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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.
















Eric is heading out to a bar to meet some friends when he gets a call from Roxy. They were fuck-buddies in college and continued with the same loose relationship after they graduated. They got together about once a month on average. 

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Eric says after answering it.

“Not much,” Roxy says. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading out to hang out with the guys.”

“Oh yeah? Is it set in stone?”

“Not really,” Eric says. “Why? Are you looking to hook-up?”

“If you’re in the mood,” Roxy says.

“I’m always in the mood for you, baby,” Eric says.

“Good,” Roxy replies. “Because I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What?”

“If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

“I guess not,” Eric says, feigning sadness.

“Don’t worry,” Roxy says. “I promise you’ll like it.”

Eric laughs. “I’ll be there in little while.”

“See you then.”

Fifteen minutes later Eric knocks on the door. Roxy answers it. She’s an adorable little thing with long, dark hair, brown eyes with just a hint of an Asian in them, angular face, and a rockin’ body; five and half feet tall and around 125 pounds, with an athletic frame, firm, perky tits and a perfect ass. She’s wearing a black skirt and a white t-shirt with no bra. Her feet are bare.

“Hey Roxy,” Eric says.

“Sshhh,” Roxy says, putting her index finger in front of her mouth in the universal sign for silence. “Not so loud.”

“Sorry,” Eric says, almost whispering. “What’s up?”

“Remember that high school friend I was telling you about last time we hooked up?” Roxy says. “The one that was hot as shit and a freak in the sack? Jasmine?” 

“Yeah,” Eric says, his interest piqued.

“Well, she’s upstairs right now,” Roxy says letting Eric inside the house and closing the door behind him. “And she wants to meet you.”

“No shit?” Eric says, a grin forming on his face. “And you’re okay with that?”

“Of course,” Roxy says, returning his smile with one of her own. “We’ve been teaming up on boys for years.”

“Then let’s go see her.”

“We will,” Roxy replies. “But we have to be quiet. I think she’s, you know—” She pantomimes rubbing her pussy.

“Playing with herself?” Eric says, his face lighting up.

“Yeah,” Roxy says. “I think so. That’s what it sounds like at least. Come on, let’s go check it out.”

Roxy leads the way, walking carefully, her bare feet not making a sound. Eric can’t take his eyes off her perfect ass, which is staring him right in the face. He can see it working beneath her skirt as she takes the stairs one by one.

They reach the top of the stairs.

“Be very quiet,” Roxy says, tiptoeing towards the first door on the right.

Eric obeys, walking as softly as possible behind her.

Roxy reaches the door and motions for Eric to stop. He does. Roxy peeks around the corner of the door. She lets out a little giggle, then turns her attention back to Eric.

“Take a look,” she says. “Tell me what you see.”

Eric peeks around the corner to see a hot little Latina on the bed, legs spread wide and facing directly at him. She’s wearing pink three-inch heels and a pink floppy hat and nothing else. Her hand is wrapped tightly around a long, double-headed pink dildo, which she is banging herself with. She’s totally oblivious to Roxy and Eric’s presence.

“Wow,” Eric says. “You were right. She’s hot as shit.”

Smiling, Roxy nods. “I told you.”

“Yes you did.”

“And she’s quite the slut too, in case you didn’t notice,” Roxy adds.

As they watch, Jasmine slides the dildo out of her pussy and into her mouth. After licking it clean of her pussy juices and getting it all wet and slippery with her saliva, Jasmine returns the dildo back to her pussy, sliding it back in, even deeper this time.

“Holy shit,” Eric says. He looks at Roxy, who is staring intently at Jasmine. As he watches, Roxy slips her fingers under her skirt and starts playing with herself.

“Is she making you horny?” Eric asks, although the answer is obvious.

“What does it look like?” Roxy says. “Of course she is. I’ve been like this all day. I’ve just been waiting for you to show up so we could get started on her together.”

Eric turns his attention back to Jasmine. Her eyes are still closed. She has no idea they are there, watching her bang herself with the dildo.

Eric is thinking about what he’d like to do to Jasmine when he feels Roxy’s fingers near his groin. He looks down, sees that Roxy is on her knees in front of him. She’s undone the top button of his jeans and unzips the zipper as he stares down at her.

“Just checking to see if you’re in the mood,” Roxy says, looking up at him as she drops his pants and boxers to the floor. “Yep,” she says, taking his already hard cock in her hand. “It looks like you are.”

Eric lets out a soft moan as Roxy slips his cock between her lips and starts sucking on the tip. A few seconds later she’s taking it halfway down with every slow, deliberate pump. She’s treating his cock gently, just getting it warmed up for what’s to come. But it feels so good that Eric can’t help but groan every time her lips move.

“Do you like that?” Roxy asks, letting his cock slip out of her mouth for a moment.

“I love it,” Eric says. He’s all but forgotten about Jasmine; his attention is focused solely on Roxy right now.

Roxy flashes him a little smile then goes back to sucking his cock.

Half a minute later, Jasmine lets out a groan, drawing both of their attention. Eric looks over at Jasmine and sees that she is hammering away at her pussy, the dildo flying in and out of it like crazy. If she has any idea that Roxy and Eric are watching, she is showing no signs of it.

Roxy slips Eric’s cock out of her mouth and slaps it against her tongue a couple of times. “What do you think?” she says. “Should we see if we can join in with Jasmine?”

“Do you think she’ll let us?” Eric asks.

“Oh, once she gets a load of what you’re packing down there, she’ll be begging to have it inside her.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Almost positive,” Roxy says. “But here’s one way to find out for sure.” Still on her knees, she grabs ahold of Eric’s cock and uses it to lead him over towards the bed where Jasmine is playing with herself.

