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SLINKY & EROTIC

8 SEX STORIES

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.

 

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

ONE HOT SLUT

BACK DOOR SLUT

ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SLUT

THE DIRTY LITTLE SLUT TAKES CHARGE

NO MEN NECESSARY

PERVERTED REQUESTS

AN EXTREMELY FILTHY THREESOME

TOP SHELF COUGAR

AUTHOR’S NOTE


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ONE HOT SLUT


 

By this point, if you’ve read any of my other confessions, you know why I love escorts so much. But for those of you who don’t know, it comes down to this basic fact: You get exactly what you want whenever you want it with no hassle at all. Not to mention a wide variety of hot chicks at your disposal with just a simple phone call. What could be better than that? Nothing. At least I didn’t think so. But now I’m not so sure.  Things have changed in my world. Maybe it’s just temporary, or maybe it’s permanent. I don’t know yet. But what I do know is this: I had an experience that altered my perceptions.

It was a night with an escort, just like so many of the others, but this one turned out different. It was a function of the woman herself, a gorgeous, tactful, exotic, considerate,  grounded beauty unlike any other I’d ever been with. Now, don’t get me wrong, she was still a nasty-as-hell, fully functional, perverted sex machine, but she was classy. She was proof that there are women out there who can give me what I need sexually as well as fulfill me in other ways. (Of course, now the trick is finding one, but we’ll worry about that later.)

So here, for your appreciation, is my final night with an escort. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did. But I doubt it.

 

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There’s a knock on my door. I take a deep breath and walk over to it and open it up, eschewing the peephole. I want to be surprised. And I am. In a good way.

The woman at the door is far more beautiful than I could have ever hoped for, standing just a few inches shorter than me with a slim, athletic body beneath her tight raincoat. Her long black hair is pulled back, showing off the perfect lines of her face. Narrow chin, high cheeks, big brown eyes, small nose, and thick, dick-sucking lips lined with dark maroon lipstick. Her skin is incredibly tan, golden brown, hinting at some exotic family background.

She holds out her hand, palm down. I take it and kiss the top of it, then lead her into the room.

I close the door behind us and by the time I turn around she’s already undone her raincoat and dropped it to the floor.

She’s wearing a tight, lacy black lingerie top that ends just below her perfectly proportioned, large but not too-large tits. She’s got a black bikini bottom and black lace stockings on her incredibly toned, muscular legs. She spins in place, showing off a tight, absolutely ridiculous ass and revealing little bows on the back of her stockings. She undoes a clip in her hair, letting it fall down her back, almost all the way to her waist.

Still facing away from me, showing off her ass, she turns her upper body and looks back at me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks, her voice laced with the remains of an unfamiliar accent that confirms her exotic origins. Her smile is wide and appears genuine.

“Very much,” I say, stumbling even to get a simple sentence out. She’s so ridiculously gorgeous it’s throwing me off.

I’m used to getting a certain kind of woman, namely one with a specific flaw. Cute with only a so-so body, or an insane body with a decent face, or perfect except for jacked up teeth, something like that. But not this girl. She is just flat-out gorgeous, like a movie star, only with a slightly slutty edge. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect attitude, and just waiting to get fucked by me. It’s almost too much to handle.

“I like what I see too,” she says, stepping towards me. She grabs ahold of my arm, squeezes my bicep. “You have very big muscles,” she says. “Let’s see about the most important one.”

My heart is pounding as she runs her hand down my chest, over my shirt and jeans, coming to stop right at my crotch. She runs her hand over my jeans and starts rubbing the outside of my already rock-hard cock.

“So far, so good,” she says. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

“Not at all,” I say, trying (and failing) to control my breathing.

She unzips my fly and reaches in and pulls my cock out. “Oh my,” she says under her breath, her smile growing even wider. With her hand still wrapped around my shaft she says, “You have a very beautiful cock.”

Despite having done this sort of thing many times, I can’t help but blush. For some reason getting a compliment from her (even though it’s one I paid for) excites and embarrasses me.

“Thanks,” I say sheepishly.

She laughs. “What’s the matter? Is this your first time with someone like me?”

“Not even close,” I say.

“Then what is it? Are you just shy?”

“Not normally,” I say, laughing nervously under my breath. “But right now? Yeah. A little.”

“That’s okay,” she says. “You just relax and let me do the work. And when you’re feeling up to it, you can take over.”

“Sounds good to me,” I say, barely able to get the words out, highly doubting that I’ll ever feel up to taking control. Not over her.

With her hand still wrapped around my cock, she leads me over to the couch. Then she spins me around and gives me a little push, dropping me onto the cushions.

She reaches down and undoes my belt then pulls my jeans off. She drops down onto the floor, spreads my legs, and crawls in closer to me until her head is right in front of my stiff cock.

A thin sound escapes from my throat as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. She sucks on the head for a few seconds before pulling her mouth off with a pop. Then she starts working my cock over, never staying in one spot for more than a couple seconds, running her tongue down the length of the shaft, caressing my balls, sucking on them for a short time, then licking the tip, all while looking up at me, her big brown eyes locked onto mine.

“You want me to suck it?” she says.

I nod, unable to trust my mouth to form even the simplest of words.

She smiles again then takes my cock in her mouth and starts moving her lips up and down the shaft, hands-free, making it disappear with ease, her eyes still looking up at mine. Her hair is thrown back, allowing me a perfect view of her beautiful face as she sucks my cock.

