Very Naughty Babes - 4 Tales Of Extreme Sex

by AE Publications

  As much as I love Taylor sucking my cock, I’m about ready to move on. It’s about time I stick my cock in her and repay her for all she’s done for me. But before I make a move, Taylor runs her finger down my taint and starts rubbing the outside of my asshole with it. My anus is still wet and slippery from when she was working it with her tongue just moments ago, allowing the tip of her finger to easily slip into my asshole.

  An atomic bomb goes off in my head, reverberates through my body and travels down my spine.

  “Ohmyfuckingod,” I say, spewing it all in one word as I stare down at her with wide eyes.

  “You like that, huh?” Taylor laughs, grinning up at me like the devil.

  I nod my head quickly up and down.

  “Yeah, I thought you might,” she says, working her finger in and out my asshole, forcing it deeper inside of me.

  I let out a loan groan and grit my teeth.

  “It stings a little, doesn’t it?” Taylor says, still grinning widely, obviously enjoying herself and the power she has over me.

  I nod again.

  “But it feels good, too, right?”

  “Yeah,” I say, trying hard not to cum.

  “Now you know how I feel when you fuck my ass,” Taylor says, spitting on my asshole and continuing to work it with her fingers, moving faster now.

  “Yes I do,” I say.

  She smacks me hard on the ass, causing me to yelp.

  “No you don’t,” Taylor says, glaring at me. She sticks the index finger from her other hand up in the air, near my face. “Because this is what’s in your ass right now.” She drops the finger and uses the same hand to grab my cock, which is as stiff as it’s ever been in my life. “While this,” she continues, squeezing my cock as hard as she can, “is what goes in my ass.”

  “Fair enough,” I manage to say, still trying desperately not to cum. Something about her little lecture turns me on even more, perhaps the aggression in her tone, or maybe the look in her eyes, but probably both.

  Eventually Taylor slides her finger out of my asshole and sticks it in her mouth. After cleaning it of my ass juices, she says, “One of these days, I’m going to stick something closer to the size of your cock up your ass, what do you say to that?”

  The words come out of my mouth before I even know what they’re going to be. “I say bring it on.”

  Taylor’s eyes light up. It’s obviously not what she was expecting to hear. “I heard it!” she says. “It’s too late to back out now.”

  “I don’t want to back out,” I say. “Just make sure I’m more drunk than this before you try it.”

  “That shouldn’t be a problem,” she says, standing up. “But until then, I’ll just have to settle for your cock inside of me.”

  Taylor climbs atop me, straddling me, one leg on each side of my body and her ass resting on my legs, just below my hips. Staring right at me, she grabs ahold of my cock and pulls it back so the top of my shaft is pushing against her pussy lips.

  She grinds on my waist while slowly jerking me off, our eyes locked together, excitement and mischief in her eyes as she messes with me. Once she’s had her fun, she lifts herself up a bit, scoots forward until her hips are directly above mine then slides my cock into her pussy.

  She’s so wet it’s like slipping into a cup of warm oil.

  “Goddammit you feel so fucking good inside me,” Taylor says as she works my cock with her pussy, bouncing up and down on it in a steady, deliberate rhythm. “I love how your cock fills me up.”

  My hands naturally gravitate to her perky little tits, which are bouncing right in front of my face. I grope and squeeze them for a bit, then cup them with my palms and push up on them.

  This excites Taylor and gets her moving more aggressively against me, bouncing up and down on me quickly, taking the entire length of my cock inside her with every thrust.

  “You like it when I bounce on your cock?” she says, staring right at me.

  “I fucking love it,” I say.

  “Do you want me to ride you even harder?”

  “Yes please,” I say.

  She leans her body back, putting more of her weight on my hips and changing up the angle of penetration, then starts riding my cock faster and faster, her body slamming down onto me, smashing my balls at the bottom of every thrust, causing just a little bit of pain to go with my pleasure.

  I decide to return the favor, pinching her nipples between my fingers and giving them a good squeeze.

  Taylor yelps and glares down at me, but I know that she loves it. I also know that she’s going to pay me back by hammering me with even more intensity, making me more uncomfortable too. Which is exactly what I want.

  And she does, reaching back and grabbing my balls with her hand and squeezing them tight while continuing to pound her body down onto mine with everything she has.

  Both of us are grunting and moaning and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. But we both want more.

  I release my hold on her nipples but I’m just getting started. Rearing back, I smack one of her tits, eliciting a little yelp from her mouth, followed by a nasty smile.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I say, grinning up at her.

  Taylor nods.

  I do it again, this time to her other tit.

  She yelps again. Her breath is ragged now and her eyes are wild. She releases her hold on my balls and shifts her hand to her clit, which she is rubbing with reckless abandon.

  I smack her tits again, one at a time, at regular intervals.

  “Just like that,” Taylor screams. “Holy shit, just like that, just like that!”

  I continue smacking her tits while she slams away on her clit and her breathing rate increases, as does the loudness of her grunts, groan, and screams, until she goes over the edge. Her body tenses up and her hand freezes while pushing against her clit and then she releases with an animalistic groan as an orgasm courses through her body.

