, with two heads, each on an opposite wall.

As the water warmed up, Bella slipped out of her black dress, revealing nothing underneath but a beige g-string. As I stood staring at her, mesmerized by her ridiculously tight body, she dropped to her knees, right there on the tile floor of the bathroom. She had my belt undone and my pants down around my ankles within seconds and my cock in her hand shortly after that.

After jerking me off for a bit to get me hard, she smacked my cock against her cheek a couple of times, then licked the underside of my shaft, beginning near my balls and making her way towards the tip.

I sucked in a deep breath and held it as she worked my cock, torturing me by moving slowly and gently over it with her tongue, paying attention to every centimeter of it, in no hurry at all.

 “Holy shit that feels good,” I said under my breath.

Her eyes lit up and I could see she was smiling, even as she continued working my cock. She was obviously enjoying herself, although I suspected she just enjoyed torturing me.

Looking up at me, maintaining eye contact, she dropped her head further down and started working on my balls, sucking on them one at a time while she continued jerking me off with deliberate hand movements.

I took another deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to control my breathing. It was only moderately successful.

After playing with my cock and balls for a little while longer, Bella slowly climbed to her feet, kissing my stomach and chest as she made her way up. With her hand still grasping my rock-hard cock, she turned around so her back was to me and smacked my cock against her ass a couple of times, her upper body turned towards me so she could watch my face as she messed with me.

“I think the water’s hot enough now,” she said in her sexy, throaty voice. “Do you think you can help me get my panties off?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I said, trying to play it cool despite the excitement coursing through my veins.

I hooked my fingers around the waist of her g-string and bent down, dropping to my knees, slowly peeling her panties off as I went. Once I had them off, her amazing, impossibly firm ass was right in front of my face.

I couldn’t just let the opportunity pass me by, especially after what she’d already done to me. So I gently pushed her legs further apart, them put one hand on each of her asscheeks, spread them wide, then buried my face in her ass.

“Oh my,” Bella said, still sounding in total control, as she had all night. “That was unexpected.”

Smiling at her reaction to my little maneuver, I went to work on her pussy with my tongue, running it up and down her snatch, increasing the speed with every pass. Once she was good and wet, I pressed my face forward, burying my tongue inside her.

With my tongue deep in her pussy, I looked up the length of her body to see how she was reacting to my intrusion. Due to her lack of vocalization, it was difficult to tell.

From what I could see with my limited point of view, her arms were locked out against the wall and her head was thrown back, spilling her hair down over her shoulder and down her back. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. So I forced my tongue further inside her.

This got a reaction from her, in the form of a gasp and a low moan. Plus she pushed her ass further back against my face, forcing my tongue even further inside her pussy and practically smothering me with her flesh.

As the water rained down in the shower, waiting for us to enter, I held my face against Bella’s insides, unable to breath but not caring in the least, tasting her sweet muskiness as she grinded her ass against me.

At some point—I’m not sure how long; time is funny when you’re face is buried in a woman’s ass—I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to get some air into my lungs. So I pulled back and took a deep breath.

I was just about to dive in again when she grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. Turning around, she pulled my shirt off then pressed her body up against mine, her small, firm tits pushing against my chest and my cock rubbing up against her stomach.

“Thanks for that,” she said, smiling up at me, our eyes locked together. “You caught me off guard a little bit.”

“What? You didn’t expect that from me?”

“I don’t expect that from any man,” she said. “At least, not after just one date.”

“Then I guess you haven’t been with the right men,” I said.

“Apparently not,” she replied, laughing softly. “Now come on in,” she continued, gesturing towards the shower. “It’s time to get all wet and slippery.”

Bella turned and opened the door to the shower. Then she grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me inside.

Once we were inside the shower, with the water beading down on us, we got things ramped up again.

We started slowly, kissing and making out while the water sprayed down us, enjoying the slipperiness provided from the effects of water on skin. Half a minute later, Bella’s hand ventured down to my still-hard cock and started to rub it while still exploring my mouth with her tongue.