And she sucks it like a pro, constantly varying the pace and the pressure and the depth to keep things fresh and keep the sensation heightened.

She takes my cock all the way down her throat and holds it for a few seconds, then pulls off, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She takes a couple of deep breaths, still smiling up at me, her hand now jerking me off, moving quickly along my slippery shaft.

After catching her breath she slips my cock back into her mouth and moves it in conjunction with her hand, sucking and jerking me off at the same time, her mouth making slurping and gurgling sounds as she goes to town on my cock. Her free hand runs down my thigh then comes underneath my balls and curls around my sack, caressing and jiggling my balls while she continues to suck my cock.

She pulls her mouth off my cock and slips her head further down beneath my legs. Her eyes still locked on mine, she takes my balls in her mouth, suckling and gurgling them, first one at a time, then both together, her hand continuing to jerk me off the whole time.

It feels so good I can hardly contain myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to regain control. I’m a visual person and I’m hoping that by not watching her suck my cock it’ll keep me from getting too excited. It actually works, at least for a short time. But then her tongue bypasses my balls and ventures even lower.

I shudder and mutter a low obscenity the moment her tongue makes contact with my asshole.

“I take it you like that?” she asks, looking up at me from behind my balls, a little smile plastered on her face.

“I fucking love it,” I say.

“Do you want me to do it some more?”

“Yes please.”

She laughs and then goes back to work on my asshole, licking it like a kitten lapping up milk, moving slowly from back to front while she continues jerking me off with her free hand.

She suddenly shoves my legs even further back, pushing my knees towards my chest, giving her easier access to my asshole. She gathers up some saliva and spits on my asshole, then starts attacking it more aggressively with her tongue, putting more pressure on my sphincter, then sliding the rigid tip of it inside of me.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my fists curled up into balls in an attempt to counteract my excitement. I’m breathing hard by now, barely able to keep myself under control as she continues tonguing my asshole with reckless abandon. I’m perilously close to cumming but it just feels so damn good that I don’t want to tell her to stop.

I turn my gaze to the ceiling and try to count the little holes to distract myself just enough to stay on the edge without going over it. But my attention is thrust downward with the onset of a new sensation.

She has gone back to sucking my cock but there’s still pressure in my asshole. I realize with a start that she’s slipped one of her fingers in there and is sliding it in and out of my asshole while she blows me.

It feels incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The pressure and the mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure in my rectum combined with the pure bliss of her mouth moving up and down on my cock is quickly pushing me over the edge. It’s all I can do to keep from exploding right there, all over her face and into her mouth.

With a deep sense of reluctance I crawl away from her, back into the couch, forcing her finger out of my asshole and her mouth off my cock.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, a look of confusion on her face. “You don’t like that?”

“Actually I like it too much,” I say. “Any more of it and I’m going to be finished way too soon.”

“Ahhh, I understand,” she says, smiling. “You need a little break, right? A chance to gather yourself?”

I nod.

“Okay, you just sit back and relax. I’ll give you a little show.”

So I do, leaning back on the couch as she drops onto the floor, her back to the carpet.

She slips her panties off and spreads her legs wide so her wet, shaved pussy is staring me right in the face, then slides her hand down her stomach, stopping at the top of her pussy.

With two fingers she starts rubbing her clit, moving slowly in a circular motion, staring directly at me the entire time. With her free hand she’s fondling her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple.

Her fingers start moving faster against her clit and her breath is coming harder and harder now. She bites down on her bottom lip and makes soft but intense groaning sounds under her breath. She slips her fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself, her juices making a sloshing, sucking sound as her fingers fly in and out of her pussy.

My dick is still standing straight up and it’s all I can do to keep my hands off it. I desperately want to jerk off as she plays with herself but I’m trying to exhibit a little self-control. But soon I realize it’s pointless.

She slips a third finger inside her pussy and I just can’t hold out any longer. My hand goes down to my cock and I start stroking it, slowly and gently, not wanting to increase my excitement too much further. After all, this is supposed to be when I’m cooling down a bit in preparation for what’s to come next. But she’s just so hot and sexy and obviously into what she’s doing that I can’t help myself.

  By now, she’s working herself with both hands, one with four fingers inside her pussy, slamming in and out, while the other rubs at her clit. It’s obvious from her face that she’s close to cumming but she still makes relatively little noise.

She increases the intensity until it’s about to boil over, then suddenly tenses up, her eyes wide, her neck straining as she reaches orgasm. She lets out a little gasp and her body shakes and shimmies a couple of times before falling still.

Smiling, she pulls her fingers from her pussy and brings them up to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck them dry of her pussy juices.

“Did you like the show?” she says once her fingers are clean. Her eyes are locked on mine, her smile as genuine as ever.

“Very much,” I say.

“Are you ready for me to sit on your cock now?”

Matching her smile, I nod.

She stands up from the floor and saunters over towards me. She climbs atop me, one leg on each side of my body, and lowers her pussy onto my stiff cock. It slides in easily, having been expertly warmed up already.

I utter a soft groan as she takes my cock all the way inside her, engulfing it, her pussy warm and wet and inviting.

She works her pussy muscles, expanding and contracting them, altering the pressure on my cock without moving up and down against it.

“Holy fuck,” I say softly, doing everything in my power to keep from cumming immediately. I’m holding my breath, afraid to let it out for fear that it’ll be all the excuse my body need to release.

