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EXTREME HARDCORE

7 TALES OF FILTHY SEX

Ashley Embers

Copyright 2017 by Ashley Embers

EROTIC FILTH PUBLICATIONS

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.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

IN LOVE WITH MY PORNSTAR NEIGHBOR (THE THIRD AND FOURTH ENCOUNTERS)

SLUTTY WITH A CHANCE OF ANAL

A HARSH LESSON

ANAL JUNKY

SEDUCED BY A FILTHY MILF

HOT & BOTHERED

HOTEL GYM SEDUCTION

 

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IN LOVE WITH MY PORNSTAR NEIGHBOR (THE THIRD AND FOURTH ENCOUNTERS)


THE THIRD ENCOUNTER

 

The first time I met Brandi, I didn’t even know she was a pornstar; I only knew her as a girl next door. A ridiculously hot girl next door who was house-sitting for her parents while they were away. This was towards the end of my senior year of high school, right before I went to college. What turned out to be the greatest couple days of my life.

After a couple of awkward episodes—including me nearly getting caught jerking off to her while she sunbathed naked in the backyard—episodes that I later learned were orchestrated by her, Brandi offered me a proposition. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse: the opportunity to keep her busy while she was stuck at her parents house.

I jumped on it, literally, and for three days I spent pretty much every waking moment in her parent’s house, frolicking around with Brandi.

We fucked at least three times per day every day, starting off relatively slowly at first but eventually getting pretty freaky. Nothing too ridiculous or out of control, just your basic multiple-position fuck sessions with a little bit of kinkiness thrown in, like the occasional deepthroat or a few minutes of facesitting.

It might not seem like much, but for an eighteen-year old kid who’d only had a few awkward experiences in bed it was a godsend. Not only did my time with Brandi give me a newfound confidence, she taught me many things about what women liked and how to please them.

And then, just like that, it was over. Her parents came home early and after a final, formal date she went back to her life in sunny Southern California.

So ended the best three days of my life. But fortunately for me, it wasn’t the end of our relationship.

Over the next few months, up until I left for college, we saw each other occasionally, usually just for a couple hours of screwing around in a hotel room or something like that. Single sessions, nothing more. They were fun but they left me a bit hollow inside. Not because they felt like we didn’t have time to explore one another in detail, but because I always went in knowing we only had a couple of hours together, which filled me with a deep-rooted sense of longing even before I actually came into contact with her.

These sessions were freakier than the previous ones but not by much. They were more like extensions of what we’d done earlier instead of branching out in new directions. Which was fine by me. Because Brandi was so incredible in the sack, even the basics were elevated to dizzying heights. But still I felt as though something was missing. I wanted to continue getting freakier and freakier, but because we never had an extended period of time together it was just too difficult to really progress. No matter how comfortable you are with someone, it takes a little bit of time to truly relax in their presence. And this is doubly true when it comes to a normal guy like me and a someone like Brandi.

She’s so ridiculously hot it literally takes my breath away every time I see her in person for the first time. No matter how I rationalize our relationship it’s still impossible to view her as just a normal person. She has such a strong presence, such a thereness about her that she makes you feel inferior, even though her demeanor is exactly the opposite.

Contrary to how most people think of pornstars, Brandi actually an incredibly sweet girl, without any attitude whatsoever—except when she’s playing a role in bed, of course, then she can have all kinds of attitude. But in reality, she’s very down to earth. She always goes out of her way to make me feel comfortable, to play down her otherworldly attributes, but it’s just not possible to make herself seem like an normal girl. She’s just too gorgeous, too self-assured, too perfect; it’s impossible to think of us as equals. Add that to the fact that she’s a pornstar, known and jerked off to by millions of men across the country, and that just increases the allure.

Usually the feelings of inferiority wear off after a couple of hours, but by then our time together is over. And by the next time I see her the feelings of awe will have returned. In our case, absence not only makes the heart grow fonder, but it  magnifies her standing in my eyes.

I’d like to think if we can spend even just a full day together I could get over my inferiority complex and treat her as an equal. Fortunately for me, I was about to find out.

 

#

 

Me and few close buddies had just started drinking early on a Friday afternoon when my cell phone buzzed, signifying an incoming text. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that the message was from Brandi.

My excitement must have shown on my face, as the guy closest to me, a big dude named Dave, immediately knew something was going on.

“Who’s it from?” Dave asked, edging closer to me to take a look at the screen. “Holy shit, that’s from Brandi, right?”

I nodded. Pretty much every other freshman (and probably most of the upper-classmen, too) at our little private university knew about my exploits with Brandi. It’s not like I went around bragging about, but it was such a crazy story that once I’d let the cat out of the bag while drunk at a party one night, it spread like wildfire.

It had turned me into a bit of celebrity, and not only with the other guys. Sure, some of the girls thought it was gross but the vast majority of them didn’t seem to mind at all. And to be honest, the fact that I’d spent multiple nights with a pornstar seemed to elevate me in their eyes. Perhaps it was the idea that to have scored with a pornstar I must actually have a clue what I was doing in bed was what did it. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. But that fact of the matter was I rarely had trouble finding a girl to sleep with after a night of partying.

