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Ashley Embers

Copyright 2019 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.
















The last time Riley and I hooked up she wanted me to treat her like shit. So I did, smacking her around and pulling her hair and forcing her to choke on my cock. It was a punishing session, borderline brutal, and I took things farther than I’d ever taken them with any other girl before.

But at the end of the night Riley let me know that I hadn’t been rough enough with her. I’d come close—closer than any other man had, she’d said—but didn’t take things quite far enough. Then she told me that the next time her friend was in town, she’d show me how it was done. That was almost a week ago. I hadn’t heard from Riley since. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, really. After all, we normally hooked up just about once a week, so it wasn’t like anything was amiss. But I’d so been looking forward to seeing Riley brutalize her friend that it had seemed like longer.

Which is all a long way of saying that when my phone started to ring, late on Saturday night, I got pretty excited. And when I saw from the readout that it was Riley calling, I was practically giddy. It was finally time.

I answered the phone with a calm voice, trying to stay level, knowing that if I gave Riley anything by way of an opening, she’d pry it open and make me regret it.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Not much,” Riley replied, sounding as calm and casual as always. Keeping her wits about her at all times was one of the things she strived for. The way she saw things, emotion was the enemy. “What about you? Anything going on?”

“Not really,” I said.

“Are you busy tonight?” Riley asked.

“Nope,” I said. “I’m just hanging out.” Waiting for you to call, I said to myself but not aloud. No reason to give Riley more ammo to use against me. She talked more than enough shit without me providing her with extra fodder. “Why?”

“I was hoping you could come over. I’m feel like getting the shit fucked out of me.”

“Is Carrie going to be there?” I said without really thinking things through.

“Not tonight,” Riley said. “She’s still out of town. She’ll be back next week. We’ll set something up then.”

“Okay,” I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.

Riley picked up on it though. “Don’t sound so fucking upset about it,” she said.

“I’m not,” I lied.

“Sure you’re not,” she said.

“No, really,” I said. “I’m not disappointed. Not at all. I was just looking forward to it, that’s all.”

“And you weren’t looking forward to fucking just me?”

“No,” I said.

“So you weren’t looking forward to fucking me?”

“I mean, yes. I was looking forward to it.”

“Are you sure?” Riley asked. “Because you don’t really sound like it.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, trying hard to pull my foot out of my mouth.

“Because I could always call someone else—”

“I’m positive,” I said. “I would love nothing more than to come over and fuck the shit out of you tonight.”

“That’s good to hear,” Riley said. “Because I have something special planned. A nice little surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t be so fucking lame,” she said. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

“No, I guess not,” I said.

“Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.”




I got myself cleaned up a bit then hopped in the car and made my way over to Riley’s house. There were butterflies in my stomach, but I was more excited by the anticipation of what perverted acts we were going to engage in than nervous about seeing her.

Riley and I had a purely physical relationship. She wasn’t the kind of girl I saw myself in a long-term relationship with; we didn’t get along like that. She knew it as well as I did. We’d talked about it many times before.

The key to our chemistry was tension. Due to our age and personality differences, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to most things. We were like one of those rock band that made great music together because we didn’t get along, not in spite of it. The tension between us was what fueled the music, so to speak; it’s what made the sex great. Take away the tension and replace it with harmony and the spark would be gone. The sex would have still been good, just no longer special.

Which is why we didn’t hang out at all outside of the proverbial bedroom. We knew that if we did, we’d either: 1) Hate each so much that we wouldn’t even want to get together for a hate-fuck session or: 2) We’d start to get along better, which would lead to an emotional connection, which would lead to us seeing each other as actual human beings with dreams and feelings and all that crap, which would lead to harmony instead of tension, which would lead to the end of the great music we made together. And neither of us wanted that.




Twenty minutes after she’d called me, I knocked on Riley’s door. She answered it wearing what I thought of as her “elegant slut” outfit. A white, long-sleeve, designer blouse with black polka-dots, white panties, and black leather ankle boots.

