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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+
















One of the coolest things about being a dirty little slut is you are constantly surprising people. And not only people that haven’t met you before, but people you’ve been with multiple times.

The key to being a true dirty slut, however, is the ability to surprise people that you’ve banged multiple times before. Take Chris, for example. I’ve been with him four times before, and he’s pretty damn good in the sack. Even though we’ve done some pretty fucked-up things, he still has no idea how depraved I can be. We’ve never gotten too crazy, even though I get a strong sense that he’d like to.

Every time I’m with him I keep waiting for him to take things a little further and I can tell that he wants too also. I think he’s just holding back because we don’t know each other all that well and it’s a pretty big leap to take, going from fairly normal, hard sex to roughing a girl up, especially since we’ve only fucked a couple of times, and a few months apart to boot. But that’s what I’m in the mood for tonight. And since Chris is the only man I’ve been able to get a hold of tonight, he’s just going to have to give me what I want. Whether he likes it or not.

So after giving him a call and inviting him over to my place, I get myself ready then hang out on the couch with a bottle of wine while I wait for him to arrive.

At just before 8pm there’s a knock on my door. I put my wine glass and the now-empty bottle of wine back in the kitchen, then head over and answer it.

I open the door and just stand there, staring at Chris, and more importantly, letting him stare at me. I’m wearing a cutoff, blue-and-white striped long sleeve t-shirt that barely covers my small but perky tits and shows off my perfectly tanned, washboard stomach and blue panties that show off my long, shapely legs and tight ass.

For his part, Chris is dressed up in a collared shirt and slacks, looking long and lean and sexy as usual. His dark hair is longer than the last time I’d seen him, almost reaching his shoulders, making his already angular features seem even more chiseled.

“So are you going to come in or just stand there looking at me?” I say, giving him a little bit of attitude.

A little grin shows up on his face and he steps inside the room. “It’s good to see you, too,” he says, his tone sarcastic.

“So what’s on tap for this evening?” I ask after we make our way over towards the couch. But we don’t sit down, we just stand there, looking at each other, both with little smirks on our face.

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

Chris nods but he’s a little apprehensive about it, probably due to my tone.

I flash him a devilish smile. “Are you sure?”

“I thought so,” he says. “But with the way you’re looking at me right now, I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Well you’d better be,” I say. “Otherwise I’ll just have to go find someone else to give me what I need.”

“And what is it that you need, exactly?” he asks.

“I need to get punished,” I say. “Do you think you can punish me?”

“Oh, I could probably do that,” Chris says, his eyes lighting up and his grin growing larger.

Yep, just like I thought. He’s totally into that sort of thing. But I still need to push him further, to get him in the correct mindset to truly let it go. “Probably? Or definitely?”

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

“That’s not good enough,” I say. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know that you can take things all the way. I mean, really lay into me.”

“I can do that,” Chris says, the look on his face displaying the attitude that I knew was always right below the surface.

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

“Shit, you know I can take whatever your pathetic ass can dish out,” I say, knowing that he’ll take the challenge to heart. He’s definitely one of those macho guys that has to accept every front to his ego head on. Without exception. He was just born and bred that way.

Chris’s eyes light up even further. “You talk a big game,” he says. “But I don’t think you can truly handle me.”

“I always have before.”

“That’s because I always took it easy on you.”

“And why is that? Do you think you’re going to break me or something?”

He just shrugs. But he is grinning and his eyes are lit up. He thinks he’s too much for me. Time to put him in his place.

“You think you’re a badass but you ain’t shit,” I say, knowing just how hard he’s going to try and prove me wrong. Which is exactly the point. “I’ve had 18-year old girls rough me up more than you’re going to.”

“Is that how you want it?” he says, his smile growing wider. “Rough?”

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”


“I can do anything to you I want?”

“Anything at all,” I say, walking towards him. “Choking, slapping, hair-pulling, and more. The whole nine yards.”

“I don’t know,” he says, backing up slightly as I approached, suddenly apprehensive.

“I knew it,” I say. “You’re all talk. When it comes to doing the deed you just don’t have the balls.”

