But what Shawna did caught me totally off-guard. It was something I’d never had done, in fact, I hadn’t seen it or heard of it happening either.
With hands as skilled as a surgeon, Shawna isolated my testicles and pinched off my sack right above it, making a little package with the skin pulled tight around it. Then she guided the little package into her still-gaping asshole.
It was an incredibly tight fit, far tighter than my cock, and with her asshole squeezing my balls on all sides simultaneously, nearly unbearable. I don’t know about most guys, but testicles were infinitely more sensitive than my cock, and having both of them stuffed into her asshole had me close to tears. As it was, my foot was tapping on the floor and I was biting down on my bottom lip, trying to keep from groaning.
“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath while Shawna grinned like a demon up at me. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort. And I wasn’t particularly surprised. I’d suspected she was a bit of a sadist right from the beginning. Which is one of the things I liked most about her.
“Too much for you?” she said.
I shook my head. And it wasn’t. For as painful as it was, it felt great too. Intense as hell and fucking incredible. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced; right on the razor’s edge of pleasure and pain.
Shawna’s grin grew wider and more mischievous, and before I could puzzle out her next move, she started bouncing her ass against me, putting even more pressure on my balls.
“Fuck me running,” I groaned, barely able to get the words out. The line between pleasure and pain had been crossed, and although my balls in her asshole still felt incredible, the sensation was simply too intense. I made it three thrusts before quickly backing away, unable to take the pain.
Laughing, Shawna grabbed my cock and began playing with it, gently jerking me off. “Too much, huh?” she said.
I nodded sheepishly.
“Don’t feel bad, you did better than most,” she said, guiding the tip of my cock back into her asshole. “Now fuck me like you’re tying to break me in half. Pay me back for what I just did to you.”
“Gladly,” I said, thrusting my hips forward until my cock had disappeared into her asshole. Once it was all the way in, I held it there, our flesh smashed together.
Biting down on her bottom lip, Shawna nodded, her eyes wide and staring directly at mine, egging me on. She clearly wanted more.
Keeping my cock planted deep in Shawna’s asshole, I put one foot up on the couch for leverage and leaned forward, pushing even pushed harder, my hips digging into her flesh, my cock grinding against her insides.
“Holy fuck that feels so fucking good,” she said. “Your cock is so deep in my ass. Fuck me with it. Hammer it in and out of me.”
So I did, moving my hips back slowly, only to slam them forward with everything I had, mining her asshole with my cock. My body pounded against hers with every thrust, forcing her deeper into the cushions, her entire body quivering every time I bottomed out.
“Pump that little ass with your big cock,” she said, her voice controlled but intense. “Yeah, that’s right. Just like that. Just like that!”
I gradually increased the speed without diminishing the aggression, my body hammering down on Shawna’s, our eyes locked together. We were in perfect rhythm, totally in synch. The world consisted of nothing but pleasure. Pure unadulterated pleasure. Not only for me, but for Shawna too. One of her hands had migrated down to her pussy and she was using three fingers to rub furiously at her clit.
“Keep going,” she said, her tone getting a little sloppier, less controlled. “Holy fuck, keep going. Don’t fucking stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
So I didn’t, using the last of my energy to maintain the ridiculous pace, hammering my cock into her ass with as much intensity as I could muster, not sure how much longer I could keep going.
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!” Shawna said, her voice rising with every exclamation, right along with the speed in which her fingers attacked her clit. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, her entire body shaking and gyrating, legs quivering, chest rising and falling, juices squirting out of her pussy and all over my stomach.
Once her orgasm had passed, she regained control of herself. Back again was the controlled woman with the intense, demanding demeanor. “That’s right, use my tight little ass,” Shawna said, talking in a low, impossibly sexy voice. “Own it. Make it yours.”
It was a command, not a request, and for some reason that made it infinitely more erotic. So erotic, in fact, that it pushed me right to the edge of orgasm. Just like I’m sure she knew it would. Now that she’d had her orgasm, it was time to finish me off.
“Are you ready?” Shawna asked as I continued hammering away at her asshole.
I nodded. I couldn’t do anything else.
“Yeah?” she asked, staring up at me, her eyes challenging mine. “Are you sure?”
I nodded again, more vehemently this time.
“Then give me that fucking cum,” she said. “Empty that fucking nutsack in my fucking ass.”
I did as she demanded, finally allowing my body the release it had been begging for. I continued pumping my hips even as I shot my load inside her asshole, cringing all the while, feeling the same combination of pleasure and discomfort that had been the theme of the evening.
It took a good six or seven squirts for my body to emptied of cum, after which I slowly let my cock slide out of Shawna’s asshole.
There were some remnants of my cum leftover on my cock, but Shawna took care of them without hesitation, sliding her body down the couch until she was sitting on the floor with her head between my legs in a heartbeat.