Riley opened the door without so much as a word of greeting, then stepped aside to let me in. She had an annoyed scowl on her face, but that was her default expression and it didn’t bother me in the least. If anything, it was a good sign. It meant the tension would be ratcheted up.

Replying to her silence with a brief nod of my head, I walked inside, stopping almost immediately. When Riley closed the door and turned around I was right there, inches away. It was time to do our little dance.

“Well, well, well, getting started right away tonight, are we?” Riley said, her scowl having shifted in an insolent smirk. “No wasting half the night talking about some bullshit I don’t want to hear?” 

“I figured there was no reason to waste any time,” I said, looking down on her.

I wasn’t a huge guy—right around 6 feet tall and 200 pounds—but I towered over Riley. Even though her personality was huge, making her seem larger than life in many ways, physically she was a tiny girl, barely over five feet and right about half my weight.

“I’m glad you finally figured that out,” she said. “I was starting to wonder if you were going senile on me.”

“Hardy-fucking-har,” I said, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and giving it a tug, yanking her head back, forcing her eyes up towards me. “You shouldn’t talk to you elders like that. It’s disrespectful.”

“Disrespectful is my middle name,” Riley said, her eyes twinkling with mischief and joy. She loved this sort of thing just as much as I did.

“I thought it was slut,” I said.

“I got it changed last week,” she said, smiling a little wider now. “Now slut is my first name.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. I couldn’t help it. Riley was just too damn perfect. I took a deep breath and gathered myself again. I knew she didn’t like it when I broke character. She wanted things to remain serious, all the time. No levity was allowed in Riley’s world. Or so she’d have me believe. But I knew the truth. She always started off our sessions completely serious but it rarely lasted all the way through the evening. Inevitably I broke her façade of self-control and she’d let the real Riley out. Or, at least what I assumed was the real Riley.

But that wasn’t until later. For now I had to talk shit right back to her, otherwise things would get real ugly, real fast.

“Is that right?” I said, wiping the smile off my face. “Then let’s see if you can live up to it. Get down on your knees and start sucking my cock you little slut.”

“Yes sir,” Riley said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. But she did as she was told, dropping to her knees and undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor along with my boxers.

My cock was already hard, as it almost always was around her.

“You’re such a dirty old man,” Riley said, taking my cock in her hand and jerking me off while she looked up at me.

“And you’re such a little slut,” I said. “Now shut up and do what you’re good at.”

She glared at me in defiance for a couple seconds, just to let me know that she wasn’t going to suck my cock just because I told her to, but because she wanted to, then took my cock between her lips.

Riley worked my cock like a pro, moving around constantly, running her tongue up my shaft, then sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. After taking things slow for a little while, she started moving her head back and forth, taking my cock halfway down in rapid thrusts, her hand still working my shaft in time with her mouth.

Pretty soon her hand dropped away and she went full throttle on my cock, taking it three-quarters of the way down every time, her hair flying everywhere and saliva dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor.

After working my cock for half a minute without letting up, she let it pop out of her mouth. Jerking me off, she looked up at me, her expression serious, as it always was at this point in the proceedings. “You like the way I suck your cock, don’t you?” she said.

I nodded my head.

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

I nodded again.

Still jerking me off, she slid her body further under me and took my ballsack in her mouth. She sucked on one of my testicles, rolling it around between her lips and flicking it with her tongue before switching up to the other one and giving it the same treatment. After working that one for a little bit, she took them both in her mouth at the same time.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she worked my balls, bouncing them off each other while she continued jerking me off.

Riley pulled down on my sack with her mouth, stretching it out to its limits before finally releasing it.

I let out a low groan at the sudden absence of pressure.

Riley’s laugh sounded like it could have come from the devil himself. “Sounds like you like that too,” she said.

“Just a little bit,” I said sarcastically.

“If you think that felt good, just wait.”

Before I could reply she ran her tongue along the bottom of my sack, sliding her body even further underneath mine.

Riley flipped herself over so she was sitting on her butt, her head right below my ass, her body between my legs.