Smiling, obviously enjoying the control she has over me, she leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat.

This does nothing to relieve the pressure; if anything, it ramps things up even further. For some reason I’ve always been turned on just as much if not more from kissing as from fucking, and when both are happening simultaneously it’s all but unbearable. Making out while fucking a girl is often the final thing that puts me over the edge. And that’s almost the case here. But her lips feel so good I don’t want to pull off. So I just tighten my reins a little tighter and try to hold on.

Luckily she breaks off the kiss right before it’s going to be a problem for me. Then she leans her body back and starts bouncing on my cock, slowly at first, working the entire thing from tip to shaft inside her pussy. Taking it right to the edge of popping out before slamming it back down.

Paradoxically, this relieves some of the pressure I’m feeling. I’ve always had an easier time not cumming when the fucking is fast and aggressive as opposed to slow and intimate. I’m not sure why but it holds true here too.

She slams her body into me harder and harder, riding my cock like crazy, her tits bouncing in my face, her hands pressing down on my chest while she stares directly at me. It’s perfect; I’m thoroughly excited but in no immediate danger of spilling over.

With my cock still planted deep in her pussy, she spins around so she’s riding me reverse cowgirl, her body turned slightly sideways towards me, one foot flat up on the couch, outside of my leg, and the other on the ground, inside of mine.

She’s riding me faster and faster, the new position allowing her to slam her body down onto mine with more force than ever before. But still I want more.

Her body is turned towards me just enough that her right tit is bouncing directly in front of my face, tempting me, taunting me. I crane my neck forward and start sucking on her rock-hard nipple while she rides my cock.

She moans and starts riding me even more aggressively, her body now slamming down on top of mine hard enough to make me flinch. But I like the pain so I bite down on her nipple so she’ll ride me even harder.

She obliges, uttering something in her native language under her breath and shaking her head from side-to-side and slamming down onto me with everything she has, our bodies coming together with an audible smack at the bottom of every thrust.

Despite the intensity that we’re going at it, she remains mostly quiet, which is fine by me. And actually it’s a bit of a relief considering how most of the escorts I’ve been with scream as loud as possible, perhaps thinking that’s what men want to hear. Which is correct, most of the time. But not always. Sometimes quiet intensity is preferable, especially when the girl is gorgeous and talented, like this one obviously is. She doesn’t need to scream to prove she’s having a good time. Her actions do it for her. And more effectively, I might add.

In fact, she’s so effective that I’m having trouble loosening up and letting things go. I feel like I’m back in high school and it’s one of my first times; I’m still slightly embarrassed by her beauty and even feeling a bit unworthy, even though I’ve paid her for her time. She’s so gorgeous it’s really kind of intimidating. I feel like a kid again, making it almost impossible for me take control.

She does her best to counteract this by taking the lead, but this just makes things even more pronounced, making me feel even more out of my league. It’s far easier to pummel a girl into submission when you see them as lesser than you, a view which most escorts are all too ready to enforce by their looks and outfits and attitudes. But a woman like this, so beautiful and sophisticated and sure of herself makes it almost impossible for me to get comfortable. I want to take control and fuck her like I fuck all the other escorts, but there’s something deep down inside me that isn’t allowing me to do so.

Luckily for me she seems to be used to having this kind of effect on men, so she has no trouble continuing to take the lead.

She climbs up and off my cock, spins around, and positions herself on her hands and knees on the couch. Her perfect ass is sticking up, just waiting for me to take her from behind.

I clamber to my feet and position myself with one leg on the couch and one on the floor, giving me the perfect leverage to take advantage of her.

I slip my cock into her, taking her doggy-style. I move slowly against her at first, wanting to savor the first few moments of penetration from this, my favorite angle, but it isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy. I just can’t help myself.

Our bodies slam together, my cock going balls deep inside her pussy, the outline of her spine showing against her tanned skin.

I adjust my position so my hands are just above her hips, pushing her mid-section down to bring her ass up, slightly altering the angle of penetration and allowing me deeper access.

Her ass is bouncing right in front of my face as I fuck her from behind, mesmerizing me with its jiggly movements, tempting me, taunting me with its perfection. I can’t let it go untouched. It’s just too inviting.

I slide my hands down and grab ahold of her asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing her tiny pink little asshole. It’s staring me right in the face, slightly open but not gaping, beckoning me, just begging to get played with. And based on her foray into my nether regions earlier in the evening, I’m guessing she’s up for some anal play, and possibly even a whole lot more. Time to find out for sure.

Normally when I hire an escort I just take what I want from her; that’s kind of the point. I know they are going to give it up willingly so there’s no apprehension on my part. But tonight I just can’t get over my (relative) shyness and take what I want. I have to make sure that she wants it too. So I take things slowly, gathering up some saliva before spitting on her asshole and start working it with my thumb. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure and her entire body starts to shimmy, her breath coming more quickly now. 

Based on her reaction to my playing with her asshole she seems to like it, so I take things a step further, rubbing the outside of her sphincter for a little bit, varying the pressure to keep her guessing, continuing to fuck her from behind all the while.

Then I venture a little deeper, pressing my thumb in the center of her asshole, not quite hard enough to penetrate it but right on the edge.

She starts bucking harder against me, her ass slamming into my hips. It’s as if she’s trying to force my thumb into her ass. She obviously wants it in there, so I oblige, sliding it in to the first knuckle and start working it around. She utters a deep, shuddering moan and her body shakes.

