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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2018 by Ashley Embers


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.

















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.

“Holy shit,” Scotty says between gritted teeth as Emma starts to bounce atop his cock, riding it like a cowgirl, going like a maniac right from the get-go.

“You like that, don’t you?” Emma says, throwing her hair back to give Scotty a good look at her as she smiles down at him, looking him directly in the eyes. “You like it when I hammer down on your cock like that?”

Scotty nods. He’s breathing hard and his face is screwed up in a mask of concentration. Emma’s seen that look many times before and realizes she has even less time than she thought before he’s going to shoot his load.

She starts hammering down on him more aggressively than ever, driving him into the bed hard enough that he’s flinching with every thrust. His cock is deep inside her, pressing against her insides in places that other men rarely can, getting her more and more excited, but still it isn’t enough. She simply needs more time before she cums and it doesn’t look like Scotty is going to make it for more than a few more seconds.

Emma grabs Scotty’s arms and places his hands on her tits, giving him something else to think about besides cumming while also giving her something else to get off on.

“Squeeze them,” Emma says, pounding down onto him with everything she has. His cock is filling her up, pressing against her vaginal walls and getting her closer and closer to orgasm.

Scotty obliges, gripping her tits more tightly. But not tight enough.

“Harder,” Emma says. “I can take it. You’re not going to hurt me.”

So Scotty does, squeezing them with the serious force.

It’s exactly what Emma needs, and she uses it to cum, slamming her ass down onto his cock a few more times before letting out a low groan as the orgasm washes over her, sending juices squirting out of her pussy and all over his cock, drenching it even further.

Her orgasm arrives just in time too, as no more than five seconds after it passes, Scotty mumbles, “Oh shit, oh shit,” under his breath.

“Are you going to cum?” Emma asks, still hammering away at him.

Scotty nods emphatically. His face is red and his lips are pressed tightly together.

Emma scrambles off him and drops down and takes Scotty’s cock in her mouth. She sucks on it, bouncing her head up and down, working the tip with her lips and tongue while her hands jerks off his shaft, tasting herself (and loving it!) the entire time.

Scotty lets out a soft little sound and Emma slips his cock out of her mouth at the last second while still jerking him off. He releases his seed with his cock sticking straight up in the air, sending it shooting from the tip of his cock towards the ceiling in ever-decreasing spurts.

Emma wears some of his cum on her chest and stomach, but most of it ends up on the bed or Scotty’s chest after gravity gets ahold of it. She jerks him off until every last drop of his cum has escaped, then leans forward and sucks on the tip of his cock one last time, extracting everything he has.

Only once Scotty is shivering from the sensation does Emma let go of his cock with her mouth, releasing it with a pop.

Laughing softly, Scotty looks at her and shakes his head. “Wow,” he says.

Smiling back at him, Emma says, “You liked that, did you?”

“It was amazing,” he says.

“Why thank you,” Emma says, climbing to her feet. She offers her hand to Scotty, who takes it. She then pulls him to his feet also and leads him back towards the living room, pausing only to grab the rest of his clothes off the floor.

You were amazing,” Scotty says, clearing basking the afterglow of an orgasm.

“I wish I could say the same about the you,” Emma says as she opens the door and shoves him onto the porch, tossing his clothes out there with him.

As Scotty covers himself up in embarrassment and surprise, Emma laughs and shuts the door on him, then locks it, just in case. Using the peephole once again, she peeks outside, still chuckling under her breath as Scotty quickly climbs into his pants, gathers himself, and walks off the porch and down the walkway, looking back once before making his way onto the sidewalk.

Emma’s laugh trails off and she heads back to her bedroom. Scotty was a nice little diversion, but she still isn’t anywhere close to satiated. Without so much as a pause for breath, she grabs the dildo from off her bed and goes back to work on herself. Maybe in an hour or so she’ll be worn out, but if not, there are plenty of people she can call to come over and help her finish the job. She’ll just have to wait and see.






Let me tell you about the slut down the street. Her name is Holly and she’s nineteen years old. Although not the hottest girl in the world, Holly is extremely cute, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body. Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.

But where she really shines is her attitude. Upon first seeing her, Holly appears like she’s going to be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor. Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something that I adore in people, especially women.

