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SPICY FILTH

8 KINKY TALES

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, femdom, and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are over 18 years old.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PAYING BACK HER SEXY BOYFRIEND

ANAL LOVING LADY

A SUPER SEXY BABE

MY FREAKY SLUT

NAUGHTY FILTHY LOVE

OWNING THE CALL GIRL

A FILTHY THREESOME WITH THE BEST ESCORT EVER AND HER FRIEND

PEGGED BY TWO FILTHY LADIES


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PAYING BACK HER SEXY BOYFRIEND


Andy was sitting on the couch, getting ready for the football game, when his girlfriend, Tina came storming in. She was an incredibly attractive young woman, with long dark hair, perfect skin, a gorgeous face and a ridiculous body, long and lean, with firm, perky tits, an ass that just wouldn’t quit, and legs that seemed a mile long. From the angry look on her face it was obvious she was pissed off about something.

“What the fuck were you doing last night?” Tina said in a demanding tone.

“Hi to you too,” Andy said.

“Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Answer the question.”

“Last night? Nothing,” Andy said unconvincingly.

“Really?’ Tina said. “Because I read your text messages this morning and I know you were doing something with some slut.”

Andy took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes.

“Come on, don’t think about what lie you’re going to give me. Just tell me what the fuck you did. Or should I say, who?”

“It’s . . . it’s not what you think, honey,” Andy said. “Nothing was going on.”

“Really?” Tina said, clearly not believing him. “So you didn’t fuck her?”

“No. Don’t be silly.”

“So you’re just gonna sit there and lie to me?” Tina said. “You’re really gonna tell me you didn’t fuck that bitch last night?”

Andy shrugged. “Maybe a little bit.”

“A little bit?” she replied. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Okay, okay, I fucked her,” Andy said.

“Goddammit!” Tina said. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

“I was drunk,” Andy stammered. “And it just sort of happened.”

“Sort of happened, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So what are you saying?” Tina asked. “That I’m not hot enough for you anymore? Is that it?”

“Of course not,” Andy said.

“Then why did you have go out and find some other bitch to fuck?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just . . .she kind of forced me to do it.”

“She forced you?” Tina said, incredulous. “Are you fucking serious? Is that your excuse? That some bitch forced you to fuck her?”

Andy shrugged. “Sort of. I mean, yeah.”

“So what are you saying? That she held a gun to your head? Or that she drugged you and took you back to her place? Or did she just hog-tie you and throw you in the back of her car?”

Andy took another deep breath then opened his mouth to reply but Tina was having none of it.

“No,” she said. “You know what? Fuck it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even care.”

Right then, the doorbell rang.

“Who is that?” Tina said. “Don’t tell me it’s that bitch you fucked last night.”

“No,” Andy said, starting to stand up. “It’s just Mark. He’s coming over to watch the game.”

Tina’s eyes lit up. “Mark, huh? The tall guy with the dark hair and rocking body?”

“I guess,” Andy said, heading towards the door. “I never really looked at him in that way though.”

“Interesting,” Tina said. “I’m gonna grab a couple of beers from the fridge. See you in a bit.”

Andy looked back at Tina just as he reached the door. He didn’t like her sudden switch in moods. It could only mean bad things were in store. But he forgot all about her once he opened the door.

“Hey Mark, come on it,” Andy said.

Mark walked in and took a seat on the couch while Andy sat in the chair across from him. They were talking about the upcoming game when Tina walked in holding two beers.

“Hey, thanks hon,” Andy said, holding his hand out for one of the beers.

“Oh, did you want a beer?” Tina asked, sitting down on the couch next to Mark. She was so close to him they were practically touching. “Then go get yourself one. These are for me and Mark.”

“O-kay then,” Andy said, slightly miffed.

“So Mark,” Tina said, turning her attention to him. She had a wide, friendly smile on her face. “How are you doing today?”

“Uh, pretty good,” Mark replied cautiously. He shot a glance over towards Andy but just got a shake of the head in return.

“Just pretty good?” Tina said, taking a long pull from her beer.

“Yeah, I guess,” Mark said, taking a drink from his beer too.

