by Evan Harder
“Godammit that feels fucking good,” Scott says as Taylor 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 Scott’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.
Taylor 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.
Taylor 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,” Scott 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.
Scott 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?” Taylor says.
“No it doesn’t,” Scott 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 Taylor’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, Scott pulls back and grabs ahold of his cock and jerks off while watching her play with her clit.
Taylor notices Scott 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, Taylor 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.
Scott 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,” Taylor 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 Taylor 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, Taylor 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.
Scott 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,” Scott says.
Taylor 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?” Scott says.
Taylor 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,” Scott says.
She instantly opens it back up.
He shuffles forward a little, giving him more leverage, then proceeds to fuck Taylor’s face, slamming his cock in and out of her mouth while his hands grip the back of her head.
Gurgling sounds come from Taylor’s throat as Scott 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.
Scott pummels Taylor’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 Taylor 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,” Scott says in a breathless burst. He’s never gotten head like this
before. Not even from Taylor. 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.
Scott reaches down and picks Taylor 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.
Scott tosses Taylor 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.
Taylor 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,” Scott 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.
Taylor 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 Scott 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.
Taylor reaches back and grabs the back of his head and pulls him further into her pussy, repaying his treatment of her earlier.
Scott 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 Scott doesn’t slow down, doesn’t give in. He just keeps his face buried in Taylor’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.
Scott 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,” Taylor says, sounding like she’s going to explode.
Scott 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.
Taylor yelps and her body buckles and her ass shakes.
Scott 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, Taylor’s groans turn guttural and wordless; expressions of pure bliss unaccompanied by any kind of rational thought process.
But Scott’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.
Taylor shudders against him, her body shaking and shimmying and another wordless scream coming from her throat.
Once that passes Scott 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,” Taylor 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.”
Scott’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.
Scott tries to start off slow but Taylor’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,” Taylor says. “Right there. Right fucking there.”
One of Scott’s hands slides up her neck and grabs a handful of her hair and gives it a yank, pulling Taylor’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,” Taylor says. “Spank me.”
Scott 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.
Taylor yelps and shakes her head from side to side, causing her hair to fly around and her body to shake beneath him.
But Scott 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!” Taylor 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.
Scott turns his head and uses the mirror to watch their bodies come together from a different angle.
Taylor 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.”
“Yeah?” Taylor 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 Scott 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, Taylor’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.
Scott gathers up some saliva and spits on Taylor’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 Taylor’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?” Scott says.
“I fucking love it,” Taylor 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.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes please,” Taylor says.