“You want some more wine?” I asked.
“I’d love some,” she replied. “And some water too.”
“My pleasure.”
I grabbed a bottle of wine I’d opened earlier to let breathe—Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap—plus two glasses and two bottles of water. I handed one of the water bottles to Nikki and drained one myself, then poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, sliding beneath her legs so they were laying on top of me.
“So how was it?” I asked as I undid her heels and let them drop to the floor. Now Nikki had nothing but her stockings on, which I didn’t plan on removing.
“It was great,” she replied.
“Any complaints?”
“None whatsoever,” she said, drinking from her glass.
“I didn’t get to your request,” I said.
“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Of course it is,” I said. I drained my glass of wine in one long pull and set the glass on the coffee table beside the couch. “You told me exactly what you wanted and now I mean to give it to you.”
Nikki giggled softly as I ran my hand up her leg and started rubbing her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass next to mine and opened her legs for me.
What she had called earlier “that thing with you fingers” wasn’t anything special, just your basic average everyday finger-fucking. What set me apart from the pack was three things:
First, my abnormally long fingers. They were a full inch longer than most men with the same sized hands as me. Which is a pretty big advantage when you think about it.
Second was my uncanny stamina. Twenty years of pitching a baseball had given my right arm a rubber-band like elasticity, capable of functioning under duress far longer than most other men.
Third, and most importantly, was my absolute enthusiasm for fucking a girl with my fingers. I don’t get why more guys don’t embrace this aspect of sex. It gets the girl off just as much as fucking her (and often more so) without any danger of premature ejaculation or any other embarrassing flubs on your end. You can quite literally get your girl off as much as you want without having to worry about fucking anything up. And if she’s already satisfied before you stick your cock in her you’ve already won. And more importantly, so has she.
Anyway, I started Nikki off slowly, with two fingers exploring various parts of the outside of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and teasing and occasionally slipping them in just for a moment at a time, reading her body language, sometimes giving her more of what she wanted, sometimes leaving her wanting more.
I gradually worked my fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, just like the noises that were coming from her throat. Curling the tips of my fingers inward, I went to work on her G-spot, putting pressure on the pebbly surface while I worked my fingers inside her, moving them faster and faster and faster still.
I threw one of Nikki’s legs over my shoulder and moved in closer towards her, altering the angle of attack slightly, allowing for a little different pressure point. She seemed to enjoy the change immensely, rising her hips up to accept my fingers and throwing her head back so she was staring at the ceiling while she aggressively bucked against me.
Inarticulate noises of pleasure were coming from her mouth, which were amplified when I reached around her leg and grabbed ahold of her right breast and started tweaking the nipple. I gave it a firm squeeze, which was immediately followed by a piercing yelp and Nikki’s head snapping forward to shoot me a glare that said, “Don’t you dare do that again.”
Smiling wryly, enjoying every second of domination I had over her, I slipped another finger inside Nikki, eliciting another gasp of pleasure followed by her eyes rolling up in her sockets. My fingers still curled inward, I slammed my hand up into her, the tightness forcing me to push harder to reach her G-spot. I grabbed her leg off my shoulder and pushed it back towards her head folding one side of her body in half.
Nikki had been in this position many times before and knew what I wanted without me having to tell her. She brought her other leg up and immediately hooked her arms around the back of her knees to hold her legs in place, allowing me to climb up further towards her and give myself a better angle to get where I needed to be.
From here I could get my weight behind my arm and easily reach her G-spot, even with three fingers inside her.
“Holy fuck that feels so good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy, working them feverishly back and forth, back and forth, ignoring the burn in my forearm. “Right there right there right fucking there!”
I could feel her body tensing beneath me as she rose towards orgasm, which just fueled me to go after her pussy even faster and more aggressively, giving everything I had to help her get there. And it wasn’t long before she did, gripping her legs more tightly to keep them from flinging back at me, her pussy quivering, trying to force my fingers out but I was having none of it, holding them inside her, the tips pressing forcefully against her G-spot as she came in a rush of breath and a wordless squeal of pure delight.
Her body shuddered and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath but I didn’t let her, going back to work with my fingers almost immediately.
“Okay, okay, enough already, enough,” she said between gasping breaths, grabbing at my arm, trying to pull it away.
“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not done yet.”
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.
“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”
“No, I can’t,” she said, pulling more insistently at my arm. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”
“Soon,” I said, pulling my fingers from her clit and slipping them back into her pussy. “In a little while, I promise. But first I need to finish you off.”
“I’m finished,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“No you’re not,” I said, slipping yet another inside her pussy, making it four total. “You’re not finished until I say so.”
“Holy fuck,” Nikki groaned, her voice a guttural growl, her mouth turned up in a snarl. She shook her head and closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breaths were ragged and labored and entire body was shaking.