His grin takes on a harder edge. I’m starting to get to him. Time to pour it on.

“You’re scared,” I say. “I can see it in your eyes. You don’t think I can take what you have in mind.”

“I know you can’t,” he says.

“Try me,” I say. “Fucking try me and let’s find out who’s right and who’s wrong.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” he says, suddenly yanking my shirt off, exposing my small, perky tits. My nipples are already rock hard. He fondles one of my tits and roughly pinches my nipple, forcing a gasp from my throat. Then, without warning, he slaps down on it.

I bite down on my bottom lip and let out a little moan. It hurts for just a moment before fading into pleasure.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, smiling wickedly. “Do it again.”

Grinning back at me, Chris slaps down on my tit again, harder this time.

“Harder,” I say.

So he does, hard enough that the sound echoes about the room.

“Harder,” I say again, even though tears are leaking out of my eyes and my tit already stings. “Like you mean it.”

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

Grinning wickedly now, he does it again. And again. And again, forcing me to flinch more every time.

But then, at just the right time, he stops. Chris is smart enough to know that mixing pleasure in with the pain keeps things infinitely more interesting.

Bending down, Chris leans forward and takes my raw nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gently, my pleasure heightened because of the sudden absence of pain. But he doesn’t let me feel good for too long.

Rising up, he lets my nipple pop out of his mouth, then goes to work on my other tit, slapping away at it until I’m just about to go over the edge between pleasure and pain before bringing me back down by caressing my nipple with his mouth.

“Not bad,” I say. “Not bad at all. But still I need more.”

“Don’t worry,” Chris says, spinning me around so my back is to him. “You’re gonna get it.”

He grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. Then, holdings my wrists together against my back with one hand, he uses his free hand to pull off his belt.

“Let’s see how you like this,” he says as he wraps his belt around my wrists in an interlocking fashion and then tightens it, incapacitating my arms behind my back before spinning me around so I’m facing him again.

“I fucking love it,” I say, smiling widely.

Without warning, Chris grabs ahold of my throat and starts to squeeze, not so much that I can’t breathe, but not lightly either. With his other hand, he slaps my face. The sound fills the room like a gunshot.

After taking a moment to let me recover, Chris slaps me again. He’s squeezing my throat more tightly, making it extremely difficult to breathe. But still he doesn’t let up, slapping me again.

I can feel my face turning red as I try in vain to get air into my lungs. But still I don’t want him to stop, which is a good thing because it doesn’t appear that he has any intention of doing so.

He slaps me again. And again.

Chris is squeezing my throat with everything he has now, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even though the rational part of my brain knows that I’m not in any danger, my body rebels against the lack of air, my arms straining against their bonds, but I can’t break free.

With my hands bound behind my back there’s nothing I can do to stop Chris from exerting his will over me. I can only hope that he lets me breathe before it’s too late. He is no longer slapping my face, but he’s still pinching my throat with his fingers.

Staring directly at me, his face inches from mine, he carefully watches my eyes as I slip towards unconsciousness.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Chris says, his voice sounding tinny and far away to my ears.

I try to nod my head but I can’t move it.

The world starts to gray around the edges and now I can no longer hold my head upright. A couple seconds later the world goes black.

The next thing I know, everything around me is in ultra-bright colors as I gasp and cough, trying to get air into my lungs. My entire body is tingling from the sensation, from my head to my toes and everything in between. And my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been in my life, soaking my panties as though they’ve just been through the washing machine.

Chris takes advantage of my wetness, sliding my panties down my legs then slipping two fingers into my pussy.

I let out a loud gasp as he starts to bang away at my insides, not even bothering to take things slowly.

It isn’t long before he adds a third finger into the mix, then a fourth, jamming them into my soaking wet pussy and hammering away at my snatch without mercy while my body shakes and shimmies and I gasp for breath as an orgasm quickly builds inside me.

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

After destroying my pussy with four fingers for half a minute, he turns up the heat, again reaching out with his free hand and wrapping it around my throat.

Staring at me, his eyes locked onto mine, Chris chokes me while continuing to mercilessly hammer my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me now.

