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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whatever you want,” Chris replies.

“Do you really mean that?” I say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I can sure as hell try,” he says.

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

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

“How much can you give me?”

 “Whatever you can take,” Chris replies.

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

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

“I always have before.”

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

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

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

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

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

“As rough as you can make it.”

“No holds barred?”


“I can do anything to you I want?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you can’t,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder,” I say.

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

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

He obliges.

“Is that all you got?” I ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slaps me again. And again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Chris doesn’t stop there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s exactly what I want,” I say.

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

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

“Tell me you want my cock,” he says.

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

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

“You know,” I say, playing coy.

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

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

“Where do you want it?” Chris says.

“Inside of me.”

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

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

“Soon,” he says. “But not yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you insist,” Chris says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For the time being,” he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck yes,” I reply. “I can’t wait.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

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

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

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

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

I’m too far gone right now even for words. The sounds coming from my mouth are of the animalistic variety, grunts and groans and moans of ecstasy as Chris fucks me into oblivion. I turn my head slightly, allowing me to catch a glimpse of him as he slams into me and for some reason this puts me over the edge. I scream into the couch cushions as another orgasm quickly comes and goes, not as prolonged as the others but just as powerful. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to see something nasty?” I say.

Smiling, Chris nods his head.

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

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

“Goddamn, you’re so fucking nasty.”

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

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

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

“So it gets even nastier than this?”

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

“I can’t wait,” Chris says.

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

“What do you mean?”

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

“Tonight?” he says.

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

“Hell, I can go more than twice.”

“Prove it,” I say.

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

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

“I do,” he says. “I absolutely do.”

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

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

Just another day in the life of a dirty slut.






There’s an impression out in the world that older woman are not only more experienced in bed, but nastier, willing and able to do all sorts of things that most younger woman are unable or unwilling to do. Well, I don’t know for sure if that’s true in all cases, it certainly is in mine.

I’m a 5’10” and 145 pound, 32-year old MILF, with a full-figured, strong but fit body honed by two hours in the gym every day. I’ve got a big but firm ass, wide hips, powerful legs and huge tits which fit my body perfectly, not to mention my attitude.

Men—or boys, as I call most of them, no matter what their age—are a strange lot. Give them a girl with small breasts and they’ll run all over her. But stick some massive tits in their face and they wilt like the insecure little children they all are deep down inside.

Which isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy the company of a good, strong man, because I do. More than the boys that I usually come across, in fact. It’s just that a good man is hard to find these days, especially if you have any standards at all.

But even the strong men need to get knocked down a notch, especially if they don’t generally get to experience that thrill. Which is why they’re so much fun to run roughshod over; they’re more of a challenge. You can grab any poor sap off the street and force him to do your bidding—especially with the way I look—but to take a captain of industry type, a man used to having things done his way, used to being in charge, used to bossing people around, and shove that shit right back into his face? Now that’s F-U-N, fun.

Take Randy, for example.  I met him in a hotel bar by the convention center. He was there for some business conference, and he looked the part of a man in charge. Early forties, expensive suit, perfect hair, well-groomed.

But like all men he was a slave to his cock, and once he got a good look at my tits (which were spilling out of my shirt) it didn’t take more than ten minutes of convincing to get him up to his room.

So there he was, sitting on the couch, still fully clothed, when I came walking out of the bathroom wearing only my bra and panties and four-inch fuck-me pumps, having left my little black dress behind.

“Are you ready to get started?” I asked.

“I can’t wait,” he replied.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” I said, spinning in place, giving him a good look of what I had to offer. And it was a lot. Although I was in great shape, I wasn’t a small girl by any means. “There are many men who can’t.”

“I can handle it,” Randy said.

“We’ll see about that,” I said, walking towards him until I was right above him, standing over him, looking down at him. “We’ll just see.”

And with that, I spread his legs and stepped forward between them until my knees were touching the inside of his thighs. I leaned over as if to kiss him but instead of touching his lips, I stopped a few inches away. He leaned forward to make the connection but I flashed him a wry smile and shook my head and pulled my head away from him.

Standing tall again, I slipped out of my bra, freeing up my tits. They were real and enormous, by far my best feature, almost as large as Randy’s head and still perky as hell.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said softly.

“You like my babies, huh?” I asked. Of course he did. All men did. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like to hear them say it.

“I love them,” he said. “They’re gorgeous.”