Taking her excitement as a good sign, I slip my thumb deeper into her asshole and continue fucking her, picking up speed, inspired by her increased gyrations. I pound her a few more times then pause to catch my breath, keeping my cock in her pussy and my thumb planted firmly in her ass.

She turns her upper body so she’s looking back at me. Her eyes lock onto mine. They are shining with intense pleasure.

“You like my ass, don’t you?” she says.

“I love it,” I reply.

“You want to stick your cock in there, don’t you?”

“Very much so,” I say.

“Then what are you waiting for?” she says.

It’s a good question. One I don’t have an answer for. So without saying another word, I pull back a little, slipping my cock from her pussy, then lift my hips just a little bit and stick my rock-hard cock into her gaping asshole. It slides in easily, with very little resistance.

I go to work fucking her asshole, moving slowly against her in long, rhythmic strokes, giving her my entire cock, from tip to base.

“That’s it, baby,” she says, her accent slightly more pronounced. “Fuck my tight little ass with that beautiful cock of yours.”

Her voice is like an aphrodisiac; just hearing it gets me more excited. Almost too excited, really, keeping me from turning the aggression up too much. Normally I go at it pretty rough but tonight things are different. This girl is so hot, so exotic, and so high-class that I’m having trouble totally laying into her. I’m fucking her gently, or at least as gently as possible considering my cock is in her ass right now. It just doesn’t seem right to be fucking her any other way.

Seeming to sense my reluctance, she starts taking more control, backing her ass into me with more and more force, until eventually she’s slamming back into me, her ass bouncing off my hips, my balls slapping up against her pussy as my cock goes balls deep into her asshole.

“You like that?” she says, turning her upper body so she’s looking back at me. “You like it when I work your cock with my ass?”

Unable to speak, I can only nod. She smiles and starts backing her ass into me even more aggressively. Then she tilts her head back, arching her spine and sending her silky black hair spilling over her back.

Is she trying to tell me something? Giving me an opportunity to take control without explicit saying so? I think she is. So I gather up a handful of her hair and take the lead, shifting my legs to give myself a little more leverage before I start hammering away at her asshole.

“That’s right,” she says, breathing more deeply now. “Pull my hair and fuck me like you mean it.”

Inspired by her talking, I start giving it to her harder, my hips slamming against her ass, causing it to ripple with every thrust. I wrap my hand tighter around her hair and give it a good tug, arching her back even further and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.

“There you go,” she says, her voice still low and seductive and intense. “Give it to me, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.”

And so I do, turning her body so I’m standing now, my cock still planted firmly in her ass. I reach down and push on her shoulders, forcing her face into the cushions of the couch. I hold it there, pressing down on the side of her head while I pummel her ass, my body slamming against hers, my cock disappearing all the way inside her.

She grabs ahold of her asscheeks with her hands and spreads them wide, stretching her asshole, allowing me deeper access. Seeing her this into it excites me further and I hammer away at her ass with everything I have, right at the edge now and not caring. Thousands of years of evolutionary instincts have taken over; I’m no longer concerned with prolonging the session, all I want to do is propagate my seed.

“Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum,” I say.

She immediately pulls off my cock and spins around and drops to the floor, her mouth right in front of my cock. She takes my cock in her hand and jerks me off while her mouth sucks me off, heedless of the fact that it was just in her ass.

She doesn’t have to work it for long before I’m at the point of no return. My legs tighten up and my body tenses for a moment, then releases.

She pulls my cock from her mouth but continues jerking me off as the cum rockets out of my cock, spraying all over face and tits and neck, covering her body with milky whiteness while she stares directly into my eyes.

She continues working my cock with her hand, squeezing out every last vestige of cum before finally letting go. She drops my cock and starts to laugh. Her face is a mess, completely covered with my sperm, like she’d dunked her face in a bowl of milk.

“Pretty damn impressive,” she says, still giggling.

“Thanks,” I say, as embarrassed as ever.

She climbs to her feet and heads towards the bathroom.

The session ends as all they all do, with her cleaning up real quick and then leaving without much fanfare. This is one of the things I love about escorts, the lack of any emotional awkwardness afterwards. It’s done, time to move on. But today it’s bothering me more than usual. It’s as though I want something more, something meaningful. I feel empty without it.

As she’s walking out the door I want to ask her what her name is, so I can ask for her again, but I’m already feeling like this was a turning point in my life, and I know if I ask her for her name I’ll be tempted to call her again. And I don’t want that. At least, I don’t think I do. So I resist. But as soon as she closes the door behind her I’m already regretting it. But that’s okay. It’s time for a new phase in my life. Hopefully I can actually follow through with it.

We’ll see.

 

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BACK DOOR SLUT

 

Brooke was a size queen. She liked cocks that were big enough to fill her up, ones that she could feel pressing against her vaginal walls, ones that poked their tips up against her insides while she was being fucked.

To be fair, she enjoyed cocks of all sizes. But she loved big cocks. The bigger the better. And she’d been with some men that had huge ones. Cocks that were 10, 11, 12 inches long. Cocks that were as wide as a Maglite. And some that were both.

But none of the cocks she’d ever come across were as big as Steven’s. It was monstrous.

As soon as Brooke saw Steven at the club she had a feeling that he had a big cock. She had a sixth sense about these things as was rarely wrong.

