by Megan Rose
Holding her cheeks together with my hands, I dry-fucked the crack of her ass, my balls slapping against her pussy as I bounced back and forth against her.
“Enough of this shit,” she said. “I need your cock inside me.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up towards mine. “You’ll get my cock when I’m ready for you to have it,” I said. “Got it?”
She nodded, smiling all the while, having gotten exactly what she wanted out of me. I pushed her head back down and went back to work.
After a few pumps I released her ass cheeks, freeing my cock, then guided it towards her pussy. She moaned as my cock entered her.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Gabriella said. The excitement in her voice was obvious.
I started off slowly, giving her my whole cock in controlled thrusts. Looking down at her ass, I watched my cock as it moved in and out of her pussy. It was glistening with her juices; her pussy was tight but she was so wet it didn’t matter one bit.
“What’s the problem back there?” she asked, turning to look back at me once again.
“What do you mean?” I said. “You wanted me to fuck you and now I am.”
“But why are you taking it easy on me?” Gabriella asked. “This isn’t exactly my first time around the block. There’s no need to get me warmed up before slamming your cock into me like you mean it.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked, even though I knew it was exactly what she wanted. “For me to fuck you harder?”
“You’re damn right,” she said. “It’s what I always want.”
“Fine,” I said. ‘Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I quickly began to pick up steam, still giving her my entire cock with every pump but moving faster against her. It wasn’t long before our bodies were slamming together, my hips bouncing off her ass at the bottom of every thrust, my balls slapping up against the underside of her belly as my cock jammed into the walls of pussy.
Her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth, biting down on her groans so as to stifle any sounds of enjoyment trying to escape her lips, pretending like my actions weren’t affecting her at all. Seeing this, I began to pummel her even more aggressively, using her hips for leverage, giving her everything I had. Her entire body moved a couple inched forward every time we came together.
“Is that better?” I ask without slowing down one bit.
“A little bit,” she said between thrusts. She still wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of making any of the noises that normally came with a good fucking but I could see in her eyes that she wasn’t going to be able to hold out for long. Especially if I ramped things up even further. “But I need more.”
I gave her a good hearty slap on the ass. She flinched but held her squeal inside.
“Like that?” I asked.
“Exactly like that,” she replied, breathing hard.
I smacked her ass again. Another flinch but still no noise. So I slapped it again. And again. And again until it was bright red. Tears were running down her eyes but still she made no sounds, neither of delight nor pain.
I relaxed for a moment, leaving my dick inside her but not moving for a few heartbeats. I needed to recover. The little break allowed her the same opportunity.
“Was that all you got?” she said after catching her breath. Her tone was sarcastic but the look on her face painted a different story. She was enjoying herself immensely.
“No, I’ve got more for you.”
“Then give it to me already,” she said. “I’m waiting for the good stuff.”
Smiling fiercely, I went back to work, picking up right where I left off, pummeling her pussy without any build-up. I grabbed ahold of her hair and gave it a yank, forcing her to arch her back and changing up the angle of penetration, allowing me deeper inside her.
I got up off my knees and slid my feet under my legs. Crouching down so as to not allow my cock to slip out of her pussy, I took a couple steps forward until my legs were straddling her body, giving me far more leverage than ever before. Maintaining my grip on her hair I started hammering away at her like there was no tomorrow, my legs working feverishly beneath me. Her body threatened to collapse every time I reached the bottom but somehow she maintained her position.
Gabriella was no longer holding back, no longer quiet. Her screams of pleasure were loud and guttural, animalistic to the extreme, finally betraying the nastiness that she was known for. It was as if a damn had burst in her throat and she was no longer trying to convince me that I wasn’t giving it to her hard enough.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I pummel her. “Give me that cock. Give it to me! Right there, right fucking there! Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked! Yes! Yes! YES! Treat me like the little fucking whore I am!”
Her talking riled me up even further, bringing me right to the point of orgasm. I realized it was a good thing she’d kept quiet until now otherwise I never would have lasted this long.
I let go of her hair and slowed down in an attempt to keep from cumming too quickly but she didn’t let up one bit, bouncing her ass back against my cock, doing all of the work. It felt too good to try and get her to stop.
“Holy shit,” I said a short time later, my orgasm right around the corner. “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Yeah?” she said, looking back at me.
I nodded my head. I couldn’t have talked right then if my life depended on it.
“Right now?” she asked.
I nodded again.
She quickly pulled away from me, releasing my cock from her pussy, and spun around. Before I had realized what was happening she had taken my rock-hard cock in her mouth and was sucking me off like there was no tomorrow.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, letting her know that my explosion was imminent. I was expecting her to slip my cock from her mouth and jerk me off to completion, taking my sperm on her chest or maybe even her face, but instead she took my cock all the way down her throat and held it there, just like she had when I almost came earlier in the evening.
