Hardcore Quickies

by Riley Haze

  I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.

  She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.

  I pinch her rock-hard nipples and rub them between my fingertips; not softly but not too hard. She moans in pleasure and tries to squirm away. But I don’t let go. Making a guttural sound that’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, she shimmies and slides underneath me but I hold on, still rubbing them between my finger tips, increasing the pressure every few seconds. Her feet start to beat against the floor and her breath is coming more quickly now. I squeeze harder just for a moment then finally let go. She yelps and gives me the evil eye. But behind it is a nasty smile. I give her a moment to catch her breath.

  “You like that?” I say.

  “Hell yeah,” she says. “Give me some more.”

  I slap one of her tits, not lightly but not with too much force.

  “You like that too?” I say.

  “Love it,” she says.

  I slap her other tit.

  “Harder,” she says.

  I do so. First the right, then the left.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So I do.

  She moans.

  I slap them again, harder this time.

  She yelps.

  And yet again, harder still.

  She screams and bites down on her bottom lip, shakes her head from side to side. A tremor runs through her body. Her breath is ragged, labored.

  “You’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” I say.

  “You’re damn right,” she says. “Now come up here. I want to taste you.”

  I turn around and back up until I’m sitting on her face. I drop my balls into her mouth. She suckles them, first one at a time, then both at the same time. She reaches around with her hand and strokes my cock. Then she lifts up my sack and licks my taint.

  I shudder and make decide to make myself busy, lest I finish up before I’ve had a chance to fuck her proper. So I slip my hand down her body until I’m fingering her snatch. It’s soaking wet, practically dripping. Her thighs are still close together, held there by the jeans which are still only halfway down her legs. But there’s enough of an opening for me to get my hand in there. I start off with one finger, stroking it up and down her pussy lips, rubbing the outside, getting her juices flowing even further. I add another finger and stick them inside her, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then picking up steam.

  She’s starting to moan in time with my finger thrusts and her sucking of my testicles becomes more intense. I stick another finger inside her, making it three, and push them in as far as they will go, in and out, in and out, in and out, faster, faster, faster still. She’s shuddering against my fingers, moving against them as I push them in, getting every single last centimeter out of them.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she says as I continue to finger-fuck her. Her legs strain against the confines of her jeans but they can’t go anywhere. She arches her back increasing the pressure against the top part of her vagina.

  “You’re gonna make me cum,” she growls in a guttural voice. “Oh god keep doing that, keep fucking me, yes, yes yes!”

  I can feel her reaching orgasm so I curl the tips of my fingers and keep them inserted firmly inside her, moving them up and down slightly, just enough to rub against her rough, pebbly G-spot, eliciting another series of deep shuddering moans that nearly turn to sobs as she climaxes. She hooks her arms around my legs as the moans reach a fevered intensity. Then she shudders deeply, once, twice, three times before relaxing and catching her breath.

  “Wow,” she says. “Just, wow.”

  “You like that?”

  “You’d better believe it.”

  I slip my fingers out of her. “Now it’s my turn.”

  I pick her up, carry her to the couch, and drop her on top of it. She lands on her side, giggling with delight. I grab her ankles, pull her towards me. I’m still standing at the edge of the couch, towering over her. I pull her shorts off and toss them aside. Then I drop to my knees and throw one of her legs over my shoulder. Her pussy is gaping, dripping wet, beckoning.

  “You want my cock, don’t you?” I ask.

  She looks up at me and nods, biting on her upper lip.

  “Say it.”

  “I want your cock.”

  “Again,” I say.

  “Give me your cock,” she says. “Fuck me with your big hard cock.”

  I do as she asks, sliding my dick inside her, about halfway at first, taking it slow,. In and out I move, picking up steam as I go along, getting into a rhythm. She’s moaning, crying out in time with my thrusts as I go deeper and deeper, pounding her, in-out, in-out, in-out, her tight, tiny little pussy stretching, and she’s screaming “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” and I oblige, grabbing her legs just under her knees and pushing her legs back towards her head, holding her legs down, folding her in half.

  I fuck her harder, slamming into her, going deeper, and deeper and deeper still until she’s screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and then I give one final thrust and just hold it there, all the way inside her, balls deep, and she’s shuddering and pressing up against me, grinding on my pelvis, squeezing my cock with her insides, making guttural, animal sounds, her eyes closed, her face screwed up with exertion, tightening, tightening, tightening, then releasing me with a rush of breath.

  “I want to taste my pussy,” she says. “Come on baby, let me taste it.”

  I slide back and my cock slips out of her dripping wet pussy. She turns on her hands and knees and grabs my cock with her right hand and licks the juices off it, caressing it, running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft.

  “Mmmm, I taste so fucking good,” she says.

  And then she sticks my cock in her mouth and sucks it off, her tight lips working the tip of my cock while her hands strokes my shaft, making eye contact all the while. She pops it out of her mouth and I pick her up and spin her around. I put her on her back, upside down. Her legs are over the back of the couch where her head would normally be and her head is hanging off the front, down where her feet would normally be.