“Hey there sexy,” Roxy says after they reach the bed.

“Hey yourself,” Jasmine says, opening her eyes to look at them, not acting surprised at all. Her voice is soft, relaxed, confident and incredibly seductive.

“I brought you something,” Roxy says. “A cock. A real big cock, actually.”

“I can see that,” Jasmine says, staring down at Eric’s member. “It’s fucking huge.”

Eric never knows how to respond to compliments about his cock. It’s definitely big, there’s no doubt about that, nearly 8 inches long and half-again wider than most. But it’s not like he has anything to do with how it got like that. He was just born with it. But he’s learned over the years to not go into any details. Better to just say “Thanks,” and move on. Which is what he does.

“You like them big, don’t you?” Roxy says.

“It’s certainly better than this dildo,” Jasmine says as she slips it out of her pussy and drops it onto the bed next to her.

“See,” Roxy says. “I told you she wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t mind,” Jasmine says.

“Are you sure?” Eric asks, wanting to be certain that it isn’t going to be weird.

“I’m positive,” Jasmine says, slithering off the bed to join Roxy on the floor.

On their knees, kneeling before Eric’s cock, the two girls make out for a few seconds before Roxy angles his cock towards Jasmine’s mouth.

Jasmine breaks off their kiss and slips Eric’s cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip while Roxy runs her tongue up and down his shaft. After half a minute of this, the girls switch, with Roxy taking his cock in her mouth while Jasmine wets his shaft with her tongue.

“Holy shit,” Eric says, watching intently. He’s never been with two girls at the same time before and so far it’s immensely satisfying.

Jasmine drops her head down a bit and pushes towards him, allowing her to take his balls in her mouth. She sucks on his testicles, one at a time, then both together, while Roxy blows him, taking his cock further and further in her mouth until it’s disappearing completely with every pass.

At one point, Roxy takes his cock all the way inside her mouth and holds it there for a few seconds, deepthroating him while Jasmine continues working on his balls. The dual sensation is almost more than Eric can take, but he holds steady, and eventually Roxy pulls her head away, releasing his cock.

Roxy jerks him off while she catches her breath, the leftover saliva from her deepthroat acting as a lube, allowing her to go crazy with her hand on his cock. Then she slips further down, taking Jasmine’s place on his balls while Jasmine takes his cock between her lips.

Jasmine’s blowjob is less frantic than Roxy’s but no less awesome. She varies up the pressure and depth constantly, always keeping Eric on his toes. Fast for a few pumps, then slow, making a seal and sucking hard then opening her mouth wide and letting her tongue do most of the work. Plus she maintains eye contact the entire time, something that drives Eric crazy with desire.

After a good two minutes of working Eric’s cock, Jasmine pulls her head off it. Roxy does the same, releasing his balls backing up so her head is next to Jasmine’s.

“I think he likes it,” Roxy says, looking at me and then back at Jasmine.

“Yeah, I’d have to agree,” Jasmine says, giggling.

“What about you?” Roxy says, turning her attention to Jasmine.

“Oh, I’m liking it,” Jasmine says.

“So am I,” Roxy says. “But I’ll be liking it more when I have his fat cock inside my pussy.”

“Tell me about it,” Jasmine says.  

Giggling, the two girls make out, kissing and tonguing each other, with Eric’s rock-hard cock occasionally getting in the way.

“What do you think?” Roxy asks. “Should we let him fuck us with that big cock of his now?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Jasmine says.

The girls crawl up onto the bed and take positions side-by-side, both on their hands and knees with their asses sticking up in the air.

“Well,” Roxy says, turning her upper body so she can look back at Eric. “What are you waiting for, big guy? An invitation? Well here it is.” She slaps herself on the ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. “Come and get it.”

Eric obliges willingly, climbing up onto the bed and sidling up to Roxy’s tight, tiny little ass. He flips her skirt up to reveal a soaking wet pussy unprotected by any panties. Her asshole is opened slightly and beckoning, but he’ll have to stay away from it for now. He’s already turned on like crazy, if he gets her asshole involved he won’t last long enough to give the girls what they want.

With this in mind, Eric slides the tip of his cock into Roxy’s pussy, taking things nice and slow. Even though she’s soaking wet down there, he’s so big and she’s so tiny that it’s a tight fit at first.

Roxy lets out a couple of little yelps as Eric pushes his cock gently forward, filling up her pussy with his massive member.

“Holy shit it’s so fucking big,” Roxy says, her voice harsh and her breath ragged.

She sounds like she’s in pain but Eric knows not only that she can take it—and has many times before—but she loves it as well. So he continues pressing forward, pumping her pussy slowly and deliberately, getting her nice and warmed up.

Jasmine has shifted positions, turning so she’s perpendicular to Roxy and lying her head on Roxy’s ass so she can see the proceedings from up close. Her mouth is opened slightly and her eyes are fixed on Eric’s cock.

As much as he loves fucking Roxy, Eric just can’t resist the allure of Jasmine’s mouth. So he pulls his cock out of Roxy’s pussy and slips it in between Jasmine’s lips. She sucks on it for a few seconds, cleaning it of Roxy’s pussy juices before gathering up a bunch of saliva and spitting it on his cock. After working the saliva in, Jasmine grabs ahold of Eric’s cock and slips it back into Roxy’s pussy.

Thanks to Jasmine’s saliva acting as a lube, Eric’s cock slides in more easily this time, nearly disappearing inside Roxy’s pussy right from the get-go. It isn’t long before he’s slamming his cock all the way into Roxy, giving it to her balls-deep every time, her ass backing into him at the tail end of every thrust.

