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Dakota Fox

Copyright 2019 by Dakota Fox

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
















I’ve learned in this life there are three kinds of people; those who do bad things, those who don’t (ever) and those who don’t usually but wish they did. That third group of people tend to hang around close to the naughty ones but only close enough to watch, never to get caught or really fuck up their lives. Just enough that every once in a while they will have a story that they can keep tucked away in the back of their minds until that random moment when they remember that day, that adventure and a sneaky, giddy, slightly-embarrassed smirk crosses their face. For this third group, college is wonderful fantasy place somewhere between adolescence and adulthood where time stands still and stories remain sacred and we can do those things we have always watched and wondered about.

Most of my college Friday nights were spent handing out with friends, drinking, laughing, and dancing. I wouldn’t consider myself a slut in college. In fact, rarely did I go home with anyone but my battery powered trustworthy toy that I hid in the space between my wall and my mattress. Many offers were tempting but the reality of the next morning was something that I quickly learned I couldn’t handle well and it was a much better idea to listen to my friends tell me all about their wild nights with hot guys and even hotter girls. Weeks later they would also tell me about the lines at the free health clinic and how they died inside when someone else they recognized walked in the front door as they walked out. No, the rare evenings when I would let my guard down and give into the hot, begging pulls of that area below my navel had to have two factors: ridiculously large amounts of alcohol and next to impossible odds of ever seeing that person or persons again. Lucky for me, Piper and Scott were around on the inaugural evening of the ice luge and a bowl of mystery punch that would be able to double as paint thinner in the morning. 

Piper was adorable. With her short brown hair and huge green eyes, she was a young roller skating champion. She was in her early twenties, squat and build like an Olympian but with small firm breasts and legs that could crush just about anything they were wrapped around. Her body was always perfect thanks to her intense work out routines and she rarely indulged in more than a drink or two but tonight she and Scott were celebrating their medals and their last nights in the States. Piper was ready to drink and let the night take her wherever it happened to lead. 

Scott was Piper’s skating partner. He was also build like a brick shit house. Powerful arms and legs and not an ounce of fat on him. He had a dirty blonde head of hair that was just long enough to move with their twists and turns but trimmed short to keep him safe as he lifted Piper above his head almost every day at practice. Scott had never had a girlfriend. He loved skating and any one who knew him knew he loved Piper. Anyone but Scott. He was a little clueless in that department.

The funny thing was Piper loved him too but these two were not about to cross that line that partners know. Once you get physical, you can’t ever go back. If it doesn’t work out, you’ll ruin your partnership and in this case, their careers. They weren’t about to give into what their bodies and hearts so desperately wanted without a little push. That’s where the punch and I come in. 

Piper and I had been childhood friends. Her mom watched me after school while my mom worked until we were ten. Then, Piper’s skating career took off and we kept in touch over the years but only got to see each other a few times each year. Just before I was about to graduate from Cal State Bakersfield, Piper and Scott got invited to skate in Europe. They were about to begin their training in France and then their four-year tour. We were growing up and parting ways as life so often does to those who were once close. I could see that Piper and Scott were passionately in love with each other and that their giving in to each other would not ever tear them apart, in fact, it would likely get Scott to ask for her partnership in marriage and in life as well. I was determined to get these two together tonight before I missed my chance. I knew what I would have to do. I went and stood next to the bar and began to drink my shots of courage. An hour later, I went to find Piper.

Scott and Piper were standing in the corner, laughing and looking longingly at one another, as I knew they would be. They were at the party but clearly alone in their conversation. I jumped in the middle of it and asked them to tell me all about their new adventure. Scott had more to drink than Piper so he began to tell me all the details of their packing, phone calls with their new company, flight arrangements, etc. This could take a while, I thought to myself. So, I told him that I couldn’t hear him very well and we should find a quieter spot. I lead them both into my dorm room and closed the door. Scott sat in the desk chair and Piper and I plopped down on the bed. He kept talking about their trip as though I was going to write a documentary about it. He was detail oriented, I’d give him that but geez dude, learn to summarize. 

The shots were kicking in and my panties were beginning to burn up as I realized this was my chance to get these two together while living out a fantasy I had secretly had for years. It was hot in my room (as Bakersfield often is) so I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped off my jeans and flopped back down on the bed in my bra and panties. “That’s better,” I said, mostly to myself but loud enough to be heard.

