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SEXUAL & EROTIC

8 NAUGHTY STORIES

JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

POUNDING THE NEIGHBOR

A VERY DEPRAVED THREESOME

SEDUCING THE SALESMAN

WHAT SHE’S ALWAYS WANTED

 TWO NAUGHTY LESBIAN SLUTS

TRASH TALKING TEEN

MAKING THINGS RIGHT

SEDUCED BY A COUGAR

AUTHOR’S NOTE


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POUNDING THE NEIGHBOR


 

It was almost 8PM on February 14th when there was a knock on Scott Thompson’s door. He was on his couch, eating pizza and watching BOOGIE NIGHTS, just as he had every year for the last five years on Valentine’s Day.

He wasn’t expecting anyone; Scott rarely had visitors and they never came over unannounced. He just wasn’t that kind of kind guy and neither were any of his friends.

He wondered who it was. A neighbor, maybe, looking to borrow some eggs? Or someone with the wrong condo? Either way he wasn’t real interested in answering the door. He’d rather just stay here on the couch and pretend like he wasn’t home.

Then the knocking started again, more insistently this time, like the person on the other side of the door knew he was home. After another moment of hesitation Scott decided to be civil and see who was there. He paused the movie, climbed up off the couch and headed over to the door.

He opened it without bothering to look through the peephole, and standing there, much to his surprise (which he was careful to keep off his face) was Britney Stevenson. She was dressed in a sleeveless white tee shirt that covered her legs nearly down to her knees. But not even the loose-fitting clothes could mask her rocking body; she could make painter’s overalls look good. And the lack of a bra didn’t hurt her cause either. Her long black hair was mussed and she was wearing very little makeup, both of which suited her just fine.

“Hey there,” she said.

“What’s up?” Scott said, playing it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. They hadn’t done more than briefly exchange pleasantries since their crazy New Year’s Eve and he’d convinced himself that it had been just a one-night stand, never to be repeated again. Now he wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions and he certainly didn’t allow his hopes to get too high.

“Not much,” Britney replied. “I was just hanging out by myself tonight and figured you would be too, you know, based on your aversion to holidays.”

“Well, you guessed right.”

“So . . . are you going to invite me in?”

“Sure,” he said. “Come on in.”

Scott held the door open and Britney walked past him. He watched her as he closed the door, slightly saddened to see that her ass was covered up by the T-shirt. At least her shapely legs were a nice consolation prize. She sat down on the lounge chair and folded her legs beneath her, revealing nothing but panties beneath her T-shirt.

“You want something to drink?” he asked. “A beer? Some wine?”

“No thanks,” she said. “I want to see how things go when we’re sober.”

Before Scott had a chance to contemplate the meaning of this, Britney had moved on.

 “Boogie Nights, huh?” she said, glancing towards the television. “Are you a P.T. Anderson fan?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. You ever see There Will Be Blood?”

“Only ten times,” Scott said as he sat down on the couch across from her. “It’s one of my 2 favorite movies of all-time.”

“And the other one?”

“No Country For Old Men.”

“Ahh, the Coen Brothers. Good stuff, good stuff. I had no idea you had such good taste in movies. I should have known, though. You have good taste in everything.”

Scott laughed softly. “Like you’d know.”

“I know you have good taste in music,” Britney said.

“How do you know that?”

“You were listening to The Mars Volta on New Year’s Eve.”

“You remember that?”

She tilted her head and flashed him a little smirk. “I remember everything about that night.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times.

Scott wasn’t sure what to make of this but he supposed it was a good thing. After all, if she had remembered everything and was coming back for more, that certainly couldn’t be bad.

“But, back to your tastes,” she said. “We’ve got movies and music out the way—two of the most important ones, the way I see it—but it doesn’t stop there. I can see you have good taste in pizza. Round Table is my favorite. You have good taste in beer. Blue Moon on New Years. And wine too; I can see Silver Oak in your kitchen. And you certainly have good taste in women.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Scott said, laughing softly. “I’ve had some pretty shitty relationships in the past.”