And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of mine, no matter how perverted.

Holly is a true slut, in the best sense of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at all.

We hooked up for the first time six months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.




I was on my way back to my house after a three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so, actually.

“You like what you see?” she asked. She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

I stopped in front of her. We were about five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing but she wore them well.

“That depends,” I said. “Do you?”

She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute girl for boy, of course.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

“Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile masking my disbelief.

“What? Did I stutter?” she said.

“No, I guess you didn’t.”

“Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

I considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

“You’re serious?” I asked, just to make sure.

“Absolutely,” she replied.

I pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

“Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”

“Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

So I did.

She unlocked the door and held it open for me. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Holly.”

“I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly well furnished. I idly wondered if Holly lived alone. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

“Nice to meet you, Clay,” Holly said, closing the door behind us.

She took my hand and led me across the living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.

We went through the first door on the right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television, a couple of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.

I closed the door behind us and when I turned around, Holly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.

“Okay, then,” I said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

“Yes it is,” Holly said right before she took my cock in her mouth.

My cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Holly worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t complaining.

Shortly after my cock was hard, Holly stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks and shoes.

Once we were both naked, she spun me around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove, pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came crashing down.

Before we had even stopped bouncing, Holly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me, straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.

It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping me from getting too comfortable.

I ran my hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

Staring down at me, Holly’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto my body with more and more force. Both of us were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto my cock even more aggressively.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

She hammered down on me a couple more times then climbed off my cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between my legs.

Staring directly at me, she ran her tongue up and down my cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on mine, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

I nodded, unsure of whether I could even speak at that point.

Sensing my trepidation, Holly laughed, then took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping my cock in her hand, she jerked me off, still maintaining eye contact.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

“I fucking love it,” I said, finding my voice.

“It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yes it does,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on my cock and turned around.

Climbing onto her hands and knees, she stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at me as I sat there, staring at her.

“You like what you see?” she asked.

“Very much so,” I said.

“Well then, what are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer, so I climbed to my knees and slid my body in behind hers. I grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that I was afraid of giving her too much of my cock for fear that I wouldn’t last very long inside her if I did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into me, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against me hard enough that I was losing my balance. I grabbed ahold of her hips and started moving forward as she moved back, our bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but we quickly settled into a nice rhythm.  

We continued on like this, our bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Her breath was growing more rapid, as was mine, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from our mouths.

I grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming my cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, our bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

“Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

Holly shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned me, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

Holly turned her head and looked back at me, and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

So I did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

This drove me crazy with lust, and I started hammering my cock into her even more aggressively.

“Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

And Holly was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while I continued pounding away at her.

Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off me. Before I had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around my cock .

Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while I looked down at her. Holly worked my cock like a champ, jerking me off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping me on my toes.

One of her hands slid down to my ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow me. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took my cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging my balls.

I let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at me with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

“Of course I do,” I said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

She flashed me a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

“Oh I do,” I said. “I most definitely do.”

I climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her towards me. Giggling, Holly scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, I spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to my knees. I shot her a quick glance, then buried my face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

I started working it with my tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Holly made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. I was too, totally digging the control I had over her while I was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

I glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, I got my fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while I moved my tongue up and dug it into her clit.

This set Holly off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched my fingers and my mouth with its juices.

Feeling my own orgasm creeping ever closer, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my tongue away from her clit and climbed to my feet.

“You’re really fucking good at that,” Holly said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

“So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

“If you insist,” I said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed my cock immediately.

I tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So I didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

Holly threw her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving me a better angle to work with and allowing my cock deeper inside her.

Leaning forward, my palms on the bed, elbows locked out, I pummeled her with everything I had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath me.

She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

“Almost,” I replied.

“Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

“Don’t worry, I will,” I said.

I pumped my cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid my cock out of her pussy.

Holly climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of me. She grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of my shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of my cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing my cum from me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said under my breath as my body took the final steps towards orgasm.

Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Holly continued sucking my cock right up until the moment my sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off my cock and jerk me off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

I spasmed four times before falling still.