“Well, then I guess we’re going to have to change that,” Tina said. She finished the rest of her beer then swung her leg over Mark’s body and straddled him.

“Whoa there,” Mark said, trying to squirm out from under her. “Wait a minute.”

“What’s the matter?” Tina asked, riding his gyrations like an expert. “Don’t you like me sitting on your lap?”

“No,” Mark said.

“Why not?” Tina asked. She was still smiling and looking down at him, their faces mere inches apart. “Don’t you think I’m hot.”

“No,” Mark stammered. “I mean, yeah, you’re hot as shit, but, well . . .” He shot another glance over at Andy as if to ask, “What the fuck?”

“Okay, enough,” Andy said. “You’re making him uncomfortable.”

“He sure doesn’t feel uncomfortable,” Tina said, turning her upper body so she was looking at Andy. “In fact, he feels very comfortable to me. And quite hard, too.”

“All right, all right,” Mark said, finally able to make his way out from under Tina. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but—”

“I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Tina said. She was still smiling but it was no longer friendly. It was demonic. And directed at Andy.

“She’s just pissed because—” Andy said.

“You, shut up,” Tina said, pointing at Andy. “I’ll do the explaining here.”

Andy threw up his hands in submission.

“What’s going on is Andy fucked some skanky slut last night and now he’s going to pay the price,” Tina said, turning her attention back to Mark again. “And the price he’s gonna pay is me taking you upstairs and fucking your brains out.”

“Hold on just a second,” Mark said, standing up quickly and backing away. “I don’t want to get in the middle of some fight here.”

“It’s too late,” Tina said, rising and walking towards him. “You’re already in the middle of it.”

“Is this for real?” Mark said, looking at Andy.

Andy didn’t say anything. He was just glaring at them.

“It most certainly is,” Tina said. “So what do you think, Mark? Are you game for going upstairs with me and getting nasty?”

“I don’t know,” Mark said.

“What’s the matter?” Tina asked, brushing her body up against Mark’s. This time, he didn’t shy away. “Am I not hot enough for you?”

“It’s not that,” Mark said. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Then what is it?” she asked.

“It’s just . . . weird,” Mark said. He started to turn towards Andy again but Tina put her hand on Mark’s chin and turned his head until he was staring into her eyes.

“Don’t worry about him,” she said, still holding his chin with her hand and his eyes with her own. Her voice had dropped to a sexy purr. “He doesn’t matter right now. What matters is you and me. Are you game?”

“If you do this, we’re done,” Andy chimed in from the other side of the room.

“We’re done already,” Tina said, not even bothering to turn in his direction.

“Not you,” Andy said. “I was talking to Mark.”

Andy didn’t look at Mark either. He was too transfixed by Tina’s eyes.

“So what do you say, Mark?” Tina asked.

“Fuck it,” Mark said, breaking out in a smile. “We weren’t really very good friends, anyway.”

“That’s the spirit,” Tina said. She grabbed Mark’s hand and led him up the stairs. Halfway up, she shot a triumphant look down at Andy, who was fuming silently. As she watched, Andy stood up in a huff, grabbed his keys, and left through the front door, slamming it on the way out.

Feeling victorious—not to mention excited at the prospect of fucking Mark’s brains out—Tina climbed the last of the stairs, pulled Mark into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

As soon as they were inside, Tina dropped to her knees in front of Mark, right there in the center of the room.

She quickly undid his belt and zipper and pulled his pants and boxers down and took his cock in her mouth, not wasting any time at all. Looking down at Tina, Mark watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, staring up at him the whole time.

After working just the head of Mark’s cock for a bit, Tina took him deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, holding it there for a few seconds before pulling her head back and catching her breath.

Tina spit on Mark’s cock and started jerking him off. His dick was rock-hard, stiff as a board and coated with her spit.

Smiling up at him, she said, “How am I treating you so far?”

“Great,” Mark said, smiling back at her.

Tina laughed and again took his cock into her mouth again, sucking him off properly this time, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she continued to stare up at him, maintaining eye contact. She blew him like a pro, constantly switching up the speed and pressure, keeping him from settling into too much of a rhythm.

Two minutes later, Tina finally let Mark’s cock slip out of her mouth.

