Jack drops his asshole onto my mouth again and rides my face for a few seconds, but his heart isn’t really in it. It’s clear he’s ready to move onto something else.
Grabbing me by the hair, he stands up, lifting me up in the process. He hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my waist, and hoists me up. Then he spins me around and drops me on the couch, this time on my back but upside down. My legs are draped over the back of the couch and my head is hanging just off the cushion.
Facing me now, Jack drops to his knees. His raging cock is resting on the underside of my chin. He smacks me with it a couple of times and then sticks it in my mouth.
My head is hanging down, the blood rushing to it, while Jack fucks my face, slamming his cock in and out of my mouth in a fast but steady rhythm. He grabs ahold of my tits for more leverage and proceeds to slam his cock into my mouth with more intensity, his balls slapping against my nose with every thrust.
Saliva is pouring down my face, getting in my eyes and into my nose. It’s everywhere, coating my face, getting stuck in my hair, dripping onto the floor. All in all I’m a disgusting mess. But I’m loving every second of it. As evidenced by my soaking wet pussy.
Jack pumps my mouth a few more times before giving it to me balls deep, stuffing his cock all the way down my throat and holding it there.
I’m able to take him for a good ten seconds without any problem before gagging. But instead of pulling his cock out Jack just uses my vulnerability to force his cock even deeper into my throat. I gag again, a little harder this time, and follow it up with a heavy cough that expels some deep-spit from my mouth.
On a purely rational level, I know I have plenty of air in my lungs to survive for quite a bit longer, but my body doesn’t listen. It thrashes and bucks of it’s own accord. But Jack knows just as well as I do that there’s no danger yet, so he doesn’t let up one bit, keeping his cock planted firmly in my throat as I continue trying to squirm away.
My legs start banging against the back of the couch and I do everything in my power to get away from him but it’s all in vain. I simply don’t have any leverage.
And still Jack isn’t letting up on me at all. If anything he’s using my distress to try and force his cock even deeper inside my throat. My hands fly up and try to push him back but he’s too strong and no matter how much effort I put into it I can’t get him to budge one bit.
“Stop fighting it,” Jack says. “Just relax. You’re fine.”
I know he’s right but I still can’t stop my body from thrashing.
“I’m not going to let you breathe until you can get control of yourself,” he says. “Stop fighting me and I’ll give you what you need.”
I try to get control over my body but it’s difficult. Not getting air makes it act on it’s own. I manage to quell most of my flailing, save for the occasional gag. But that’s probably due more to my body starting to shut down the non-essential parts more than me getting control over it.
My world has started to turn gray around the edges and I’m filled with a strange euphoria. I seem to float out of my body, up near the ceiling. I’m looking down on Jack leaning into me, his cock still planted in my throat. I can hear his voice but it’s distant and tinny, like it’s coming from an old transistor radio.
“That’s better,” Jack says. “Five more seconds and I’ll let you breathe.”
He starts to count down.
“Five,” he says, his voice barely audible.
Then, “four.”
But I don’t hear the rest.
The next thing I know the world explodes in color. I’m gasping for breath and coughing and squirming and trying to make sense of things. I’m pretty sure I passed out but I’m not positive. The only thing I know for sure is my pussy is open wide and soaking wet and I’m hyper sensitive throughout my entire body.
Jack’s been here before; he knows exactly what to do. He doesn’t waste any time, spinning me around so I’m facing him. He pushes on the back of my thighs, lifting my ass up to give himself a better angle. I know exactly where he’s going and hook my arms under my legs, holding them in place.
He slips two fingers inside my pussy and starts to bang away, not even bothering to take it slow.
I groan and try not to screams as he fingerfucks me, his hand moving quickly against me, his fingers curled up at the tip, allowing him to reach my G-spot.
He pauses just long enough to slide another finger into me, then goes back to pounding my wet pussy, his fingers filling me up while sliding in and out of me with increased intensity.
“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” I groan, my legs shaking and my vision blurry. Something about getting finger-banged has always turned me on. I love it almost as much as getting fucked proper. Sometimes even more.
Jack pauses one last time to slip a fourth finger into me before again slamming away. I stifle a scream as the pressure builds, threatening to overflow.
He reaches out with his free hand and wraps it around my throat. Staring down at me, his eyes locked onto mine, he chokes me while continuing to bang my pussy with his fingers, his whole hand practically inside me by now.
The intense pleasure from his fingers makes me breathe harder, but his hand chokes off my air supply, which turns me on even more, which forces my body to search for more air, which increases the sensation, which brings me closer and closer to cumming.
And then I’m nearly there, my body tensing up in preparation of release. I’m poised right on the edge of a body-wracking orgasm, held off only by the lack of oxygen getting to my lungs.
Moments later, Jack releases his grip on my throat, and doing so, brings a tidal wave of an orgasm crashing down all at once. My pussy gushes juices all over his hand and my body shakes and shimmies and I let out a tremendous, wordless scream.
But Jack isn’t done. Not yet.
