by Evan Harder
“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,” Taylor says, full-on begging now. “I need your cock in my ass.”
“Well, if you insist,” Scott 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, Scott doesn’t move against her at first. He lets Taylor 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?” Taylor 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. Scott brings his other leg up onto the couch to give him more leverage and grabs ahold of Taylor’s hips and starts slamming his cock into her, pummeling her ass like a wildman.
“Just like that, just like that,” Taylor 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.
Taylor 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.
Scott’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 Taylor now, he hammers away at her ass, pounding her with everything he has.
Taylor 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 Scott fucks her. “You’re gonna make me fucking cum! FUCKFUCKFUCK!”
Taylor’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, Scott slides his cock out of her ass, climbs off her and sits down on the couch, giving Taylor 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,” Scott 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.”
Taylor’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,” Taylor 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?”
Taylor grabs ahold of Scott’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,” Scott says.
“Yes, but that’s only because I’m so good at my job,” Taylor 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.
Taylor 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,” Scott 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?” Scott 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,” Taylor says. “Three minutes without blowing your load and you win the bet.”
“Done,” Scott says, grabbing for his phone on the end table near the couch.
“But you can’t pull away,” Taylor 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?” Taylor says.
“Sure.”
They shake hands.
“When do we start?” Scott says, his finger over the button that starts the stopwatch.
“Now ,” Taylor 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.
Taylor 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 Taylor work is just making it that much harder to maintain control so Scott 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.
Scott 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 Taylor 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.
Scott tries to not make any noise, hop
ing 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, Taylor 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, Taylor 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.
Scott’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, Taylor lays off his asshole but continues jerking him off as Scott’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.
Scott bucks again, and again, and again, each time sending an ever-decreasing spray of cum onto Taylor’s smiling face.
“Holy shit that’s a big load,” she says, laughing under her breath.
“Tell me about it,” Scott 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,” Scott 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.”
Taylor 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 Taylor 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.
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FREAKY FELECIA
I love all kinds of women. Tall and skinny or short and stacked. Blonde hair, brown hair, red hair. Dominant, submissive, sexy, sultry, classy, you name it. I’m not super-picky about looks but the one thing I am very picky about it attitude. To be one of my regulars a woman has to truly enjoy fucking. Love it, even. And very few of them love it as much as Felecia.
At just over 5 feet tall and no more than 100 pounds, Felecia doesn’t look like she could take a pounding. But her looks are deceiving. She’s got a rocking body, with soft but shapely legs, a great ass, thin waist and small but firm tits. Her Latin heritage is apparent in her long brown hair, dark eyes, soft features, full lips and naturally tanned skin. She’s more cute than slutty and to look at her it would be impossible to guess that she likes it rough.
But to say it like that is to not give it enough credit. She loves rough sex, adores it, can’t get enough of it, in fact. She won’t take it any other way; if you can’t give her what she needs she’ll kick you out, right in the middle of a session. It’s almost happened to me before.
It was our first time together and I was taking it too easy on her, not giving her what she needed. I was trying to be a gentleman, it being our first time fucking and all, and even though she continued imploring me to give it to her harder and smack her around a little bit, I was having trouble following through.
Finally, after twenty minutes of me pussy-footing around, she’d had enough.
“That’s it,” she said, pulling away from me. “Get the fuck out.”
“What?” I asked, surprised as all hell.
“You heard me,” she said. “If you aren’t going to give me what I need, then just get the hell out of here.”
“What do you need?” I asked, perplexed.
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said. “Get physical with me. Toss me around, smack my ass, that sort of thing.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Have you been fucking listening to me at all tonight?” she said, her voice rising. “I’ve been telling you that ever since we started!”
“I didn’t know you wanted it that rough,” I said.
“Well now you do,” Felecia said. “So I’ll give you one more chance to make things right, and then you’re out for good.”
“Fine,” I said. “But don’t start crying that you can’t take it.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I guarantee that won’t be the case.”
So I gave her what she wanted. And after we were done, she invited me to come back over later that week. Now we got together once a week or so to fuck, and I gave her what she needed every time.
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“So what’s on tap for tonight?” she asked after letting me into her apartment. It was a nice place, pretty basic, not too much style, just substance. Exactly like Felecia.
“Whatever you can handle,” I replied.
“You know I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said, smiling wryly, daring me in her own way, getting me in the right mindset. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink sweater that was long enough to cover her ass, but just barely. Plus black leather boots with four-inch heels that came up over her knee. It was quite the outfit, and it turned me on like crazy just looking at her.
“Is that right?” I said, playing the game.
“Damn straight,” she said, her smile growing wider.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp tug, bending her backwards so she was looking up towards the ceiling.
Felecia’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She clearly got off on being treated like this; it wasn’t an act.
“You like that?” I asked.
“I love it,” Felecia replied.
I pulled her sweater off, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. I fondled one of her tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then I slapped down on it.
Felecia yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
“Do it again,” she said.
I did it again, harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
So I did, harder still. And again. And again. Her tit was bright red but she still seemed to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.
As was I. My cock was pushing painfully against my pants. This was exciting me just as much as it was her. I pulled up on her hair, snapping her head forward.
She was taking deep breaths but she was still smiling and her eyes were glowing with excitement.
I started walking, dragging her along by the hair as I went. I pulled her over to the wall, spun her around, and pushed her back up against it, then I grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.
Felecia’s smile didn’t fade one bit. In fact it grew wider.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
“Are you ready for more?”
She nodded again, her face starting to turn pink.
With one hand still around her throat I slapped her face. The sound filled the room like a gunshot. Little red blossoms flared up on Felecia’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. Then I squeezed her throat a little tighter. And slapped her again.
Felecia’s smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating excitement. Her whole face was turning red now as her blood flow was restricted.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
Felecia shook her head and mouthed the word no.
So I slapped her again. And again. And again. I was squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.
Her lips were slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes started to flutter and her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolled slightly to the right.
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 depraved little slut, aren’t you?” I said, laughing under my breath.
“The filthiest,” Felecia said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and pressing against my pants.
I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. But right now I want to mess with you some more.”
“If you insist,” she said, her tone filled with mock disappointment.
I slipped her dress off by pulling it over her head and tossed it towards the other side of the room. Then I grabbed ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as my free hand wandered down her stomach to her pretty little pussy. I rubbed her snatch for a few seconds to get her warmed up but it was unnecessary. She was already soaking wet. So I stuck two fingers inside her and started finger-fucking her.
I stood there, facing Felecia, looking down at her face as I was exploring her insides with my fingers, my excitement building like crazy.