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JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.
















First of all, right off the bat, you need to know something about me.

I’m a dirty little slut.

I’m not shy about it, not guilty or embarrassed to say it, not trying to hide it or pretend that I’m something I’m not.

The bottom line is: I like to get fucked. In the mouth, in the pussy, in the ass, double penetration, air-tight; if you can name it chances are I’ve tried it at least once. And probably enjoyed it.

No position is out of bounds, no deed too dirty, no act too depraved. Small dicks, huge cocks, white men, black men and every shade in between. Double-teams, triple-teams, gangbangs, orgies, old men, young men, other women. The list is endless.

That being said, there are certain things I like doing more than others. Or, more accurately, certain men I like doing more than others. I spent many years experimenting, trying out different guys, wading through an ocean of average partners to find the occasional diamond in the rough that I could come back to over and over and over again. I’ve got a list of them right here in my phone, filed under fake names and coded numbers, with a couple brief reminders on what they like.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I won’t pick a random guy up off the street and take him into public bathroom and give him a blow job anymore, it’s just that I don’t do it nearly as often as I used to. Now that I’m approaching my mid-20’s I don’t like to take a chance of being disappointed except for when I’m feeling particularly adventurous. Life is just too short for average sex.

So that’s me in a nutshell. You can’t say you haven’t been warned.


Today I’m going to get fucked by Travis.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

“How about that? You like that too?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that’s all it takes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The dirtiest,” I say.

“Prove it,” he says.

“Tell me how.”

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

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

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

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

“Another finger,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder,” I say. “Slap it harder.”

So he does.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m ready for your cock,” I say.

“What do you want me to do with it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smiling, he holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet.

“What do you say we take a shower and get some food and then do it all over again,” he says.

“Sounds like a plan,” I say.

Because there’s no such thing as too much sex. At least not for a dirty little slut like me.




As a single dad in his early 30’s, Tim Wilkins rarely had any time to himself. His ex-wife was a junky piece of shit who couldn’t stay clean and hadn’t been in his or their daughters life for over two years now. Sometimes it felt like all he did was work and take care of his daughter, Katie.

Except Wednesday nights. That was the one night all week he had to himself. Tim and his college buddies got together to play poker and then usually ended up at some bar downtown, getting drunk and hitting on women like the old days.

The reason he had Wednesday nights to himself was because one of the young women in his complex came over to baby-sit Katie. Her name was Amy and she was a hottie, 21 years old and a college student at the local community college. She didn’t have school on Thursdays, so every Wednesday night she came over after Katie went to sleep at 9pm and kept an eye on things for Tim.

Amy was the kind of girl that Tim had chased around when he was younger. She was tiny, barely over 5 feet tall and just north of 100 pounds. She had long blonde hair, a cute face with a bit of a hard edge, and an incredible body. And if Tim could believe what he’d heard around the condominium complex, she was on the slutty side, with different young men coming out of her condo on a regular basis.

As ashamed as he was to admit it, this last part was the main reason he’d asked Amy to watch Katie instead of someone else. He’d caught himself fantasizing about her numerous times over the past year but didn’t know how to approach her romantically, or what she would do if he did. He hoped that one night he’d come home from his night out and be drunk enough to make a pass at her and see where it led. So far, he hadn’t gone there, but he figured it was just a matter of time until he did. It was wrong, and he knew it, but it was the truth, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise.

Amy knocked on the door right at 9pm, just as she did every Wednesday night. She was always punctual, among other things. And one of those other things was she was always sexy as hell, but especially on this evening.

Tim answered the door to see her standing there wearing a pink t-shirt that was tied off just below her small, perky tits and a pair of tiny jean shorts that barely covered her ass. It was the perfect outfit to show off her tight, tiny, tanned body.

“Come on in,” Tim said after admiring her for an uncomfortable length of time. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her.

If Amy noticed, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she seemed to revel in his gaze, far more so than ever before. She even flashed him a little glance as she entered his condo, looking over her shoulder to see if he was still looking at her.

Which he was, of course. How could he not with that much flesh showing?

“Sorry about my outfit,” Amy said, smiling at him. “I was running late and had to come straight from work.”