  Taylor shakes and shimmies and lets out a series of deep groans as the orgasm passes. But she doesn’t so much as miss a beat, continuing to pound away at me just as aggressively as before.

  She also decides to take some control back, grabbing ahold of my wrists and pushing my arms back near my head. Holding them against the back of the couch, one on either side of my head, Taylor continues to ride me like a cowgirl.

  “You had your little fun,” she says, staring down at me. “Now it’s time for me take over for a little while.”

  “Fine by me,” I say, relaxing my arms and letting her do her thing.

  Because she’s still holding my wrists up near my head, Taylor is leaning over me, giving her even more leverage to pound away on my cock. She’s lifting her whole body up and dropping it down onto me, impaling herself on my stiff cock, giving me her full weight with every thrust, causing me to grunt and groan with every pump.

  “You like it when I take control, don’t you?” Taylor says.

  “I love it,” I say.

  “It makes you want to cum, doesn’t it?” she says.

  “Hell yeah,” I say.

  Smiling wryly, she slams her body down on me some more, giving me all her weight, letting gravity help, not holding back at all.

  “Are you almost there?” Taylor asks a few seconds later.

  “Yeah,” I say.

  “Yeah?” she says. “Are you ready to make a mess of my pretty little face?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I say.

  “Then let me help you get there,” Taylor says, climbing off me and dropping to her knees between my legs.

  Normally, at this point, Taylor will take my cock in her mouth and suck on it until I’m ready to burst, either taking it in her mouth, or pulling off at the last moment to take my seed on her face, or her tits. But today she doesn’t wrap her lips around my cock. Instead, she grabs ahold of my cock with one hand and sticks the index finger of her other hand in her mouth and gets it lubed up, then slips it into my asshole.

  I suck in my breath and let i
t out in a low groan.

  “Remember this from earlier?” she asks, smiling up at me, jerking me off while simultaneously finger-fucking me.

  I nod. How could I forget?

  “Do you still like it as much as you did then?” Taylor asks.

  I nod again, unable to even speak now, I’m holding on so desperately.

  “Prove it,” she says, banging me harder now, her finger slamming in and out of my asshole while she jerks me off with her free hand. “Cum for me. Make a mess of my pretty little face.”

  I oblige her, finally allowing my body to relax. My orgasm comes moments later, my body spasming like never before, almost painfully, kicking and jerking as streams of sperm rocket out of my cock, shooting straight up into the air as Taylor continues jerking me off and fingering my asshole.

  I cum harder and longer than ever before, shooting eight streams from my cock, making a mess of the entire area. It’s everywhere, on my legs, the couch, my chest, Taylor’s arm, her tits, her stomach, her legs.

  Once my cock is finally dry, Taylor leans over and takes it in her mouth and sucks on the tip. Between her finger still in my ass and her post-orgasm blowjob, it’s too much to take.

  “Holy shit,” I say, squirming away from her. Laughing heartily, she reluctantly releases her holds on me, gives me a smack on the leg for good measure, then climbs up onto the couch with me.

  “Well,” she says. “What did you think?”

  “You know what I think,” I say. “You saw how hard I came.”

  “I must admit, that was pretty impressive,” Taylor says. “But I have a feeling it’s going to be nothing compared to how hard you cum next time.”

  “And why is that?” I say, even though I know the answer. I just like messing with Taylor.

  “You don’t remember what you said earlier?” she asks, grinning at me. She knows that I remember, she just wants to mess with me some more.

  “About what? Letting you fuck me in the ass?” I say.

  Taylor nods.

  “You didn’t think I really meant that, did you?” I say, trying to keep a straight face. And it works, at least for a few seconds. Then I start busting up laughing.

  “You little shit,” Taylor says, punching me in the shoulder. “You had me there for a moment.”

  “I tried,” I say. “But you know me too well. I always do what I say. And I said you can fuck me in the ass with a strap-on next time we screw around.”

  Taylor giggles and claps her hands exaggeratedly. “Yippee,” she says. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

  “If it’s anything like tonight, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

  “Trust me, it’ll be way better than tonight,” Taylor says. “In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you beg for me to do it to you more often after you’ve experience it once.”

  “I don’t know about that,” I say, laughing under my breath. “But I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

  “That we will,” Taylor says, leaning over to give me a peck on the cheek. “That we will indeed.”

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  BANGING HER ASS

  ESCORTS PREFERRED: VOLUME THREE

  RICKIE SHEEN

  Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don’t. That’s the essence of life, right? Sometimes you want one thing and sometimes another. Whether it’s food or alcohol or music or television, you’re always in the mood for different things, right? Why should sex be any different? I mean, seriously, think about how many poor souls out there have the same exact sex they’ve been having for years? More than want to admit it, no doubt. And why? Because they’re afraid their partner is going to get pissed if they ask them to try something different? Or they’re afraid of what it will lead to if their partner isn’t on board? Or the embarrassment their partner might make them feel the next morning if things don’t turn out the way they’d hoped?