Holly’s tits were covered in my sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from me before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

I fell down next to her. Both our backs were on the covers and our eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

“Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

“I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” I said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

“I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

“None at all,” I said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”






To be perfectly honest, I’m still not exactly sure how I ended up in the living room of a gorgeous woman with my cock pushing hard against my pants and my excitement level threatening to go through the roof.

Not long before, I’d been drinking with some friends at a bar when Mason had approached us, injecting herself into our conversation as though we were all longtime friends, even though none of us had ever seen her before.

She was tall and lanky, with huge tits and an incredible face. She was dressed in a gray tank top that left her midriff exposed and barely covered her black bra, plus jean shorts that showed off her long and lean but powerful-looking legs. Even though we were inside the bar, she was wearing sunglasses, which (obviously) hid her eyes, but for some reason it just made her seem like she was far too cool for such a shithole of a bar, which was probably true.

Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.

“To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”

I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.

No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”

Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.

As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, towering over me.

“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.

“I fucking love it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, Mason danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.

Once she was ready to go, she crawled over towards me. By now my cock was pressing hard against the inside of my pants, trying to break out.

“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she said, dropping her head on my leg and staring at my bulge.

“More than ready,” I replied.

Smiling, she pulled my pants off, freeing up my cock. It was sticking straight up, hard as a rock.

“Pretty impressive,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Do you mind?” she asked, glancing down at my cock with slightly raised eyebrows.

“Be my guest,” I said, smiling.

She started going to town, sucking my cock like a pro, running her tongue up and down it and taking the tip of it in her mouth while she worked the shaft with her hand and then taking it progressively further and further down into her mouth.

After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.

Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.

After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ, for another five seconds before pulling away.

Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.

“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Mason. “That was incredible.”

“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”

“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”

“If you insist,” she said as I laid her on the couch.

It was an L-shaped couch and Mason was on the connecting section, giving up lots of room to work. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy hanging just off the edge.

I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and scooting up towards her and burying my face in her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she moaned as I went to town on her snatch, licking and tonguing it and getting it all wet and sloppy.

A short time later I got my fingers involved too, sliding two of them inside her pussy while I rubbed my tongue against on her clit.

Mason was moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me as I worked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. She’d grabbed ahold of her heels, holding her legs up by her head and opening herself up to me even more.

Once I’d gotten her pussy nice and warmed up enough, I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.

We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.

“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Mason said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”

And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.

“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right fucking there!”

My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.

“Keep fucking me,” Mason said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.

I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.

“You like that shit, do you?” Mason said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”

“I love it,” I replied.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.

Instead of answering back, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.

“Oooohhh, getting a little nasty there, are you?”

“Just a bit,” I said, pulling my tongue off her asshole for a moment.

“Is that how you like it?” Mason said. “Are you an ass man?”

I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”

“Okay? Hell, I prefer it in the ass. Asses are my favorite thing in the world.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my fingers, just two of them, to start.

As Mason moaned and groaned and thoroughly enjoyed herself, I worked her asshole with my fingers, sliding them in and out in an ever-increasing pace while I buried my face between her legs.

Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open, allowing my tongue access to places deep inside her. And the more I worked her pussy the wider her asshole became. I slipped a third finger inside it, and a short time after that, a fourth.

With four of my fingers in her asshole and my tongue in her snatch, it wasn’t long before Mason came again, letting out a scream, followed by another stream of juices shooting out of her pussy and drenching my face.

Once she was finished, she grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked my head up towards her face. With my fingers still deep inside her asshole, she licked my face clean of her juices then slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored around.

“Enough screwing around,” she said after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were no more than a centimeter apart, our eyes locked together. “I need your hard cock in my asshole. Right now.”

“If you insist,” I said, smiling.

“Oh, I do, I do,” Mason said with a laugh as she threw her legs back and wrapped her ankles around the back of her neck, folding her body in half and opening herself up to me.

With her hands free once again, she grabbed my arm and gave it a yank, freeing my fingers from her asshole. Then she pulled them towards her face.

“I love the taste of my own asshole,” she said, slipping my index finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Once it was clean, she popped it out. “Especially when I’m getting fucked in it at the same time,” she added before sliding my other three fingers into her mouth and going to work on them.

