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JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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


















Eric was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Jasmine’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.

To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Jasmine a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Jasmine was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.

But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.

And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Eric started seeing Jasmine as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.

They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Eric didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Jasmine just flat out loved to fuck.)

Eric came to think of his time with Jasmine as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Jasmine’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Jasmine brought them up, hadn’t.)

So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.

A whole lot better.




There’s a knock on the door. Eric forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.

Jasmine is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.

She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.

He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.

“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.

“What can I say? I’ve been looking forward to this since the moment you walked out the door last time.”

“I have too,” Jasmine says.

He laughs. “You liar.”

She gives him a look like she’s trying to get out of getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“You know what happens to liars,” Eric says, flashing her an evil grin.

“Of course I know,” she replies. “They get punished.”

“No,” he says. “They get severely punished.”

“Ooooh, even better,” she says. “What kind of punishment is in store for tonight?”

“You’ll just have to see, won’t you?”

“I can’t wait.”

Eric pulls the top of Jasmine’s dress down, revealing her perfect, perky little tits. He attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and sucks on it until it’s nice and hard.

“This doesn’t seem like a punishment to me,” she says. “It seems more like a reward.”

“I’m starting off slow,” he says, pulling his mouth off her nipple with a pop. It’s grown to the size of a pencil eraser. “I’m lulling you into a sense of relaxation by pleasuring you. The punishment will come later.”

He switches over to her other nipple and gives it the same treatment.

Jasmine moans in enjoyment and runs her hand down his stomach and starts rubbing his cock through his pants.

Eric returns the favor, running his hand down her body and hiking her dress up over her hips, revealing her black g-string panties. He rubs her pussy while still working her tits with his mouth. It isn’t long before she’s soaking through the cotton.

She grabs his head and lifts it towards her own then sticks her tongue down his throat and starts exploring his mouth.

He continues working her pussy while they make out, sliding her g-string to the side to give him direct access. He slips two fingers inside her pussy and starts banging her.

Jasmine moans more loudly and kisses him more aggressively, her hands now moving down to his belt, which she quickly undoes. His pants fall to the ground. She follows, dropping to her knees.

She goes to work on his cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of his shaft, caressing his balls, then sucking on them for a bit, her eyes locked on his, looking up at him the entire time.

“You have such a beautiful cock,” Jasmine says in one of the rare times when her mouth isn’t full. “I love touching it and licking it and sucking it.”

And then she dives in with a proper blowjob, her red lips wrapped around his cock, moving up and down on his shaft in time with her hand, which is still jerking him off. Her blonde hair is thrown back, allowing him a perfect view of her pretty little face sucking his cock.

“You like how I suck it?” she says, not waiting for an answer before diving right back in, going hands-free this time. She takes him most of the way down her throat, holds it for a couple of seconds, then pulls back off and goes back to jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his.

He nods in response to her earlier question.

Smiling, she says, “That’s nothing, baby. I’m going to do things to you that you’ve never had done before,” then goes back to work, sliding her body further beneath him and taking his ballsack in her mouth.

“Godammit that feels fucking good,” Eric says as Jasmine sucks on his balls, bouncing them off each other in her mouth while her hand still works his cock.

After tea-bagging him for a bit she runs her tongue along the bottom of his sack, then scoots her body even further beneath him and starts licking his taint.

“Holy fucking shit,” he says without thinking. His legs feel like they’re going to buckle. His head feels like it’s going to explode.

She takes his words as a sign she’s doing something right and it gives her the confidence to take things to the next level. She scoots even further beneath him then turns around and runs her tongue over his asshole.

A bolt of lightning shoots up Eric’s spine. He lets out a piteous groan of pure pleasure and tries not to think too hard about what’s going on. Just sit back and enjoy it, he tells himself.

Jasmine licks his asshole for what seems like an eternity but is really only a few of seconds of objective time. Then she slides out the back of his legs.

A stab of disappointment hits him but before he has a chance to dwell on it, she gives him a good hearty slap on the ass.

“Down on the floor,” she says. “Hand and knees.”

He does as he’s told without hesitation.

“That’s a good boy,” she says.

