by Nikki Sins
“Yeah?” she said between breaths. “You like fucking it from behind, do you?”
“I love it.”
“So do I,” Tammy said. “I love the way your cock fills me up, how it touches my insides in the perfect spot. I love getting fucked doggy style.”
And I loved fucking her doggy style. The level of control, the angle of penetration, the incredible visuals; it was by far my favorite position. Unfortunately it was also the one that made me cum the quickest, which was becoming a real concern right about now. But I didn’t slow down one bit; that simply wasn’t an option. I was way too wound up to be thinking clearly. My body wanted what it wanted and it was beginning to overwhelm my brain, forcing me to fuck Tammy harder and faster with every passing second.
Tammy’s asshole opened wider and wider every time I slammed my cock into her, and now it was staring me right in the face, a little black hole in the center, just begging to get some attention paid to it.
I desperately wanted to fuck Tammy in the ass, but it just wasn’t worth it right now. I figured she’d be fine with it but I didn’t want to take any chances of blowing our fledgling relationship too early by making a serious misstep. Besides, if I stuck my cock into her asshole I’d be done within seconds, maybe even before I got it all the way in. I was simply way, way too wound up to go there right now.
So I settled for sticking my thumb into my mouth to get it lubed up a bit, then using the tip of it to rub around the outside of her anus, testing the waters for next time while having a little fun myself.
“Holy fuck,” Tammy groaned as soon as my thumb made contact with her asshole. I could tell by the way she’d said the words that she was digging it. And that point was made even more obvious when she started bucking her ass back into me harder than ever before.
“You like that, do you?” I said, pumping my hips forward in time with her backwards thrusts, allowing me to penetrate her more deeply than any other time all night. “You like it when I play with your asshole?”
Tammy turned her upper body so she could look back at me and nodded her head.
“Yeah?” I said. “Do you want me to play with it some more?” I was no longer concerned with having my way with her, I was too far along to worry about who was doing what to whom; right now it was all about making both of us happy and setting things up for next time we got together.
“Fuck yes,” she said.
Smiling, I slid the tip of my thumb inside her anus.
Tammy let out a deep, guttural moan and her entire body shivered. She let out a wordless cry as I worked her asshole with my thumb while continuing pounding away at her pussy from behind.
She was obviously close to cumming but so was I, and I wanted her to get there first, so I helped her out even more, grabbing a handful of her hair with my free hand and yanking back on it, forcing her chin towards the ceiling and her back to arch, increasing the tension between us and allowing me deeper access to her insides.
The combination of everything was enough to put Tammy over the edge. Her screams climbed to a previously un-reached level and she bucked back harder into me and let out a low animalistic growl. A few seconds later her body tensed up for a moment, then she froze in place before releasing in a rush, shimmying and shaking and breathing deeply as the orgasm passed through her.
Tammy’s gyrations put me over the edge too, and pretty much just as soon as she was done, I simultaneously cursed under my breath and slipped my cock out of her pussy and thumb out of her ass and released her hair.
She knew exactly what was going on, and spun around on the couch and situated herself so that her head was at the same level as my cock. Without me saying a word, she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking on the tip while aggressively working the shaft with her hand.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “Open up, baby. Here it comes.”
Tammy popped my cock out of her mouth opened wide, still jerking me off as I came, shooting sperm all over her face and into her mouth while I groaned and shivered.
Her face was splattered with my cum and a pool of it collected in her mouth. She used her hand to extract the last few drips from me and deposit them into her mouth too, then used her finger to clean up the leftovers of cum from her face and maneuver all that into her mouth too. Then, without a word, she gave me a wink and turned her chin up and swallowed my seed down in one gulp.
“My god you’re one nasty fucking slut,” I said, shaking my head, marveling at her.
Tammy smiled and said, “Thank you for the compliment.”
Grinning back, I said, “You’re welcome.”
“You’re a pretty dirty fucker yourself,” she said.
“I true,” I replied. “But I can’t keep up with you.”
“You do better than most men,” she said.
“That’s good to hear,” I said, sitting down next to her on the couch. “I take it you liked that anal action.”
“I loved it,” Tammy said.
“So I’m guessing next time you won’t mind if we get a little more anal involved?” I asked.
Tammy gave me a nasty smile. “It’s not about what I mind,” she said. “It’s about what you mind. Or rather, what you can take.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, following it up by barking out an ironic little laugh. “I forgot about that. You get to be in control next time.”
“You’re damn right,” she said, her smile growing wider. “And I’m not even going to bother asking you how you feel about getting your asshole played with. I’m just going to do what I want with it. Or to it, should I say.”
“Uh-oh,” I said, trying to sound scared. But really I was ecstatic. I had no problem going that route; I had no issues with my manliness. The way I saw things, as long as I was with a women, anything goes.
