Deviant & Naughty

by Megan Rose

  Seeming to sense my reluctance, she starts taking more control, backing her ass into me with more and more force, until eventually she’s slamming back into me, her ass bouncing off my hips, my balls slapping up against her pussy as my cock goes balls deep into her asshole.

  “You like that?” she says, turning her upper body so she’s looking back at me. “You like it when I work your cock with my ass?”

  Unable to speak, I can only nod. She smiles and starts backing her ass into me even more aggressively. Then she tilts her head back, arching her spine and sending her silky black hair spilling over her back.

  Is she trying to tell me something? Giving me an opportunity to take control without explicit saying so? I think she is. So I gather up a handful of her hair and take the lead, shifting my legs to give myself a little more leverage before I start hammering away at her asshole.

  “That’s right,” she says, breathing more deeply now. “Pull my hair and fuck me like you mean it.”

  Inspired by her talking, I start giving it to her harder, my hips slamming against her ass, causing it to ripple with every thrust. I wrap my hand tighter around her hair and give it a good tug, arching her back even further and allowing me deeper access to her asshole.

  “There you go,” she says, her voice still low and seductive and intense. “Give it to me, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.”

  And so I do, turning her body so I’m standing now, my cock still planted firmly in her ass. I reach down and push on her shoulders, forcing her face into the cushions of the couch. I hold it there, pressing down on the side of her head while I pummel her ass, my body slamming against hers, my cock disappearing all the way inside her.

  She grabs ahold of her asscheeks with her hands and spreads them wide, stretching her asshole, allowing me deeper access. Seeing her this into it excites me further and I hammer away at her ass with everything I have, right at the edge now and not caring. Thousands of years of evolutionary instincts have taken over; I’m no longer concerned with prolonging the session, all I want to do is propagate my seed.

  “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum,” I say.

  She immediately pulls off my cock and spins around and drops to the floor, her mouth right in front of my cock. She takes my cock in her hand and jerks me off while her mouth sucks me off, heedless of the fact that it was just in her ass.

  She doesn’t have to work it for long before I’m at the point of no return. My legs tighten up and my body tenses for a moment, then releases.

  She pulls my cock from her mouth but continues jerking me off as the cum rockets out of my cock, spraying all over face and tits and neck, covering her body with milky whiteness while she stares directly into my eyes.

  She continues working my cock with her hand, squeezing out every last vestige of cum before finally letting go. She drops my cock and starts to laugh. Her face is a mess, completely covered with my sperm, like she’d dunked her face in a bowl of milk.

  “Pretty damn impressive,” she says, still giggling.

  “Thanks,” I say, as embarrassed as ever.

  She climbs to her feet and heads towards the bathroom.

  The session ends as all they all do, with her cleaning up real quick and then leaving without much fanfare. This is one of the things I love about escorts, the lack of any emotional awkwardness afterwards. It’s done, time to move on. But today it’s bothering me more than usual. It’s as though I want something more, something meaningful. I feel empty without it.

  As she’s walking out the door I want to ask her what her name is, so I can ask for her again, but I’m already feeling like this was a turning point in my life, and I know if I ask her for her name I’ll be tempted to call her again. And I don’t want that. At least, I don’t think I do. So I resist. But as soon as she closes the door behind her I’m already regretting it. But that’s okay. It’s time for a new phase in my life. Hopefully I can actually follow through with it.

  We’ll see.

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  BANGING THE SEXY NEIGHBOR

  Let me tell you about the slut down the street. Her name is Holly and she’s nineteen years old. Although not the hottest girl in the world, Holly is extremely cute, with big brown eyes, long brown hair, and a tiny, incredibly tight body. Standing at just a shade over 5’8” and checking in at right around 120 pounds, she’s skinny but athletic, with well-defined muscles and a washboard stomach and thin but toned legs.

  But where she really shines is her attitude. Upon first seeing her, Holly appears like she’s going to be petite and demure, even a bit shy, but it quickly becomes apparent that she’s wickedly smart and armed with a black sense of humor. Plus she had absolutely no qualms about speaking her mind, something that I adore in people, especially women.

  And in the bedroom? Let’s just say that she knows her way around. She’s up for anything, often instigating our more adventurous sessions and never turning down a request of mine, no matter how perverted.