Jasmine drops down to her hands and knees herself, then crawls in closer to him, grabs ahold of his asscheeks—one in each hand—spreads them apart and sticks her face between them, her tongue going to work on his asshole.

He turns his head to the side and uses the mirrored wall of the closet to watch the proceedings from a third-person view. This excites him even further.

“Goddamn you’re a filthy little slut,” Eric says while she tosses his salad, running her tongue up his asshole over and over again while her hands play with his cock and balls continuously.

She lifts her head up, sees him watching in the mirror, and gives him a wink. “I told you before,” she says with a smile. “I’m the filthiest.” Then she dives back in.

Eric laughs softly and shakes his head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regulate his excitement. He’s pathetically unsuccessful.

Afraid he’s going to cum way too quickly, he crawls forward a couple of steps to escape her grasp and turns around to face her.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, her face a mask of fake innocence. She’s up on her knees, her back straight. “You didn’t like that?”

“I loved it,” he says, walking on his knees towards her. “A bit too much, actually.”

“Aaahhh, I get it,” she says, her face blooming into a smile. “You poor boys. You only get to cum once and then you need a break.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Unlike you girls who get to cum as many times as you want.”

“It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Jasmine says.

“No it doesn’t,” Eric says as he again attaches his mouth to one of her nipples and starts to hungrily suck on it. They’re just so perfect and inviting he can’t keep his mouth off them.

She lets out a sexy little moan and runs her hand down her body and slides her panties down her legs and starts rubbing her clit. Her moans grow louder.

He gives Jasmine’s protruding nipple a little bite, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure from her, then moves to the other one to give it the same treatment. After he sucks on it for a bit then gives it a little bite too, Eric pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.

Jasmine notices Eric watching her and slips two fingers inside her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you?” she says, her eyes locked onto his, her hand working feverishly, moving in and out of her pussy. “You like watching me fuck myself?”

“I fucking love it,” he says.

“You want to see another one in there?” she asks.

He nods.

Smiling, her eyes not leaving his, Jasmine slips another finger inside her pussy, biting down on her bottom lip as it goes in. It takes a few seconds to loosen up but pretty soon she’s moving all three fingers in and out of her pussy as quickly as she was moving two just moments before.

Eric reaches out with his free hand and smacks down on her left tit. The sound fills the room.

She yelps and goes to work even more feverishly on herself, obviously turned on by the slapping.

He smacks her other tit and gets the same result.

“Do it again,” Jasmine says breathlessly. “Please do it again.”

He obliges, smacking one tit, waiting a couple of seconds, then smacking the other.

Moaning with pleasure, her free hand flies down and goes to work on her clit while the other continues banging herself.

He slaps her tits again. One, then the other.

And again.

And again.

With every slap Jasmine attacks herself even more intensely, both arms moving faster and faster, her fingers digging in more and more aggressively, until finally she reaches that point which she’s been seeking. She freezes up for a moment, then utters a high-pitched wordless scream as her body shakes and shimmies as the orgasm overtakes her.

Smiling, Jasmine slides her soaking wet fingers out of her pussy and sticks them in her mouth and licks them clean of her juices.

“There’s number one,” she says. “Ready to try for another?”

“That’s so not fair,” he says.

She laughs and offers a little shrug. “What can I say? Life’s not fair.”

“You do realize I’m going to have to punish you to make up for the inequity of this world.”

“If you insist,” she says with a smile.

Eric smacks her tit one last time for good measure then climbs to his feet and steps towards her.

“Look at me,” he says.

She does.

Standing over her, he stares down at her pretty little smiling face and wonders how such a beauty could be such a filthy little slut. No matter how it happened, he considered himself a lucky man for having hooked up with her.

“Hands behind your back,” Eric says.

Jasmine obliges.

He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her cheek with it a few times. Then he switches sides and smacks her other cheek with it.

Her smile grows wider.

“You like getting smacked around, don’t you?” Eric says.

Jasmine bites down on her bottom lip and nods.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

She does as she’s told without hesitation.

He grabs the back of her head and pulls it towards him, guiding his hard cock into her mouth.

