by Nikki Sins
Her pussy had opened up completely and was accepting my cock deeper than it ever had before, engulfing it, her flesh slamming down onto mine, driving me into the couch with every thrust.
With her face screwed up in intense pleasure, one of Mandy’s hands slid up my chest and grabbed my throat, squeezing it, not enough to cut off my breath but enough to constrict it.
For some reason this immediately put me over the edge.
“Holyfuckingshit,” I said, making it all one word.
Mandy didn’t have to ask what was happening. We’d been together enough for her to know immediately. But she didn’t let up on me one bit.
Even as I came, shooting my seed up into her pussy, she continued riding me as aggressively as before, milking me of all my cum. I could tell from the intense look on her face that she was close to cumming again too, so I bit down on my discomfort and let her ride me until she got there too.
Luckily for me, it didn’t take long. No more than ten seconds after I’d finished, Mandy came again, not as intensely as before but still strongly enough that she let out a little yelp followed by a low moan.
After she was done she stopped bouncing on me but didn’t immediately lift herself off me. Sitting high atop me, my cock still deep in her pussy, she smiled down at me.
“Not bad,” Mandy said, “Not bad at all.”
“You weren’t too bad yourself,” I said.
She rolled off me, grabbed her clothes, and started to get dressed. “Are we still on for seven o’clock?”
“This didn’t replace it?” I asked.
“Not unless you wanted it to,” Mandy replied, pulling her shirt on.
“Hell no,” I said. “I’d love to see you again tonight.”
“Then think of something fun to do,” she said as she slipped into her sandals and headed towards the door. “I have to get back. My dad’s gonna be home soon.”
She turned to blow me a kiss then walked out of my bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door.
I laughed and shook my head and wondered what I’d done in a past life to deserve this. Whatever it was, it must have been huge, because I was the luckiest man alive.
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THE HOTTEST BABE EVER
Billy Thompson was just hanging out in his apartment, watching a little bit of television and relaxing from a long day at work when he heard a knock on his door. He wearily climbed off the couch and headed over to the door, idly wondering who was there. Was he going to get assailed by someone trying to sell him a security system? Or perhaps someone trying to convert him to some obscure religion? Or maybe just someone at the wrong unit?
He glanced into the peephole so he’d have an idea of what to expect. But what he saw was something out of his wildest dreams.
Billy took a half-step back, his heart pounding wildly. Was this really happening? He couldn’t believe it. He pinched himself but only got a sharp pain in return. So it wasn’t a dream. What could it be then? Because it couldn’t be what it appeared to be. No way. His luck wasn’t that good. Unless it had finally turned? Unlikely, but possible. Either way, there was only one way to find out. So, making sure to keep his hopes down, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
Standing in his doorway was Vanna Potter, the 22-year old raven-haired bombshell that lived down the hall, five units away on the opposite side. She was standing there in a black lace, low-cut, form-fitting slip that barely made it down to the middle of her thighs. Nothing else.
Billy couldn’t help but stare. Her long black hair hung down below her shoulders, partially covering her face, framing her soft features perfectly. The big brown eyes, small nose, full lips, flawless skin. The little mole on her cheek that he’d always found impossibly sexy, the little flaw that just made you realize how sexy she truly was. And that body. Huge, natural breasts, narrow figure, impossibly long legs.
In the two years they’d lived in the same building, Billy had spent more than few nights lying in bed, just staring up at the ceiling, thinking of her.
Billy tried to swallow but f9ound that he couldn’t. His mouth was too dry.
“Hey, Vanna,” he managed to squeak out. “Can I help you with something?”
“Actually, you can,” she said. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Billy said, scrambling. “Of course. Come on in.”
He opened the door wider and she strode by. Billy took a deep breath in an attempt to get control of himself just a bit, then closed the door. When he turned, Vanna was standing right there, less than a foot away from him.
As Billy stood there, paralyzed, unsure of what to do, Vanna stepped forward and grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards her and planted her lips on his. Her tongue snaked inside his mouth but he didn’t return the favor. He was too surprised to do anything. He pulled away quickly.
“What’s going on here?” he said.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Vanna replied.
“Well, yeah. But what I mean is: Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“On one hand, no not really,” Billy said. “But on the other, yeah it does. I thought you were engaged?”
“Not anymore.”
“As of when?”
“Last weekend,” Vanna said. “Derek broke it off.”
A flitter of excitement tore through Billy but he held it down. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.”
“Really?”
Vanna nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive,” she said. “I didn’t want to get married anyway. Not to him, at least. Besides, now I can do what I’ve always wanted to.”
“And what’s that?”
“You,” Vanna said. She pulled him again and they started making out. This time Billy didn’t fight it.
After almost a full minute of exploring each other’s tonsils, Vanna broke it off, turned, and walked over towards the dining room table.
“I don’t know about this—” Billy said, following her as he talked.
“What do you mean?” she replied as she slowly lifted her lingerie, revealing a black g-string underneath. “Do you not want me?”
