Megan was hot. She was a soccer player who had small but perky breasts and a body that was so toned it would have really pissed me off if she wasn’t such a blast to hang out with. I was the opposite. My body wasn’t toned by any means but I could turn some heads as well. My breasts were a perfect 36C and my greatest asset. My long legs weren’t muscular like Megan’s but I had her by six inches and loved to wear heels. Between the two of us, there were very few men who weren’t interested in buying us drinks and praying our beautiful faces would end up in their laps.
Just after 11, John showed up. He brought Mark with him. Mark was the front desk manager and clearly a frequent visitor to the local gym. I was happy to see that I wasn’t just going to be a third wheel. Megan and I continued to dance and grind together. John and Mark quickly found good viewing seats and the other guys who had been sending drinks our way and hoping to go home with something in return quickly got the message and took off. The bar was still packed but the corner of the club we were in quickly became a VIP lounge as the bar staff recognized the two managers and knew to keep the riff-raff far enough from us that they weren’t annoyed.
Megan and I were very hot and sweaty and ordered another round of shots since we knew that we weren’t going to end up with the bill. We both took seats on either side of the men and leaned over them to keep talking and laughing with each other while replenishing our alcohol consumption. All intentional of course. Women could sit next to each other, but it makes things much more fun to have the men in the middle and your half exposed breasts hanging over your date’s lap while you pretend you can’t hear without leaning over so far your bra and part of your nipple is exposed.
Clearly we were getting their attention because John and Mark stopped talking shop and just sat back with their eyes getting wider as we leaned closer to one another, with our breasts resting on their laps. John and Megan had a history so John was a bit bolder than Mark. He slowly ran his hand along his thigh until it reached Megan’s right breast. Then he cupped it and pinched her nipple between his fingers. She just kept right on talking but leaned across him even more, allowing his fingers to engulf her small right tit. Mark was clearly enjoying the show but not sure if he should make a move or not. I decided to let him stir a bit. I reached over and fondled Megan’s left breast while continuing to talk and laugh. Megan got up off the couch and sat back down on John’s lap. John’s pants were already creating quite the pup tent but when Megan’s toned ass was placed on his crotch I waited to hear the zipper bust open. It didn’t. Not yet.
Mark was also giving his slacks a run for their money. I looked at him and smiled and then leaned over and kissed Megan on the mouth. A slow, deep kiss with tongues exploring each other’s open mouths made both men shift in their seats. Megan began to grab my breasts in return. Although most other patrons were far across the bar, John suggested we move the party up to our room. Megan and I slowly stood and bent over at the waist to pick up our purses and expose our asses and the color of our g-strings. Then, we deliberately put one foot in front of the other, swinging our hips in an exaggerated fashion while walking in as close to a straight line as we could muster under the influence.
In the elevator, we began to kiss and fondle each other again, mostly because it was really fun getting the men so worked up. I don’t know what it is about the idea of two girls getting together but just about every guy in the world is turned on by it, and if he’s not, he’s very, very gay. Ding. We stepped off the elevator and looked back at the boys. They were standing at attention all right! Both pairs of slacks straining against the fabric and their cocks struggling to get released and join in the fun.
We laughed, gave them the come here wave with our index fingers and opened up the door to our suite. As soon as the door opened, John pushed Megan against the wall and began kissing her hard. Mark again stood watching unsure what to do. So, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him just as violently. Even if he was shy, his cock was not. It was pushing into my mid section like a baseball bat. I giggled and ran my hand down to his groin to keep it from bruising me as much as to let him know that tonight was about fucking.
He gasped when my hand found his crotch through the fabric and then again when I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and slipped my hand around his shaft. Mark seemed to finally get the picture or the tequila shots had taken hold. Either way, he began to kiss me back and moved me over to the couch. He sat down and I knelt on the floor in front of him. Normally, I’m not a big fan of cock sucking but when you have a guy who sucks in his breath so loud that it makes you smirk and you know that anything you do, he’ll be damn grateful for, the more I could control him the more I got off. So, I bent down and licked the tip of his dick, popped just the top in my mouth, and then I went all the way down his shaft as quickly as I could. He drew in his breath so loud I thought the neighbors could hear us. I giggled a little to myself which only made him get louder. I giggled again remembering that with his cock in my throat, giggling must do all kinds of things to him. I began to play with my breasts and push them up and around his balls. After all, I wanted to get his cock in me soon and wasn’t planning on being on my knees for very long.
Meanwhile, Megan and John were already fucking up against the far wall. I could hear her getting off and it made me swallow Mark’s cock even more. I could see him watching them, then me, then them. Careful buddy, there is no way you are going to finish without me even getting started! I backed off and began to stroke his cock slowly. Then, he got up off the couch, found the box of condoms, did his thing and came back to his seat. I straddled his lap. I began to rub my pussy and my ass up and down and around his cock without putting it in. He was watching my breasts. Megan began to get very loud. We were both breathing heavy and hearing her get ready to cum was about to send us both over the edge. I pushed my g-string to the side and slipped him in me.