Piper’s eyes opened a bit and Scott just kept talking. Yep, he was drunk alright. He hadn’t even noticed. However, Piper did. She was obviously uncertain of what she should do, so I reached over and began to unbutton her shirt. There we go, she was definitely buzzed but had enough sense to see this as her chance. Her chance to say goodbye to me properly and begin what she hoped would be her new beginning with Scott. She took over unbuttoning her shirt and jeans and was soon on the bed in nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Clearly she had hoped where this was going tonight because girls don’t always take the time to put on matching bra and panty sets unless we hope someone will see them.

 At this point Scott was still talking but his voice had a different pitch to it. Slightly unsure, slightly aroused. He was just beginning to describe their new workout routine in France and continued to do so but with many more pauses between words. “I’ve learned living here, when it’s this hot, all you can do is take your clothes off and try to not let it bother you,” I said. Scott slightly nodded his head. Piper, the smart woman that she is, realized this was her moment to give her man what most men dream about. Two women at once. But he was still talking, drunk and unsure where this was headed. Piper leaned over and kissed my shoulder, then she moved to kissing my neck. My head slightly tilted so she could get a better angle and my nipples instantly got rock hard. Piper moved her body so she had more range and slowly moved one hand over to my other arm, stroked it and then ran her hand across to my breast. I gasped. Scott finally stopped talking. We had his attention now. 

Piper looked at me and kissed me on the mouth. Slowly at first but then hard and faster. I didn’t even notice her unclasping my bra but all of a sudden my breasts were free of the fabric and I arched my back in a unspoken plea for attention. She began to rub, pull, and kiss my breasts with abandon. I slowly laid back on the bed and began to pull my panties off. Scott was leaning in his chair to get a better look but there were no more drunken words. He was not going to miss this. 

Piper moved herself on top of me. Her head was at my breasts and began to suck and softly nibble on my nipples. Each one getting their turn. My hips instinctively rose up against her and her hand found my crotch. I again groaned and arched my back and she began to finger my clit. Then she slipped her finger inside my hot, wet hole. Quickly at first, then pulled it out and found my clit again. Oh God! I was wiggling all around my bed, part of me trying to pull away but most of me trying to get her to make me cum. I was so wet that I was sure my bedding would have to be wrung out when we were done. She began to put her finger back in my pussy and move it in and out this time. Then she slipped in a second and a third finger and was pounding harder still. Oh God! Still biting my nipples all the while. I needed to get there. I was so fucking close! I began to touch my clit as she was fucking me with her hand. She laughed and pushed it away. “No, we are going to do this for you. Scott, I need your help.” 

I looked at Scott with eyes that were crying out, Please fuck me! I need to cum! Scott would never had done that for me or to me for that matter but for Piper he’d do anything. So he walked over with his pants about to burst and looked at her. “You work her breasts,” Piper told him. She moved her body so her head was now just over my clit and she spread my lips apart and softly licked my clit. I shuddered. She smiled. Scott began to get the idea and sucked and rubbed my breasts while Piper returned to licking me. I was so wet that I thought it was impossible to drench myself more but Piper proved me wrong. She began to lick, suck, and slightly tug on my clit with her mouth. GOD! Then, she returned her fingers to my cunt while working the outside with her mouth. Oh shit! I was gonna cum. She looked up at me, feeling my thighs shake and said, “Go ahead, it’s early and we are going to do this many, many times.” Oh Fuck! She put her head back down between my thighs and began chewing and lapping my clit while fucking me with her hand as far as it would go. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I wasn’t ready yet. I wanted her to have fun too and so I wriggled around and turned my body just out of reach. 

I grabbed at Scott’s jeans and began to unbutton them. Scott looked at Piper for help and she smiled and nodded. Scott was out of his clothes faster than I knew was possible and his cock was impressive. It was rock hard and ready to play. I touched it with my hand and he shivered. Then, I leaned over and licked the tip of it. Before I knew it I was sucking on Scott while Piper was sucking on me. The more she got me off, the more forceful I got with Scott’s dick. Piper was controlling how much Scott got and she knew it. At the point, where we were both about to cum, Piper let go of me and I stopped. 