“Where do you work?” Tim asked. He didn’t even know she had a real job.

“Shooter’s, over by the college,” she said.

“Ahh,” Tim replied. “That explains the outfit.”

Shooter’s was a local bar that hired only the hottest woman around as waitresses, then dressed them up in skimpy outfits just like the one Amy had on to lure in the male customers.

“Yes it does,” Amy said.

“I didn’t know you worked there,” Tim said.

“I just started a couple weeks ago,” she replied.

“Does that mean you won’t be available on Wednesday nights any more?”

“Of course not, silly,” Amy said, flashing him a sweet smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I told them I needed Wednesday nights off.”

Tim let out a (slightly) exaggerated sigh. “Thank goodness. I don’t know what I’d do without Wednesday nights to myself.”

“Oh, I’m sure you could think of something,” Amy said, her smile morphing from sweet to sly.

Tim didn’t know what to make of that, so he just pressed on. “Okay, nothing different about tonight. Katie is already asleep, as usual, but just like always, make sure you follow the rules. No drugs, don’t drink any of my booze, don’t break any furniture, and most importantly, don’t bring any boys over here, okay?”

“I wouldn’t dream of doing any of those things,” Amy said, flashing Tim her pearly whites, giving him her most innocent look.

“You promise?” Tim said, half-jokingly.

“I promise,” Amy replied.

“Okay, then I’m outta here,” Tim said, heading towards the door. “I’ll be home around two o’clock.”

“Have fun tonight,” Amy said. “Don’t get in too much trouble.”

“I’ll try no to,” Tim said. He closed the door behind him and heard Amy lock it. After a long sigh, he turned and headed towards the parking lot.




As soon as Tim parked the car in the lot, he knew immediately something was wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it specifically, but the closer he came to his condo, the more his gut started to burn.

He’d had a really good night, won a couple hundred bucks playing cards, bought a few rounds of drinks, hit on a few women. But even though he could have easily gotten in the pants of one, he’d held off. He knew why, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. He wanted to keep open the possibility of making a move on Amy tonight, even though he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the balls to actually follow through on it.

But now, as he approached his front door, hitting on Amy was the last thing on his mind. He could hear two voices through the door, one male and one female. And it was too loud to be the TV.

Fuming, Tim opened the door. And sure enough, there they were, a young man and Amy, curled up next to each other on the couch, the young man’s arms wrapped around Amy and her legs intertwined in his.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Tim said, talking forcefully but not so loud that he’d wake up Katie, who was sleeping in the room on the other side of the condo.

“Oh shit,” Amy said, bouncing to her feet. “What are you doing home already?”

“Already?” Tim said. “It’s two o’clock. Exactly when I told you I’d be home.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” Amy said, a scared look on her face.

“You know the fucking rules,” Tim said, pissed off just as much about seeing a punk sitting on the couch with Amy as the fact that she’d broken the rules. “No boys allowed in my house.”

“I know, I know,” Amy said. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it,” Tim said, still pissed.

“Relax, dude,” the young man said. He was still lying on the couch, apparently unfazed by the situation, or at least acting like he was. A smirking grin was planted on his face. “It’s no big deal.”

“No big deal?” Tim said, turning towards the young man. He was having a difficult time keeping his voice low enough that Katie wouldn’t hear. “I’ve got some fucking stranger in my fucking house with my daughter asleep in the other room and you think that’s no fucking big deal?”

The young man just shrugged and continued looking at Tim with a little smirk.

“Alex, cut it out,” Amy said, shooting him a glance. Then, turning back towards Tim, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”

Tim looked back at Amy and could feel his anger starting to slough off. She seemed genuinely remorseful. Maybe it was all an act, but still, it was working. And then her friend chimed in again.

“Fucking get over it, dude,” Alex said, chuckling derisively under his breath. “Quit being such a fucking douchebag.”

“Alex!” Amy said, horrified. But Tim didn’t hear her. His focus was on the punk still lying on his couch.

“Douchebag?” he said, staring Alex down. “Did you just call me a douchebag?”

“What are you,” Alex said. “Deaf?”

