by Evan Harder
She was staring up at me with wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as I increased the pressure and depth of my fingers inside her.
I slid another finger into her pussy while simultaneously tightening my grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that was forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her I started moving my hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, my wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as I finger-fucked her.
Felecia’s mouth was slightly open and little gasping sounds were escaping from her throat. Her face was slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminished.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
She nodded as much as she could in her comprised situation.
“Do you want another finger?”
She nodded.
Without releasing her throat I slipped my pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit but she loosened up a bit as I moved my fingers inside her.
A short time later Felecia’s entire body was quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumped to the side just a bit and her eyes fluttered. She was about to pass out.
I didn’t want that. So I released her throat but continued finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. She leaned into me to keep from falling, her head on my chest.
I was the only thing holding her up but still I continued working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths were shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.
Finally she caught her breath and pulled back a bit, using the wall for support.
I took a moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out with my free hand. It was sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it was trying to push through my skin.
“Stroke it,” I said.
Felecia’s hand flew down to my cock and she started jerking me off. In response, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tit and squeezed it while my other hand continued working her pussy.
We stood there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before I was ready for something more.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and gave it a little smack.
Felecia yelped and her body stiffened for a moment but her smile didn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor did she let go of my cock.
I stuck my fingers in Felecia’s mouth so she could clean them of her juices. She licked her fingers one-by-one, until they were completely clean, staring at me the entire time, continuing to jerk me off. Not saying anything, just waiting for my direction.
She was a perfect, little slut. It was time to start putting her to better use.
“It’s time that I fucked your face,” I told her.
“Bring it on,” she replied.
Smiling, I pushed down on her shoulders. She knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.
I stuck my cock inside her mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. I gradually slipped it further inside her until it was about halfway in. Then I sped up my thrusts.
Her lips started to close around my cock. I quickly pulled my cock out, used it to smack her cheek a few times.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.
Felecia shook her head.
“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”
She nodded.
I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds came from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her.
“Tongue out,” I said.
Felecia did as she was told; I could see her tongue beneath my cock as I pumped her mouth. Saliva was pouring out of her mouth, running down her chin and neck and coating her chest. Gagging, slurpy sounds escaped from her throat. Tears were dripping from her eyes and running down her cheek, smearing her makeup, but from the way she was looking at me she was still enjoying herself and not in any real distress.
My cock was slippery as hell as I gave her the whole thing, from tip to base, relentlessly slamming it in and back out of her throat, still holding her head against the wall with my hands.
The gagging and coughing sounds were growing louder with every thrust. A little pool of saliva was gathering on the carpet beneath her. I was thoroughly enjoying throat-fucking her; perhaps a little too much. I was almost at the point of cumming. I knew I needed to move onto something else before it was too late. But first I wanted to do something.
So I slipped my cock out of her mouth, giving her a couple of moments to catch her breath then slammed it back inside, all the way down her throat until her nose was poking into my stomach. But instead of pulling it back out right away, like I had done every time up until this point, I held it there, my cock all the way down her throat.
“Look at me,” I said.
She shifted her gaze upward as best she could while deepthroating me, looking up at me with tear-stained puppy-dog eyes.
“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath, doing everything in my power not to cum in her throat right there. Something about the helplessness and needing of that look nearly put me over the edge. I quickly yanked my cock out of her mouth before it was too late.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I said.
She dropped down at once. Her back was arched, her ass sticking up in the air, her shoulder blades visible against her back. Her legs were pressed together, showing off her perfect heart-shaped ass.
I dropped to my knees and sidled up to her. My legs were just outside hers and my cock was lying on top of her tight little ass. I spread her ass cheeks with my hands and settled my cock in between them then pressed her cheeks back together, trapping my cock in the crack of her ass.
Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.
“Enough of this shit,” she said. “I need your cock inside me.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up towards mine. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready for you to have it,” I said. “Got it?”
She nodded, smiling all the while, having gotten exactly what she wanted out of me. I pushed her head back down and went back to work.
After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. She moaned as my cock entered her.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Felecia said. The excitement in her voice was obvious.
I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts. Looking down at her ass, I watched my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; her pussy was tight but she was so wet it didn’t matter one bit.
“What’s the problem back there?” she asked, turning to look back at me once again.
“What do you mean?” I said. “You wanted me to fuck you and now I am.”
“But why are you taking it easy on me?” Felecia asked. “This isn’t exactly my first time around the block. There’s no need to get me warmed up before slamming your cock into me like you mean it.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked, even though I knew it was exactly what she wanted. “For me to fuck you harder?”
“You’re damn right,” she said. “It’s what I always want.”
“Fine,” I said. ‘Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I quickly began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom o
f every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock jammed into the walls of pussy.
Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like my actions weren’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inched forward every time we came together.
“Is that better?” I ask without slowing down one bit.
“A little bit,” she said between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further. “But I need more.”
I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Exactly like that,” she replied, breathing hard.
I smacked her ass again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.
I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.
“Was that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.
“No, I’ve got more for you.”
“Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m waiting for the good stuff.”
Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and changing up the angle of penetration, allowing me deeper inside her.
I got up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs. Crouching down so as to not allow my cock to slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Her body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she maintained her position.
Felecia was no longer holding back, no longer quiet. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic to the extreme, finally betraying the nastiness that she was known for. It was as if a damn had burst in her throat and she was no longer trying to convince me that I wasn’t giving it to her hard enough.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummel her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”
Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she’d kept quiet until now otherwise I never would have lasted this long.
I let go of her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. It felt too good to try and get her to stop.