“Spread your legs more,” she said, pushing on my inner thighs with her palms. “And squat down a little bit.”

I did as I was told, anxious to see where this was going to lead. I quickly found out.

Riley cupped one hand around my balls and pushed them forward, getting them out of the way. Then she started licking my taint, starting at the base of my sack and ending right before she got to my asshole.

I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt. But that didn’t last for long. Before I had even fully recovered from her latest escalation, Riley released my balls, put one hand on each of my ass cheeks, spread them wide, and ran her tongue over my asshole.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said aloud as a bolt of lightning shot up my body, making my head feel like it was going to explode.

“Ooooh, I think he likes it,” Riley said in a sing-song voice. “Am I right you dirty old man? Do you like it?”

“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.

She laughed softly. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

“Yes, please,” I said. My voice sounded desperate but I didn’t care. I was desperate. There was no reason to hide it.

“Okay,” Riley said. “But you have to return the favor later.”

“My pleasure.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“You swear?”

Now she was just messing with me. But I knew if I didn’t play along she would just mess with me some more. So I said, “Yes. I swear. Now stop torturing me and get on with it.”

Laughing, she went back to work on my asshole, licking it a few times before spitting on it and working the saliva around the edges with her tongue.

I let out a pathetic moan and tried to keep my legs from buckling. My entire body was tingling, from my head to my toes, as though a low dose of electricity was running through me.

Unable to leave myself alone, I started jerking myself off while she worked. I was excited beyond all belief. No girl had ever played with my asshole before and I surprised at how much I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed it so much, in fact, that when Riley slid the tip of her tongue into my asshole it very nearly triggered an immediate orgasm. Cursing under my breath, I quickly shuffled away from her and turned around.

Looking up at me from her knees with a satisfied smile on her face, Riley said, “You pathetic old man. Ready to cum so soon?”

“What can I say? It felt fucking great.”

“That was the whole point,” she said. “And speaking of how good it felt, I do believe you said you’d return the favor?”

“I certainly did.”

She turned around and leaned over, putting her palms on the wall, and stuck her ass out. “Then come on down,” she said in a deadpan, dry voice. “Because you’re the next contestant on lick this asshole.”

The fact that Riley was joking around showed just how excited she was. It was extremely rare that she dropped her guard like that this early into a session. Not only did it make me happy to see, her excitement served to fuel my own even further.

“With pleasure,” I said, walking over towards her.

Once I reached Riley I dropped to my knees, pulling her panties off along the way. Riley had a perfect ass, tight and tiny, just like I liked them. I planted a few kisses on her asscheeks before spreading them wide with my hands.

Even though Riley’s asshole was right there, staring at me, just begging to get licked, I started with her pussy, licking and sucking on it, running my tongue up it, starting at the bottom and ending right before I got to her asshole, just as she’d done to me earlier.

After her pussy was nice and wet, I stuck my tongue inside it and started exploring around, shaking my head back and forth quickly to loosen her up. Still holding her ass wide open with my hands, I started bobbing my head forward and back, forcing my tongue deeper inside her with every thrust.

Riley started getting into the act, pushing her ass back in rhythm with my face so they met in the middle, allowing me even deeper access to her insides. This went on for a little while, Riley’s breath growing more rapid and her moans growing consistently louder.

“That’s it,” she said. “Bury that face in my pussy.”

So I did, pressing against her with as much force as I could muster. She helped out too, reaching back with one hand and grabbing the back of my head, holding me there, smothering me, my tongue buried deep in her pussy, my nose smashed up against her asshole as she pushed her ass back into my face.

After what seemed like an eternity, she released my head, allowing me to breathe. Once I’d caught my breath, I smacked her ass a couple times, then once again grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide.

I stared at her asshole for a few seconds, admiring it, thinking about how lucky I was to have hooked up with a girl like Riley in the first place. Then I went to town on her asshole, exploring the edges with my tongue, getting it all wet and slippery while she moaned and groaned in pleasure.