“Goddammit that feels so fucking good,” Roxy says as Eric continues pumping her pussy. She drops her face to the bed and reaches back with one hand and grabs her asscheek and pulls on it, opening herself up to Eric even further. “Give it to me, Eric. Give that fat cock of yours. Harder, baby. Harder! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked!”

Eric does what he can, rising up a bit to give himself more leverage, then using that leverage to hammer his cock as far into Roxy’s pussy as it will go, slamming his hips up against her ass, making it jiggle with every pump.

“Yeah, baby, yeah!” Roxy cries, turning her head to look back at him. “Just like that. Just like that! Keep fucking me! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Even though he’s running out of steam and desperately needs a break, Eric continues fucking Roxy with reckless abandon, giving her what she wants, knowing that the harder he fucks her the sooner she’ll cum, and the sooner she cums the sooner he can catch his breath.

With this in mind, Eric reaches out and grabs a handful of Roxy’s hair and yanks back on it, forcing her to arch her back to relieve the pressure.

Roxy lets out a yelp of pleasure and Eric knows he has her. She loves getting her hair pulled; it always puts her over the edge.

And it does so a few seconds later, as Roxy utters a deep, guttural growl and then a high-pitched scream as her body shimmies and shakes as an orgasm passes through her.

“Holy fuck!” Roxy cries as it winds down. “That was so fucking intense!” She slides her body forward, pulling Eric’s cock out of her pussy in the process.

Eric relaxes, thinking he’s going to have a little while to recover a bit, but he’s mistaken. Almost as soon as his cock is free from Roxy’s pussy, Jasmine is taking her place, dropping to her knees, turning around and backing her ass up to him.

Before Eric can say a thing, Roxy spins around, grabs his cock and slips it into Jasmine’s pussy.

Both Eric and Jasmine groan as he enters her. She doesn’t have as tight a pussy as Roxy but it’s pretty close; again his cock barely fits.

But Jasmine doesn’t seem to notice. She doesn’t even bother taking things slow at all, bouncing her ass back against him right away, forcing his cock balls-deep inside her.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says under his breath as Jasmine hammers her ass back into him.

“You like that, do you?” Roxy says, climbing down from the couch.

Eric nods. “A little too much,” he says.

“Are you close to cumming?” Roxy says, smiling like a demon.

“Pretty close,” Eric says.

“Then I’d better help Jasmine get there before you do,” she says, her smile growing wider.

Roxy drops to her knees and positions herself beneath them with her body facing Eric and her face turned up towards the ceiling, placing it directly under Jasmine’s pussy.

Shortly after Roxy’s mouth attaches to Jasmine’s pussy, Eric takes more control, grabbing Jasmine’s hips and slamming his body into hers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jasmine cries. “Right there, right fucking there!”

Eric can tell that she’s getting closer to an orgasm, but he is too, and he wants to make sure she gets there first. So he decides to take a chance, hoping that it gets her over the edge quickly, before it’s too late.

Still pummeling away at her with everything he has, Eric pulls one of his hands off of Jasmine’s hips. He sticks his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then runs it down the crack of her ass and slips it into her asshole.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Jasmine groans. She shakes her head from side to side and lets out a guttural growl. The pre-orgasm has begun.

Eric smiles in relief. He’s found the spot to get her over the edge, and just in time, too. He doesn’t have more than fifteen seconds left in him.

Jasmine arches her back and slams her ass back against him. She holds her body there for few seconds, his cock deep inside her pussy and his thumb disappearing in her asshole. Then her body tenses up even further before releasing. She screams wordlessly as the orgasm washes over her.

A few seconds after she’s done, Eric lets out a moan of his own. “Goddammit,” he says, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Jasmine quickly pulls her body forward and spins around, joining Roxy on the floor. By the time she gets there, Roxy is already jerking Eric off, her hand working his cock feverishly.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” Eric says breathlessly as his orgasm arrives. Roxy continues jerking him off with reckless abandon as he starts to cum, his sperm shooting out of his cock in rivulets.

Still Roxy doesn’t slow down, sending his seed spraying everywhere, all over her and Jasmine’s face, their chest, their hair, the floor, and the bed as the girls giggle in excitement.

Eight streams of sperm later, Eric’s cock is finally dry. Both of the girl’s faces are covered in his cum. Roxy slips the tip of his cock into her mouth and gives it a little suck, then pops it out and passes it on to Jasmine, who gives it the same treatment.

Shivering due to the oversensitivity that comes immediately after an orgasm, Eric pulls his cock away. The girls laugh some more.

“Well, that wasn’t half bad,” Roxy says.

“Nope, not bad at all,” Jasmine replies. “Of course, based on what you’ve told me before, I was hoping for a little longer session.”

“Sorry about that,” Eric says, blushing. “Normally I don’t cum nearly that quickly.”

“That’s okay,” Roxy says. “I figured you’d be too excited to last that long.”

“Which is why I planned on staying the night,” Jasmine says. “To give you a couple more shots at it.”

Eric looks at Roxy. “Really?”

Smiling, Roxy nods.

“Wow,” Eric says, shaking his head. “I’m one hell of a lucky dude.”

“And we’re a couple of lucky girls,” Roxy says, as she and Jasmine climb to their feet. “Now let’s go get cleaned up and have a few drinks and get ready for round two.”






It was a Friday night and I was at an Irish Pub a few blocks from my house, drinking some beers and scoping out the women. The pub was a popular hangout for the local college kids, a place to come at the end of the night and throw down a few beers before heading back home. They had a reputation for not looking to closely at ID’s, plus cheap prices and a reasonably comfortable atmosphere.

