Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s high-pitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away.
Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch. “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.”
Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.
“My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock.
Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me.
“Grab my tits,” she says.
I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky.
“Squeeze them,” she says.
Again I obey.
“Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.”
I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch.
Blondie is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me.
Brownie leads me to Blondie like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Blondie, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Blondie has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked.
Brownie drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Blondie’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Brownie moves aside, leaving the way open for me.
I slide my cock into Blondie’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit.
With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Brownie has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle.
“Harder,” Brownie whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”
I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust.
“Spread her ass,” Brownie says. “I want to see her gape.”
I do as instructed, spreading Blondie’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy.
Blondie is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair.
“That’s right,” Brownie says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.”
I do as I’m told.
Blondie yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense.
“That’s right,” Brownie says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.”
Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Blondie’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Brownie continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now.
“Fuck her harder,” Brownie says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again.
“Harder.”
Thrust.
“Harder!”
Thrust.
“Harder!!”
And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum on her,” Brownie says. “All over her back.”
And with Brownie egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Blondie’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck.
And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Brownie comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Blondie’s back. I shake my head and watch as Brownie collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Blondie on her back and climbs until her face is above Blondie’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Blondie’s waiting mouth. Then Brownie they switch positions and Blondie returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Brownie’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Blondie’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down.
Brownie and Blondie giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye.
No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.
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MY NAUGHTY BABES: GABRIELLA
SCOTTY DIGGLER
I love all kinds of women. Tall and skinny or short and stacked. Blonde hair, brown hair, red hair. Dominant, submissive, sexy, sultry, classy, you name it. I’m not super-picky about looks but the one thing I am very picky about it attitude. To be one of my regulars a woman has to truly enjoy fucking. Love it, even. And very few of them love it as much as Gabriella.
At just over 5 feet tall and no more than 100 pounds, Gabriella doesn’t look like she could take a pounding. But her looks are deceiving. She’s got a rocking body, with soft but shapely legs, a great ass, thin waist and small but firm tits. Her Latin heritage is apparent in her long brown hair, dark eyes, soft features, full lips and naturally tanned skin. She’s more cute than slutty and to look at her it would be impossible to guess that she likes it rough.
But to say it like that is to not give it enough credit. She loves rough sex, adores it, can’t get enough of it, in fact. She won’t take it any other way; if you can’t give her what she needs she’ll kick you out, right in the middle of a session. It’s almost happened to me before.
It was our first
time together and I was taking it too easy on her, not giving her what she needed. I was trying to be a gentleman, it being our first time fucking and all, and even though she continued imploring me to give it to her harder and smack her around a little bit, I was having trouble following through.
Finally, after twenty minutes of me pussy-footing around, she’d had enough.
“That’s it,” she said, pulling away from me. “Get the fuck out.”
“What?” I asked, surprised as all hell.
“You heard me,” she said. “If you aren’t going to give me what I need, then just get the hell out of here.”
“What do you need?” I asked, perplexed.
“I need you to fuck me like you mean it,” she said. “Get physical with me. Toss me around, smack my ass, that sort of thing.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“Have you been fucking listening to me at all tonight?” she said, her voice rising. “I’ve been telling you that ever since we started!”
“I didn’t know you wanted it that rough,” I said.
“Well now you do,” Gabriella said. “So I’ll give you one more chance to make things right, and then you’re out for good.”
“Fine,” I said. “But don’t start crying that you can’t take it.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” she said. “I guarantee that won’t be the case.”
So I gave her what she wanted. And after we were done, she invited me to come back over later that week. Now we got together once a week or so to fuck, and I gave her what she needed every time.
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“So what’s on tap for tonight?” she asked after letting me into her apartment. It was a nice place, pretty basic, not too much style, just substance. Exactly like Gabriella.
“Whatever you can handle,” I replied.
“You know I can handle whatever you can dish out,” she said, smiling wryly, daring me in her own way, getting me in the right mindset. She was wearing a tight-fitting pink sweater that was long enough to cover her ass, but just barely. Plus black leather boots with four-inch heels that came up over her knee. It was quite the outfit, and it turned me on like crazy just looking at her.
“Is that right?” I said, playing the game.
“Damn straight,” she said, her smile growing wider.
“We’ll see about that,” I said, grabbing a handful of her hair and giving it a sharp tug, bending her backwards so she was looking up towards the ceiling.
Gabriella’s smile widened as she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She clearly got off on being treated like this; it wasn’t an act.
“You like that?” I asked.
“I love it,” Gabriella replied.
I pulled her sweater off, exposing her perfect little perky tits. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like pencil erasers. I fondled one of her tits and pinched her nipple, eliciting a little gasp. Then I slapped down on it.
Gabriella yelped and shivered in ecstasy.
“Do it again,” she said.
I did it again, harder this time.
“Harder,” she said.
So I did, harder still. And again. And again. Her tit was bright red but she still seemed to be enjoying it. More than ever, in fact.
As was I. My cock was pushing painfully against my pants. This was exciting me just as much as it was her. I pulled up on her hair, snapping her head forward.
She was taking deep breaths but she was still smiling and her eyes were glowing with excitement.