She wraps her lips around it.

“Keep your mouth open,” Eric says.

She instantly opens it back up.

He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Jasmine’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.

Gurgling sounds come from Jasmine’s throat as Eric slams his cock into her mouth. Her face is tilted upwards, allowing her to maintain eye contact the entire time. Her eyes are wide and full of enjoyment; she truly does get off on this kind of thing.

Eric pummels Jasmine’s mouth, his balls slapping up against her cheek with every pump, her eyes never leaving his. A few more thrusts and then he slams it deep into her throat and holds it there, choking her, causing tears to leak out of her eyes.

She gags and coughs but makes no attempt to pull away, apparently content to deepthroat him for as long as he can take it. He releases her head, allowing her the ability to pull off whenever she needs to.

But instead of pulling off his cock Jasmine pushes her head forward, taking him even further down her throat. Her nose is pressing up against his belly and her tongue is flicking out from beneath his cock to tickle his balls as she deepthroats him.

“Holy fuck,” Eric says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this before. Not even from Jasmine. She’s on top of her game tonight.

Finally, after what seems like forever she pulls back, releasing his cock from her throat and allowing herself a chance to breathe. She takes a few deep, gasping breaths and then looks up at him.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I know,” she replies with a smirk. “You want me to do it again?”

“So I can blow my load already?” he says. “Hell no. I need to take a little break. Besides, it’s time for me to return the favor.”

“If you insist,” she says, her smile growing wider.

Eric reaches down and picks Jasmine up, lifting her with ease, and throws her up over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. A very sexy sack of potatoes.

She laughs and slaps his ass while he carries her over to the other side of the room.

Eric tosses Jasmine down onto the couch, lengthwise. She lands on her back, still laughing softly. He grabs her by the waist and flips her over so she’s on her stomach, then lifts her ass into the air. Her dress is still hiked up around her waist but he leaves it there. Something about fucking a girl while she’s still clothed turns him on.

Jasmine slides her knees under herself, hikes up onto her hands and arches her back, lifting her ass further into the air. Turning her head back towards him, she says, “Is this how you want me? On my hands and knees so you can fuck me from behind?”

“That’s exactly how I want you,” Eric says, looking down at her perfect, tight little ass sticking up right below him, her asshole gaping slightly and beckoning him. “Don’t you fucking move.”

 He bends down so his face is at the same level as her ass and mere inches away. He grabs her panties and pulls them down and slips them off her legs. He stares at her pussy and asshole for a moment, taking them in, reveling in their beauty, then goes to work.

He starts with her pussy, gently licking from the bottom up like a puppy drinking from its water bowl. Long, slow strokes, no penetration at all, just getting her warmed up for the main course. His hands are tenderly rubbing her ass cheeks.

Jasmine seems to enjoy it, shimmying beneath him and breathing more heavily with every pass he makes.

Once he’s gotten her good and riled up Eric starts going at it a little more aggressively, sticking his tongue deeper inside her as he runs it up her pussy and groping her cheeks with a little more force.

Faster and faster he moves, his tongue going deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more visceral, until pretty soon her ass is bouncing against his face, his rigid tongue slamming into her pussy, her salty sweetness covering his face, her ass smothering him, her juices dripping into his mouth, running down the back of his tongue and into his throat.

Jasmine reaches back and grabs the back of his head and pulls him further into her pussy, repaying his treatment of her earlier.

Eric shakes his head quickly from side to side and digs in, sticking his tongue as far into her as it will go and moving it rapidly up and down and side to side. The ridge of his nose is pressed up against her asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Right there, right fucking there!”

He’s having trouble breathing but Eric doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give in. He just keeps his face buried in Jasmine’s pussy, his tongue working feverishly while she presses on the back of his head, keeping him deep inside her, suffocating him, making it almost impossible to breathe.

“Don’t stop I’m gonna fucking cum don’t stop don’t you dare fucking stop!” she screams in a breathless rush. “Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuuuuuucccckkkkkkk!”

Her entire body shudders and a rush of her juices drench him even further as her orgasm overwhelms her.

