“You want some more wine?” I asked.
“I’d love some,” she replied. “And some water too.”
“My pleasure.”
I grabbed a bottle of wine I’d opened earlier to let breathe—Cask 23 from Stag’s Leap—plus two glasses and two bottles of water. I handed one of the water bottles to Jamie and drained one myself, then poured us each a glass of wine and settled onto the couch, sliding beneath her legs so they were laying on top of me.
“So how was it?” I asked as I undid her heels and let them drop to the floor. Now Jamie had nothing but her stockings on, which I didn’t plan on removing.
“It was great,” she replied.
“Any complaints?”
“None whatsoever,” she said, drinking from her glass.
“I didn’t get to your request,” I said.
“That’s all right,” she said. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Of course it is,” I said. I drained my glass of wine in one long pull and set the glass on the coffee table beside the couch. “You told me exactly what you wanted and now I mean to give it to you.”
Jamie giggled softly as I ran my hand up her leg and started rubbing her pussy. She finished her wine and set the glass next to mine and opened her legs for me.
What she had called earlier “that thing with you fingers” wasn’t anything special, just your basic average everyday finger-fucking. What set me apart from the pack was three things:
First, my abnormally long fingers. They were a full inch longer than most men with the same sized hands as me. Which is a pretty big advantage when you think about it.
Second was my uncanny stamina. Twenty years of pitching a baseball had given my right arm a rubber-band like elasticity, capable of functioning under duress far longer than most other men.
Third, and most importantly, was my absolute enthusiasm for fucking a girl with my fingers. I don’t get why more guys don’t embrace this aspect of sex. It gets the girl off just as much as fucking her (and often more so) without any danger of premature ejaculation or any other embarrassing flubs on your end. You can quite literally get your girl off as much as you want without having to worry about fucking anything up. And if she’s already satisfied before you stick your cock in her you’ve already won. And more importantly, so has she.
Anyway, I started Jamie off slowly, with two fingers exploring various parts of the outside of her pussy, rubbing and pinching and teasing and occasionally slipping them in just for a moment at a time, reading her body language, sometimes giving her more of what she wanted, sometimes leaving her wanting more.
I gradually worked my fingers inside her pussy, moving them back and forth, rubbing the underside of her clit, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, just like the noises that were coming from her throat. Curling the tips of my fingers inward, I went to work on her G-spot, putting pressure on the pebbly surface while I worked my fingers inside her, moving them faster and faster and faster still.
I threw one of Jamie’s legs over my shoulder and moved in closer towards her, altering the angle of attack slightly, allowing for a little different pressure point. She seemed to enjoy the change immensely, rising her hips up to accept my fingers and throwing her head back so she was staring at the ceiling while she aggressively bucked against me.
Inarticulate noises of pleasure were coming from her mouth, which were amplified when I reached around her leg and grabbed ahold of her right breast and started tweaking the nipple. I gave it a firm squeeze, which was immediately followed by a piercing yelp and Jamie’s head snapping forward to shoot me a glare that said, “Don’t you dare do that again.”
Smiling wryly, enjoying every second of domination I had over her, I slipped another finger inside Jamie, eliciting another gasp of pleasure followed by her eyes rolling up in her sockets. My fingers still curled inward, I slammed my hand up into her, the tightness forcing me to push harder to reach her G-spot. I grabbed her leg off my shoulder and pushed it back towards her head folding one side of her body in half.
Jamie had been in this position many times before and knew what I wanted without me having to tell her. She brought her other leg up and immediately hooked her arms around the back of her knees to hold her legs in place, allowing me to climb up further towards her and give myself a better angle to get where I needed to be.
From here I could get my weight behind my arm and easily reach her G-spot, even with three fingers inside her.
“Holy fuck that feels so good,” she said as I slammed my fingers into her pussy, working them feverishly back and forth, back and forth, ignoring the burn in my forearm. “Right there right there right fucking there!”
I could feel her body tensing beneath me as she rose towards orgasm, which just fueled me to go after her pussy even faster and more aggressively, giving everything I had to help her get there. And it wasn’t long before she did, gripping her legs more tightly to keep them from flinging back at me, her pussy quivering, trying to force my fingers out but I was having none of it, holding them inside her, the tips pressing forcefully against her G-spot as she came in a rush of breath and a wordless squeal of pure delight.
Her body shuddered and her chest rose and fell as she tried to catch her breath but I didn’t let her, going back to work with my fingers almost immediately.
“Okay, okay, enough already, enough,” she said between gasping breaths, grabbing at my arm, trying to pull it away.
“Not yet,” I said. “I’m not done yet.”
“I can’t take it anymore,” she cried.
“Yes you can,” I replied. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”
“No, I can’t,” she said, pulling more insistently at my arm. “I just want your cock inside me. Please give it to me.”
“Soon,” I said, pulling my fingers from her clit and slipping them back into her pussy. “In a little while, I promise. But first I need to finish you off.”
“I’m finished,” she said, looking at me with pleading eyes.