I leaned back a little bit and spit on her asshole, took a moment to work it around with my thumb, then plunged in again, burying my face in her ass. Looking up the length of her perfect little body, her spine arched and her hair spilled down her back, I plunged my rigid tongue into her asshole.

Riley cursed under her breath and her lower half shook and shimmied, her ass pushing back against my face, forcing my tongue even deeper inside her.

“Jesus fucking Christ that feels so fucking incredible,” Riley said, her voice a harsh whisper. One of her hands left the wall and flew down between her legs and started working her clit. “Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Even though I was having trouble breathing, I kept my face buried against her ass, my tongue deep in her asshole, just as she had asked.

No more than five seconds later an unintelligible moan of pleasure escaped from Riley’s mouth and her pussy released a torrent of juices, drenching the lower part of my face.

Once her orgasm had passed I pulled my face from her ass and took a moment to catch my breath. She reached back, grabbed ahold of my hair, lifted me to my feet and pulled me in close. With my cock pushing up against her lower back, right above her ass, she turned her head so she could see me over her shoulder.

Without saying anything, Riley grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her pussy, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. She was as wet as she’d ever been, her pussy practically leaking juices, making it so slick that I couldn’t have gone slow if I’d wanted to.

With my knees bent to account for the height difference, I moved my hips against Riley, forcing my cock deep inside her pussy. I grabbed ahold of her hips and proceeded to slam into her, moving my cock in and out of her pussy in fast, aggressive pumps, her entire body moving forward every time I bottomed out.

Riley returned her palms to the wall to give her more leverage, allowing her to push back against me. Her upper body was bent at a ninety degree angle and she was facing away from me, her leg muscles tight and her back arched, showing off her spine and shoulder blades. 

With one of my hands, I released her hips and gave her a slap on the ass. She let out a little yelp of pleasure and started bucking back harder against me.

“You like that, do you?” I said, taunting her just as she’d taunted me earlier.

“I love it,” she said. “Do it again.”

So I did, smacking her again, hard enough that it left a red handprint in her ass cheek. While I admired my handiwork, my eyes caught a glimpse of her asshole. It was staring right at me, beckoning. I let my hand wander towards it and started rubbing it with my thumb.

Riley responded by bucking even harder against me, as though trying to force my thumb inside her asshole.

I decided to help her out, spitting on her asshole and rubbing it in with my thumb before slipping the tip of it inside her while I continued fucking her pussy.

“Holy fuck,” she said in a gasping breath.

“Is that what you wanted?” I asked, knowing full well it was but wanting to hear her say it. “My thumb in your asshole while I fuck your pussy?”

She shook her head from side to side.

“No?” I said, unable to hide my surprise.

“No,” she said, rising up so her back was pressing against my chest. She turned her head so she could see me. She was still moving against me, but more slowly now. My thumb was still planted halfway in her asshole. “I want your cock in there. I want you to fuck my ass.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Of course I’m sure,” Riley said, pulling my thumb out of her ass and sucking on it, cleaning it of her ass juices. “That was the whole point of the evening.”

That was your surprise?”

Nodding, Riley stepped forward. My cock slid out of her pussy. Smiling, she dropped to her knees and grabbed ahold it.

“I want you to take this cock—”

She paused for a moment to wrap her lips around my cock, taking it halfway down and letting it out slowly, inch by inch.

“And I want you to stick it in my tight little asshole—”

Pausing again, she slid my cock back into her mouth, taking it three-quarters of the way down this time before letting it out just as slowly as she had a moment ago.

“Until you shoot your load in my dirty little shithole.”

She took my cock in her mouth yet again, this time taking it all the way down. After it had completely disappeared in her mouth, she held it there, deepthroating me for a few seconds before letting it out at the same slow pace as the previous two times.

“What do you say to that?” she asked once my cock was clear of her mouth.

“I say turn around and get down on your hands and knees so I can give you what you want.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Riley replied, spinning around and dropping to her hands and knees. Her legs were spread, opening up her ass, giving me a perfect view of her insane backside. She flicked her head, sending her hair to one side, then turned her face so she could see me.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked.