“I’m not talking about your past relationships. I’m talking about your present one.”

“With who?”

“Who do you think?” Britney said.

“You?”

“No, the other girl in your living room.”

“You call fucking two months ago and then not talking to each until right now a relationship?”

“According to the strict definition, yes,” Britney said. “Of course, it’s not a traditional relationship, but I was led to believe you weren’t a traditional type of guy.”

“Fair enough,” Scott said. “So what kind of a relationship is it?”

“The best kind,” she replied. “One where neither party has any commitment to the other. One where there’s no emotions involved, no messiness, no stupid shit. One that entails getting together every once in a while and fucking our brains out in crazy, filthy, animalistic ways, sometimes drunk, sometimes sober, sometimes high, depending on the day.”

Scott looked at her for a moment. He had to admit, it sounded like the perfect setup. He certainly didn’t have any desire to be in a “normal” relationship; he just didn’t think he’d ever find himself in one like Britney was spelling out.

“And that’s the kind of relationship you’re looking for?” he asked.

“I’m sure as hell not looking for love,” Britney said. “Are you?”

“Not at all.”

“Then what do you say? Do you think you can handle just having meaningless, casual, incredibly nasty sex with me on a semi-regular basis without any threat of a deep emotional connection?”

Scott pretended to think about it for a moment. “I think I could probably handle something like that.”

Smiling, Britney climbed up off the chair and started towards him. “Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he said, looking up at her as she stopped right in front of him.

“Good,” Britney said. “Because I’m horny as hell.” She dropped to her knees and pushed his legs open and leaned in towards him and started undoing the button on his pants. Looking up at him with mock-innocence from down between his legs, she said, “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Scott said, lifting his butt up off the couch so she could slip the pants off his legs. His dick was already starting to get hard. It wasn’t quite standing at attention yet but it was getting there.

“Now that’s the Scott Stevenson I remember from New Year’s Eve,” Britney said, taking Scott’s cock in her hand and stroking it. “Such a nice big cock. Do you still remember what to do with it?”

“Oh, I think I can figure it out.”

Britney laughed. “I’m sure you can.” She wrapped her lips around his cock and took it halfway down before popping it back out again. “With something this beautiful, I’m sure you’ve had lots of practice.”

 She went back to work on his cock, mixing it up like a pro, sucking on the tip while jerking him off, playing with his balls, and taking it nearly all the way down her throat while maintaining eye contact the entire time. It was an incredibly sloppy blowjob, with tons of spit; Britney obviously knew what she was doing down there.

After a couple minutes of blowing him, Britney leaned back and pulled her shirt off, revealing her perfect, perky tits. She took his cock and pressed it up against her chest, between her breasts, and proceeding to bounce on it, the saliva leftover from her blow job acting as a lubricant. Not quite a titty-fuck but it had the same effect. She was totally into it, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her eyes locked directly on his.

Scott wasn’t sure if it was the look of pure intensity Britney was giving him or simply the physical sensation of what she was doing to him, but it was getting him way too excited for his own good. He needed to find a way to give himself a little break.

He grabbed ahold of her hair and lifted her head up off his cock, leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers. She enthusiastically kissed him back, and soon they were exploring each other’s mouths with sloppy intensity.

Scott grabbed ahold of Britney’s left breast and gave it a squeeze, then ran his hand down her flat stomach and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

He marveled at how quickly Britney’s panties soaked through. Ten seconds, maybe less, and they were completely drenched. It was becoming readily apparent to him that this girl truly was a freak. A sex machine. And for some reason she had chosen him to be her little playmate. He decided that he had to do everything in his power to make her happy. Pull out all the stops. Make sure he satisfied her enough to keep her coming back.

Scott grabbed her by the legs, picked her up, spun her around, and dropped her on the couch, facing him. He then dropped to his knees, slipped her panties off, spread her legs, and started eating her pussy. Britney let out a surprised little squeal which quickly turned into a giggle and then into a moan of pleasure as Scott started going at it more aggressively.