That was the final straw. My body tensed up and then released in a shuddering burst, spraying my cum straight down her throat while she stared up at me, holding my eyes with her own, her mouth engulfing my cock as I spasmed a couple more times, sending another couple shots of cum down her throat.
She took it in stride, swallowing my load down with ease, even milking my cock of every last drop of sperm before finally releasing it from her mouth.
“Now that is what I’m talking about,” she said, falling onto the floor. She was on her back, looking towards the ceiling.
“Did that do it for you?” I asked, flopping down next to her.
“Yeah, that will hold me over for a while,” she said. “A couple of hours, maybe.”
“That’s it?” I asked, only half-joking.
“What can I say?” Gabriella replied. “I just can’t get enough.”
“Apparently not,” I said.
“I appreciate the effort though,” she said.
“My pleasure,” I replied as I started gathering up my clothes.
“See you in a couple days?”
“Yeah, if that works for you.”
“Of course it does,” she said, rising up to her tip-toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. “But maybe next time we’ll have a few drinks beforehand, take things a little further.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, pulling my clothes on. “I’ll bring the drinks.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Gabriella said.
She saw me out the door, closing it behind me. I figured she’d be on the phone, calling up another one of her guys within minutes, but I didn’t care. Besides, there was a reasonable chance I would be calling up another girl before the night was up anyway.
Anything goes with sex in 2014. It’s a brave world out there.
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THE HOTTEST SLUT EVER
For those of you who don’t alr
eady know, I love escorts. For many reasons, but mostly because you always know what you’re getting. Namely, laid. Without any hassle, without any bullshit, without the slightest worry. Just a phone call and a few hundred dollars and you can make any of your wildest fantasies a reality. One of the few certainties in an increasingly uncertain world. That being said, even a complete control freak like myself occasionally likes a little uncertainty. Not enough to wonder about whether or not I’m going to get laid, mind you, but sometimes I don’t want to know beforehand exactly how the night is going to go. Believe it or not, every once in a while, even I like a little mystery. So on this night, when I call that special number I tell the familiar voice on the other side of the line that I don’t have a specific preference for that night. Looks, attitude, style, body type; it doesn’t matter. Surprise me. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but for me that’s going out on a limb. Curious to hear how it turns out? Then continue on.
I’m just finishing my fourth Jack and Coke when the doorbell rings. I jump up and head towards the door, more excited than usual to see what I have waiting for me. Usually I take a nice long look out of the peephole to satisfy my curiosity—not to mention make sure I like what I see before I let them in my hotel room—but on this night I decide to continue with the uncertainty theme and open the door without taking a look.
As I watch her enter the room my uncertainty grows even further. I’m a creature of habit, and even though there’s a certain level of variation with the girls I order, it’s generally superficial; their hair color, the size of their boobs, their personalities, that sort of thing. At their core, the girls are always very similar. They’re young, they play up their slutty side, and their bodies are either tall and athletic or small and petite. That’s just the way I like them. But not this girl. She’s different.
First of all, she’s older. 27, maybe 28. Not old by any means but older than what I’m used to. Second, she’s got enormous tits. Practically the size of my head. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you, but again, it’s different. She’s very tall—practically my height even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She not fat, not even close, but she’s definitely healthy, from her huge rack to her midsection to her relatively large (but admittedly sexy) ass to her powerful, figure-skater legs. She’s wearing normal clothes; blue jeans, a partially open leather jacket revealing a black bra underneath and black shoes. She’s got a gorgeous face, with big brown eyes, full lips and long, wavy brown hair. Her makeup is subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like a movie star than a slutty escort, which there’s absolutely nothing wrong with, it’s just not what I’m used to.
“You’re disappointed, aren’t you?” she says in a slightly scratchy, smoky voice. The smirk on her face implies that she’s not bothered at all by this, merely amused.
One of the best things about hiring escorts is you don’t have to worry about lying to save their feelings. It’s much easier to tell the truth to a woman when you’re paying for her services.
“I wouldn’t put it that way,” I say. “I’m just . . . uncertain.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re just different, that’s all. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re hot and all, you’re just not what I’m used to.”
“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it? You wanted to try something a little different, right? At least, that’s what I was told.”
“Actually, it is.”
“So why are you stressing over it?” she says. “You’re getting what you wanted, right? Even if you didn’t know exactly what it is you were getting?”
