Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock.
Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful.
I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.
“Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can.
Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls.
I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one.
When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up.
“Sit on his cock,” Brownie says.
Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage.
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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A VERY KINKY GIRL
DIRK ROCKWELL
Teagan is by far the coolest girl I’ve every met.
First of all, she’s truly a super-freak, up for absolutely anything, no matter how perverted or deviant. But what she likes most is rough sex. Slapping, spanking, bondage, that sort of thing. The only catch is she dishes out just as much as she takes. Which scares the hell out most men. But for me it just turns me on more.
Teagan is also vocal as hell. She talks constantly, always telling me what she’s going to do to me and what she wants done to her. With some girls that can get kind of annoying but with Teagan it never does. Because, unlike most girls, the words that come out of her mouth are genuine. Not some trumped up version of what she thinks you want to hear.
I remember the very first time I met her. It was at a party one of my friends were throwing. I didn’t really want to go, as I’m not a big socializer and pretty much just hang out and do my own thing, but they eventually talked me into it. So to combat my inability to mingle, I took control of the keg, content to just sit there and fill up everyone else’s cups while periodically doing the same to my own.
After an hour or so of filling people’s cups, I started to recognize a few regulars, people who were drinking as much as I was. They’d give me a little head nod or a thanks for being the kegmaster and I’d return their brief show of gratitude with a little gesture. Most of the regulars were men. But one was a young woman who couldn’t have been a day over 21. She came over alone every time, got her drink, gave me a little smile, then went on her way.
She was hot as shit, with long hair that was dyed a dark red, and a sexy, angular face. Her makeup was skewed towards gothic without being out of control, with black eyeliner and red lipstick to match her hair, and I could see part of at least one tattoo sticking out at the edges of her clothing. She was dressed like a punk dominatrix, with a tight, black-leather corset, a long, red and black plaid skirt and black leather boots that almost reached her knees. With her four-inch boots on, she was just about my height, which made her right about six feet tall, with a long, lean, but athletic body. Pale skin, perky tits, long legs, toned arms and an incredibly tight ass. In short, my dream woman.
As the night went on I found myself watching her more and more. When she worked the room, it reminded me of myself, staying on the edges, observing more than mingling, occasionally saying a few words here or there but not lingering in one spot for very long. Plus she had a wry little smile on her face the whole time, and that grin, combined with the look in her eyes, was a familiar one. It was a look of detached amusement. I saw it in the mirror all the time.
“Hey,” she said after I’d filled her cup for the sixth or seventh time in that hour. “Thanks for doing this.”
“My pleasure,” I replied with a smile, trying to play things down, like I always did. A small part of me wanted to tell her how I’d been admiring her all evening, but the larger part thought this was a mistake. It would most like come off as at least creepy and possibly even disturbing, a couple of traits that never lead to anything at all except maybe a beat-down. So after holding eye contact with her for a few seconds, I turned my attention to the next person in line.
I expected her to move on like she had all evening, but instead she lingered, even after I started filling up the cup of the guy behind her. Eventually she climbed up onto the kitchen counter and sat atop it, a few feet to my left.
“Do you live here?” she asked as I filled up another cup.
“No,” I said. “I live a couple places down.”
“But the guys throwing the party are your friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And I take it you felt obligated to come?”
“Exactly,” I said, laughing under my breath.
“Because you don’t really like these kinds of things, right?”
I turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”
One half of her lips turned up in a grin. “Because I’m a mind reader.”
“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing.
“Actually, it’s pretty apparent to anyone who’s been watching,” she said. “The way you’ve sat here the whole time, filling everyone’s beer without even starting a single conversation, not even pretending to mingle.”
“It’s that obvious, huh?”
She nodded.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said, chuckling under my breath. I stood up and walked over towards her, standing beside her, letting everyone fill their own cups from now on. “But let’s get to the more important issue here.”
“Which is what?”
“You’ve been watching me this whole time.”
“That’s right,” she said immediately, and with no shame whatsoever. “Just like you’ve been watching me.”
I started to blush and dropped my eyes.
“Yep,” she said, answering my unasked question. “That was pretty fucking obvious too.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Look, I’m sorry if I made your uncomfortable—”
“If it made me uncomfortable, do you think I’d be over here talking to you about it?” she said.
“No, I guess not,” I replied.
“Actually, I’m flattered,” she said.
“Why is that?”
“Because of all the hot girls at this party, you picked me to watch obsessively.”
“I guess that’s one way to look at it,” I said under my breath but loudly enough to be heard.
“What I want to know is, why me?” she asked.
I shrugged.
“I know it’s not because I’m the hottest one here,” she said in a self-deprecating tone.
“What makes you so sure?”
She tilted her head and flashed me a look of exasperation. “While I appreciate the flattery, it isn’t necessary,” she said. “I want to know the truth. Why me?”
“Honestly?” I said.
“No,” she replied flatly. “I want you to lie to me.” She dusted off her beer before adding, “Yes, honestly.”
“It’s because you remind me of myself,” I said.
“In what
way?”
“It’s the way you worked the room,” I said after a brief pause to decide whether or not I wanted to go down this rabbit hole.
“How so?” she said.
“It’s hard to explain.”
“Try,” she said.
“You were watching, observing, lingering, not really a part of anything,” I said, still holding back for fear of saying the wrong thing.
“Keep going,” she said.
Fuck it, I thought. Just let it out. And so I did.
“It’s like you think you’re better than everyone else,” I said. “That they’re beneath you somehow. That you’re cooler than them, smarter than them, more evolved than them. But you’re also smart enough to not let them know how you feel. As far as they’re concerned, you’re one of them, even though you know that’s the furthest thing from the truth. And the whole time, you’re trying to decide if it would just be easier if you could be exactly like them: oblivious, banal, satisfied. But you always come to the conclusion that you’re better off exactly who you are, no matter how difficult that can be at times.”
I fell quiet. I was no longer looking at my new friend, but staring blankly at the window and the darkness outside.
“So that’s how you see yourself?” she asked after a few seconds of comfortable silence.
“Yep,” I replied.
“Which also means that’s how you see me,” she said.
It wasn’t really a question but I answered it anyway with a nod of my head. “Although I have to admit, it’s strange saying those things out loud. I don’t think I’ve ever verbalized them before.”
“Me neither,” she said quietly. “But that’s exactly how I see myself too. And, not coincidentally, you too.”
I looked up at her. “So what happens now?”
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