I didn’t have an answer. So I fell to my knees and sidled up to her.

Looking down at her perfect little ass from this angle, I found myself staring at the perfectly round black hole of her anus, slightly opened up from the foreplay but by no means gaping. I was mesmerized, completely fixated by it, thinking about how good my luck was. Here I was getting ready to fuck an incredibly hot, impossibly filthy 21-year-old in her tight, tiny little ass. It didn’t get any better than that.     

“Come on, give it to me already,” Riley said, breaking my stupor. She sounded annoyed, like she thought I’d been deliberately messing with her.

“Sorry,” I said. “I got lost there for a moment.”

Her gaze softened. Apparently she believed me. But now that she was back to playing the attitude card, she couldn’t let it go. Maintaining the façade, she said, “I don’t care what the fuck happened to you, if you don’t stick that hard cock of yours in my ass I’m going to rip it off.”

Laughing softly, I grabbed ahold of my cock, slapped it against her asscheeks a couple of times, then slid it into her asshole.

Even though it was already warmed up from the foreplay, Riley’s asshole was tight as hell, grabbing my cock in a way that her pussy didn’t. It felt just as incredible as fucking her pussy, but different. The pressure was more intense and constant up and down my entire cock as her anus squeezed it tight. And I hadn’t even started moving against her yet.

I started to push but Riley said, “Hang on a second. Let me work it for a little bit.”

So I sat still while she worked my cock with her perfect little ass.

Riley started slowly, moving back against me with deliberate care, slowly and gently while her asshole got used to my cock. It didn’t take long before it opened up, and within a minute she was bucking back against me with more intensity, taking my cock all the way down, making it disappear inside her asshole in long, smooth strokes.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned under my breath.

“You like that?” Riley said, her face still turned so she could see me. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my asshole?”

I nodded, afraid that my voice would crack if I tried to speak.

“Are you ready to take over?” she asked, her voice full of need. “Are you ready to start pummeling my ass with your cock?”

I nodded again.

“Then take over,” Riley said. “Show me what you can do.”

So I did, grabbing ahold of her hips and using them for leverage, allowing me to start moving against her at the pace and depth of my choosing.

Riley’s asshole felt so fucking good that I knew I wouldn’t be able to last long, so I started slamming into her right away, giving her my entire cock, balls deep, pounding her with such intensity that my ballsack was slapping up against the underside of her pussy at the end of every thrust.

“Is that all you got?” Riley said, catching my eyes. “Can’t you fuck me any harder?”

“Like this?” I said, hammering into her as hard as I could and holding it there, my cock planted deep in her asshole. “Is that how you want it?”

I slammed into her again, hard enough to make her yelp as my hips made contact with her ass. “Like that?”

“Harder,” she said, still staring directly at me.

I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and yanked back on them as I came forward, allowing me even deeper access to her asshole. I sped things up, sliding my cock in and out of her asshole with ever-increasing rapidity, so quickly that I could barely keep any rhythm going. Riley started grunting upon contact and her breathing rate increased dramatically as I continued hammering away at her with reckless abandon.

“Is this what you want?” I asked. She was no longer looking back at me. Her head was facing forward, her spine arched, her hair spilling down her back. “Am I giving you what you want you fucking little slut?” 

“More,” she said even though she was breathing so hard she could barely even talk. “Give me all you got. I can take it. Break me in fucking half. Punish me.”

Laughing under my breath, marveling at her insatiability, I climbed to my feet and pushed her shoulders down so they were lying on the floor, along with her face. This would allow me maximum leverage over her and allow me to give her what she wanted. An ass-fucking like no other.

I pummeled her asshole with everything I had, pounding away at her so hard that her body was moving forward with every thrust. My hips were moving like a jackhammer, her ass rippling every time I made contact with it.

“Holy fuck!” she screamed, totally into it now. “Just like that, just like that! Fuck my asshole. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!”