Looking up at him with an evil smile, Tina pulled her shirt off over her shoulders, revealing her perky, perfect tits. She grabbed ahold of Mark’s cock and slapped it against her cheek a few times. Then she rose up on her legs and smacked it against her tits.

After Tina sucked on Mark’s cock for another minute, he bent down and pulled her to her feet, then hooked his arms under her legs and picked her up. As she laughed in enjoyment, Mark carried her over to the bed and dropped her atop it so her back was on the covers and her legs were facing towards him.

“It’s so nice having a big, strong man to take care of me,” Tina said.

“That’s what I’m here for,” Mark replied.

He climbed onto the bed, lying on his stomach between her legs. He ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed ahold of the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off. Tina wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was dripping wet.

Mark didn’t waste any time, opening her legs wider and diving in face-first between them, his tongue working her pussy right from the get-go.

“Holy shit you’re good at that,” Tina said as he ate her out, working his tongue like an expert, licking her pussy, sucking on her clit, and eventually sticking his rigid tongue inside her snatch.

After a couple minutes of being eaten out, Tina grabbed a handful of Mark’s hair and pulled his head towards hers. His body slid up hers until he was lying atop of her, his hard cock resting on her pussy, his face directly above hers.

“Are you ready to get down to business?” Tina asked.

Mark nodded.

“Good, because I need your cock inside me. Now.”

“My pleasure,” Mark said. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and they made out while Tina reached down and grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her wet, waiting pussy.

“Holy shit you feel so good inside of me,” Tina said as Mark moved against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow strokes. “Yeah, yeah,” she added. “Just like that. Just like that. Give it to me like you mean it.”

Mark gave it to Tina just as she’d asked, gradually speeding things up as the seconds wore on, until he was pounding away at her pussy, his body hammering into hers with every thrust.

Still, Tina wanted more.

“Harder,” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

Mark lifted Tina’s legs up and pushed them back towards her head, lifting her ass up in the air and giving him more leverage, allowing him to do what she’d asked. And he did, fucking her with everything he had, slamming his cock deep into her pussy, grunting with effort as she screamed in pleasure beneath him.

“Right there, right fucking there!” Tina said, hooking her arms under his knees and holding her legs back even further. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my tight little pussy!”

Excited by hearing Tina talk dirty to him, Mark turned up the heat, sliding his hands up her stomach and grabbing a hold of her tits and squeezing while he continued to fuck her.

Tina’s cries were wordless now but growing louder as Mark pummeled her pussy harder than ever. He kept up the tempo with ease, working like a jackhammer, not letting up on Tina at all.

It wasn’t long before she was on the verge of orgasm.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Tina cried, her body tensing up as Mark continued slamming into her, wet sounds filling the room as their bodies slammed together. Her breath grew more and more rapid, then she tensed up for a moment before releasing with a piercing cry as the orgasm passed through her.

“Turn me over,” Tina said, releasing her legs and wrapping her arms around Mark’s neck and pulling his face in closer to hers. “I want you to fuck me doggy-style.”

Smiling widely, Mark obliged her, pulling out of Tina then forcibly flipping her over onto her hands and knees. He stared down at her perfect little ass for a moment then sidled up to her and slipped her cock into her dripping wet pussy. He didn’t bother taking things slow, he just started pummeling his cock in and out of her snatch right from the beginning.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Tina cried as Mark slammed his cock into her, his hips bouncing off her ass before hammering back into it again. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about! Destroy me with that huge cock of  yours! Break me in fucking half!”

Mark did all he could, forcing his cock as deep inside her pussy as he could. “Is that how you like it?” he asked, giving some of her dirty talk back to her. “Am I fucking you hard enough now?”

“Fuck yeah!” she said, turning her head back to look at him. “Give it to me like you mean it. Punish me, fucking punish me! I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished!”

“How’s this?” Mark said, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it, eliciting a sharp yelp from Tina. “Is this better?”

“The best!” she screamed between deep, gasping breath. “You’re the fucking best!”

Mark was rapidly rising towards orgasm himself now, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around Tina’s hair and continuing to pull on it, he reared back with his free hand and gave her a hearty smack on the ass.