Getting the hint, I used my free hand to grab ahold of my harder-than-ever cock and slid the tip of it into her wide, gaping asshole. It went in easily, without much resistance at all. But despite the ease of entry, it was still a snug fit, as her anus squeezed against the entirety of my cock equally, even as I pumped it in and out of her.

Mason’s groans were muffled by my fingers, which were still planted firmly in her mouth, but they were still louder than before. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she’d said she loved getting fucked in the ass.

As I increased the pace of my cock moving in and out of her asshole, Mason yanked my fingers from her mouth and guided my hand down towards one of her big, gorgeous tits and placed my hand on it.

I gave her tit a squeeze and she let out a little yelp that was full of pleasure.

“That’s right,” she said. “Squeeze my fucking tits while you hammer my asshole with your cock.”

Not one to turn down a request from a woman, I moved my other hand to her free tit and squeezed both of them at the same time.

“Harder,” Mason said, her breath ragged. “Give me all you got.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the squeezing or the fucking, so I decided to give her both, hammering my cock in and out of her asshole while gripping my hands as tightly as I could around her massive tits.

“Is this what you want?” I asked between heavy breaths. “Is this how you liked getting fucked? Nice and hard?”

Mason bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. Her breaths were more shallow and quicker than before, and her mouth was opened slightly and little mewling noises were coming from her throat. She appeared to be in the throes of ecstasy.

Thirty seconds later she came again, using one of her hands to rub at her clit while the orgasm rode over her, sending even more of her pussy juices squirting out of her snatch and getting everywhere.

I had been steadily rising towards orgasm for a while, and her asshole squeezing my cock even tighter as she came very nearly put me over the edge.

Mason must have recognized the look on my face, as she gave me a wry little smile and said, “You’re just about to cum, aren’t you?”

I nodded my head reluctantly. For as much as I would have liked to continue fucking her ass, I knew I’d reached the point of no return. I had maybe half a minute left and that was it.

“Then bring your cock up here,” she said. “I want to clean your cock of my ass juices before you cum on my face.”

With Mason’s dirty talking turning me on even more, I quickly yanked my cock from her asshole and scrambled up the couch, straddling her body while I climbed to my feet on the couch.

Tightly gripping the back of the couch for support, I guided my cock into Mason’s open mouth and began to pump my hips forward and back, slamming my cock into her mouth while she groaned and gagged and choked beneath me.

I was somehow still able to hold off cumming for the time being, and thought I might even be able to continue doing so for a little while, but that thought was quickly squashed as Mason ran one of her hands between my legs.

Bypassing my sack, which I figured was her destination, she kept going until one of her fingers was between my ass cheeks, and then was rubbing my asshole.

I cursed under my breath and let out a low, animalistic groan, but was still able to keep myself from cumming, at least until the tip of her finger entered my asshole.

Once that happened, it was all over.

A deep, gasping breath, followed by a series of curses and then my entire body was shivering from head toe as the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced racked my body.

Mason popped my cock out of her mouth as I started to cum but continued jerking me off, taking blast after blast of my seed onto her face, until it was covered in white. Her finger remained in my asshole until I was finished, after which she gently pulled it out then stuck it into her mouth.

Watching her suck my ass juices off her finger with a face full of cum was a treat, it was so dirty and nasty and filthy and awesome that I just shook my head and laughed under my breath.

“I take it you liked that?” she said after popping her finger out of her mouth.

“Yeah, you could say that,” I muttered, still smiling, as I flopped down onto the couch next to her.

“Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” she asked, turning to look at me. She was smiling as though she had enjoyed herself.

“That and more,” I said.

“That’s good to her,” Mason said. “I always like it when people leave satisfied.”

“Well I certainly am,” I said. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Were you satisfied?” I asked.

“Absolutely,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” Mason said. “Why?”

“I just feel bad that I didn’t last longer,” I said.

“Don’t worry about how long you lasted,” she said. “You made me cum three times, which is more than I was expecting.”


“Hell yes,” she said. And while I didn’t necessarily believe her, she was a good enough actress that I came away not feeling too guilty.

“Well okay then,” I said.