“Why thank you,” I said. “If you’re a good boy, you may even get to play with them a bit. Would you like that?”

Randy nodded his head like a young boy at Christmas.

Smiling wickedly, I ran my hands up the side of my body, starting at the waist and ending at my tits. Pushing on the outside of them, squeezing my tits together, I stared at Randy, who was still focused solely on at my tits. After giving him a good look at them, I turned around so my fat ass was facing towards him, then sat down on his waist.

Moving in slow circular patterns, I grinded on Randy’s cock, which was trapped under his pants but already rock hard. I leaned back until my body was resting on his chest and my head was lying on his shoulder while my ass still moved against him.

He touched the side of my leg just below my hip but I grabbed ahold of his arm and pushed it away. Looking back at him over my shoulder, I shook my head.

“No, no, no,” I said. “You just keep your hands to yourself for now, mister. Understand?”

Randy nodded his head and let his arms fall to the side.

“That’s better,” I said. I put my hands on his knees for balance and bounced on his groin for half a minute before standing up and turning around to face him.

Bending over at the waist, I leaned in towards Randy and stuck my tits in his face. I grabbed ahold of his head and jammed it into my chest, holding it there, smothering him against my tits while I climbed atop him, straddling his waist.

“There you go,” I said, pulling him into my flesh. “Bury your face in there. Take it like a man.”

Twenty seconds later I relaxed my grip. Randy’s head snapped back and he took a few moments to catch his breath. While he refilled his lungs with air, I leaned back and undid his belt. I slipped it off his waist and wrapped it around his neck, pulling the end through the buckle. I tightened it against his skin but didn’t latch it.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m just taking a little control,” I said, smiling at him. “You don’t mind, do you?”

He shook his head but it seemed a little reluctant. Not that I cared. I was going to do it no matter how he felt about it.

“Thanks, baby,” I said, just to make him feel like he had a say in it.

I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips before pulling back. With my hand still gripping the end of the belt, I leaned back, tightening the buckle, pulling the strap taut and flush against Randy’s skin. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, choking him, before leaning forward, removing the pressure against his neck.

As Randy’s breath came back to him, a wide smile spread over his features.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Actually, I did,” he said.

“That surprises you?”

“A little bit,” he admitted. “Nobody’s ever done that to me before.”

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes, please,” Randy said.

“Gladly,” I replied.

I leaned back again, further this time, pulling on the belt as I did so. It again tightened against his neck, a bit more snugly this time.

As he stared at me with excited eyes, his face starting to turn pink, I grinded against his trapped cock, riding it with my pussy while continuing to hold the belt tight.

Randy’s face turned more and more red as I grinded harder against him and held the belt tight, choking him with it. The look on his face was intense and ultra-excited, even as it went from red to pale. His lips were slighted parted and his breathing was shallow and swift as he searched for air.

My pussy was dripping, leaving marks in his pants as I grinded away, excited by my dominance over him as much as his cock rubbing against my pussy.

It wasn’t until his eyes started to glaze over that I leaned forward, releasing the pressure on his neck and allowing him to breathe.

Randy did so in gasping lurches, his chest heaving and the color pouring back into his face. Smiling widely, he shivered with excitement.

“Wow, you really got into that, didn’t you?” I said.

He nodded vigorously. He looked too excited to speak.

“Maybe a little too much,” I said, laughing softly. “Let’s go back something a little less dangerous, shall we?”

Without waiting for an answer, I released the belt from his neck and leaned forward and guided one of my tits into his mouth.

“There you go,” I said. “Work that fucking nipple until it’s hard.”

Staring up at me, Randy did as I had asked, licking and sucking and biting down on my nipple until it was hard. I popped that tit out of his mouth and turned my body slightly, giving him the other one. He gave it the same treatment.

Once that nipple was as hard as the other one, I backed off.

“You did well,” I said. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like that?”

“Very much,” Randy said.

“Yeah, I thought you might,” I said.

Dropping to the floor, I undid Randy’s zipper and slipped his cock out between the newly created hole. Leaving his pants on for the time being, I grabbed ahold of his hard cock, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. I gave the tip a single lick while staring up at Randy.

He shivered. I laughed. Then I dropped down a little further and ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, starting at his balls and ending the tip. I slapped his cock against my tongue a couple of times and then started to blow him proper, wrapping my lips around his cock and dropping my head down on it.