 The pleasure I’m feeling combined with my lack of air supply is intoxicating and it brings me to within inches of cumming again. Before I know it, I’m right on the edge, my body tight and tense, just waiting for the cue to release.

And then it comes, as Chris lets go off my throat but continues banging away at my pussy.

I let out a deep growl as an orgasm pours through my body, causing me to shake and shimmy and shoot a river of juices out of my pussy and all over the floor.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moan as my body starts to recover. “That was fucking incredible!”

But Chris isn’t satisfied. Without so much as even acknowledging my declarations of pleasure, he spins me around so I’m facing the wall then shoves me up against it. With my face and chest against the wall, Chris presses his body up against mine, his hard cock (which is still trapped in his pants) pushing up against my lower back.

“Is this what you want?” Chris says, his mouth right against my ear. “To be held up against the wall and fucked without mercy?”

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

“Yeah, I bet it is,” Chris says. “Because you’re a filthy fucking slut.”

“That’s right,” I say. “The filthiest.”

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

“I want it,” I said, my voice an exaggerated whine. “Please give it to me.”

“What do you want?” he asks, taunting me, playing with me.

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

“Tell me,” he says. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want your cock,” I say, rubbing my ass back against him. I can feel his cock pressing even harder against his jeans now. I can’t wait to feel it pounding away at me.

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

“Say it again. I want to hear it again.”

“I want your cock inside of me,” I say, my voice radiating need. “Please give it to me. Please.”

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

And with that, Chris grabs a handful of my hair and uses it do lead me across the room towards the couch.

Once we’re there, he hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist and picks me up. After spinning me around, he drops me onto the couch. I’m upside down and backwards, my back resting on the cushions with my still-bound arms between them, my head hanging off the front of the couch, where the legs usually go, and my legs draped over the back, where the head usually is.

Once I’m in position, Chris pulls his pants off and drops to his knees. His cock is stiff as a board and resting on the underside of my chin. He grabs ahold of his shaft and smacks me with his cock a couple of times and then slides it into my mouth.

Chris proceeds to fuck my face, going full-bore right from the get-go, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. After a little while, he grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and hammers his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.

With my head hanging upside-down, there’s nothing I can do to stop the saliva from pouring out of my mouth. It’s dripping down my face, getting into my eyes and nose, coating my features, turning me into a disgusting, drooling, coughing mess.

But Chris doesn’t slow down one bit, pumping my mouth a few more times before slamming his cock into me balls-deep, forcing me to deepthroat him.

“That’s right,” Chris says. “Take it. Take my whole fucking cock in your throat.”

His cock is deep inside my throat for a full five seconds before I start to gag and try to pull away. But Chris is having none of it. Leaning forward, he forces his cock even deeper inside my throat, something I didn’t think was possible.

“You wanted it rough,” he says. “So now you’re getting it.”

I gag again, a little more deeply this time, and my legs start banging against the back of the couch. I’m doing everything I can to squirm away but I simply don’t have any leverage at all in my current position and don’t make any progress.

Chris holds his cock in my throat for at least another five seconds before finally pulling off. Smiling, he stares down at me as I cough and gasp, searching for air.

“Was that too much?” he asks, letting his tough-guy façade slip for a moment.

“Hell no,” I reply, matching his grin. “I’m loving every minute of this.”

Laughing, Chris shakes his head. “You’re out of control.”

“Just keep it coming,” I say. “I can take more.”

“If you insist,” Chris says.

After getting back into character, he grabs me by the ankles and pulls my legs up further, so my head is lying atop the couch instead of hanging down. Once I’m in position, he steps forward and puts his knees on the couch and squats down, straddling my head so his ass right above my face and his balls are hovering over my mouth.

“Suck on my balls,” says, dropping them down onto my mouth.

“With pleasure,” I say, taking the whole package into my mouth, sucking on both of his balls at once.

Chris moans as I work his balls, sucking and slurping on them, my tongue moving around to keep him on his toes.

This goes on for a full minute before Chris is ready to move on. He rises up a bit, popping his balls from my mouth, then spits on my face and uses his cock to rub in the saliva in before smacking me with it a couple of times.