“How about that?” he said, barely able to get the words out he was breathing so hard. “Do you like that too?”

“I love it,” Tina said, her voice harsh and gravelly. “I fucking love it. Smack my ass again. Smack it like you mean it!”

So Mark did, rearing back again and slapping her ass multiple times, each one echoing about the room like a gunshot.

“Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Tina screamed, her entire body bucking and bouncing. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

And cum she did as Mark continued hammering away at her while yanking back on her hair and smacking away at her ass all at the same time.

Once Tina’s second orgasm had passed, Mark was free to cum too, and he did so in short order, releasing her hair and grabbing onto her hips to provide him with an extra measure of leverage to fuck her harder than he had all night.

The entire bed was shaking and the headboard was bouncing against the wall so hard it sounded like an earthquake. But Mark didn’t let up. He was fucking Tina more aggressively than he’d ever fucked anyone before and she was taking it like a pro.

Finally, after nearly five full minutes of hammering her from behind at full-go, Mark was ready to cum. He cursed under his breath and sucked in his breath to try and get just a few more seconds of enjoyment before he came.

Tina was experienced enough that she knew the signs. She knew Mark was right on the verge of cumming. But she wanted to make sure that he remembered this night fondly, not to mention reward him for agreeing to come upstairs with her in the first place.

“Are you ready to cum?” she asked him, turning her upper body to face him once again while he continued fucking her from behind.

Mark nodded.

“Yeah?” she asked. “You’re right there?”

“Yes,” he managed to say between gritted teeth and deep breaths.

Tina slid her body forward, forcing Mark’s cock out of her pussy then quickly spun around to face him before dropping to her stomach and sliding towards him until her mouth was right in front of his cock. She grabbed ahold of his shaft and held it tight then slipped her lips around it and started to suck on the tip while jerking him off.

It didn’t take long for Mark to take those final few steps to orgasm. No more than fifteen seconds after Tina took his cock in her mouth, his body tensed up and his balls pulled back into his stomach.

“Holy fuck,” he said, warning Tina that she didn’t have much time before she took the blast in her mouth. “Here I cum, baby, here I cum!”

But Tina didn’t care. She wanted his cum inside her mouth, so she kept right on blowing and jerking him off even as the sperm began shooting out of his cock and into her mouth.

Tina took the first three blasts directly into her mouth, then pulled his cock out for the last few and wore them in the face, coating her cheeks and chin.

She kept stroking Mark until he was completely empty. Only then did she release his cock.

Tina sat up a bit and gathered the rest of Mark’s cum off her face with her finger and guided it into her mouth. Then, once she had as much as she could gather, she turned her chin to the ceiling and swallowed his sperm down.

“Goddamn you’re one filthy little slut,” Mark said, laughing and shaking his head at the same time.

“You’re damn right I am,” Tina replied. She flopped down onto the bed and took a few moments to catch her breath.

A few seconds later Mark was lying next to her.

“So, do you think you made the right choice?” Tina asked, turning her head to face him.

“Hell yeah,” he replied. “Hell fucking yeah.”

“So do I,” she said, smiling and draping her arm over his chest. “So how long do you need to rest before round two?”

“Fifteen minutes, tops.”

“How about we go down and drink more beers while we’re waiting?” Tina said. “That way, when we’re ready to go again, we’ll be liquored up enough to get a little freakier.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” Mark said, sliding off the bed and holding out his hand to help Tina off too.

“Do you have anywhere to be today?” she asked as they made their way towards the kitchen downstairs.

“Nope,” Mark said. “Do you?”

“Not until tomorrow morning,” Tina replied.

“Then we’ve got plenty of drink and fuck,” Mark said.

“All night long,” Tina said. “All fucking night long.”


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 ANAL LOVING LADY


I’ve always been lucky when it comes to women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape body of a natural athlete who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.

Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.

Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.

Like Sara, for example.

There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a  platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing super-short cut-off jean shorts. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.

Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.

“Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”

“I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”

I gave her a slightly confused look.

“What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”

“I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”

“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”

“True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”

“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”

“I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.

“Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Sara, by the way.”

“I’m Tyler,” I said. “And it’s the least I can do,” I said.

