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KINKY DEPRAVITY

8 PERVERTED TALES

Evan Harder

Copyright 2019 by Evan Harder


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. Adults only. 18+

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

AN AFFAIR WITH THE EXTREMELY KINKY COUGAR (DAY FIVE)

ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION TWO)

POUNDING THE INCREDIBLY FILTHY 19-YEAR OLD SLUT’S ASS

TEACHING HIM TO TAKE CHARGE

BANGING THE KINKY COUGAR

DEPRAVED ANAL THREESOME

DOMINATING THE PERVERTED ESCORT

TURNING HIM INTO MY LITTLE SLUT


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AN AFFAIR WITH THE EXTREMELY KINKY COUGAR (DAY FIVE)


Peter was on his way out the door to get a workout in at the gym when he got a call from Shawna. It was only 10AM, far earlier than he usually heard from her and she normally came to the door instead of calling. He didn’t know if the change in routing was a good or bad thing.

“Hey Shawna, what’s up?” Peter said after answering the phone.

“Not much,” Shawna said. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading out to the gym.”

“Keeping that rock-hard body of yours in shape, huh?”

“That’s the plan,” Peter said. “What are you up to?”

“Actually, I was just hanging out at my friend’s house. We were having a little fun.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep,” Shawna said in her sing-song voice, the one that said she was up to no good, which usually meant good things for him. “And we were wondering if you wanted to come over and keep us company.”

“Is that right?” Peter asked, his excitement building.

“That’s right,” Shawna said. “I was telling my friend about you and she wants to meet you.”

A jolt of electricity shot through his groin at the mere thought of spending time with not only Shawna, but one of her friends too.

“I think I can put off the gym for a while,” Peter said, still trying to sound aloof despite his excitement.

“Great,” Shawna said. “We’ll be waiting for you.”

She rattled off the address and they said their goodbyes and hung up. Peter ran upstairs to throw on some decent clothes then made his way to the garage, into his car, and towards her friend’s house.

Fifteen minutes later Peter knocked on the door. Shawna answered it. She looked great as always, with her attractive face and long, lean, athletic body. Her smile was infectious, and right now it was huge, lighting up her face. She was clearly excited; even more so than usual. She was wearing a red bra and matching panties with red and white 3-inch heels, making her almost as tall as him. She looked stunning, not to mention ready to go at the drop of a hat.

“Hey Shawna,” Peter said, trying to maintain his cool.

“What’s up, Peter,” she replied, standing aside and letting him in.

“Not much,” Peter said after she closed the door behind them. “You’re looking great.”

“Thanks, baby,” Shawna said. “But if you think I look good, just wait. Mia looks incredible.”

“That’s your friend’s name, I assume?”

“Yep,” she said. “And she can’t wait to meet you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Peter said.

“So am I,” Shawna said, grinning like a demon. “So am I.”

She took his hand and led him down the hall, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor. Peter found himself staring at her ass, unable to look away, the 3-inch heels making her already incredibly long legs look like they went on forever.

Shawna stopped right before they came to a partially open door.

“Take a peek,” she said, motioning towards the room with her head.

So Peter did, looking around the corner to see a long, wavy-haired brunette wearing a purple bra and matching heels that were just as high as Shawna’s but no panties. They were already on the floor at the foot of the bed.

Mia’s legs were spread open wide and she was fingering herself. So far she hadn’t noticed that they were watching her. Or if she had, she didn’t acknowledge them in any way. She just kept right on playing with her pussy as though they weren’t even there.

At first glance, Mia was sexier than Shawna, although not as cute, with an angular face and big, full, natural tits. She appeared to be a few inches shorter than Shawna and built differently; short and stacked instead of long and lean. Personally, Peter liked the way Shawna looked better, but not by much. Both were sexy as hell.

“Wow,” Peter said. “You were right. She’s hot as shit.”

Smiling, Shawna nodded. “I told you.”

“Yes you did,” Peter said. “But not as hot as you though.”

“Ahh, you’re so sweet,” Shawna said. “But you don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not,” Peter said, leaning over and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

They made out for a little while, their tongues exploring each others mouths while their hands did to the same to each others bodies. Shawna rubbed his cock over his jeans and Peter returned the favor by slipping his hand under her panties and playing with her pussy.

Shawna suddenly broke off their embrace and dropped to her knees, right there in the hallway. As she started to undo his pants, Peter glanced over at the bed, where Mia was going after herself with three fingers now, slamming them deep inside her pussy while she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

Peter quickly turned his attention back to Shawna, however, once she dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and wrapped her lips around his already hard cock.

Peter let out a soft moan as Shawna started sucking on the tip of his cock. A few seconds later she was blowing him properly, swallowing his whole shaft in long, slow strokes. So far she was treating his cock gently, just getting him warmed up. But it felt so good that he had to take a deep breath to keep himself under control.

Peter glanced over at Mia to see her slipping her fingers out of pussy and into her mouth. After licking them clean of her pussy juices, she returned her fingers back to her pussy, sliding four of them in this time before going back to work on herself.

After watching Mia for a bit, Peter looked down to stare at Shawna as she continued sucking his cock, her eyes turned up to his, maintaining eye contact as she blew him. Within seconds Peter had all but forgotten about Mia; his attention was focused solely on Shawna right now, watching his cock slide in and out of her pretty mouth while her eyes glistened with excitement and pleasure.