Then, without any further warning, drops his ass down, using my face as a seat cushion.

I immediately go to work on his asshole, licking it up and down and around the edges while he hovers above me.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Chris says. After a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, he says, “Stick your tongue out. I want to ride your fucking tongue.”

I do as I’m told, making my tongue rigid and sticking it out of my mouth.

“There you go,” Chris says, rubbing his ass back and forth along my face, riding my tongue with his asshole. “Don’t fucking move.”

Chris grinds on my face for a little bit, his asshole getting wider and wider with every pass, until finally it’s wide enough to accept the tip of my tongue inside it.

He moans softly and stops grinding. Reaching down, he spreads his ass cheeks, opening himself further up to me, then drops his full weight onto my face, smothering me with his ass, my tongue sliding a good two inches into his anus.

“Holy fucking shit,” Chris says. A few seconds later, he goes to work on my tits, smacking away at them while I continue tonguing his asshole. He’s trying to take his mind off of cumming by turning his attention to my tits, but I don’t think he’s having any success. From the way his body is tensed up, I think he’s right on the verge of cumming.

My suspicions are confirmed a short time later, when he suddenly jumps up off of my face, forcing my tongue out of his asshole. I watch with amusement as he grips his cock tightly but that doesn’t seem to be working, so he gives it a couple of good, hard smacks to calm it down.

“Did it work?” I ask, smiling at him from my upside down position.

“For the time being,” he says.

“It better have,” I say, messing with him just a bit. “Because I still need more from you.”

“Maybe you do,” he says. “But I’m not sure how much more I can give you. I’m ready to cum and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“Then let’s take care of that,” I say.

“I’ll give it a shot,” Chris says. “But I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

“Don’t worry about the length of time,” I say. “Just worry about how hard and rough you can get. That’s what really matters to me at this point.”

Chris takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “If you insist.”

“I do, I do,” I say, grinning at him. “I want you to fuck me with everything you have. I want you to punish me. To break me in half.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chris says. He takes a series of deep breaths and lets them out quickly, getting himself back into the right mindset. Once that’s done, he undoes his belt, releasing my arms from their trapped position behind my back, then spins me around on the couch and positions me so my knees are on the cushions and my arms are gripping the back of the couch and my ass is facing him.

“Are you ready to get fucked?” he asks, smacking my ass with an open palm.

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

Chris slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. He grabs me by the hips and pulls my body back a little bit and pushes my legs open further. Then he slides his cock into me.

We both let out simultaneous groans as he enters me, his cock filling up my soaking wet pussy. He immediately starts hammering away at me from behind, slamming his cock deep inside me, his hips bouncing up against my ass with serious force.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cry. “Pound me with your fucking cock! Pound me with it!”

And pound me he does, his hands on my hips to pull me backwards as he thrusts forward, our flesh smacking together loud enough to fill the room with sounds of wetness.

“Give it to me, give it to me!” I cry. “Fuck that pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Punish it, fucking punish it!”

I tilt my head back, sending my hair spilling down my shoulders. Chris immediately grabs ahold of my hair and gives it a harsh tug, tilting my chin towards the ceiling.

“That’s right, that’s right,” I cry. “Pull my hair! Pull my fucking hair!”

I can hear him grunting more loudly now as he approaches orgasm. But I still need more from him if I’m going to cum again before he does.

“Come on you little piece of shit!” I yell. “You can do better than this. Fuck me harder! I need it harder! Show me what you got!”

Chris lets out a deep growl starts fucking me with even more intensity, his body slamming into mine so hard that I can barely breath while he rears back and yanks on my hair, stretching my neck out and forcing me to arch my spine and tilt my chin higher towards the ceiling to relieve some of the pressure.

“That’s it,” I scream. “That’s it! But you can do it harder still! Come on, you can give it to me harder! Fuck me like you mean it goddammit! Fuck me harder!”

“Yeah?” Chris says between breathless grunts. “You want it harder?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

 Chris releases my hair and grabs me around and waist and lifts me up then drops me back down on the couch so I’m folded in half at the waist. Both my knees are still on the couch but now my head is down next to them, smashed in between the cushions where the backrest meets the seat.