Eric feels the pressure on the back of his head relax and he pulls his face back and takes a couple of deep breaths. Then, before she has a chance to fully recover, he spreads her ass cheeks wide, takes a deep breath, and buries his face in her ass.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Jasmine says, sounding like she’s going to explode.

Eric licks her asshole a few times, pulls back a little bit, spits on it, and goes back to work, licking her tender flesh between her pussy and asshole for a moment before sliding his tongue back up to lick her asshole proper.

He works her asshole with the tip of his tongue for  a little while, loosening it up, until it’s big enough for him to slip his rigid tongue inside it.

Jasmine yelps and her body buckles and her ass shakes.

Eric stays the course, pushing his tongue further inside her asshole, causing her moans to grow even louder.

With his tongue in her asshole he can see over the top of her ass and down the length of her body as she strains against the pleasure, her back arched, her skin dappled with sweat, her head tilted up, throwing her hair down over her back, tempting him, begging to be pulled.

Unable to resist, he grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, arching her back even further and forcing her to press her ass more forcefully against his face, allowing his tongue even deeper access to her asshole.

With her head pulled back and her neck stretched tight, Jasmine’s groans turn guttural and wordless; expressions of pure bliss unaccompanied by any kind of rational thought process.

But Eric’s still not done.

With his free hand he slides two fingers inside her pussy, giving her yet another point of pleasure. With his tongue in her ass, his hand yanking her hair and his fingers in her pussy it isn’t long before she cums again.

Jasmine shudders against him, her body shaking and shimmying and another wordless scream coming from her throat.

Once that passes Eric lets go of her hair, giving her a little bit of respite. But he keeps his tongue in her ass and his fingers inside her pussy.

“Please fuck me,” Jasmine begs, turning her upper body to face him. The words come in short bursts, between shuddering breaths. “I need your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”

Eric’s thoroughly enjoying making her squirm and doesn’t want to let up quite yet, so he sticks another finger inside her and bangs her pussy for a little longer before finally giving in to her request.

He pulls his fingers out of her pussy and slides his tongue out of her ass. He rises up and puts one knee up on the couch and leaves the other foot on the floor so he’s half-standing, then positions himself directly behind her ass and slips his cock into her pussy.

Eric tries to start off slow but Jasmine’s so wet and slippery from all the licking and sucking that it’s nearly impossible. His cock glides in and out of her pussy with barely a hint of resistance as he fucks her, his hips slamming into her ass, making it bounce and jiggle with every thrust.

He grabs her shoulders and uses them to pull her back into him at the bottom of every pump, increasing the force in which their bodies are slamming against one another.

“There you go,” Jasmine says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

One of Eric’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Jasmine’s head back as he fucks her.

Her back is arched and her shoulder blades are showing through her skin.

He slaps her ass with his free hand.

“That’s right, baby,” Jasmine says. “Spank me.”

Eric slaps her ass again.

“Punish me,” she says, her head turning back to look at him. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

He releases her hair and slaps her ass again. With both hands this time. One for each cheek.

Jasmine yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.

But Eric doesn’t stop fucking her. He doesn’t even slow down. He slaps her ass again. And again. And again until both cheeks are bright red.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Jasmine screams.

He stops spanking her ass and slows down for a moment to catch his breath.

But she keeps on working, moving her ass back against his cock, doing all the work while he remains still.

Eric turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.

Jasmine looks in the mirror and sees him watching.

“You like it when I back my tight little ass up against you?” she says, her voice higher-pitched than usual. “You like it when I do all the work?”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?” she says. “You want me to do it harder?”


“Yeah?” Jasmine says, slamming back into him more forcefully, her voice taunting him, teasing him, torturing him. “Like this?”

He nods and watches in the mirror as she backs into him even more aggressively.

And then Eric can’t take it anymore. He grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them and proceeds to once again take control, slamming into her hard enough to move her body forward with every thrust.

With her ass cheeks spread wide, Jasmine’s asshole is beckoning. Loosened up from the action earlier in the evening it’s spread wider than usual, not quite gaping but not completely closed either. It’s just begging to be played with.