  Most couples have enough problems communicating on regular, everyday, out-in-the-open things. How the hell do they expect to communicate when it comes to sex? And if one is a prude, or has low self-esteem in the bedroom, or is just plain too busy to have enough energy for sex? What then? Ho-hum, another couple minutes of missionary position and then let’s go to sleep, that’s what.

  But not me. No way, no how. I get what I want, when I want it, and how I want it. How, you may ask? Well, I pay for it, that’s how. And before you go yelling at me about the ethics of paying for sex, first of all, I ask, why the fuck do you care about how I live my life? And second, I’ll tell you that everyone pays for sex in one way or another. Whether it be by paying for dinner or the movies or rent or even in just emotional currency, the fact is, everyone pays. That I pay cash by the hour is really no different than how everyone pays for it. But you know what is different? I get my money’s worth. Every time.

  And if I feel like something specific that day—say, a tall leggy blonde who enjoys sucking cock—all I have to do is tell the person on the other end of the line what I’m looking for. And I get it. Just like that. Pretty cool if you ask me. No awkward pauses, no looking for a way to broach difficult subjects, no opening yourself up to embarrassment from the person you’re asking to try something different. I honestly don’t understand why more people don’t go this route. You get a hot chick, exactly how you want her to look, and you get to do exactly what you want to do to her in the manner in which you choose. What more could you possibly ask for?

  Take anal sex, for example. Can you imagine asking someone you’ve been in a relationship with for ten years and haven’t ever gotten anything more risky than a blowjob from if you can stick your cock in their ass? Good luck with that. If you’re lucky they’ll just laugh or you and think you’re joking. Or maybe just look at you as if you’re crazy. And if you’re unlucky they’ll never look at you the same way again, or worse yet, kick you out of the house. It just isn’t worth the risk. Not by a long shot.

  But me, if I feel like giving anal sex a try, all I have to do is make a phone call and ask to have a girl sent to me that loves taking it in the ass. No fuss, no hassle, no problem. Nothing beats it, I tell you. Well, I have been telling you, but nobody listens. Oh well, one day you’ll see the light. Until then, I’ll continue to regale you with tales of my own escapades. At least you can live vicariously through me instead of just groping around in the dark (although a few of you are probably doing that while living vicariously through me.) So without further ado, I give to a tale of anal sex, involving me and a hot, skinny, crazy girl who just loves it in the ass.

  For those of you who were expecting something different, a relationship of some kind, or professions of love, or snuggling or cuddling or whatever, consider yourself warned. There’s none of that in here. Just hot, nasty (and in this case, anal) sex. For those of you haters who complain that the scenes are too short or there’s not enough plot or characterization, what can I say? The stories are what they are. Tales of sex with various escorts I’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with over the years. I’ve never claimed that these stories are anything other than what they are. If they’re not for you, I’m sorry. If they are, you’re welcome. I hope you enjoy reading them as much I enjoyed experiencing them. Here we go.

  Not only am I in the mood for anal, I’m in the mood for some dirty, nasty anal. So when I make my phone call I tell the voice on the other side of the line that I’m looking for the dirtiest anal whore he can conjure up. The voice tells me they know just the girl, and that she’ll be right over.

  Thirty minutes later there’s a knock on the door. I open it she walks in.

  She’s wearing a tiny little neon pink red dress that barely covers her ass. No bra, revealing small, perky tits with firm nipples poking through the material. Her legs seen to go on forever; tan and skinny but well-defined, ending in 3-inch fuck-me heels. Short, disheveled blonde hair, barely down to her shoulders, blue eyes with a hint of crazy, ringed in black eye shadow. Small nose, thin lips with plenty of lipstick (the color matches her dress) and a look on her
face that says she’s ready and willing to get nasty. A nasty anal whore, plain and simple, just like I asked for. She’s eyeing me like a piece of meat, her head tilted slightly and a tiny scowl on her lips.

  My cock is rock-hard just looking at her. I pull it out and begin stroking it. That’s the beauty of hiring escorts; no need to mess around, talk things through, or waste any time. You both know what they’re here for; might as well take full advantage of your limited time and get right down to business.

  She flashes a dirty little knowing smile then drops to her knees and starts crawling towards me, her ass up in the air, moving from side-to-side in exaggerated swivels, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. She stops a few feet away from where I’m standing and turns so she’s sitting on the floor, facing me.

  She pulls her dress up and spreads her legs, revealing a little black g-string beneath. She throws her legs up and leans back and drags the g-string to the side and starts fingering her smoothly shaved pussy, rubbing it on the outside and then sticking her index and middle fingers inside. She doesn’t linger there long however, spending no more than a few seconds banging herself before pulling her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck on them, moaning slightly with pleasure.

  She pops her fingers out of her mouth. They are glistening with her spit. She runs them down her leg but bypasses her pussy altogether, instead heading straight to her perfect little pink asshole. First to enter is her middle finger, which she sticks in just a bit, barely past her fingernail. Her index finger is closely behind, slipping into her asshole with ease. She plays with her asshole for a couple seconds, her fingers going in and out in a practiced rhythm, her eyes still locked on my face as she fucks herself.