In reply, I ran my hand down Bella’s stomach and started rubbing her pussy. I used two fingers to work her snatch, occasionally changing up the pressure to keep things interesting. With our lips still attached, I could feel her breath getting shorter as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

Two minutes later, Bella abruptly pulled my fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth. Staring at me the whole time, she licked my fingers clean of her juices.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” she said, our eyes locked together.

“So do I,” I said. “In fact, I’m thinking about going back down and getting another drink from the source.”

“As much as I appreciate the offer, I’d prefer if you saved that for later,” Bella said. “Because right now I need that nice, hard cock of yours inside of me.”

“If you insist,” I replied.

“I do,” Bella said, flashing me a nasty little smile. She backed herself up against the shower wall and put her foot on the bench built into it, opening herself up to me. Then she beckoned me over with her finger.

I walked over and pressed my body against hers. She immediately grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It slid in with just a hint of resistance. We both let out simultaneous gasps as I entered her.

“Fuck me with that big cock of yours,” Bella said, her voice still controlled, as it had been all night. She wrapped her leg around my waist, leaving her to balance on one leg. “Slowly. Inch by inch. I want to feel all of it.”

Even though she was dripping wet (and not just from the water pouring over us) I did as she asked, working my cock deliberately, sliding in and out of her pussy from tip to base with every thrust, letting her feel my whole length with every stroke.

 “Holy shit that feels fucking incredible,” Bella said, her arms draped around my neck to keep her balance. Our faces were centimeters apart. “I love the way your cock feels inside me.”

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.

The silkiness slipperiness of Bella’s water-covered skin was amazing. I couldn’t keep my hands off it, moving from her firm, amazing tits to her stomach to her legs to her back. Just touching her was turning me on so much that I had to mix things up before it was too late.

So I grabbed her around the hips and lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. She, in turn, hooked her other leg around my hips, to help hold herself up. Once she was settled in, I hooked my arms under her ass to complete the setup.

With me holding her up I was able to fuck her with more intensity, pounding my cock into her pussy deeper than before.

“That’s right,” she said, her voice still controlled but insistent. “There you go. Give it to me like you mean it. Harder, baby. Harder.”

So I did, hammering my cock into her pussy with more aggressiveness. We got into a perfect rhythm, our bodies working in time, both of our hips coming towards each other, coming together at the exact right moment.

Wet, slapping sounds filled the shower every time our bodies came together and our groans and grunts echoed everywhere.

“Just like that, just like that,” Bella said, more adamantly now. Her controlled demeanor was starting to crack for the first time all night. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, letting out a deep moan a few seconds later then biting down on her bottom lip and shivering for a few seconds. It was a subdued orgasm, as was her style, but it was an orgasm nonetheless.

Once it had passed Bella unhooked her legs from around my waist and slipped down to the floor of the shower. She kept going, letting my cock slip out of her pussy and dropping to her knees in front of me.

“I want to lick my pussy juices off your cock,” she said, looking up at me. “Is that okay with you?”

Smiling widely, I nodded my head and she went to work with her tongue, running it up and down my cock. Once it was clean she took my cock in her mouth, just the tip at first, then more and more of it until it had completely disappeared.

I stood there with the water beating down on me and Bella deepthroating me for what seemed like an eternity before she released her hold on my cock.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, marveling at Bella’s abilities.

“Did you like that, baby?” she said, her eyes twinkling and her mouth turned up in a little smile.

“I fucking love it,” I said.

“Not as much as I do,” Bella replied.

“Oh, I doubt that,” I said, smiling.

“Are you ready for some more?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I replied.

“But I thought you liked it?” Bella said, pouting.

“I do, I do,” I said. “But I liked it a little too much. And I want to mess around some more before I finish up.”

“Are you serious?” Bella asked.

“Completely,” I replied.

“Damn,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “I really haven’t ever met a man like you before.”