I was dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a collared shirt. Nothing close to my normal attire, but perfect for the occasion. I’d scored many times in just such an outfit; it seemed to attract the kind of young women that inevitably ended up at this specific location on these nights.

But tonight it looked like I was going to strike out. I’d had a few beers and so far hadn’t really gotten anywhere and was considering hanging it up for the night. I pulled out my phone and saw that it was pushing 1AM and decided to have one last beer before tapping out. It turned out to be a great decision.

I ordered a Killian’s from the bartender and sat down at the bar. I had just taken my first drink when I saw a young woman enter that was utterly unlike anyone else that I’d ever seen in the place.

She was of Latin descent, with long, silky, dark brown hair and olive skin. Young, in her early twenties at the oldest, with a gorgeous face; big brown eyes, full lips, sultry nose, and lots of makeup, especially around the eyes.

She was wearing a pink sweater that barely covered her ass and showed off her ridiculous body. Tall and thin and fit but still soft, with curvy hips, a plump ass and firm, full breasts.

On her feet she had black leather knee-high boots, making her already long legs look like they went on forever. And to top things off her toe and finger nails were painted black.

She was gorgeous and sexy and slutty and incredible. Absolutely perfection.

She’d come in alone, looking around the place as though she was searching for someone specific. It quickly became apparent that whoever she was supposed to meet here hadn’t showed up. And without a good reason to stay, she wasn’t going to be in the pub for long at all; it just wasn’t her kind of place. I knew I needed to act fast. So I scooped up my beer and headed over towards her.

I decided to test my theory in the most straight-forward way possible. Walking up to her, I simply said: “Do you want to go back to my place and fuck?”

“Are you serious?” she asked, speaking like she wasn’t all that surprised to hear that exact question, like she’d been asked it a hundred times before.

“As a heart-attack,” I replied.

She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat, her mouth turned up in a little smirk. “I don’t know, buddy,” she said. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not really my type.”

“What about this?” I asked, grabbing her arm and pulling her hand down towards my cock, which was already a little chubby and by no means on the small side. “Is this your type?”

“Perhaps,” she said. “But I’ve come across many guys in my life with big cocks. Most of them don’t know how to use them.”

“Well I can assure you that I do,” I replied.

“Maybe you do,” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you can give me what I need.”

“And what is that, exactly?”

She looked at me sideways, dismissing me. “If you have to ask then you probably can’t deliver.”

“If you’re talking about an aggressive pounding, you might be surprised. Deep down I’m a pretty fucked-up guy.”

“Yeah, I doubt that,” she said, drinking from her beer.

“Why?” I asked. “Because I don’t have any tattoos or piercings?”

“That’s part of it,” she said.

“And the other?”

She shrugged. “For one, you’re dressed like a yuppie.”

“That’s because I’m playing a part.”

“And what part is that?”

“A wolf in sheep’s clothing,” I said, taking a drink from my glass. “It’s a little game I like to play.”

She turned her head towards me, suddenly more interested. “How does it go?”

“It’s simple,” I said, taking advantage of her interest to hop up onto the stool on the other side of her table. “I dress up like a nice, normal, everyday prude to attract a certain kind of girl.”

“What kind is that?”

“The cute, innocent little college that are always running around this place. Like her,” I said, pointing out a little blonde in a sundress, smiling widely and acting all shy. “Or her.” I pointed to a long-haired brunette wearing a skirt and sorority sweatshirt. “I make them think I’m a nice, normal guy, just looking to screw around a little bit.”

“And then?” she asked, clearly interested.

I finished off my beer and flashed her an evil little smile. “Then I give them a night they’ll never forget, even if they want to. But it also ends up being a night they’ll dream about for the rest of their lives, even if they won’t admit it.”

She chuckled and finished off the rest of her beer.

“Tell me you’re not at least a little intrigued,” I said.

“I have to admit, I’m a tad bit curious,” she replied. “But I still really doubt that you can give me what I need.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But what’s the worst that can happen if you give me a chance? You come away a little disappointed?”

“Or worse yet, unsatisfied,” she said.

“Which was probably going to happen anyway,” I said.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you obviously came here looking for someone that wasn’t here. And you’re clearly disappointed about that. And you’re sure as not going to find what you need at this place if you decide to pass on my offer and stick around.”

“True enough,” she said.

“So the way I figure it, you’ve got nothing to lose.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right.”

“Then let’s go back to my place,” I said, slamming the rest of my beer. “It’s only a few blocks away. I’m Mike, by the way.”

“I’m Isabella,” she said. “But you can just call me Bella.”

“Okay then, Bella, let’s rock.”

I took her hand and we left the bar.




“I’m guessing you like things a little rough,” I said as we walked along the sidewalk towards my house.

“More than a little,” she said.

“That’s what I figured. What about control?” I asked.

“What about it?”

“Do you like to have it or relinquish it.”

“Both,” she said. “It all depends on my mood.”

“And what kind of mood are you in tonight?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all if you took charge,” Bella said. “I kind of feel like being told what to do.” She flashed me a dirty little smile. “Do you think you can do that for me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, smiling back.

“And don’t take it easy on me,” she said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever you can dish out.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, fighting the urge to lick my lips in excitement.

A couple minutes later we came to my door. I unlocked it, opened it, and let Bella in. After closing and locking the door behind her, I grabbed her arm and spun her around, right there in the living room.

“Get on your knees,” I said as I undid my belt and zipper, pulled off my pants and boxers and tossed them aside.

Bella did as she was told without hesitation. She was looking up at me with puppy dog eyes, desperate to please. My already hard cock was sticking straight out, practically poking her in the eye.

“Now suck my dick.”

Bella opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my cock and started bobbing back and forth on the head while her hand worked the shaft.