Scott had become braver by now. He was not about to take a break. He grabbed Piper’s firm body and threw her on the bed next to me. He grabbed her panties and practically ripped them off her. I was sure he had played that out in his head many times with how quickly and smoothly her lacey panties ended up sailing across the room. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head in her snatch. I wasn’t sure he knew what he was doing as much as Piper had but it didn’t matter. She was loving that they had finally opened the door to a more intense and physical partnership and she was gonna get off with Scott down south, even if she had to help herself get there. She’d have plenty of time to teach and guide him to perfection over the years to come. 

Knowing that I didn’t want to be forgotten, I moved around the bed and reached down to pull out my standby lover. The cold plastic was a shock but turning on the vibrator and placing on the tip of my clit quickly got them to remember I was in the room. Scott came up for air and Piper began choreographing. I was laying with my back on the bed with the vibrator in my crotch with Piper driving. My hands were working my breasts and pulling my own hair while she was in control of my organisms and dildo. 

Piper was doggy style with her head and hands between my legs holding the vibrator and enjoying watching me get so close to cumming all over her and then she’d pull away or turn off the vibrations for a while. She liked being in control. Scott had been told to get behind her and rub her ass. He was stroking his own cock and rubbing her ass and trying to touch her sweet spot but she would move her hips just enough to leave him wanting more. 

I decided I needed more and began to get vocal. “Please, I want to cum. I need to cum.” Piper got off on this. She finally allowed Scott to touch her clit and slip his fingers inside her as she began pounding the plastic inside of me as far as it would go. The vibrator was on high so even inside of me it was getting me well past the point of no return. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yes! YES! YES! As soon as I was done, she flipped me around and grabbed Scott by the cock. “Fuck her.” Scott looked like he had just won the lottery. He grabbed my hips and slipped in before anyone sobered up enough to realize what we were doing. 

God, he was huge. Not so big that you regret your decision but just enough that your whole insides are filled to the brim and he barely had to move for you to get off. Fuck! Piper began to rub Scott’s ass and his balls and my breasts and clit. After a few minutes, it was clear she needed a bigger role in all of this. She pulled Scott back and kneeled on the bed just to the right of me. Both of us were doggy style with our asses and pussies begging for his rock hard cock. “Me too.” Scott clearly got the message. He stepped back, moved a step to the side and impaled Piper. Her tiny body managed to take it all in but it was clearly more than she had expected. Within a few pumps, her stiffness relaxed and she began to move and groan and ride Scott like she had always wanted to. I was about to cum again just watching them. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed at my pussy. I was fucking myself while he fucked her. He was clearly trying to keep it together. Most girls can cum as much as they want but guys need time between sessions. Scott didn’t want to end this just yet. He was looking at my posters and walls and doing just about anything he could to keep his mind off of what was happening and blow his load. I giggled. Piper opened her eyes, looked back and realized what I was giggling about. She pushed her ass all the way against Scott’s crotch which got his attention and then she leaned forward, turned around and began to lick her juices off of him. His eyes rolled back into his head. 

I am not normally one for sucking dick, but in this situation, I wanted to be a part of everything. I too turned myself around, and began fighting with Piper’s mouth as my tongue and lips tried to get some of Scott’s cock and balls. Then, Piper and I began kissing again. Rougher this time. We all needed to get there and get there quickly. We were grabbing at one another’s breasts and at Scott’s manhood. We were licking and sucking and nibbling whatever we could. Scott began to stroke himself again. We both smiled. We moved to the bed and Piper once again got back on top of me but with her head in my pussy and my head in hers. We began to lick and suck and finger fuck each other. Scott stood over us and began to grunt. Occasionally, Piper would take a break from my pussy and down Scott’s cock in her throat. “Cum on us.” She returned to my pussy with force and as she got more forceful, so did I and so did Scott. I was impressed he made it as long as he did. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK! Piper began to shake and a quiet SHHHIT came from her lips. Scott gasped and his white cum sprayed all over Piper’s back. She turned and began to suck the remains from his shaft and he shivered even more. I finished kissing and licking her clit and she shivered. Scott put his fist in my cunt and I came immediately. 

The three of us were still taking turns with each other well after the party ended. The next day I woke up in a tangled mess of sheets and blankets. The note read, “Off to Europe. Thanks for the memories. Love, Piper and Scott.” The following year they invited me to their wedding. I decided not to attend since a honeymoon was not a place for that sort of thing and college, sadly, had ended. But thankfully, my college memories will last me forever.






Ernie was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Jenna’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.

To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Jenna a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Jenna was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.

But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.

And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Ernie started seeing Jenna as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.

They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Ernie didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Jenna just flat out loved to fuck.)