She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it of our combined juices, then started sucking on it hard enough to make me squirm and try to pull away. But she wasn’t having it, and wrapped her arms around my waist to keep my in place.
I eventually wrenched free and scooted backwards, smiling and laughing despite the discomfort.
“What?” Shawna said, trying to look innocent. “You don’t like post-orgasm blow jobs?”
“They’re a bit intense.”
“That’s kind of the point,” she replied, climbing to her feet and gathering her clothes.
“I know, but still . . .” I said, trailing off.
“Well I love giving them, so you’re just going to have to get used to them,” Shawna said, turning her head to give me a wink as she walked past me, heading towards the bathroom.
It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. And once I did I could barely maintain my excitement.
“So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked carefully after she emerged from the bathroom fully clothed.
“Not unless you want it to be,” she said.
“Hell no,” I replied.
“Good,” Shawna said. “Because neither do I. It was fun. I’d like to do it again sometime.”
“I would too,” I said, still a bit dumbfounded.
“Of course, next time we’ll have to turn the intensity up even more, if that’s okay with you.”
“It’s more than okay,” I said.
“Great,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before heading towards the front door. “Then I’ll call you when I have some free time.”
“I can’t wait to hear from you,” I said as Shawna walked out of my condo, closing the door behind her.
I stared at the front door for a few seconds, still naked, then laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a day. One of the best of my life. And the idea that more would be coming? It was almost too much to think about. Almost, but not quite. I wondered what our next session would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out.
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ANY WAY SHE WANTS IT
A SERIES OF ONE NIGHT STANDS: VOLUME TWO
SCOTTY DIGGLER
Sometimes the best hook-ups are the unexpected ones. Take, for example, Derek Martin. Derek
wasn’t planning on having intense, deviant, depraved sex with a beautiful woman when the night started, and certainly not once he was one of the last people drinking in the little dive bar next to his house, but that was exactly what he got. And the pure unexpectedness of it all made it that much sweeter.
For Derek, it was the end of a long week, piggybacking on an extended string of bad luck, starting with a bad breakup three months prior, followed by being passed over for promotion at work, combined with a car accident with an uninsured driver, and topped off with the death of Kirby, the 13-year-old beagle he’d had since he was a kid. And the string didn’t look to be ending anytime soon, as far as he could tell.
With no light at the end of the tunnel, he decided to get drunk to ease his wounds. So on the way home from work on a Wednesday night (his Friday) he stopped at a little Irish-themed hole-in-the-wall near his house.
When he arrived at just after 10pm there was a decent-sized crowd, a mix of men and women, all different ages, all different lifestyles. Two and half hours later, he was only one of two people left, save for the bartender.
The other customer had been there for almost as long as he had, sitting alone on the opposite side of the bar, drinking alone just like Derek. They’d made eye-contact a couple times but it was always fleeting. From the looks of things, she was just as down in the dumps as he was.
With her short blonde hair, pale skin, big brown eyes, full lips and meticulously applied makeup, she was an incredibly attractive woman, far too good looking for Derek to even consider making a move on under normally circumstances. But after 9 beers and 3 shots of Jack Daniels, he was feeling less like himself than usual. Plus he figured things couldn’t get any worse than they’d been recently, so he asked the bartender what the lady was drinking and had one sent over to her.
Shortly after receiving the drink, she stood up from her side of the bar and walked over towards him.
Derek watched her intently as she approached, unable to take his eyes off her. Up until now, he’d only seen her face. And while it was extremely cute, it was no match for the rest of her body. Thin frame, toned arms, perky breasts, flat stomach, narrow hips, long, sculpted legs—she was the full package. And dressed to impress in a short black cocktail dress and black heels.
He tried to act casual as she stopped in front of his stool but he could hardly breath. His stomach was doing somersaults and his head was spinning.
“Thanks for the drink,” she said in a high-pitched, sexy voice. “I’m Erin.”
“I’m Derek. Pleased to meet you.”
“Same here,” Erin said. “Mind if I join you?”
“I’d be honored,” Derek said.
“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” Erin said as she sat down. “I was wondering when you were going to get around to noticing me.”
“Oh, I noticed you a while ago,” Derek said.
“Then what took you so long to make a move?”
“That sort of thing just isn’t my style,” he said. “Besides, the way you were all dressed up, I figured you were on your way to meet someone.”
“Actually, that was earlier in the evening,” Erin said.
“Well, considering you’re here drinking alone, I’m guessing it didn’t go well.”
Erin laughed humorlessly and took a drink. “That’s the understatement of the year.”
“Sorry about that,” Derek said.
She shrugged. “What can you do?”
Derek finished his beer and ordered another. “Oh, I wouldn’t sweat it too much.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Surely a woman like you has no problem getting whatever man she wants.”
“What makes you say that?”