“And besides, now you have something to shoot for next time we get together.”

Now that made me happy. An invitation back was more than I could have hoped for.

“Unless, of course, you don’t want to see me again,” Mason said, looking at me with a fake pout.

“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, playing along. But I couldn’t fake it for more than a few seconds and I broke out in a wide smile. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I’d love to get together again. Sooner rather than later.”

“Then it’s a date,” Mason said. “And next time we can actually get a little freaky instead of playing it safe.”

“Sounds good,” I said, thinking all the while: If what we just did was safe, what the hell was freaky going to look like?

I had no idea. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t wait to find out.






Seducing men isn’t an art form, it’s a matter of simple numbers. Ask enough men if they want to fuck and eventually you’ll find one that will. Usually within a couple of minutes. Especially if you look like Brooke. 5’10, 135 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, toned body, a great rack, tight ass, long legs; she’s every man’s dream. She rarely get denied, and when she does, it’s no big deal, she just moves on to the next one.

Now, most people think seducing random guys is dangerous. But it’s anything but. Because Brooke does it the right way. The smart way. No seducing men at a bar, where they’re drunk and dangerous and you have to go home with them. Or at some party where anything can happen. No chance. It’s all about picking the right situation, one where you’re more likely to find a certain kind of man, one that you can trust (relatively speaking) and where help it not far away at all.

Brooke likes hotels. Especially the nicer ones near the airport. Businessmen, usually, with a little bit of a money and a job. Plus a family, which is always a plus, especially considering how most men treat matrimony these days. Most of the time she does her dirty work in the hotel gym. It’s good for a few reasons.

First of all, she gets to show off her body without making it look like she’s doing it on purpose. Shorts and a t-shirt or sometimes just a training bra are a great way to display her assets while also revealing plenty of skin. Plus the men usually aren’t wearing much either, which means they can’t hide anything. The running shorts they usually wear, with the thin material and high cuts make it pretty easy to see what they have going on down below.

Another benefit to the gym is its inherent solitude. A person is usually there by themselves, making it easier to talk without being in danger of getting yourself in trouble because of witnesses. In fact, Brooke will often wait until the later hours of the night to make her move, when one man is in the gym all by himself. Not only does it make the man feel special, but the lack of other people cuts down significantly on the embarrassment factor.

One final added benefit is a simple one; only a certain kind of man goes to the gym. Usually younger, or at least in decent shape, and they usually don’t hate themselves, otherwise they wouldn’t bother making themselves better. Which is always a bonus.

As for the hotel itself, its advantages are pretty obvious. Namely, a room nearby, most likely empty except for the one person staying in it. Private but not too private; a room all to yourself but lots of people in close range, which usually keeps things from getting out of hand. Clean, a bed, a shower, all that good stuff. Plus the transitory nature of hotels is a big plus, especially the near a major airport. Not much danger of getting into an awkward situation down the road, for Brooke or for the man, which is always a big factor in these things. 




Brooke saw Walter in the hotel gym just after 10PM on a Friday night. He was a good-looking man in his mid-thirties, a shade over six feet tall, dark hair, a rugged face, and a well-maintained body.

She’d been trolling hotels in the area for a couple of hours, looking for the right man and the right situation and it looked like she found it.

After catching his eye and then chatting him up a little bit, she made her move, asking him for a spot while she did some squats. He obliged.

And once she was done she put her hand on his shoulder and said in a sexy voice: “There’s something else you can help me out with.”

He gave her a sideways glance, as though he hadn’t heard her right.

“Come on,” Brooke said. “You’re a good looking man. Don’t tell me the is the first time you’ve ever been propositioned.”

“No,” Walter said. “But it’s the first time I’ve been propositioned in a hotel gym before.”

“Fair enough,” Brooke said. “Well, what do you say?”

“I say let’s go give it a shot,” Walter said, smiling widely.

“That’s what I figured you’d say,” Brooke said. “Lead the way, big boy, and let’s go desecrate ourselves a hotel room.”




“Just sit back and relax,” Brooke said after they’d reached Walter’s room.

Walter sat down like he was told but looked like he was having trouble with the relaxing part. He was simply too excited to calm himself down.