“So are you going to keep him all to yourself or are you going to share?” Mia said, startling him. Peter looked up and saw that she was staring right at them, watching Shawna suck his cock. Her fingers were no longer in her pussy but she was rubbing her clit with them.

“I was just getting him warmed up,” Shawna said, pulling her head off his cock, leaving it all wet and slippery.

“Sure you were,” Mia replied, her tone skeptical but playful. “If it were up to you I’d never get a piece of that cock.”

Smiling, Shawna shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a greedy bitch when it comes to cock.”

“Tell me about it,” Mia said, smiling back. Her voice was soft, relaxed, confident and incredibly seductive. “But I want some too. Are you going to let me have some?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Shawna said. She slapped the head of his cock against her tongue a couple of times, then stood up and grabbed ahold of his shaft and used it to lead him over to the middle of the room while Mia slid off the edge of bed and onto her knees on the carpeted floor. Shawna joined her, again dropping to her knees in front of him, this time right next to her friend.

As Shawna held his shaft tight, the two girls made out while Peter watched, amazed at seeing two ridiculously hot, half-naked women kneeling before him. After they broke off their embrace, Shawna angled his cock towards Mia’s mouth.

Mia smiled up at him, then slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip while Shawna ran her tongue up and down his shaft. After half a minute of this, the girls switched places, Shawna taking his cock in her mouth while Mia licked and slobbered over his shaft.

“That feels so fucking good,” Peter said, watching intently. He’d never been with two women at the same time before and it was more exciting than he had ever imagined and they’d barely even gotten started yet.

A short time later, Mia dropped her head down a bit and slid further beneath his legs then took his balls in her mouth. She sucked on his testicles while Shawna blew him, taking his cock further down her throat until it was disappearing completely with every pump.

At one point, Shawna took his cock all the way inside her mouth and held it there for a few seconds, deepthroating him while Mia continued working his balls. The dual sensation was almost more than Peter could take, but he held steady, and eventually Shawna pulled her head away, releasing his cock at the same time Mia popped his balls out of her mouth.

Shawna jerked him off while she caught her breath, the leftover saliva from her blowjob serving as a lube, allowing her hand to fly over his cock. Once she’d recovered, she slid her body down, trading places with Mia, taking his balls in her mouth while Mia wrapped her lips around his cock.

Mia’s blowjob was more frantic than Shawna’s but just as incredible. It was a sloppy, high-energy affair, with Mia slamming her head back and forth while working Peter’s shaft with her hand as well as her mouth. Her hair was flying everywhere and gagging, slurping sounds came out of her mouth.

For her part, Shawna worked his balls with serious intensity, putting them both in her mouth and pulling down on his sack, stretching out the skin and taking him right to the edge of pleasure and pain.

After a good two minutes of working together on his cock, both girls pulled away, leaving him gasping and struggling to regain his composure.

“If I had to guess, I’d say that Peter is enjoying himself,” Mia said, smiling at Shawna.

“I’m pretty sure you’re right,” Shawna said, giggling. She leaned over and slipped her tongue into Mia’s mouth and they made out for a while as Peter watched from above, fascinated, the tip of his cock feeling like it was going to push out of its skin.

“What about you?” Shawna said, looking at Mia after breaking off their embrace. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“You’d better believe it,” Mia said. “ButI’ll be enjoying it more once Peter get his hard cock inside me.”

“Tell me about it,” Shawna said. She turned her eyes back to him. “What do you say, Peter? Are you ready to stick your cock into us?”

“I can't fucking wait,” Peter said.

“Neither can we,” Mia said. She took Shawna’s hand and together they rose to their feet, then crawled up onto the couch and took positions side-by-side, both with their knees on the cushions and their hands on the back of the couch with their asses sticking up in the air, facing him.

Peter was practically salivating as he looked at the pair of two perfect asses staring back at him. Shawna’s was tight as a drum, firm and athletic, while Mia’s was more round and shapely, soft and bubbly. Both were absolutely incredible, just in different ways.

“Well, Peter, ” Shawna said, turning her upper body so she could look back at him. “What are you waiting for?” She reached back and slapped Mia on the ass, eliciting a little yelp and a giggle from her friend.

“Yeah, Peter,” Mia said, returning the favor and slapping Shawna’s ass cheek. “Come on over here and show us what you got.”

Smiling, Peter got to work, sidling up to Shawna’s tight, tiny little ass. He yanked her panties down, freeing up her soaking wet snatch. Her asshole was opened slightly and beckoning, but Peter knew he was going to have to stay away from it on this night. He was already excited as hell, and if he started getting assholes involved he would done within seconds.

As the two girls made out in front of him, he grabbed ahold of his hard cock and slid the tip of it into Shawna’s pussy. She let out a deep, low sigh as he pushed his hips forward, giving her the whole length of his shaft.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking incredible,” Shawna said, breaking off her kiss with Mia to turn and look back at him. “Fuck me with that hard cock of yours, Peter. Fuck me good.”

So Peter did, grabbing ahold of Shawna’s hips and pulling her body backwards as he slammed his forward, bringing them together in the middle, allowing his cock to deeply penetrate her pussy.