“Holy shit,” I said a short time later, my orgasm right around the corner. “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Yeah?” she said, looking back at me.
I nodded my head. I couldn’t have talked right then if my life depended on it.
“Right now?” she asked.
I nodded again.
She quickly pulled away from me, releasing my cock from her pussy, and spun around. Before I had realized what was happening she had taken my rock-hard cock in her mouth and was sucking me off like there was no tomorrow.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, letting her know that my explosion was imminent. I was expecting her to slip my cock from her mouth and jerk me off to completion, taking my sperm on her chest or maybe even her face, but instead she took my cock all the way down her throat and held it there, just like she had when I almost came earlier in the evening.
That was the final straw. My body tensed up and then released in a shuddering burst, spraying my cum straight down her throat while she stared up at me, holding my eyes with her own, her mouth engulfing my cock as I spasmed a couple more times, sending another couple shots of cum down her throat.
She took it in stride, swallowing my load down with ease, even milking my cock of every last drop of sperm before finally releasing it from her mouth.
“Now that is what I’m talking about,” she said, falling onto the floor. She was on her back, looking towards the ceiling.
“Did that do it for you?” I asked, flopping down next to her.
“Yeah, that will hold me over for a while,” she said. “A couple of hours, maybe.”
“That’s it?” I asked, only half-joking.
“What can I say?” Felecia replied. “I just can’t get enough.”
“Apparently not,” I said.
“I appreciate the effort though,” she said.
“My pleasure,” I replied as I started gathering up my clothes.
“See you in a couple days?”
“Yeah, if that works for you.”
“Of course it does,” she said, rising up to her tip-toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. “But maybe next time we’ll have a few drinks beforehand, take things a little further.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, pulling my clothes on. “I’ll bring the drinks.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Felecia said.
She saw me out the door, closing it behind me. I figured she’d be on the phone, calling up another one of her guys within minutes, but I didn’t care. Besides, there was a reasonable chance I would be calling up another girl before the night was up anyway.
Anything goes with sex in 2014. It’s a brave world out there.
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POUNDING THE SEXY NEIGHBOR
It was almost 8PM on February 14th when there was a knock on Henry Smith’s door. He was on his couch, eating pizza and watching BOOGIE NIGHTS, just as he had every year for the last five years on Valentine’s Day.
He wasn’t expecting anyone; Henry rarely had visitors and they never came over unannounced. He just wasn’t that kind of kind guy and neither were any of his friends.
He wondered who it was. A neighbor, maybe, looking to borrow some eggs? Or someone with the wrong condo? Either way he wasn’t real interested in answering the door. He’d rather just stay here on the couch and pretend like he wasn’t home.
Then the knocking started again, more insistently this time, like the person on the other side of the door knew he was home. After another moment of hesitation Henry decided to be civil and see who was there. He paused the movie, climbed up off the couch and headed over to the door.
He opened it without bothering to look through the peephole, and standing there, much to his surprise (which he was careful to keep off his face) was Jenny Stevenson. She was dressed in a sleeveless white tee shirt that covered her legs nearly down to her knees. But not even the loose-fitting clothes could mask her rocking body; she could make painter’s overalls look good. And the lack of a bra didn’t hurt her cause either. Her long black hair was mussed and she was wearing very little makeup, both of which suited her just fine.
“Hey there,” she said.
“What’s up?” Henry said, playing it cool despite the butterflies in his stomach. They hadn’t done more than briefly exchange pleasantries since their crazy New Year’s Eve and he’d convinced himself that it had been just a one-night stand, never to be repeated again. Now he wasn’t so sure. But he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions and he certainly didn’t allow his hopes to get too high.
“Not much,” Jenny replied. “I was just hanging out by myself tonight and figured you would be too, you know, b
ased on your aversion to holidays.”
“Well, you guessed right.”
“So . . . are you going to invite me in?”
“Sure,” he said. “Come on in.”
Henry held the door open and Jenny walked past him. He watched her as he closed the door, slightly saddened to see that her ass was covered up by the T-shirt. At least her shapely legs were a nice consolation prize. She sat down on the lounge chair and folded her legs beneath her, revealing nothing but panties beneath her T-shirt.
“You want something to drink?” he asked. “A beer? Some wine?”
“No thanks,” she said. “I want to see how things go when we’re sober.”
Before Henry had a chance to contemplate the meaning of this, Jenny had moved on.
“Boogie Nights, huh?” she said, glancing towards the television. “Are you a P.T. Anderson fan?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. You ever see There Will Be Blood?”
“Only ten times,” Henry said as he sat down on the couch across from her. “It’s one of my 2 favorite movies of all-time.”
“And the other one?”
“No Country For Old Men.”
“Ahh, the Coen Brothers. Good stuff, good stuff. I had no idea you had such good taste in movies. I should have known, though. You have good taste in everything.”
Henry laughed softly. “Like you’d know.”
“I know you have good taste in music,” Jenny said.
“How do you know that?”
“You were listening to The Mars Volta on New Year’s Eve.”
“You remember that?”
She tilted her head and flashed him a little smirk. “I remember everything about that night.”
“Everything?”
“Everything,” she said, raising her eyebrows a couple of times.
Henry wasn’t sure what to make of this but he supposed it was a good thing. After all, if she had remembered everything and was coming back for more, that certainly couldn’t be bad.
“But, back to your tastes,” she said. “We’ve got movies and music out the way—two of the most important ones, the way I see it—but it doesn’t stop there. I can see you have good taste in pizza. Round Table is my favorite. You have good taste in beer. Blue Moon on New Years. And wine too; I can see Silver Oak in your kitchen. And you certainly have good taste in women.”