He ordered her to open her mouth, which she did. Then he stuck his cock in her mouth and with his hand still holding a fistful of her hair, proceeded to fuck her face. A few pumps later and he was pulling his cock out to shoot his load all over her face. Steve came liked he’d never cum before, three huge streams, spraying her face with his milky-white sperm, his load covering her entire face. She’d kept her mouth closed, saving her from that indignity, but his cum was everywhere else; chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, even getting some in her hair.
“You’re right,” Shyla said. “That wasn’t so bad.”
She started to climb up and go for the papers to be signed but Steve stopped her.
“What?” she said.
“Not yet,” Steve replied.
“What do you mean, not yet? We fucked. You came. We’re done.”
“Yes, we fucked, and yes I came, but we’re not done. The session’s not over. I’m ready to go again.”
“Bullshit,” she said. “You’ve never cum more than once in a day, let alone twice in a row.”
“That was the old Steve,” he said. ‘This is the new one. See? My dick’s still hard. And I’m still ready to go.”
“Too bad,” Shyla said.
“For you, maybe,” Steve said.
“You said one last fuck.”
“I said one last fuck session. And last I checked, an orgasm didn’t end the session.”
“Last I checked, it did.”
“Bullshit,” Steve said. “I’ve seen you go for hours at a time with your new boyfriend, with not a single break in between. And I know he came more than once during those sessions. I saw it with my own eyes.”
Shyla looked at him with a weird combination of anger and resignation. But the resignation was all that Steve cared about. It told him that she knew he was right. Which meant that he was going to get his way.
“Fine,” she said. “But if you start to soften up at all, we’re done.”
“Seems fair enough.”
“Now can I go get a towel to wipe this stuff off my face?”
“No,” Steve said. “Don’t touch it. I want to fuck you with my cum still on your face. I want it to remind me how much of a slut you really are.”
A flash of pleasure skittered over Shyla’s face and Steve realized that she actually did enjoy getting treated like this. She was a true slut, through and through. Again he kicked himself for not taking advantage of it sooner. But at least he was taking care of it now. Better late than never.
He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and went back to work.
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Steve came twice more before the day was up, but that was nothing compared to Shyla, who came at least five more times by his count. Even when he got exactly what he wanted she still was able to get more out of it than he was. Their marriage in a nutshell.
After the last romp they were sitting naked on the couch next to each other, sharing a cigarette, looking like they could have been a happy couple. Then they started talking.
“If you would’ve fucked me like that earlier I wouldn’t have started cheating on you,” Shyla said.
“If you hadn’t started cheating on me I would have never known you liked to get fucked like that,” Steve replied.
“Well, maybe if you would’ve tried it you would’ve found out.”
“Maybe if you ever sober enough to fuck me I would have tried,” Steve said.
“Yeah, well maybe if you weren’t such an asshole I would have been sober more often.”
“And if you weren’t such a bitch I wouldn’t have been such an asshole.”
“Whatever,” Shyla said, standing up and grabbing the stack of papers from the table and handing them to Steve. “Just sign so we can end this relationship for good.”
“Fine,” Steve said. “Just give me a pen and let’s get it over with.”
Shyla reached into her purse, pulled one out and handed it to him.
Steve flipped to the last page and scribbled onto the line that called for his signature. He closed the papers up and handed them to Shyla.
Her relief was painted on her face as she folded the papers up without looking and stuffed them into her purse. Then she straightened herself out and without another word, turned and headed towards the front door.
A couple seconds later the door closed. Steve leaned back in the couch, pleased with himself. Not only had he just stuck it to his wife, he had done so in more ways than one. Unless she was married to Mickey Mouse, the signature on her divorce papers wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Smiling, he turned the TV on and grabbed himself a beer. Life was good.
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DIRTY LITTLE SPINNER
TAYLOR JORDAN
Stacy Barnett parks her Mazda RX-7 in front of Josh Carroll’s house and walks towards his front door.
It’s their first date. Stacy has thought Josh was cute for quite some time but figured he wasn’t her type of guy. She likes her guys rough and tumble and perverted. And Josh didn’t seem like that at all. He was cute enough, sexy even, but he was extremely quiet and came off as a bit of an antisocial, loner type.
But apparently that wasn’t the case at all. He was just shy. As it turns out, one of Stacy’s coworkers has a friend that went to college with Josh, and word is, once he gets comfortable around someone, he’s quite the party animal. And perverted as hell. A real freak in bed.
Once Stacy found that out, she marched over to his office and asked him out.
She had no problems taking the lead; in fact, it was precisely her style. And if she had to take control in bed too, she had no problem with that either. In fact, she got off on that sort of thing.
As she knocks on Josh’s door, she decides to start things off with a bang. Literally. There was no reason to wait until after the date to make a move; the date part was all pretext anyway. Might as well get right to the heart of the matter.
Josh opens the door and greets Stacy and invites her in. As soon as she enters, she turns around just inside the door, and immediately drops to her knees. Josh closes the door behind him, locks it, and turns around. His eyes go wide as he sees her looking up at him with big, blue, needy eyes and hands that are already undoing his belt.