As Peter continued pummeling Shawna’s pussy, Mia flipped around and laid her head on Shawna’s ass, watching the proceedings from up close. Her eyes were fixed on Peter’s and her mouth was slightly open.

“Do you want to taste Shawna’s pussy?” Peter asked. “Do you want to lick her juices off of my cock?”

Smiling wickedly, Mia nodded. “Yes please,” she said.

Peter gave Shawna a couple more pumps, then pulled his cock out of her pussy and slipped it into Mia’s open mouth. She sucked on it for a few seconds, working it with her mouth and tongue before gathering up a bunch of saliva and spitting it on his cock. After working the saliva in with her hand, Mia slipped his cock back into Shawna’s pussy.

Mia’s saliva acted as a lube, making things that much more slippery. Between the wetness of Shawna’s pussy and the slickness of his cock, Peter couldn’t have fucked Shawna slowly even if he’d wanted. Luckily he didn’t. Nor did she want him to.

“Give it to me, Peter,” Shawna said. “Give it to me hard. As hard as you can.”

Peter did as he was told, slamming his cock all the way into Shawna, giving it to her balls-deep, their bodies slapping together in wet, sloppy smacks. Mia got involved too, grabbing ahold of one of Shawna’s asscheeks and spreading it wide, opening Shawna up to him even further, allowing him deeper access to her insides.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible,” Shawna said between gasps as Peter continued pumping her pussy. She pressed her face up against the back cushions of the couch, muffling her voice a bit. But she was still pretty damn loud. “Right there, right fucking there! Harder, Peter, harder! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

Peter did what he could, rising up a bit to give himself better leverage and hammering his cock as far into Shawna’s pussy as he could, slamming his hips up against her ass, pushing her entire body forward with every pump while Mia watched from inches away, her eyes lit with excitement.

Reaching out, Peter grabbed ahold of Shawna’s hair and gave it a tug. She loved having her hair pulled and it always took her over the edge. Today was no exception.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Shawna cried as soon as Peter pulled her hair. “Just like that. Just like that! Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair! You’re gonna make me cum! You’re gonna make me fucking cum!”

Peter gave Shawna what she wanted, fucking her with reckless abandon while yanking back on her hair hard enough that she had to arch her spine to alleviate some of the pressure.

A few seconds later, Shawna cried out in a deep, guttural, wordless scream and her body shimmied and shook as an orgasm worked its way through her.

“Holy fuck!” Shawna cried as it wound down. “That was fucking insane!” She quickly slid her body forward, yanking his cock out of her pussy in the process.

As Peter took a moment to catch his breath, Mia switched places with Shawna, turning around into the doggy position and pressing her ass back against him.

“My turn,” Mia said, looking back at him with an evil grin.

“My pleasure,” Peter replied.

“Here,” Shawna said, grabbing his cock. “Let me help.” And with that, she slipped his rock-hard cock into Mia’s pussy.

Both Peter and Mia groaned at the same time as he entered her. She had a tighter pussy than Shawna but she was so wet that there was only a little bit of resistance as his cock made its way into her. And it certainly wasn’t so tight that it affected Mia in any way. She didn’t even bother taking things slow at all, hammering her ass back against him right away, forcing his cock deep inside her with every pump .

“Holy fuck,” Peter said under his breath as Mia slammed her ass back into him, doing all of the work, their bodies coming together with a wet smack.

“She’s got a tight pussy, doesn’t she?” Shawna said, looking at him from the couch with a gigantic smile and dancing eyes.

“Very tight,” Peter said.

“It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” Shawna said.

Biting down on his bottom lip to try and keep himself from doing just that, Peter nodded emphatically.

“Are you close?” Shawna asked.

“Really close,” Peter said between deep breaths designed to stave off orgasm.

“Then I’d better help Mia finish before you do,” Shawna said, climbing down off the couch. She dropped to her knees and positioned herself beneath his legs. Her body facing was facing his and her face was turned up towards the ceiling so her mouth was directly under Mia’s pussy.

Shawna stuck out her tongue and started licking the underside of Mia’s pussy, clearly surprising her friend, causing her to not only let out a high-pitched yelp, but to stop moving her ass back against him. So Peter took control, grabbing Mia’s hips and holding her in place as he slammed his body into hers, making it easier for Shawna to keep her tongue attached to Mia’s pussy.

“Holy fucking shit!” Mia screamed. “Right there, right fucking there!”

Peter could tell that she was getting closer to an orgasm, but he was too, and he had to make sure she got there first. So he decided to take a chance, hoping that it would get Mia over the edge quickly, before it was too late.

Still pummeling away at her with all his energy, Peter released Mia’s hip with one of his hands, freeing it up. Then after sticking his thumb into his mouth to get it lubed up, Peter ran it down the crack of Mia’s ass and slipped it into her asshole.

Mia let out a wordless scream of pleasure, and again began slamming her ass back against him, arching her spine, giving herself more leverage to push back with.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Mia screamed as her legs shook madly.  She pounded her ass backwards, pummeling him with her pussy, forcing his cock deeper inside her than ever before.

Shawna got more involved too, reaching up from beneath them and grabbing Mia’s asscheeks and spreading them wide, opening her up even more to him.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s fucking it!” Mia screamed, not holding back at all now. “Here I cum, here I fucking cum!”

