by Evan Harder
“As you wish,” Damon says.
He slips his fingers out of her ass and pulls his tongue out of her pussy and stands up. While Laura continues holding her legs back, he slides his rock-hard cock into her soaking wet pussy.
Laura’s breath catches in her throat as Damon enters her and starts pounding away. She looks up at Damon with eyes radiating need, so he turns up the intensity, giving her his entire cock in fast, brutal thrusts.
Leaning forward just a bit, he slides the fingers that were in her pussy into her mouth. Once she’s sucked them dry, he trades hands, giving her the fingers that were in her ass. These he pushes deep into her mouth, causing her to gag and cough.
Damon pulls his fingers out of Laura’s mouth and lightly smacks her cheek a couple times before sticking them back in. He hooks them behind her bottom teeth and pulls down, opening her mouth, putting pressure on her jaw while he continues hammering away at her.
A short time later, Damon is ready for more. He slips his cock out of her pussy and climbs up onto the couch. Standing above her with his feet on the seat cushions, pinning her legs back by her head with his own, he slides his cock into her mouth.
Holding Laura’s head against the back of the couch with his hands, Damon face-fucks her, giving her his entire cock in fast, deep strokes. Staring down at her, he watches as his cock goes in and out of her mouth, her eyes turned up towards his.
“That’s right,” he says. “Take it. Take the whole fucking thing like that slut that you are.”
Damon slams his cock into her mouth one last time and holds it there, his cock planted deep in her throat. Once she starts to gag, he pulls it back out and climbs off the couch.
“Are you ready for my cock in your ass?” Damon says.
With her bottom lip between her teeth, Laura nods vigorously. “Give it to me,” she says. “I need it.”
Damon grabs Laura by the ankles and pushes her legs back, tilting her body backwards, lifting her ass further up off the couch. Holding her ankles on either side of her head, pinning them to the rear cushion of the couch, he shifts his hips until the tip of his cock is touching her asshole.
Laura grabs ahold of his cock, gripping the base to keep it in place, allowing him to slide it into her asshole without using his hands. A deep, animalistic sound escapes from her mouth as his cock slowly makes its way into her asshole.
Damon only works it halfway in before letting up on the pressure, sliding it back a bit before moving forward again. He continues giving her only half of his cock at a time, taking things slowly, giving her a chance to loosen up.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” she says. “I love the feel of your cock in my ass.”
Laura runs her hand down her stomach and slips two fingers into her pussy. She starts finger-banging herself while Damon fucks her ass.
The attention she’s paying to her pussy seems to relax her, as her asshole loosens up further to accept even more of his cock.
Damon takes advantage, planting it three quarters of the way inside her before pulling back. She starts hammering away on herself with more aggression, which relaxes her asshole even more.
“That’s right,” Laura says. “Give me the whole fucking thing. I want to feel your entire cock in my ass.”
Still fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts, Damon forces his cock all the way inside her asshole, giving it to her balls-deep. Laura’s asshole loosened up now, Damon starts increasing the speed, pumping her ass without limitations.
Damon gives Laura his entire cock from tip to base, fucking her with a good pace but not really laying into her yet. She pulls her fingers out of her pussy and brings them to her mouth. Then she sucks them dry, looking directly at him while she does so.
“My pussy tastes great,” she says. “But what I really want to taste is my asshole.”
Damon gets the hint, pumping her ass a couple more times before sliding his cock out of her asshole and scrambling up the couch.
Laura opens her mouth to accept Damon’s cock and he slides it in, holding his body relatively still while she licks his cock clean of her ass juices.
Once that’s done, she takes his cock further into her mouth, again deepthroating him, this time on her own.
A good five seconds later Laura pulls off. Damon’s cock is glistening with her saliva as he climbs back down off couch.
Laura hooks her arms around her legs and rolls back on the couch until all her weight is on her shoulders and her ass is sticking up in the air. Bending down, Damon grabs ahold of her ass cheeks and spreads them wide and slides his tongue into her asshole, pushing it as far as it will go.
As Laura moans and shimmies and beneath him, Damon bounces his face up and down, forcing his tongue further and further into her asshole. She grabs ahold of one of her tits and sticks the nipple in her mouth and sucks on it while squeezing the other one with her fingers.
Damon slaps her on the ass with both hands, hard enough to make her flinch, and slips his tongue out of her asshole. He slips his fingers into it again, this time giving her three of them to loosen her up even further. After slamming all three fingers deep into her asshole a few times, he’s ready to head into the final stretch.
Damon puts one foot up on the couch, grabs ahold of his cock and slides it into Laura’s asshole. He then puts his other foot onto the couch, giving him a much better angle. Leaning forward he grabs on to the back of the couch and he uses it for leverage as he slams his cock in and out of her asshole.
As Laura moans repeatedly beneath him, Damon pummels her ass, giving her his entire weight at the bottom end of every thrust, eliciting a heavy grunt from her every time.
