But Tiff 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. Tiff 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany. I had learned when we were waitressing that trying to compete with Tiffany 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 body 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 Tiff’s ass and wonderful wetness. Typically Tiffany 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 Tiff 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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NEW YEAR’S EVE
MY FILTHY SLUTS: VOLUME TWO
JESSE FLYNN
I’m always on the road for work. Because of this, I’ve cultivated relationships with different women in all the various cities I visit on a regular basis. But on rare occasions, my work sends me somewhere new.
Generally when I go someplace new, it’s a very short trip, so I just take the time to work and hang by myself. But sometimes, things work out perfectly, leaving me in a situation that I just can’t help but take advantage of.
This was exactly what happened a couple weeks back. I got sent to Tampa, Florida for a few days.
It was December 31st and I was at a work party at the building that held our offices downtown. The employees and I were watching TV, waiting for the Big Apple to drop in Times Square when I went down the elevator and out the front door to have a smoke. It was a few minutes until midnight and I was being stalked by my personal assistant for the week and I needed to get out of there before she cornered me at midnight.
As soon as I lit up, the door behind me opened and a young woman walked out lighting a cigarette of her own. I’d seen her coming and going from the building a few times in the last couple days but didn’t know her name. We’d never even said hi to one another.
I’d definitely noticed her though. At 5’9” tall and an athletic 135 pounds, with short brown hair with blonde highlights, the face of a model, a killer body and revealing outfits nearly every day, it was impossible not to.
Tonight she was wearing a form-fitting little black dress that barely covered her ass and black knee-high boots. She looked fucking incredible and I couldn’t help but stare at her.
When she caught me, I didn’t look away. I just smiled. Luckily, she smiled back.
“You work here, don’t you?” she said. “Up on the fifth floor?”
“Yes I do,” I said, surprised and a little excited that she’d taken the time to learn a little something about me. “What about you?”
“I’m on the third floor,” she said, puffing on her cigarette. “I’m Eve.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“What?” she said, looking serious.
“Oh, I thought you were joking,” I replied, forcing myself to stop laughing. But I couldn’t get rid of my grin. I was simply too buzzed.
“Nope,” Eve said. “I’m dead serious.”
“Imagine that, meeting a girl named Eve on New Year’s Eve.”
“I’m not a girl,” she said, glaring at me with a hint of defiance but also a measure of playfulness. “I’m a woman.”
“Fair enough,” I said, chuckling. “I’m Jesse.”
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p; “Nice to meet you, Jesse.”
“Same here,” I said.
“So, Jesse, what are you doing out here?” she asked me. “Don’t you have someone inside you want to kiss at midnight?”
“Hell no,” I said, taking a hit off my smoke. “I’m running away from someone, actually.”
“No shit?” she said. “Me too.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep,” Eve said. “He’s my boss. He’s been trying to get me in a compromising position for almost a year now.”
“That sucks,” I said.
“It is what it is,” she said. “And it’s not like I dissuade it. As long as he thinks he has a shot he lets me do whatever I want.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“What?” she said. “If he’s gonna act like an ass I’m at least going to take advantage of it.”
“No, no,” I said. “I hear you. It makes perfect sense.”
“I think so too,” Eve said, taking another puff. “What about you? Who are you running from?”
“My personal assistant,” I said. “She thinks it’s part of her job to make sure I’m happy all the time.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Not like that,” I said.
“Oh, I get it,” Eve said. “She’s old, fat and ugly, right?”
“Actually she’s a 21-year old former model from Sweden.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m serious,” I said.
Eve gave me a sideways look tinged with disappointment. “So you’re gay then?”
I laughed. “Nope.”
“Married? Girlfriend?”
I shook my head.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“It’s simple,” I said. “I don’t shit where I eat.”
“Makes sense,” Eve said. “But what about in the same vicinity?” she continued, looking at me with one eyebrow raised.
“What do you mean?” I asked, not wanting to be presumptuous.
“Well, you don’t want to fuck someone that you work with, but what about someone who works in the same building?”
“Hypothetically?” I said.
“Of course,” she replied, smiling ruefully.
I shrugged. “I don’t see a problem with that. Assuming there was someone at the building that was interested in me.”
“And if there was?” she said.
“Is there?”
“Perhaps,” Eve said, her mouth turned up in a little grin. “Of course, she isn’t 21 any more, and she isn’t a Swedish supermodel, but she does know her way around the bedroom and she’s pretty damn hot to boot.”
I dusted off the last of my cigarette and dropped the butt onto the ground and put it out with my foot. Then I took a couple of steps over towards her. “Are you saying you want to fuck me?”
“That depends,” she said, leaning back, playing it cool.
“On what?”
“On whether or not you want to fuck me.”
I looked her up and down. “Sure,” I said, trying to act serious but unable to hide my grin. “I’ve had worse.”
“Oh, I’m sure you have,” she said, replying instantly, not wavering for a moment. “But I guarantee you’ve never had better.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded confidently. Then she grabbed my hand and led me back into the building. “Come on. I’ll prove it to you.”