  I get down on my knees so my cock is at the same level as her head.

  “Give it to me, baby,” she says. “Stick your fucking cock down my fucking throat.”

  So I do, driving it all the way into her waiting mouth. In and out I pump, in and out, my balls smacking her nose, my cock working its way deeper and deeper into her throat. I can feel myself getting close to finishing so I force my cock down her throat one last time and hold it there.

  She starts to gag.

  “Hold it,” I say.

  She gags again, even louder this time.

  “Hold it,” I say again.

  Her arms start to flail and her gags are even louder.

  I hold my cock in her throat for another couple of seconds before pulling out.

  She gasps for breath, smiling all the while.

  I’m almost done. Another minute or so of good hard fucking and that’ll be it.

  I pick her up again, spin her around, put her on all fours.

  “Oh, you like it this way, do you?” she says.

  I don’t reply with my mouth. Instead I position myself behind her tiny little ass and stick my cock in her from behind and start fucking her.

  “Oh my god,” she says in a nasty-sounding half-moan.

  I’m real close now; there’s no slowing down. I’m pounding her from behind, her hard, tight ass the perfect receptacle for my rock hard cock.

  “Make me yours, make me yours, make me yours,” she moans as I fuck her from behind, our bodies pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh. “Please, please, please fuck me harder! Give it to me, baby, harder harder harder. I want to belong to you. You own me. You own me you own me you own me, you own me, you own me you own me. Please, please, please,” she begs. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”

  I grab her pigtai
ls and pull back on her head, forcing her to arch her back, allowing me to penetrate her deeper. My cock glides into her pussy, stretching it, sliding in and out with virtually no resistance, her pussy dripping wet as she moans in pleasure.

  “Harder, harder, harder,” she says. “Fuck me harder!”

  I drop my hands to her shoulders and I pull back on her body as I pound her, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper still, her tiny ass making my cock look huge.

  She turns her head and looks back at me as I fuck her. “I want you to fuck me like I’m the dirtiest, nastiest whore you’ve ever met,” she said. “Harder. Harder! Harder!!!”

  I climb to my feet, and move them forward, giving myself more leverage over her, allowing me to slam into her with more force, fucking her as she’s screaming, then pushing her head into the carpet as I stand crouched above her and fuck her pussy from behind, hammering her, making her scream some more, and then I’m right there, just moments away, and I keep pounding, keep pounding, trying to push myself over the edge and then she says, “Cum for me, baby, cum all over me,” and my asshole tightens up and I feel a little tremor move through my body and then another one, more powerful this time, and then the urge is just too great, I’m going to cum, and I’m pulling out and ejaculating all over her back, a huge load, painting her tan, muscular back with white jizz.

  I’m leaning back, breathing hard and laughing a little bit and feeling good, feeling the short-lived relief that always comes with blowing my load. She is lying down, her stomach to the floor, her body sweaty with exertion. She turns her head and looks at me and her face is red, her mascara is a mess all over her face. But she’s still smiling, that radiant, bubbly, innocent smile. It looks totally out of place with my cum pooling in the low area at the small of her back but it turns me on, the dichotomy not bothering me in the least.

  “You want a towel or something?” I ask.

  “That would be great,” she says.

  “Hang on a sec, I’ll get you one.”

  “Thanks.”

  She lays there on the floor while I gather a hand towel and wipe my cum off her back.

  “You mind if I jump in the shower?” she says.

  “Be my guest,” I reply.

  She stands up and comes over to me. She climbs up onto her tiptoes and gives me a little peck on the cheek. “Thanks, baby,” she says. “I needed that.”

  “My pleasure,” I say.

  She gathers her clothes together and heads off to the bathroom. I head over to the nightstand. I pull my wallet out of a drawer, pull ten $100 bills out of it and walk into the bathroom. She’s already in the shower. I place the bills on the counter next to the sink.

  “Thanks again, baby,” she says from the shower. “Next time you’re in town, feel free to give me a call.”

  “I will,” I say. “Goodnight.”

  “’Night,” she says. She grabs a little bottle of shampoo and starts washing her hair. I leave the bathroom and head over to the bed. I climb on top of the covers, pull out the remote, and throw on Sportscenter. I’m still watching it ten minutes later when she walks out of the bathroom, throws one more wave in my direction, and walks out the door without another word.

  No difficulties, no small-talk, no pleasantries. All business, no bullshit. Just like I like it. I love escorts. They’re the only way to fuck.

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  THE FREAKY ADVENTURES OF A DEPRAVED BABE (PART 3)

  There’s nothing I enjoy more than getting fucked. Mouth, pussy, ass, it doesn’t matter. Nor does the manner in which is happens. Sometimes I like it slow and romantic, other times rough and tumble. Sometimes quiet and serious other times loud and playful. I like being in charge and getting dominated equally. It all depends on my mood that day. The key is to mix things up. Otherwise even sex can get stale.

