Four beers and thirty minutes later, pretty much with no real warning at all, she grabbed my hand and led me out of the building.
“Where are we going?” I asked as we quickly made our way down the sidewalk.
“To my place,” Mason said. “It’s just two blocks away.”
I certainly wasn’t going to argue with her or ask for any more clarification; there was no reason to take a chance on fucking up a good thing. So I just kept my mouth shut and let her lead the way.
No more than ten minutes after leaving the bar, I was sitting on Mason’s couch, waiting for her to, as she had put it, “slip into something more comfortable.”
Shortly after, she came walking down the stairs wearing a lacy pink top that showed off her incredibly massive tits, a matching g-string, fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps. She had put on some more makeup, including lots of black eyeliner, and the new look had transformed her into a total and complete slut; which was exactly how I liked my women.
As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, towering over me.
“Do you like what you see?” Mason asked.
“I fucking love it,” I replied.
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”
Over the course of the next few minutes, Mason danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.
Once she was ready to go, she crawled over towards me. By now my cock was pressing hard against the inside of my pants, trying to break out.
“Looks like you’re ready to go,” she said, dropping her head on my leg and staring at my bulge.
“More than ready,” I replied.
Smiling, she pulled my pants off, freeing up my cock. It was sticking straight up, hard as a rock.
“Pretty impressive,” she said.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Do you mind?” she asked, glancing down at my cock with slightly raised eyebrows.
“Be my guest,” I said, smiling.
She started going to town, sucking my cock like a pro, running her tongue up and down it and taking the tip of it in her mouth while she worked the shaft with her hand and then taking it progressively further and further down into her mouth.
After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.
Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.
After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ, for another five seconds before pulling away.
Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.
“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Mason. “That was incredible.”
“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”
“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”
“If you insist,” she said as I laid her on the couch.
It was an L-shaped couch and Mason was on the connecting section, giving up lots of room to work. She was on her back, with her legs spread wide and her ass and pussy hanging just off the edge.
I didn’t waste any time, dropping to my knees and scooting up towards her and burying my face in her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she moaned as I went to town on her snatch, licking and tonguing it and getting it all wet and sloppy.
A short time later I got my fingers involved too, sliding two of them inside her pussy while I rubbed my tongue against on her clit.
Mason was moaning and groaning in pleasure beneath me as I worked her pussy with my mouth and fingers. She’d grabbed ahold of her heels, holding her legs up by her head and opening herself up to me even more.
Once I’d gotten her pussy nice and warmed up enough, I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.
We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.
“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Mason said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”
And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.
“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right fucking there!”
My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.
“Keep fucking me,” Mason said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.
I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.
“You like that shit, do you?” Mason said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”
“I love it,” I replied.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.
Instead of answering back, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.
“Oooohhh, getting a little nasty there, are you?”
“Just a bit,” I said, pulling my tongue off her asshole for a moment.
“Is that how you like it?” Mason said. “Are you an ass man?”
I nodded. “Is that okay with you?”
“Okay? Hell, I prefer it in the ass. Asses are my favorite thing in the world.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, replacing my tongue in her asshole with my fingers, just two of them, to start.
As Mason moaned and groaned and thoroughly enjoyed herself, I worked her asshole with my fingers, sliding them in and out in an ever-increasing pace while I buried my face between her legs.
Her pussy was soaking wet and wide open, allowing my tongue access to places deep inside her. And the more I worked her pussy the wider her asshole became. I slipped a third finger inside it, and a short time after that, a fourth.
With four of my fingers in her asshole and my tongue in her snatch, it wasn’t long before Mason came again, letting out a scream, followed by another stream of juices shooting out of her pussy and drenching my face.
Once she was finished, she grabbed ahold of my hair and yanked my head up towards her face. With my fingers still deep inside her asshole, she licked my face clean of her juices then slipped her tongue into my mouth and explored around.
“Enough screwing around,” she said after breaking off the kiss. Our faces were no more than a centimeter apart, our eyes locked together. “I need your hard cock in my asshole. Right now.”
“If you insist,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, I do, I do,” Mason said with a laugh as she threw her legs back and wrapped her ankles around the back of her neck, folding her body in half and opening herself up to me.