And when she glanced down at his bulge, she saw that her suspicions were confirmed. But it wasn’t until she “accidentally” brushed her hand against it that she realized just how big it was. Certainly within her range of enjoyment with the potential for even more.

From the moment she brushed her hand against Steven’s cock, Brooke just wanted to touch it, play with it, fondle it. Suck on it for a bit. Then stick it in her pussy. And quickly.

Whether it was in the bathroom or in the storage closet or in the back parking lot of the club, she didn’t care. She just needed it. Right now.

“Hey baby,” Brooke said, whispering into Steven’s ear. “I know this is crazy, being that we don’t even know each other, but I really want to get a closer look at your cock. What do you say?”

If Steven was surprised, he didn’t show it. Brooke guessed that, due to his looks, this sort of thing happened to him on a fairly regular basis.

Steven glanced over at Brooke and gave her a good look-over, then smiled and nodded his head. “That sounds like fun,” he replied.

This didn’t surprise Brooke any more than getting hit on had surprised Steven. With her cute face and stunning body, she rarely got turned down by men.

“Where to?” Brooke asked.

“Out the back door,” Steven said. “There’s a loading dock that’s pretty private.”

“Sounds perfect,” Brooke said. She took his hand and led him through the crowd, snaking her way through the people towards the back door.

Brooke was already wet from excitement. She knew they wouldn’t be able to get too freaky in a public place, especially one as uncomfortable as a loading dock, but that was perfectly fine with her. She didn’t think they’d be able to get too crazy anyway, not with the size of his cock. She hadn’t got a good look at it yet, but from what she could tell from feeling it behind his pants, it was huge. Potentially the biggest cock she’d ever been with, which was saying a lot.

Once they reached the back door, Brooke popped it open and pulled Steven outside. They were going at it before the door had even closed behind them.

Brooke slipped her tongue into his mouth and explored around while immediately running her hand down to his cock and rubbing it through his pants. It hardened beneath her touch, going from large to enormous within seconds. She decided she needed a closer look at it right away.

Dropping to her knees, Brooke undid Steven’s zipper, reached into his pants, and carefully negotiated his cock through the hole created by the open zipper. It wasn’t even fully stiff yet and it was already immense. At least twelve inches long and nearly as wide as a water bottle.

“Holy shit,” she said, laughing to herself.

“Not bad,  huh?” Steven said.

“It’s fucking incredible,” Brooke said, grinning up at him. “It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Just wait until it reaches its full potential,” Steven said, smiling down at her.

“Let’s help it get there,” Brooke said, opening her mouth and sticking the tip of his cock inside of it. She had to open as wide as she could just to get her lips around it.

“That’s a good girl,” Steven said. “Open wide, baby.”

Brooke pushed her head forward, swallowing as much of his cock as she could but couldn’t even get half of it inside her mouth. She was used to sucking on big cocks but Steven’s was just ridiculous. She only had a couple dildos bigger than it and they were mostly just used as props, not actual toys.

After bobbing on his cock for a good thirty seconds, Brooke pulled her head back to catch her breath. Tears were dripping down her cheeks from the effort, but she was thoroughly enjoying the challenge of Steven’s cock.

“You okay down there?” he asked.

“I’m fucking great,” she said, looking up at him from her knees.

“It’s quite a load, isn’t it?” Steven said.

“It sure is,” Brooke replied. “But I’m not done yet. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“I’m sure you do,” he said, laughing softly.

Brooke gathered up a bunch of saliva and spit on his cock, then worked it into his flesh, jerking him off with both her hands on his cock at the same time. She spit on it again and jerked him off with more speed as his cock hardened up further.

“That’s right, baby,” Steven said. “Work that fucking cock. Get it nice and hard.”

It was definitely coming along, but certainly not completely hard yet. So Brooke decided to up the ante a bit.

Pulling one hand off Steven’s cock, she reached into his pants and grabbed ahold of his balls. After fondling them for a bit while still jerking him off with her free hand, Brooke pulled them out of his pants too. They were just as proportionally large as his cock, a couple of low-hanging fruits that were just waiting to get sucked on.

Dropping her head down further, Brooke scooted forward and took Steven’s balls in her mouth. Still jerking him off, she sucked on his testicles, one at a time at first, then both together while Steven moaned in pleasure. With his balls still in her mouth, Brooke looked up at him from behind his cock and could see how much he was enjoying himself, which turned her on even further.

With her free hand, Brooke went to work on her pussy, slipping her fingers under her skirt and beneath her panties and sliding them into her already wet snatch. She released his balls from her mouth and went back to work on his cock, jamming it as far into her mouth as she could while she played with herself.

Her excitement allowed her to push further, forcing more of Steven’s cock into her mouth. She had nearly swallowed three-quarters of it when she finally pulled away, gasping and heaving, saliva pouring out of her mouth and three fingers planted deep in her pussy.

“Not bad,” Steven said. “Not bad at all.”

“Thanks, baby,” Brooke said, her hand still grasping his shaft tightly as she climbed to her feet. “But now I want to know how your huge fucking cock feels inside of me.”

“Yeah?” Steven asked. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He sounded serious but the smile on his face betrayed his true intentions, which were to tease more than challenge her.

She glared at him. “I live for cocks like yours. Show me what you can do with it.”