Five minutes later we were in my office with the door locked behind us while the New Year’s Eve party wound down a few doors down the hall.
“So what do you think?” she said, hopping up on my desk. “Are you ready to tap this little ass of mine?”
“Hell yes,” I said.
“Good,” she said. “Because I sure as hell want to get me a piece of you. But before we get the dirty stuff, we have to have a little discussion first.”
“About what?”
“My preferences,” Eve said.
“What about them?”
“I’m not one to take things easy,” she said.
“Is that right?” I asked, intrigued.
“Yep,” she replied. “I’m not afraid to get a little freaky. Even on the first night. Is that okay with you?”
“It’s more than okay,” I said. “I think it’s great.”
“You like getting freaky too?” she said.
“Hell yeah,” I replied. “Life’s too short for boring sex.”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Eve said. “Of course, I’m not just going to sit back and let you take charge the whole night either,” she said. “I’m prone to bouts of control every once in a while.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said.
“Are you sure? Lots of men say that but once it gets down to it they start freaking out when I take charge.”
“Not me,” I said. “I’m totally into that kind of thing.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.” I said.
“Huh,” she said, looking at me sideways.
“What?” I said, even though I knew exactly what she was thinking. What all women thought when they first looked at me. That I’m just a boring, regular old businessman.
“Nothing,” Eve said. “It’s just, you don’t really look like the freaky type.”
“That’s funny,” I said. “Because I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
“Yeah, I don’t really look like a dirty little fuckslut, do I?”
“Not at all.”
“I think that’s part of the fun,” she said, smiling.
“I do too,” I said.
She laughed. “It sounds like we both underestimated each other, doesn’t it?”
“It sure does,” I said.
Eve ran her finger down my chest. “Well I guess we won’t make that mistake again.”
“I guess we won’t.”
She grabbed ahold of my shirt and pulled me in close and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We made out like desperate animals, aggressively exploring each other tonsils and smashing our faces together.
Eve ran her hand down my chest and started rubbing it against my cock, which was already starting to get hard. In return, I grabbed ahold of her small but perky breast through her dress and gave it a squeeze. She increased the pressure on my cock and I squeezed harder. We were feeding off each other, her excitement made mine grow, which in turn made hers even larger.
She undid my belt, the top button of my pants and then my zipper, causing my pants to fall down to my ankles.
“Holy crap,” she said, laughing softly as she looked at my cock. “It’s fucking huge.”
“Yeah, it’s a little on the large side,” I said, slightly embarrassed as I always was when a woman commented on the size of my cock but not letting Eve know it.
As she played with my hard cock, I pulled her dress off and undid her bra and started tweaking her nipples, making her gasp.
After making out while playing with each other for a couple minutes, Eve slid off my desk and dropped to her knees in front of me. She grabbed ahold of my cock and looked up at me, jerking me off the whole time.
“You have such a beautiful cock,” she said, her eyes pools of need. “I want to suck on it. Is that okay with you?”
Smiling down at her, I nodded my head.
“Are you sure?” she said, grinning up at me, teasing me.
“I’m positive,” I said, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt.
Her smile widened and then she went to town on my cock, rubbing and licking it all over, not staying in the same place for more than a second or two, sucking on the tip, running her tongue down the length of my shaft, caressing my balls, them taking them in her mouth for a bit before going back to work my cock
Eve wrapped her lips around my cock, moving up and down the shaft in time with her hand, which was still jerking me off. She bobbed on it a couple times, then took me all the way down her throat, holding it for a couple seconds, before pulling it back off and jerking me off once
again.
“Fuck my face,” she said, opening her mouth wide. “I want you to fuck my face.”
I grabbed one handful of her hair in each hand, then slid my cock into her waiting mouth. Holding her head in place, I fucked her face, forcing my cock as far down her throat as it would go. She was almost able to take the whole thing before gagging.
“Not bad,” I said, pulling my cock from her mouth. “Not bad at all.”
“It’s so big,” she said. “I’ve never tried to deepthroat such a huge cock before.”
“It doesn’t happen often, I can tell you that much,” I said.
“I can do it,” she said as tears leak from her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive,” she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “I just need a little help. No matter how much I’m struggling, keep pushing it in.”
“If you insist.”
Eve took a deep breath and opened her mouth again.
Smiling, I stuck my cock back into her mouth. This time it got about three-quarters of the way in before she started to gag. But I didn’t stop, continuing to force it further into her mouth, just as she had told me too. She coughed again and more tears dripped down her face, smearing her mascara.
“Just a little bit more,” I said, my cock almost disappearing completely now. “Another inch and you’re there.”
This seemed to inspire Eve, and she took the last little bit on her own, suddenly pushing her head forward until she was deepthroating me, her chin touching my balls. I released her hair, giving her a chance to pull away, but she stayed put for another second or two more before finally releasing my cock from her throat.
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