“Another one,” he says, still standing over her, still holding her legs wide. He’s forcing himself to wait, building anticipation.
She slides a third finger in and slams away. Her pussy is making slurping sounds it’s so wet.
“Another,” he says.
Jasmine does as she’s told. Her breath is rapid now, her face turning red. Low moans are coming from her throat. She’s staring right at him.
“Pull your fingers out of your pussy and stick them in your mouth,” Eric says. “Lick them clean. One at a time.”
He watches as she cleans her fingers off. He’s practically shivering with excitement. He needs to stick his cock in her. Now.
“Grab ahold of your ankles,” he says.
She extends her arms and grabs her ankles, keeping her legs in the same position he had them in. Spread wide, muscles taut, glistening with sweat, tight as hell. And enticing as fuck.
“Hold your legs wide, just like that,” Eric says. “Don’t fucking move them. No matter what.”
She nods.
He drops down to his knees and sidles up to her. He slaps his cock against her pussy a couple of times and then slips it inside her. It goes in without resistance. Throughout this whole ordeal, she’s remained soaking wet, as though her pussy is a running faucet.
He immediately starts slamming his cock into her, not even bothering to take things slow. He’s far too wound up for that. And she’s far too wet. So he pounds the shit out of her, his cock going balls deep in her pussy, his body hammering hers, making it difficult for her to keep her legs extended.
But Jasmine plugs on like a trooper, holding them tight even though her leg muscles are quivering from the effort.
Her pussy is snug but not tight, providing just enough sensation for him to feel the pressure but not enough to make him feel like he has to slow down for danger of cumming too soon.
Eric continues pounding away, Jasmine’s breathing growing more and more rapid along with her moans and grunts as he slams into her, but still she holds her legs tight.
Taking it on as a challenge to get her to fold, Eric starts rubbing her clit with his thumb.
Jasmine’s groans intensify and her legs start to buckle.
“Hold them there,” he says. “I didn’t say you could relax.”
She throws her legs back to where they were but her face reveals how difficult it is for her to hold them there.
He goes back to work on her clit while fucking her with even more intensity.
She’s practically screaming now, her legs muscles shaking as she tries desperately to hold them in place despite everything forcing them down.
Eric is almost willing to let her relax, but first he wants to mess with her some more. He stops rubbing her clit but wraps his hand around her throat. So now he’s choking her while he’s fucking her, making it impossible for her to hold her legs in place for long.
Her mettle surprises him though; even as her face is turning red she still holds on to her ankles, keeping her legs tight for a good fifteen seconds before suddenly folding.
Smiling, Eric releases his hold on her throat. He watches Jasmine closely as she gasps for breath. His cock is still inside her but he’s not moving against her. He needs a break just as much as she does. But his cock feels too good where it is for him to pull it out. So he just stands there with his cock inside her pussy, taking some time to recover.
It’s a good thirty seconds later when he’s finally ready to go again.
“Are you ready to get fucked some more?” he asks.
Jasmine nods.
“Beg for it,” Eric says.
“Please fuck me,” she says, her voice taking on a slightly higher-pitched, pleading tone. “Please stick that big cock of yours inside me and pound the shit out of me until I can’t take it anymore. I want it. I need it. Give it to me. Please.”
Shivering with excitement at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth, Eric grabs the backs of her legs and pushes them towards her until her knees are alongside her head, folding her in half and lifting her butt up off the couch.
He climbs to his feet and puts one knee on the couch to give himself more leverage and slides his cock into her pussy and proceeds to pound her while holding her legs in place up near her head.
“Holy fuck,” she cries as he slams his cock into her, their bodies bouncing off each other in a mass of frenzied flesh. “That feels so fucking good.”
His balls are slapping up against her backside as his hips grind into hers at the bottom of every push.
“Pound me,” she says, staring right at him. Her voice is lower than before, guttural, animalistic. “Fucking pound my pussy with your cock.”
Every word she utters just increases his intensity. Pretty soon he’s fucking her with the entire length of his cock in fast, aggressive pumps, trying to break her in half with every thrust.
By now Jasmine’s mouth is open and her words have turned into inarticulate cries. Her head is shaking from side to side and her eyes are wide and her body is quivering and shaking and sweating and beautiful.
Eric releases one of her legs and shoves his fingers in her mouth, gripping her jaw tightly while he fucks her.
She sucks on his fingers while her hands play with her tits, slapping and groping them hard enough to leave marks.
He pulls his hand from her mouth and wraps it around her throat.
“You like that?” he says. “You like getting choked while I fuck you?”
She nods, her eyes wide, her face red.
Jasmine’s pussy is more inviting than it’s been all night; it’s as though something inside her has opened up and is trying to engulf his cock. Eric feels like he can fit his whole body into her. And the feeling gets him wound up to a point he’s never before experienced. He completely lets go of all his inhibitions and totally opens up on her, slamming into her with an intensity he’s never before reached, hammering his body into hers.