“If you insist,” Steven said. He spun her around so her ass was to him and pushed her up against the wall of the building. Using her hands to brace herself, Brooke slid her feet apart and stuck her ass out towards him.

Casting a glance back towards Steven, Brooke lifted up her skirt, revealing her tight, toned ass that was hidden only by her black g-string. She grabbed ahold of her panties and yanked them to the side, freeing up her wet pussy for Steven’s cock.

And he took advantage, sidling up to her and grabbing ahold of his cock and slipping it into her pussy without any pretense.

Brooke let out a low, deep groan, part pleasure and part pain as Steven forced his humungous cock into her pussy. She was used to having big cocks in there but he was in a different world completely, and even though she knew from brief experience how large his cock truly was, it still was a surprise at how much it stretched her pussy out when it was inside of her.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Brooke said, saying all the words in a single, breathless burst.

“Are you okay?” Steven asked, concerned at her tone. He paused with his cock halfway inside of her.

“I’m great,” Brooke said. “Don’t worry about me. I’m having a wonderful time.”

“Are you sure?” Steven asked.

“Positive,” she said, still barely able to talk. “Keep going. I can take it, even if I sound like I can’t.”

“If you insist,” Steven said, pushing his hips forward some more, forcing more of his cock into Brooke’s pussy.

“There you go,” she said, careful not to concern him with her tone. She wanted to feel his whole cock inside her. The pain was just as important part of the experience as the pleasure, and she didn’t want him to worry that she couldn’t take it. “That’s what I’m talking about.”

Steven got almost his entire cock inside her before he started working his hips back and forth, moving gently against her at first, giving her a chance to get used to his size.

And she was getting used to it, little by little. Brooke’s pussy was stretching out to accommodate him, and even though she knew she wouldn’t get totally comfortable with his cock inside her, she was fine with that. It was all part of the experience.

“Harder,” Brooke said after half a minute of Steven moving slowly against her. “Fuck me harder. Like you mean it. Don’t be afraid. You won’t hurt me.”

Steven shook his head in amazement and laughed under his breath but did as she asked, pumping his hips faster and faster, fucking her more aggressively with every thrust.

“That’s right, that’s right,” Brooke said. “Just like that, just like that!”

Steven was grunting now as his body slammed up against Brooke’s ass. His hands were on her hips and he was pulling her towards him every time he came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her with every single pump.

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit!” Brooke said as Steven continued to pound her from behind. His cock felt incredible inside of her pussy, just the right amount of pain to go along with the pleasure she was experiencing.

It felt so good that it wasn’t long before she was right on the edge of an intense orgasm. She thrust one hand between her legs and started rubbing away at her clit to help bring it along.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brooke cried as Steven worked her insides with his enormous cock while she worked her clit with her fingers. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

And cum she did, her body stiffening for a moment before releasing in a rush, her legs nearly buckling as Steven continued hammering away at her pussy, only slowing down once her orgasm had passed.

“I want to taste your fucking cock,” Brooke said, looking back at him.

“What was that?”

“I want to lick my pussy juices off your cock,” she said.

“Beg for it,” Steven said, flashing her a little grin.

“Please,” Brooke said, changing the tone of her voice per his request. “Please let me taste my pussy juices off of your hard, enormous cock.”

Laughing softly, Steven shook his head in amazement. “How can I deny a request like that?” he asked.

He took two steps back, slipping his cock out of Brooke’s pussy. She turned around and dropped to her knees and opened her mouth wide and slid his cock inside of it.

Brooke went to town on it, sucking her juices off Steven’s cock with reckless abandon, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could and holding it there, halfway down her throat, for a full ten seconds before pulling off.

“Holy fucking shit,” Steven said, smiling down at her. “That was awesome.”

Brooke winked at him then starting licking his cock with her tongue, running it up and down his shaft, completely cleaning his cock of her pussy juices while she maintained eye contact the entire time.

“That feels fucking incredible,” Steven said as she finished cleaning his cock.

“That’s the idea,” Brooke said, flicking her tongue up against the tip of his cock a couple of times. “How about we finish this up and go back inside for a bit,” she said.

“Already?” Steven said. “I’m having too much fun to end now.”

“Not for good,” she said, still jerking him off while she talked. “Just a capper on the appetizer. Then we’ll head back inside and hang out for a while before going back to my place to get real freaky later tonight.”

“That sounds like a great plan,” he said.

“I think so too,” Brooke said. She grabbed ahold of his ballsack and gave it a squeeze and ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a little shiver of intense pleasure from Steven. “And when you cum, make sure you cum in my mouth,” she added. “That way I won’t have to get cleaned up before going back inside.”

Steven laughed. “If you insist,” he said.

“I do,” Brooke said, smiling up at him. “I do.”

And with that, she went back to work on his cock, sliding it into her mouth and sucking on it with more aggression than she had at any other time all night while simultaneously working his balls more intensely than ever before.

“Goddamn that feels so fucking good,” Steven said.

“That’s the idea,” Brooke said, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment before diving right back in.

She went back to work on his cock and balls, bobbing her head as quickly as possible, wet, gagging sounds coming from her mouth and saliva dripping down her chin. Her hand was cupping Steven’s balls and pulling down on them, heightening the pleasure for him and bringing him ever closer to orgasm.

Brooke could feel Steven tensing up, bringing him right to the edge of cumming, so she upped the ante even further, forcing her head forward until she was all but deepthroating him.