With her hands free once again, she grabbed my arm and gave it a yank, freeing my fingers from her asshole. Then she pulled them towards her face.
“I love the taste of my own asshole,” she said, slipping my index finger into her mouth and sucking on it. Once it was clean, she popped it out. “Especially when I’m getting fucked in it at the same time,” she added before sliding my other three fingers into
her mouth and going to work on them.
Getting the hint, I used my free hand to grab ahold of my harder-than-ever cock and slid the tip of it into her wide, gaping asshole. It went in easily, without much resistance at all. But despite the ease of entry, it was still a snug fit, as her anus squeezed against the entirety of my cock equally, even as I pumped it in and out of her.
Mason’s groans were muffled by my fingers, which were still planted firmly in her mouth, but they were still louder than before. Apparently she wasn’t kidding when she’d said she loved getting fucked in the ass.
As I increased the pace of my cock moving in and out of her asshole, Mason yanked my fingers from her mouth and guided my hand down towards one of her big, gorgeous tits and placed my hand on it.
I gave her tit a squeeze and she let out a little yelp that was full of pleasure.
“That’s right,” she said. “Squeeze my fucking tits while you hammer my asshole with your cock.”
Not one to turn down a request from a woman, I moved my other hand to her free tit and squeezed both of them at the same time.
“Harder,” Mason said, her breath ragged. “Give me all you got.”
I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the squeezing or the fucking, so I decided to give her both, hammering my cock in and out of her asshole while gripping my hands as tightly as I could around her massive tits.
“Is this what you want?” I asked between heavy breaths. “Is this how you liked getting fucked? Nice and hard?”
Mason bit down on her bottom lip and nodded her head vigorously. Her breaths were more shallow and quicker than before, and her mouth was opened slightly and little mewling noises were coming from her throat. She appeared to be in the throes of ecstasy.
Thirty seconds later she came again, using one of her hands to rub at her clit while the orgasm rode over her, sending even more of her pussy juices squirting out of her snatch and getting everywhere.
I had been steadily rising towards orgasm for a while, and her asshole squeezing my cock even tighter as she came very nearly put me over the edge.
Mason must have recognized the look on my face, as she gave me a wry little smile and said, “You’re just about to cum, aren’t you?”
I nodded my head reluctantly. For as much as I would have liked to continue fucking her ass, I knew I’d reached the point of no return. I had maybe half a minute left and that was it.
“Then bring your cock up here,” she said. “I want to clean your cock of my ass juices before you cum on my face.”
With Mason’s dirty talking turning me on even more, I quickly yanked my cock from her asshole and scrambled up the couch, straddling her body while I climbed to my feet on the couch.
Tightly gripping the back of the couch for support, I guided my cock into Mason’s open mouth and began to pump my hips forward and back, slamming my cock into her mouth while she groaned and gagged and choked beneath me.
I was somehow still able to hold off cumming for the time being, and thought I might even be able to continue doing so for a little while, but that thought was quickly squashed as Mason ran one of her hands between my legs.
Bypassing my sack, which I figured was her destination, she kept going until one of her fingers was between my ass cheeks, and then was rubbing my asshole.
I cursed under my breath and let out a low, animalistic groan, but was still able to keep myself from cumming, at least until the tip of her finger entered my asshole.
Once that happened, it was all over.
A deep, gasping breath, followed by a series of curses and then my entire body was shivering from head toe as the biggest orgasm I’d ever experienced racked my body.
Mason popped my cock out of her mouth as I started to cum but continued jerking me off, taking blast after blast of my seed onto her face, until it was covered in white. Her finger remained in my asshole until I was finished, after which she gently pulled it out then stuck it into her mouth.
Watching her suck my ass juices off her finger with a face full of cum was a treat, it was so dirty and nasty and filthy and awesome that I just shook my head and laughed under my breath.
“I take it you liked that?” she said after popping her finger out of her mouth.
“Yeah, you could say that,” I muttered, still smiling, as I flopped down onto the couch next to her.
“Was it everything you were hoping it would be?” she asked, turning to look at me. She was smiling as though she had enjoyed herself.
“That and more,” I said.
“That’s good to her,” Mason said. “I always like it when people leave satisfied.”