  Holly is a true slut, in the best sense of the word. And even though she’s almost three years younger than me, she has the experience and attitude of a much older woman, making me feel like the younger man, something that doesn’t bother me at all.

  We hooked up for the first time six months ago. We didn’t get super-freaky that afternoon but considering we’d only known each other for a few minutes before hopping into bed, I wasn’t complaining. After all, how often is it that you meet a girl while jogging and end up fucking her less than five minutes later? Not often. But that’s exactly what happened.

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  I was on my way back to my house after a three mile run and she was just getting home. She parked her car against the curb and exited the driver’s side just as I got to her driveway. I glanced up at her, saw that she was a cutie, and kept right on looking, even as she returned my stare. In fact, she was checking me out just as intensely as I was checking her out. More so, actually.

  “You like what you see?” she asked. She was glaring at me with eyes that were harsh but held an undercurrent of playfulness and one side of her mouth was turned up in a little smirk.

  I stopped in front of her. We were about five feet away. I was already done with my run, so I figured I might as well do a little bit of flirting, not expecting it to end up anywhere. I looked her up and down, just as she had done to me. She was wearing a red t-shirt, jeans and t-shirt. Nothing too revealing but she wore them well.

  “That depends,” I said. “Do you?”

  She shrugged. “You’re the best looking boy I’ve seen in a while.”

  I laughed softly. “Well thanks, I guess. I believe I can honestly say the same thing about you. Except substitute girl for boy, of course.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that,” she said, speaking casually. “So do you want to come in and fuck?”

  “Excuse me?” I asked, a little smile masking my disbelief.

  “What? Did I stutter?” she said.

  “No, I guess you didn’t.”

  “Well then, what do you say? You like what you see and so do I. No sense beating around the bush. We might as well get on with things and see what comes of it.”

  I considered her offer, trying to figure out if she was just messing with me. I’m generally considered a pretty good-looking guy, even having done a little modeling for an underwear company back in my earlier years, and I was used to getting hit on. But not like this. Never like this.

  “You’re serious?” I asked, just to make sure.

  “Absolutely,” she replied.

  I pretended to think about it for a moment, but in reality, there was nothing to think about. She was a cute girl, and undoubtedly experienced, based on the way she was acting. Plus her forwardness could only mean good things in the bedroom.

  “Sure,” I said. “What the fuck.”

  “Great,” she said, turning and heading up the front walk. “Then follow me.”

  So I did.

  She unlocked the door and held it open for me
. “By the way,” she said. “My name is Holly.”

  “I’m Clay,” I replied, walking past her and into the living room. It was a decent enough place, fairly well furnished. I idly wondered if Holly lived alone. Not that it mattered too much at this point.

  “Nice to meet you, Clay,” Holly said, closing the door behind us.

  She took my hand and led me across the living room. My eyes were on her ass the entire time as it worked beneath her jeans. It was tight and tiny, exactly how I liked them.

  We went through the first door on the right. It was a sparse bedroom, consisting of a television, a couple of bookshelves, a king-sized bed and not much else.

  I closed the door behind us and when I turned around, Holly was already on her knees, her hands pulling down my flimsy running shorts and briefs I wore underneath.

  “Okay, then,” I said, caught off-guard but not complaining in the least. “I guess it’s going to be like that.”

  “Yes it is,” Holly said right before she took my cock in her mouth.

  My cock was already chubby from anticipation and it quickly grew hard as Holly worked it inside her mouth, licking and sucking on it like she’d done this a thousand times before. And maybe she had. I had no idea. But again, I wasn’t complaining.

  Shortly after my cock was hard, Holly stood up and starting taking off her clothes without any pretense. I followed suit, stripping my shirt off and slipping out of my socks and shoes.

  Once we were both naked, she spun me around so my back was facing the bed, then gave me a little shove, pushing me down onto the covers, falling on top of me as I came crashing down.

  Before we had even stopped bouncing, Holly was climbing on top of me, one leg on each side of me, straddling me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy. Leaning forward, she stuck her tongue into my mouth and started slowly grinding on my cock.