And just like that, Tim’s anger came back tenfold. He stepped forward and grabbed Alex by the shirt and yanked him to his feet. The young man tried to brush him off but Tim was ready for it and pushed him back against the wall and held him there.

“Now listen up you little shit, and listen up good,” Tim said. “You’d better walk out of that front fucking door in the next five seconds or you’re gonna get your ass whipped. Do you understand?”

For a moment, Alex looked like he was going to spout off again, but then he thought better of it and just dropped his eyes and nodded his head.

Tim released his hold on Alex and the young man headed towards the door, walking silently, as though he was on his way to the electric chair.

“And close the door on your way out,” Tim said. “Softly.”

Tim watched Alex leave then turned back towards Amy.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he said to her.

Looking down at the floor, Amy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Do you not remember what I told you about having boys over? I said it three fucking times.”

“I know,” Amy said, still not looking at him. “I just . . .”

“You just what?” Tim asked.

“I just got bored,” she replied. “Katie was asleep, there was nothing on TV, I was starting to fall asleep—”

“So you called up Alex and invited him over,” he said.

Amy glanced up and caught Tim’s eyes and nodded again. “I know you’re pissed off,” she said. “But I’m sorry. I really am.”

“I’m sure you are,” he said. “And I am too.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because now I have to find someone else to watch Katie on Wednesday nights.”

“What?” Amy said, looking crushed. “No! Why?”

“Because I can’t trust you anymore,” Tim said. “Not when you’re bringing strangers into my house when my daughter is asleep.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise,” Amy said.

“I don’t know why it’s such a big deal anyway,” Tim said. “It’s not like you need the money that bad. You have a job now.”

“It’s not the money,” she said. “It’s just . . .” She trailed off, suddenly looking embarrassed.

“It’s just what?” he said.

“It’s just that I like coming over here,” Amy said. She dropped her eyes to the floor again and started to blush. “I like seeing you.”

This threw Tim for a loss. But he quickly recovered once he realized what she was saying and how he could use it to his advantage. A dastardly move, to be sure, but one he wasn’t above taking, especially after what she’d done to him on this night.

“I like seeing you too,” he said, pouring on the guilt a little more than necessary now. “But it’s just not a chance I can take with Katie in the next room. I’m sorry, Amy, but I just can’t do it.”

“Please?” she said, walking over towards Tim until she was standing just a couple feet away from him. “Isn’t there something I can do to change your mind? Anything?”

“I don’t know,” Tim said, giving her an admonishing look.

“Come on,” Amy said, dropping to her knees now and looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “There has to be something I can do.”

Seeing Amy kneeling in front of him like that turned Tim on like no tomorrow. His cock hardened up immediately and within seconds it was pressing up against his jeans.

Amy caught the movement too and glanced at his crotch for a moment before turning her eyes back up towards his. But she was looking at him differently now. Gone was the remorseful look. It had been replaced by an evil little half-smile.

“Yeah, there’s something I can do for you, alright,” she said. “Isn’t there?”

Tim didn’t answer her. He just continued staring down at her, trying to look annoyed, even though it was growing increasingly difficult now that he saw where the situation was headed.

“Yeah there is,” Amy said, crawling towards Tim until she was directly beneath him. She tilted her head further upwards, so her cheek was lying atop his thigh and her eyes were locked on his. Her grin had grown wider and her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “I just know I can get you to change your mind.”

Tim hard-on was raging now, his cock bulging in his pants mere inches from Amy’s pretty little face. But still he didn’t say anything to her, letting her draw whatever she wanted from his silence.

Still looking up at Tim, Amy started to rub his cock over his jeans. “This is what you want, right? This is what you’ve always wanted from me?”

This time Tim nodded. He just couldn’t help himself. It was exactly what he’d always wanted from Amy. And he couldn’t believe he was going to actually get it.

“That’s what I thought,” Amy said, sliding his zipper down and reaching her hand into the hole it created. She grabbed ahold of his cock and started to play with it, rubbing it softly but not pulling it out yet.

Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was trying to keep his cool and was mostly succeeding. But he was certainly enjoying himself too much to let this opportunity pass. This night looked like it was going to turn out even better than he could have ever hoped.