He grabbed her legs and threw them back towards her, lifting her hips up a bit to give himself a little more leverage. Britney, experienced slut that she was, hooked her arms around the back of her knees, holding them in place up by her head.

Scott started off slowly, licking around the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her, tempting her, taunting her. After getting her nice and wet he started in on the pussy proper, lapping at her inner sweetness by running his tongue up and down the length of her snatch, penetrating it only slightly at first, then more deeply, flicking his tongue in and out, back and forth, licking and sucking and burying his face inside her, constantly moving, mixing things up, keeping her on her toes.

Every once in a while he’d venture a glance up the length of her perfect body to see her face in various stages of enjoyment; sometimes eyes closed, sometimes head thrown back, sometimes squeezing or sucking her own nipples. One time he even noticed her right hand was around her throat and her face was red from choking herself.

Scott filed this little nugget away for later and went back to work, moving his tongue up to suck on her clit and sliding two fingers inside her pussy. He curled his fingers and started rubbing them back and forth, sticking them further and further inside her until he found the rough, pebbly surface of her G-spot.

Britney gasped and her eyes shot open. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across her face, and she appeared to briefly view Scott in a new light, but her face quickly turned into a mask of intense pleasure as the purely physical sensation overwhelmed her senses.

“Right there,” she said, her voice a deep, breathy whisper. “Right fucking there.”

Scott went after her G-spot with enthusiasm, applying more and more pressure to it as he rubbed his fingers back and forth inside her as quickly as he could. His cock was still sticking straight up; it was just as hard as it had been while Britney was sucking on it. Something about getting a girl off excited him just as much as a girl getting him off. It had always been that way for him.

Britney’s pussy was gushing now and she was bucking back against his hand with her whole body, allowing him deeper penetration into her pussy. But the angle was starting to burn in his forearm, causing him to slow the pace just a bit.

“Don’t stop,” she growled at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Smiling, Scott slid a third finger insider her, eliciting another gasp and more frenzied bucking from Britney.

“You like that, huh?” he said, climbing up alongside her to release some of the pressure on his wrist and allowing him to go after her with even more force. “You like my fingers inside you?”

Britney nodded. Her eyes were wide and her face was flushed and her breath was growing ever more rapid as she rose towards orgasm.

“Tell me how much you like it,” Scott said, gently taunting her, relishing the power he had over her.

“I fucking love it,” Britney said. She was barely able to get the words out she was so worked up.

His smile growing wider, Scott slammed his fingers into her a few more times, until she was right on the verge of cumming. Then he gave her one final thrust of his fingers and held them there, deep inside her, filling up her pussy, pushing his fingers up against her as she squeezed her muscles against them.

Britney’s body started to shake and a low moan escaped from her throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as her body tensed, her pussy squeezing even tighter against his fingers for just a moment before releasing a flood of juices that ran over his hand and started down his arm.

Scott immediately started to go back to work on her with his fingers but Britney grabbed his arm and pulled it out of her. With her hand wrapped around his wrist, she brought his hand up to her face and stuck his fingers in her mouth. Her other hand ventured down to his cock and started slowly stroking it.

“Enough of the foreplay,” she said after licking his fingers clean of her juices. “I want you to fuck me with that fat cock of yours.”

“Are you sure?” he said. “Because I can do this all night long.”

“Maybe some other time. Right now I need you inside of me.”

“If you insist,” Scott said. He threw her legs open and slid in between them. With his cock in hand, he guided it towards her snatch, pausing one last time to tease her for just a moment by slapping it against her pussy lips a couple of times before sticking it in.

Britney’s pussy was still soaking wet from before, allowing Scott’s cock to slide in with ease despite its size. She let out a long breath as he entered her, followed by a low moan of pleasure.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling his head down towards hers until their faces were mere inches apart. “I love having your cock inside me.”

They stayed like that for a little while, face-to-face, staring into each others eyes while Scott fucked her with long, slow strokes. Then they started to kiss, slowly and passionately at first, their tongues moving in each others mouths, exploring and tasting each other in ways they hadn’t done so yet, in ways that fucking each other didn’t allow.

