Aggressive Vixen

by Dakota Fox

  Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while I looked down at her. Amber worked my cock like a champ, jerking me off while she sucked on the tip, constantly varying the speed and pressure and depth, keeping me on my toes.

  One of her hands slid down to my ballsack and gave it a squeeze while she continued to blow me. After a particularly intense series of maneuvers, she took my cock three quarters of the way down, and held it there for a few seconds while she continued massaging my balls.

  I let out a soft moan and quickly pulled away before it was too late.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, looking up at me with you a little grin on her face. “You don’t want to cum all over me?”

  “Of course I do,” I said. “Just not quite yet. First I want to eat your pussy.”

  She flashed me a mock disappointed look. “Well, I guess if you insist . . .” she said.

  “Oh I do,” I said. “I most definitely do.”

  I climbed off the bed, then grabbed ahold of her legs and pulled her towards me. Giggling, Amber scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were poised right at the edge of the bed, I spread her legs apart, opening her up, and dropped to my knees. I shot her a quick glance, then buried my face in her shaved, sopping wet, perfect little pussy.

  I started working it with my tongue, lapping at her pussy from the bottom to the top like a kitten drinking milk. As Amber made high-pitched pleasurable sounds, I stuck my tongue deep inside her pussy and started exploring.

  Based on the sounds coming from her mouth she was enjoying it immensely. I was too, totally digging the control I had over her while I was down there, not to mention the smell, the taste, and the smoothness of her insides.

  I glanced up at her face and saw her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Smiling, I got my fingers into the mix, sliding them into her pussy while I moved my tongue up and dug it into her clit.

  This set Amber off again, her eyes opening wide and a string of obscenities pouring from her mouth. As her body bucked back and forth, she screamed, “Holy fucking shit! Right there, right fucking there!”

  A few seconds later she came again, her body quivering while her pussy drenched my fingers and my mouth with its juices.

  Feeling my own orgasm creeping ever closer, I slid my fingers out of her pussy and pulled my tongue away from her clit and climbed to my feet.

  “You’re really fucking good at that,” Amber said, her mouth turned up in a smile and her eyes brimming with excitement.

  “Thanks,” I said. “I’m glad I got a chance to show you what I can do.”

  “So am I,” she said. “So am I. Now stick your cock back into me and fuck me until you’re ready to come all over me, understand?”

  “If you insist,” I said, matching her tone of mock disappointment from earlier.

  Laughing, she threw her legs open, grabbed ahold of my cock, and slid it into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever and it engulfed my cock immediately.

  I tried to take things slow but she was so wet that it was impossible. So I didn’t worry about trying to make it last as long as possible, and just went with the flow, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy with increasing speed, giving it to her balls deep every time.

  Amber threw her legs over my shoulders, lifting her ass up off the bed a little bit, giving me a better angle to work with and allowing my cock deeper inside her.

  Leaning forward, my palms on the bed, elbows locked out, I pummeled her with everything I had, hammering away at her pussy while she moaned in pleasure beneath me.

  She wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and lifted her head up a little bit. “Are you ready to come yet?” she asked.

  “Almost,” I replied.

  “Make sure you tell me when,” she said. “I want your hot cum all over me.”

  “Don’t worry, I will,” I said.

  I pumped my cock into her a few more times then said, “Holy fuck here I cum,” and quickly slid my cock out of her pussy.

  Amber climbed off the bed and dropped down to her knees on the ground in front of me. She grabbed the base of my cock in her hand and took the tip in her mouth. Holding the skin of my shaft tight with her hand, she sucked on the head of my cock, her mouth acting like a siphon, drawing my cum from me.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said under my breath as my body took the final steps towards orgasm.

  Maintaining eye contact the entire time, Amber continued sucking my cock right up until the moment my sperm was going to start shooting out of it. Only then did she pull her mouth off my cock and jerk me off, sending white spurts of cum all over her chest.

  I spasmed four times before falling still.

  Amber’s tits were covered in my sperm. It was dripping down her chest and onto her stomach. Smiling up at me, she took my cock in her mouth one last time, sucking on the tip to extract every last bit of cum from me before rising to her feet and falling back onto the bed.

  I fell down next to her. Both our backs were on the covers and our eyes were looking up at the ceiling.

  “Well, that was fun,” she said, adding, “If a little bit unadventurous.”

  “I’ve known you for all of thirty minutes,” I said. “You can’t expect people to get too crazy on each in that short of a time.”

  “I guess not,” she said. “But next time, we’ll have no excuses.”

  “None at all,” I said, flashing her a smile. “None. At. All.”

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  TRUE SLUTS PREFER ANAL LOVE

  The last time Riley and I hooked up she wanted me to treat her like shit. So I did, smacking her around and pulling her hair and forcing her to choke on my cock. It was a punishing session, borderline brutal, and I took things farther than I’d ever taken them with any other girl before.