With a little effort, Amy negotiated Tim’s cock out of his pants. It was rock-hard, sticking straight out, as solid as a 2X4.

“Oh my god,” Amy said, admiring his cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big.”

Tim had heard that a lot. He didn’t know how his cock compared to other men, but every woman he’d ever been with had marveled at its size, so he figured it must stack up pretty well.

“Do you want me to suck on it?” Amy asked, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes. “If I suck on it will that makes things all better between us?”

“No,” Tim said. “It’s gonna take a lot more than just sucking my cock to make us all better. But it’ll be a good start.”

“Just tell me what else I need to do,” Amy said, jerking him off while she talked. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She licked the tip of his cock with her tongue. “I’ll take whatever punishment you want to dish out on me. Do whatever you feel like you have to do to make things right with us.”

“Don’t worry,” Tim replied. “I will. Now stop talking and hold your mouth open for me.”

Amy nodded and did as she was told, opening wide, staring up at him the whole time. Her eyes were dancing with excitement.

Tim was excited too. As excited as he’d even been in his life. Here he was, with a ridiculously hot young woman willing to do whatever he told her to without hesitation. It was, quite literally, a dream come true.

“That’s right,” Tim said, not letting his excitement come through in his voice. “Just like that.” He didn’t want his exhilaration with the situation to overwhelm the anger he felt at Amy’s betrayal. He wanted to take full advantage of the situation, and therefore, Amy herself, and the best way to do that was the channel his anger and use it to give her the punishment she deserved.

Tim grabbed a handful of Amy’s hair with one hand and ahold of his hard cock with the other. He smacked her face a couple of times with the head of his cock then stuck it into her open mouth.

“That’s perfect,” Tim said as he started pumping her mouth with his cock. “Don’t fucking move. Just sit there while I fuck your face.”

Keeping a handful of her hair with one hand, Tim moved his cock in and out of Amy’s mouth, only giving her half of it in the beginning, to make sure she could handle it.

Amy took it like a champ, not gagging despite his size, keeping her mouth open and her big blue eyes turned up to his while he pumped her face.

“Not bad,” Tim said. “Not bad at all. But let’s see how you do with more of my cock.”

Tim grabbed another handful of Amy’s hair with his free hand and started pumping her face with more intensity, pulling her head towards him as he came forward, giving her more and more of his cock with every thrust.

Tim slammed his cock into Amy’s mouth as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat and tears began to leak down her cheek, smearing her mascara. But still she didn’t try to pull away. And somehow she maintained eye contact the entire time.

“That’s right,” Tim said, staring down at Amy’s pretty face. “Take my cock in your mouth. Take it like the slut that you are.”

And she did, keeping her mouth open even as saliva started pouring out of it, down her chin and onto the floor. It was quite impressive.

Tim gradually increased the depth until he was giving Amy his entire cock with every pump, making it disappear into her mouth before pulling back and slamming it into her again while she gagged and coughed but still didn’t close her mouth or try and pull away.

Tim pumped Amy’s mouth with his whole cock a couple more times before jamming it in one last time and holding it deep inside her, forcing her to deepthroat him. With his hands on the back of her head, Tim held Amy in place for nearly five seconds before releasing his hold on her.

Amy’s head flew back and she coughed and gasped for breath as a river of saliva streamed out of her mouth, adding to the reservoir of spit on the hardwood floor from earlier.

Tim looked down at the pool, then back at Amy, who was staring up at him expectantly. It was time to see how far she was willing to go to please him.

“You’re making a mess,” Tim said, pointing down at the pool of saliva. “Clean it up.”

Amy immediately dropped to her hands and knees and bowed her head forward and used her tongue to lick her spit off the floor, pausing every once in a while to make more room in her mouth by turning her head up and swallowing some saliva.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said. “Keep this up and I just might let you back into my house after tonight.” He watched her clean the floor with a combination of excitement and awe. It was obvious from her actions and attitude that Amy was willing do whatever he wanted. It was time to more fully take advantage of her willingness.