In many ways, kissing was more intimate than having sex, and for Scott it was just as exciting, if not more so. He’d often found that making out and moving slowly against his partner was the surest way to arriving at orgasm more quickly than he wanted to. He’d learned that in order to last longer, he needed to fuck faster, harder, more aggressively. If things continued in the direction they were going he wouldn’t have much time until he was going to explode. And he didn’t want that. Not yet.

So he pulled his mouth away from Britney’s and leaned back and slid up onto his knees. He grabbed ahold of her legs and threw them up over his shoulders and started to pound away, his hips slamming down into her, his cock filling up her pussy, his balls slapping up against her asshole as he hammered away at her.

“Right there, right fucking there,” Britney said, her voice higher-pitched than usual and trembling with pleasure. “Pound me with that big fucking cock. Pound me!”

Scott loved hearing Britney talk dirty as he fucked her; loved it a little too much, in fact. Hearing her begging to get fucked was bringing him ever closer to orgasm, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid. But he wasn’t going to tell her to stop talking, no way in hell. So he decided he’d just have to get even more aggressive with her.

He yanked her legs down from around his shoulders and pushed them back and down towards her so her knees were pressed onto the couch, one on each side of her body, essentially folding her in half. Holding Britney’s legs in place, his body well above hers, Scott once again went to work, slamming into her with everything he had, his body working like a furious jackhammer, intent on only thing; fucking her into oblivion.

And it seemed to be working.

Britney’s face was a mask of pleasure, eyes rolling around and full of ecstasy, face red with exertion, mouth closed tight against a scream. Her hands were above her head, holding on to the edge of the couch for dear life, fingers gripping the material tightly enough to leave marks.

Scott let go of one of her legs and went to work on her breast, squeezing and groping and slapping it as he fucked her, getting Britney even more excited. Her hand flew down to her clit and started furiously rubbing away while her moans  and grunts grew louder and more insistent, practically animalistic.

Scott was totally into the moment, enjoying himself immensely, but still he wanted more. He wanted to push the envelope, see if he could take things are far as he thought he could, as far, indeed, as he thought Britney wanted him to go. From what he’d seen of her so far, she would have no problem with anything he did, and he was pretty sure she wasn’t anywhere near her limits yet. And he got the distinct feeling that she was looking for him to push her.

He decided to test his theory.

Remembering Britney’s hand around her own throat earlier, Scott released his hold on her breast and slid his right hand up her chest and towards her neck.

He gripped it softly at first, just to see how she’d react.

Scott was excited to see it was with a smile and a nasty little gleam in her eye. He squeezed a little harder. Her smile grew a little wider. This got him a little more excited, something he’d not thought possible. Time to turn things up a notch.

Scott shifted positions to give himself a better angle, adjusting so he was lying sideways on the couch with Britney alongside him, lying mostly on her back. Scott was partially on top of her, partially to her side. Britney’s left leg was pressed up against her body, his arm hooked around the back of it, pushing her knee up against her left breast. His right hand was gripping a fistful of her hair and his left hand was wrapped around her throat, choking her while he was fucking her.

Their faces were inches apart and they were staring at each other, eyes locked together. Britney was totally into it, her eyes wide with intense pleasure, her breathing labored, her face flushed.

Still fucking her with everything he had, Scott tightened his grasp on her throat, not enough to hurt her but enough to severely constrict her flow of breath. Her face reddened further and her mouth opened and closed a few times as though searching for oxygen. Her eyelids started fluttering softly.

He choked her for another couple of seconds, taking her closer to the edge of passing out before letting go of her throat.

Britney gulped in gasping breaths, her eyes wide now, the color coming back to her face in a rush. Once she’d regained her breath, she started bucking against him harder than before, obviously turned on by the experience.

She grabbed ahold of Scott’s hair and pulled his head down towards her. Then she craned her neck and stuck her tongue in his mouth and started aggressively exploring it. A few seconds later she yanked his head back and relaxed her hold on his mouth. She pressed her forehead against his and stared directly into his eyes from mere centimeters away.