  It wasn’t long before she began to pick up the pace, breaking off the kiss and leaning back until she was sitting straight up. With my hands on her waist, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy, moving her body back and forth, then in a circular motion, then bouncing up and down on it, mixing things up, keeping me from getting too comfortable.

  I ran my hands up her washboard stomach and grabbed ahold of her small but incredibly perky tits. I played with her nipples, rubbing and flicking and lightly squeezing them until they were hard.

  Staring down at me, Holly’s face was a mask of concentration, her eyes totally focused and her jaw set tight. Her breath was coming more quickly now and she was slamming down onto my body with more and more force. Both of us were covered in sweat and the room smelled like sex.

  She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and used the newfound leverage to drop her ass onto my cock even more aggressively.

  “Holy shit,” she said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in my pussy.”

  She hammered down on me a couple more times then climbed off my cock and slid her body down the bed until her head was poised directly between my legs.

  Staring directly at me, she ran her tongue up and down my cock, licking it clean of her juices. With her eyes still locked on mine, she said, “I love the taste of my pussy. Do you like it when I lick my pussy juices off of your cock?”

  I nodded, unsure of whether I could even speak at that point.

  Sensing my trepidation, Holly laughed, then took my cock in her mouth and started to blow me proper, bouncing her head up and down on it a few times before taking it halfway down and holding it there.

  A couple seconds later she pulled her head off. Gripping my cock in her hand, she jerked me off, still maintaining eye contact.

  “Do you like how I suck your cock?” she asked.

  “I fucking love it,” I said, finding my voice.

  “It makes you want to come all over me, doesn’t it?” she said.

  “Yes it does,” I replied.

  Smiling, she said, “Maybe in a little while. But first I need your hard cock inside me again.” She released her hold on my cock and turned around.

  Climbing onto her hands and knees, she stuck her ass up in the air. Then she turned her upper body so she was looking back at me as I sat there, staring at her.

  “You like what you see?” she asked.

  “Very much so,” I said.

  “Well then, what are you waiting for?”

  I didn’t have a good answer, so I climbed to my knees and slid my body in behind hers. I grabbed ahold of my cock and slipped it into her dripping wet pussy.

  It slid in easily, like dipping into it pool of warm oil. It felt so good that I was afraid of giving her too much of my cock for fear that I wouldn’t last very long inside her if I did. But she refused to take things slow, working her ass back into me, moving it back and forth, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam.

  It wasn’t long before she was bouncing her ass back against me hard enough that I was losing my balance. I grabbed ahold of her hips and started moving forward as she moved back, our bodies meeting in the middle. It started off as a way to counteract her gyrations but we quickly settled into a nice rhythm.

  We continued on like this, our bodies working in perfect synch, slamming together with just the right amount of force to maximize the pleasure. Her breath was growing more rapid, as was mine, along with the rising pitch of the moans and groans coming from our mouths.

  I grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and spread her ass apart and started slamming my cock into her more aggressively, giving it to her balls deep, our bodies smacking up against each other with a wet sound.

  “Holy shit,” she said. “Just like that. Just like that.”

  Holly shifted her body, lifting her chin and arching her back a little further. She shook her head back and forth a couple of times, causing her hair to spill down her back. It beckoned me, just lying there, begging to get pulled.

  Holly turned her head and looked back at me, and somehow knew exactly what I was thinking. Between moaning breaths, she said, “Go ahead. Do it. Pull my fucking hair.”

  So I did, grabbing a handful of it and giving it a yank. Her head tilted further back and her spine arched even more, revealing her vertebrae and sharp shoulder blades and back muscles.

  This drove me crazy with lust, and I started hammering my cock into her even more aggressively.

  “Holy fuck,” she said, her voice rising in tone and intensity. “Just like that. Just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop! I’m going to fucking cum!”

  And Holly was as good as her word, tightening up for just a moment before unleashing a wordless scream as her entire body shimmied and shook while I continued pounding away at her.

  Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled herself off me. Before I had a chance to move, she’d spun around and wrapped her lips around my cock .

  Maintaining the same intensity from earlier, she started to blow me, moving her head back and forth while I looked down at her. Holly 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, Holly scooted her backside along the blankets. Once her hips were p
oised 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 Holly 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 Holly 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,” Holly 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.