Tim grabbed ahold of Amy’s hair and dragged her over toward the couch. Once there, he sat her down on the floor and spun her around so her back was up against the base of the couch. Then he pushed her head back until it was lying flat on the cushion. Her face was pointed towards the ceiling and her butt was on the floor.

“Have you changed your mind yet?” Tim asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Amy anyway.

She shook her head. “Do what you have to,” she said, looking up at him, her face still glowing with pleasure. “I’m game for whatever you have to offer.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Tim said.

He dropped his knees onto the couch, one on each side of Amy’s head, straddling her face. Grabbing ahold of his cock, he smacked her face with it a couple times, then stuck it into her mouth. Staring down at her, Tim began to pump her face, jamming his entire cock into her mouth and holding it there until she started to gag before pulling away.

Tim let a stream of spit drop from his mouth and onto Amy’s face, then used his cock to rub it in, pressing down on his shaft and rolling it along her face, covering her features in saliva.

Once he’d had enough of that, Tim crawled forward on the couch until his ballsack was hovering directly above Amy’s mouth.

“Open up,” he said.

Amy did as she was told without hesitation.

Tim took a moment to again marvel at the control he had over her, then dropped his balls into her mouth.

Amy knew exactly what to do, working his balls like an expert, mixing things up, sucking on both together then one at a time, constantly varying the pressure from light to nearly painful before lightening up again.

Tim was staring down at her, nodding slightly and taking deep, measured breaths to maintain his composure. But it was difficult. And it became even more so after Amy reached up and grabbed ahold of his cock and jerked him off while continuing to work his balls with her mouth.

Staring down at Amy as she sucked on his balls and worked his cock was getting Tim a little too excited for his own good. What Amy was doing to him right now just felt too incredible. He still had lots of things he wanted to do to Amy before wrapping the night up. So he decided to get on with them before it was too late.

Tim rose up, popping his balls out of Amy’s mouth.

“Is everything all right?” Amy asked, sounding genuinely worried that she’d done something wrong.

“Yeah,” Tim said. “Everything’s great. I’m just mixing things up a bit.”

“Oh, good,” Amy said, smiling. “I just want you to be happy.”

“And I am,” Tim said, pulling Amy’s shirt off over her head, showing off her firm, perky tits. “But I’ll be happier soon.”

And with that, he turned around like he was going to sit on the couch, but instead of dropping onto one of the cushions, he plopped his ass directly atop Amy’s face, smothering her.

“Get that tongue in there,” he said, grinding atop her face. “Lick my asshole. Like you mean it.”

Amy did, working her tongue in and around his asshole as best she could with him putting all his weight on her face.

Tim stayed there for a full ten seconds before rising up a bit, giving Amy a chance to breathe.

“Do you like that?” he asked. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”

“I love it,” Amy said, grinning up at him as her chest heaved up and down to get air into her lungs.

Tim shook his head and laughed under his breath before catching himself. Forcing the smile off his face, he said, “You’re damn right you do. Now stick your tongue out. I want to ride it.”

Amy did as she was told, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tim said, squatting down again. This time he kept his ass a little above Amy’s face, not sitting on it, allowing him to move his hips back and forth and ride her rigid tongue with his asshole.

Amy got into the act too, reaching up and spreading Tim’s asscheeks with her hands, allowing her deeper access to his anus.

“Holy shit,” Tim said under his breath as he rode Amy’s face. Her tongue running along his asshole felt ridiculously incredible, so much so that he had to do something to take his mind of it.

With that as the goal, he leaned forward and grabbed ahold of her tits and gave them a rough squeeze. While Amy continued tossing his salad, Tim pinched her nipples and gave them each a little squeeze and a twist, causing Amy to gasp deeply.

Tim took advantage of this, dropping his ass further down, smothering her again and muffling her cries as he tweaked her nipples further, causing her to squirm and shimmy beneath him.

When Tim eventually climbed off of Amy, her face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep gasps but amazingly she was still smiling.

“I take it you like being treated like this?” Tim said, standing over Amy, looking down at her.

Amy offered him a sheepish nod, like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“You’re one nasty little whore, aren’t you?”

Again, Amy nodded, pretending to look sheepish but not quite pulling it off.