I worked her pussy with my fingers, no longer able to reach her G-spot but filling her up in ways that my cock couldn’t, pressing against the side walls of her vagina, stretching her out, slamming her with as much force as I could muster, my hand practically disappearing inside her.
“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod,” she cried in one breath, practically in tears now, her head thrown back and her hands gripping her ankles, pulling her legs back, muscles taut and rippling, skin shining with sweat. “I’m gonna fucking come again holy shit here I cum again ohmyfuckingod!”
As she came I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing her clit, eliciting yet another harsh gasp from Nikki as I rubbed my fingers in that spot that she loved so much, that she always touched when she wanted to get herself off. It wasn’t long before she was trying to back away from me, get me to relinquish the hold I had on her pussy.
But I was having none of it. Recalling what she said earlier, I was going to keep playing with her pussy even after she begged me to stop, until she couldn’t take it anymore, then keep on doing it. That’s what she asked for, that’s what she was going to get. It was what she wanted after all, at least on some level. And I always gave her what she wanted.
So as Nikki tried to squirm away I slipped two fingers back inside her pussy and grabbed her leg with my free hand to keep her from escaping. Laughing, I tickled her insides why she twisted and tried to get away from me, her eyes glaring evilly at me behind the runny mascara caused by her tears.
Nikki tried to spin out of my hold but I went with it, using her momentum
to turn her over onto her stomach without letting my fingers slide out of her pussy. Now I was in a position of complete control, able to hold her down with ease while I finger-fucked her from behind.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” she cried, drawing the word out so it was on her tongue for a full five seconds. Her whole body was heaving by now and her voice had taken on a pleading quality. “Make it stop make it stop make it stop please make it stop.”
And so I did, pulling my fingers out of her pussy and sliding off her legs, finally allowing Nikki some respite. She took a couple minutes to catch her breath then ran her fingers through her hair and turned around to face me.
I had a glass of wine waiting for her, having poured it while she was recovering from my onslaught of fingers. I handed her the glass and she downed half of it in one drink.
“Better?” I asked, drinking from my own glass.
“Much,” she said, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“Was that what you were hoping for?”
“And then some,” she said.
“It wasn’t too much, was it?” I asked.
“No. Close, but not quite. It was exactly what I needed.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“Never,” Nikki said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. That’s when she noticed my cock. “Holy crap, it’s still stiff as a board.”
“And has been the whole time,” I said.
“The whole time?”
“Ever since we got back to the room.”
“Holy crap,” she said, grabbing ahold of it. “It never went down at all?”
“Not one bit.”
“Is it the Viagra?”
“I’m sure that’s part of it,” I said.
“How long do you think you can go before it wears off?”
“I have no idea,” I said, finishing my wine. “But I think we should try and find out.”
“You want to go again? Already?”
“Sure. Why not? I’m still as hard as I’ve been all night. Why not put my cock to good use? Unless, of course, you need to take a break.”
“Me? Take a break? When have I ever needed a break?”
“I don’t know,” I said, taunting her with my smile and tone. “You seem a little worn out . . .”
“Worn out? Not a chance,” she said, an evil little smile worming its way onto her face as she climbed atop me. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
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ANAL ACROBAT
THE ANAL ADVENTURES OF JOSH EVANS: VOLUME FIVE
AARON GRIMES
Josh Evans is one lucky motherfucker. I mean, it’s bad enough that he’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars and extremely good-looking and gets to go to the best parties all over the world, which are populated with gorgeous women that are just praying that he takes them up to his room for a night of insane fucking. But once you add in the fact that he scores with ease on nights when he’s just minding his own business, that’s when things start to feel just downright unfair.
This evening is a perfect example. Josh is staying overnight at a hotel in downtown Chicago, recovering from a particularly draining couple days of partying with some former ballplayer friends of his before heading off to Lake Tahoe for a celebrity golf tournament the next day. It’s almost five o’clock when he realizes that he hasn’t eaten all afternoon. So he grabs his wallet and walks out the front door, heading down to a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant he saw on the way in.
He waits in line and orders his food. A minute later he gets it, finds a table over by the window, sits down and eats. No more than thirty seconds after that he’s approached by a tiny, super-hot, dirty blonde girl in her early twenties dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Despite her loose clothes, Josh can tell she’s sporting a rocking body. And her face is cute as shit; big eyes, small nose, perfect lips, tan skin.
The girl introduces herself as Taylor and asks if they’ve met before. Josh assures her that they haven’t; he’d have recognized her if they had. She tells him she’s a dancer, maybe she’s seen him in her club before? He tells her he’s never been there. She asks him about a couple more places but he’s never been to any of them. Taylor doesn’t seem convinced but eventually she believes him that they haven’t met.
But Josh tells her that she may recognize him. Does she watch baseball? She says she doesn’t. He asks her a couple more questions but doesn’t get the answers he’s looking for. Eventually she apologizes and turns to walk away.