She held his cock there, deep in her throat, unable to breathe but loving every second of it. His member completely filled her mouth, the tip pushing against the back of her throat. Brooke could tell he was about to cum but she didn’t have much more time before she needed to breathe. She wanted to finish him off first, so she squeezed his balls even tighter and pressed her head forward even further, until her nose was pressing up against his stomach. That last little bit did the trick.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Steven said under his breath. “Here I cum, baby, here I fucking cum.”

Brooke yanked her head off his cock and quickly caught her breath while continuing to jerk him off and play with his balls.

A few seconds later, Steven’s body tensed up in preparation for orgasm. Brooke opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and began to milk him with her tongue and hands.

After working him for another ten seconds, a massive stream of white sperm shot from Steven’s cock and directly into Brooke’s mouth. It was a huge load, catching her off-guard, but she quickly recovered, which was a good thing because there were plenty more where that one came from. Five more, in fact, each nearly as big as the one before.

By the time Steven was done cumming, Brooke’s mouth was completely filled with his sperm, almost to the point of overflowing. With her mouth open, showing Steven how large a reservoir of cum he’d created, she gave him a wink, then tilted her chin up and swallowed his entire load down in one gulp.

“Holy fucking shit,” Steven said, smiling as he looked down at her. “Nobody’s ever been able to do that before.”

“Which part?” Brooke said. “Deepthroat you or swallow your whole load?”

“Either one,” he said. “Let alone both in one night.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d be able to either,” Brooke said, climbing to her feet and putting herself back together. “But now that I’ve done both, I can’t wait to see what else I can do.”

“Neither can I,” Steven said, stuffing his cock back into his pants and zipping them up. “Neither can I.”

He opened the door and held it for Brooke. After she re-entered the building, Steven did too, both of them anxious to say their goodbyes to their friends and head back to his place for round two.

 

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ONE HELL OF A FILTHY SLUT


 

Sometimes you just need to fuck the shit out of someone. Like after a particularly tough week at work. Or when you get dumped by your girlfriend. Or screwed over by your cable company. Or after one of the million other random, aggravating things that happen on a daily basis in this fucked up world of ours happens to you. Or maybe for no particular reason at all except that what’s you feel like.

No matter what your motivation is, the best way to protect yourself from unwanted trouble on those occasions is to pay someone money to take a pounding. Nothing gives you the freedom to do what you want like cold, hard cash.

Now, there are thousands upon thousands of places in our inter-connected world where you can find the type of woman you’re looking for. And many of those places you don’t even have to give them money to take what you’re giving. But, like most things in life, you get what you pay for. Which is why hiring a professional escort is by far the best option.

The beauty of this approach is that you always end up with exactly what you want, as long as you’re willing to pay up, of course.

Do you have a hankering for a 5-foot tall, 100 pound, 20-year old blonde spinner with a tiny ass and small tits? Or maybe a 6-foot, 170 pound Amazonian MILF with gigantic tits and a huge rear end? Or something else entirely? Either way, you’re in luck. Whatever style of woman you want is just a phone call away.

And not only that but whatever style of fucking you’re in the mood for is well within your grasp also. Do you feel like smacking around a cute, submissive little sweetheart? Or perhaps you’re in the mood to get dominated by a bad-ass chick with half of her head shaved and tattoos covering her body? Or maybe a nice romantic evening with a stunning model that includes dinner and drinks and a passionate night of lovemaking afterwards? No matter what, you can get exactly what you desire, as long as you’re willing to pay for it. That’s the beauty of the free market.

Thanks to escorts, I’ve done pretty much everything imaginable with all types of women over the years, and it has never gotten old. Variety is the spice of life, and with hundreds of thousands of combinations right at my fingertips, I never want for diversity.

But on this night, my mood is running a bit on the extreme side. Lately my frustrations have been plenty, and I’m in desperate need to take them out on someone. So I place a phone call to an old standby, a young woman I’ve been with a couple times before, and have never once had anything but a glorious night with. Her name is Bonnie, and she is the ultimate slut.

 

#

 

I rented a nice one-bedroom suite for the night, because everyone knows that hotel room sex is better than any other kind of sex, although to be honest, I’m not exactly sure why. Regardless, I was sitting on the couch, enjoying the fourth beer of a six-pack, when there was a knock on the door.

Smiling in excitement, I rose to answer it, not even bothering to check the peephole. I knew who it was. And as I opened the door, there stood Bonnie, in all her glory.

The funny thing about Bonnie was, if you saw her out in public, you’d have no clue how depraved she truly was. Let alone how much pure sluttiness she could exude when she wanted to.

As she stood at the door dressed in a loose sweatshirt, a pair of baggy jeans and sandals with just a hint of makeup on and her hair done in a simple ponytail, she appeared to be nothing more than a fairly normal, reasonably attractive woman in her early twenties. If you looked closely you might notice the incredibly tight body beneath the clothes or the bone structure of her face or the amazing depth of her green eyes, but unless you saw her done up and ready for action, you wouldn’t believe how incredibly slutty she could be.

But I did. And I couldn’t wait to see the transformation. So I held the door wide and let her in.

“So what’s on the table for tonight?” Bonnie asked after I’d closed and locked the door behind us.

“Oh, it’s gonna be a rough one,” I replied, still smiling.

“Well, duh, I knew that,” she said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. What I meant was, how rough?”

“That depends on how much you can handle,” I said.