Damon hammers away at Laura, his balls slapping up against her ass, her body being driven further into the couch. She’s screaming wordlessly now, her expression a mixture of extreme pleasure mixed in with just a hint of distress. It’s this look more than anything that pushes him over the edge.
She sees that look on his face and knows what it coming next. Namely, him.
“Cum inside me,” Laura says, barely able to get out the words. “I want to feel your sperm inside my asshole.”
Damon has no problem with this. None at all. He pounds Laura a couple more times, then his body clutches up for a moment before his cock releases his sperm deep in her ass. He continues fucking her, extracting every last bit of his cum from his cock before lifting his body up off of her and letting his cock slide out of her asshole.
Laura rolls off the couch and onto her feet. Squatting, her ass right above the hardwood floor, she waits for his cum to drip out of her asshole.
“You want to see something nasty?” she asks.
“Hell yeah,” Damon says. He has a pretty good idea what’s coming next and can’t wait to see it.
A couple seconds later, he gets his wish.
As Laura continues squatting, a few drops of his cum slip out of her asshole and fall to the floor. She slides her index finger into her ass and moves it around in little circles, helping the process along. Moments later a stream of white sperm exits her asshole, creating a little pool on the hardwood floor.
Once her asshole is completely drained of Damon’s cum, Laura gets down on her hands and knees. Bending over, she drops her face towards the floor until her mouth is directly above the pool of white, mere centimeters away. After glancing up at Damon one last time, she sticks her tongue out and licks up the sperm, using her fingers to help her transfer all of it into her mouth.
After she has every last bit in her mouth, Laura tilts her head back so her eyes are facing the ceiling and swallows Damon’s cum. Looking back at him, she gives him a wink.
He laughs and shakes his head. Laura certainly was one hell of a dirty girl.
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SLUTS PREFER ANAL
I’ve always been lucky when it comes to women. I’m not quite sure why. I’m a decent enough looking fellow, a shade over six feet tall and 170 pounds with an in-shape body of a natural athlete
who spends a lot of time outdoors, but I’m certainly nothing special. But for some reason, there’s something about me that draws a specific type of woman. Namely, sluts.
Every since I was a teenager they flocked to me. In high school, college, and now into my late twenties, I routinely get approached by women who just want to fuck. Most of the time it’s just a one-time thing, with no complications or commitments. At times it has turned into something more, but every time a hook-up morphed into a relationship it fizzled out pretty quickly. Again, I’m not sure why. But for some reason I just wasn’t relationship material.
Which was fine by me. The way I see it, relationships are more trouble than they’re worth. I was perfectly content to have single nights (or afternoons) with women and then move on. And I was lucky enough that I never had a shortage of suitors.
Like Gina, for example.
There I was, just minding my own business in line at the coffee shop after work, getting myself a cup of coffee to help me through the evening, when I first saw her. She was a platinum-haired beauty, standing right behind me in line, wearing super-short cut-off jean shorts. She had dark eyes, full lips, perfect skin and a rockin’ body that she obviously wasn’t afraid to show off.
Once glance and I turned away, not wanting to stare. I’m a pretty nice guy, relaxed and mellow, but I’m not real outgoing. I don’t generally start up conversations with strangers. But apparently she had no such reservations.
“Quite a wait, huh?” she said, talking to me as if we were old friends right from the get-go.
“Yeah,” I said, trying to return the vibe. “Pretty typical for this place.”
“I know, but still, today seems longer than usual,” she said. “At least I’ve got some decent scenery to look at.”
I gave her a slightly confused look.
“What?” she said. “You don’t think you’re good-looking?”
“I don’t know,” I said, not sure where this was going and not wanting to make a fool of myself with a complete stranger, especially one as hot as she was. “I’ve never really thought about it much.”
“Oh, bullshit,” she said, laughing. “Everyone thinks about what they look like.”
“True,” I said. “But I’m not really concerned with it too much.”
“I can tell,” she said. “Otherwise you’d shave every once in a while, or wash your hair.” Before I could object, she continued on. “But you know what? I like that. Too many people worry about what everyone else thinks these days.”
“I agree,” I said as the line moved forward. It was my turn to order. I did, then asked my new friend what she wanted. “My treat,” I told her.
“Why thank you,” she said after placing her order. “I’m Gina, by the way.”
“I’m Tyler,” I said. “And it’s the least I can do,” I said.
“And what’s the most?” she asked, flashing me a mischievous grin.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean?” she said, her grin growing wider.
“I have no idea,” I said.
Before the conversation could go any further, the barista called out our names.
“Care to sit down with me and talk some more, Mister Tyler?”
“I’d be delighted,” I said.
“It’s hard to find a good man these days,” she said shortly after we’d sat down. We were outside, at the table in the corner of the patio, away from the rest of the patrons.
“Most guys are trash,” I said, still not sure exactly where this was going. I had a few ideas, but I didn’t want to presume too much for fear of getting disappointed.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “Of course, I don’t exactly set myself up for success most of the time.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I generally don’t go about picking up guys the traditional way.”