Ernie came to think of his time with Jenna as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Jenna’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Jenna brought them up, hadn’t.)

So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.

A whole lot better.




There’s a knock on the door. Ernie forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.

Jenna is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.

She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.

He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.

“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.

“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”

“I have too,” Jenna says.

He laughs. “You liar.”

She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“You know what happens to liars,” Ernie says, flashing her an evil grin.

“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”

“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”

“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”

“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

“I can’t wait.”

Ernie pulls the top of Jenna’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.

“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”

“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”

He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Jenna moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.

Ernie returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.

She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.

He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.

Jenna moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.

She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” Jenna says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”

And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perfect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.

“You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.

He nods in response to her earlier question.

Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.

“Godammit that feels fucking good,” Ernie says as Jenna sucks on his balls, bouncing them off each other in her mouth while her hand still works his cock.

After tea-bagging him for a bit she runs her tongue along the bottom of his sack, then scoots her body even further beneath him and starts licking his taint.

“Holy fucking shit,” he says without thinking. His legs feel like they’re going to buckle. His head feels like it’s going to explode.

She takes his words as a sign she’s doing something right and it gives her the confidence to take things to the next level. She scoots even further beneath him then turns around and runs her tongue over his asshole.

A bolt of lightning shoots up Ernie’s spine. He lets out a piteous groan of pure pleasure and tries not to think too hard about what’s going on. Just sit back and enjoy it, he tells himself.

Jenna licks his asshole for what seems like an eternity but is really only a few of seconds of objective time. Then she slides out the back of his legs.

A stab of disappointment hits him but before he has a chance to dwell on it, she gives him a good hearty slap on the ass.

“Down on the floor,” she says. “Hand and knees.”

He does as he’s told without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy,” she says.

Jenna drops down to her hands and knees herself, then crawls in closer to him, grabs ahold of his asscheeks—one in each hand—spreads them apart and sticks her face between them, her tongue going to work on his asshole.

He turns his head to the side and uses the mirrored wall of the closet to watch the proceedings from a third-person view. This excites him even further.

“Goddamn you’re a filthy little slut,” Ernie says while she tosses his salad, running her tongue up his asshole over and over again while her hands play with his cock and balls continuously.

She lifts her head up, sees him watching in the mirror, and gives him a wink. “I told you before,” she says with a smile. “I’m the filthiest.” Then she dives back in.

Ernie laughs softly and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regulate his excitement. He’s pathetically unsuccessful.

Afraid he’s going to cum way too quickly, he crawls forward a couple of steps to escape her grasp and turns around to face her.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, her face a mask of fake innocence. She’s up on her knees, her back straight. “You didn’t like that?”

“I loved it,” he says, walking on his knees towards her. “A bit too much, actually.”

“Aaahhh, I get it,” she says, her face blooming into a smile. “You poor boys. You only get to cum once and then you need a break.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Unlike you girls who get to cum as many times as you want.”

“It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Jenna says.

“No it doesn’t,” Ernie says as he again attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and starts to hungrily suck on it. They’re just so perfect and inviting he can’t keep his mouth off them.

She lets out a sexy little moan and runs her hand down her body and slides her panties down her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder.

He gives Jenna’s protruding nipple a little bite, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, then moves to the other one to give it the same treatment. After he sucks on it for a bit then gives it a little bite too, Ernie pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.

Jenna notices Ernie watching her and slips two fingers inside her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” she says, her eyes locked onto his, her hand working feverishly, moving in and out of her pussy. “You like watching me fuck myself?”

“I fucking love it,” he says.

“You want to see another one in there?” she asks.

He nods.

Smiling, her eyes not leaving his, Jenna slips another finger inside her pussy, biting down on her bottom lip as it goes in. It takes a few seconds to loosen up but pretty soon she’s moving all three fingers in and out of her pussy as quickly as she was moving two just moments before.

Ernie reaches out with his free hand and smacks down on her left tit. The sound fills the room.

She yelps and goes to work even more feverishly on herself, obviously turned on by the slapping.

He smacks her other tit and gets the same result.

“Do it again,” Jenna says breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

He obliges, smacking one tit, waiting a couple of seconds, then smacking the other.

Moaning with pleasure, her free hand flies down and goes to work on her clit while the other continues banging herself.

He slaps her tits again. One, then the other.

And again.

And again.