“Do it again,” she said, her voice pleading with need. “Please do it again.”

Smiling at her, taunting her again, he said, “You like that do you? You like my hand around your throat while I fuck you?”

“I love it,” Britney said. “I fucking love it. Do it again. Please?”

So Scott obliged, once again gripping her hair with one hand and her throat with the other. He hammered his cock into her pussy, tightening his grip on her throat with every thrust as she slammed her body back into his.

Just like before, he took Britney right to the edge of passing out before releasing her throat. She gasped for breath, smiling and laughing the entire time, her excitement palpable, infecting him with desire. Scott pulled his cock out of her to give himself a little break. No need for it to get too excited. He was having too much fun to end this session anytime soon.

“You’re quite a little slut, aren’t you?” he said.

“Not a little one,” Britney replied, grinning ferociously. “I’m a huge fucking slut.”

“Well then, Miss huge fucking slut. What else do you like?”

“I like it all,” she said. “Whatever you can think of.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she said, moving her hand down to grab ahold of his throbbing cock. “The nastier the better.”

“Is that right?”

Britney bit her bottom lip and nodded, her eyes wide and gleaming with exhilaration.

Scott decided to see if she meant it.

He reared back and smacked her in the cheek, not very hard, but not gently either.

Her eyes lit up even further.

“Oh, you like that too, huh?” he said, his smile growing bigger.

Britney flashed an evil grin and nodded.

So Scott smacked her again, a little harder this time. Her grin grew wider and she started breathing harder. Her hands flashed down to her tits and she started groping herself, squeezing and slapping and pinching her own nipples.

He smacked her again, and again and again, growing more excited at her rising enthusiasm, as though they were functions of each other. With every smack she moaned a little louder, a little more intensely. She had now taken to working her clit with one hand, aggressively rubbing it as he slapped her. She seemed totally lost, her eyes glazed over and her body quivering.

As usual, her excitement served to fuel his lust even more than fucking her had. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His cock was so hard it was painful, threatening to burst from its skin. It was time to finish her off. Or, more accurately, himself. At least for the time being.

Scott grabbed a handful of Britney’s hair and stood up, lifting her up with him. He spun her around and threw her face-first onto the couch, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her onto her knees so her ass was up in the air, waiting for him, beckoning, the perfect height for him to fuck her while standing.

He sidled up to her and slid his cock into her pussy, penetrating her from behind. Without so much as a pause for breath he started slamming into her, long and deep and fast, his hands around her hips for balance.

Britney got into it too, bouncing her ass back into his hips with every thrust, allowing him to penetrate her deeper than he would have been able to on his own.

“Oh my god,” she said. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like that, do you?” Scott said. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?”

“I love it,” she said, her voice nearly cracking. “I love it your cock inside me. Don’t stop fucking me, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

As it had all night, Britney’s talking fueled Scott’s excitement ever further. He  reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up towards his while still fucking her at a frenetic pace. He wrapped one hand around her throat and held her in place while letting the other arm slip down and grab ahold of her breast. Squeezing tight with both hands, he continued fucking her with everything he had, their bodies slamming up against each other, the room filling with grunts of exertion and pleasure.

After taking Britney nearly to the point of passing out once again, he released her throat, allowing her to breathe. As she was gasping for breath he climbed up onto the couch so his feet were alongside her body.  Squatting over Britney with his cock still inside her pussy, Scott pushed her shoulders down so her face was pressing up against the cushions of the couch and her ass was up in the air.

Leaning forward, he grabbed the back of the couch and used it for leverage as he proceeded to pound the shit out Britney, his hips slamming up against her ass, his balls slapping up against the underside of her snatch. He hammered her for what seemed like an eternity, her pussy opening up further and further, allowing him to explore new depths with every thrust, her perfect little pink asshole staring him in the face, beckoning him, begging to be played with.

But her asshole would have to wait for another time, as he was already on the verge of orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said quickly under his breath. “I’m gonna cum.”