  But at the end of the night Riley let me know that I hadn’t been rough enough with her. I’d come close—closer than any other man had, she’d said—but didn’t take things quite far enough. Then she told me that the next time her friend was in town, she’d show me how it was done. That was almost a week ago. I hadn’t heard from Riley since. Which wasn’t that big of a deal, really. After all, we normally hooked up just about once a week, so it wasn’t like anything was amiss. But I’d so been looking forward to seeing Riley brutalize her friend that it had seemed like longer.

  Which is all a long way of saying that when my phone started to ring, late on Saturday night, I got pretty excited. And when I saw from the readout that it was Riley calling, I was practically giddy. It was finally time.

  I answered the phone with a calm voice, trying to stay level, knowing that if I gave Riley anything by way of an opening, she’d pry it open and make me regret it.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Not much,” Riley replied, sounding as calm and casual as always. Keeping her wits about her at all times was one of the things she strived for. The way she saw things, emotion was the enemy. “What about you? Anything going on?”

  “Not really,” I said.

  “Are you busy tonight?” Riley asked.

  “Nope,” I said. “I’m just hanging out.” Waiting for you to call, I said to myself but not aloud. No reason to give Riley more ammo to use against me. She talked more than enough shit without me providing her with extra fodder. “Why?”

  “I was hoping you could come over. I’m feel like getting the shit fucked out of me.”

  “Is Carrie going to be there?” I said without really thinking things through.

  “Not tonight,” Riley said. “She’s still out of town. She’ll be back next week. We’ll set something up then.”

  “Okay,” I said, trying not to let my disappointment shine through.

  Riley picked up on it though. “Don’t sound so fucking upset about it,” she said.

  “I’m not,” I lied.

  “Sure you’re not,” she said.

  “No, really,” I said. “I’m not disappo
inted. Not at all. I was just looking forward to it, that’s all.”

  “And you weren’t looking forward to fucking just me?”

  “No,” I said.

  “So you weren’t looking forward to fucking me?”

  “I mean, yes. I was looking forward to it.”

  “Are you sure?” Riley asked. “Because you don’t really sound like it.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, trying hard to pull my foot out of my mouth.

  “Because I could always call someone else—”

  “I’m positive,” I said. “I would love nothing more than to come over and fuck the shit out of you tonight.”

  “That’s good to hear,” Riley said. “Because I have something special planned. A nice little surprise for you.”

  “What is it?”

  “Don’t be so fucking lame,” she said. “If I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?”

  “No, I guess not,” I said.

  “Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.”

  #

  I got myself cleaned up a bit then hopped in the car and made my way over to Riley’s house. There were butterflies in my stomach, but I was more excited by the anticipation of what perverted acts we were going to engage in than nervous about seeing her.

  Riley and I had a purely physical relationship. She wasn’t the kind of girl I saw myself in a long-term relationship with; we didn’t get along like that. She knew it as well as I did. We’d talked about it many times before.

  The key to our chemistry was tension. Due to our age and personality differences, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to most things. We were like one of those rock band that made great music together because we didn’t get along, not in spite of it. The tension between us was what fueled the music, so to speak; it’s what made the sex great. Take away the tension and replace it with harmony and the spark would be gone. The sex would have still been good, just no longer special.

  Which is why we didn’t hang out at all outside of the proverbial bedroom. We knew that if we did, we’d either: 1) Hate each so much that we wouldn’t even want to get together for a hate-fuck session or: 2) We’d start to get along better, which would lead to an emotional connection, which would lead to us seeing each other as actual human beings with dreams and feelings and all that crap, which would lead to harmony instead of tension, which would lead to the end of the great music we made together. And neither of us wanted that.

  #

  Twenty minutes after she’d called me, I knocked on Riley’s door. She answered it wearing what I thought of as her “elegant slut” outfit. A white, long-sleeve, designer blouse with black polka-dots, white panties, and black leather ankle boots.

  Riley opened the door without so much as a word of greeting, then stepped aside to let me in. She had an annoyed scowl on her face, but that was her default expression and it didn’t bother me in the least. If anything, it was a good sign. It meant the tension would be ratcheted up.

  Replying to her silence with a brief nod of my head, I walked inside, stopping almost immediately. When Riley closed the door and turned around I was right there, inches away. It was time to do our little dance.

  “Well, well, well, getting started right away tonight, are we?” Riley said, her scowl having shifted in an insolent smirk. “No wasting half the night talking about some bullshit I don’t want to hear?”

  “I figured there was no reason to waste any time,” I said, looking down on her.

  I wasn’t a huge guy—right around 6 feet tall and 200 pounds—but I towered over Riley. Even though her personality was huge, making her seem larger than life in many ways, physically she was a tiny girl, barely over five feet and right about half my weight.

  “I’m glad you finally figured that out,” she said. “I was starting to wonder if you were going senile on me.”

  “Hardy-fucking-har,” I said, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and giving it a tug, yanking her head back, forcing her eyes up towards me. “You shouldn’t talk to you elders like that. It’s disrespectful.”

