With my cock still inside her, I climb to my feet, altering the angle of penetration and giving myself a bit more leverage. From here I can buck my hips even harder, allowing me to slam my cock even deeper inside her pussy.
I slow things down just a bit, giving her one thrust every couple of seconds or so but holding my cock deep inside her for an extra beat every time I bottom out. A short time later I start to speed things up again, slowly but surely, until we are once again at a good, solid rhythm, me using the springiness of the bed to bring her ass up to me as I pump her.
My right hand slides back towards her ass and I start fiddling around with her asshole, my thumb working the outside of it, gently applying pressure in a circular motion, feeling her out a bit, seeing if she objects.
She doesn’t. In fact, her groans take on a more intense tone and she starts bouncing more aggressively back up against me.
Taking this as a sign of assent, I stick the tip of my thumb in the center of her little pink asshole and press down with more force until I’m right on the edge of penetration.
She turns her head and glared wickedly up at me, her eyes narrow, her face flushed, her mouth turned up in a nasty little smirk.
“You like that, do you?” I say.
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods.
With her still looking up at me I push my thumb inside her asshole, eliciting a passionate, deep-rooted growl of pure pleasure followed by a drawn out drawn-out string of barely comprehensible muttering.
With my thumb still planted firmly in her ass I pound away, drawing ever closer to orgasm and loving every second of it. And once she reaches back and spreads her asscheeks, I know the end has unfortunately come. I slam into her a couple more times then pull both my thumb and cock out of her at the same time.
I let out a wordless groan and spurt all over her, dousing her ass and lower back in milky white cum. I squeeze out the last couple drops and then fall back onto the bed, totally spent.
Grinning, she turns and plops down on the bed and looks at me.
“So how was your first taste of Texas,” she says.
“Wonderful.”
“I’m glad. How long are you staying?”
“Unfortunately I leave tomorrow morning.”
“That’s too bad,” she says. “You think you’ll be back anytime soon?”
“Actually I’m due to be back in a couple of weeks,” I say. “You think you might be free?”
“I can probably wiggle some time out.”
“What about friends?”
“Yours or mine?”
“Yours,” I say. “You got any that are as hot as you are?”
“Honey, nobody is as hot as I am,” she says with a smile. “But I got a few that are close.”
“Well, maybe next time you can bring one of them along too.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can arrange something.”
“I’m sure you can,” I say with a smile of my own.
After all, that’s what I want. And the beauty of escorts is you get what you want. Every single fucking time.
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AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 36
What do you remember more fondly? Average sex with a super-hot chick? Or super-hot sex with an average chick?
Most men, when they think of sexy women, prefer youth. The cute faces, the tight bodies, the smooth skin. Not me. I love mature women. Sure their asses are a little bigger, their bodies not quite as tight, their faces a little more worn, their tits sag a little more, but so what? The way I see it, passion and enthusiasm trumps all those things.
I mean, think about it, what kind of woman provides a more memorable experience?
A smoking hot young chick who just lies there like a dead fish?
Or the older freak who goes crazy on you in bed, no matter what she looks like?
I don’t know about you, but for me it’s not even close. I’ve been with my share of tight-bodied, firm-breasted, natural 18-year beauties, and even the best ones in the sack don’t compare to the average 35-year old housewife I’ve spent time in bed with.
Now, maybe I’ve just been very unlucky with the younger girls and extremely fortunate with the older ones but I don’t think so. The numbers just don’t bear it out. And discussions with other men who’ve experienced the same thing as me are far more prevalent than other way around.
Of course, there are always those absolute freaks of nature; women that are young, gorgeous, and uninhibited in bed, but they are very few and extremely far between. If you’ve got yourself a woman like that, by all means hold on to her with everything you’ve got. But for the rest of you I have a little advice:
Stop trolling the bars and start trolling the neighborhood.
Trust me.
You’ll be very happy with the results.
#
Like most men, I’ve had my share of failed relationships over the years—numerous fuck-buddies, the occasional girlfriend and even an ex-wife—but a few years ago I was one of my single times. I hadn’t sworn off women, but I certainly wasn’t going around actively looking to hook up with one. It just wasn’t something I felt like dealing with right then.
Sports, pizza, beer, golf, poker, going out with the guys, those were the sort of things I was focusing on at the time. I wanted to enjoy myself without having to worry about who I was waking up next to, the late-night phone calls, the awkward conversations, those sorts of things.
Life was good, if a little bit empty. But that was fine. I was having a good time, doing enough things to avoid dwelling on my lack of a woman (or even a series of women) in my life. I was happy enough living the solitary life. Or so I thought. Looking back, I was missing that one crucial element. Excitement.
Until I met Molly.
I first saw her at a popular lunch spot downtown. I was eating alone, as usual, just trying to make it through another day of work, when she sat down at the table across from mine.