Jasmine’s eyes start to roll up in her sockets and Eric suddenly realizes he’s been choking her with the same intensity as he’s been fucking her.
He lets go of her throat.
Jasmine gasps for breath and makes animalistic sounds beneath him. Her face is flushed and her eyes are wide and full of need and lust and looking directly at him.
They stare at each other while their bodies move against each other, their eyes locked as though they are the only two things in the world.
And then, just like, Eric is ready to cum.
He scrambles up towards her, his legs outside of hers, keeping them pinned up near her head, and sticks his cock in her mouth. He pumps her mouth a couple of times and then pulls it out and jerks himself to completion, spraying her face and open mouth with his sperm.
It’s the biggest load he’s ever shot by far, leaving her face a gooey white mess of cum. Jasmine swallows down what made it into her mouth and uses her finger to clean off the rest of her face and sticks that in her mouth and swallows it too.
Laughing under his breath and shaking his head, Eric falls down onto the couch beside her.
“You truly are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he says.
“I told you before,” she says. “I’m the filthiest.”
“You certainly are,” he says, marveling at how easily she took everything he had to offer. And from the looks of her, she could have taken a whole lot more.
As if reading his mind, Jasmine reaches over and grabs ahold of Eric’s cock, which is no longer hard but not exactly soft yet either.
She starts jerking him off but his cock is still too sensitive for any action. It needs a break. And so does he.
He’s done. Not only physically, but mentally as well. Whatever pent-up anger and frustration he’d had towards his ex-wife was completely gone, just like that, all because he was able to do whatever he wanted to some other random girl. It’s amazing what a good fucking can do for one’s mental state of mind. At least for the short term. He’s completely spent
, in more ways than one.
“That’s it,” Eric says, gently grabbing her arm to stop her from jerking him off any more. “I’ve got nothing left.”
Smiling as if in victory, Jasmine shrugs and releases her hold on his cock.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything else you want to do to me?” she says. “You still have a few minutes on the clock.”
“There’s a whole lot more things I want to do to you,” he says. “I just can’t do any of them tonight. At least not within the next few minutes.”
She laughs. “I could put on a show for you. Do a little dance. Play with myself some more. Whatever you want.”
“I think you’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” he says. “Putting up with all my crazy demands.”
“It was my pleasure,” she says. “Besides, this was nothing compared to some of the shit other guys put me through.”
“Really? Like what?”
She waves her hand dismissively. “You don’t want to know.”
“Actually I do,” he says. “Consider it my last demand while I’m still on the clock. Tell me the truth for the next few minutes.”
Jasmine laughs. “If you insist. It’s your money.”
“So tell me about what these other guys do to you.”
“Oh you know. Facesitting, heavy bondage, toilet dunking, bodily wastes. Pretty much anything you can think of. And quite a bit of stuff you probably couldn’t.”
“And you enjoy it all?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she says. “Some of it I don’t particularly enjoy. Not that I mind doing them, but not everything is on my list of things I’d choose to do if it were up to me.”
“Is it ever up to you?”
“Sure,” she says. “There are plenty of guys that want me to take control. Some of them have some pretty detailed lists of what they want me to do to them. Including some of the stuff I mentioned before.”
“People actually pay you to do those things to them?”
“Absolutely,” she says with a smile.
Eric laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “You really love your line of work, don’t you?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“I can tell,” he says. “So you’re not just a submissive, huh?”
“Nope,” she says. “I do it all. No request is too dirty, too shameful, too disgusting. I’ll do whatever you want, as long as I know ahead of time what it is so I can be prepared.”
“So if I called you up again and said I wanted to stick my cock in your asshole you’d have no problem with that?”
“Not at all,” Jasmine says. “Of course, it’ll cost you a little extra, but I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass.”
“What about other women?”
“I do that too,” she says. “Like I said before, anything you can think of. As long as I know what to be ready for, of course.”
“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave you another call some time?”
“I’m already looking forward to it,” she says, patting him on the leg and climbing up off the couch. “And on that note, our time here is up. Thanks for being such a gentleman.”
“And you such a professional,” he says as she picks her dress up off the floor and slips it over her body, hiding it for good on this night.
“That’s what I pride myself on.” Jasmine slides her sandals on and grabs her purse.
He lifts himself off the couch and walks over to the door and opens it for her.
“Thanks, hon,” she says, walking towards him.
“My pleasure,” he says.
She stops to give him a quick peck on the cheek. “Until next time,” she says over her shoulder as she walks out the door and disappears around the corner.
“Which is going to be sooner than it should be,” he says under his breath.
Eric closes the door behind him and gets back to the real world, already missing Jasmine. He has a feeling this is the start of an expensive habit. But he also has a feeling that it will all be worth it.
He’s right on both counts.