But still my heart was with Brandi. That isn’t to say that I didn’t enjoy my nights with the other girls (some more than other, of course) but none of them could ever even approach Brandi, let alone displace her. After all, why settle for ground beef when you could have Filet Mignon?

Anyway, after Dave announced the author of my text to the room, everyone immediately started to gather around. It wasn’t long before I was in the center of a circle created by drunk nineteen-year college kids that couldn’t hold their liquor to save their lives.

“Are you going to open it?” someone asked.

“In front of you animals?” I replied. “Hell no.”

“Come on,” someone else cried out. “We want to see what it says.”

“Too fucking bad,” I said.

“That’s because you’re afraid it’s going to tell you to fuck off,” came the good-natured ribbing from yet another one of my friends.

“Yeah right,” I called out, pumping my voice up with false confidence to cover up the butterflies that were churning in my stomach. “She worships the ground I walk on.”

“We’ll see about that,” Dave said as he snatched my phone out of my hands and high-tailed it for the other side of the room. The crowd hustled to keep up with him.

I didn’t even bother trying to retrieve it. I knew it was no use. And to be honest, I didn’t really care if they saw what she’d sent. I was confident it wouldn’t be something bad. Brandi wasn’t like that. She didn’t cop-out by sending bad news by text. She said it to your face. That’s just the way she was.

“Here we go boys,” Dave’s voice cried out. “Let’s see what our favorite pornstar sent our little douchebag of a friend.”

He pressed the button. Silence. Which was good. It meant there was nothing inflammatory in the text. Good or bad, if it was something interesting my friends would be taunting me about it. The fact that they didn’t say a thing could mean only one thing. It was a boring message.

Dave brought my phone back over and handed it to me.

“Here you go,” he said.

“Thanks,” I replied. I looked at the message. It simply said: CALL ME.

So I called her, taking the phone into one of the bedrooms and locking the door before I did so, of course. No reason to let the others hear just one side of the conversation. If it was worth repeating, I would telling them all about it soon enough. And if it wasn’t, I didn’t want them to know.

“Hey Danny,” Brandi after answering the phone. “What are you up to?”

“Not much,” I said. “What about you?”

“Well, actually I’m on my way to the East Coast for a couple of conventions. I’m just about to get on a plane right now.”

“Cool,” I said, not really sure where this was going.

“Anyway, my flight just happens to be coming in to your city this evening, and I just happen to have a little layover.”

“Is that right?” I said, trying to play it cool and failing miserably. “How long are you here for?”  

“Just under 24 hours.”

My mind screamed: 24 hours!  Fucking awesome!! But not wanting to be too presumptuous, I merely said, “That’s pretty cool. Do you have any plans?”

“Actually I do,” Brandi said.

My stomach sank. But luckily she wasn’t done.

“I plan to fuck you silly the whole time I’m there,” she added.

The smile that appeared on my face didn’t quite split it in two but it sure as hell felt like it. Giddiness erupted in my system.

“What time do you get in?” I asked.

“Seven o’clock.”

“I’ll be waiting for you at the airport.”

“I can’t wait,” Brandi said.

“Neither can I.”

I hung up the phone and left the room. My friends were all sitting in a circle, playing some drinking game.

“So how did it go?” Dave asked, looking up at me.

My smile told him everything he needed to know.

“That good, huh?” he said.

“Even better,” I replied.

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense,” someone else said. “Spill the beans, big guy.”

“Let’s just say you guys won’t be seeing me around for a little while.”

“You’re hooking up with her?” Dave asked.

“Yep. She’s coming into town tonight.”

“When is she leaving?” someone asked.

“Tomorrow night.”

“And she wants to hang out with you?” This was from Dave, sounding incredulous.

“She does indeed.”

Dave shook his head and mock indignation. “You lucky fucking bastard.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him on that point. The way I figured it, I was the luckiest fucking bastard in the whole damn world.

 

#

 

Brandi was never one to be concerned with how things looked to other people. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and didn’t care what strangers thought about it. I like to think I’m like that, but I’m really not. I still have some inhibitions, although not too many. But she has none.

So I wasn’t surprised when she started making out with me as soon as she got off the tarmac. Right there in front of everyone else getting off the plane, forcing them to go around us like a stream parting for a large boulder.

Eventually Brandi broke off the kiss, grabbed my hand, and we headed towards the baggage claim. Even though she’d just gotten off the plane and wasn’t wearing very much makeup, she looked hotter than ever. Her hair was cut differently than the last time I’d seen her, with bangs covering her forehead, framing her impossibly cute face perfectly. And between her tight t-shirt and lack of a bra showing off her perfect, perky tits—not to mention her short skirt displaying her long, incredibly toned legs—she made me want to cream my pants just from looking at her.

“I can’t wait to get that big cock of yours inside of me,” she said while we stood next to the roundabout, waiting for her luggage to appear. She was talking in a regular voice, plenty loud enough to be heard by the people around us. “Is it hard yet?”

Laughing under my breath, slightly embarrassed but not caring all that much, I nodded.

“Really?” she said, reaching down towards my crotch. She gave my cock a hearty grab, unmindful of the onlookers. “Holy shit you weren’t kidding.”

“I told you,” I said. Then, getting up my nerve, I added, “I get hard just thinking about you. But when you’re actually in the flesh? I can’t control it.”