“What are you doing?” Josh asks. But his eyes are sparkling and he’s looking at Stacy with good humor. He’s clearly enjoying this turn of events.
“Skipping the appetizers and going straight to the main course,” Stacy says as she finishes undoing his belt then unbuttons his fly and pulls his pants—boxers and all—to the ground.
Josh has a pretty good sized cock, not enormous but by no means small. And it’s sticking straight out, as hard as a board.
“Not bad,” Stacy says, “Not bad at all.”
“Why thank you,” Josh replies, still smiling.
“What I really want to know is if you know what to do with it?” she says.
“The real question is; do you?”
Instead of answering, Stacy goes right to work.
She slips his cock into her mouth and sucks on it until it’s hard, then rises to her feet. Turning around so her back is to Josh, Stacy slips out of her black dress, leaving her in only a black G-string and heels. Smiling over her shoulder at him, she walks forward until she’s standing near the wall.
Once there, Stacy leans over at the waist, her hands on the wall to help her balance, her legs straight, muscles taut, her ass sticking out.
She flashes another looks over her shoulder at Josh, then slaps her ass cheek. Giggling, she slaps it again. Still looking back at him, she hooks her fingers under her panties and pulls on them, bending over with her legs still straight as she slides them off.
Completely bent over at the waist, Stacy looks at Josh from between her legs and beckons him over. As he makes his way towards her, she straightens up, then reaches back and grabs one ass cheek with each hand and spreads them wide, opening her ass up to him.
Josh drops to his knees and buries his face bet
ween her cheeks.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Stacy says as Josh goes to work on her pussy, running his tongue up it, licking it like there’s no tomorrow.
Stacy releases her ass cheeks and grabs two handfuls of Josh’s hair. She pulls him towards her, smashing his face against her flesh. She holds him there, smothering him with her ass, his tongue buried deep in her pussy and his nose pressing up against her asshole.
Stacy can feel Josh struggling to breath but she holds him in place for a full 10 seconds before letting him go. His head snaps back and he gasps for breath.
“Do you like that?” she asks, looking back at him. “Do you like it when I smother you with my ass?”
Josh nods his head vigorously. His smile is threatening to split his face in half.
“Yeah, I thought you might.”
Stacy grabs ahold of Josh’s head once again and pull his face towards her. But this time she drops her ass a little bit lower, so his tongue is directly in line with her asshole.
Josh knows exactly what she wants and he obliges, running his tongue in circles over her asshole before plunging the tip of it inside her anus.
“There you go,” she says, grinding her ass against his face. “Lick my dirty shithole, you filthy little bastard.”
Apparently her dirty talking turns Josh on, as he starts to go after her asshole with more energy.
“Holy fuck, that feels so fucking good,” she says. His tongue is deep in her asshole as he struggles for breath beneath her.
Eventually Stacy lets him go, heaving and gasping.
“Not bad,” she says, looking down at him over her shoulder. “Not bad at all. But now I want your hard cock inside me.”
Still grasping Josh’s hair, Stacy uses it to pull him to his feet. He pushes his body up against hers, his cock pressing against the crack of her ass.
Stacy reaches back and grabs ahold of his cock and smacks it against her ass cheek a few times before slipping it into her soaking wet pussy.
They both let out little groans of pleasure as Josh enters Stacy. He tries to take things slow, but she don’t let him, bouncing her ass back against him with so much force that he almost loses his balance.
“Come on big boy,” she says, taunting him just a little bit. “What are you waiting for? Fuck me like you mean it.”
Josh obliges, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her back towards him as he fucks her from behind. He hammers away at her pussy, giving her his cock balls-deep, his hips slamming against her ass with every thrust as he grunts like an animal.
Stacy is loving Josh’s newfound intensity, but still she needs more. And over the years she’s learned that the easiest way to get that from a man is to appeal to his ego.
“Is that all you got?” she asks, turning her head to look back at him. “Come on, you can fuck me harder than that.”
Josh takes the bait, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her upper body against the wall, smashing her tits against it. Stacy turns her face sideways and plants one palm against the wall on either side of her head to balance herself as he pummels her from behind.
“Is this what you want?” Josh snarls, leaning in so his mouth is right next to her ear. “Do you want me to shove you up against the wall and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow?”
Gasping, Stacy nods her head.
“Fine,” Josh says. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
He puts his open palm against the side of her face and pushes on it, holding her head against the wall.
“What about this?” he asks, still hammering away at her pussy. “Do you like this too?”
“I fucking love it,” Stacy says, spitting the words out between deep breaths. She can barely talk she’s so turned on. “Give me everything you’ve got. I can take it.”
Grinning like a madman, Josh spreads his legs and starts pounding away at her like never before. With his right hand he smacks her ass while still holding her face against the wall with his left.
“Smack me again,” Stacy growls. “Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am. Pummel me! Break me in fucking half!”
So Josh does, spanking her ass repeatedly, the sounds filling the room like gunshots. His left hand creeps down her face a little bit and he slides three fingers into her open mouth.