Derek shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.
“Come on,” Erin said. “You’re the one that brought it up. You can’t back out now.”
“I just meant . . . someone as attractive as you probably has men following you around like dogs at heel.”
“Only from afar,” she said.
“Really?” Derek asked as the bartender set his newly-filled glass down in front of him.
Erin nodded. “You’d be surprised how many men are afraid to even talk to me, let alone ask me out on a date. Or to go home with them.”
“But it has to happen sometimes.”
“Well, yeah,” she said. “Of course. But even then it never works out.”
“Oh yeah?” Derek asked. “And why is that?”
“Because the ones that approach girls generally aren’t worth a shit.”
Derek laughed and took a drink of his beer.
“What’s so funny?” Erin asked.
“I was just thinking about what you said and how right it is,” Derek said. “All my friends who try to scam on women are pieces of shit.”
“Exactly.”
“Then why come over here when I bought you a drink?”
“Because you did it the right way,” Erin said. “You sat back for two hours without making a move. Then you had a drink sent over. That’s classy stuff. I don’t see it much these days.”
“I have to admit I’ve never been accused of being classy,” Derek said, smiling.
“It’s not an accusation, it’s a compliment,” Erin said.
“Well thanks, then.”
“You’re very welcome,” she said, finishing off the rest of her drink. “Although, to be perfectly frank, there’s one more reason I decided to come over here. Three more, actually.”
“Oh yeah? And what are they?”
“One, I’m really drunk. Two, I’m really horny. And three, you’re really cute.”
Derek’s heart fluttered and he could feel his face starting blush. “You really think I’m cute?”
Erin bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “Do you think I’m cute?”
“I think you’re fucking beautiful.”
“Even better,” she said. “So what do you say?”
“To what?”
“To going to your place and having a little fun.”
“I say what are we waiting for?”
Derek pounded the rest of his beer, hopped off the barstool, took Erin’s hand, and led her to the door.
#
Ten minutes later they were in Derek’s apartment, kissing and groping each other, practically tearing each other’s clothes off. They’d started at it immediately after closing the front door behind them, and were still right there in the hallway, not even bothering to make their way into the bedroom before getting started.
“There’s something you need to know,” Erin said between kisses. She was down to her bra and panties and Derek to his boxers and socks. Their clothes lay in a heap over by the door.
Derek broke their embrace and took a quick step back.
“It’s nothing bad,” Erin said upon seeing the look on his face. “It’s just . . . I’m not a normal girl.”
“No offense, but that doesn’t make me feel any better,” Derek said.
“No,” Erin said, laughing under her breath. “Not like that. It’s just . . . I like things a certain way and I’m not shy about telling you exactly what to do.”
“Well, lucky for you I’m not a typical guy,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m actually good at following directions.”
Erin’s smile was wide and genuine as she looked up at him. “I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how many guys just do their own thing, regardless of what I want.”
“Not me,” Derek said. “I promise to give you whatever you want.”
“Where have you been my whole life?”
“That’s funny, I was wondering the exact same thing about you.”
“I don’t know where I’ve been,” Erin said, pushing him back against the wall. “But I know where I’m going to go.”
“Where’s that?” Derek asked.
“Down,” Erin said, dropping to her knees.
“Oh,” Derek said as she pulled his boxers
down around his ankles. “Very clever.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as Erin took his cock in her mouth. Looking down at her, he watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, her eyes locked on his the entire time.
After bobbing on the head of Derek’s cock for a bit, Erin took him deeper inside her mouth, about halfway down, and held it there for a few seconds before pulling off.
She spit on his cock and started jerking him off. Looking up at him, she said, “You like how I suck your cock?”
Derek nodded, unsure if he could speak.
“Do you want me to suck it some more?”
He nodded again.
Giggling, Erin took his cock in her mouth once again, this time taking it three-quarters of the way down before pulling back. But instead of letting his cock all the way out of her mouth, she took it right to the tip then pushed her head forward again, blowing him proper, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she stared up at him.
Erin sucked Derek’s cock continuously for a full minute before finally letting it slip out of her mouth. His cock was rock-hard, sticking straight out and coated with her spit, glistening in the meager light of the hallway.
She grabbed Derek around the waist and spun him around so his back was facing the wall, then gave him a little push, backing him flush against it.
Looking up at him with a devilish smile, Erin quickly undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she grabbed ahold of Derek’s shaft and smacked the head of his cock against her newly exposed tits a couple times.
He let out a single, involuntary groan.
“Oh, you liked that, did you?” Erin said, her evil smile growing wider.
“Yeah,” Derek replied.
“Then you’ll probably like this too,” she said, dropping her head a little bit lower and slapping her cheek with his cock.
“Holy fuck,” Derek said under his breath. For some reason this turned him on more than when she’d been sucking his cock. It was just so nasty.
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