I grabbed her wrists, yanked her hands from my cock and forced them down to her side. “No hands,” I said. “Just use your mouth.”

Bella’s head bobbed faster and faster on my cock. Spittle ran down her chin and onto the floor. Gagging sounds escaped from her throat.

“That’s right,” I said. “Just like that.”

I glanced down at Bella, saw that her eyes were closed. I gave her a little smack on the cheek.

“Look up at me,” I said. “I want to saw your pretty little eyes while you suck that hard cock.”

Bella tilted her head slightly, allowing her to make eye contact while continuing to blow me. Her eyes were huge and full of the need to please.

“There you go,” I said. “That’s more like it. Keep looking up at me. No matter what happens I want you to keep your eyes on mine. Understand?”

She nodded as best she could with my cock in her mouth.

I put my hand on the back of Bella’s head to hold it in place and started pumping my hips forward, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper.

After pumping Bella’s mouth continuously for a good thirty seconds, I held her head in place, my cock three-quarters of the way inside her mouth, pressing on the back of her head, keeping it in place.

She started to choke.

“That’s it,” I said. “Fucking choke on that cock.”

Bella tried to back away but I didn’t let her go.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I said, taunting her as she struggled. “I didn’t said you could pull off yet.”

Bella still struggled to back away. But that was fine. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it better when she struggled. It was more fun for me.

After another ten seconds I finally let Bella go. Her head flew back and she gasped for breath. Tears were leaking from her eyes, making her black mascara run down her cheek. It was sexy as hell. Not to mention hot as shit.

I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and used it to control her head. I pulled her face into me, smashing her mouth against the base of my cock. I rubbed her face against my flesh then pushed down on her head until her mouth latched on to my ball sack.

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Suck on my balls.”

She took them both in her mouth and went to town, licking and sucking and fondling them with practiced ease. Her hand flew up to my cock and started jerking me off while she continued playing with my balls. From there, she continued southward, licking my taint before returning to my sack.

“You’re a dirty little fucking slut, aren’t you?” I said.

“The dirtiest,” she replied.

“Yeah? Well let’s just see how dirty you really are.” I forced her head even further down until her face was staring directly at my asshole. “Do you like the taste of ass?” I asked.

“I fucking love it,” she said.

“Prove it,” I said.

“With pleasure,” Bella replied.

She slid her hands onto my asscheeks and spread them apart, giving her more room to attack my asshole. And attack it she did, going after it with enthusiasm and energy. She started by exploring around the edges, getting me nice and warmed up before she dove in proper. Her tongue was magic, flicking in and out of her mouth, working my asshole with skill, getting it nice and wet and slippery and sloppy.

After going to town on my asshole for almost a full minute, I grabbed a handful of Bella’s hair and roughly yanked her to her feet. Leaning in, I touched my forehead against hers, taking in her breaths from close range.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said. “You like it when I dominate you. When I forced you to do things you don’t want to. Don’t you?”

She nodded, her breath still ragged.

“What?” I said. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” Bella said, her voice desperate and laced with need. “I love it. I fucking love it.”

I slid my hand under her dress and yanked her panties aside, then jammed two fingers into her pussy and started banging away, going full-bore right from the get-go. With my other hand I yanked down on the top of her dress, spilling her tits out. I gave them each a squeeze and a little smack while continuing to finger-fuck her mercilessly.

Bella started to moan. Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth and her eyes were wide and staring into mine.

I slid a third finger into her pussy, and then a fourth, and continued banging away, hammering my fingers into her, shoving them deep inside her, as far as they would go, then sliding them back out again to repeat the process.

Bella’s breath was coming rapidly now and little sounds were coming out of her mouth even though she was trying desperately to hold them in. Her hands had migrated up to her tits and she was squeezing them with everything she had. Her pussy was soaking wet, drenching my hand and causing wet, squishy sounds as I continued banging away at her pussy.

After a particularly aggressive couple of finger thrusts, Bella’s body tensed up for a moment before releasing as an orgasm ran through her. She let out a guttural groan and her pussy squirted out a river of juices, sending a stream onto the hardwood floor.

I punctuated her orgasm by rapidly yanking my fingers out of her and then smacking her pussy a couple of times, sending her into another convulsion.

“Holy fucking shit,” Bella said quickly, like it was a single word. Her breath was ragged as she tried to recover.

But I didn’t gave her a chance to, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her towards the floor before she was fully recovered.

“On your hands and knees,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to get her moving.

She scrambled down, turning her head to look up at me as she dropped, as if to ask if she was doing it correctly. She was, but I wasn’t going to let her know that. Squatting down behind her, I gave her a double smack to the ass, one hand for each cheek.

“Face forward,” I said. “Arms locked out. Ass up in the air.”

Bella did as she was told.

Staring down at Bella, I marveled at how sexy and slutty she was, especially with her heels still on and her dress framing her body, even though it was scrunched up around her midsection.

I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. After looking down at her tight, perfect little ass and then running my gaze up her slim, well-defined back with her black hair spilled over it, I grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slide it into her wet, gaping pussy.

Bella gasped loudly as I started hammering away at her, slamming my cock in and out of her with full force right from the start, not even bothering to take things slow.

She let out an even louder moan as I grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked on it, forcing her to arch her back to alleviate some of the pressure.

I looked down at the straining muscles of her back as I fucked her doggy-style, her vertebrae sticking out and her shoulder blades protruding as she struggled beneath me. My body was slamming into hers with enough forced to make her ass jiggle with every thrust.

“You like this, don’t you?” I said, practically snarling the words at her. “You like it when I fuck you mercilessly, don’t you?”

Bella nodded her head.