Her talking was what put me over the edge. Despite wanting to continue fucking her all night long, my body was telling me it was done.

“Goddammit,” I said, partly out of frustration at cumming already and partly out to warn Riley, to make sure she still wanted me to cum in her asshole. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Cum in my ass,” she growled, her voice guttural. “Fill up my asshole with your cum.”

Well, that answered that question. I muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” under my breath and released my seed into her asshole, continuing to pound away at her until every last bit of sperm had exited my body.

Once I’d stopped, Riley pulled forward. My cock slipped out of her ass, drooping a little bit but still pretty hard. She spun around and took my cock in her mouth, sucking it clean of her ass juices before letting it slide out.

“Well, what did you think?” she asked, looking up at me, her trademark smirk back on her face.

“I think you’re a filthy little fuckslut,” I said.

“Why thank you,” she replied. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You have a warped sense of humor, you know that?”

“Of course,” she said. “I’ve worked very hard on it over the years.”

“Too bad it doesn’t come out more often,” I said.

“Too bad you can’t fuck my ass longer without cumming,” she countered.

“Ouch,” I said. “That’s a low blow.”

“Sorry,” Riley said. “I was just joking.”

“No you weren’t,” I said. “And I don’t blame you for being annoyed. I didn’t last very long once I started fucking your ass.”

“Oh, you did fine,” she said. “It was our first time doing that, after all.”

“Still, that’s no excuse,” I said. “What do you say I make it up to you.”


“Come with me into your bedroom and you’ll find out,” I said, flashing her a wry smile.

“What? You want to go twice in a row?”

“Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

Riley shrugged. “I’ve tried to get you to do it before and you always had some excuse why you couldn’t.”

“That’s true,” I said. “But you’ve never let me fuck your ass before.”

“And that changes things?”

“It sure seems like it,” I said. “After all, I’m still pretty hard, aren’t I?”

Riley looked down at my cock, which was already starting to make a comeback. “I’m seeing it but I’m not sure I’m believing it,” she said. “Did you take Viagra before coming over here or something?”

“Nope,” I said, grabbing my cock and bouncing it up and down a couple times. “This is all natural, baby.”

“All because I let you fuck my ass,” she said, shaking her head softly.

“That’s right.”

“Hell, if I would have known that’s all it took I would’ve let you fuck my ass that first night.”

“I wish you would have,” I said, climbing to my feet.

“So do I,” she replied. “So do I.”

“Well, shall we?” I asked, holding out my hand.

“We shall,” Riley replied, taking it in hers. I helped her up and led her to the bedroom. “We shall indeed.”





Teagan is by far the coolest woman I’ve every met.

First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.

Teagan is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Teagan it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.

I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.

After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.

She was hot as shit, with short black hair highlighted by purple streaks in the front and an angular sexy face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and purple lipstick to match the streaks in her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, big and perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.

As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.

“Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”

“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.

I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.

“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.

“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”

“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”


“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”

“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”

I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”

One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”

“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.

“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”

“It’s that obvious, huh?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”

“Which is what?”

“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”

“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”

I started to blush and dropped my eyes.

“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”

I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”

“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.

“No, I guess not,” I replied.

“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.

“Why is that?”

“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.

“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.

I shrugged.

“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.

“What makes you so sure?”

She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”

“Honestly?” I said.

“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”

“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.

“In what way?”

“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.

“How so?” she said.

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Try,” she said.

“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“Keep going,” she said.

Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.

“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”

I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.

“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.

It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”

“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”

I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”

“Whatever we want.”

“And what is it that you want?” I asked.

“To find someplace a lot more private,” she said.

“Then follow me,” I said, holding out my hand. She grabbed it and I helped her off the counter and to her feet.

“I’m Teagan, by the way,” she said.

“I’m Brian,” I replied.

“I know,” she said. “Now let’s go.”