Before the words had even finished leaving his mouth Britney had pulled away from him and spun around and was sitting on the couch, her head in between his legs and at the same level as his cock. He remained standing on the couch as she began sucking his cock and jerking him off and then his body tensed up and he got right to that magical moment where the entire world was a blur and then there was a mighty release of tension and he was shooting his sperm right into Britney’s open mouth and all over her smiling face while she continued jerking him off until every last trace of cum had exited his body.

She used her hand to squeeze the final drops from his cock then wrapped her lips around it one last time for a brief post orgasm blow job that caused him to shimmy and shake and try to pull away but she wouldn’t let him.

Laughing, Britney finally released his cock and fell back onto the couch. Scott grabbed his shirt off the ground and tossed it to her.

She wiped the cum off her face and dropped the shirt to the ground then leaned back onto the couch.

“So what happens now?” Scott asked, sitting down next to her.

“What do you mean?”

“How are we going to work this little arrangement? Are we just going to get together whenever one of us feels like it, or what?”

“I was thinking of setting up a little bit of structure,” Britney said. “I figure we’ve only gotten together on holidays so far, so we might as well just continue on with that pattern.”

“Holidays only, huh?”

Britney nodded. “Hopefully if we set some rules limiting our interactions it’ll keep things interesting, help us avoid getting sick of each other.”

“And keep us from getting too close,” Scott added. “Help nip any emotional attachment in the bud.”

“Exactly,” Britney said. “Plus it’ll give us something to look forward to. A little extra treat on the holidays.”

“Give them a little bit of meaning,” Scott said with an ironic smile.

Britney laughed. “So? What do you think?”

“It sounds good to me,” he said. “At the very least it’ll keep things interesting.”

Britney ran her hand down Scott’s chest and grabbed ahold of his cock, which was still partially hard and growing harder at her touch.

“And speaking of interesting,” she said, a wicked little smirk on her face as she started slowly jerking him off. “I find the fact that you’re still apparently not all used up for the night pretty interesting.”

“Used up? Hell, I’ve barely even gotten started.”

“Is that right?”

He nodded. “I figure we’ve only got one night every month or so, we might as well make it count.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Britney said, standing up. “Do you mind if I jump in the shower before round two?”

“Only if you don’t mind having me in there with you,” Scott said as he climbed to his feet.

“I was counting on it,” Britney said.

Smiling, she grabbed ahold of his cock, which was once again standing at full attention, and started walking towards the bathroom, pulling him along with her.

 

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A VERY DEPRAVED THREESOME


I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that. 

Once the door opens I see that the brunette is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on the blonde’s neck. Like a dog. The brunette walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and the blonde follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them.

I ask them their names so I can keep them straight in my own head.

“I’m Theresa,” the brunette says. “And my pet here is named Holly.”

I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night.

Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways.

Theresa is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does.

Holly is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

Theresa bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Holly.

Holly turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string.

Theresa takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Holly climbs up onto the bed. Theresa sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses.

I turn my eyes to the bed, where Holly has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself.

Theresa is watching Holly but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe.

“Faster,” Theresa says.

Holly obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity.

“Now finger yourself,” Theresa says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock.

Holly sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in.

“Faster,” Theresa says.

Holly’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense.

“Another one,” Theresa says.

Holly sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy.

“Now fuck yourself some more,” Theresa says.

Holly’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles,  slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements.

“Harder,” Theresa says. She’s still watching Holly intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock.

Holly does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust.

“Now taste yourself,” Theresa says.

Holly pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them. 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Theresa says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Theresa grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Holly, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.”

Holly does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon.

Theresa leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good.

And it gets even better as Theresa takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out.

Theresa gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock.   

“You taste so fucking good,” Theresa says as she goes back to work on my cock.

On the bed, Holly now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap.

Theresa slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Holly. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.”

Holly pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed.

“Get on your knees,” Theresa says.  

Holly does as she’s ordered.