“Say it,” I growl. “I want to hear you said it.”

“I love it!” Bella said between ragged breaths and deep, guttural moans. She was almost screaming the words. “I fucking love it when you hammer my pussy!”

Hearing her voice turned me on even more, made me want to fuck her even harder. I released my hold on her hair and let my hands slide to her shoulders. Gripping them tightly, I yanked her entire body back towards me as I moved forward, allowing me even deeper penetration every time our bodies come together.

“Holy fuck!” Bella screamed as I pummeled away at her, our flesh smacking together loudly, the sounds of sex echoing about the room.

After a few more brutal pumps, I slammed my cock into Bella one final time, holding it deep inside her pussy, grinding away, forcing it as deep as it would go. I threw my arm around her neck, choking her with it while I hold her body in place, making it impossible for her to get away. She struggled against me, trying to escape, but I didn’t let her, holding her there, my cock planted all the way inside her pussy while my arm continued squeezing the breath from her body.

“Take it,” I said, my voice not much more than whisper. “Take it like the good little slut you were. Show me how tough you are. Show me how much you can take.”

Once I thought she’d enough, I released my hold on her throat. As she gasped for breath, I pushed her head towards the floor, keeping her on her hands and knees. I angled her head a little to the right, until it was right above the reservoir of juices her pussy squirted out a couple minutes ago.

“Lick it up,” I said, pushing her face towards the puddle. “Clean up the mess you made earlier.”

Bella did as she was told, sticking her tongue out and lapping up the liquid like a cat drinking milk.

“That’s a good girl,” I said. “Now swallow it down.”

She took a big gulp and swallowed it.

“You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you,” I said.

Bella turned her head towards me and nodded.

“Do you want me to continue to defile you?”

She nodded again.

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want you to treat me like the slut I am,” she said, and from the tone of her voice, I could tell that she meant every word. “Do whatever you want to me. Make me pay. Make me suffer. I deserve it. I want you to destroy me.”

I shivered with anticipation and delight. There was just something about Bella’s attitude—part defiant, part punk, part innocent, and all slut—that brought out the worst in me.

I turned her head sideways and pressed her face against the hardwood floor, right into what was left of her puddle of pussy juices. Holding her face flush against the floor, I climbed to my feet until I was squatting above her, keeping my dick inserted in her pussy the entire time.

Now with my newfound leverage, I was able to fuck Bella even more forcefully than ever, and I did so, hammering away at her pussy with everything I had, my cock slamming into her with as much aggression as I could muster.

She was screaming louder than she had all night, and her face was twisted in discomfort, but still I pummeled away, fucking her like I was trying to break her in half, my hands on her asscheeks, gripping them hard enough to leave finger marks, spreading them wide and holding them open, making her little asshole gape below me.

“Break that fucking pussy!” Bella screamed. “Turn me fucking inside out!”

So I tried to, my body slamming into hers hard enough to make her ass ripple and jiggle after every collision.

The emotional turn-on of watching her willingly suffer in addition to the sheer nastiness of seeing her asshole beckoning me combined with the pure physical enjoyment of my cock hammering in and out her pussy very nearly took me over the edge.

I abruptly stood up, yanking my cock out of her pussy and took a few deep breaths, barely averting disaster. I was having way too much to finish up already. There were still so many things I wanted to do to her.

But I needed a few minutes to cool down. Not to mention give her a little extra pleasure. Sometimes that’s more fun than anything else. Especially when you are in complete control of how much pleasure they are getting.

With that in mind, I smacked Bella on the ass and then dropped to my knees behind her. Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue out and ran it up the length of her pussy.

She let out a little yelp, followed by an excited giggle.

I licked the edges of her pussy with my tongue, eliciting more excited sounds from her mouth, then plunged the tip of my tongue inside her wet, juicy snatch.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking good. Eat that pussy. Eat that fucking pussy.”

I bobbed my head forward and back, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy, my excitement growing right alongside hers.

After forcing my tongue as far into her pussy as it would go and holding it there for a few seconds while Bella squirmed, I let it out slowly, centimeter by centimeter. 

Rising up a little bit, I put my hands on her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and started licking her asshole.

She yelped in surprise again, but didn’t make any move to get away. In fact, she let out a low, pleasure filled moan and pressed her ass back against my face.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” I said, pulling back just enough to get the words out.

Looking back at me, she nodded her head.

“Do you want me to do it some more?”

She nodded again.

I smacked her on the ass. “Say it.”

“I want you to do it some more,” Bella said.

“Do what?” I asked, smacking her on the ass again.

“I want you to lick my asshole some more,” she said, her voice full of need.

I smacked her ass again, and again, and again, until it was bright red. “How do you ask?”

“Please,” she begged. “Please lick my asshole with your tongue.”

“Okay,” I said. “But only because you asked nicely. But after it’s all nice and wet and loosened up, I’m going to stick my cock in there and fuck your ass like there’s no tomorrow. Understand?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, Bella nodded.

I smacked her ass again. “Say it.”

She let out a groan and said, “I understand.”

“That’s better,” I said.

Smiling widely, I went back to work, sticking the tip of my tongue into her asshole and working it in circles for a little while before jamming it as far into her anus as it would go.

“Holyfuckingshit,” Bella said expelling it all as though it was one word. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop! It feels so fucking good!”

So I didn’t, smashing my face against her ass until it felt like she was going to swallow me up. I’m not sure how long I worked her asshole with my tongue but it felt like days. And I had no desire to stop. I was totally digging it, not only the sheer nastiness of it all, but having absolute control over her pleasure.

The only problem was, it was turning me on too, to the point that all I could think about was fucking Bella’s ass proper. So I pulled my tongue out of her asshole and climbed up to my knees and replaced it my rock-hard cock.