Brandi laughed and slapped me on the butt. The sound echoed about the terminal like a gun shot. “Not bad, not bad at all,” she said. “I was expecting you to just remain quiet the whole time, like usual. But you’re stepping up your game. College has been good to you, hasn’t it?”

“It’s been all right,” I said.

Still talking loud enough to be easily heard by all, she said, “Been banging girls left and right if I had to venture a guess.”

The sixty-year old couple standing next to us gave Brandi a dirty look but she didn’t even bother acknowledging them.

“Well, have you?” she asked.

“I don’t know about left and right,” I said, throwing caution to the wind. After all, what trouble could we get into, really? Last time I checked you couldn’t get thrown in jail for talking about sex in public. “But I’ve got my share of pussy over the last couple of months.”

“I’m sure you have,” she said. “I take it they all came away satisfied?”

“Thanks to you,” I said. “You taught me everything I needed to know.”

“I don’t know about that,” Brandi said. “I taught you enough to please those little college girls. But you’ve still got a lot to learn in order to please a girl like me.”

 “I can’t wait to learn.”

“That’s good, because that’s what the next twenty-four hours are for. Are you ready to go to the next level?”

“Ready and willing.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Two seconds later the buzzer went off and the red light started flashing. Suitcases started piling onto the roundabout. I grabbed Brandi’s luggage and we were headed for my pickup truck.

 

#

 

We had just pulled onto the freeway when Brandi turned towards me.

“So,” she said. “Are you happy to see me?”

“You have no idea,” I said.

Her eyes flicked down to my crotch. My cock was pressing against the denim of my jeans, just as it had been ever since I’d seen her in the airport for the first time.

“Oh,” Brandi said. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

I started to blush. I couldn’t help it. Brandi had that effect on me.

“Lucky for you I have a cure for your ills,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned over the middle seat. Before I realized what was happening, she undid my zipper and released my hard cock from it’s denim prison.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking care of your little problem for you,” she said.

“Right here?”

“Why not? It’s as good a place as any.”

“No it isn’t,” I said. “It’s a terrible fucking place!”

“Just shut up and concentrate on the road,” Brandi said as her head dropped down into my lap. She sucked on the head of my cock for a few seconds before popping it out of her mouth. “I don’t want to die with your cock in my mouth.”

“Then don’t suck it while I’m driving,” I said, but my heart wasn’t into it now that she had actually taken my cock in her mouth. It just felt too good to complain about.

I cast a quick glance down to have a look and saw the top of her head bobbing in my lap. Smiling widely, I returned my eyes to the road, only to notice that I was straddling two lanes while passing cars on either side.

Laughing humorless under my breath, I shook my head and glided over into one lane and let up on the accelerator.

But Brandi didn’t. In fact, she turned things up a notch by taking my entire cock in her mouth and holding it there, deepthroating me with ease.

“Holy shit,” I said as Brandi ran her hand up my leg and stuck it into my pants and caressed my balls, keeping my cock down her throat the whole time. “You are so fucking good at that.”

She pulled her head off my cock and smiled up at me while taking a moment to catch her breath. “I know,” she said, spitting on my cock and jerking me off. “And this is just the beginning. Just wait until I get you back to the hotel room.”

“I can’t,” I said, veering over into the slow lane. “It’s too far away.”

Brandi giggled as I took the next off-ramp into an industrial area. It was empty this time of night. I found a large parking lot and pulled in, not even bothering to park the car correctly.

I had barely shut the engine off and Brandi was already scrambling over to my side of the car. Facing me, she straddled my groin, one leg on either side of my body, her skirt hiked up, providing easy access to her pussy.

Looking at me with a playful, sexy little smile on her face, she grabbed ahold of my cock and rubbed the head of it against her pussy, which was still protected by her panties.

After less than half of minute, her cotton panties were completely soaked through. So far, I hadn’t done anything but stared at her face as she did her thing, watching her expression of pure joy as she played with my cock. I was more than content to let her do all the work. And she loved being in control.

Still staring directly at me, her mouth still affixed with a knowing grin, Brandi yanked her panties aside, and slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. I let out a little gasp and held my breath while she bit down on her bottom lip and continued to hold my gaze, challenging me to look away.

The first few times we’d been together I probably would have. Back then I was still a little shy and uncomfortable in her presence, even towards the end of our time together. Which was absurd, considering how intimate we’d been with each other, but that didn’t make it any less true. But now, after my escapades in college, I was starting to gain confidence, even around her. So I stared right back at her, not saying anything—I still didn’t feel that comfortable around her—but not looking away.

Brandi rode me like a cowgirl, bouncing only on the head of my cock at first but gradually increasing the speed and intensity of her movements until she was taking my entire cock inside her with every thrust. My hands were around her waist but not doing much of anything except for hanging on.

Leaning over, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and started exploring around. I kissed her back, my excitement level rising exponentially. Something about kissing while fucking always drove me crazy.

To counteract this, I brought my hands forward and ran them up under her shirt and grabbed her perky little tits. She let out a little groan of pleasure and started riding me even harder. I replied to her increase in intensity with an increase in pressure, squeezing her tits tightly.

Brandi broke off the kiss and adjusted her positioning a little bit, getting her legs beneath her body and putting her feet on the seat. Squatting now, she resumed her bouncing, slamming her body down onto mine now, her ass smacking against the top of my legs loud enough to echo about the inside of the truck.