“No you’re not,” I said, slipping yet another inside her pussy, making it four total. “You’re not finished until I say so.”
“Holy fuck,” Jamie groaned, her voice a guttural growl, her mouth turned up in a snarl. She shook her head and closed her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her face and chest were bright red from exertion and her breaths were ragged and labored and entire body was shaking.
I worked her pussy with my fingers, no longer able to reach her G-spot but filling her up in ways that my cock couldn’t, pressing against the side walls of her vagina, stretching her out, slamming her with as much force as I could muster, my hand practically disappearing inside her.
“Oh my god ohmygod ohmygodohmygod,” she cried in one breath, practically in tears now, her head thrown back and her hands gripping her ankles, pulling her legs back, muscles taut and rippling, skin shining with sweat. “I’m gonna fucking come again holy shit here I cum again ohmyfuckingod!”
As she came I pulled my fingers out and started rubbing her clit, eliciting yet another harsh gasp from Jamie as I rubbed my fingers in that spot that she loved so much, that she always touched when she wanted to get herself off. It wasn’t long before she was trying to back away from me, get me to relinquish the hold I had on her pussy.
But I was having none of it. Recalling what she said earlier, I was going to keep playing with her pussy even after she begged me to stop, until she couldn’t take it anymore, then keep on doing it. That’s what she asked for, that’s what she was going to get. It was what she wanted after all, at least on some level. And I always gave her what she wanted.
So as Jamie tried to squirm away I slipped two fingers back inside her pussy and grabbed her leg with my free hand to keep her from escaping. Laughing, I tickled her insides why she twisted and tried to get away from me, her eyes glaring evilly at me behind the runny mascara caused by her tears.
Jamie tried to spin out of my hold but I went with it, using her momentum
to turn her over onto her stomach without letting my fingers slide out of her pussy. Now I was in a position of complete control, able to hold her down with ease while I finger-fucked her from behind.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk,” she cried, drawing the word out so it was on her tongue for a full five seconds. Her whole body was heaving by now and her voice had taken on a pleading quality. “Make it stop make it stop make it stop please make it stop.”
And so I did, pulling my fingers out of her pussy and sliding off her legs, finally allowing Jamie some respite. She took a couple minutes to catch her breath then ran her fingers through her hair and turned around to face me.
I had a glass of wine waiting for her, having poured it while she was recovering from my onslaught of fingers. I handed her the glass and she downed half of it in one drink.
“Better?” I asked, drinking from my own glass.
“Much,” she said, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“Was that what you were hoping for?”
“And then some,” she said.
“It wasn’t too much, was it?” I asked.
“No. Close, but not quite. It was exactly what I needed.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“Never,” Jamie said, leaning forward to give me a kiss. That’s when she noticed my cock. “Holy crap, it’s still stiff as a board.”
“And has been the whole time,” I said.
“The whole time?”
“Ever since we got back to the room.”
“Holy crap,” she said, grabbing ahold of it. “It never went down at all?”
“Not one bit.”
“Is it the Viagra?”
“I’m sure that’s part of it,” I said.
“How long do you think you can go before it wears off?”
“I have no idea,” I said, finishing my wine. “But I think we should try and find out.”
“You want to go again? Already?”
“Sure. Why not? I’m still as hard as I’ve been all night. Why not put my cock to good use? Unless, of course, you need to take a break.”
“Me? Take a break? When have I ever needed a break?”
“I don’t know,” I said, taunting her with my smile and tone. “You seem a little worn out . . .”
“Worn out? Not a chance,” she said, an evil little smile worming its way onto her face as she climbed atop me. “I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
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AGGRESSIVE & FILTHY: VOLUME 48
Seducing men isn’t an art form, it’s a matter of simple numbers. Ask enough men if they want to fuck and eventually you’ll find one that will. Usually within a couple of minutes. Especially if you look like Tanya. 5’10, 135 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, tan skin, toned body, a great rack, tight ass, long legs; she’s every man’s dream. She rarely get denied, and when she does, it’s no big deal, she just moves on to the next one.
Now, most people think seducing random guys is dangerous. But it’s anything but. Because Tanya does it the right way. The smart way. No seducing men at a bar, where they’re drunk and dangerous and you have to go home with them. Or at some party where anything can happen. No chance. It’s all about picking the right situation, one where you’re more likely to find a certain kind of man, one that you can trust (relatively speaking) and where help it not far away at all.
Tanya likes hotels. Especially the nicer ones near the airport. Businessmen, usually, with a little bit of a money and a job. Plus a family, which is always a plus, especially considering how most men treat matrimony these days. Most of the time she does her dirty work in the hotel gym. It’s good for a few reasons.
First of all, she gets to show off her body without making it look like she’s doing it on purpose. Shorts and a t-shirt or sometimes just a training bra are a great way to display her assets while also revealing plenty of skin. Plus the men usually aren’t wearing much either, which means they can’t hide anything. The running shorts they usually wear, with the thin material and high cuts make it pretty easy to see what they have going on down below.