“It’s not that, it’s just—”
“What?” Vanna said, turning around and showing him her ass. “Don’t you want a piece of this?” She gave one of her asscheeks a little smack.
“Of course I do.”
“Then shut up and get down here,” Vanna said as she grabbed the back of Billy’s head and pulled him down to his knees while she bent over and turned completely away from him, guiding his face down to her ass.
Letting his objections die, Billy licked Vanna’s pussy through her panties while she rubbed her ass in his face, her hand still in the back of his head, holding him in place.
Vanna held Billy against her ass for a good fifteen seconds before releasing his head, giving a chance to breathe. While he caught his breath she slipped her panties down, freeing up her pretty little pussy. He dove back in, going to work on her snatch.
“Get it in there,” she said. “Get your tongue in there. Don’t be shy.”
Billy did as he was told, shoving his tongue deep into her pussy and exploring around vigorously.
“There you go,” Vanna said. “That’s a good boy.”
Using the dining room table for balance, she bent over even further, keeping her legs straight. She turned her upper body so she could look back and watch Billy while he worked.
“Your tongue feels so good in my pussy,” she said, her voice dripping with pleasure. “Work it, baby. Work it in there.”
Needing another little break, Billy pulled back, then spit on Vanna’s pussy and rubbed it in with his fingers and slid them inside her. Looking up the length of her perfect body, part of him still in disbelief at the situation, he banged away with his fingers for a little while them pulled them out and dove back in with his face, holding her asscheeks wide with his hands while his tongue worked her pussy and his nose
pressed up against her asshole.
“That’s it. Just like that,” Vanna said, slamming her ass back into him, bouncing it off him, forcing his tongue deeper inside her. “Holy shit yes, that feels so fucking good.”
Enjoying himself thoroughly, Billy stuck his tongue out and held it rigid, allowing it to slide deep inside Vanna’s pussy every time she bounced back against him. Her juices covered his face and her smell filled his pores, making him feel as though he had permanently taken up residence inside her.
A short time later, Vanna turned around and pulled Billy to his feet, yanking his shirt over his head as he rose. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, dropping to her knees. She undid his belt, button and zipper in seconds, then dropped his pants and took his cock in her mouth.
She worked his cock with her lips and tongue, massaging and caressing it, getting it hard in no time flat. Once it was sticking straight out, looking like it was going to push through the skin, Vanna bobbed her head forward and back, her hair flying everywhere, her eyes turned up to his as she blew him.
Vanna glided over his cock, applying just enough pressure so that he could feel it but not so much that it was unbearable. Wet, slurping sounds escaped from her mouth and her eyes were turned up towards his, maintaining eye contact at all times.
Once Billy’s cock was all wet and slippery, Vanna let it slide out of her mouth, then gathered up some saliva, spit it on his shaft, and jerked him off.
“Are you still not sure about this?” she said, smiling up at him. “Because I can stop if you want. Is that what you want?”
Billy shook his head. “No.”
“I didn’t think so,” Vanna said, her smile growing wider. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while her hand continued working his shaft.
“Holy shit,” Billy said under his breath.
“Do you like that?” Vanna said, popping his cock out of her mouth.
Billy nodded.
She giggled and slid his cock in her mouth again, taking it halfway down this time. She held it there for a couple seconds before pulling off.
“What about that?” she said. “Do you like that too?”
“Very much,” Billy said.
“I do too,” Vanna said. “I love the taste of your cock. The feel of it in my mouth. And you know what else I love?”
“What?”
“Getting face-fucked,” she said, flashing him a wicked smile. “Do you think you can do that for me? Do you think you can fuck my face?”
“I think I can manage that,” Billy said.
“Let’s find out,” Vanna said. She opened her mouth wide and put her arms behind her back.
Billy took a deep breath, then grabbed the back of Vanna’s head and held in place as he slammed his cock in and out of her open mouth while wet, slurping sounds escaped from it, saliva dripping down her chin and onto the floor.
Vanna gagged and coughed but her eyes told him to keep going, so Billy did, moving his hips back and forth as fast as he could, hammering her mouth with his cock for a good thirty seconds before shoving it all the way down her throat and keeping it there, forcing her to deepthroat him, holding her head against him while she coughed and gagged.
Eventually he let Vanna go. Her head snapped back and she gasped for breath, laughing and smiling all the while.
“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all. I have to admit, you’re a little more forceful than I was expecting.”
“Sorry,” Billy said, suddenly feeling sheepish.
“Don’t be,” Vanna said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing, actually.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely,” she said. “Most men are too gentle for my tastes. They don’t know how to turn it up a notch. But you obviously do.”
“Thanks,” Billy said, just as sheepishly as before, but for different reasons. He wasn’t one who took compliments well. Never had been.
“Ahh, aren’t you cute,” Vanna said. “All embarrassed.”
She slowly ran her tongue along the underside of Billy’s cock, licking it from base to tip, making him shiver.