My fingers made their way to Brandi’s nipples, caressing and squeezing and pinching them until they were hard and then rubbing them between my fingers. Her hands were pushing down on my chest, providing her with more leverage to hammer down atop me.

The heavy sounds of breathing and groaning punctuated by the occasional curse word combined with the smells of sweat and sex to create a stifling yet at the same time stimulating atmosphere, propelling me forward, turning me into an animal concerned with one thing and one thing only; increasing my pleasure until I was ready to explode, both literally and figuratively.

And I was rapidly approaching that proverbial point of no return when Brandi suddenly and inexplicably slid my cock out of her pussy and lifted herself up off of me and dropped back into the passenger’s seat without so much as a word.

“What the hell was that about?” I said, more loudly than I’d intended. My mind and body were reeling from the shock. My cock was sticking straight up out of my pants and glistening with her pussy juices.     

“Why, whatever do you mean?” Brandi said, her attempts to sound innocent betrayed by the wide smile on her face and playful yet evil gleam in her eyes.

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “You know exactly what you did. What I want to know is why you did it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” she said, still smiling. “Not at all.”

“Then why did you do that?”

“Just to mess with you,” she said, laughing now. “To see how you would react.”

“Well now that you saw, can we please finish?”

“Later,” she said. “After we get to the hotel. Not now.”

“Why not now?”

“Because that’s too easy,” Brandi said.

“For you, maybe,” I said.

“Do you think it’s this is easy for me? Stopping right on the verge of orgasm?”

“No,” I said, conceding the point. “I guess not.”

“That’s right,” she said. “It’s no easier for me than it is for you.”

“Then why do it? Why put yourself through that if you don’t have to?”

“Because that’s how you grow,” Brandi said. “By putting yourself into uncomfortable situations. It’s good for you.”

“If you say so,” I said as I tried to stuff my cock back into my pants. It was still hard, making the process more difficult than usual.

“Want some help with that?” Brandi asked, her mouth turned up in a half-smile.

“No, I got it,” I said, completing the process with a careful zip. “You’ve done enough damage for now, thank you very much.”

Brandi laughed. “You’re so cute when you try to act angry.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, using every ounce of my energy to keep from smiling. “Now just sit there and keep your hands to yourself until we get to the hotel. I need to concentrate if I’m going to try and drive with all the blood in my body having been diverted to the wrong head.”

I started the engine and began the process of making it back onto the freeway.

 

#

 

I was chomping at the bit to get Brandi up to the room and continue where we’d left off in the car, but first we had some business to take care of.

First was a stop at a liquor store, where we picked up a case of beer, half a dozen bottles of wine and a small bottle of Jack Daniels. Plus a few things to snack on.

Once that was taken care of, we made our way to the hotel parking lot. I parked the car and we headed towards the lobby. Brandi took care of her own bags because I had my hands full with the all the alcohol, but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t the kind of girl that needed someone to carry her bags. Which was refreshing as hell.

Behind the check-in counter was a blonde in her mid-twenties. According to the tag on her blouse her name was Krista. She was stuffed into the hotel chain’s uniform, her hair was pinned up like a businesswoman and she wore very little makeup. But she was definitely attractive. The uniform couldn’t completely hide her ample breasts and her face was cute and plump. And her smile lit up the room.

“Can I help you?” Krista said.

“We’re here to check in,” Brandi said.

“The name?”

“It’s under Scott. Brandi.”

At the mention of the name, Krista glanced up from the computer screen and looked at Brandi with a slightly tilted head. Krista had a curious look on her face, like she recognized the name. But she didn’t say anything, and after a moment, she returned her gaze to the screen.

After tapping away at the keyboard for a few seconds, she printed out a piece of paper for Brandi to sign and made us a couple of keys. Then she gave us directions to the room. But she spoke quickly, as though nervous about something.

And the look on Brandi’s face gave a hint that she saw it too, and perhaps even knew what it was about. She offered Krista a little half-smile, not threatening, not condescending, but empathetic, as though she understood exactly what Krista was going through.

It wasn’t until after Krista was done with her spiel and we’d picked up our belongings in preparation for heading up to the room that she said to Brandi, “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“I don’t know,” Brandi said in a tone that spoke of possibilities. “Maybe.”

“Have you been in here before?” Krista asked.

“Nope.”

“Are you from around here?”

“Nope,” Brandi replied.

“Where did you grow up?” Krista asked.

“Near Los Angeles.”

“Huh,” Krista said, obviously deflated. “I don’t know, then. Maybe I don’t know you. But you seem so familiar.”

“Just because you don’t know me doesn’t mean I’m not familiar,” Brandi said, her trademarked knowing smile on her lips. Her gaze lingered on Krista for another couple of seconds, then she turned and headed towards the elevator.

“What the hell was that all about?” I asked once the elevator doors closed.

“What?” Brandi asked, acting innocent.

“Don’t give me that crap,” I said. “All that stuff with the girl at the desk.”

“I was just laying the groundwork.”

“The groundwork for what?”

“For a rendezvous later tonight,” Brandi said.

“With Krista?” I asked

“No, with the maid,” she said, laughing. “Of course with Krista. Who else?”

“What makes you think there’s any chance in hell of that happening?” I asked.