Bella let out a gasp followed by a low moan as I worked my cock into her asshole, slowly at first, pushing gradually as she loosened up, until my cock was almost halfway inside her anus.

“Holy shit your cock feels so good in my ass,” she said between gasping breaths as I continued working my cock in and out of her asshole in rhythmic thrusts.

After a good minute of fucking Bella’s asshole gently, she had loosened up enough for me to start going after her with some aggression. And I took advantage, slamming my cock into her anus, giving it to her balls-deep with every thrust while she moaned and groaned and screamed and grunted beneath me.

Her palms were on the floor, her arms locked out, her back arched and her chin tilted towards the ceiling, causing her long brown hair to spill down her back. I immediately grabbed ahold of it and gave it a tug, forcing her to arch her back even further to relieve the tension.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed while I continued pummeling her asshole. “Punish me. Make me pay for being a bad girl!”

So I did, hammering away at her asshole like never before, slamming my cock in and out of her, my hips smacking against her ass with every pump, our bodies pounding against each other.

“You like getting fucked in the ass, don’t you?” I said.

She nodded vigorously.

“Tell me how much you like it,” I said. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” Bella said, her voice loud and ragged. “I fucking love it when you hammer my asshole with your cock.”

“Do you want more?” I asked, my mouth still right next to her ear.

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head.

“Are you sure?” I said, taunting her.

“Yes!” she screamed. “I want more!”

“How much more?” I asked.

“I want it all,” Bella said. “I want everything you can give me. I want you to fuck my asshole like there’s no tomorrow!”

Turned on by hearing her talk like that, I released my hold on her hair. With my hands on her hips for balance, I climbed to my feet, squatting over her with my cock still planted firmly in her asshole. Pushing down on her shoulders, I forced her head to the hard wood floor. Then I grabbed her arms and crossed them behind her back, holding them together with my right hand around her wrists, leaving her helpless and at my mercy.

Her face was turned sideways against the floor, leaving half of it visible. Staring down at her, still not moving inside her, I said, “Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding. “Give it to me.”

“If you insist,” I said. “But I have to warn you, I’m not going to take any mercy on you.”

“I don’t want any,” Bella said. “All I want is to make you cum.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I said. And then, without any word, I began fucking her with everything I had, keeping her arms pinned behind her back the entire time.

Standing over Bella like that gave me a ton of leverage, allowing me to hammer away at her asshole like never before. I was absolutely destroying her ass, pounding away at it with reckless abandon. She was no longer talking, just grunting like an animal.

As was I.

I’d been fucking her ass for almost three full minutes when I couldn’t take it anymore. Her asshole just felt too good for me to last another second. I had to cum. Now.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, pulling my cock out of her ass mere seconds before I shot my seed all over her back, coating it with white sperm, getting it everywhere, on her skin, in her hair, on her dress.

“My god that was a huge load,” she said, looking back at me and laughing.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Is it always that big?” Bella asked.

“Not even close,” I replied, straightening up.

“Then I must have done something right,” Bella said as I helped her to her feet.

“You did everything right,” I said. “What about me?” I continued. “Did I give you what you needed?”

“And then some,” she replied.

“So you’re not disappointed?” I asked.

“Only that we can’t do this more often,” Bella said.

“Who says that we can’t?”

“Nobody, actually,” she replied. “But the fact that I live on the other side of the country might make things a bit difficult to do it very often.”

“The other side of the country, huh?” I said, disappointment shuddering through me.

“Yep,” she said. “I’m just here through the night. I fly back home tomorrow afternoon.”

“Well that sucks.”

“Yeah it does.”

“How often to make it out this way?”

“Once a year, tops,” she said.

“Then I guess we’d better get in another session before you leave,” I said, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. I carried her to my bedroom, both of us laughing all the while. It was going to be a long night. If I was only going to get one night with Bella, I was going to make the most of it.






I had just parked my car and was on my way down the hallway towards my apartment when I saw Scott coming my way. He had a load of laundry in his hands, blocking his upper body from view, but his gym shorts showed off his incredible, muscular legs.

I found myself staring—as I always did whenever I saw him—at his gorgeous, sharply-lined face with his seemingly permanent two-day old stubble and dark hair and killer body. And, as always, he just gave me a wry smile in return.

But then he seemed to sense something, which wasn’t a surprise, based on my mood. I was coming off an extremely shitty first date, even by my standards, which were extremely low after more than a year of constant relationship disappointments.

 “Is everything okay?” Scott asked, clearly concerned.

Trying to play it off, I nodded.

He just laughed. Not in a mean way, but like he wasn’t fooled. “Don’t give me that crap,” he said. “What’s the matter.”

“Oh, just guy problems,” I said, waving my hand, pretending like it was no big deal.

“Yeah, pretty much every one I know is a real asshole,” Scott said.

“Tell me about it,” I said.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, even though I really did. I felt like having a few drinks and just spilling my guts, bitching and complaining about everything. I just wanted to vent. But I didn’t know Scott well enough to feel comfortable doing that to him.

“Bullshit,” he said. “You’re a bad liar.”

I laughed softly and gave him an aw-shucks shrug. “You’ve got me there.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Scott said. “Take half an hour to get yourself together, and then I’ll come over. We’ll have a few drinks and you can let off some steam. Tell me whatever you want. I’m a surprisingly good listener.”

“I don’t know . . .” I said, letting it hang out there, just wanting to make sure he really meant it.

“Yes you do,” he said. “Stop playing so hard to get. You’ll feel better after you vent. I always do.”

I gave him a little smile and nodded my head. “Okay. You win.”