Chris rises up higher, putting both feet on the couch for more leverage and altering the angle of his cock sliding into my pussy, allowing him to penetrate me more deeply. Towering over me now, he pushes on the back of my head, pressing my face deeper into the cushions while he continues to fuck me doggy style.

I’m grunting and groaning louder now, as Chris slams into me, fucking me with reckless abandon, his animalistic groans in time with his thrusts, my screams of pleasure muffled by the couch cushions.

Hammering away at me like a madman, Chris holds me down while he fucks me. Even though my arms are no longer bound behind my back, my positioning on the couch leaves me completely helpless, with no control whatsoever, which heightens my pleasure to the fullest, eventually bringing yet another orgasm crashing down on me.

I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris 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 couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful. 

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

It isn’t long before Chris is ready to cum. He doesn’t say anything specific, but I can tell from the way he’s cursing under his breath and hammering away at my ass with more urgency than ever before that he was right there.

“Cum inside me, baby,” I say, turning my head just enough so I catch his eyes with my own. “I want to feel your sperm inside me.”

He grunts in assent and slams his cock into me a couple more times before he lets out one last curse, sharp and harsh, then his body releases as his orgasm overtakes him.

Chris holds his cock deep inside me as he shoots his load, filling up my insides with his hot sperm, shooting out what seems like gallons of it while he slowly moves against me, wringing out every last little bit from his cock.

Once he’s finally run dry, he backs off, letting his cock slip out of my pussy. He flops down onto the couch next to me, gasping deeply, trying to refill his lungs with air.

With his sperm still filling me up, I spin around on the couch, so I’m sitting properly, positioned right next to him.

As Chris watches, I slip two fingers into my pussy and start exploring around, loosening myself up while I wait for gravity to do it’s work. A few seconds later, the process begins, and I slide my fingers out of my pussy and cup my hand right beneath it.

“Want to see something nasty?” I say.

Smiling, Chris nods his head.

As he looks on, I squeeze my insides, forcing his cum to drip out of my pussy and into the palm of my hand. Once there’s a good portion in my palm, I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick it clean.

Chris laughs under his breath and shakes his head in amazement as I tilt my head back and swallow his cum down.

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”

“You say that like you’re surprised,” I say.

“That’s because I am,” Chris replies. “Don’t get me wrong, I knew you loved to fuck, but I had no idea you were this depraved.”

“Hell, you haven’t seen nuthin’ yet,” I say. “This was a 6, maybe a 7 on a scale of 10.”

“So it gets even nastier than this?”

“Oh yeah,” I say. “And maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll experience it first hand.”

“I can’t wait,” Chris says.

“Well, how long you have to wait is up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” I ask. “How long until you’re ready to go again?”

“Tonight?” he says.

“Sure,” I reply. “Why not? Can’t you go twice in one night?”

“Hell, I can go more than twice.”

“Prove it,” I say.

“I will,” he replies, smiling. “Just give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I say. “As long as you promise to be ready to turn it up a notch.”

“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”

“Good,” I say, standing up and taking his hand and heading towards the bathroom. “Then lets get ourselves cleaned up so we can get all dirty again.”

He’s got a huge smile on his face as he follows me into the bathroom. I start the shower and we climb in and it isn’t long before we’re going at it again.

Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.




I was on my way out the door to get a workout in at the gym when I got a call from Haley. She’d been out of town for a couple weeks so we hadn’t gotten together in a while. I missed her greatly, even though I could barely bring myself to admit it. After all, at 19 years old, she wasn’t much more than a girl. It was not like we had any future together.

But still, I missed her. And not only the sex part. I missed hanging out with her too, her black-as-pitch sense of humor and laidback attitude was infectious. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t in love with Haley, but I definitely felt something for her. Something strong.

“Hey Haley, what’s up?” I said after answering the phone, trying to tamp down my excitement.

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

“Actually, I was just hanging out at my friend’s house. Her parents are gone for the night and we were having a little fun.”

“Oh yeah?”

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

“Is that right?” I asked, my excitement building.