“Oh, I guarantee it’ll happen,” Brandi said as the elevator came to a stop on our floor. The doors opened and she started down the hall. “It’s just a matter of when.”

Hurrying to catch up with her, I asked, “And what makes you so sure?”

“Because she recognized me,” Brandi said. “And only a certain kind of girl would have recognized me.”

“One who watches porn,” I said.

“One who enjoys porn,” Brandi said.

“Fair enough,” I said. “But even if you’re right, what makes you think she’ll be willing to come up and hang out?”

“I just know,” Brandi said. “Call it a sixth sense. One that’s always right.”

“Always?” I said.

“Always,” she replied. “In fact, not only will she be willing to hang out, she’ll be willing to go a lot further. Join in, as it were.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Yeah right. Now you’re just being silly.”

“I’m totally serious,” Brandi said. “And to take it even further, I won’t even have to be the one that initiates the connection. She’ll be calling us.”

“No fucking way,” I said. “You’re just talking crazy now.”

“Am I?” Brandi said.

“Yep,” I said. “There’s nothing but insanity coming out of your mouth.”

“Do you want to bet on it?” she asked as we stopped in front of our room.

“Do I want to bet that we’re going to have a threesome with the girl at the front desk and that she’s going to initiate it? Is that what you’re asking me?”

Brandi nodded.

“Hell yes I want to make that bet,” I said. “What’s the prize?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the other without any complaints for one hour. That way, even the loser wins.”

“It’s a deal,” I said.

“Then let’s shake on it,” Brandi said. So we did.

“You really think this is going to happen, don’t you?” I said as she slid the key into the slot.

“Oh, I know it is,” Brandi replied. “I guarantee it.”

“I hope you’re right,” I said. “I truly do.”

“I know you do,” she said, flashing me a smile and walking into the room. Glancing over her shoulder, she added, “But in the meantime, you’ll just have to settle for me.”

 

#

 

Our room was a two-bedroom suite, complete with a jacuzzi tub, double-headed shower, multiple couches and lounge chairs, a wrap-around balcony, fully-stocked wet bar and an 60-inch flatscreen.

“Wow,” I said after following her in and taking a look around.

“Not too bad, huh?”

“Do we really need all this space?”

“Need it?” she replied. “No. But by the end of the weekend we may want it.”

“Why?” I asked, partly tongue-in-cheek. “Are we going to have a party or something?”

“I don’t know. Do you want one?”

I shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Neither had I,” Brandi said. “But we might as well leave open the possibility, don’t you think? No reason to limit what’s possible.”

“I completely agree,” I said.

“I thought you might,” she said, flashing me a wicked smile. “And even if we end up alone the whole time, this way we have lots of different options instead of just a bed in a normal hotel room.”

“Is that the plan? To desecrate every piece of furniture in the suite?”

“Sounds like a good one to me,” she said, pushing me down onto the couch and immediately straddling me. “In fact, I think we should start right here.”

“I’m down with that,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her.

Brandi tilted her head slightly to accept my embrace and kissed me back. We made out gently, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, our hands gradually regaining familiarity with the other’s body.

Making out is an underrated form of foreplay, one that is far too often underutilized. Most of the time you’re just in a hurry to get to the nasty stuff, something I’d fallen victim too way too many times, even with Brandi. But this time, there was no rush. We had plenty of time to get dirty, so I worked hard to make this first embrace last as long as possible.

Unfortunately my cock had a life of it’s own, and once it got too wound up, it controlled the rest of my body. Especially my hands. The harder my cock got, the more my hands wanted to explore. And at the moment my cock was pushing on the material of my jeans, threatening to poke a hole in them, which meant my hands couldn’t stay still. It wasn’t long before they were lifting Brandi’s shirt up over her perfectly-sized, firm, perky tits.

I transferred my mouth to her nipple and started to suck and tickle it with my tongue while she groaned and rode my cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans.

Once Brandi’s nipple was hard I nibbled on it for a moment, eliciting a sharp gasp from her, then popped it out of my mouth and switched over to the other, giving it the same treatment.

While I worked on Brandi’s nipples, her hands were busy on my pants, deftly unzipping my fly and slipping my cock out through the hole in my boxers.

I returned the favor by sliding my hands down under her skirt and sliding them inside her panties to rub her pussy, which was already soaking wet and ready to go.

We began playing with each other simultaneously, Brandi jerking me off while I slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

“I can’t wait to get this hard cock inside me,” Brandi said, whispering playfully in my ear while she caressed my cock.

“Well you’re going to have to,” I whispered back.

She pulled her head back and gave me a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, first I’m going to play with you,” I said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her off of me and onto her feet.

“What the hell is this?” she asked with mock sincerity as I climbed to my feet.

I didn’t answer her. Instead, I grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around and marched her over to a full-length mirror attached to the wall. Without a word, I pushed her up against the mirror, facing it, her ass towards me.

Brandi locked eyes with me via the mirror. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

“Not yet,” I said,

“But I want your cock inside me,” she said in a pouty voice.

“And you’ll have it,” I said, dropping to my knees. “Just not quite yet.”

I pulled her skirt up and yanked her panties to the side, freeing up her pretty little freshly-shaved pussy, then dove in, smashing my face against her ass.