Although quite attractive, Molly he wasn’t the type of woman I’d normally look twice at. She was a good ten years older than me—mid thirties, at least—and dressed like a businesswoman. She was just about my height and extremely well put together. Not completely natural but no too much makeup either and she sure didn’t seem to be trying to hide her years. She was the kind of woman I looked at once, admired from afar for a few seconds, then didn’t think about again. It’s not that I didn’t think older women were attractive back then, it’s just that they didn’t really show up on my radar in any meaningful way.
Thankfully, I showed up on hers.
I was almost finished with my lunch when she caught me eye and flashed me a wry smile. I smiled back, just to be polite, and much to my surprise, just like that, she stood up and started walking towards me.
“Hey there,” Molly said. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I said, somewhat apprehensively. I was desperately trying to figure out if I already knew her from somewhere, figuring that was the only reason she’d be sitting down with me, but I couldn’t place her.
“You look confused,” Molly said.
“Well, I sort of am,” I replied, taking a sip from my drink.
“Why’s that?” she said. “Haven’t you ever been hit on by an older woman before?”
My drink caught in my throat and I coughed some of it onto the table. Molly just smiled ruefully.
“Is that what’s happening here?” I finally managed to say after getting myself under control.
“Well, it was,” Molly said. “At least until you almost choked on your drink. Now I’m not so sure.” From her tone it was obvious she was joking.
“Yeah, that was pretty smooth, wasn’t it?” I said. “I’m a regular Don Juan.”
Molly laughed, a deep, husky sound. Not only was it super sexy, it lit up her face too, revealing the depth of her beauty. She was an incredibly attractive woman.
“Well, lucky for you I had my mind made up before I came over here,” she said.
“Made up about what?” I replied.
“About what I wanted to do to you.”
“And what was that?” I said, not wanting to be too presumptuous. But my cock knew what she wanted to do. And it also knew what it wanted to do to her. It was already standing at full attention.
Molly leaned over and whispered into my ear. “I want to take you back to my place and ravage you,” she said in a deep, raspy, sexy voice. “I want to show you what twenty years of experience in the bedroom looks like.”
I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
Molly leaned back and said aloud, “So what do you think?”
I didn’t have to answer her in words. My smile was answer enough.
#
Twenty minutes later we were back at her place, a luxury high-rise condo on the twentieth story in the heart of downtown.
Molly had disappeared into her bedroom to slip into something more comfortable. I was sitting fully clothed on the couch when she came walking out, strutting slowly towards me, wearing a lacy black top that showed off her huge tits, a matching g-string, black fishnet leggings and four-inch fuck-me pumps.
Freed of all her business setup, she was even hotter than I’d realized. She had long, straight, black hair and she’d put on heavy makeup, including lots of black eyeliner. She was stacked like a brick shithouse; not fat by any means, but well-built, with a huge, bubbly ass which, along with her tits, had been hidden by her previous outfit. Plus she had strong legs, wide hips and full lips.
As I sat on the couch with my excitement (not to mention my cock) growing larger with every passing second, she approached me, stopping a few feet away, standing there, staring down at me.
“Do you like what you see?” Molly asked, towering over me.
“I fucking love it,” I replied.
“That’s good to hear,” she said. “Now sit back and relax while I put on a little show for you.”
Over the course of the next few minutes, Molly danced and stripped to her own internal music, taking off all her clothes except her fishnets, and playing with her pussy along the way, banging herself with her fingers, getting all warmed up.
Once she was lathered up, she dropped to her knees and crawled towards me, her ass in the air, swinging back and forth. I adjusted my position on the couch to account for the growing tent in my pants, smiling as she arrived. She spread my legs and continued crawling forward until her head was mere inches from my groin.
Looking up at me with a serious, intent expression, she slowly undid my zipper, reached in, and pulled my cock out. It was rock hard, sticking straight up just from the anticipation.
“Not bad,” she said, sizing up my cock. “Not bad at all.”
“Thanks,” I said, realizing immediately how stupid it sounded but not really caring.
“I have to admit, it’s bigger than I was expecting,” Molly said as she grabbed ahold of my cock and started to slowly move her hand up and down. She slapped my cock against her cheek a few times. “Much bigger indeed.”
She spit on my cock, staring at it as the saliva dripped down the length of my shaft. Right before the stream of saliva reached my balls she lapped it up with her tongue, which she then ran up the underside of my cock until she reached the tip. Staring up at me, maintaining eye contact the entire time, she ran her tongue up and down my cock repeatedly, each time starting at my sack and ending at the tip.
Then, moving deliberately, taking her time, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.
She continued to stare at me as she made a tight seal with her lips and ran them over the ridge that separated the head of my cock from the shaft. I shifted in my seat and moaned softly, watching with amazement as she worked my cock.
Molly sucked on the tip of my cock while her hand continued jerking me off as little tendrils of spit ran down my shaft. It wasn’t long before her head was dropping further down, taking my cock deeper into her mouth with every pass.