Eric gathers up some saliva and spits on Jasmine’s asshole, then starts working it with his thumb, rubbing the outside for a little while then sliding it in and moving it around inside, loosening it up, getting it ready.

After Jasmine’s asshole is nice and loose he slides his thumb in as far as it will go, still slamming his cock into her all the while.

Her groans grow louder, more intense, as does her bucking, just like they do every time he starts playing with her ass. Even though she’s never actually come out and said it, he’s pretty sure she likes anal sex more than vaginal.

“You like my thumb in your ass, don’t you?” Eric says.

“I fucking love it,” Jasmine replies, turning her head back to look at him.

“But what you really want is my cock in there,” he says. “Isn’t that right? You want me to fuck your ass with my big cock.”


“Yes what?”

“Yes please,” Jasmine says.

“I don’t know,” he says with fake ambivalence as he slams up against her even more aggressively. Hearing her beg always turns him on. “I don’t think I believe you.”

“Please, please, please give it to me,” she says, her voice an exaggerated high-pitched whine. “I want your cock in my ass. Please give it to me. I want it.”

“You want it?” he says, playing out the string as long as he can. “Or you need it?”

“I need it,” Jasmine says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”

“Well, if you insist,” Eric says with mock reluctance.

And with that, he slips his thumb out of her asshole, then pulls his cock out of her pussy and slides it into her asshole. Even though it’s a tight fit it slips in easily, with all the ass play they’ve had tonight it’s more than lubed up enough without any outside help.

But still, Eric doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Jasmine do all the work in the beginning, allowing her the chance to get her asshole loosened up before he starts fucking her ass proper.

She starts slowly, moving her ass back against him in short, deliberate strokes. As her asshole opens up the strokes become longer and it isn’t long before she’s taking his entire cock in her ass, from tip to base, in smooth, slow strokes.

“That’s it, baby,” he says, his eyes locked on her ass as it swallows his cock whole. “Work that ass. Fuck my cock with that tight little ass of yours.”

She starts bucking more aggressively against him, her ass bouncing off his body, his balls slapping against her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her ass.

“Like that?” Jasmine says, turning back to look at him.

“Just like that,” he replies.

After a few more thrusts he’s had enough of her doing the work. It’s time to take control. Eric brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Jasmine’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.

“Just like that, just like that,” Jasmine says, the words coming out in a breathless rush. “Stretch that tight fucking ass out. Yes, yes, yes!”

His hands slide up her back to her shoulders and press down on them.

 Jasmine gets the hint, relaxing her arms and dropping her head down to the couch. She turns her head so half of her face is lying flat on the cushion while the other is turned to the side, watching him fuck her ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Eric’s legs are starting to tighten up so he scoots his feet further forwards, changing the angle and giving him even more leverage. Squatting over Jasmine now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.

Jasmine runs her arms backwards and grabs ahold of her asscheeks and spreads them wide, stretching her ass, opening her asshole up even further.

“Ohmygod,” she screams as Eric fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”

Jasmine’s body shakes and shimmies beneath him, her head moving back and forth, her hair flying everywhere. She lets out a wordless groan and then her body bucks a couple of times and then falls still, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Taking mercy on her, Eric slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Jasmine a moment to catch her breath.

“Holy shit,” she says, rolling over until she’s sitting normally on the couch next to him. Her breathing is still deep and ragged but almost under control. “That was fucking incredible.”

“What’s that? Orgasm number four for you?” he says, looking over at her with a little smirk.

“Five, actually,” she says.

He shakes his head. “That is so unfair.”

“Like I said before, that’s life.”

“Tell me about it,” Eric says, his voice filled with outrage that was only partially fake. “Five orgasms for you already and not a single one for me. And to top everything off, I’m the one paying.”

Jasmine’s smile grows wider. “Yeah, that sucks for you.”

“Hell, you should be paying me.”

She laughs and shakes her head dismissively.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Jasmine says, sliding towards him. “You’re right, that’s all. You should be getting paid for your talents.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Not by me, of course,” she says.

“What? Why not?”

Jasmine grabs ahold of Eric’s still rock-hard cock and starts jerking him off. “Because,” she says, “Why you should I pay you to fuck me when you pay me to fuck me?”