“Okay,” she said reluctantly. “If you insist.”

I didn’t reply. I was too busy licking her pussy, running my tongue up the length of it, starting at the bottom and making my way up, putting just enough pressure that she could feel it against her lips but not so much that my tongue entered her.

“Holy fuck you’re good at that,” she said in a breathless rush as she moved her ass against me.

“I learned from the best,” I said, taking a moment to catch my breath before diving back in.

This time I went after her a little more forcefully, making my tongue rigid and sliding it deeper into her pussy and working it around, exploring her insides.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” Brandi said. She reached back and spread her asscheeks, giving me deeper access. “That’s right,” she said. “There you go. Fuck that dirty little snatch with your tongue. Give it to me good.”

She released one of her asscheeks and used her free hand to grab the back of my head and hold it against her, smothering me with her flesh.

There was enough air to breathe, but barely. My entire world consisted of Brandi—her smells filling my lungs, permeating my pores.

Eventually she released me. I had no idea how long I was pressed against her flesh and to be honest, I didn’t really care. I loved every second of it. But now it was time to giver her what she wanted.

I stood up and pressed my body against hers. My cock was still stiff; harder than ever, in fact. Eating pussy turned me on just as much as getting blown. I was weird like that.

“I want you inside of me,” Brandi said.

“All in good time,” I replied. “We’re in no hurry. I want to mess with you some more.”

“Real quick?” she asked, turning her head up and back so she could look directly at my eyes without the help of the mirror. “Please?”

I tilted my head and gave her a look of concern, pretending like I wasn’t going to honor her request. In reality I just wanted to hear her beg for me to fuck her some more. “I don’t know . . .” I said, trailing off.

“Come on,” she said, her voice full of need. “Just for a couple of seconds. I want to suck my juices off your cock.”

“Well, in that case, I guess I can give you what you want,” I said.

Brandi smiled and clapped her hands together.

“And only if I can take you from behind,” I said.

“Whatever you like,” she replied.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her so she was facing the mirror straight on. I didn’t have to tell her what I wanted. Brandi knew.

I released my hold on her hair and shifted slightly, giving myself a better angle as she licked the mirror then began kissing it, creating the illusion that she was making out with her twin. Her lipstick left marks on the mirror and it fogged up just a little bit from her breath, discounting the illusion somewhat, but it was still hot as hell.

I slapped Brandi’s ass again, causing her flinch and moan. She caught my eyes in the mirror and used them to beg me to fuck her.

So I obliged, stepping in closer to her and spreading her legs. I grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her ass a couple of times, then slipped it into her waiting pussy.

Brandi gasped slightly and bit down on her bottom lip as my cock slid effortlessly into her. Pressing my body up against hers, I wrapped my arm around her neck and held her in place while I worked my cock in and out of her pussy while her ass grinded against me.

It felt so good that it was difficult to stop, but I forced myself to, much to Brandi’s chagrin, which was reflected by the sound of disappointment coming from her mouth. Apparently she’d thought once I stuck my cock into her it would be impossible for me to pull it back out. And at one time she would have been absolutely right. But not any longer. Thanks to her, in fact.

“Just a little bit longer,” she said, catching my eyes in the mirror.

I shook my head.

“Why not?” she asked, pushing her ass up against my cock, pressing it into my stomach. “Doesn’t it feel good to have your cock inside me?”

“It feels great,” I said. “But you said it yourself earlier; just a couple of seconds of fucking. Besides, I only agreed to this because you said you wanted to suck your juices off my cock.”

“And I do,” Brandi said. “But I want it nice and coated first. Just a couple more seconds should do the trick. Please?”

“Fine,” I said in mock annoyance. “I’ll stick it in you again. But don’t say I never give you what you want.”

“You always give me what I want,” she said. “That’s why I adore you do much.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said feigning irritation. “But one of these days I’m actually going to stand up to you.”

Brandi reached down and grabbed ahold of my cock. “Feels like you’re standing up right now,” she said as she guided my cock into her pussy. “Yep, you’re standing up real tall.”

Without warning, she backed her ass into me with enough force to almost knock me over. I grabbed ahold of her shoulders for balance as she slammed back into me three, four, five times, before pulling off and spinning around and dropping to her knees in front of me.

Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth and worked just the tip with her lips for a few seconds before swallowing more of my cock, a little bit at a time, cleaning her juices off it without getting her hands involved at all.

Brandi bobbed her head back and forth, taking my cock further down every time, until she had made it disappear completely. Still looking up at me, Brandi deepthroated me for a good five seconds before pulling her head back.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” she said after taking a moment to catch her breath. “Especially when I’m licking my juices off your cock.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head, marveling at just how lucky of a bastard I was to have ever crossed paths with Brandi.

“You like when I talk dirty, don’t you?” she asked, keeping a firm hold on my cock as she stood up.

“That’s an understatement,” I said.

She pressed her body against mine and leaned in to whisper in my ear while gently jerking me off.

“What about when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?” she said softly, seductively, her tits pushing up against my chest. “Do you like that too?”

“Yes,” I managed to croak out.

“I thought so,” Brandi said, her lips practically touching my ear.  “So here’s what’s going to happen. First I’m going to lead you over to the bed. Then I’m going to lie you down on your back. After sucking your cock for a little while, I’m going to climb atop you and ride you until you’re ready to cum.”