“And what’s the most?” she asked, flashing me a mischievous grin.

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think I mean?” she said, her grin growing wider.

“I have no idea,” I said.

Before the conversation could go any further, the barista called out our names.

“Care to sit down with me and talk some more, Mister Tyler?”

“I’d be delighted,” I said.

“It’s hard to find a good man these days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the patrons.

“Most guys are trash,” I said, still not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.

“Tell me about it,” she said. “Of course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I generally don’t go about picking up guys the traditional way.”

“How do you go about them?” I asked.

“Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”

I’m not going to lie, it took some effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”

“Then I go on to the next one,” she said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”

“Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends.”

“On what?”

“On you,” she said.

“How so?”

“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.

“About what?”

“Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”

“Is that right?”

She nodded.

“But how do you know how big it is before you get their clothes off?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building. But usually I just do this.”

She reached beneath the table and grabbed ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to her.

“Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”

“Very impressive,” she said.

“Is it big enough for you?”

“Oh yes.”

“So does that mean . . .”

“That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.

I nodded.

“It does indeed,” she said.  “But I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”

“Butt sex? You mean anal?”

“Yep,” she said. “Because that’s really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I think I can manage,” I said.

“And, of course, I like to give blow jobs too,” she said.

“Really?” I said. This girl was too good to be true.

“Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Completely,” she said, flashing me a nasty little smile.

“Then what the hell are we waiting for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door. “Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”

 

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I’d barely had time to shut the front door of my place closed before Sara was dropping to her hands and knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem getting dirty without getting naked. In fact, I preferred it. There was just something about it that seemed nastier.

Immediately after dropping to her knees, Sara worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down, dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back, maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.

It wasn’t long before Sara’s mouth was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize stimulation without making me cum.

After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Sara slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva, she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while she continued looking up at me.

“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.

“I fucking love it,” I replied.

“Do you want me to take it further down?” she asked.

I nodded again.

Smiling, Sara again took my cock in her mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious amounts of saliva she was generating.

It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock continued sliding in and out of her mouth.

Sara was a machine, blowing me for a good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every pump.

She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking, she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her throat.

Sara deepthroated me for a few seconds before gagging and coughing and letting my cock slide out of her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at me, smiling widely.

“What did you think of that?” she asked.

“It was fucking incredible,” I replied.

“With your help I could hold it for longer,” she said.

“Tell me what I need to do.”

“Just put your hands on the back of my head and hold my head in place,” Sara said.

“For how long?” I asked.

“As long as you want,” she replied, her smile growing wider.

“What if you can’t breathe.”

Sara laughed. “That’s kind of the point.”

“But what if I hold you there for too long?”

“You won’t,” she said. “Trust me.”

“All right,” I said. “If you insist.”

Sara opened her mouth and turned her eyes up towards mine.

“Well,” she said. “What are you waiting for?”

I didn’t have a good answer for that, so I pulled her head towards me and pushed my hips forward at the same time, forcing my cock into her mouth. I kept on pushing until my entire cock had disappeared inside her mouth. I could feel it touching the back of her throat.

She held me there for a good six seconds before starting to cough. It tickled my cock, her coughing while it was planted in her throat. I almost pulled away but continued to hold on, remembering what she’d said. It just felt too good to let go.

A few seconds later Sara coughed again, following it with a deep gag. This time I pulled back, yanking my cock from her throat.

“Are you all right?” I asked as she gulped in air.

“I’m fine,” she said, smiling up at me. Saliva was dripping down her chin and her mascara was running down her cheek.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” she said. “I could have taken a lot more.”

“Really?” I said, surprised.

Sara nodded. “Just because I was gagging doesn’t mean I was done,” she said.

I laughed and shook my head in amazement. I had no idea there were actually women out there like Sara. I thought they only existed in fiction.

“Well, what do you think?” she said. “Care to give it another go?”

“With pleasure,” I said, pushing my hips forward, sliding my cock into her mouth once again. I forced it as far as it would go, until her nose was pressing up against my stomach. Pulling on the back of her head, I held her in place as she deepthroated my cock, her eyes miraculously still turned up towards mine.