“How do you go about them?” I asked.
“Well, if I want a guy, I’ll just go up to him and ask if he wants to fuck.”
I’m not going to lie, it took some effort to keep my coffee down when she said that. But eventually I managed to ask: “What if the guy says no?”
“Then I go on to the next one,” she said. “But that doesn’t happen very often, believe me.”
“Oh, I do,” I said. “So, is that what you’re doing right now? Asking me if I want to fuck?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. It depends.”
“On what?”
“On you,” she said.
“How so?”
“Well, I’m pretty picky,” she said.
“About what?”
“Cocks. They have to be certain size or I’m not really interested.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded.
“But how do you know how big it is before you get their clothes off?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” she said. “There are a whole bunch of different ways. Sometimes I take them to the men’s room and get a little peek. Or the corner of the building. But usually I just do this.”
She reached beneath the table and grabbed ahold of my cock, grasping it through my pants, right there at the patio of coffee shop. Luckily I was pretty hard just from talking to her.
“Well,” I said after she’d let go. “What do you think?”
“Very impressive,” she said.
“Is it big enough for you?”
“Oh yes.”
“So does that mean . . .”
“That I’m going to ask you if you want to fuck me?” she finished.
I nodded.
“It does indeed,” she said. “But I have to tell you, if you can’t handle butt sex, don’t even bother. I don’t like men who don’t like butt sex.”
“Butt sex? You mean anal?”
“Yep,” she said. “Because that’s really all I want. If you really, really want to, you can stick your cock in my pussy every once in a while, but only as foreplay. But if it were up to me you’d be fucking just my ass and nothing else. Do you think you can handle that?”
“I think I can manage,” I said.
“And, of course, I like to give blow jobs too,” she said.
“Really?” I said. This girl was too good to be true.
“Hell yeah. I get more excited blowing you than I do if you munch on my cunt. That’s so boring.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Completely,” she said, flashing me a nasty little smile.
“Then what the hell are we waiting for,” I said, grabbing her hand and turning towards the door. “Let’s go back to my place for a blow job and butt sex.”
#
I’d barely had time to shut the front door of my place closed before Gina was dropping to her hands and knees in front of me. She hadn’t even bothered to take any of her clothes off, which didn’t bother me in the least. I had no problem getting dirty without getting naked. In fact, I preferred it. There was just something about it that seemed nastier.
Immediately after dropping to her knees, Gina worked my belt. She had it unbuckled in moments, followed by my top button, and then my zipper. She yanked my pants and boxers down, dropping them to my ankles, then wrapped her hand around my shaft and sucked on the head of my cock. Bobbing her head forward and back, maintaining eye contact the whole time, she worked my shaft with her hands while her mouth went to town on the tip.
It wasn’t long before Gina’s mouth was going further and further down, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. Her hand still worked the shaft, moving in conjunction with her mouth to create the perfect amount of pressure to maximize stimulation without making me cum.
After a full minute of blowing me without pause, Gina slid my cock from her mouth. Gathering up some saliva, she spit on my cock and started working it in with her hands while she continued looking up at me.
“Do you like how I suck your cock?” she said in that sexy-as-hell little girl voice of hers.
“I fucking love it,”
I replied.
“Do you want me to take it further down?” she asked.
I nodded again.
Smiling, Gina again took my cock in her mouth. This time she blew me proper, taking my cock halfway down before bobbing her head back up then going down again, over and over and over, her lips sliding over my shaft, helped by the copious amounts of saliva she was generating.
It was the sloppiest blow job I’d ever gotten; my cock was practically white with her spit. It was getting everywhere, all over her face, her chin, her neck, dripping onto her chest, the floor, even my leg. The sounds coming from her mouth were wet and juicy and labored, gagging and coughing equally as my cock continued sliding in and out of her mouth.
Gina was a machine, blowing me for a good thirty seconds straight before coming up for air. Even then she took one big breath and went back down for more, this time taking my cock even deeper than before, practically deepthroating me with every pump.
She blew me in long, fast pumps, her hair flying everywhere and saliva pouring out of her mouth, making my cock a wet, sloppy mess. After another full minute of non-stop sucking, she wrapped her arms around my waist and used my body to hold herself in place as she swallowed my entire cock and held it deep inside her throat.
Gina deepthroated me for a few seconds before gagging and coughing and letting my cock slide out of her mouth. She took a moment to catch her breath then looked up at me, smiling widely.
“What did you think of that?” she asked.
“It was fucking incredible,” I replied.
“With your help I could hold it for longer,” she said.
“Tell me what I need to do.”
“Just put your hands on the back of my head and hold my head in place,” Gina said.
“For how long?” I asked.
“As long as you want,” she replied, her smile growing wider.
“What if you can’t breathe.”
Gina laughed. “That’s kind of the point.”
“But what if I hold you there for too long?”
“You won’t,” she said. “Trust me.”
“All right,” I said. “If you insist.”