“I told you,” I said, lifting Bella to her feet. Once she was up, I backed her to the bench and sat her down, then sat down on the floor of the shower in front of her. I opened her legs wide and started eating her pussy.

I love eating women out because there’s no danger of finishing, so you can just relax and go to work without having to worry about cumming. Plus most women enjoy it just as much, if not more, than actual sex. So the way I saw things, it was a win-win.

Certainly, Bella was enjoying it. She was moaning and groaning louder than she had all night, especially  when I mixed things up, like suck on her clit or stick a couple fingers inside her and finger-fuck her while I ate her out.

At one point, Bella grabbed ahold of my hair and held me between her legs, smashing me against her pussy. While she held me in place, she pushed her hips forward and rode my rigid tongue, grinding against me with serious force.

Half a minute later she unleashed a guttural groan that was more intense than any other sound she’d made all night.

“Ho-ly shit,” she said shortly after, her voice missing the control it had maintained all night up until that point. “Right there, right fucking there,” she practically screamed. “Don’t you fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

I had no plans on stopping even before she’d said anything, but just to be sure, she wrapped her legs around my neck so I couldn’t move.

Bella grinded against my face harder and faster than ever as she rose towards another orgasm. Her pussy was soaking wet, drenching me as much as the water from the shower was, her juices covering my face.

And then she was there. She sucked in a sharp gasp of air, then her body froze for a few seconds before she exhaled and her pussy released another wave of wetness, soaking me even further.

Bella released her leg-lock on my head and used my hair to pull me to my knees, so my cock was pressing against her. Breathing deeply, her body still shuddering and her eyes locked on mine, she grabbed ahold of my cock and guiding it towards her pussy. Without saying a word, she slipped my cock inside her and aggressively shoved her tongue into my mouth.

I was close to cumming by now so I didn’t waste any time going slow. I immediately started hammering away at her pussy, giving my cock to her in long, fast strokes while we continued to make out. My hand moved up her smooth, wet stomach and I grabbed ahold of her tit and gave it a squeeze in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in my body but it didn’t help at all. I was too far along to slow down.

I grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them over my shoulders, giving me more leverage. With my hands still squeezing Bella’s tits, I fucked her with everything I had, pounding her pussy, giving her my cock balls-deep.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath. It was just about that time. And Bella knew it too.

“It’s your turn, baby,” she said, staring directly at me. “It’s your turn to cum. Are you ready?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Then cum inside me,” Bella said. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

I did as she asked, thrusting my hips forward one last time and then holding my body in place with my cock deep inside her pussy. I shuddered slightly as I came, my breath releasing in a rush, then shivered for a few seconds as I finished releasing.

“Wow,” Bella said once we’d decoupled from each other and stood back up. “Just, wow.”

“Yeah,” I said, laughing. “Tell me about it.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you were way better than I was expecting,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I hear that all the time,” I said.

“Well you won’t be hearing it from me ever again,” Bella said, planting a kiss on my lips. “Because next time I’ll be expecting it.”

A satisfied smile wormed its way onto my face. “Next time,” I said. “I like the sound of that.”

“Yep,” Bella said, returning my grin. “And the time after that, and the time after that, and the time after that too.”

The sound of our laughs filled up the shower.






By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you. Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.




I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that. 

Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie.

Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

“Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

“Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

“Another one,” Brownie says.

Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

“Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles,  slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

“Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

“Now taste yourself,” Brownie says.

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.

Brownie leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good.

And it gets even better as Brownie takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out.

Brownie gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock.   

“You taste so fucking good,” Brownie says as she goes back to work on my cock.

On the bed, Blondie now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Blondie. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Brownie says.  

Blondie does as she’s ordered.

“Now crawl,” Brownie says.

Blondie begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Brownie sees me watching Blondie.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brownie asks.

“Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

Brownie laughs and continues to jerk me off as Blondie arrives.

Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Blondie and Brownie start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Blondie is moving down Brownie’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Brownie grabs Blondie’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock.

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