“Because you get five orgasms to my one,” Eric says.

“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Jasmine says, leaning over and licking the tip of his cock. “If I wanted to, I could make you cum within minutes, and then what would we do for the rest of the hour? Talk?”

“You couldn’t make me cum within minutes,” he says.

Jasmine looks at him like she can’t believe he just said that. “Please,” she says. “I can make you cum whenever I want to. It’s only because I want you to feel like you get your money’s worth that I wait until the end of the hour.”

“Bullshit,” Eric says.

“Fine,” she says. “Want to bet on it?”

“Sure. How much?”

“If you win, I’ll give you a freebie next time.”

“And if you win?” Eric asks.

“You pay me double for tonight.”

“How long do I have to hold out?” he asks.

“Five minutes,” she replies.

“Two,” he counters.

“Three,” Jasmine says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”

“Done,” Eric says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.

“But you can’t pull away,” Jasmine adds. “You have to let me do whatever I want to you. Any funny business and you forfeit.”

“Fair enough,” he says, cycling through the menu on his phone until he comes to the stopwatch app.

“Shall we shake on it?” Jasmine says.


They shake hands.

“When do we start?” Eric says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.

“Now ,” Jasmine replies, dropping down to the floor, and spreading his legs wide before he has a chance to start the clock.

He presses the button and drops the phone on the couch by his side just as she swallows his cock whole, deepthroating him with ease.

Jasmine holds his cock in her throat for full ten seconds, maintaining eye contact the whole time, before letting it slowly slip out, inch by inch. Once it’s free she starts attacking it immediately, moving her mouth rapidly up and down on it while her hand works his shaft right below her lips and her other hand works his balls, squeezing and caressing them. His cock is slippery as hell from all the saliva she’s generating, allowing her hand to work his shaft feverishly while still maintaining an insane level of pressure.

Watching Jasmine work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Eric pulls his eyes away and looks around the room, trying to distract himself. But nothing’s working. What she’s doing simply feels too good.

Eric glances down at his phone and sees that only 20 seconds have passed. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He has absolutely no chance of lasting 3 minutes without blowing his load. He’ll be lucky if he makes it to the 1 minute mark.

Fuck it, he thinks to himself. No reason to fight it. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride.

He turns his attention back to Jasmine just as she pulls her lips off his cock and takes his balls in her mouth, sucking and slurping them intensely while still working his cock with her free hand.

She takes both balls in her mouth at the same time and pulls down on his sack, pushing the envelope between pleasure and pain but bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Eric tries to not make any noise, hoping to fool her into thinking he’s still far away from cumming but he can’t help himself. A brief gasp escapes his throat and she looks up at the sound.

Catching his eye, Jasmine gives him a knowing little wink, then goes back to work, pushing on the back of his legs, lifting them up, rolling him back in the couch, giving her a better angle to work with.

And—he quickly learns—giving her easier access to his asshole.

With his underside more exposed, Jasmine goes to work on his taint, licking and rubbing it with one hand while she works his cock more slowly with her other one.

She quickly makes her way down to his asshole proper, exploring the outside of it for a few seconds before licking it, then sucking it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it and bouncing her face against his ass, forcing her tongue deeper and deeper and deeper inside his asshole while continuing to jerk him off.

Eric’s been desperately holding on for the last 15 seconds and riding the edge of orgasm for the last 5 but he simply can’t hold out any longer.

“Fuckingshitgodammitmotherfucker,” he says in a breathless rush as his body tenses up like it never has before.

Smiling like a demon, Jasmine lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Eric’s body bucks beneath him. She pulls back slightly on his cock as he cums, pointing it at her face as the white ribbons of sperm shoot out of his cock with a force unlike ever before, spraying her face and hair and over her head and flying into her open mouth.

Eric bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Jasmine’s smiling face.

“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.

“Tell me about it,” Eric says.

Once he’s finally done she licks his cock clean before finally releasing it.

“Did you even make it halfway?” she asks.

He looks at his phone. It has just passed the 2 minute mark. He presses the button, stopping the clock.

“It was probably close,” he says. “But I doubt it.”