“That’s right,” she said. “It’s going to be a long night for you next time,” Tammy said.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied, smiling, changing up gears real quick, taking the seriousness down a notch. There was no longer reason to play games, at least not tonight, now that we were all through.
Apparently Tammy agreed. She broke out in a wide, genuine smile and her voice lost its hardcore edge. “I know you wouldn’t,” she said. “Which is the only reason why I know I can do it to you without it being a problem.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking tonight,” I said. “You enjoyed yourself, right?”
“Immensely,” she replied. “And you?”
“It was awesome. But I think next time is going to be even better.”
“Yeah, you like being on the receiving end more, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too, but it’s good to mix it up. Keep things fresh.”
“I totally agree,” I said.
We climbed to our feet and headed towards the shower. It was time to get cleaned up.
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LOOKING TO GET NASTY
Now anyone from Southern California knows that the place to go to blow off some steam after finals are over is Vegas. If you’re not yet 21, you buy or borrow a fake ID and hit the I-15 with whatever cash you can get for your textbooks and hope lady luck is on your side.
My sophomore year was a tough one. The classes were not all that difficult but the professors I was stuck with were a group of pompous jackasses who the university had on staff because they are frequently published and bring notoriety; being able to present new material in a way students could understand didn’t appear to be a factor at all in their hiring decisions. So by the time winter break rolled around, I had squeaked by, barely passed my classes and was thrilled to know which names to avoid like the plague when registering in the future. I was also desperate for some mind-blowing, carefree fun!
Thankfully, my friend Betty was always up for Vegas, mostly because she was always up for something crazy. She was the only girl I knew who didn’t care who she slept with, men, women, or both. As long as the person or persons were good looking with
a great body she would go home with them, or to the car, or even to the restroom for a good fuck. Me, I’d have to be really drunk to even consider having sex in a public place, but Betty was good for that too. She could drink most people under the table without even trying. She was the perfect person to call to forget all about the last semester, within a day, I’d be good as new, or better.
Betty was gorgeous. She had black hair, dark skin, firm, perky breasts and an ass that looked way too good in a short skirt. She and I had become friends back when we were cocktail waitresses, me to pay for college and her until she found the rich sugar daddy she was waiting for. She’d met quite a few loaded guys over the years, but most were married which meant that while she was busy occasionally, most of her weekends were free.
I had booked us a room at the MGM but one look at Betty and the front desk manager bumped us up to a suite and send up a complementary bottle of champagne. Somehow Betty got the room service guy to switch it out for a bottle of tequila, my favorite, and a bottle of Jack, which was hers. We were doing shots before we even got out of our heels. I needed to get drunk and even more, I needed to get some. Betty and I would find our way to the bar and hook up with a couple of muscle-bound guys soon enough but I was ready to get this party started. The suite had a Jacuzzi tub which was a perfect way to get naked without feeling too weird about hitting on a girl. After all, chicks are not usually my preference but at that moment, I just needed to get off, at least once, and Betty was looking more and more like the person for the job.
I grabbed my bottle of tequila which was rapidly disappearing and headed to the bathroom. I started the giant tub and came back out to the wet bar. “I’m getting wet,” I said, a little smile tickling my lips. Then I turned around and took my top off as I slowly walked back toward the bathroom. Before I got there, my bra was also tossed on the floor. Now, Betty is a little slow in a lot of ways but sex isn’t one of them.
She grabbed her bottle and began to follow my trail of clothing. She watched me slip out of my skirt and thong and into the tub. She leaned against the doorway and just watched for a minute. My body isn’t quite as toned as Betty’s. I’m at least a cup size larger and two inches taller but I can hold my own. Just to prove it to her, I grabbed the washcloth and started rubbing it along my arms, legs, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Betty’s breath caught when the washcloth disappeared for a minute and my head rolled back. I took my other hand and grabbed my breast. I raised it to my mouth and began to suck on my nipple. Then, I slipped my fingers inside my warm pussy. My eyes were half closed and for a second I thought maybe Betty was just going to watch the show, not actually star in it. I looked at her, licked my lips slowly and then began to pull harder at my breasts.
Betty got the message. She placed the bottle on the counter and started to peel out of her clothes. First, she pulled her top off over her head and let her long, black hair cover her back and part of her right breast. Next she bent over at the waist and unzipped her tiny skirt. She slipped out of it with her perfect ass staring me right in the face. Her white lace bra and panties were striking against her dark skin. She dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other. Then she turned away from me and unhooked and dropped the bra to the floor. With her back to me, she slowly peeled out of her panties and stood their bending over with her beautiful ass just out of reach. Finally, she turned to me and smiled. Of course, she was being a tease about the whole thing and the process of undressing was taking fucking forever, so I was soaking wet (and not just from the water) by the time she got in. I took a deep breath to calm myself. No use cumming right there without anyone even touching me! I took the washcloth and started to slowly rub it along her arms, legs, stomach, and breasts. I was very careful to avoid her the area between her legs, trying to make her squirm like she had just done to me.