I literally shivered with excitement, not only in anticipation of what was to come, but also from hearing Brandi so shamelessly and explicitly telling me about it. Just hearing the words coming out of her mouth was enough to make me want to blow my load.

“But when you’re ready to cum,” Brandi said, “I want you to tell me, so I can finish you off with my mouth and force you to blow your load all over my face.”

I gulped hard and took a deep breath, trying in vain to maintain my cool.

Brandi saw me struggling and flashed me a little smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and was loving every second of it. Just as I was.

“Does that sound good?” she asked.

I nodded my head. I couldn’t have spoken if I’d wanted to.

“Then come on and let’s get started,” Brandi said, keeping a firm hold on my rock hard cock as she turned her body. She walked towards the bed, leading me along behind her by my cock.

Once we came to the bed, she spun me so my back was facing it then gave me a little push on the shoulders. I fell onto the bed, my back to the covers and my eyes to the ceiling, then scooted back a bit until I was situated in the center of the mattress.

Brandi climbed onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees up to me, spreading my legs as she moved forward, stopping once her head was hovering just above my cock, which was sticking straight-up of it’s own accord, without any help whatsoever.

“A little excited, are we?” Brandi asked, sporting a wry smile.

“Just a bit,” I said, returning her grin.

“Well, let’s see what we can do about that,” she said, grabbing the base of my cock. She smacked it against her cheek a couple of times and then wrapped her lips around the tip.

Staring up at me, Brandi worked the head of my cock with her mouth and the shaft with her hand, both working in unison. It wasn’t long before she was taking my cock deeper into her mouth, more than halfway, still jerking me off all the while.

Half a minute later, she pulled her head off and dropped a little further down. Still jerking me off, she took my balls in her mouth and suckled on them, first one at a time, then both together, continuing to maintain eye contact the whole time.

I shifted a bit and took a deep breath and held it for a moment before letting it out, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but it was extremely difficult to do so with Brandi working my balls so expertly.

Reading my body language, Brandi released my balls from her mouth with a pop.

I sucked in a short breath at the sudden absence of pressure, eliciting a giggle and a grin from Brandi.

“It felt that good, huh?” she said.

I nodded, laughing a bit myself.

“Are you ready for me to ride you?”

I nodded again, more emphatically this time.

Her grin growing wider, Brandi rose up higher onto her legs and crawled forward until she was straddling me, one leg on either side of my hips, her knees on the bed, her ass resting on my hips. Reaching around to grab my cock, she lifted her body up just enough to slip my cock into her pussy, then dropped back down onto me.

I took a deep breath and held it as my cock slid into her. It went in without resistance, her pussy warm and wet and inviting, comfortable and familiar and wonderful.

“Holy shit,” she said, staring down at me. “Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”

I wanted to make out with Brandi while she rode me, so I pulled her head down to mine and stuck my tongue in her mouth. She made a surprised little sound and kissed me back, her tongue flicking around in my mouth while she moved her body up and down on my cock.

She had started slowly but steadily picked up the pace, until it was no longer possible for us to continue making out while we fucked.

“You like it when I ride your cock, don’t you,” Brandi said, her face slightly above mine so she was looking down on me, her eyes holding mine, challenging me, daring me to look away. “Do you want me to go faster?”

I nodded.

Brandi obliged, bouncing on my cock with more speed, her ass slamming down onto me at the bottom of every thrust. Her breath was starting to come faster now, as was mine. Low moans escaped from both of our throats.

“Like that?” she asked between breaths. “Is that what you want? Me slamming down on top of you?”

I nodded again, smiling now, then ran my hands up above her hips and helped her along, moving her body up and down in time with her gyrations. I also got my hips involved, bucking up against her every time she bottomed out, forcing my cock deeper up inside her.

This last part seemed to have a big effect, causing her to drop an f-bomb every time our bodies came together. Her breath had grown more intense, more ragged, and I knew from experience that she was getting closer to orgasm.

Brandi shifted positions a little bit, lifting her legs up so she could ride a little higher on me and putting her hands on my chest to give her more leverage. Now she could hammer down on me even harder, giving me all her weight with every thrust.

I was right on the edge between pleasure and pain and loving every second of it. The one big benefit to being this close to the edge was it left me in no real danger of cumming. It felt good—great in fact—but that little twinge of pain kept me from completely losing myself. Brandi knew this, which is why she was straddling the line so beautifully.

Brandi, of course, had no incentive to hold off on her orgasm. Unlike me, she could just power through without slowing down one bit, riding the wave of fucking from one orgasm to the next without taking a break.

Which is exactly what she did, tensing up for a moment before cursing under her breath and releasing a river of pussy juices all over my cock. Smiling a little bit wider, she leaned forward and slipped her tongue into my mouth, still riding me all the while.

After making out with me for a short time, Brandi broke off the kiss and leaned back past ninety degrees, putting her hands on my knees for balance, changing the angle of penetration and putting more pressure on my cock. Her head was tilted up, her eyes were turned towards the ceiling, and the hollow of her neck was exposed. Her stomach muscles were showing beneath the tanned skin of her flat stomach and her tits were pressed out, looking perkier than ever.