She slammed back into him one last time and held her ass there, pressing up against him, both his cock and thumb having disappeared completely inside her holes. She held her position for a few seconds then released in a screaming spasm as an orgasm washed over her.

As soon as Mia was done cumming, Peter slipped his thumb out of her asshole and went back to work on her pussy, hammering his body against her ass in a fit of energy as he rose to his own orgasm.

Now that she was finished helping Mia get off, Shawna put her hands to use on Peter, cupping his balls and massaging them while he continued fucking Mia from behind.

Shawna’s hands did the trick, taking him over the edge in just a few seconds.

”Goddammit,” Peter moaned, “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

Peter pulled back, yanking his cock from Mia’s pussy as she quickly spun around and climbed off the couch, joining Shawna on the floor at his feet. By the time Mia got there, Shawna was already jerking him off, her hand feverishly working his cock.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Peter said breathlessly as his orgasm arrived.

Smiling up at him, Shawna continued jerking him off with reckless abandon as Peter started to cum, his sperm spraying out of his cock in thick streams.

Shawna didn’t slow down at all, still jerking him off like crazy as Peter came, sending his seed shooting everywhere, all over her and Mia, getting on their face, their hair, their tits, the floor, and even on the couch.

Six or seven gyrations later, his cock had run dry. Both of the girl’s faces were dripping wet with his cum. Still grinning up at him, Shawna slid the tip of his cock into her mouth and gave it a couple of sucks, then popped it out and passed it on to Mia, who did the same, making him shiver due to the sensitivity that always followed an orgasm.

Shawna leaned over and started licking Mia’s face, gathering all of his cum up with her tongue. Once her face was clean, Shawna then moved down to her friend’s tits and cleaned them up too.

After Shawna had finished collecting all of Peter’s sperm off of Mia’s flesh with her tongue, Mia did the same to Shawna, until they were both holding all of his cum in their mouths.

As Peter watched with amazement, Shawna and Mia started making out, sharing his cum between them, Mia giving it all to Shawna, and then Shawna to Mia.

“You two are nasty as hell,” Peter said, laughing softly at their display.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” Shawna said. She turned towards Mia. “Do you want to do the honors?”

Smiling as best she could with a mouthful of cum, Mia nodded. Then she tilted her head back and swallowed all his sperm down in one gulp.

Peter shook his head and chuckled under his breath. “Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s a pretty fun girl,” Shawna said, smiling at her friend.

“As are you,” Mia said to Shawna, returning the grin.

“And I’m one hell of a lucky guy,” Peter added.

They all laughed.

Peter had been joking about how lucky he was but he was serious too. The way he figured it, he was the luckiest guy in the world.

 

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ENJOYING A VERY DIRTY WEEKEND WITH MY IMPOSSIBLY NAUGHTY GIRLFRIEND (SESSION TWO)

It always makes laugh whenever anyone is uncomfortable when the subject of sex comes up.

Sex is a natural part of our lives, something we can’t live without, at least not happily. Especially when it’s between two people that care about each other, regardless of whether or not they’re married. And it should be celebrated, not frowned upon.

It took me a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Christian household, where sex was demonized from as early as I can remember thinking about it. Sex is evil, it’s dirty, it’s a sin against God, you can’t talk about it, you can’t think about it, if you play with yourself you’ll go blind, all that shit. I was petrified of it. And embarrassed. Feeling guilty about jerking off, about looking at nude pictures, even about getting a boner.

Even in college, after I realized just how ridiculous and backwards that sort of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, like taking charge of a sexual situation, or being willing to push the boundaries in the bedroom without were all but lost on me. That deep-rooted guilt just didn’t allow me to do certain things.

And then Vicki came along for the second time. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards getting more comfortable, not only in bed itself, but outside of it too. Talking about sex, discussing our wants and desires openly instead of trying to drag it out of each other like most couples.

 It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do those kinds of things. It embarrassed me; I wasn’t really all that comfortable in the bedroom and certainly not discussing sex outside of it. Even once I got over my doubts and got into the swing of things, that strange combination of guilt and embarrassment would inevitably rear its ugly head. I was always worried that the sexual component  was somehow  going to cause problems the next morning, or down the road somewhere.

But it didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to be open about sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.

 

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Dinner was incredible. We didn’t mess around with any salads or crap like that; we went straight for the main course. Steaks. New York Strip for me and Filet Mignon for Vicki. Plus chocolate sin cake for dessert. Not to mention two more bottles of wine while we ate. By the time we were done eating we were getting funny looks from the other diners. But we didn’t care. Not one bit. We were drunk and aching to get back to the room and if the tables near us overheard what we saying to each other, so what? It wasn’t our fault they weren’t comfortable enough with sex to hear it discussed by a couple of strangers.

Walking through the casino was a blast. Upon leaving the restaurant we’d decided to see how much we could get away with before security got involved. As it turned out, in Vegas, you can get away with almost anything short of fucking right there in the middle of the casino.

During our time across the floor we made out, groped each other, talked aloud about what we were going to do to each other once back in the room, fondled each other’s private parts and generally made a spectacle of ourselves without getting in trouble. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few dirty looks and some thinly-veiled comments but nothing serious.

The elevator was quite an adventure too. We were the only ones inside, so I stuck the key card into the slot and pressed the button for the 47th floor. Vicki was all over me the moment the door closed, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator and sticking her tongue in my mouth while she rubbed my cock, which was pressing painfully against the thin material of my pants and had been for some time.