  This is why it’s essential to have different men available to do my bidding. Some are just more inclined to act a certain way. There are guys that are great at getting freaky but not so good at being romantic. Or ones that love being in control but aren’t so keen on being on the other side of the equation.

  My friends keep on telling me there are men out there that offer the whole package; looks, a big cock, a decent personality and a wide palette of sexual tendencies but so far I haven’t met one. Which makes me believe that they don’t truly exist, especially considering how many men I’ve fucked over the years. If they’re out there I would have found one by now.

  Oh well. Until I find that one perfect man I guess I’ll just have to keep trying out as many as I can.

  #

  Today I woke up horny as hell. Even after playing around with my toys for a good hour I was still rearing to go. So I pulled out my special phone and started looking through my contact list.

  I’ll fuck pretty much anybody once, but they have to offer something beyond the ordinary to make it into my special phone. It consists of a hundred or so men who bring something specific to the table.

  I stop as soon as I come to Steve’s number. He’s exactly what I need today.

  Steve is a specialist in rough sex. Now, for most women that’s not something that they would go back for, but like I may have mentioned earlier, I’m a dirty slut. And sometimes I just need to get manhandled. Like today. So I dial Steve’s number. After a brief conversation, we agree to meet as his place in an hour. And just like that, it’s done.

  I jump in the shower to pretty myself up a bit and then it’s off to go get fucked.

  #

  Precisely one hour later I’m knocking on Steve’s door.

  His place is small but it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned about the size of his home or the make of his car. I’m not worried about how much money he earns or what he does for a living. All I care about is what he’s going to do to me for the next thirty minutes or so. And it’s getting me wet just thinking about it.

  Steve opens the door and ushers me in. I drop my purse to the floor, right there in the hall adjacent to the doorway as he closes the door behind us. I undo my coat and slither out of it, revealing my tight, tanned, completely naked body beneath.

  As Steve turns to face me a nasty little smile creeps onto his face. He looks me up and down, practically licking his lips as he takes me in like a piece of meat.

  “You like what you see?” I ask.

  “Hell yes,” he says. “You’re looking better than ever.”

  “I didn’t come here for compliments,” I say.

  “Fair enough,” Steve says, stepping towards me and grabbing a handful of my hair. He yanks back on it, bending my neck back so my face is turned up towards the ceiling.

  “Don’t expect me to hold back just because we haven’t seen each other in a while,” Steve says.

  “I’m not,” I say. “That’s why I came to you. Because I knew you wouldn’t hold back.”

  He takes this in with a nod. “All right. As long as we understand each other.”

  “Perfectly,” I say.

  “Good.” He releases my hair and moves his hand down to my throat and pushes me up against the wall. Squeezing, he cuts off my airflow, taking me right up to the point of passing out before releasing me.

  I gasp for breath, my pussy getting wetter by the second.

  With his hand still around my throat, holding me up against the wall but no longer depriving me of air, he pinches one of my nipples.

  A deep, guttural moan escapes from my throat.

  Steve smiles. Then he pinches my other nipple, harder this time.

  I moan more loudly.

  “You like that?” he says.

  “I fucking love it,” I reply.

  He slaps down on my tit.

  I yelp and shiver. It feels so fucking good.

  “What about that?” he asks.

  “Even better,” I reply, my breath ragged. “Do it again.”

  He does, smiling all the while.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Trading off, g
oing from one of my tits to the other. Back and forth, back and forth, pausing for only a second in between, just enough for me to recover before slapping down on the other one.

  My hand flies down to my pussy and I slip two fingers inside my dripping wet snatch.

  For this I earn a slap across the face, hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. Steve he grabs ahold of my arm and pulls my fingers out of my pussy. He pins my wrist against the wall and holds it there.

  “Did I tell you to play with yourself?” he says, his face right in front of mine, mere inches away.

  I shake my head from side to side.

  He slaps me again. I gasp. It’s more in pleasure than pain but I’m careful to keep my enjoyment off my face. I fucking love being manhandled like this but I can’t let him see that. I know it turns him on to think I’m in distress.

  “You’re goddamn right I didn’t,” he says. “Next time you do something like that you’re going to regret it. Understand?”

  I nod. My eyes are wide and radiating fear even though I don’t feel the slightest bit of it. I know I’m perfectly safe in his arms, no matter how dangerous things seem to be. We’ve played this little game a number of times before and I’ve never once gotten hurt.

  “Good,” he says. “Now turn around.”

  Steve spins me around, his hand now on the back of my neck, still holding me up against the wall. His free hand slides down my back and over my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing one, then the other.

  He slaps my ass. Once, twice, three times, all on the same cheek, each harder than the last, each smack causing me to whimper and my legs to buckle just a little bit.

  He switches over to the other cheek and gives it the same treatment, holding me up against the wall the entire time, his hand now dug into my hair, turning my face so one half of it is smashed up against the wall.