“I tried to tell you.”

“You sure did,” Eric says. “I should have listened.”

He walks over to the other side of the room, grabs his wallet out of the desk, and pulls 5 one-hundred dollar bills from it.

“Here you go,” he says, handing her the money. “Another five hundred in cash on top of the five that went on my card.”

Jasmine drops the money in her purse and heads towards the bathroom to get cleaned up. “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” she says.

“I wish I could say the same,” he says under his breath as she closes the bathroom door behind her.

But he doesn’t mean it. The way he figures it, even at a grand an hour Jasmine is well worth the money. Hell, he’d pay more for her if he had to.

Hopefully I never have to, he thinks to himself.

He flops down on the couch and takes a deep, exhausted breath, already looking forward to their next session.






I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

“Not bad,” I replied.

“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

“Sure,” I said.

She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

“Hey Vicki,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Vicki. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

“Hey Frank,” Vicki replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

“Just put it on my tab,” Vicki said to Frank.

“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Vicki and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

“No problem,” Vicki replied.

“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

“Was I correct in my assumption?” Vicki asked once she’d set her drink down.

“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

“But I have to warn you,” Vicki said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

 I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

“Nope,” Vicki said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Vicki said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

I laughed softly.

“You think differently?” Vicki asked.

“Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

“Is that right?”

I nodded.

“Fair enough,” Vicki said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

“It’s that intense, huh?”

Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.

I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

“So you’re game?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

The look Vicki shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

“If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

“Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.

“So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

“Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

“Same here,” I said.

“Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Vicki said.

“It does indeed.”

Vicki pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”




Five minutes later we arrived at Vicki’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

Vicki closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

“Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.

It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Vicki would have that issue.

“It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.

“It always is,” I replied.


“Pretty much.”

“Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Vicki said. “And it’s just the right size too.”

“It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.

She scoffed. “Please.”

“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.

“With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.

“You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Vicki said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I said.

“So you say now,” Vicki said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”

She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Vicki kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach

“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.

Vicki pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.

“That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.

“That was nothing,” Vicki said. “Just a little taste to get you started. Something for you to think about, for you to long for while I have my way with you.”

She stood up and grabbed ahold of my cock and used it to lead me over the couch in the living room. Once there, she turned me around so my back was facing the couch and gave me a little push in the chest, sitting me down.

“Now you just sit there and wait,” Vicki said. “While I go slip into something more interesting. And then we’ll get started in earnest.”




Vicki came out a couple minutes later wearing nothing but a garter belt, black fishnet stockings and a pair of clear fuck-me pumps. No panties and nothing on above her waist. The outfit made her incredible legs look even longer than before and was sex as hell. Her arms were crossed at her chest, covering up her tits, save for the bottom half, which were poking out.

“What do you think?” Vicki asked.

“I think you’re fucking perfect,” I replied.

“Good answer,” she said, walking towards me until she was standing between my spread legs, her knees touching the couch, staring straight down at me.

She uncrossed her arms, revealing her huge, perfect tits in all their glory, complete with nipples like pencil erasers. She let me admire them from afar for a few moments, then climbed onto the couch, straddling me.

Leaning forward she shook her tits from side to side, bouncing them off the edges of my face. Then she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head now between her massive breasts, she squeezed her tits together, smashing my face between them, smothering me against her flesh.

After a few long seconds, Vicki released gave me room to breathe. I pulled back, gasping for air. But before I could fully recover, she leaned forward and stuck her rock-hard nipple into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, looking up at her face the entire time.

“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck on that fucking nipple. There you go.”

I popped her nipple out of my mouth and switched the other one. A few seconds later she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, pulling it from that nipple. Then she stuck her tongue in my mouth and ran her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She released her mouth from mine and slid down my body until she was on the floor with her head between my legs.

Vicki was looking up at me with a nasty smile on her face as she played with my rock-hard cock, squeezing it gently between her fingers.

“Have you ever been titty-fucked before?” she said, looking up at me.

“A few times,” I replied. “But never by tits like yours.”

“Well you’re in for a treat,” she said. “Because I’m the best there is.”