But Betty was going to make it clear that she waits for no man, or woman as the case may be. She turned on the jets to high, swung her gorgeous ass to the side and proceeded to plant her pussy right on the jet to the right of me. She began to move back and forth just enough so that the water was pushing on her clit, then her pussy, then her asshole. Back and forth, back and forth. She wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Good thing I was drunk, so I wasn’t either. Betty was clearly enjoying herself and spending longer and longer with the chosen jet on each of her three parts. She reached for the knob controlling the speed and began to slow the jets down when it hit her ass and up to medium on her clit and high when her pussy had the stream of full force bubbles that were clearly getting her to where she wanted to go. I moved closer to her and began to suck on her nipples and nibble on them just enough that she gasped aloud. Then, I reached down and began to rub her parts that were currently neglected by the jet. She kissed me hard with her tongue down my throat when she jammed her ass onto the water with her pussy taking the pounding. Yes. Fuck. Yes! Fuck! YES! YES! YES! FUCK!!!
Well, that seemed like a damn good idea. I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. If there had been a mirror on the ceiling, it would have been quite a sight, the two of us straddling opposite sides of the tub. It didn’t take long at all for me to straddle my own raging stream of water and air and cum with screams of pleasure to match hers. That was apparently what Betty had been waiting for, as she grabbed my breasts and started sucking on them feverishly. She put her other hand in between my legs and slipped her fingers inside me. I was already as wet as I could get so it was easy for her to get rough without resistance. As I was about to cum again, she made me get out and sit on the edge of the tub. Her fingers were again finding their way in and out but now she leaned down and began to nibble and suck on my clit. I threw my head back and gave into her. She licked and sucked and nibbled for what felt like hours. I found myself somewhere in the haze that you feel when you’ve had plenty of alcohol and you’re inhibitions are long gone. I wasn’t quite sure if I would remember all the details of the evening but it didn’t matter. My stress was long gone thanks to my dear friend who clearly had a better idea of what she was doing than I did when it came to sex.
We never made it to the club that night. In the morning there were two almost empty bottles of booze and every chair, bed and couch it the place looked like it had served us well. I never did find my black lace bra or thong and I have no idea how I lost them. Eighteen weeks of college stress had been washed away in less than 8 hours. We had two more days left in Vegas and I was now ready for anything, and I’m sure that was exactly what Betty had in mind!
The next day was spent by the pool with our string bikinis working hard. Drinks were constantly being sent over as were napkins with names and room numbers written on them. Dirty glances were cast our way by the other females at the pool. Every chick wants to be the best looking one in the area. When you know you’re not, you instantly scowl and swear at the bitch who showed up unannounced and uninvited. Today, that bitch was Betty. I had learned when we were waitressing that trying to compete with Betty for attention was useless. However, often her firm, perky breasts would not be enough for the guy who was initially attracted to her and I would quickly become the center of his focus. Today, lucky for me, that man was played by our bartender. Within a couple hours, we were yet again smashed and ready to have some adult fun. I signed my name and room number to our unbelievably low bar tab. “We are moving the party upstairs. If you’re shift is almost over, we’d love to have you join us.” Then, I turned and walked away exaggerating the swing in my hips and the bounce in my breasts.
Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It was our yummy bartender who happened to bring a bottle of tequila, limes, and salt. “Sadly, I don’t have glasses,” he said. Of course we had a fully stocked suite but the excuse to do body shots doesn’t appear every day so we began to pour liquor on one another and drink it off. Our string bikinis were still on and our limbs were slick with suntan oil.
The problem with alcohol is that you can’t always remember the details. I know I did at least two bo
dy shots off each of them and they did plenty off me. I also know that string bikinis are the perfect clothes for having sex because they push to the side with ease which is much sexier for the guy than just being naked. There is something incredibly sexy about pushing the tiny triangle of cloth to the side of the nipple and pulling the bottoms to the side to make way for your raging cock. There is also something sexy about me pulling the panties to the side to lick Betty’s ass and wonderful wetness. Typically Betty and I have more than one guy with us but the day was still early and there was plenty of sex and napping to do before we were ready for the real show in the nightclub several hours from now.
The bartender tended to me and I tended to Betty but in the end, we both tended to his cock. In me, in her, in my mouth, in her mouth, in my ass, and in her ass. Of course, it ended as all great pornos do, with his cuming on both our faces and us kissing. Thank goodness for tequila because I never would have done that sober! I’m sure you can imagine what the rest of our weekend was like. The funny thing is, none of it would have happened if it hadn’t been for that fucking ridiculously stressful semester. God I love college!
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