“Then I guess I’d better keep giving you what you want,” he said.

Without waiting for a response, Tim grabbed Amy under the shoulders and lifted her up onto the couch so she was facing him. Once she was in position, he grabbed her shorts and black g-string and roughly pulled them off, revealing her soaking wet pussy. Then he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs apart so her pussy was wide open to him.

Tim spent a moment looking down at Amy’s tight little body on the couch beneath him. She was so small and frail it was hard to believe that she could take a serious pounding. But what she’d shown so far, she could. Now he was going to see if she could handle his cock inside her.

“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Amy nodded.

“Are you sure?” Tim said.

“Positive,” Amy said. “Give me all you got. Punish me. I deserve it.”

“If you insist,” Tim said. Releasing Amy’s legs, he grabbed ahold of his cock and smacked her pussy with it a few of times before sliding it inside her snatch.

Amy was even wetter than she’d appeared. Even though her pussy was small, it took his cock with ease, offering up just a hint of resistance. It was a snug fit but she was so turned on that it didn’t matter. And Tim was so excited that he knew he didn’t have any time to waste, so he started moving against her with intensity right from the beginning, not being gentle at all, giving her more than half of his cock with every thrust.

“Holy shit your cock is so fucking big,” Amy said, her excitement painted on her face.  Her words came between deep, gasping breaths. “It feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me with that big cock of yours. Fuck me with it!”

Amy’s pussy grew more wet with every pump, opening up to him further with every thrust. And Tim took advantage, slamming his cock deeper and deeper inside her until he was giving her the whole thing, balls-deep.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Amy said, her eyes wide and full of pleasure. “Hammer me with your cock! Pound me as hard as you can!”

In order to give Amy what she wanted, Tim again grabbed ahold of both her ankles and pushed her legs back until her feet were next to her head, one on either side of her face. Holding her legs in place against the back of the couch, Tim put one of his legs up on the couch to give himself more leverage and laid into her with everything he had.

“Take my pussy,” Amy said, staring up at him. Their faces were only inches apart. “Take my fucking pussy. It’s yours. Do whatever you want with it. You can have it. It’s your fucking pussy! Pound it. Pound it!”

Hearing Amy talk like that fueled Tim even further. “You want it rough?” he said. “You want me to punish you?”

“Fuck yeah,” Amy said. “I need to be punished.”

“Fine,” Tim said, barely able to talk himself because of the heavy breathing he was doing. “Then take this.”

He released one of her legs and wrapped his newly freed hand around her throat.

“Is this better?” Tim said, glaring at Amy. “Is this what you want? For me to choke you while I fuck you?”

Her eyes wider than ever and her mouth slightly open, Amy nodded vigorously.

Tim laughed under his breath and shook his head in disbelief. He’d never fucked a girl this roughly before. But if that’s what Amy wanted, if she thought she could take it, then he’d certainly give it to her.

Squeezing Amy’s throat tighter, Tim stared down at her while he fucked her and choked her at the same time, waiting for some sign that she wanted him to stop, that he was taking things too far, but Amy did nothing but look back at him, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he restricted her breath and hammered away at her pussy, which was growing wetter and wetter by the second.

Half a minute later, Amy came in a rush, shaking and trembling as an orgasm rushed through her. The orgasm made her pussy even wetter, swallowing his cock even further inside it, engulfing it to the point where he was right on the edge of cumming himself.

Cursing under his breath, Tim released his grip on Amy’s throat while yanking his cock out of her pussy at the same time. As she smiled wickedly, Tim grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted as he climbed to his feet, pulling her up off the couch. He grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her hands and knees so her tight little ass was sticking up in the air right in front of his face. He didn’t have long before his own orgasm arrived, and he wanted to fuck her doggy-style before it did.

“Spread your ass,” Tim said, smacking one of Amy’s asscheeks with an open palm to punctuate his demand.

Amy did as she was told, putting one hand on each ass cheek and pulling them open, making her pussy gape. This new position showed off her gorgeous asshole too, all puckered up and just begging to be played with. But Tim knew better than to go there. He was way too wound up already to bring Amy’s asshole into play. At least right now. Maybe when he was closer to cumming, he’d take advantage of it, but for now, he left it alone.

