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  I’m very close to the point of no return now. My thrusts become even more frenzied as I climb towards the edge of orgasm. And then I’m just seconds away.

  I pull my cock out of her ass and scramble up closer to her head. I grab a handful of her hair and lift and spin her around until she’s on her knees and facing me. I stick my rock hard cock in her open mouth. She attacks my cock, sucking her ass juices off it, taking it all the way down her throat and gagging on it before popping it back out. She spits on my cock, jerks it off for a couple seconds while looking up at me, then goes back to sucking it, her hand working the shaft while her mouth works the tip.

  My body tenses up and my hips thrust forward. An unintelligible sound escapes from my mouth and then I feel the jolt of electricity flowing up from my balls and towards the tip of my cock.

  She sucks me off until the last possible moment, then pulls her lips from my cock just as I start to cum. She continues to jerk me off as I cum in spasms, the milky white liquid streaming from my cock in short bursts, splashing the mirror, covering her reflection.

  She continues stroking my cock until I’m completely dry, then in classic escort fashion, climbs up, picks up her panties and dress from the floor, slips into them, grabs the money I’ve left sitting on the table, waves goodbye, and walks out the door.

  Laughing, I head to the bathroom to grab a towel and clean up the mess I’ve left on the mirror. I’ve got no hard feelings. None whatsoever.

  I know better than anyone that you get what you pay for. And that’s what I got. Hot, dirty, nasty anal sex with a whore who liked it in the ass. Nothing more, nothing less. Just like I wanted.

  Until next time . . .

  #####

  SEXY VENGEANCE

  TAYLOR JORDAN

  Tommy was sitting on the couch, getting ready for the football game, when his girlfriend, Bridgette came storming in. She was an incredibly attractive young woman, with long dark hair, perfect skin, a gorgeous face and a ridiculous body, long and lean, with firm, perky tits, an ass that just wouldn’t quit, and legs that seemed a mile long. From the angry look on her face it was obvious she was pissed off about something.

  “What the fuck were you doing last night?” Bridgette said in a demanding tone.

  “Hi to you too,” Tommy said.

  “Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Answer the question.”

  “Last night? Nothing,” Tommy said unconvincingly.

  “Really?’ Bridgette said. “Because I read your text messages this morning and I know you were doing something with some slut.”

  Tommy took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes.

  “Come on, don’t think about what lie you’re going to give me. Just tell me what the fuck you did. Or should I say, who?”

  “It’s . . . it’s not what you think, honey,” Tommy said. “Nothing was going on.”

  “Really?” Bridgette said, clearly not believing him. “So you didn’t fuck her?”

  “No. Don’t be silly.”

  “So you’re just gonna sit there and lie to me?” Bridgette said. “You’re really gonna tell me you didn’t fuck that bitch last night?”

  Tommy shrugged. “Maybe a little bit.”

  “A little bit?” she replied. “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Okay, okay, I fucked her,” Tommy said.

  “Goddammit!” Bridgette said. “What the fuck is the matter with you?”

  “I was drunk,” Tommy stammered. “And it just sort of happened.”

  “Sort of happened, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So what are you saying?” Bridgette asked. “That I’m not hot enough for you anymore? Is that it?”

  “Of course not,” Tommy said.

  “Then why did you have go out and find some other bitch to fuck?”

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just . . .she kind of forced me to do it.”

  “She forced you?” Bridgette said, incredulous. “Are you fucking serious? Is that your excuse? That some bitch forced you to fuck her?”

  Tommy shrugged. “Sort of. I mean, yeah.”

  “So what are you saying? That she held a gun to your head? Or that she drugged you and took you back to her place? Or did she just hog-tie you and throw you in the back of her car?”

  Tommy took another deep breath then opened his mouth to reply but Bridgette was having none of it.

  “No,” she said. “You know what? Fuck it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t even care.”

  Right then, the doorbell rang.