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THE TEEN SLUT DOWN THE STREET LOVES ANAL SEX
JEREMY HOLMES
The first month after I started hooking up with Holly, the nineteen year-old slut down the street, it was pretty basic stuff. So basic that our little affair almost ended before it even really got started.
Luckily Holly and I had a little heart-to-heart, and we both came to the realization that things needed to get a lot more adventurous, and right soon. So the second month we got a little freakier with each other, nothing too crazy but a lot more physical. She told me that she liked it rough, so I gave it to her rough, pounding her pussy, pulling her hair, smacking her ass, her tits, occasionally her face.
Not to be outdone, she gave it back to me just as much as she got it, riding me until my cock was raw, bouncing up and down on me hard enough to give me bruises, even hitting back on occasion.
All in all, things were progressing nicely. We were fucking at least three times a week, sometimes more, and Holly seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as I was. Not wanting to push too fast because she was so much younger than me, I generally followed her lead on when to turn things up a notch. It was a role she relished and it didn’t bother me one bit letting her take the lead. Little did I know where it was going to eventually lead . . .
***
It was almost 10 PM and I was nursing a beer in front of the television, watching ESPN when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone but figured it could only be one of a couple people, so I climbed off the couch and headed towards the door. While I was on my way the bell rang again, followed by a brief burst of knocking.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I said, a little annoyed by all the commotion. “Hold your horses, I’m coming.”
I looked through the peephole and was surprised to see Holly standing there. She came over unannounced all the time but never this late. Not even close. I opened the door, wondering if something was wrong. But from the look on her face it quickly became apparent that everything was fine. She was smiling profusely and her eyes were glowing with mischief. I knew that look. She was horny as shit.
“Whatchadoin?” she asked in a sing-song, playful voice.
“Just chilling out,” I said, looking her up and down. She looked very casual, with almost no makeup and her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wearing a white t-shirt that left her midriff exposed and a tight, tiny pair of pink shorts and a pair of flip-flops on her feet. As far as I could tell she didn’t have a bra or panties on.
“Mind if I chill out with you?” she asked, still smiling.
“Not at all. Come on in.”
I stood aside and she walked past me. I shut the door and watched her cute little ass working behind her tiny pink shorts as she made her way into the living room. She took a seat on the couch, her legs curled up underneath herself. I sat down next to her.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” I asked.
“What, can’t I just come over and hang out with you?” she replied.
“Of course you can,” I said. “But you never do. Every time you come over you want something.”
“And what is it that I always want?”
“My cock,” I said.
“Well, what makes you think tonight is any different?”
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you giving me such a hard time, pretending like you don’t know why I’m over here?”
“Just to mess with you,” I said.
“Well stop it,” Holly said, leaning over and grabbing my cock and giving it a squeeze through my pants. “Otherwise I might change my mind.”
“About what?” I said, staring deep into her big brown eyes.
Holly leaned in towards me until out faces were mere inches apart. “Letting you fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
“Is that what you want?” I whispered back, my hand sliding under shi
rt and gripping one of her firm titties.
She let out a little moan and bit down on her bottom lip and nodded.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Holly replied, rubbing my cock more forcefully. “Why, do you have a problem with fucking my asshole?”
“Hell no,” I said, rubbing her nipple between my fingertips, eliciting a sharp gasp from her mouth. “In fact, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you in the ass since the first day I saw you.”
Keeping her eyes locked on mine, Holly undid my zipper and pulled my cock out of my pants. It was already rock-hard, just like it always was around her.
“Then why didn’t you say something earlier?” she said.
“You know me,” I replied as I moved my free hand down her stomach. I slipped it under her shorts and started rubbing her already wet pussy. “I leave those things up to you. I don’t want you to think I’m pushing too hard.”
“I love it when you push hard,” Holly said, her breath coming more quickly now.
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said, jerking me off. “But that doesn’t mean I like it. You can take the initiative too, you know.”
“Is that what you want?” I asked. Our lips were practically touching now as she continued jerking me off while I rubbed her pussy, both of us growing more excited by the second but neither of us wanting to show the other how excited we actually were.
“Sometimes,” she said.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You do that,” Holly said. “But enough talking for tonight. It’s time to get down to business.” She dropped her head in my lap and wrapped her lips around my cock.
I leaned back and watched Holly as she sucked my cock, only taking the head of it in her mouth at first before gradually taking more and more until she was swallowing the entire thing.
She was on her hands and knees on the couch, sitting sideways to me, allowing me to easily reach her backside. I yanked her pinks shorts down around her thighs, freeing up her bottom half. Then I reached around her ass and started rubbing her pussy.
Holly responded by going after my cock with more intensity. I replied by sliding two fingers inside her pussy. She retaliated by cupping my ballsack. I slapped her ass with my free hand. She yanked down on my sack. I grabbed a handful of her ass in my fist. She gave my balls a squeeze.
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