Five minutes later we were back at my place, making out while groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. We’d started going at it immediately after closing the front door and were still just in the living room. We hadn’t even bothered to make our way into the bedroom before getting started.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” Teagan said, breaking things off for a moment. She was down to her purple bra and black panties and me to my boxers and socks. Our clothes lay in a heap on the floor next to us.

I unfurled my arms from her body and took a step back.

“It’s not a big deal,” Teagan said after seeing the look on my face. “It’s just . . . I’m not what you’d call a normal girl.”

“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said, eyeing her sideways. If she told me she was really a guy I was going to flip my lid.

Teagan must have read my thoughts from my expression, as she laughed and shook her head. “It’s nothing horrible,” Teagan said. “I’m not a dude or anything like that.”

“That’s good to know,” I said, trying not to let the depth of my relief show.

“It’s just that I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling men what way that is.”

“Well, luckily I’m not a typical dude,” I said, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around her once again. “I’m actually know how to follow directions.”

Teagan smiled widely and her eyes lit up in excitement. “That’s good to hear. You wouldn’t believe how many guys just go and do their own thing without even thinking about what the girl wants.”

“Not me,” I said. “In fact, I’m just the opposite. When I’m in these types of situations, I only want wherever the girl wants. That’s what makes me happy.”

“What’s that?”

“Making them happy,” I said.

Teagan tilted her head and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet. “Are you serious?”

“Completely,” I said.

“That’s not just some bullshit line you’re feeding me?”

I shook my head from side to side. “It’s the honest truth.”

“Damn, Brian, where have you been my whole life?”

“That’s funny, I was wondering the same thing about.”

“I’m not sure where I’ve been,” Teagan said, pushing me back against the wall. “But I’m positive about where I’m going.”

“And where’s that?” I asked.

“Down, down, down, to the bottom of the sea,” Teagan sang as she dropped to her knees.

I laughed as she pulled my boxers down around my ankles. “You’re pretty fucking funny.”

“I try,” she said before taking the tip of my cock in her mouth. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and looked down at Teagan’s sexy face as she worked my cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time.

After bobbing on the head of my cock for half a minute, Teagan took me deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling her head off.

She spit on my cock and started jerking me off with more intensity. Still looking up at me, she said, “You have a very nice cock.”

“Thanks,” I said sheepishly.

“I love sucking on it,” Teagan added, smiling wryly at my reaction to her words. “Do you mind if I do it some more?”

“Not at all,” I said. “I’d like that.”

Giggling, Teagan took my cock in her mouth once again, this time blowing me proper, her lips quickly moving back and forth along my shaft as wet, sloppy sounds escaped from her throat.

She sucked my cock like an expert, altering the speed and depth continuously, keeping me on my toes, staring up at me the entire time. When she finally released my cock from between her lips, it was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the harsh light of the room.

“How are you liking things so far?” Teagan asked.

“I’m loving them,” I said.

“Are you ready to get a little freakier?”

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Teagan smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.”

She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around so my back was facing the wall, then gave me a shove, backing me flush against it.

Looking up at me with a devilish smile, Teagan quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. After letting me admire her large, perky, perfect tits for a bit, she squatted down and grabbed ahold of my cock and smacked it against her chest.

After taking turns smacking my cock against each one of her tits a couple of times, she held my cock against her flesh between them and moved her body up and down, titty-fucking me.

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly.

“I take it you enjoy this?” Teagan said, looking up at me with a nasty little smile.

I nodded.

“What about this,” she asked, dropping her body down and using my cock to slap herself in the cheek, then opening her mouth and smacking my cock against her tongue a few times. “Do you like that too?”

I nodded again, more vigorously this time. I didn’t know if I could speak.

Teagan laughed softly. “Yeah, I think you might like it a little too much,” she said. “Perhaps we should mix things up a bit.”

“Sounds good,” I said. I was all for switching things up, because if we continued on like this, I would cum way too soon, and neither of us wanted that. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get down on the floor,” Teagan said. “On your back. I’ll take things from there.”

“My pleasure,” I said, doing as I was told.