Laughing, Vanna said, “Oh, you like that too, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re sure to like this,” she said, sliding deeper beneath him and going to work on his ballsack, running her tongue over it while she jerked him off.
As Billy breathed heavily above her, Vanna took one of his balls in her mouth and gargled it for a few seconds before switching over to the other one. After playing with that one for a little while she took them both in her mouth, flicking her tongue against them and bouncing them off each other before letting them go with a little pop.
“Holy shit that feels so fucking good,” he said.
“Yeah, you like that? You like it when I suck on your balls?”
Billy nodded vigorously.
Giggling, Vanna went back for seconds. This time she wrapped a couple of fingers around Billy’s sack right below his cock and squeezed, creating a tight little pocket with his balls as the prize. She stuck the whole package in her mouth and sucked on it while pulling down at the same time, stretching his sack out while she continued jerking him off.
Billy let out a little moan—mostly pleasure but with a little hint of pain mixed in—and turned his eyes towards the ceiling. He took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds before slowly letting it out, in an attempt to calm himself down. But it was fruitless. He was simply too excited.
Billy backed off, forcing Vanna to release his sack from her mouth. As she smiled up at him, obviously enjoying the fact that she’d made him tap out, Billy bent down, puts his arms beneath her shoulders, and lifted her up so she was standing in front of him. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and explored around for a few seconds before breaking off the kiss and spinning her around so she was facing the table, her ass to him.
“Oh, taking a little bit of control,” Vanna said.
“That’s right,” Billy replied.
“I like it. I like it a lot. Show me what you’ve got, big boy.”
Billy stepped out of his pants then lifted Vanna’s slip up and off, then tossed it over his shoulder.
Once all their clothes were off, Billy bent Vanna over the table. He lifted her leg, putting it on the table too, opening her up wider, then grabbed ahold of his cock and stepped forward. He smacked his cock against her wet, waiting pussy a couple times, then slid it inside her.
“Holy fuck your cock feels so good in my pussy,” Vanna said, speaking in gasping breaths.
With his hands around her hips for balance, Billy slammed his cock into Vanna, fucking her from behind, their bodies slapping against each other, combining with their repeated moans of pleasure to create a symphony of sex.
“Do you like that,” Billy said, mimicking her tone from earlier. “Do you like it when I take you from behind?”
Vanna turned her upper body so she could look back at him and nodded in reply.
“I fucking love it,” she said, smiling wickedly.
“Do you want it harder?” he said.
“Fuck yes,” Vanna replied. “As hard as you can give it to me.”
Billy ran his hands up her back grabbed ahold of her shoulders, pulling back on them as his hips came forward, forcing his cock deeper inside her.
“Holy shit yes,” she said. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about. Give it to me nice and deep. I want every inch of you inside me.”
Vanna’s dirty talking just revved Billy up even more. He turned up the intensity, slamming his hips forward, causing her ass to ripple with every thrust, forcing his cock deeper inside her.
“That’s right,” Vanna said, practically screaming. “Pound it. Fuck my little cunt. Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me just like that. Just like that!”
Billy hammered into Vanna a few more times before slowing things down to catch his breath. Keeping his cock inside her, he reached down and grabbed her asscheeks and spread them wide. After admiring the view
for a few seconds, he started moving against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in slow, deep pumps.
“Does that feel good?” Vanna asked.
“Fuck yes,” Billy replied. He’d always enjoyed fucking slowly, even more so than pounding a girl. It was more sensual, more romantic. But it also increased the sensitivity tenfold, which wasn’t always good thing. Not unless he wanted to cum within minutes. Which was why he gradually sped things up, moving against more quickly with every thrust.
“Do you like spreading my pussy open so you can see?” Vanna said. “So you can watch your cock going in and out of me?”
“I fucking love it,” Billy replied, steadily increasing the rhythm until he was once again hammering away at her, their bodies coming together with a wet slap.
“Do you like that?” she said. “Do you like my pussy throbbing around your dick? Do you feel those big pussy lips wrapped around it?”
Billy didn’t reply. He was too busy fucking the shit out of her.
“Fuck me,” Vanna said, practically snarling the words, over and over. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Billy did as Vanna asked, giving her everything he had, even throwing in a couple slaps to the ass while he pummeled her from behind.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Vanna cried. “I’m going to fucking cum!”
Reaching deep into his reserves, Billy kept it up, pounding away at Vanna until her body tensed up and then released, her legs quivering and shaking as her pussy drenched his cock with juices.
After Vanna’s orgasm had passed, she pushed her hips forward, drawing Billy’s cock from her pussy. She spun around and dropped to her knees, talking the whole time.
“I want to suck it,” she said. “I want to clean my cum off your cock. Can I do that? Is that okay with you?”
Smiling, Billy nodded.
Returning his grin, Vanna ran her tongue over his cock, licking it clean of her cum. “I taste so fucking good,” she said. “I love licking my cum off your cock.” She took the head of his cock in her mouth and started to suck, gradually moving further and further down until she was nearly swallowing the entire thing.