“Good old Viagra,” she said. “It just doesn’t quit, does it?”

“I think it has more to do with you than the Viagra.”

Smiling, she dropped to her knees.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I said.

“No, but I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Vicki said as she unzipped my pants with practiced ease, reached in and slipped my cock out.

Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Vicki took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to blow me while I watched the numbers above the elevator door rise into the mid 20’s. I looked down to watch her work when suddenly the elevator slowed down. I snapped my head up, saw that we were still in the 30’s, and quickly pulled Vicki to her feet. I turned her around and pulled her in close so her lower half was pressing up against my cock, hiding it from view as the elevator came to a stop on floor 35.

Vicki’s hair was mussed up and there was a little bit of saliva on her chin but she didn’t care. In fact, I knew she got off on this sort of thing. It was probably the reason why she’d gone down on me in the first place, just hoping that something like this would happen.

A little bell dinged and the doors opened, revealing a balding, middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a bucket of ice in his hands. He saw us and immediately understood what was going on. He hesitated a moment then stepped into the elevator, his face already starting to turn red. He pressed the button for the 36th floor and shot us an embarrassed look as the doors closed.

“The ice machine was broken on my floor,” he said sheepishly. He was holding the bucket of ice directly in front of his groin, no doubt to hide the swiftly growing tent.

“Don’t you hate that?” Vicki said, smiling broadly at looking right at him.

The man nodded and looked down at the floor. I just stared straight ahead, looking at Vicki in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying not to burst out laughing. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a wink.

The elevator rose one floor, dinged and stopped again. The doors opened and the man hustled out into the hallway without another word.

We were laughing uncontrollably before the doors even closed behind him. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and the elevator started moving again.

“So do you have anything special you want me to do to you tonight?” I asked as the elevator rose towards our floor.

“Are you taking requests?”

“If you’ve got any.”

“Oh, I’ve got a couple things in mind.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, you know that thing you do with your fingers?”

“Of course.”

“I want you to do that until I’m begging you to stop,” Vicki said, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “And then I want you to keep on doing it, and keep on doing it, and keep on doing it until I’m going to fucking explode.” She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. “And then I want you to do it some more.”

Just thinking about it made my throat dry up. “Anything else?” I managed.

“Yeah. But let’s just start with that one for now. I’ll tell you the other things as we go along.”

“Fair enough.”

“What about you?” she asked as the elevator came to a stop on our floor.

“Just one,” I said as the doors opened and we made our way down the hall towards our room.

“That’s it?”

I nodded.

“Well,” Vicki said, glancing over at me. “Are you going to spit it out or leave me guessing?”

“I want you to sit on my face,” I said.

Vicki tilted her head and gave me a curious look. Which is exactly what I expected. And with good reason. She’d sat on my face a couple times but it was always something she’d initiated. I’d never asked for it before. And even though it wasn’t normally my favorite thing in the world I was craving it at that moment, and not only because she enjoyed it so much.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“I’m positive,” I said. “I want you to smother me with your pussy so I can’t breathe. I want to be helpless beneath you. I want you to make me suffer. I want you to own me.”

She giggled excitedly and stood on her toes and gave me a peck on the cheek. Then she grabbed my hand and started jogging down the hall towards our room.

“Come on,” she said, dragging me along. “If you don’t hurry up I’m going to jump you right here in the hall.”

“So who gets to go first?” Vicki asked as I stuck the keycard into the door.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

We entered the room and I shut the door behind us.

“Are you sure you don’t care either way?” she said.

“Not at all,” I said as we made our way towards the couch. “What do you want?”

“I’ll show you what I want,” Vicki said, giving me a little shove that knocked me back onto the couch. Just like that, her face flipped; no longer was she the excited, playful girl she’d been the whole night. Now she was Vicki the man-killer, fierce and angry and in-charge. Just the way I wanted her. At least for a little while.

She hitched her dress up, revealing a luscious bit of leg above her thigh-high stockings, and straddled me. Leaning forward, she whispered in my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she said. “Because I’m not going to have any mercy on you. I’m going to take what I want without giving you a second thought.”

“I’m positive,” I said, literally shivering with excitement. “I want you to do your worst.”

“If you insist,” Vicki said almost apologetically. “But you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She flipped my shirt over itself a couple of times and tightened it up then wrapped it around my throat and used it to choke me. “Now, you are going to do exactly as I say, right?”

I nodded.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“That’s a good boy.”

Vicki released the shirt and threw it to the ground. She grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and slowly ran her fingertips down my face with the other. “You pretend like you’re such a big, tough guy, but we both know the truth, don’t we?”

She slapped me on the cheek, hard enough to sting.

“We know that you’re just like all the other boys,” she said. “Insecure. Pathetic. Weak.”

She slapped me again, harder this time.

Vicki’s no waif; she stands right around 5’9” and weighs a solid 140 pounds, mostly muscle. She’s a former college athlete who works out at least 5 times a week. All of which is a long way of saying that she can do some damage when she puts her mind to it. And this was one of those times.

But despite the pain, I smiled. I just couldn’t help myself. This was just too much fun. Exactly what I’d be hoping for. She had a way of knowing what I wanted. It was one of her many gifts.

“Oh you think this is funny, do you?” Vicki said, yanking on my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck to her.