  “Disrespectful is my middle name,” Riley said, her eyes twinkling with mischief and joy. She loved this sort of thing just as much as I did.

  “I thought it was slut,” I said.

  “I got it changed last week,” she said, smiling a little wider now. “Now slut is my first name.”

  I laughed under my breath and shook my head. I couldn’t help it. Riley was just too damn perfect. I took a deep breath and gathered myself again. I knew she didn’t like it when I broke character. She wanted things to remain serious, all the time. No levity was allowed in Riley’s world. Or so she’d have me believe. But I knew the truth. She always started off our sessions completely serious but it rarely lasted all the way through the evening. Inevitably I broke her façade of self-control and she’d let the real Riley out. Or, at least what I assumed was the real Riley.

  But that wasn’t until later. For now I had to talk shit right back to her, otherwise things would get real ugly, real fast.

  “Is that right?” I said, wiping the smile off my face. “Then let’s see if you can live up to it. Get down on your knees and start sucking my cock you little slut.”

  “Yes sir,” Riley said, her voice tinged with sarcasm. But she did as she was told, dropping to her knees and undoing my pants and dropping them to the floor along with my boxers.

  My cock was already hard, as it almost always was around her.

  “You’re such a dirty old man,” Riley said, taking my cock in her hand and jerking me off while she looked up at me.

  “And you’re such a little teen slut,” I said. “Now shut up and do what you’re good at.”

  She glared at me in defiance for a couple seconds, just to let me know that she wasn’t going to suck my cock just because I told her to, but because she wanted to, then took my cock between her lips.

  Riley worked my cock like a pro, moving around constantly, running her tongue up my shaft, then sucking on the tip while she jerked me off, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. After taking things slow for a little while, she started moving her head back and forth, taking my cock halfway down in rapid thrusts, her hand still working my shaft in time with her mouth.

  Pretty soon her hand dropped away and she went full throttle on my cock, taking it three-quarters of the way down every time, her hair flying everywhere and saliva dripping out of her mouth and onto the floor.

  After working my cock for half a minute without letting up, she let it pop out of her mouth. Jerking me off, she looked up at me, her expression serious, as it always was at this point in the proceedings. “You like the way I suck your cock, don’t you?” she said.

  I nodded my head.

  “Do you want to see what else I can do?”

  I nodded again.

  Still jerking me off, she slid her body further under me and took my ballsack in her mouth. She sucked on one of my testicles, rolling it around between her lips and flicking it with her tongue before switching up to the other one and giving it the same treatment. After working that one for a little bit, she took them both in her mouth at the same time.

  I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she worked my balls, bouncing them off each other while she continued jerking me off.

  Riley pulled down on my sack with her mouth, stretching it out to its limits before finally releasing it.

  I let out a low groan at the sudden absence of pressure.

  Riley’s laugh sounded like it could have come from the devil himself. “Sounds like you like that too,” she said.

  “Just a little bit,” I said sarcastically.

  “If you think that felt good, just wait.”

  Before I could reply she ran her tongue along the bottom of my sack, sliding her body even further underneath mine.

  Riley flipped herself over so she was sitting on her butt, her head right below my ass, her body between my legs.

  “Spread your leg
s more,” she said, pushing on my inner thighs with her palms. “And squat down a little bit.”

  I did as I was told, anxious to see where this was going to lead. I quickly found out.

  Riley cupped one hand around my balls and pushed them forward, getting them out of the way. Then she started licking my taint, starting at the base of my sack and ending right before she got to my asshole.

  I closed my eyes and clamped my mouth shut, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing how good it felt. But that didn’t last for long. Before I had even fully recovered from her latest escalation, Riley released my balls, put one hand on each of my ass cheeks, spread them wide, and ran her tongue over my asshole.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I said aloud as a bolt of lightning shot up my body, making my head feel like it was going to explode.

  “Ooooh, I think he likes it,” Riley said in a sing-song voice. “Am I right you dirty old man? Do you like it?”

  “Yes,” I managed to squeak out.

  She laughed softly. “Do you want me to do it some more?”

  “Yes, please,” I said. My voice sounded desperate but I didn’t care. I was desperate. There was no reason to hide it.

  “Okay,” Riley said. “But you have to return the favor later.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “You promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “You swear?”

  Now she was just messing with me. But I knew if I didn’t play along she would just mess with me some more. So I said, “Yes. I swear. Now stop torturing me and get on with it.”

  Laughing, she went back to work on my asshole, licking it a few times before spitting on it and working the saliva around the edges with her tongue.

  I let out a pathetic moan and tried to keep my legs from buckling. My entire body was tingling, from my head to my toes, as though a low dose of electricity was running through me.

  Unable to leave myself alone, I started jerking myself off while she worked. I was excited beyond all belief. No girl had ever played with my asshole before and I surprised at how much I enjoyed it.