With every slap Jenna attacks herself even more intensely, both arms moving faster and faster, her fingers digging in more and more aggressively, until finally she reaches that point which she’s been seeking. She freezes up for a moment, then utters a high-pitched wordless scream as her body shakes and shimmies as the orgasm overtakes her.

Smiling, Jenna slides her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in her mouth and licks them clean of her juices.

“There’s number one,” she says. “Ready to try for another?”

“That’s so not fair,” he says.

She laughs and offers a little shrug. “What can I say? Life’s not fair.”

“You do realize I’m going to have to punish you to make up for the inequity of this world.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smile.

Ernie smacks her tit one last time for good measure then climbs to his feet and steps towards her.

“Look at me,” he says.

She does.

Standing over her, he stares down at her pretty little smiling face and wonders how such a beauty could be such a filthy little slut. No matter how it happened, he considered himself a lucky man for having hooked up with her.

“Hands behind your back,” Ernie says.

Jenna obliges.

He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her cheek with it a few times. Then he switches sides and smacks her other cheek with it.

Her smile grows wider.

“You like getting smacked around, don’t you?” Ernie says.

Jenna bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She does as she’s told without hesitation.

He grabs the back of her head and pulls it towards him, guiding his hard cock into her mouth.

She wraps her lips around it.

“Keep your mouth open,” Ernie says.

She instantly opens it back up.

He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Jenna’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.

Gurgling sounds come from Jenna’s throat as Ernie slams his cock into her mouth. Her face is tilted upwards, allowing her to maintain eye contact the entire time. Her eyes are wide and full of enjoyment; she truly does get off on this kind of thing.

Ernie pummels Jenna’s mouth, his balls slapping up against her cheek with every pump, her eyes never leaving his. A few more thrusts and then he slams it deep into her throat and holds it there, choking her, causing tears to leak out of her eyes.

She gags and coughs but makes no attempt to pull away, apparently content to deepthroat him for as long as he can take it. He releases her head, allowing her the ability to pull off whenever she needs to.

But instead of pulling off his cock Jenna pushes her head forward, taking him even further down her throat. Her nose is pressing up against his belly and her tongue is flicking out from beneath his cock to tickle his balls as she deepthroats him.

“Holy fuck,” Ernie says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this before. Not even from Jenna. She’s on top of her game tonight.

Finally, after what seems like forever she pulls back, releasing his cock from her throat and allowing herself a chance to breathe. She takes a few deep, gasping breaths and then looks up at him.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk. “You want me to do it again?”

“So I can blow my load already?” he says. “Hell no. I need to take a little break. Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” she says, her smile growing wider.

Ernie reaches down and picks Jenna up, lifting her with ease, and throws her up over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. A very sexy sack of potatoes.

She laughs and slaps his ass while he carries her over to the other side of the room.

Ernie tosses Jenna down onto the couch, lengthwise. She lands on her back, still laughing softly. He grabs her by the waist and flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then lifts her ass into the air. Her dress is still hiked up around her waist but he leaves it there. Something about fucking a girl while she’s still clothed turns him on.

Jenna slides her knees under herself, hikes up onto her hands and arches her back, lifting her ass further into the air. Turning her head back towards him, she says, “Is this how you want me? On my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” Ernie says, looking down at her perfect, tight little ass sticking up right below him, her asshole gaping slightly and beckoning him. “Don’t you fucking move.”

 He bends down so his face is at the same level as her ass and mere inches away. He grabs her panties and pulls them down and slips them off her legs. He stares at her pussy and asshole for a moment, taking them in, reveling in their beauty, then goes to work.

He starts with her pussy, gently licking from the bottom up like a puppy drinking from its water bowl. Long, slow strokes, no penetration at all, just getting her warmed up for the main course. His hands are tenderly rubbing her ass cheeks.

Jenna seems to enjoy it, shimmying beneath him and breathing more heavily with every pass he makes.

Once he’s gotten her good and riled up Ernie starts going at it a little more aggressively, sticking his tongue deeper inside her as he runs it up her pussy and groping her cheeks with a little more force.

Faster and faster he moves, his tongue going deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more visceral, until pretty soon her ass is bouncing against his face, his rigid tongue slamming into her pussy, her salty sweetness covering his face, her ass smothering him, her juices dripping into his mouth, running down the back of his tongue and into his throat.

Jenna reaches back and grabs the back of his head and pulls him further into her pussy, repaying his treatment of her earlier.