  “Who is that?” Bridgette said. “Don’t tell me it’s that bitch you fucked last night.”

  “No,” Tommy said, starting to stand up. “It’s just Matt. He’s coming over to watch the game.”

  Bridgette’s eyes lit up. “Matt, huh? The tall guy with the dark hair and rocking body?”

  “I guess,” Tommy said, heading towards the door. “I never really looked at him in that way though.”

  “Interesting,” Bridgette said. “I’m gonna grab a couple of beers from the fridge. See you in a bit.”

  Tommy looked back at Bridgette just as he reached the door. He didn’t like her sudden switch in moods. It could only mean bad things were in store. But he forgot all about her once he opened the door.

  “Hey Matt, come on it,” Tommy said.

  Matt walked in and took a seat on the couch while Tommy sat in the chair across from him. They were talking about the upcoming game when Bridgette walked in holding two beers.

  “Hey, thanks hon,” Tommy said, holding his hand out for one of the beers.

  “Oh, did you want a beer?” Bridgette asked, sitting down on the couch next to Matt. She was so close to him they were practically touching. “Then go get yourself one. These are for me and Matt.”

  “O-kay then,” Tommy said, slightly miffed.

  “So Matt,” Bridgette said, turning her attention to him. She had a wide, friendly smile on her face. “How are you doing today?”

  “Uh, pretty good,” Matt replied cautiously. He shot a glance over towards Tommy but just got a shake of the head in return.

  “Just pretty good?” Bridgette said, taking a long pull from her beer.

  “Yeah, I guess,” Matt said, taking a drink from his beer too.

  “Well, then I guess we’re going to have to change that,” Bridgette said. She finished the rest of her beer then swung her leg over Matt’s body and straddled him.

  “Whoa there,” Matt said, trying to squirm out from under her. “Wait a minute.”

  “What’s the matter?” Bridgette asked, riding his gyrations like an expert. “Don’t you like me sitting on your lap?”

  “No,” Matt said.

  “Why not?” Bridgette asked. She was still smiling and looking down at him, their faces mere inches apart. “Don’t you think I’m hot.”

  “No,” Matt stammered. “I mean, yeah, you’re hot as shit, but, well . . .” He shot another glance over at Tommy as if to ask, “What the fuck?”

  “Okay, enough,” Tommy said. “You’re making him uncomfortable.”

  “He sure doesn’t feel uncomfortable,” Bridgette said, turning her upper body so she was looking at Tommy. “In fact, he feels very comfortable to me. And quite hard, too.”

  “All right, all right,” Matt said, finally able to make his way out from under Bridgette. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but—”

  “I’ll tell you what’s going on,” Bridgette said. She was still smiling but it was no longer friendly. It was demonic. And directed at Tommy.

  “She’s just pissed because—” Tommy said.

  “You, shut up,” Bridgette said, pointing at Tommy. “I’ll do the explaining here.”

  Tommy threw up his hands in submission.

  “What’s going on is Tommy fucked some skanky slut last night and now he’s going to pay the price,” Bridgette said, turning her attention back to Matt again. “And the price he’s gonna pay is me taking you upsta
irs and fucking your brains out.”

  “Hold on just a second,” Matt said, standing up quickly and backing away. “I don’t want to get in the middle of some fight here.”

  “It’s too late,” Bridgette said, rising and walking towards him. “You’re already in the middle of it.”

  “Is this for real?” Matt said, looking at Tommy.

  Tommy didn’t say anything. He was just glaring at them.

  “It most certainly is,” Bridgette said. “So what do you think, Matt? Are you game for going upstairs with me and getting nasty?”

  “I don’t know,” Matt said.

  “What’s the matter?” Bridgette asked, brushing her body up against Matt’s. This time, he didn’t shy away. “Am I not hot enough for you?”

  “It’s not that,” Matt said. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

  “Then what is it?” she asked.

  “It’s just . . . weird,” Matt said. He started to turn towards Tommy again but Bridgette put her hand on Matt’s chin and turned his head until he was staring into her eyes.