“Now crawl,” Theresa says.

Holly begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Theresa sees me watching Holly.

“You like that, don’t you?” Theresa asks.

“Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat.

Theresa laughs and continues to jerk me off as Holly arrives.

Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Holly and Theresa start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Holly is moving down Theresa’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Theresa grabs Holly’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth.

Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Holly detaches from Theresa’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Theresa continues sucking my cock.

Then Holly arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Theresa slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Holly works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.

I look down and see nothing but the back of Theresa’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Holly’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

“Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.

Theresa slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Holly is still going to town on my balls.

I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Theresa’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.

When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Holly’s hair and pulls her head up.

“Sit on his cock,” Theresa says.

Holly giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.   

Theresa stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Holly rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Holly’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Theresa’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.

Theresa seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch.  “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”

Theresa grabs Holly by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

“My turn,” Theresa says. She throws Holly aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.

Theresa’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Holly’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.

“Grab my tits,” she says.

I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.

“Squeeze them,” she says.

Again I obey.

“Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.”

I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch. 

Holly is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.

Theresa leads me to Holly like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Holly, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Holly has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.

Theresa drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Holly’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Theresa moves aside, leaving the way open for me.

I slide my cock into Holly’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.

With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Theresa has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.

“Harder,” Theresa whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.

“Spread her ass,” Theresa says. “I want to see her gape.”

I do as instructed, spreading Holly’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.

Holly is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.

“That’s right,” Theresa says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”

I do as I’m told.

Holly yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.

“That’s right,” Theresa says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”

Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Holly’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Theresa continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.

“Fuck her harder,” Theresa says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.

“Harder.”

Thrust.

“Harder!”

Thrust.

“Harder!!”

And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on her,” Theresa says. “All over her back.”

And with Theresa egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Holly’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.

And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Theresa comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Holly’s back. I shake my head and watch as Theresa collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Holly on her back and climbs until her face is above Holly’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Holly’s waiting mouth. Then Theresa they switch positions and Holly returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Theresa’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Holly’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.

Theresa and Holly giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.

No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

 

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SEDUCING THE SALESMAN

 

Emma comes back after a long, hard day at work horny as hell, so as soon she gets home she goes into her bedroom closet and pulls out a dildo, one of the bigger ones she owns, twelve inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.

Within seconds she’s fully naked and going to town on the dildo, ramming it down her throat, making herself gag, coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Saliva is getting everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down her chin, her chest, getting on her tits.

With one hand still gripping the dildo, Emma uses her free hand to bang herself, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and working them around inside, adding a third finger as she gets warmed up, then a fourth.

After forcing herself to deepthroat the dildo for a full five seconds while all four fingers are jammed deep in her pussy, Emma’s ready to move on.

She slides the dildo from her throat, leaving it coated with her saliva, and yanks her fingers out of her pussy and switches her hands, licking her pussy juices off her fingers while slipping the dildo inside her dripping wet snatch.

Once her fingers are licked clean, she returns that hand to the dildo too, allowing her to use both hands to slam it in and out of her pussy, forcing it as deep as it will go and banging away at warp speed.

Half a minute later Emma lets out a low groan of pleasure and bites down on her bottom lip as an orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and her pussy squirt, leaving a mess of her juices on the bed.

“Holy fucking shit,” Emma says aloud as she cums, her breath ragged and her hair covering her face.

But she’s not done, not by a longshot. She’s still wound up way too tight to quit after just one orgasm.

Emma is just about to get to work on herself again when the doorbell rings.

Cursing aloud, she tells herself not to answer the door. But then there’s another ring, followed by a knock.

“What the hell,” she says aloud. She pulls the dildo out of her pussy and drops it onto the covers of her bed. Climbing to her feet, she leaves her room and heads towards the front door, not even bothering to put her clothes back on.

Once at the door, she peeks out the peephole.

It’s a young man, no more than twenty years old, wearing a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and blue jeans. He’s pretty cute, with short dark hair and a decent face and a nice body. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hand and a little book.