Ernie shakes his head quickly from side to side and digs in, sticking his tongue as far into her as it will go and moving it rapidly up and down and side to side. The ridge of his nose is pressed up against her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Right there, right fucking there!”

He’s having trouble breathing but Ernie doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give in. He just keeps his face buried in Jenna’s pussy, his tongue working feverishly while she presses on the back of his head, keeping him deep inside her, suffocating him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop!” she screams in a breathless rush. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!”

Her entire body shudders and a rush of her juices drench him even further as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Ernie feels the pressure on the back of his head relax and he pulls his face back and takes a couple of deep breaths. Then, before she has a chance to fully recover, he spreads her ass cheeks wide, takes a deep breath, and buries his face in her ass.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Jenna says, sounding like she’s going to explode.

Ernie licks her asshole a few times, pulls back a little bit, spits on it, and goes back to work, licking her tender flesh between her pussy and asshole for a moment before sliding his tongue back up to lick her asshole proper.

He works her asshole with the tip of his tongue for  a little while, loosening it up, until it’s big enough for him to slip his rigid tongue inside it.

Jenna yelps and her body buckles and her ass shakes.

Ernie stays the course, pushing his tongue further inside her asshole, causing her moans to grow even louder.

With his tongue in her asshole he can see over the top of her ass and down the length of her body as she strains against the pleasure, her back arched, her skin dappled with sweat, her head tilted up, throwing her hair down over her back, tempting him, begging to be pulled.

Unable to resist, he grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, arching her back even further and forcing her to press her ass more forcefully against his face, allowing his tongue even deeper access to her asshole.

With her head pulled back and her neck stretched tight, Jenna’s groans turn guttural and wordless; expressions of pure bliss unaccompanied by any kind of rational thought process.

But Ernie’s still not done.

With his free hand he slides two fingers inside her pussy, giving her yet another point of pleasure. With his tongue in her ass, his hand yanking her hair and his fingers in her pussy it isn’t long before she cums again.

Jenna shudders against him, her body shaking and shimmying and another wordless scream coming from her throat.

Once that passes Ernie lets go of her hair, giving her a little bit of respite. But he keeps his tongue in her ass and his fingers inside her pussy.

“Please fuck me,” Jenna begs, turning her upper body to face him. The words come in short bursts, between shuddering breaths. “I need your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

Ernie’s thoroughly enjoying making her squirm and doesn’t want to let up quite yet, so he sticks another finger inside her and bangs her pussy for a little longer before finally giving in to her request.

He pulls his fingers out of her pussy and slides his tongue out of her ass. He rises up and puts one knee up on the couch and leaves the other foot on the floor so he’s half-standing, then positions himself directly behind her ass and slips his cock into her pussy.

Ernie tries to start off slow but Jenna’s so wet and slippery from all the licking and sucking that it’s nearly impossible. His cock glides in and out of her pussy with barely a hint of resistance as he fucks her, his hips slamming into her ass, making it bounce and jiggle with every thrust.

He grabs her shoulders and uses them to pull her back into him at the bottom of every pump, increasing the force in which their bodies are slamming against one another.

“There you go,” Jenna says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

One of Ernie’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Jenna’s head back as he fucks her.

Her back is arched and her shoulder blades are showing through her skin.

He slaps her ass with his free hand.

“That’s right, baby,” Jenna says. “Spank me.”

Ernie slaps her ass again.

“Punish me,” she says, her head turning back to look at him. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

He releases her hair and slaps her ass again. With both hands this time. One for each cheek.

Jenna yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.

But Ernie doesn’t stop fucking her. He doesn’t even slow down. He slaps her ass again. And again. And again until both cheeks are bright red.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jenna screams.

He stops spanking her ass and slows down for a moment to catch his breath.

But she keeps on working, moving her ass back against his cock, doing all the work while he remains still.

Ernie turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.

Jenna looks in the mirror and sees him watching.

“You like it when I back my tight little ass up against you?” she says, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “You like it when I do all the work?”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?” she says. “You want me to do it harder?”


“Yeah?” Jenna says, slamming back into him more forcefully, her voice taunting him, teasing him, torturing him. “Like this?”

He nods and watches in the mirror as she backs into him even more aggressively.

And then Ernie can’t take it anymore. He grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them and proceeds to once again take control, slamming into her hard enough to move her body forward with every thrust.