Eight seconds in she started to gag. But I held her head in place, just as she’d instructed. A few seconds later she coughed, then followed that with another gag. But still I held on.

Sara’s eyes were still somehow looking up at me. They were filled with pleasure even as they leaked tears, and I knew she still had more in her.

She coughed again, and this time instinctively started to pull back. But still I held her in place, testing her limits, seeing how much she could actually take. Another gag, a deeper one this time, followed by a river of spit dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor. Still I didn’t let go.

But the last gag had somehow allowed my cock even deeper access to Sara’s throat, something I’d not thought possible. And this new depth brought with it a different sensation, an evenly distributed pressure that was unbearable. Where moments ago I still had complete control of myself, now, just like that, I was mere seconds away from completely losing it.

And so, nearly twenty seconds into what was by far the greatest deepthroat of all time, I quickly backed away, yanking my cock out of Sara’s throat in a heartbeat.

She immediately started gasping for air as more saliva poured out of her mouth.

“I still could have taken more,” Sara said after she’d caught her breath, her grin as wide as ever.

“Maybe you could have but I couldn’t,” I said. “Another couple seconds and I would’ve came right there in your mouth.”

“Then it’s a good thing you pulled back,” she said, her smile growing wider as she stood up. “Because you would’ve been in deep trouble if you finished up before giving me a good ass reaming.”

“I figured as much,” I said.

“So does that mean you’re ready?” Sara asked.

“Ready for what?” I replied, messing with her a little bit.

“You know,” she said.

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

“I want you to put your cock in my ass,” she said, whispering into my ear. “And then I want you to fuck me until you’re ready to explode.”

“Beg for it,” I whispered back.

“Please fuck my ass with your cock,” Sara said, her pleading voice making me literally tingle with excitement. “I’m begging you,” she continued. “I need you to ravage my ass with your huge, hard cock. Please, please, please?”

“Okay,” I said, feigning reluctance. “If you insist.”

“Oh, I do,” Sara said, nodding her head vigorously. “I do, I do.”

She turned around and slipped her shorts off and dropped to her hands and knees. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her back was arched and her ass was sticking up in the air, revealing revealing the butt plug she’d had in her ass for at least the last hour, if not longer. Until now it had been concealed by her shorts.

“Holy shit, how long has that been in there?” I asked, marveling in amazement.

“The whole fucking day,” Sara said. “I never leave home without my buttplug.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You truly are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

Instead of answering, she reached back and yanked the butt plug out of her asshole, leaving it gaping wide open.

“Holy shit that’s so fucking hot,” I said.

“You like my gaping asshole, do you?”

“I fucking love it.”

“Do you want to stick your cock in it?”

I nodded.

“Then come and get it,” Sara said, giving herself a smack on the ass. “Destroy my asshole with that huge fucking cock of yours.”

“With pleasure,” I said, grabbing ahold of my cock and sliding it into her gaping asshole.

Sara let out a little gasp and I uttered a low moan as I entered her. “God dammit that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so fucking tight inside my asshole.”

“Yes it does,” I agreed as I moved my hips slowly forward and back, taking things slowly at first. “It feels fucking incredible.”

“Give me more,” Sara said, working her ass back against my cock, forcing it deeper inside her. “I want it all.”

“You do it,” I said. “Fuck my cock with your ass.”

“Like this?” she said, slamming her hips back almost hard enough to knock me over. “Is that how you want it?”

“Just like that,” I said, bracing myself. “As hard as you want.”

And she did, hammering her ass back, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her asshole. Her ass cheeks bounced off my hips, rippling in waves as our flesh smacked together.

At one point, Sara got a little too aggressive with my cock, popping it out of her ass. “Put it back in,” she begged. “Put that big cock back in my tiny little ass.”

So I did, slipping it effortlessly back into her asshole. The tip had barely even entered her when she started slamming back into me again, picking up right where she’d left off moments ago.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as she continued working her ass back against my cock.

“You like that?” she said, turning her upper body around so she could look at me. “You like it when I work your huge cock into my tight little asshole?”

“I fucking love it,” I said, giving her a smack on the ass to punctuate things.

Sara smiled and nodded her head. “Do it again,” she said.


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