Staring right at Stacy, his face a mask of concentration, Josh pulls down on her jaw while slamming his cock deep into her pussy.
All the rough stuff has Stacy ready to burst. But she needs something to get herself over the top. So while Josh fucks the shit out of her and slaps her ass and fills up her mouth with his fingers, Stacy slides her hand down and starts aggressively rubbing at her clit.
With all the different stimuli, it isn’t long before Stacy cums, the orgasm passing through her system quickly but intensely while Josh continues doing his thing, oblivious to what just happened.
But despite his obliviousness to her recent orgasm, he’s obviously having a blast. In fact, Stacy can see from the look on his face that he’s fighting an orgasm. She’s not through with him yet, however, so she shifts her hips forward and forces his cock to slide out of her pussy.
Before Josh can complain, Stacy quickly drops to her knees and turns around to face him, her back now towards the wall but not pressing against it. Before he can say a word, she uses her tongue to clean her juices off of his cock.
“I love the taste of my pussy juices,” she says in between licks, staring up at him the entire time. “Especially when I’m licking them off a man’s hard cock.”
Josh barks a harsh laugh and shakes his head, smiling all the while. He’s clearly enjoying Stacy’s slutty side.
Once Josh’s cock is clean, Stacy wraps her lips around the tip and starts to suck on just the head. Still maintaining eye contact, she works the tip of his cock with her mouth while her hand works his shaft.
“Do you like that?” she asks, pulling her mouth off his cock for just a moment. “Do you like it when I suck your cock after you’ve been fucking me?”
“I fucking love it,” Josh says.
“Well that’s good,” Stacy says. “Because so do I.”
She takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to blow him proper, taking him three-quarters of the way down with every pump.
After bobbing on Josh’s cock for a while, Stacy pulls back and takes a deep breath. Then she put her arms behind her back and hooks her hands together.
“I want you to fuck my face,” she says, looking up at him. “I want you to pretend that my mouth is my pussy and fuck the shit out of it. Can you do that for me, tough guy?”
With one side of his mouth turned up in a little smile, Josh nods.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Stacy says. She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out.
Shaking his head softly from side to side as though he can’t believe his luck, Josh grabs ahold of his cock, steps forward, and slides it directly into Stacy’s mouth.
Josh doesn’t waste any time at all, pummeling Stacy’s mouth with his cock right from the get-go. With his hands on her head to control her, he slams his cock in and out of her mouth, forcing her to gag repeatedly and drip spittle down her chin and onto the floor.
“You like this shit don’t you?” Josh says. “You like being controlled, being forced to do things and having no say in it.”
Stacy nods as best she can while Josh continues fucking her mouth.
“You are such a dirty fucking little whore,” Josh says, his tone filled with wonder. “You truly can’t get enough, can you?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, jamming his cock as far as he can into Stacy’s mouth, forcing her to deepthroat him.
Josh holds his cock there, deep in Stacy’s throat, with his hands on the back of her head, keeping her in place, for a full ten seconds before finally releasing her.
Stacy’s head flies back and she gasps for air, coughing and gagging but still smiling. The tears leaking from her eyes is causing the mascara
to run down her cheeks, towards her chin, turning Josh on like crazy.
“You want more, don’t you?” he says, smiling like a demon.
“I want all you’ve got,” Stacy replies.
Laughing, Josh gives her a smack across the cheek.
“Like that?” he says.
“Exactly like that,” Stacy says.
Josh smacks her again, harder this time.
Stacy lets out a yelp but her smile grows wider and she starts playing with her pussy to help herself deal with her growing excitement.
Josh’s excitement is growing too, and after a few more smacks he pushes Stacy backwards so the back of her head is against the wall. Grabbing a handful of her hair to hold her head in place, he orders her to open her mouth wide.
After she does, he slides his cock into her mouth, shoving it more than halfway in and then thrusting his hips back and forth, face-fucking her.
As Stacy gags and makes slurping, choking sounds, Josh pummels her face, giving her everything he has, then slams his cock deep in her throat once again and holds it there.
After ten seconds, Stacy tries to turn her head away to catch her breath but Josh doesn’t let her.
“No, no, no,” he says. “You’re not done yet, slut. Not until I say so.”
A few seconds later, Stacy gags and a torrent of saliva runs out of her mouth and onto the floor. She tries to move away again but Josh isn’t done yet.
“Just a little bit more,” he says.
Stacy obliges, calming herself while Josh holds his cock deep inside her throat. A few seconds later he finally backs away, letting his cock slip out of her mouth.
Gagging, she takes a moment to catch her breath, then starts working herself further beneath him. While he stands over her, looking down, Stacy takes one of his balls in her mouth and pulls down on it.
“Holy shit,” Josh says, staring down at her.
Stacy pops his testicle out of her mouth and starts sucking on the other one, while Josh moans and groans above her.
After a bit, she grabs his sack and pinches it off, creating a little pocket with his balls on the inside. Josh lets out a little grunt, then sucks air into his lungs as she takes both balls into her mouth at the same time.
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