Another benefit to the gym is its inherent solitude. A person is usually there by themselves, making it easier to talk without being in danger of getting yourself in trouble because of witnesses. In fact, Tanya will often wait until the later hours of the night to make her move, when one man is in the gym all by himself. Not only does it make the man feel special, but the lack of other people cuts down significantly on the embarrassment factor.
One final added benefit is a simple one; only a certain kind of man goes to the gym. Usually younger, or at least in decent shape, and they usually don’t hate themselves, otherwise they wouldn’t bother making themselves better. Which is always a bonus.
As for the hotel itself, its advantages are pretty obvious. Namely, a room nearby, most likely empty except for the one person staying in it. Private but not too private; a room all to yourself but lots of people in close range, which usually keeps things from getting out of hand. Clean, a bed, a shower, all that good stuff. Plus the transitory nature of hotels is a big plus, especially the near a major airport. Not much danger of getting into an awkward situation down the road, for Tanya or for the man, which is always a big factor in these things.
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Tanya saw Terry in the hotel gym just after 10PM on a Friday night. He was a good-looking man in his mid-thirties, a shade over six feet tall, dark hair, a rugged face, and a well-maintained body.
She’d been trolling hotels in the area for a couple of hours, looking for the right man and the right situation and it looked like she found it.
After catching his eye and then chatting him up a little bit, she made her move, asking him for a spot while she did some squats. He obliged.
And once she was done she put her hand on his shoulder and said in a sexy voice: “There’s something else you can help me out with.”
He gave her a sideways glance, as though he hadn’t heard her right.
“Come on,” Tanya said. “You’re a good looking man. Don’t tell me the is the first time you’ve ever been propositioned.”
“No,” Terry said. “But it’s the first time I’ve been propositioned in a hotel gym before.”
“Fair enough,” Tanya said. “Well, what do you say?”
“I say let’s go give it a shot,” Terry said, smiling widely.
“That’s what I figured you’d say,” Tanya said. “Lead the way, big boy, and let’s go desecrate ourselves a hotel room.”
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“Just sit back and relax,” Tanya said after they’d reached Terry’s room.
Terry sat down like he was told but looked like he was having trouble with the relaxing part. He was simply too excited to calm himself down.
“I guess that will have to do,” Tanya said.
While Terry sat fidgeting on the couch, Tanya turned around so her ass was facing him. Turning her upper body so she could look back at Terry, she slowly wiggled out of her yoga pants, revealing her ass 1 inch at a time until her pants were completely off, leaving her in only a red G string.
“Do you like what you see?” Tanya asked.
Terry nodded his head. He looked like he was afraid to talk, perhaps unsure of whether or not his voice would even work.
“Do you want to take a closer look?” Tanya asked.
Terry nodded again.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
He shook his head from side to side.
Tanya laughed softly. “That’s okay,” she said. “As long as your cock works better than your vocal cords.”
“It does,” Terry said, smiling just a bit.
“We’ll see about that,” Tanya said. She turned around and started walking towards Terry, her tits bouncing beneath her shirt and her nipples poking through the cotton. Stopping just as she reached him, Tanya put one hand on the inside of each of Terry’s knees and gently pushed his legs apart. She stepped in between them and turned around so her ass was facing him, poised just ab
ove his groin.
As Terry’s cock pressed up against the surface of his running shorts, Tanya dropped her ass onto his lap and moved it in a circular motion.
Turning her head so she could catch his gaze, Tanya worked Terry’s trapped cock, rubbing her ass on it, sliding up and down the length of it, bouncing and grinding on it with varying amounts of pressure and intensity.
“Do you like that?” Tanya asked, still maintaining eye contact with him.
Terry nodded.
“Do you want to see what else I can do?”
“Yes,” he managed to squeak out.
Tanya turned around and climbed onto the couch, straddling Terry. Leaving his cock trapped beneath his pants, she rode him facing forward, constantly mixing things up like a seasoned pro.
Messing with Terry was getting Tanya excited to, as evidenced by the growing wet spot on his pants courtesy of her pussy juices.
Feeling bold, Terry reached out and put his hands on Tanya’s tits, feeling them through her shirt.
“You like those, do you?” Tanya asked.
Terry nodded.
Tanya paused for a moment and pulled her shirt off, freeing up her big, beautiful breasts. Terry’s hands went immediately to them, groping and squeezing and rubbing them while she continued grinding away at his cock.
After feeling her up for a little while, Terry turned his concentration to her nipples. Taking them between his fingers, he gave them a little squeeze, eliciting a groan of pleasure from Tanya. He then began to rub his fingers together, making her nipples he even harder in the process.
Tanya shivered in pleasure, then leaned forward and stuck her tongue in Terry’s mouth. She explored each other’s tonsils while Terry continued playing with her nipples.
Tanya pulled back, unlocking their lips. Staring down at him, their foreheads practically touching, she said, “Enough foreplay. I need your cock inside of me.”
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