I sucked Randy’s cock like a pro, my mouth and hand working together, getting his cock nice and slippery while maintaining eye contact the whole time. After a minute or two, I released his cock with my hand but continued working it with my mouth, taking it all the way down and holding it in my throat for a couple of seconds before gagging and pulling off.

“My god you’re good at that,” Randy said, smiling down at me.

“You like that?” I asked after taking a few seconds to recover.

“Hell yes,” he replied.

“Then I have a feeling you’ll like this too,” I said.

I sat up a little bit taller, so my massive tits were right in front of his cock, which was still wet and slippery from blowing him. I grabbed ahold of his cock and let saliva drip onto it from my mouth then slid it in between my tits. Gripping the outside of my tits, I squeezed his cock in between them, then started bouncing up and down on it, titty-fucking him.

“Holy fucking shit,” Randy said, laughing under his breath. “That’s amazing.”

“You like that too, do you?” I said while continuing to bounce my tits up and down on his cock.

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Of course you do,” I said. “I have the perfect tits for fucking.”

“That’s for sure,” Randy said, smiling widely.

“Just wait,” I said. “It gets even better.”

And with that, I increased the intensity, smashing my tits on his groin before coming back up. My tits were so big that they were engulfing his cock. Only the tip was visible and only for a moment when I was at the absolute lowest point.

I titty-fucked Randy for more than two full minutes before he let out a groan and pulled back, forcing his cock out from between my tits. He had a strained look on his face and was grasping his cock tightly in his hand.

“It felt too good, huh?” I asked, smiling wickedly up at him.

“It sure did,” he said. “Another few seconds and I would have cum.”

“Well, we don’t want that,” I said. “Not yet, at least.”

“No we don’t,” he replied.

“What about something else?” I asked. “Do we have to take a break from everything? Or just titty-fucking?”

“Just titty-fucking,” Randy said.

“Good,” I replied. “Then stand up.”

He did so.

“Now take off all your clothes,” I said.

Randy did that too.

“Perfect,” I said, scooting forward until my head was right underneath his cock. “Now just relax and try not to enjoy this too much.”

“I’ll do what I can,” he said as I grabbed ahold of his cock and started jerking him off while my mouth went to work on his balls. I licked his sack and then took his balls in my mouth, sucking on one of them for a little bit before switching over to the other while he moaned and groaned above me.

It wasn’t long before I was blowing him again, my head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He started to get into it too, thrusting his hips forward and back, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth with every pump, giving me an idea.

“Do me a favor,” I said, pulling his cock out of my mouth for a moment.

“Anything,” he replied.

“Take control. Do what you want to me.”

“Gladly,” Randy said, smiling wider.

So he took more control, pulling back, forcing his cock from my mouth then grabbing ahold of it and slapping the head of it against my cheek a couple times. Gripping a handful of my hair, he turned my head sideways and slid his cock into my mouth, pushing it in until the tip was pressing against the inside of my cheek hard enough to force it to stick out, making me look like a squirrel storing a nut. He smacked my cheek with his hand a couple of times before sliding his cock back out.

Still grasping my hair, he shifted my head until I was facing him straight on. Then he slipped his cock into my mouth once again. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands, Randy continued pressing his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. Once his entire cock has disappeared into my mouth, he held my head in place, my nose pushing up against his abdomen, my chin smashed up against his ballsack. He held me there until I started to gag and cough before letting me go.

After I’d caught my breath, Randy helped my to my feet and led me back to the couch. He sat down while I slipped out of my panties. Then I climbed onto the couch next to him, turning sideways so both my knees were on the couch and my head was right above his groin.

Sitting perpendicular to him, my ass sticking up in the air just to his right, I dropped down and took his cock in my mouth. He reached over and slapped my ass, then ran his hand around and slid two fingers into my wet pussy.

While I sucked Randy’s cock, he banged away at my pussy. Groaning, I attacked his cock with more aggression, bouncing my head up and down, matching his intensity.

We continued working each other faster and faster until both were ready to blow. At that point, Randy pulled his fingers out of my pussy and I lifted my head off his cock.

“Enough messing around,” Randy said. “It’s time to get to fucking.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.

I climbed to my feet and put my feet on the floor in between Randy’s spread legs, my ass facing him. Then I squatted down, guiding my pussy onto his cock, which was sticking straight up into the air, rock hard. Once his cock was inside of me, I didn’t waste any time, bouncing up and down on him quickly, giving him my entire weight at the bottom of every thrust.