I just couldn’t resist. I reached out and cupped my hands underneath them, lifting them up and arching her back even further backwards. She had stopped bouncing on and now was grinding forward and back against me, my cock all the way inside her, completely engulfed by her pussy.

I was pretty far along now, just trying to hold for as long as possible before I came. To that end, I squeezed Brandi’s tits, hoping to focus my attention on something other than my imminent orgasm. It helped, but only for a moment, as Brandi enjoyed it so much that she started riding me with more intensity, hammering her body down on mine once again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said, unable to hold on any longer. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Brandi quickly climbed off me and the bed and dropped to her knees on the carpet. Remembering what she’d said earlier, I scrambled to my feet until I was standing over her, my hard cock right in front of her face.

Brandi grabbed ahold of my cock and started jerking me off. She wasn’t gentle, which was a nice change. All the girls I’d been with since I’d been to college didn’t use enough force; it was as though they thought they were going to hurt me. But not Brandi. She knew exactly how much I could take. She jerked me off like I jerked myself off, which is no small feat.

Because of this, it wasn’t long at all before I was ready to shoot my load. “Holy shit,” I said under my breath, giving Brandi fair warning.

“Are you ready?” she asked, still jerking me off as aggressively as before. “Are you ready to blast my face with your cum?”

I nodded, my breath deep and ragged.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Brandi asked. “Give it to me already. Paint my pretty little face with your cum.”

So I did, tensing up for a brief moment before releasing with a rush, shooting streams white sperm out of my cock. Brandi continued jerking me off intensely as I came, sending my cum everywhere; all over her face, her hair, her neck, her tits. The first couple of streams were huge, then they were progressively smaller after that, until they petered out completely after seven or eight spurts.

Brandi used her mouth to extract the last few drops of cum from my cock before popping it out of her mouth.

“Holy shit that was a huge fucking load,” she said, looking up at me with a smile on her cum-covered face, which was so fucking nasty and wonderful that I could already feel my excitement building again. “Is it always that big?”

Laughing, I shook my head. “Not even close.”

“That’s because none of the other girls are as good as I am.”

“They’re not even in the same ballpark,” I said, flopping onto the bed, my back to the covers, my face towards the ceiling. “You’re the best.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Brandi said, dropping onto the bed next to me. She grabbed a handful of the comforter that was lying atop the bed and used it to wipe the remnants of my cum off her face.

While Brandi was cleaning herself up, I turned onto my side and just looked at her, following the lines of her body, from her exquisite neckline to her relative small but perky tits to her washboard stomach to the subtle little bump between her legs and all the way down to her knees. I still couldn’t believe the dumb luck that had allowed me to find myself in the position I was in. It was simply unbelievable.

It wasn’t until I returned my gaze to Brandi’s face that I realized she’d been watching me the whole time. She was wearing a little grin and one of her eyebrows was raised slightly.

“Do you like what you see?” she said.

I nodded. I didn’t want to say anything for fear of getting sentimental. There was nothing that ruined the mood like getting all weepy.

“You know, you’re not too bad to look at yourself,” Brandi said.

“Stop it,” I said, blushing. I’d never taken compliments well.

“I’m serious,” she said, running her hand down her stomach and positioning two of her fingers between her legs. “Just looking at you makes me all hot.”

I kept my eyes locked on hers but could still see that her arm was moving, pushing her hand back and forth, rubbing her pussy as she talked.

“Your rugged but boyish looks, that thin but strong frame, and most of all, that gorgeous cock of yours, which is still going strong, I might add.”

I glanced down between her legs and saw that her hand was moving more quickly now, her fingers pressing down on her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. I took a deep breath and tried to swallow. Despite having just cum less than a minute ago, my cock was still sticking straight up, rearing to go. And the more I watched Brandi play with herself the more excited I got.

“What are you thinking about?” Brandi asked.

Still staring at her fingers as they worked her pussy, I said, “I’m trying to decide what I want to do.”

She laughed. “I didn’t realize it was that tough of a decision.”

“Actually, it isn’t,” I said. And it wasn’t.

I sat up and turned around so I was facing Brandi, then lifted her left leg up and slid my body underneath it so I was between her legs. Then I dropped to my stomach, leaving my face directly in front of her pussy, which was all wet and slippery from the work her fingers had been doing. I slid my hand under her legs and pushed her hips up a bit, lifting her pussy towards the ceiling, then took a deep breath and buried my face in her pussy.

“Oh my,” Brandi said with a soft moan. “That wasn’t what I was expecting.”

Smiling, happy that I could surprise her, I started working her pussy with my tongue, licking it from the bottom up, moving slowly, deliberately, providing just enough pressure that the tip of my tongue was able to barely slip in between her pussy lips.

After treating her pussy gently for a little while, I started to gradually speed things up, moving more quickly against her and increasing the pressure, slipping more of my tongue into her pussy proper with every lick.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” Brandi said, her breath growing a little more ragged. “Lick that fucking pussy. Get that tongue in there.”

I did as I was told, sticking my tongue out as far as it would go, forcing it as far up inside her as I could, until I could barely breathe.

“There you go,” she said between panting breaths. “Just like that. That’s a good boy. Just like that.”

I started to pull back to get some fresh air into my lungs but Brandi grabbed a handful of my hair and held me in place, smashed up against her flesh.


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