With her ass cheeks spread wide, Jenna’s asshole is beckoning. Loosened up from the action earlier in the evening it’s spread wider than usual, not quite gaping but not completely closed either. It’s just begging to be played with.

Ernie gathers up some saliva and spits on Jenna’s asshole, then starts working it with his thumb, rubbing the outside for a little while then sliding it in and moving it around inside, loosening it up, getting it ready.

After Jenna’s asshole is nice and loose he slides his thumb in as far as it will go, still slamming his cock into her all the while.

Her groans grow louder, more intense, as does her bucking, just like they do every time he starts playing with her ass. Even though she’s never actually come out and said it, he’s pretty sure she likes anal sex more than vaginal.

“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you?” Ernie says.

“I fucking love it,” Jenna replies, turning her head back to look at him.

“But what you really want is my cock in there,” he says. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock.”


“Yes what?”

“Yes please,” Jenna says.

“I don’t know,” he says with fake ambivalence as he slams up against her even more aggressively. Hearing her beg always turns him on. “I don’t think I believe you.”

“Please, please, please give it to me,” she says, her voice an exaggerated high-pitched whine. “I want your cock in my ass. Please give it to me. I want it.”

“You want it?” he says, playing out the string as long as he can. “Or you need it?”

“I need it,” Jenna says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you insist,” Ernie says with mock reluctance.

And with that, he slips his thumb out of her asshole, then pulls his cock out of her pussy and slides it into her asshole. Even though it’s a tight fit it slips in easily, with all the ass play they’ve had tonight it’s more than lubed up enough without any outside help.

But still, Ernie doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Jenna do all the work in the beginning, allowing her the chance to get her asshole loosened up before he starts fucking her ass proper.

She starts slowly, moving her ass back against him in short, deliberate strokes. As her asshole opens up the strokes become longer and it isn’t long before she’s taking his entire cock in her ass, from tip to base, in smooth, slow strokes.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his eyes locked on her ass as it swallows his cock whole. “Work that ass. Fuck my cock with that tight little ass of yours.”

She starts bucking more aggressively against him, her ass bouncing off his body, his balls slapping against her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her ass.

“Like that?” Jenna says, turning back to look at him.

“Just like that,” he replies.

After a few more thrusts he’s had enough of her doing the work. It’s time to take control. Ernie brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Jenna’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.

“Just like that, just like that,” Jenna says, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “Stretch that tight fucking ass out. Yes, yes, yes!”

His hands slide up her back to her shoulders and press down on them.

 Jenna gets the hint, relaxing her arms and dropping her head down to the couch. She turns her head so half of her face is lying flat on the cushion while the other is turned to the side, watching him fuck her ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Ernie’s legs are starting to tighten up so he scoots his feet further forwards, changing the angle and giving him even more leverage. Squatting over Jenna now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.

Jenna runs her arms backwards and grabs ahold of her asscheeks and spreads them wide, stretching her ass, opening her asshole up even further.

“Ohmygod,” she screams as Ernie fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Jenna’s body shakes and shimmies beneath him, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying everywhere. She lets out a wordless groan and then her body bucks a couple of times and then falls still, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Taking mercy on her, Ernie slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Jenna a moment to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she says, rolling over until she’s sitting normally on the couch next to him. Her breathing is still deep and ragged but almost under control. “That was fucking incredible.”

“What’s that? Orgasm number four for you?” he says, looking over at her with a little smirk.

“Five, actually,” she says.

He shakes his head. “That is so unfair.”

“Like I said before, that’s life.”

“Tell me about it,” Ernie says, his voice filled with outrage that was only partially fake. “Five orgasms for you already and not a single one for me. And to top everything off, I’m the one paying.”

Jenna’s smile grows wider. “Yeah, that sucks for you.”

“Hell, you should be paying me.”

She laughs and shakes her head dismissively.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jenna says, sliding towards him. “You’re right, that’s all. You should be getting paid for your talents.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Not by me, of course,” she says.

“What? Why not?”

Jenna grabs ahold of Ernie’s still rock-hard cock and starts jerking him off. “Because,” she says, “Why you should I pay you to fuck me when you pay me to fuck me?”

“Because you get five orgasms to my one,” Ernie says.

“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Jenna says, leaning over and licking the tip of his cock. “If I wanted to, I could make you cum within minutes, and then what would we do for the rest of the hour? Talk?”