As I got into position, Teagan slipped out of her panties, then took a step forward and put one foot on either side of my head until she was standing directly above my face, her chest facing my feet, her ass pointed at my face. She rubbed her pussy and looked down at me, smiling.

“Are you ready for this sweet pussy in your face?” she asked.

“I can’t wait,” I replied.

Smiling, she said, “Neither can I,” then fell to her knees and dropped her pussy directly onto my face, just as she’d said she was going to do.

At first Teagan just sat there atop my face, not moving at all, smothering me with her flesh. After a little while she started moving back and forth, grinding on my face, soaking me with her pussy juices while I flicked my tongue around, exploring her insides.

Not long after that, Teagan reached down and spread her ass cheeks, giving me deeper access to her pussy. “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Don’t be shy. Get as far in there as you can.”

I tilted my head up, forcing my tongue deeper into her pussy.

“There you go,” she said. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Getting smothered by Teagan’s pussy turned me on like crazy. My cock was as hard as a wood plank and sticking straight up towards the ceiling, just begging for attention.

“My, my, my,” Teagan said, noticing my cock for the first time. “It looks like you’re enjoying this just as much as I am. Let me help you out with that.”

Leaving her pussy planted firmly on my face, Teagan leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as she started to blow me, and I returned the favor by going after her pussy with even more vigor, getting my fingers involved along with my tongue.

We both gradually increased the intensity until I was attacking Teagan’s pussy with everything I had while she slobbered all over my cock.

Some time later, Teagan abruptly rose up, letting my cock slip out of her mouth, and put all her weight on my face, making it so I couldn’t even breathe.

“Holy fucking shit,” she said, her voice a deep groan. “Right there, right fucking there! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

A few seconds later she did just that, her legs shaking violently and her pussy squirting juices all over me, getting in my hair, my eyes, my mouth, and everywhere in between.

With my entire face a soaking wet mess, Teagan crawled forward, pulling her pussy off my head. As I gasped for breath, trying desperately to fill my lungs with air, she stood up, then turned herself around so she was facing me, putting one foot on either side of my body. Then she squatted down, put one hand on my chest for balance, grabbed ahold of my cock with her other hand, and slid it into her pussy.

Teagan immediately started working my cock, bouncing down on me with more and more intensity, my cock going deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every pump. It wasn’t long before my cock was completely disappearing inside Teagan, her ass hammering down onto my body, driving me into the floor. My grunts and her groans combined to fill up the room with sounds of sex.

After riding my cock for a full minute with ever increasing aggression, Teagan slammed down onto me one final time and held her body in place atop mine with my cock deep in her pussy.

Teagan took a moment to recover, then dropped her knees to the floor, straddling me proper. She then reached back and put her hands on my thighs and leaned back, arching her spine, tilting her chin towards the ceiling and pushing her tits out more prominently.

While Teagan went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”

So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

“That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”

I continued smacking away Teagan’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.

So, after giving Teagan a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”

She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”

“But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”

“Sounds good to me,” Teagan said.

I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”

“You may,” she said, grasping my hand.

I helped Teagan to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.

Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.

“The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”

“That sounds like fun to me,” Teagan said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”

And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Teagan’s pussy.

Teagan took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed.

I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Teagan’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.

“That’s it, that’s it,” Teagan said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”

I was already giving it to Teagan pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.

“There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”

I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.

“Right there, right there!” Teagan screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”

I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Teagan’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.

“Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Teagan screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.

Teagan’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.

After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Teagan pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.

“You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”

“I can tell,” Teagan said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”

“I can’t wait,” I said.

“Neither can I,” Teagan said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.

“Well?” Teagan said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”

My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Teagan until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.

“Just sit tight,” Teagan said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”

“My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Teagan moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

“Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”

“I love it,” I said.

“So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”

Teagan shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.

“Holy shit,” Teagan cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. But it didn’t even slow her down one bit.

“It’s your turn now, baby,” Teagan said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”

So I did, grabbing Teagan by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Teagan said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Teagan off again.

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