  “Don’t worry about him,” she said, still holding his chin with her hand and his eyes with her own. Her voice had dropped to a sexy purr. “He doesn’t matter right now. What matters is you and me. Are you game?”

  “If you do this, we’re done,” Tommy chimed in from the other side of the room.

  “We’re done already,” Bridgette said, not even bothering to turn in his direction.

  “Not you,” Tommy said. “I was talking to Matt.”

  Tommy didn’t look at Matt either. He was too transfixed by Bridgette’s eyes.

  “So what do you say, Matt?” Bridgette asked.

  “Fuck it,” Matt said, breaking out in a smile. “We weren’t really very good friends, anyway.”

  “That’s the spirit,” Bridgette said. She grabbed Matt’s hand and led him up the stairs. Halfway up, she shot a triumphant look down at Tommy, who was fuming silently. As she watched, Tommy stood up in a huff, grabbed his keys, and left through the front door, slamming it on the way out.

  Feeling victorious—not to mention excited at the prospect of fucking Matt’s brains out—Bridgette climbed the last of the stairs, pulled Matt into the bedroom and closed the door behind them.

  As soon as they were inside, Bridgette dropped to her knees in front of Matt, right there in the center of the room.

  She quickly undid his belt and zipper and pulled his pants and boxers down and took his cock in her mouth, not wasting any time at all. Looking down at Bridgette, Matt watched as she worked his cock, sucking on the tip while she jerked his shaft with her hand, staring up at him the whole time.

  After working just the head of Matt’s cock for a bit, Bridgette took him deeper inside her mouth, more than halfway down, holding it there for a few seconds before pulling her head back and catching her breath.

  Bridgette spit on Matt’s cock and started jerking him off. His dick was rock-hard, stiff as a board and coated with her spit.

  Smiling up at him, she said, “How am I treating you so far?”

  “Great,” Matt said, smiling back at her.

  Bridgette laughed and again took his cock into her mouth again, sucking him off properly this time, her lips moving back and forth along his shaft while she continued to stare up at him, maintaining eye contact. She blew him like a pro, constantly switching up the speed and pressure, keeping him from settling into too much of a rhythm.

  Two minutes later, Bridgette finally let Matt’s cock slip out of her mouth.

  Looking up at him with an evil smile, Bridgette pulled her shirt off over her shoulders, revealing her perky, perfect tits. She grabbed ahold of Matt’s cock and slapped it against her cheek a few times. Then she rose up on her legs and smacked it against her tits.

  After Bridgette sucked on Matt’s cock for another minute, he bent down and pulled her to her feet, then hooked his arms under her legs and picked her up. As she laughed in enjoyment, Matt carried her over to the bed and dropped her atop it so her back was on the covers and her legs were facing towards him.

  “It’s so nice having a big, strong man to take care of me,” Bridgette said.

  “That’s what I’m here for,” Matt replied.

  He climbed onto the bed, lying on his stomach between her legs. He ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed ahold of the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off. Bridgette wasn’t wearing any panties and her pussy was dripping wet.

  Matt didn’t waste any time, opening her legs wider and diving in face-first between them, his tongue working her pussy right from the get-go.

  “Holy shit you’re good at that,” Bridgette said as he ate her out, working his tongue like an expert, licking her pussy, sucking on her clit, and eventually sticking his rigid tongue inside her snatch.

  After a couple minutes of being eaten out, Bridgette grabbed a handful of Matt’s hair and pulled his head towards hers. His body slid up hers until he was lying atop of her, his hard cock resting on her pussy, his face directly above hers.

  “Are you ready to get down to business?” Bridgette asked.

  Matt nodded.

  “Good, because I need your cock inside me. Now.”

  “My pleasure,” Matt said. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and they made out while Bridgette reached down and grabbed ahold of his cock and slid it into her wet, waiting pussy.