I started walking, dragging her along by the hair as I went. I pulled her over to the wall, spun her around, and pushed her back up against it, then I grabbed ahold of her throat, squeezing just a bit, nothing too serious.
Gabriella’s smile didn’t fade one bit. In fact it grew wider.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
Gabriella nodded.
“Are you ready for more?”
She nodded again, her face starting to turn pink.
With one hand still around her throat I slapped her face. The sound filled the room like a gunshot. Little red blossoms flared up on Gabriella’s cheek. But she still smiled.
So I slapped her again. Then I squeezed her throat a little tighter. And slapped her again.
Gabriella’s smile was fading but her eyes were still radiating excitement. Her whole face was turning red now as her blood flow was restricted.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
Gabriella shook her head and mouthed the word no.
So I slapped her again. And again. And again. I was squeezing tighter now, almost completely cutting of the blood flow to her brain.
Her lips were slightly apart and quivering slightly. Her eyes started to flutter and her pupils rolled back, exposing the whites of her eyes. Her head lolled slightly to the right.
I let go of her throat.
The color ran back into her face and she gasped for breath. Her smile was back in full effect. Only this time it was filled with excitement.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“You’re one depraved little slut, aren’t you?” I said, laughing under my breath.
“The filthiest,” Gabriella said, reaching down to rub my cock, which was rock-hard and pressing against my pants.
I grabbed her arm and pulled it away. “Not yet,” I said. “We’ll get to me in a little bit. But right now I want to mess with you some more.”
“If you insist,” she said, her tone filled with mock disappointment.
I slipped her dress off by pulling it over her head and tossed it towards the other side of the room. Then I grabbed ahold of her throat again, not really squeezing this time, just holding her in place as my free hand wandered down her stomach to her pretty little pussy. I rubbed her snatch for a few seconds to get her warmed up but it was unnecessary. She was already soaking wet. So I stuck two fingers inside her and started finger-fucking her.
I stood there, facing Gabriella, looking down at her face as I was exploring her insides with my fingers, my excitement building like crazy.
She was staring up at me with wide eyes full of excitement, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breath growing more and more rapid as I increased the pressure and depth of my fingers inside her.
I slid another finger into her pussy while simultaneously tightening my grip on her throat, choking off the gasp that was forming on her mouth. With three fingers now inside her I started moving my hand more quickly in and out of her pussy, my wrist angled slightly upwards to rub the edges of her clit as I finger-fucked her.
Gabriella’s mouth was slightly open and little gasping sounds were escaping from her throat. Her face was slowly turning pink as the blood flow diminished.
“You like this, don’t you?” I said.
She nodded as much as she could in her comprised situation.
“Do you want another finger?”
She nodded.
Without releasing her throat I slipped my pinkie insider her, joining the other three fingers. It was a tight fit but she loosened up a bit as I moved my fingers inside her.
A short time later Gabriella’s entire body was quivering, her legs on the verge of failing. Her head slumped to the side just a bit and her eyes fluttered. She was about to pass out.
I didn’t want that. So I released her throat but continued finger-fucking her, making it difficult for her to catch her breath. She leaned into me to keep from falling, her head on my chest.
I was the only thing holding her up but still I continued working her pussy, keeping her right on the edge. Her breaths were shallow and punctuated by high-pitched sounds of pleasure.
Finally she caught her breath and pulled back a bit, using the wall for support.
I took a moment to unzip my pants and pull my cock out with my free hand. It was sticking straight out, as stiff as a board, feeling like it was trying to push through my skin.
“Stroke it,” I said.
Gabriella�
��s hand flew down to my cock and she started jerking me off. In response, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tit and squeezed it while my other hand continued working her pussy.
We stood there, face-to-face, playing with each other for a full minute before I was ready for something more.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and gave it a little smack.
Gabriella yelped and her body stiffened for a moment but her smile didn’t fade. Not one bit. Nor did she let go of my cock.
I stuck my fingers in Gabriella’s mouth so she could clean them of her juices. She licked her fingers one-by-one, until they were completely clean, staring at me the entire time, continuing to jerk me off. Not saying anything, just waiting for my direction.
She was a perfect, little slut. It was time to start putting her to better use.
“It’s time that I fucked your face,” I told her.
“Bring it on,” she replied.
Smiling, I pushed down on her shoulders. She knelt to the ground without any resistance whatsoever. I shifted my hands to her head and grabbed ahold of her hair, using it to hold her head against the wall.
“Open your mouth,” I said.
She obliged, opening it wide. Her eyes were gleaming as she looked up at me.
I stuck my cock inside her mouth and started sliding it in and out, moving slowly, not giving her much more than the tip. I gradually slipped it further inside her until it was about halfway in. Then I sped up my thrusts.
Her lips started to close around my cock. I quickly pulled my cock out, used it to smack her cheek a few times.
“Did I tell you to close your mouth?” I asked.
Gabriella shook her head.
“That’s right,” I said. “I didn’t. This time keep it open. No matter what. Understand?”
She nodded.
I stuck my cock back inside her mouth and started pumping her face again, more aggressively this time. Gagging sounds came from her throat as I pummeled her mouth but she kept it open no matter how much of my cock I gave her.
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