“I don’t doubt that.”

Smiling, Vicki reached across her body and picked up a bottle of baby oil from the coffee table next to the couch. She popped the top of the bottle and squirted it’s contents all over her chest.

“Let’s get it nice and slippery,” she said, rubbing the oil into her skin, spreading it so it covered her tits front and back, inside and out.

Her tits were glistening in the light, the oil giving her flesh a bright sheen. I was literally licking my lips at the thought of having my cock in between them.

“There we go,” she said, looking up at me, her smile as nasty as ever, her hands bouncing her tits up and down. “Are you ready for these.”

I nodded. “But I have to admit, this isn’t exactly what I was expecting when you said you like to be in charge.”

“Oh yeah?” Vicki said, still smiling. “Why not?”

I shrugged. “I guess I thought I was going to be pleasuring you more than you pleasuring me.”

“Ahh, I see,” she said. “Well, don’t worry, we’ll get to that part eventually. But I’ve found that the better someone is feeling, the better they are at pleasing.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “Then feel free to do whatever you want to me.”  

“Don’t worry,” Vicki said. “I will.” And with that, she stuck my dick between her tits.

“Oh my god,” I said as she wrapped her tits around my cock, squeezed them together, and started to bounce.

“You like that?” she asked.

I nodded.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“I love it,” I said.

“What do you love?” Vicki asked. “Tell me exactly what you love.”

“I love fucking your giant titties,” I said as she continued to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke.

Vicki squeezed harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she squeezed and bounced atop me, the copious amounts of lube she’s used allowing her to constrict my cock while still moving quickly against me, providing an insane amount of pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said as I rose towards orgasm. She was staring directly at me, closely monitoring my excitement level. She was wearing a knowing, calculated little smirk. It was obvious she was setting me up for something, the only question was what that something was.   

I was quickly approaching the point of no return, in fact was just moments away from blowing my load when Vicki abruptly released my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close I was to cumming.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said. “Now that you’re all wound up, it’s time for you to take care of me.”

I laughed under my breath and shook my head. So that was her strategy. I had to admit, it was a good one. As excited as I was right now, I was willing to do pretty much anything she wanted.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” I asked. I already knew the answer was going to be no, but I wanted to hear how Vicki said it to me. I wanted to get an idea of what was to come without specifically asking.

Vicki laughed. “Fuck me? Not a chance. Maybe, if you’re a good boy and do everything I tell you to without hesitation, then maybe I’ll give you the pleasure of sticking your cock inside me. But even then, I’m going to be the one doing the fucking, not you. Not lie your ass down on the floor. It’s time to see how good you are eating pussy.”

More excited than ever by her response, I did as I was told without hesitation.

Before I could ask Vicki what else she wanted from me, she put one foot on either side of my head. Standing over me with her legs spread, I stared up at her pussy and ass, preparing myself for what was to come.

“Do you like what you see?” Vicki asked, looking down at me with an evil smile.

I nodded.

“That’s good,” Vicki said. “Because you’re about to get a lot closer look.” She dropped to the floor, her knees bent and her legs folded under her body, and sat directly onto my face, engulfing my mouth and nose, smothering me.

Shortly after she sat on my face I tried to get some breath into my lungs, but it was difficult to find any air. The entire world consisted of Vicki’s sweet, tangy smell and taste, which was flooding my lungs, filling me up completely.

Vicki smothered me for a good fifteen seconds before finally lifting herself off my face. I gasped for breath, my eyes watering, my chest heaving and my face red. But my smile was threatening to split my face in two.

“I take it you liked that?” Vicki said.

“I fucking loved it,” I replied.

“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I did too. Are you ready for some more?”

“Hell yes,” I said. “Bring it on.”

“Oh don’t worry about that,” Vicki said, looking down at me. “I certainly will.” Smiling widely, she dropped her ass onto my face once again.

This time she smothered me for what felt like an hour, until my lungs were burning. Nearly in a panic, I brought my hands up with the intention of putting them under her leg to push her off me but she grabbed my wrists and pushed them down to the floor and held them there.

“Just relax,” Vicki said. “You have enough air to breathe.”

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