Josh stops her, asks her if she wants to join him. Taylor looks him over quickly, then agrees to.
Ten minutes later they’re done eating. Josh throws away their plates and they get up to leave. Shortly after walking out onto the sidewalk, Taylor asks Josh if he wants to come over to her place. She says she normally doesn’t do this sort of thing but there’s just something about Josh that intrigues her.
Josh, of course, accepts. He hadn’t even considered this possibility when he’d left his hotel room but now that it presented itself there was no way he could turn it down. Taylor was just too damn hot and he was just too damn horny.
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Five minutes later Josh is on the couch in Taylor’s living room. She lives in a small but nicely furnished apartment five blocks from his hotel. Her roommate is at work and they have the place to themselves.
Josh picked up a six-pack on the way over and they’ve just recently finished the beers. Taylor tells him to wait on the couch while she goes and gets changed into something more comfortable. She disappears into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later Taylor comes out of her room wearing nothing but a black tube-top, leopard-print panties and a pair of black platform heels. Plus a gold ankle-bracelet on her right leg. Her body is ultra-thin and rock hard, with long legs and a washboard stomach, perky, good-sized tits, and a super-tight ass.
Taylor asks Josh if he likes what he sees and he nods emphatically. Then she starts to dance for him, showing off some sexy moves that highlight her flexibility, which is off-the-charts.
After dancing for a few minutes, Taylor flashes Josh a dirty little smile and drops to her knees. She starts crawling towards him with her ass up in the air, her eyes locked onto his.
Taylor comes to a stop a couple feet away from Josh then sits on the floor, facing him with her legs spread wide. She yanks her leopard-print panties to the side, freeing up her freshly-shaved pussy, then sticks two fingers inside. She fingers herself for a little while then pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. She cleans them of her juices then sticks them back into her pussy.
Fondling her breast with one hand, Taylor fucks herself with the other, slamming her fingers deep into her pussy. Juices are pouring out of her, drenching her hand and pooling on the floor beneath her. Her head is thrown back, showing off the slim hollow of her neck.
While Josh watches, his cock getting harder by the second, Taylor slips her fingers out of her pussy. She smacks her pussy a couple times, sending her juices spraying. Then she moves her hand down and slips her middle finger into her asshole. Taylor slides it in and out, moving slowly, getting herself loosened up.
After she’s good and loose, Taylor adds her index finger to the fray, squeezing it into her asshole as a little gasp escapes from her mouth, followed by low moan. She works her fingers in and out of her asshole, slipping them deeper and deeper inside with every pass. It isn’t long before they are both completely disappearing inside her.
While Taylor stares directly at Josh, she drops her other hand down between her legs uses it to rub her clit. She’s breathing hard now and her moans are rising in intensity.
As Josh watches intently, Taylor gives herself an orgasm, her body tensing up for just a moment before releasing with a gasp and a spray of her pussy juices.
Once that passes, she slides her fingers out of her ass then spins on the floor so she’s facing away from him. She climbs onto her hands and knees, doggy-style, her ass sticking up in
the air a few feet in front of him.
Taylor takes the fingers that were previously planted in her asshole and sucks on them, cleaning them of her ass juices and coating them with saliva. Then she runs her hand across her back to her ass. She slaps her own ass hard enough to leave a red mark, then plunges the same two fingers back into her asshole and starts working them around.
Up until now, Josh has been content to simply watch. But no longer. He climbs off the couch and walks over towards her until he’s standing between her spread legs, her ass directly beneath him.
Holding his rock-hard cock in his hand, Josh drops to his knees. While Taylor continues fingering her asshole, Josh slides his cock into her wet, waiting pussy. He fucks her pussy while she holds her fingers deep in her asshole.
He starts off slow but quickly speeds up, the moans of pleasure coming from her mouth fueling him. He hammers away at her, occasionally varying the depth and angle to keep things fresh. She pulls her fingers out of her ass and licks them clean, then spits a wad of saliva on them and goes back to working her asshole while he fucks her pussy.
Josh grabs ahold of Taylor’s ass cheeks and spreads them wide, opening her up even more, giving him deeper access to her pussy and making her asshole gape.
Taylor takes advantage, slipping a third finger inside her asshole. She bangs away at herself before eventually pulling her fingers out to suck them clean once again.
This time Josh takes the reins, pulling his cock out of her pussy and immediately sliding it into her asshole as soon as it’s vacated by her fingers. Even though her ass is tight and tiny, her anus is not, and it takes his cock easily, opening up to accept it as though they are specifically meant for each other.
Immediately after his cock is situated firmly in Taylor’s asshole, Josh climbs to his feet until he is squatting over her, then pushes her head and shoulders down to the floor, forcing her ass higher up into the air, giving him a better angle to work with.
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