“No,” I said. “Just exciting.”

“Exciting, huh? So you enjoying being treated like shit?”

“Only by you.”

She glared at me. “That better not be sarcasm.”

“It’s not.”

“Uh-huh,” Vicki said as she climbed off me. She was standing in front of me, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips. “Well, we’ll just see how much you enjoy being degraded. Slide down the couch until you’re sitting on the floor with your head on the couch.”

I did as I was told, sliding in-between her legs so she was standing over me, one leg on either side of my body and her hands on her hips. My ass was on the carpet, my back up against the front of the couch and my head lying on the cushion. Just looking up at her from down here made my dick ache with excitement. I automatically started playing with myself to relieve some of the pressure.

She kicked my arm away with the tip of her pumps.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No.”

“That’s right,” Vicki said. “I didn’t. Hands at your sides, mister.” She undid the back of her dress and let it slide off her body, leaving her in only a black lace bra and matching panties, black thigh-high stockings and black fuck-me pumps.

Vicki was a ridiculously gorgeous woman no matter what she was wearing but the severity and simplicity of the outfit was positively stunning. And the angle in which I was taking her in was almost too much for me to handle. It took all I had to keep my hands by my sides.

“Are you ready for this pussy?” she said, sliding her hand down her stomach and into her panties and starting to rub.

I nodded.

“Yeah, you think you’re ready,” Vicki said as she pulled her panties off and stepped forward. She put one knee up on the couch, alongside my head, then brought the other one up so her pussy was hovering right above my face. “But we’re about to see if you really are.”

And then she dropped her pussy right onto my face.

She just sat there, unmoving, smothering my face with her pussy, forcing me to breathe in her essence if I wanted to take any breath at all. And so I did, finding just enough nourishment to keep my lungs filled, the time stretching out like warm taffy until it was meaningless, my entire world consisting of nothing but Vicki’s fragrant wetness.

Some time later Vicki raised up just a bit, just barely giving me a chance to catch my breath before dropping down onto my face again. But this time she didn’t sit still. She rode me like I was a horse, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my face, from my chin to my nose, varying the pressure slightly depending on her whims, making me sloppy with her juices.

“Stick your tongue out,” she said.

Of course I obliged her immediately.

“That’s better,” Vicki said, her movements becoming more focused, less frenzied, as she tried to find the perfect spot for my tongue to go. And then she did. “There it is,” she moaned, leaning forward a bit to free up her hands, which she used to spread her pussy even further, allowing my tongue to penetrate her deeper.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, working her pussy relentlessly, using my tongue to give her what she needed. “It turns out you’re good for something after all.”

My right hand went to my cock and started to stroke it, taking care of that particular irrational need. If there’s a man out there who can leave his hard dick alone for an extended time when it’s not being serviced by someone else I’d like to meet him and learn the trick. I just can’t do it. At least, not for very long.

I was stroking myself when Vicki started bouncing on my face, forcing my tongue deeper and deeper inside her, her ass cheeks slapping against my face, her moans growing more and more frenzied and guttural, her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she bounced and bounced and bounced endlessly. And then she was no longer bouncing but grinding, digging her snatch into my face, owning me, dominating me, using me strictly for her pleasure, her moans turning even more intense until she let out a single cry and sat down on top of me and stayed there, smothering me, her body quivering, her legs squeezing my head until it felt like it was going to pop.

Finally Vicki rose up, allowing me to breath, which I did in large gulps while smiling up the length of her body at her lovely face. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had started to run and her face was red from exertion but her smile was wide and genuine.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she asked.

“Better,” I replied.

“Oh, I doubt that,” she said, laughing. “Do you want some more?”

“Yes please.”

“If you insist,” she said, pretending to be disappointed. “But this time I’m going to pay a little attention to your beautiful cock, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” I said.

Vicki grabbed one of the throw pillows and slid off the couch. She set the pillow down on the carpet next to my head and tapped me on the shoulders. I slid my head down from the couch so my whole body was lying on the floor, face up, my head on the pillow. Vicki spun around so she was facing away from me then once again sat on my face.

Vicki was more gentle this time, providing enough pressure to satisfy her need without smothering me, not forcing the issue, allowing me a little room to roam with my tongue. Plus she had started playing with my cock, which excited me even more, and in turn provided me with more incentive to return the favor.

I went to town on her pussy, licking and tonguing and sucking on it, tasting her musty sweetness, seeing how much noise I could get her to make. And she made quite a bit, mostly wordless moans of pleasure punctuated with the occasional gasp of breath when I did something out of the ordinary, like dig in a little deeper or spend a little time licking her asshole.

It wasn’t long before she was bent over and sucking my cock while I ate her out, both of us varying the speed and pressure, using what we were doing to the other person to relay our own needs. When I wanted her to blow me faster I worked my tongue more quickly. When I wanted it deeper, I stuck my tongue deeper inside her. And she did the same thing. Pretty soon we were both going after each other with an intensity just short of madness, Vicki slobbering all over my cock as she took it all the way down her throat, me attacking her pussy with reckless abandon, licking and sucking her silky smoothness, getting her juices all over my face, and both of us loving every second of it.

“Enough of this shit,” Vicki said, pulling herself up and spinning around so she was facing me, her legs on each side of my body. “I need your cock inside me.”

She squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it into her pussy, gasping slightly as it slipped in. Biting her bottom lip, her eyes locked on mine, she started slowly moving up and down on my cock, expertly taking it in her pussy from tip to base, her perfect, gorgeous body hovering above me. Her body control was ridiculous; she moved with grace despite the awkwardness of her position, balanced only by her hands on my chest and her feet on the floor. The only evidence of effort was reflected in her rippling leg muscles as she moved up and down.

“Holy shit,” I said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah?” she said. “You like that? You like it when I slam my pussy into you?”

“I fucking love it.”

She took her hands off my chest and put them on the ground behind her so she was leaning back, which allowed her to move even faster. Pretty soon she was bouncing on my cock, her ass slapping against my groin as she drove her pussy down, down, down into me. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back, punctuating her perfect rack and flat stomach and revealing the hollow of her neck, which for some unknown reason had always turned me on like crazy.

I grabbed ahold of her ass and held it in place slightly above me and started thrusting my hips upward, giving her a little break and myself a chance to take control. I was slamming into her, my cock ramming up into her pussy, my hips bouncing off her ass, grunting with the effort while she screamed in pleasure.

And then Vicki was dropping to her knees and riding me like a proper cowgirl, her slim body bouncing up and down, my hands on her tits, grasping and squeezing and pinching her nipples as she transitioned into grinding atop me, moving forward and backward, then side to side, taking my cock with her wherever her pussy went. I slapped her tits a couple of times then slid my hands down her body and past her hips and grabbed ahold of her asscheeks, one in each hand. I spread her cheeks apart, opening her up even further, allowing me deeper access to her.

This always excited the hell out of her and tonight was no exception. An inarticulate mumble came from her mouth and then she leaned forward and began bouncing harder and harder, driving her body down onto mine, her hair flying everywhere, masking her face as she pummeled me as though trying to jackhammer me into the floor for good.

The pounding I was taking was starting to make my back sore so I started lifting my hips right as our bodies came together to lessen some of the pressure, which ended up allowing for even deeper penetration and elicited another round of squealing from Vicki. Our bodies slammed together a few more times before she came down on me one last time and held it there, her body shaking and her breath catching in her throat as she had another orgasm. Number Two on the session. Not that I was keeping count or anything.

Vicki climbed off me and slid her body backwards so she could lick her juices off my cock. After cleaning it off with her tongue she took it in her mouth, blowing me and jerking me off while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Getting a blowjob immediately after a hardcore pound session was always an incredible feeling. A much different sensation than getting one before fucking. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t at the moment I wasn’t very concerned about the reasons. All I know is that it felt extremely good. Too good, in fact. Vicki had me right on the verge of cumming but I didn’t want to go there. Not yet. I wanted to fuck her some more first.

So I fought off the nearly insurmountable ingrained desire to spread my seed and grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her head off my cock. It was my turn to take control.

Maintaining my hold on Vicki’s hair, I stood up and led her over to the wall-sized window looking over the neon-lit playground of the Vegas Strip. Once there I pressed her body against the glass so she was facing the Strip. Her palms were pressed on the window above her head and her ass was to me, her heels bringing up right up to the same level as my cock.

“You like the view?” I said as I reached around with my free hand and started playing with her pussy.

“Yes.”

I went after her snatch a little more aggressively. “Do you want me fuck you from behind while you’re looking at it?”

“Yes,” she said between deep breaths.

“Beg for it,” I said, slipping my fingers deeper inside her.

“Please fuck me,” Vicki said, her face turned sideways to the glass so she could look back at me. Her voice dripped with need, playing up her part to make me happy. “Please stick that hard cock inside of me and pound me with it.”

Listening to her talk like that made me shiver in delight. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stuck them in her mouth.

“You like that don’t you,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You like tasting yourself.”

Vicki nodded, her mouth too full to talk. I shoved my fingers further into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She coughed but didn’t gag; she never did. I let her lick my fingers clean before pulling them back out. Then I moved my hand down to my cock to help guide it into her pussy.

Vicki gasped as I entered her. “That feels so fucking good,” she said. “Fuck me with that big cock of yours. I want to feel every inch of it inside me.”

And so fuck her I did, giving it to her in long, slow strokes while I alternated between looking down at the her ass, up at her face and out over the Vegas Strip. All three of the views were spectacular, each for different reasons. I explored her body with my hands while I fucked her, from her butt to her hips to her tits to her neck before finally settling on her hair. I grasped it with both hands and gave a yank, pulling her head towards me, arching her back, accentuating her perfect curves even further.

I started picking up speed, moving my hips more and more quickly while she bucked her ass up against my hips, my grunts and her groans growing ever louder while we both worked our bodies against each other. We were in a perfect rhythm based on hundreds of hours of experience together, her ass slamming into me just as I reached the tip of my thrust, my cock going into her pussy balls deep every time, heightening the sensation.

We went on like this for a couple more minutes, me growing ever closer to climax with every pump but trying desperately to hold it off for as long as possible. Fucking Vicki simply felt too good to end it any sooner than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately the time came when I could no longer hold out. I pulled my cock out of Vicki’s pussy, spun her around and pushed her down until she was squatting on the floor. With my hands on her head, holding her in place against the window, I fucked her mouth, my cock sliding in and out of those red, perfect lips, her eyes looking up at me, wide and full of need.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, giving Vicki enough time to switch things up if she didn’t want me spewing in her mouth. But she make no move to pull away, giving me implicit permission to do whatever I wanted.