“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” I said, turning my upper body to look back at him. “Do you like it when I bounce on your cock?”

“I fucking love it,” he said.

“Do you want me to do it harder?”

Randy nodded enthusiastically.

So I gave Randy what he wanted, impaling myself on his cock, hammering away at him without mercy. Repaying me for my aggression, Randy slapped my ass repeatedly, but that only served to fuel my intensity.

As I slammed myself down onto him even harder, Randy slid his hand up to one of my huge tits and started smacking away at it. This didn’t slow me down either, however. If anything, it sped me up, turning me on so much that I bounced atop him harder than ever before.

A short time later, Randy grabbed ahold of my arms and yanked them backwards, locking my elbows out and pinning my arms together at the wrist.

With my arms trapped behind me, I was forced to slows things down. Randy pushed up on my wrists, putting more pressure on my elbows, forcing my to lean forward. I stopped bouncing on his cock but continued grinding against it, my ass moving forward and back, shifting the angle of his cock constantly.

A few seconds later, Randy released my arms but grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked down, lifting my chin to the ceiling and arching my spine backwards.

“Holy fucking shit!” I moaned. Pulling my hair always excited the hell out of, and as wound up as I already was, it put me over the top. I gasped in pleasure and stopped moving against him as a harsh orgasm ripped through me. After it passed, I just sat atop him for a couple of seconds, his cock planted deep inside my pussy.

“I take it you like getting your hair pulled?” Randy said.

“Fuck yes,” I replied, still recovering.

“I’ll keep that in mind for later,” Randy said. He released my hair and lifted myself off of him.

I turned around and bent over at the waist and took his cock in my mouth and sucked my pussy juices off of it.

“I love the taste of my pussy,” I said.

Randy laughed and shook his head. “And I love how filthy you are,” he said.

I raised my eyebrows a couple times in succession, then climbed back onto the couch and straddled him, cowgirl-style. Leaning forward, I stuck my tits in his face. Randy latched on to one of them with his mouth while I guided his cock into my pussy. Once it was inside me again, I started bouncing on his cock, moving more slowly than before so he could continue sucking on my tits without any problem.

After I’d bounced atop his cock for a bit, Randy grabbed ahold my hips, holding me in place while he lifted his hips up and down repeatedly, slamming his cock deep inside of my pussy.

With my hands free to do other things, I took advantage, sticking my middle finger in my mouth to get it lubed up, then reaching back and sliding it in my asshole.

“Holy shit,” I said as I slid my finger in and out of my asshole while Randy continued hammering away at my pussy. He was groaning and his breath was ragged and his face screwed up with intense effort. Seeing him so into it got me off again, brought me right to the edge of orgasm.

I hammered down into Randy one final time and held my body there, his cock planted deep in my pussy, my finger knuckle-deep in my asshole. My eyes were turned up to the ceiling as my body tensed for a moment. I bit down on my bottom lip, my face screwed tight, holding my breath for a moment before I let it out with a burst and a low guttural moan. My body quivered for a moment as another orgasm slammed through me.

Still sitting on his cock, I pulled my finger from my asshole and stuck it in my mouth. Looking down on Randy, our eyes locked together, I sucked my ass juices off my finger until it was clean.

“Do you like watching me suck my ass juices off my finger?” I asked.

Randy nodded. “It turns me on.”

“Yeah?” I said. “You like assholes, do you?”

“Very much so,” he said.

“Do you want to taste mine?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first you need to work my pussy with your tongue for a bit.”

“I’d love to,” he said.

I climbed off of Randy and laid down on the couch next to him, lying lengthwise, my pussy right in front of him. Smiling widely, Randy turned to face me, grabbed my legs and spread them wide. Then he dropped his head down and buried his face in my pussy.

Randy went to town, licking my snatch enthusiastically, flicking his tongue all around, then sliding it deep into me.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Just like that. Bury that tongue in my pretty pussy. Eat my snatch like you mean it.”

And he did, pushing his face harder against me, jamming his tongue deeper inside me. I decided to help him out, so I reached down, grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him towards me, smashing his face against my pussy.

I held them there, smothering him with my flesh while he continued to explore my insides with his tongue. After half a minute, I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath, I threw my legs back and hooked my arms underneath them to keep them in place, opened wide to him.

Now you can taste my asshole,” I said, giving him a nasty look.

“My pleasure,” he replied.