It appears as though he’s either selling something or going door-to-door to talk about religion. Either way, Emma doesn’t give a shit. She’s going to use him for her own means.

Smiling wryly, completely naked and not trying to hide herself in any way, she opens the door wide.

The young man’s jaw drops.

“What’s the matter,” Emma says. “Never seen a naked woman before?”

His mouth moves up and down but he doesn’t say anything.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she says, grabbing his tie and using it to roughly pull him inside. “Get your cute little ass in here.”

“But, but, but,” the young man stammers as she slams the door behind them.

Emma shuts him up by leaning forward and sliding her tongue into his mouth.

There’s a little bit of resistance at first, but it isn’t long before the young man is returning her kiss, albeit a little awkwardly. It’s obvious he doesn’t have much experience in this sort of thing. But that’s okay. Emma has more than enough for both of them.

She breaks off the kiss and grabs ahold of his tie once again and pulls him towards her, until their faces are practically touching.

Staring directly into his eyes, she says, “You arrived at a very opportune time, do you know that?”

The young man shakes his head from side to side.

“Well, you did,” Emma says. “Because I was just starting to masturbate, and once I get started, I can’t stop until I’m completely satisfied. And that takes quite a long time. Do you know what that means?”

Again the young man shakes his head. It appears that he’s having trouble processing the situation. Which, again, is fine with her.

“That means that you’re going to have to hang around for a while and help me get off,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”

This time, he nods.

“Good,” Emma says, smiling widely. She takes his hand and turns around and starts walking towards her room, leading him along.

“What’s your name?” she asks, turning back to peek at him for a moment. She doesn’t really care what his name is but figures it will make him uncomfortable to hear her talking dirty to him, especially if she calls him by his name, and that’s a big part of the fun here today, to make this young man uncomfortable while she uses him for her own means.

“Scotty,” he eventually manages.

“Hello Scotty, I’m Emma. Pleased to meet you.”

“You too,” Scotty says.

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Scotty?” Emma asks as they reach her bedroom.

Scotty shakes his head from side to side. “No.”

“That’s okay,” she says, turning him around so his back is to the bed. She turns around so she’s facing him head-on. “Because I have.”

Emma gives Scotty a two-handed shove, pushing him onto the bed, his back to the covers and his face towards the ceiling.

“So just sit back and do as you’re told and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself more than you ever have in your life,” she says.

“Okay,” Scotty replies.

Smiling, Emma yanks off his shoes, then his socks. Leaning forward she undoes his belt, then his zipper, then pulls his pants and boxers off.

“Oh my,” she says, catching a glimpse of his hard cock for the first time. It’s sticking straight up and is a good eight inches long and pretty damn thick. “That’s a bonus.”

And with that, Emma goes to work on Scotty’s cock, sucking it and jerking him off at the same time, getting his hard cock nice and wet and slippery.

“Holy shit,” Scotty says in a soft voice as Emma blows him like a pro, changing up the depth and pressure continuously, maintaining eye contact, and getting him more and more excited with every passing second.

She doesn’t want to get him too excited, however, so she slows things down a bit, giving Scotty a chance to recover.

Slapping his hard cock against her tits while looking straight at him, Emma says, “So what do you think so far, Scotty? Is it turning out to be a good day for you?”

“The best,” Scotty says, smiling goofily.

“Yeah, I thought so,” she says, smacking his cock against her cheek, then her tongue, but not closing her lips around it. “You picked the right time to come knocking on my door, that’s for sure.”

She sticks the head of his cock between her lips and gives it a good, hard suck before popping it out of her mouth.

Scotty shivers and makes a pathetic little moaning sound.

Emma laughs. But she can tell from the look on Scotty’s face that he doesn’t have much time before he’s going to cum, so she knows she has to get a move on if she wants to take care of herself before he’s finished.

With this in mind, she climbs up onto the bed and straddles Scotty. She grabs ahold of his hard cock and holds up straight up, then drops her pussy onto it, sliding it inside her snatch, impaling herself.


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