So I did, pumping her mouth a few more times before giving her one last warning with a quick, “shit, shit, shit,” under my breath before I exploded, coating her mouth with my cum and sending it shooting down her throat.

Vicki didn’t even flinch, taking my sperm with aplomb, continuing even to work my cock with her mouth after I’d was finished shooting my seed, blowing me until it gave me the shivers.

I backed away, laughing, while Vicki looked up at me with satisfaction painted in her eyes after having got the best of me at the tail end of the session. I helped her to her feet and then picked her up and carried her over to the couch. I set her down sideways, so she was laying lengthwise, then started back towards the kitchen area.

“You want some more wine?” I asked.

“I’d love some,” she replied. “And some water too.”

“My pleasure.”

I grabbed a bottle of wine I’d opened earlier to let breathe—Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap—plus two glasses and two bottles of water. I handed one of the water bottles to Vicki and drained one myself, then poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, sliding beneath her legs so they were laying on top of me.

“So how was it?” I asked as I undid her heels and let them drop to the floor. Now Vicki had nothing but her stockings on, which I didn’t plan on removing.

“It was great,” she replied.

“Any complaints?”

“None whatsoever,” she said, drinking from her glass.

“I didn’t get to your request,” I said.

“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”   

“Of course it is,” I said. I drained my glass of wine in one long pull and set the glass on the coffee table beside the couch. “You told me exactly what you wanted and now I mean to give it to you.”

Vicki giggled softly as I ran my hand up her leg and started rubbing her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass next to mine and opened her legs for me.

What she had called earlier “that thing with you fingers” wasn’t anything special, just your basic average everyday finger-fucking. What set me apart from the pack was three things:

First, my abnormally long fingers. They were a full inch longer than most men with the same sized hands as me. Which is a pretty big advantage when you think about it.

Second was my uncanny stamina. Twenty years of pitching a baseball had given my right arm a rubber-band like elasticity, capable of functioning under duress far longer than most other men.

Third, and most importantly, was my absolute enthusiasm for fucking a girl with my fingers. I don’t get why more guys don’t embrace this aspect of sex. It gets the girl off just as much as fucking her (and often more so) without any danger of premature ejaculation or any other embarrassing flubs on your end. You can quite literally get your girl off as much as you want without having to worry about fucking anything up. And if she’s already satisfied before you stick your cock in her you’ve already won. And more importantly, so has she.

Anyway, I started Vicki off slowly, with two fingers exploring various parts of the outside of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and teasing and occasionally slipping them in just for a moment at a time, reading her body language, sometimes giving her more of what she wanted, sometimes leaving her wanting more.

I gradually worked my fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, just like the noises that were coming from her throat. Curling the tips of my fingers inward, I went to work on her G-spot, putting pressure on the pebbly surface while I worked my fingers inside her, moving them faster and faster and faster still.

I threw one of Vicki’s legs over my shoulder and moved in closer towards her, altering the angle of attack slightly, allowing for a little different pressure point. She seemed to enjoy the change immensely, rising her hips up to accept my fingers and throwing her head back so she was staring at the ceiling while she aggressively bucked against me.

Inarticulate noises of pleasure were coming from her mouth, which were amplified when I reached around her leg and grabbed ahold of her right breast and started tweaking the nipple. I gave it a firm squeeze, which was immediately followed by a piercing yelp and Vicki’s head snapping forward to shoot me a glare that said, “Don’t you dare do that again.”

Smiling wryly, enjoying every second of domination I had over her, I slipped another finger inside Vicki, eliciting another gasp of pleasure followed by her eyes rolling up in her sockets. My fingers still curled inward, I slammed my hand up into her, the tightness forcing me to push harder to reach her G-spot. I grabbed her leg off my shoulder and pushed it back towards her head folding one side of her body in half.

Vicki had been in this position many times before and knew what I wanted without me having to tell her. She brought her other leg up and immediately hooked her arms around the back of her knees to hold her legs in place, allowing me to climb up further towards her and give myself a better angle to get where I needed to be.

From here I could get my weight behind my arm and easily reach her G-spot, even with three fingers inside her.

“Holy fuck that feels so good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy, working them feverishly back and forth, back and forth, ignoring the burn in my forearm. “Right there right there right fucking there!”

I could feel her body tensing beneath me as she rose towards orgasm, which just fueled me to go after her pussy even faster and more aggressively, giving everything I had to help her get there. And it wasn’t long before she did, gripping her legs more tightly to keep them from flinging back at me, her pussy quivering, trying to force my fingers out but I was having none of it, holding them inside her, the tips pressing forcefully against her G-spot as she came in a rush of breath and a wordless squeal of pure delight.

Her body shuddered and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath but I didn’t let her, going back to work with my fingers almost immediately.

“Okay, okay, enough already, enough,” she said between gasping breaths, grabbing at my arm, trying to pull it away.

“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not done yet.”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.

“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”

“No, I can’t,” she said, pulling more insistently at my arm. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

“Soon,” I said, pulling my fingers from her clit and slipping them back into her pussy. “In a little while, I promise. But first I need to finish you off.”


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