“You couldn’t make me cum within minutes,” he says.

Jenna looks at him like she can’t believe he just said that. “Please,” she says. “I can make you cum whenever I want to. It’s only because I want you to feel like you get your money’s worth that I wait until the end of the hour.”

“Bullshit,” Ernie says.

“Fine,” she says. “Want to bet on it?”

“Sure. How much?”

“If you win, I’ll give you a freebie next time.”

“And if you win?” Ernie asks.

“You pay me double for tonight.”

“How long do I have to hold out?” he asks.

“Five minutes,” she replies.

“Two,” he counters.

“Three,” Jenna says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”

“Done,” Ernie says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.

“But you can’t pull away,” Jenna adds. “You have to let me do whatever I want to you. Any funny business and you forfeit.”

“Fair enough,” he says, cycling through the menu on his phone until he comes to the stopwatch app.

“Shall we shake on it?” Jenna says.


They shake hands.

“When do we start?” Ernie says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.

“Now ,” Jenna replies, dropping down to the floor, and spreading his legs wide before he has a chance to start the clock.

He presses the button and drops the phone on the couch by his side just as she swallows his cock whole, deepthroating him with ease.

Jenna holds his cock in her throat for full ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before letting it slowly slip out, inch by inch. Once it’s free she starts attacking it immediately, moving her mouth rapidly up and down on it while her hand works his shaft right below her lips and her other hand works his balls, squeezing and caressing them. His cock is slippery as hell from all the saliva she’s generating, allowing her hand to work his shaft feverishly while still maintaining an insane level of pressure.

Watching Jenna work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Ernie pulls his eyes away and looks around the room, trying to distract himself. But nothing’s working. What she’s doing simply feels too good.

Ernie glances down at his phone and sees that only 20 seconds have passed. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He has absolutely no chance of lasting 3 minutes without blowing his load. He’ll be lucky if he makes it to the 1 minute mark.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself. No reason to fight it. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

He turns his attention back to Jenna just as she pulls her lips off his cock and takes his balls in her mouth, sucking and slurping them intensely while still working his cock with her free hand.

She takes both balls in her mouth at the same time and pulls down on his sack, pushing the envelope between pleasure and pain but bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Ernie tries to not make any noise, hoping to fool her into thinking he’s still far away from cumming but he can’t help himself. A brief gasp escapes his throat and she looks up at the sound.

Catching his eye, Jenna gives him a knowing little wink, then goes back to work, pushing on the back of his legs, lifting them up, rolling him back in the couch, giving her a better angle to work with.

And—he quickly learns—giving her easier access to his asshole.

With his underside more exposed, Jenna goes to work on his taint, licking and rubbing it with one hand while she works his cock more slowly with her other one.

She quickly makes her way down to his asshole proper, exploring the outside of it for a few seconds before licking it, then sucking it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it and bouncing her face against his ass, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper and deeper inside his asshole while continuing to jerk him off.

Ernie’s been desperately holding on for the last 15 seconds and riding the edge of orgasm for the last 5 but he simply can’t hold out any longer.

“Fuckingshitgodammitmotherfucker,” he says in a breathless rush as his body tenses up like it never has before.

Smiling like a demon, Jenna lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Ernie’s body bucks beneath him. She pulls back slightly on his cock as he cums, pointing it at her face as the white ribbons of sperm shoot out of his cock with a force unlike ever before, spraying her face and hair and over her head and flying into her open mouth.

Ernie bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Jenna’s smiling face.

“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.

“Tell me about it,” Ernie says.

Once he’s finally done she licks his cock clean before finally releasing it.

“Did you even make it halfway?” she asks.

He looks at his phone. It has just passed the 2 minute mark. He presses the button, stopping the clock.

“It was probably close,” he says. “But I doubt it.”

“I tried to tell you.”

“You sure did,” Ernie says. “I should have listened.”

He walks over to the other side of the room, grabs his wallet out of the desk, and pulls 5 one-hundred dollar bills from it.

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the money. “Another five hundred in cash on top of the five that went on my card.”

Jenna drops the money in her purse and heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she says.

“I wish I could say the same,” he says under his breath as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

But he doesn’t mean it. The way he figures it, even at a grand an hour Jenna is well worth the money. Hell, he’d pay more for her if he had to.

Hopefully I never have to, he thinks to himself.

He flops down on the couch and takes a deep, exhausted breath, already looking forward to their next session.





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