This time we both gasped. I began to ride him, harder and harder as Meagan screamed. Yes! Fuck! Yes! FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! FUUUUCKKKKK! YYYYEEEESSSS! Pretty soon I was the one cussing and that only made Meagan’s orgasm last even longer! I moved my hips so that Mark was as far in me as he would go and I began to shudder. I sat there for a full minute with him doing nothing but watching me cum all over his cock. After my pussy began to slow it’s pulsing down, he lifted me off of him, placed me on the couch next to him and began to lick my cunt. HOLY SHIT! That was something I had never experienced before. With just the right amount of orgasm left in me and I began to shudder again. This time, he stuck his fingers in me and began to finger fuck me as he nibbled and sucked on my clit. HOLY FUCK! Megan was clearly re-aroused by this as she came over and began to suck and grab my tits. SHIT! John watching the show was clearly not just going to sit this one out. He moved Megan’s ass so he could fuck her from behind as she continued to help get me off again. Watching him pound into her and feeling Mark’s fingers pound into me sent me shuddering yet again. Only this time, he stuck his fingers as far in as they would go and curled them so as to try to reach my clit from within while sucking my clit. OH FUCK! I began bucking against his hand in my cunt and Megan’s mouth on my tits and felt myself cum yet again.
This went on for hours. Every time Megan or I got off, it turned the other on so much that the cycle was pretty much unending. Eventually we were out of condoms and out of energy. John and Mark had gone home and Megan and I passed out. In the morning, we found ourselves happy to done with finals, done with responsibility and done with Mark and John. Lucky for me, we weren’t quite done with each other.
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DESCENT INTO DEPRAVITY
A PERVERTED ROMANCE: VOLUME ONE
SHANE TYLER
I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checkin
g things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.
We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.
It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.
As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.
She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.
As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.
Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.
It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.
“How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.
“Not bad,” I replied.
“You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.
“Sure,” I said.
She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.
“Hey Vicki,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Vicki. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.
“Hey Frank,” Vicki replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.
“A Killian’s for me too,” I said.
“Just put it on my tab,” Vicki said to Frank.
“You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Vicki and one in front of me then disappeared once again.
“Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.
“No problem,” Vicki replied.
“I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”
“Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.
“And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.
“If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.
I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.
“Was I correct in my assumption?” Vicki asked once she’d set her drink down.
“You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”
A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.
“But I have to warn you,” Vicki said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”
“Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”
“Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”
I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”
“Nope,” Vicki said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”
“Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Vicki said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”
I laughed softly.
“You think differently?” Vicki asked.
“Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.
“Is that right?”
I nodded.
“Fair enough,” Vicki said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”
“It’s that intense, huh?”
Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.
I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”
“So you’re game?”
“Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”
The look Vicki shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”
“If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”
“Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.
“So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.
“Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”
“Same here,” I said.
“Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Vicki said.
“It does indeed.”
Vicki pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”
I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”
She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”
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Five minutes later we arrived at Vicki’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.
Vicki closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.
“Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.
It took her less than five seconds to have my belt unbuckled, my zipper down, my button undone and my pants and boxers down around my ankles. My cock was sticking straight out, already fully hard. It wasn’t enormous but it was pretty good sized; most girls found it to be a little too big for their tastes but I didn’t think Vicki would have that issue.
“It’s hard already, huh?” she said, staring right at it, obviously impressed.
“It always is,” I replied.
“Always?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, that certainly makes things easy,” Vicki said. “And it’s just the right size too.”
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bsp; “It isn’t too big for you?” I said, mostly just taunting her.
She scoffed. “Please.”
“Yeah, I kind of thought you’d be able to handle it,” I said.
“With ease,” she replied. And with that, she immediately went to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other worked my balls. She popped the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in tandem as her mouth dropped further and further down my cock, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so I could get a better view of what was happening.
“You like to see what’s going on, do you?” Vicki said, popping my cock out of her mouth for a moment.
I nodded.
“That’s good,” she continued, jerking me off all the while. “Because I do too. Bright and clear, everything out in the open, no shame whatsoever.”
“My thoughts exactly,” I said.
“So you say now,” Vicki said, grinning like a demon up at me. “But we’ll see. We’ll see.”
She took my cock in her mouth once again and continued pushing her head forward, making my cock disappear inside her mouth inch-by-inch while staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Vicki kept going until she’d swallowed my entire cock, deepthroating me with ease, still staring up at me even as her bottom lip touched my ball sack and her nose touched the base of my stomach
“Holy fucking shit,” I said under my breath as she held my cock in place, deep in her throat. No one had ever deepthroated me so effortlessly before, nor held me for so long. Almost a full ten seconds, by my count.
Vicki pulled her head off my cock just as deliberately as she’d swallowed it, moving inch-by-inch, in no rush, not having any difficulty with it whatsoever.
“That was fucking incredible,” I said once my cock was free and clear of her mouth.
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