“That’s a good girl,” Tim said. “Now keep holding it open while I fuck you from behind. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Amy said.

Tim gave her another smack on the ass for good measure, then slipped his cock into her waiting pussy.

Amy let out a deep gasp as he entered her and turned her head around to look back at him. Tim went right after her from the beginning, hammering away at her from behind, jamming his entire cock into her pussy without mercy and pounding away at her with serious aggression.

“Right there, right fucking there!” Amy said, her voice low but urgent as Tim slammed his cock into her. “Give me that cock, give it to me! Punish me with it! Fucking punish me!”

And Tim did, grabbing ahold of Amy’s waist and working his hips like a jackhammer, slamming into Amy’s tiny little ass so hard that her body jumped forward every time they came together. His balls were slapping against the underside of her stomach and his cock was completely disappearing inside her pussy.

Amy arched her spine and tilted her chin towards the ceiling, throwing her hair onto her back in the process. Tim took advantage, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it while continuing to pound her pussy from behind.

“That’s right,” Amy said. “Pull that fucking hair while you fuck me. Make me pay for disobeying you. Make me fucking pay!”

Tim gladly did as Amy asked, yanking back even further on her hair, forcing her to arch her spine even more, changing up the angle of penetration and allowing him deeper access to her insides. He was giving it to her balls-deep now, his huge cock filling up her pretty little pussy, pressing against the walls of her vagina, the head bumping up against something deep inside her.

“Holy fuck it’s so big!” Amy said between deep, gasping moans. “Fuck me with that giant cock of yours! Fuck me with it!”

Amy’s voice was getting louder and louder with every passing moment, which just wouldn’t do, not with Katie still asleep on the other side of the house. So he yanked on Amy’s hair again, this time hard enough to lift her upper body up and back towards him, so the back of her head was directly in front of his face.

Keeping one hand wrapped around her hair and his cock deep inside Amy’s pussy but not actually fucking her for the moment, Tim put his other hand over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said into her ear, not really angry but sounding like he was in order to maintain the mood of the evening. “You’re making too much noise.”

“Sorry,” Amy whispered, turning her head so that she could look back at him.

“Don’t be,” Tim said. “Just keep quiet from now on. No more words. No matter what happens, no matter what I do to you, no matter how good it feels, keep your mouth shut until we’re through. Understand?”

Still looking back at him, Amy nodded. Her eyes were full the need to please him. Tim wasn’t sure how much of it was genuine but he didn’t really care. The illusion was enough for him.

He hammered her from behind for another full minute, Amy doing her part and not saying a word, barely even making any sound at all despite obviously wanting to, based on the look on her face.

Tim had settled into a nice, solid rhythm, pounding Amy’s pussy in long but fast pumps which gradually brought him right to the edge of orgasm. And now that he was there, he didn’t have to worry about holding out any longer, so he slid his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, then slipped it into Amy’s asshole.

This brought a gasping cry to her lips, which she muffled by burying her face deeper into the cushions of the couch. Tim was far too occupied to care that Amy had broken his rule of not making a sound. He was too busy trying to prolong his enjoyment before cumming, a futile exercise now that his thumb was inserted in Amy’s asshole.

He lasted no more than 5 more seconds before his body rebelled, bringing him over the edge of orgasm. Cursing under his breath, Tim yanked his thumb out of Amy’s ass and his cock out of her pussy. Gripping his cock tight with his hand, he held on for dear life as Amy quickly spun around so her face was right in front of Tim’s cock.

“Cum on my face,” she said, staring up at him with needy eyes. “Spray your seed all over me and make me pretty.”

So Tim did just that, releasing the vice-grip on his cock and jerking himself off to completion, a process that took no time at all.

“There you go,” Amy said as Tim shot white seed out of his cock and all over her face. She laughed as his cock continued squirting cum, spasming at least eight times before finally running dry. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Tim let out a deep, shuddering breath and flopped down to the couch next to Amy. Looking over at her, he said, “I still can’t believe you brought a boy into my house.”

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