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

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

“I think I can put off the gym for a while,” I said, still trying to sound aloof even though I knew Haley could see right through me. Still, I had to try and maintain the illusion of composure. After all, I was three years older than her and was supposed to be the mature one.

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

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

Fifteen minutes later I knocked on the door. Haley answered it. She looked great as always, with her super-cute 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 me. She looked stunning, not to mention ready to go at the drop of a hat.

“Hey Haley,” I said, trying to maintain my cool.

“What’s up, Clay,” she replied, standing aside and letting me in.

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

“Thanks, baby,” Haley said. “But if you think I look good, just wait. Naomi 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,” I said.

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

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

Haley stopped right before we came to a partially open door.

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

So I 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 Haley’s but no panties. They were already on the floor at the foot of the bed.

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

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

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

Smiling, Haley nodded. “I told you.”

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

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

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

We made out for a little while, our tongues exploring each others mouths while our hands did to the same to each others bodies. Haley rubbed my cock over my jeans and I returned the favor by slipping my hand under her panties and playing with her pussy.

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

I quickly turned my attention back to Haley, however, once she dropped my pants and boxers to the floor and wrapped her lips around my already hard cock.

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

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

After watching Naomi for a bit, I looked down to stare at Haley as she continued sucking my cock, her eyes turned up to mine, maintaining eye contact as she blew me. Within seconds I had all but forgotten about Naomi; my attention was focused solely on Haley right now, watching my 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?” Naomi said, startling me. I looked up and saw that she was staring right at us, watching Haley suck my cock. Her fingers were no longer in her pussy but she was rubbing her clit with them.

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

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

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

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

As Haley held my shaft tight, the two girls made out while I watched, amazed at seeing two ridiculously hot, half-naked, 19-year old girls kneeling before me. After they broke off their embrace, Haley angled my cock towards Naomi’s mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

Naomi’s blowjob was more frantic than Haley’s but just as incredible. It was a sloppy, high-energy affair, with Naomi slamming her head back and forth while working my 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, Haley worked my balls with serious intensity, putting them both in her mouth and pulling down on my sack, stretching out the skin and taking me right to the edge of pleasure and pain.

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

“If I had to guess, I’d say that Clay is enjoying himself,” Naomi said, smiling at Haley.

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

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

“You’d better believe it,” Naomi said. “But I’ll be enjoying it more once I get his hard cock inside me.”

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

“I can't fucking wait,” I said.

“Neither can we,” Naomi said. She took Haley’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 me.

I was practically salivating as I stared at the pair of two perfect asses staring at me. Haley’s was tight as a drum, firm and athletic, while Naomi’s was more round and shapely, soft and bubbly. Both were absolutely incredible, just in different ways.

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

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

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

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

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

So I did, grabbing ahold of Haley’s hips and pulling her body backwards as I slammed mine forward, bringing us together in the middle, allowing my cock to deeply penetrate her pussy.

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

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

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

I gave Haley a couple more pumps, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and slipped it into Naomi’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 my cock. After working the saliva in with her hand, Naomi slipped my cock back into Haley’s pussy.

Naomi’s saliva acted as a lube, making things that much more slippery. Between the wetness of Haley’s pussy and the slickness of my cock, I couldn’t have fucked Haley slowly even if I’d wanted. Luckily I didn’t. Nor did she want me to.

“Give it to me, Clay,” Haley said. “Give it to me hard. As hard as you can.”

I did as I was told, slamming my cock all the way into Haley, giving it to her balls-deep, our bodies slapping together in wet, sloppy smacks. Naomi got involved too, grabbing ahold of one of Haley’s asscheeks and spreading it wide, opening Haley up to me even further, allowing me deeper access to her insides.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible,” Haley said between gasps as I 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, Clay, harder! Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow!”

I did what I could, rising up a bit to give myself better leverage and hammering my cock as far into Haley’s pussy as I could, slamming my hips up against her ass, pushing her entire body forward with every pump while Naomi watched from inches away, her eyes lit with excitement.

Reaching out, I grabbed ahold of Haley’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!” Haley cried as soon as I 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!”

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