Before I’ve even had a chance to recover he slides his cock into me and starts pounding away, his hands on the back of my legs, pushing them down onto the couch alongside my head.
Leaning into me, his entire bodyweight on top of me, Jack fucks the shit out of me, his rock-hard cock slamming in and out of my pussy with relentless aggression, his balls slapping up against my asshole.
Loud, continuous groans are coming out of my mouth of their own accord. I have no control over my vocal chords anymore. No control over anything, actually, which is exactly what I was hoping for when I came to see Jack. He’s delivered on every level, just like he always does.
His hands wander from my legs to my tits. He squeezes them while he continues fucking me, his body slamming into mine, giving me his cock balls-deep with every thrust.
“Give me that fucking cock,” I say, staring right at him, our eyes locked together. “Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”
My talking riles Jack up, as he starts giving it to me even more intensely, hammering away at my pussy with everything he has.
He’s close to cumming now, I can see it in his face.
“That’s right,” I say. “Punish me, baby. Make me pay. Make me fucking pay!”
Jack’s grunting like a caveman now, his eyes wide and his face red and sweaty. He’s getting closer. One of his hands slide up and grabs a fistful of my hair. Squeezing tightly, he holds my head down while continuing to hammer away at me.
“Goddammit,” I scream. “Own my fucking pussy. Own me!”
“Shut your mouth,” he says, smacking me in the face. “Shut your fucking trap.”
I smile and say, “Do it again,” knowing that it’ll help him finish me off.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice, reaching out and smacking me again.
“Harder,” I say. “Slap me like you mean it.”
Jack slaps me again. The sound is like a gunshot in the small room.
“Harder!” I scream.
So he does, smiling wickedly at me.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
His smile grows wider as he slaps me ag
ain, hard enough to make my cheek sting.
“That’s better,” I say between gasping breaths. Getting smacked around is turning me on just as much as it’s turning him on, if not more. “Again.”
He does.
“Again,” I say.
Jack smacks me again. And again. And again, without me having to ask for it any longer.
My face is tingling and tears are leaking out of my eyes but I’m enjoying every second of it. And so is he. I can see it in his face. He’s going to cum any moment now.
“Cum on my face, baby,” I say. “I want you to make a mess out of my slutty little face.”
“Holy fucking shit,” he says, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth and pulling his cock out of me.
I slide off the couch and drop to my knees and wrap my hand around his cock and take it in my mouth.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says while I blow him, my hand and my mouth working in unison, jerking and sucking him off at the same time. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
I slide his cock out of my mouth but continue jerking him off, the saliva from my mouth allowing me to squeeze his cock tightly while it flies over his shaft.
“Come on baby,” I say, telling him exactly what he wants to hear. “Paint my face with your cum. Make me pretty. Make me fucking shine.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he says as his body tenses up for a moment then releases, shooting ropes of white sperm out of his cock and all over my face.
I take one squirt on the chin and one on the forehead, then I open wide and let some of it in my mouth. I continue jerking him off, his cock spitting out the last remnants of his sperm, sending it flying. Some gets in my hair, some on my chest, some even on my legs.
I play with his cock until it’s all but empty, taking it in my mouth at the very end to suck the final last couple of drops out. He
Jack is looking down at my sperm-splattered face, smiling goofily, all his previous tough-guy attitude completely melted away. Now that he’s shot his load, he’s just a typical man, nothing special about him whatsoever. They’re all the same after they’ve cum. It’s the male curse.
“Wow, you are one dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he says, shaking his head and laughing softly. He holds one hand down to help me up.
“The dirtiest,” I reply, grabbing ahold of his offered hand and standing up. I lean in towards him. “Care to give me a kiss?”
“Yeah, right,” he says, backing away quickly. “I’ll get you a towel though.”
“Thanks,” I say as he grabs a towel from the bathroom and tosses it my way.
Neither one of us says anything else as I clean myself up and slip my jacket back on. After tying it off I head for the door. Now that I’ve got what I needed from him, there’s no reason to linger. Especially since he’s lost his mojo.
It’s not until I reach for the doorknob that he finds the balls to say anything to me.
“Feel free to call me anytime you want,” he says, his voice lacking confidence. “I’m always here for you.”
“I know,” I say, flashing him a little smile. Then I turn, open the door, and walk out, closing the door behind me. On to my next conquest.
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FILTHY REQUESTS
FILTH AND LUSTING IN LAS VEGAS: SESSION TWO
JT HOLLAND
It always makes laugh whenever anyone is uncomfortable when the subject of sex comes up.
Sex is a natural part of our lives, something we can’t live without, at least not happily. Especially when it’s between two people that care about each other, regardless of whether or not they’re married. And it should be celebrated, not frowned upon.
It took me a while to get this idea through my head. I’d grown up in a Christian household, where sex was demonized from as early as I can remember thinking about it. Sex is evil, it’s dirty, it’s a sin against God, you can’t talk about it, you can’t think about it, if you play with yourself you’ll go blind, all that shit. I was petrified of it. And embarrassed. Feeling guilty about jerking off, about looking at nude pictures, even about getting a boner.