She worked my cock like an expert, her saliva getting my shaft nice and slippery for her hand, allowing her to jerk me off pretty aggressively without exerting too much pressure.
After a while, she released her grip on my cock and blew me solely with her mouth, taking me further and further down with every thrust until she was swallowing my entire cock.
Wet, slippery sounds escaped from Molly’s mouth as she went down on my cock, leaving it soaking wet with her saliva.
After a full minute of blowing me while seated, I decided I wanted a little more control of the situation, so I climbed to my feet, keeping my cock in her mouth the whole time.
Once standing, I put my hands on her head and held it in place while I fucked her face with my cock, slamming it in and out of her mouth while she gagged and coughed and drooled saliva everywhere.
After forcing my cock all the way down her throat and holding it there for a few seconds, I relaxed my hold on her head. She stayed in place, deepthroating me like a champ for another five seconds before pulling away.
Smiling, she gasped for breath and looked up at me with excited eyes and mascara dripping down her face.
“Talk about impressive,” I said, grinning down at Molly. “That was incredible.”
“Thanks, baby,” she said. “I aim to please.”
“Well, you’re certainly doing that,” I said, helping her to her feet. “Now it’s my time to reciprocate.”
“If you insist,” she said as I lifted her up and dumped her onto the couch, onto her back, her legs spread and her pussy facing me. Standing above her, I watched as she played with herself, sliding her fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
“That looks like fun,” I said. “Mind if I join in?”
“Be my guest,” Molly replied with a smile. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth, cleaning them of her juices.
I dropped to my knees, spread her legs even further, and buried my face between her legs.
Molly let out a little gasp as I went to work, licking and tonguing her snatch with reckless abandon, not taking my time at all, just going to town.
I slid two fingers inside her while continuing to eat her out, my fingers banging away with intensity while she moaned and groaned above me. Glancing up, I caught a look at her face. It was screwed into an expression of intense concentration mixed in with healthy amounts of pleasure. She was clearly enjoying herself.
“Holy fuck, just like that,” she said between gasps. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I slid another finger into her pussy, making it three total. They barely fit at first but she quickly loosened up as I continued banging away.
One of Molly’s hands dropped down and started rubbing at her snatch while the other groped at one of her tits. Between her two hands, my fingers, and my tongue, it was a blur of motion and movement, all for the same purpose. Molly’s pleasure.
With so much attention on Molly, it wasn’t long before an orgasm announced its presence. It started with an increase in the speed which her fingers were working her clit, followed by her breath getting faster, then louder moans. These symptoms were followed by a tensing up of her entire body, which quickly led to a release of epic proportions, with Molly’s entire body quivering madly. Next she let out a little scream, followed by an explosion of juices from her pussy as she squirted all over me, drenching my face as though I’d stepped into a shower.
“Holy fucking shit,” she said breathlessly once she’d regained her composure. “That was incredible.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, standing up.
“Liked it? I fucking loved it,” Molly said. “I had no idea you were so talented.”
“And I had no idea you were such a squirter,” I replied.
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
“Sorry? What the hell for? I loved it.”
“Really?” she said, sounding surprised.
“Hell yes,” I said. “The filthier the better as far as I’m concerned.”
Mol
ly laughed and shook her head.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she replied, grinning madly. “It’s just that I would have never guessed you were such a pervert.”
“Well, I am,” I said. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s fucking great,” Molly said, her smile growing even bigger. “I’ve been on the prowl for a man that can give me what I need.”
“And what is that, exactly?” I asked.
“Everything,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “All the time.”
“Well, I’ll see what I can do,” I replied as I climbed to my feet and slipped my still rock-hard cock into her pussy.
We both let out simultaneous sighs of pleasure as I entered her.
“Your cock feels so good inside of me,” Molly said as I moved slowly against her. “Give it to me, baby. Give me that huge cock of yours.”
And so I did, gradually picking up the pace until I was hammering her good in long, fast strokes. I grabbed one of her massive tits with one hand and squeezed while my other stayed on the couch for balance.
“Holy shit, just like that,” she screamed. “Just like that! Right there, right there!”
My cock slammed into her, bottoming out with every thrust. Our bodies smacked together, filling the room with the sounds of sex.
“Keep fucking me,” Molly said, her voice pleading and directed at the same time. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
And cum she did, big time, squirting juices out of her pussy so forcefully that my cock slid out of her pussy.
I immediately dropped to my knees and buried my face in her pussy once more, lapping up the leftover juices as best as I could.
“You like that shit, do you?” Molly said. “You like it when a woman squirts?”
“I love it,” I replied.
“That’s so fucking hot,” she said.
Instead of replying, I went to work on her asshole with my tongue. It wasn’t planned or anything, I was simply so turned on by her squirting that it just happened.
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