Bonnie scoffed and gave me that look of disdain that I’d come to know and love. “Come on, Nick. You I can handle anything you can dish out.” There was no emotion in her voice, it was just a flat statement.

“Normally you can,” I said. “But tonight I’m going to take things further than I ever have before.”

“Good,” she said. “Then maybe you can actually get me to where I want to be for once.”

“I never have before?” I asked. Not that this was news to me. I knew Bonnie was far more depraved than I had the capacity for, but I wanted to hear how she’d reply.

“You’ve been close,” Bonnie said. “But so far I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t left me wanting for more.”

“Not even me?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said, offering me a pale smile that betrayed the fact that she was just humoring me. “I always leave satisfied after a night with you, but I certainly haven’t ever got the point where I wasn’t hoping that you’d take things further than you did.”

I shook my head and laughed under my breath. I’d done some pretty fucked-up things to her previously, and if those hadn’t even approached her limits, that was amazing. I knew she was edgy, but I didn’t realize how much she could actually take.

“Damn, girl,” I said. “You must have some serious issues inside that head of yours.”

She just smiled and shrugged. “What can I say? I’m one fucked up little slut. In more ways than one.”

“Damn right you are. And it’s a good thing too, otherwise I wouldn’t have anyone that I could take my aggressions out on.”

“I hear you there,” Bonnie said. “So how about if I go get cleaned up and a slip into something a little more interesting?”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I stared at her amazing ass working beneath her jeans as she walked away from me and into the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I went to the kitchen back to the couch and opened up another beer. I had done this sort of thing so many times that I didn’t have to have a buzz going to be comfortable, but it certainly didn’t hurt.

 

#

 

When Bonnie came out of the bathroom fifteen minutes later, she was completely transformed. Where before she was a relatively normal young woman, now she was the ultimate slut. Her hair was up in a simple but incredibly sexy fashion and her makeup was expertly done, from the black mascara surrounding her eyes to the bright red lipstick. Gone were the regular clothes, replaced by a revealing blouse that left very little to the imagination, a form-fitting skirt that barely covered her ass and showed off her long, shapely legs and a pair of 3-inch high, fuck-me heels.

But it was more than just her looks that had changed. Her entire demeanor, from the knowing smirk to the evil glint in her eyes to the way she held herself just screamed slut. It was breathtaking. My cock immediately started to rise.

“So what do you think?” Bonnie asked.

“Wow,” I replied. “Just wow.”

“It take it you’re happy?”

“As always,” I said. “You’re amazing.”

“Yes,” she said, shooting me a playful glance. “Yes I am.”

I laughed under my breath for a moment before gathering myself. Playtime was over. I was ready to get busy.

“I know that look,” Bonnie said.

“I’m sure you do,” I said, walking towards her until I was standing right in front of her, less than a foot away.

“Go right ahead,” Bonnie said. “Do your worst.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I plan to.” And with that, I grabbed a handful of her hair and gave it a sharp pull, bending her backwards so her face was looking up towards the ceiling.

Bonnie moaned in excitement. Her eyes twinkled with pleasure. It was obvious she truly got off on being treated like this. It was no act.

“You like that, don’t you?” I said.

“I fucking love it,” she replied.

I pulled her blouse off, exposing her round, perky tits. I fondled one of them and pinched her nipple and she let out a sharp gasp. Then I gave it a hearty slap.

Bonnie yelped and shivered in ecstasy.

She obviously enjoyed it, so did it again, harder this time.

Bonnie let out a louder moan and her breath rate increased. Her tit was bright red but she was still enjoying herself as much as ever. So I smacked her tit again. And again. And again. Then I moved over to the other tit and gave it the same treatment.

By now my cock was pushing painfully against my pants. I was getting just as much out of this as Bonnie was. But it was time to change things up.

Still gripping Bonnie’s hair in my hand, I pulled up on it and her head snapped forward. She was taking deep breaths and a thin layers of sweat had broken out on her face but she was still smiling and her eyes were practically glowing with pleasure.

“How are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked.

“You’re off to a good start,” Bonnie replied, as feisty as ever. “But we’ll see where you go from here.”

“Indeed we will,” I said.

I started walking, roughly dragging Bonnie along by the hair. She stumbled along behind me until we arrived at the far wall, then I spun her around and pushed her back up against it. She was standing directly in front of me when I released her hair and immediately grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, not very tightly at all.

Bonnie’s smile didn’t fade one bit. If anything it grew in size. Time to try and wipe it off her face.

With my hand still around her throat, I slapped her in the cheek with an open palm. The sound echoed off the walls and filled the room.

Little red blossoms flared up on Bonnie’s cheek. But she still smiled.

So I slapped her again. I squeezed her throat a little harder, then slapped her one more time.

The color started to drain from Bonnie’s face as the air and blood flow became more and more restricted. Her smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating pleasure.

“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked.

Bonnie nodded her head vigorously.

Grinning, I slapped her again. Then again. And a couple more times after that. I was squeezing tighter now, almost totally cutting of the air flow to her brain.

Her lips were quivering slightly and her eyes started to flutter. A few seconds later her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes and her lips began to take on a slightly blue tint.

But it wasn’t until her head lolled slightly to the right that I let go of her throat.

The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.

“That was incredible,” she said.

“You’re one nasty little fuckslut, aren’t you?” I said, shaking my head in wonderment.


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