  “Holy shit you feel so good inside of me,” Bridgette said as Matt moved against her, sliding his cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow strokes. “Yeah, yeah,” she added. “Just like that. Just like that. Give it to me like you mean it.”

  Matt gave it to Bridgette just as she’d asked, gradually speeding things up as the seconds wore on, until he was pounding away at her pussy, his body hammering into hers with every thrust.

  Still, Bridgette wanted more.

  “Harder,” she cried. “Fuck me harder!”

  Matt lifted Bridgette’s legs up and pushed them back towards her head, lifting her ass up in the air and giving him more leverage, allowing him to do what she’d asked. And he did, fucking her with everything he had, slamming his cock deep into her pussy, grunting with effort as she screamed in pleasure beneath him.

  “Right there, right fucking there!” Bridgette said, hooking her arms under his knees and holding her legs back even further. “Fuck my pussy, fuck my tight little pussy!”

  Excited by hearing Bridgette talk dirty to him, Matt turned up the heat, sliding his hands up her stomach and grabbing a hold of her tits and squeezing while he continued to fuck her.

  Bridgette’s cries were wordless now but growing louder as Matt pummeled her pussy harder than ever. He kept up the tempo with ease, working like a jackhammer, not letting up on Bridgette at all.

  It wasn’t long before she was on the verge of orgasm.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Bridgette cried, her body tensing up as Matt continued slamming into her, wet sounds filling the room as their bodies slammed together. Her breath grew more and more rapid, then she tensed up for a moment before releasing with a piercing cry as the orgasm passed through her.

  “Turn me over,” Bridgette said, releasing her legs and wrapping her arms around Matt’s neck and pulling his face in closer to hers. “I want you to fuck me doggy-style.”

  Smiling widely, Matt obliged her, pulling out of Bridgette then forcibly flipping her over onto her hands and knees. He stared down at her perfect little ass for a moment then sidled up to her and slipped her cock into her dripping wet pussy. He didn’t bother taking things slow, he just started pummeling his cock in and out of her snatch right from the beginning.

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” Bridgette cried as Matt slammed his cock into her, his hips bouncing off her ass before hammering back into it again. “That’s what I’m fucking talking about! Destroy me with that huge cock of yours! Break me in fucking half!”

  Matt did all he could, forcing his cock as deep inside her pussy as he could. “Is that how you like it?” he aske
d, giving some of her dirty talk back to her. “Am I fucking you hard enough now?”

  “Fuck yeah!” she said, turning her head back to look at him. “Give it to me like you mean it. Punish me, fucking punish me! I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished!”

  “How’s this?” Matt said, grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking back on it, eliciting a sharp yelp from Bridgette. “Is this better?”

  “The best!” she screamed between deep, gasping breath. “You’re the fucking best!”

  Matt was rapidly rising towards orgasm himself now, but he had one more trick up his sleeve. Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around Bridgette’s hair and continuing to pull on it, he reared back with his free hand and gave her a hearty smack on the ass.

  “How about that?” he said, barely able to get the words out he was breathing so hard. “Do you like that too?”

  “I love it,” Bridgette said, her voice harsh and gravelly. “I fucking love it. Smack my ass again. Smack it like you mean it!”

  So Matt did, rearing back again and slapping her ass multiple times, each one echoing about the room like a gunshot.

  “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” Bridgette screamed, her entire body bucking and bouncing. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

  And cum she did as Matt continued hammering away at her while yanking back on her hair and smacking away at her ass all at the same time.

  Once Bridgette’s second orgasm had passed, Matt was free to cum too, and he did so in short order, releasing her hair and grabbing onto her hips to provide him with an extra measure of leverage to fuck her harder than he had all night.

  The entire bed was shaking and the headboard was bouncing against the wall so hard it sounded like an earthquake. But Matt didn’t let up. He was fucking Bridgette more aggressively than he’d ever fucked anyone before and she was taking it like a pro.

 

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