“Cool,” he said returning my smile. “Then I’ll see you in thirty minutes.”

“Okay,” I said, staring into his big blue eyes. He really was a great looking man. Too bad he was gay.

 Scott turned and started down the hall, only to stop after a few paces. “Oh, and what kind of wine to you prefer? Red or white?”

“Red all the way.”

“Me too,” he said, his smile growing a little wider as he turned to walked away.




Scott arrived precisely on time. He brought two bottles of wine. Damn good wine, too. One bottle of Napa Valley Silver Oak and one bottle of Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap.

The Silver Oak had been breathing for half an hour, so we dipped into that first.

“This is amazing,” I said. “You sure have good taste in wines.”

“It’s a bit of a hobby of mine,” he said, taking a sip himself.

Again I thought to myself how much of a shame it was that he was gay.

We dusted off the first bottle in fifteen minutes, making small talk the whole time. It was only after we were halfway through the second  bottle that I was ready to get down to business.

I turned to him and said, “Do you really want to know what’s going on?”

“Absolutely,” he replied.

“Okay,” I said. “But I’m not going to hold back, okay? If I’m going to vent I need to do it properly. Without any restraint.”

“That’s that whole point,” Scott said, pouring me another glass of Cask 23. “Say whatever you need to. I can handle it.”

I took a long drink and readied myself to bare my soul this man I’d only known for less than an hour. Strangely, it didn’t seem awkward at all. Whether or not that was because of the wine or not, I wasn’t sure. But it didn’t really matter in the long run anyway. What was important was that I was comfortable around him.

“Okay,” I said. “So here it is. I’ve spent years looking for a man that can give me what I need without any hint of success.”

“And what is it, exactly, that you need?” Scott asked.

“Well, sometimes it’s just a good, hard pounding,” I said. “Sometimes it’s more.”

“How much more?”

“It all depends on the day,” I replied, “Some days I like it rough. Other days gentle. Sometimes I like to be in charge, other times the submissive. What I really need is someone who likes to get freaky in all sorts of ways. Someone who like to fuck as much as I do, and who won’t get all weirded out if things start to get extreme.”  

“Do you mind if I speak openly?” Scott asked.

“Please do,” I said.

“Well, forgive me if this is a little sudden, especially considering we’ve only just gotten to know each other, but if you really mean what you just said, then I’d like to offer up my services.”

“You?” I said, shocked.

“Yeah,” Scott replied. “Why not?”

“But I thought . . . I’d heard you were—”


I nodded.

“Nah, I’m straight as a two-by-four. And about the same size down there, too.”

“Noooo,” I said, drawing out the word. I wasn’t sure what I was more surprised to hear, that Scott was straight or that he was packing heat down below.

“Yep,” he said. “Despite what everyone around here thinks, I’m completely, one hundred percent into women.” He leaned in as though sharing a secret. Talking softly, almost in a whisper, he said: “Although I’m not ashamed to admit that I don’t mind having my asshole played with every once in a while, if the woman is into that sort of thing.”

My excitement was only matched by my exasperation. For more than six months, here I was, living across the hall from a super hot, mega-cool, incredibly sexy twenty-five year old man who’d I’d never made a pass at because I thought he was gay. But he was straight. And apparently was into the same kind of freaky stuff I was. I didn’t know whether to be happy about what was (hopefully) to come or annoyed that I’d wasted the last six months of opportunity because of some stupid rumor I’d heard.

“So what do you say?” Scott asked.

I shook my head to help myself refocus. “I say we give it a shot, see how it goes,” I replied, trying to keep my cool, barely able to hide my excitement.

“How about if I get things started,” he said.

“Be my guest,” I replied.

Smiling, Scott set his wine glass down, then climbed off the couch, spread my legs apart, stepped in between them, and dropped to his knees, his face at the same level as my already soaking wet pussy.

His gentle hands slid up the inside of my legs, causing them to tingle. I let out a little gasp of pleasure and tried to maintain my composure. I reached for my wine and finished off the last of it while Scott undid the button on my pants, then the zipper, then hooked his fingers around the waistband and pulled them off, panties and all.

“Oh my,” I said, my hormones raging. “You certainly don’t waste any time, do you?”

Instead of answering with words, Scott spread my legs even further, and buried his face in my pussy.

I let out a little gasp as he went to work, licking and tonguing my snatch with a practiced touch, not taking his time at all, just going to town.

Scott slid two fingers inside my pussy while he continued to eat me out, his fingers banging away with tons of energy while my moans grew in intensity. Glancing over at the mirror, I caught the look on my face. It was screwed into an expression of intense concentration mixed in with healthy amounts of pleasure. A look of pure, unbridled enjoyment, which was exactly what I was feeling.

“Holy fuck, just like that,” I said between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

He slid another finger into my pussy, making it three total. Because it was so early in the evening, they were a snug fit at first but I quickly loosened up as he continued banging away.

I could feel an orgasm coming on and decided to help it get here more quickly, so I slid my right hand down and started rubbing clit with my right hand while my left groped at one of my tits. Between my two hands, Scott’s fingers, and his tongue, it was a blur of motion and movement, all for the same purpose. My pleasure.

With so much attention on me, it wasn’t long before the orgasm made it’s presence felt. It started with an increase in the speed which my fingers were working my clit, followed by my breath getting faster, then louder moans. This was followed by a tensing up of my muscles, which, after a few seconds of straddling the edge of the cliff, led to a violent release, with my entire body quivering madly. Next I let out a little scream, followed by an explosion of juices from my pussy as I squirted all over Scott, drenching his face as though he’d stepped under a waterfall.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said breathlessly once I’d regained my composure. “That was incredible.”

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