After a couple of deep breaths,  Randy dove back in. He did as he was told, going straight for my asshole. With his hands on my ass cheeks, holding them wide, he ran  his tongue around my anus in circles, getting it nice and wet with his saliva. While I groaned in pleasure, he slipped the tip of his tongue into my asshole. Keeping it rigid, he slid his tongue in and out of my asshole, forcing it deeper and deeper, opening me up wider with every pass.

I closed my eyes and looked up towards the ceiling and moaned in pleasure, loving every second of it as Randy worked my asshole with his tongue. But I needed more. Luckily, he gave it to me.

Now that my asshole was opened up, Randy replaced his tongue with two fingers. They slid in a little way, but my asshole was still a little too tight. So I started rubbing my clit, which relaxed me even more and opened my asshole up wider, allowing Randy to slide his fingers nearly all the way inside my asshole without much resistance at all.

“That’s it, that’s it,” I said. “Fuck my asshole with those fingers. Get me all nice and warmed up and ready for your cock.”

Randy did just that, working his fingers in and out of my asshole, moving them slowly but surely, spitting on them occasionally to keep everything nice and wet. Eventually he slid his fingers all the way inside my asshole until they disappeared completely. Holding them there, deep in my asshole, he explored my insides with his fingers.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried in joy, completely getting off on his fingers deep in my asshole. And then he turned things up a notch, getting me even more excited.

With his free hand Randy slapped my ass a couple of times, then once again started licking my pussy. Working my asshole with his fingers and my pussy with his tongue, Randy took me to new heights, my legs quivering, my body shucking and jiving as I unleashed a string of obscenities.

My body tensed up for a moment, then released in a vast, extreme shudder that lasted a full five seconds, drenching his face with my juices as I came for the third time.

“Enough, enough, enough!” I said once my orgasm had passed. “It’s time to fuck my asshole with that big cock of yours.”

Smiling ruefully, Randy yanked his fingers out of my asshole and pulled his tongue out of my pussy and stood up. While I continued holding my legs back, he wasted no time in sliding his rock-hard cock into my pretty little asshole.

My breath caught in my throat as Randy entered me. His cock barely fit in my asshole, forcing him to take things slow, giving me his cock centimeter by centimeter, barely moving against me.

Leaning forward just a bit, he slid the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth. Once I’d sucked them dry, he switched hands, giving my the fingers that were in my ass. These he pushed deep into my mouth, causing my to gag and cough.

Hearing me struggle with his fingers must have given him an idea, as shortly afterwards, he slipped his cock out of my pussy and climbed up onto the couch. Standing above me with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning my legs back by my head, he slid his cock into my mouth.

Holding my head against the back of the couch with his hands, Randy face-fucked me, slamming his entire cock into my mouth in fast, deep strokes, jamming it deep into my throat, the look on his face one of pure joy and pleasure.

Randy slammed his cock into my mouth a few more times then held it there, his cock planted deep in my throat. I deepthroated him for almost fifteen seconds before gagging, and once I did, he pulled his cock out of my mouth.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him. “Do with me whatever you please.”

A wry smile flashed over Randy’s lips. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I intend to.”

Still holding my ankles, Randy pushed my legs further back, tilting my body backwards, lifting my ass further up off the couch, then shifted his hips until the tip of his cock was touching my asshole.

I could see him struggle with his positioning, so I grabbed ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into my asshole without using his hands, which he did. A deep, animalistic sound escaped from my mouth as his cock slowly made its way into my asshole.

The pleasure was so great I could no longer even form words. I just moaned and groaned and yelped and screamed and tried to urge him on as much as possible.

Randy worked his cock halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continued giving my only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving my a chance to loosen up.

I ran my hand down my stomach and slipped two fingers into my pussy to help things along. I started rubbing furiously at my clit while Randy continued to jam his cock deeper into my ass.

The attention I was paying to my pussy helped me relax and opened my asshole up further to accept even more of his cock.

Randy took advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside me before pulling back. I started hammering away at my pussy with more aggression, which relaxed my asshole even more.

“Fuck my asshole like you mean it,” I said to him, able to find words once again. “Force your fucking cock in there. I can take it.”

Randy did as I’d asked, forcing his cock all the way inside my asshole, giving it to my balls-deep. After holding it there for a few seconds, my asshole loosened up and Randy started increasing the speed, pumping my ass without limitations.

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