I offered a little chuckle. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Then just relax,” she says as she steps in closer and places a hand on my chest.. “I promise you’ll have a great time. Possibly even the best time you’ve ever had with a girl.” Her hand runs down my abdomen and over my crotch. My cock flutters a bit and her smirk grows into a knowing smile. Her voice drops to an alluring, nasty whisper. “Because while those young little sluts may have tighter bodies and prettier faces I guarantee they don’t know half the things I do. Or enjoy fucking nearly as much as I do.”
A tingle goes through my body and settles into my cock, which is growing more stiff with every word she utters. Suddenly I realize I’m no longer uncertain about this night, merely excited. Excited as I’ve ever been. She senses it too, or perhaps she just feels it filling up her hand, but either way she grabs my arm and leads me to the couch on the other side of the room.
Once there, she turns me around so my back is facing the couch and gives me a little push in the chest, sitting me down. She leans in towards me, her face mere inches from mine. I can smell peppermint on her breath.
“Now just sit back and relax and let me do my thing,” she says as she unzips the rest of her jacket and slips it off. She then flicks her hair to one side and unclips her bra and lets it fall to the ground, setting free her glorious tits. She grabs one, starts playing with it, then brings it up to her mouth and starts sucking on the nipple.
She looks at me, sees me staring at her, pops her nipple out of her mouth and gives me a wide smile.
“You like these, do you?” she says, squeezing her tits together.
I nod.
“You want to suck on them and slap them and fuck them, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I manage to squeak through my dry throat.
“I bet you do,” she says with a laugh.
She undoes her belt and then the buttons on her jeans, one at a time, slowly, savoring each one, building my anticipation. Once all the buttons are free she turns around so her ass is facing me and bends over at the waist, her legs straight. She wiggles out of her jeans slowly, revealing her round, perfect ass an inch at a time, deliberately torturing me.
Finally her jeans are off. The only clothing still on her body is a tiny black g-string. She drops onto all fours, her ass still facing me. She reaches around with her left hand and starts rubbing her pussy through the black panties. She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me.
“What about my pussy?” she says. “Do you want lick it and slap it and fuck it too?”
“Very much so,” I say. The words sound pathetic coming out of my mouth but I’m beyond caring.
She laughs again and turns and crawls towards me. When she reaches me she stands up and steps forward and straddles me—one leg on each side—then leans forward and shakes her tits from side to side, her nipples brushing up against my mouth. I grab one tit in each hand and squeeze. She grabs the back of my head and pulls it forward, pressing it into her chest. With my head between her massive tits, I squeeze them together, smashing my face between them. I stick out my tongue and lick her chest, tasting the sweat off her skin. She releases some of the pressure and I pull back, sliding my mouth over to her rock-hard nipple. I take the nipple in my mouth and suck on it greedily, still squeezing her other tit with my free hand. She moans and throws her head back.
“That’s right, baby, just like that,” she says as she slides back and forth on my crotch. “Suck on those fucking titties.”
I pop her nipple out of my mouth and move towards the other one to even out the score. A few seconds later she leans in towards me again. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, pulling it from her nipple. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and runs her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She releases her mouth from mine and slides down my body until she’s on the floor, her head between my legs.
Working frantically, she undoes my belt, pops the button on my pants and then unzips my zipper. She pulls the pants and my boxers off me and throws them to the side, freeing my rock-hard cock. She immediately goes to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works my balls. She then pops the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth drops further and further down my cock with every thrust, her hea
d bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.
I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull it back so I can get a better view of what’s happening. This just seems to excite her further as she attacks my cock with even more energy than before. She looks up at me and winks and then my cock disappears completely as she deep-throats me. She holds my cock in her throat for a full five seconds, her nose pressing up against my stomach, her hand still working my balls the whole time. Then she gags and pulls her head back, releasing my cock from her throat, the tip white from the constriction.
She gathers up the saliva from her deep throat and spits it on my cock and again starts to stroke it. She’s looking right at me with a little smile on her face as she adjusts her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits are at the same level as my cock. She leans in closer to me and spits on my cock one more time then sticks my dick between her tits.
“Oh my god,” I say as she wraps her tits around my cock, squeezes them together, and starts to bounce.
“You like that,” she says. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”
I nod as she continues to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke. She squeezes harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure is nearly unbearable as she continues to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce.
And then she releases my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knows exactly how close I am to blowing my load.
“Oh no you don’t,” she says. “I’m not through with you yet.”
She climbs up on to me and straddles me again, her feet sitting on top of the couch so she’s squatting over me, controlling everything. She grabs my cock in her hand and slides her pussy onto it, working the tip of my cock around the edges of it, slipping it in just a hair before snatching it back out and rubbing it along her snatch a little more. She does this two, three, four times, torturing me but also serving to warm herself up further. By the time she’s done her pussy has gone from merely wet to practically dripping. And when she slides my cock inside her it slips in without the barest hint of resistance.