“I guess that will have to do,” Brooke said.

While Walter sat fidgeting on the couch, Brooke turned around so her ass was facing him. Turning her upper body so she could look back at Walter, she slowly wiggled out of her yoga pants, revealing her ass 1 inch at a time until her pants were completely off, leaving her in only a red G string.

“Do you like what you see?” Brooke asked.

Walter nodded his head. He looked like he was afraid to talk, perhaps unsure of whether or not his voice would even work.

“Do you want to take a closer look?” Brooke asked.

Walter nodded again.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

He shook his head from side to side.

Brooke laughed softly. “That’s okay,” she said. “As long as your cock works better than your vocal cords.”

“It does,” Walter said, smiling just a bit.

“We’ll see about that,” Brooke said. She turned around and started walking towards Walter, her tits bouncing beneath her shirt and her nipples poking through the cotton. Stopping just as she reached him, Brooke put one hand on the inside of each of Walter’s knees and gently pushed his legs apart. She stepped in between them and turned around so her ass was facing him, poised just above his groin.

As Walter’s cock pressed up against the surface of his running shorts, Brooke dropped her ass onto his lap and moved it in a circular motion.

Turning her head so she could catch his gaze, Brooke worked Walter’s trapped cock, rubbing her ass on it, sliding up and down the length of it, bouncing and grinding on it with varying amounts of pressure and intensity.

“Do you like that?” Brooke asked, still maintaining eye contact with him.

Walter nodded.

“Do you want to see what else I can do?”

“Yes,” he managed to squeak out.

Brooke turned around and climbed onto the couch, straddling Walter. Leaving his cock trapped beneath his pants, she rode him facing forward, constantly mixing things up like a seasoned pro.

Messing with Walter was getting Brooke excited to, as evidenced by the growing wet spot on his pants courtesy of her pussy juices.

Feeling bold, Walter reached out and put his hands on Brooke’s tits, feeling them through her shirt.

“You like those, do you?” Brooke asked.

Walter nodded.

Brooke paused for a moment and pulled her shirt off, freeing up her big, beautiful breasts. Walter’s hands went immediately to them, groping and squeezing and rubbing them while she continued grinding away at his cock.

After feeling her up for a little while, Walter turned his concentration to her nipples. Taking them between his fingers, he gave them a little squeeze, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Brooke. He then began to rub his fingers together, making her nipples he even harder in the process.

Brooke shivered in pleasure, then leaned forward and stuck her tongue in Walter’s mouth. She explored each other’s tonsils while Walter continued playing with her nipples.

Brooke pulled back, unlocking their lips. Staring down at him, their foreheads practically touching, she said, “Enough foreplay. I need your cock inside of me.”

“Sounds good to me,” Walter said.

Still sitting atop him, Brooke reached down and quickly pulled his running shorts and underwear down, freeing up his cock. Then she yanked her g-string to the side, freeing up her pussy, and slid his hard cock inside of her.

“Holy shit,” they both groaned in unison.

Brooke’s pussy was soaking wet. It accepted Walter’s throbbing cock with ease.

Not wanting to waste any time, she started bouncing on him immediately, forcing his cock deep inside her right from the get-go.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” Brooke said, slamming her pussy down onto Walter’s cock while he grunted in exertion beneath her. His hands were gripping her tits and squeezing tightly, as though holding on for dear life.

Brooke ran her hands back to her ass and grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart, allowing Walter deeper access to her pussy. He responded by squeezing her tits even tighter. She started giving him her entire body weight, slamming down onto him with the help of gravity, hard enough that he flinched every time they came together.

After bouncing on his cock for another thirty seconds, Brooke could see from Walter’s face that he was approaching orgasm. But she wasn’t ready for that yet. It was time to slow things down.

Brooke climbed up and off Walter’s cock and slid back down between his legs. She went back to work on his cock, sucking her juices off it with her tongue, then ran it along the back side of his ball sack, underneath and then behind it, licking one testicle then the other.

After tonguing his balls for a bit, Brooke gripped his ball sack near the base of his cock, creating a little pocket. Then she took this pocket in her mouth and started sucking on it, pulling down with her mouth, yanking on his sack, stretching it out.

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