“Well I certainly am,” I said. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
“Were you satisfied?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” Mason said. “Why?”
“I just feel bad that I didn’t last longer,” I said.
“Don’t worry about how long you lasted,” she said. “You made me cum three times, which is more than I was expecting.”
“Really?”
“Hell yes,” she said. And while I didn’t necessarily believe her, she was a good enough actress that I came away not feeling too guilty.
“Well okay then,” I said.
“And besides, now you have something to shoot for next time we get together.”
Now that made me happy. An invitation back was more than I could have hoped for.
“Unless, of course, you don’t want to see me again,” Mason said, looking at me with a fake pout.
“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, playing along. But I couldn’t fake it for more than a few seconds and I broke out in a wide smile. “Nah, just kidding,” I said. “I’d love to get together again. Sooner rather than later.”
“Then it’s a date,” Mason said. “And next time we can actually get a little freaky instead of playing it safe.”
“Sounds good,” I said, thinking all the while: If what we just did was safe, what the hell was freaky going to look like?
I had no idea. But I knew one thing: I couldn’t wait to find out.
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HOTEL GYM SEDUCTION
TJ HOLLAND
Seducing men isn’t an art form, it’s a matter of simple numbers. Ask enough men if they want to fuck and eventually you’ll find one that will. Usually within a couple of minutes. Especially if you look like Brooke. 5’10, 135 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, toned body, a great rack, tight ass, long legs; she’s every man’s dream. She rarely get denied, and when she does, it’s no big deal, she just moves on to the next one.
Now, most people think seducing random guys is dangerous. But it’s anything but. Because Brooke does it the right way. The smart way. No seducing men at a bar, where they’re drunk and dangerous and you have to go home with them. Or at some party where anything can happen. No chance. It’s all about picking the right situation, one where you’re more likely to find a certain kind of man, one that you can trust (relatively speaking) and where help it not far away at all.
Brooke likes hotels. Especially the nicer ones near the airport. Businessmen, usually, with a little bit of a money and a job. Plus a family, which is always a plus, especially considering how most men treat matrimony these days. Most of the time she does her dirty work in the hotel gym. It’s good for a few reasons.
First of all, she gets to show off her body without making it look like she’s doing it on purpose. Shorts and a t-shirt or sometimes just a training bra are a great way to display her assets while also revealing plenty of skin. Plus the men usually aren’t wearing much either, which means they can’t hide anything. The running shorts they usually wear, with the thin material and high cuts make it pretty easy to see what they have going on down below.
Another benefit to the gym is its inherent solitude. A person is usually there by themselves, making it easier to talk without being in danger
of getting yourself in trouble because of witnesses. In fact, Brooke will often wait until the later hours of the night to make her move, when one man is in the gym all by himself. Not only does it make the man feel special, but the lack of other people cuts down significantly on the embarrassment factor.
One final added benefit is a simple one; only a certain kind of man goes to the gym. Usually younger, or at least in decent shape, and they usually don’t hate themselves, otherwise they wouldn’t bother making themselves better. Which is always a bonus.
As for the hotel itself, its advantages are pretty obvious. Namely, a room nearby, most likely empty except for the one person staying in it. Private but not too private; a room all to yourself but lots of people in close range, which usually keeps things from getting out of hand. Clean, a bed, a shower, all that good stuff. Plus the transitory nature of hotels is a big plus, especially the near a major airport. Not much danger of getting into an awkward situation down the road, for Brooke or for the man, which is always a big factor in these things.
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Brooke saw Walter in the hotel gym just after 10PM on a Friday night. He was a good-looking man in his mid-thirties, a shade over six feet tall, dark hair, a rugged face, and a well-maintained body.
She’d been trolling hotels in the area for a couple of hours, looking for the right man and the right situation and it looked like she found it.
After catching his eye and then chatting him up a little bit, she made her move, asking him for a spot while she did some squats. He obliged.
And once she was done she put her hand on his shoulder and said in a sexy voice: “There’s something else you can help me out with.”
He gave her a sideways glance, as though he hadn’t heard her right.
“Come on,” Brooke said. “You’re a good looking man. Don’t tell me the is the first time you’ve ever been propositioned.”
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