Even in college, after I realized just how ridiculous and backwards that sort of thinking was, it was still tough for me to get over my reservations. I’d learned to suppress most of the guilt from having sex, but certain things, like taking charge of a sexual situation, or being willing to push the boundaries in the bedroom without were all but lost on me. That deep-rooted guilt just didn’t allow me to do certain things.
And then Nikki came along for the second time. From our earliest days together she started working on me, helping me get over my issues, pushing me towards getting more comfortable, not only in bed itself, but outside of it too. Talking about sex, discussing our wants and desires openly instead of trying to drag it out of each other like most couples.
It was slow at first, and I resisted, thinking that “normal” people don’t do those kinds of things. It embarrassed me; I wasn’t really all that comfortable in the bedroom and certainly not discussing sex outside of it. Even once I got over my doubts and got into the swing of things, that strange combination of guilt and embarrassment would inevitably rear its ugly head. I was always worried that the sexual component was somehow going to cause problems the next morning, or down the road somewhere.
But it didn’t take long before I started to realize just how enlightening it was to be open about sex. Especially with someone you love. Once it became apparent that no matter how freaky we got it wasn’t going to lead to any awkwardness or embarrassment or issues whatsoever, it was easy to give in. And once I fully gave in, there was no turning back. Nor did I want there to be. It was just too much damn fun.
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Dinner was incredible. We didn’t mess around with any salads or crap like that; we went straight for the main course. Steaks. New York Strip for me and Filet Mignon for Nikki. Plus chocolate sin cake for dessert. Not to mention two more bottles of wine while we ate. By the time we were done eating we were getting funny looks from the other diners. But we didn’t care. Not one bit. We were drunk and aching to get back to the room and if the tables near us overheard what we saying to each other, so what? It wasn’t our fault they weren’t comfortable enough with sex to hear it discussed by a couple of strangers.
Walking through the casino was a blast. Upon leaving the restaurant we’d decided to see how much we could get away with before security got involved. As it turned out, in Vegas, you can get away with almost anything short of fucking right there in the middle of the casino.
During our time across the floor we made out, groped each other, talked aloud about what we were going to do to each other once back in the room, fondled each other’s private parts and generally made a spectacle of ourselves without getting in trouble. Don’t get me wrong, there were quite a few dirty looks and some thinly-veiled comments but nothing serious.
The elevator was quite an adventure too. We were the only ones inside, so I stuck the key card into the slot and pressed the button for the 47th floor. Nikki was all over me the moment the door closed, pushing me back against the wall of the elevator and sticking her tongue in my mouth while she rubbed my cock, which was pressing painfully against the thin material of my pants and had been for some time.
“Good old Viagra,” she said. “It just doesn’t quit, does it?”
“I think it has more to do with you than the Viagra.”
Smiling, she dropped to her knees.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I said.
“No, but I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Nikki said as she unzipped my pants with practiced ease, reached in and slipped my cock out.
Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Nikki took my cock in her mouth and proceeded to blow me while I watched the numbers above the elevator door rise into the mid 20’s. I looked down to watch her work when suddenly the elevator slowed down. I snapped my head up, saw that we were still in the 30’s, and quickly pulled Nikki to her feet. I turned her around and pulled her in close
so her lower half was pressing up against my cock, hiding it from view as the elevator came to a stop on floor 35.
Nikki’s hair was mussed up and there was a little bit of saliva on her chin but she didn’t care. In fact, I knew she got off on this sort of thing. It was probably the reason why she’d gone down on me in the first place, just hoping that something like this would happen.
A little bell dinged and the doors opened, revealing a balding, middle-aged man in a bathrobe with a bucket of ice in his hands. He saw us and immediately understood what was going on. He hesitated a moment then stepped into the elevator, his face already starting to turn red. He pressed the button for the 36th floor and shot us an embarrassed look as the doors closed.
“The ice machine was broken on my floor,” he said sheepishly. He was holding the bucket of ice directly in front of his groin, no doubt to hide the swiftly growing tent.
“Don’t you hate that?” Nikki said, smiling broadly at looking right at him.
The man nodded and looked down at the floor. I just stared straight ahead, looking at Nikki in the mirrored walls of the elevator, trying not to burst out laughing. She caught my gaze in the mirror and gave me a wink.
The elevator rose one floor, dinged and stopped again. The doors opened and the man hustled out into the hallway without another word.
We were laughing uncontrollably before the doors even closed behind him. I stuffed my cock back in my pants and the elevator started moving again.
“So do you have anything special you want me to do to you tonight?” I asked as the elevator rose towards our floor.
“Are you taking requests?”
“If you’ve got any.”
“Oh, I’ve got a couple things in mind.”
“Like what?”
“For starters, you know that thing you do with your fingers?”
“Of course.”
“I want you to do that until I’m begging you to stop,” Nikki said, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “And then I want you to keep on doing it, and keep on doing it, and keep on doing it until I’m going to fucking explode.” She turned her head and flashed me a wicked smile. “And then I want you to do it some more.”
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