by Evan Harder
“That’s right, baby, just like that,” she says as she slides back and forth on my crotch. “Suck on those fucking titties.”
I pop her nipple out of my mouth and move towards the other one to even out the score. A few seconds later she leans in towards me again. She grabs my hair and pulls my head back, pulling it from her nipple. She sticks her tongue in my mouth and runs her hands down my chest towards my crotch. She releases her mouth from mine and slides down my body until she’s on the floor, her head between my legs.
Working frantically, she undoes my belt, pops the button on my pants and then unzips my zipper. She pulls the pants and my boxers off me and throws them to the side, freeing my rock-hard cock. She immediately goes to work on it, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works my balls. She then pops the tip of my cock in her mouth and sucks on it while jerking me off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth drops further and further down my cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking my view.
I reach out and take a handful of her hair and pull it back so I can get a better view of what’s happening. This just seems to excite her further as she attacks my cock with even more energy than before. She looks up at me and winks and then my cock disappears completely as she deep-throats me. She holds my cock in her throat for a full five seconds, her nose pressing up against my stomach, her hand still working my balls the whole time. Then she gags and pulls her head back, releasing my cock from her throat, the tip white from the constriction.
She gathers up the saliva from her deep throat and spits it on my cock and again starts to stroke it. She’s looking right at me with a little smile on her face as she adjusts her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits are at the same level as my cock. She leans in closer to me and spits on my cock one more time then sticks my dick between her tits.
“Oh my god,” I say as she wraps her tits around my cock, squeezes them together, and starts to bounce.
“You like that,” she says. “You like fucking my big giant titties?”
I nod as she continues to bounce on my cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of my cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke. She squeezes harder, engulfing my cock in her massive tits. The pressure is nearly unbearable as she continues to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce.
And then she releases my cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knows exactly how close I am to blowing my load.
“Oh no you don’t,” she says. “I’m not through with you yet.”
She climbs up on to me and straddles me again, her feet sitting on top of the couch so she’s squatting over me, controlling everything. She grabs my cock in her hand and slides her pussy onto it, working the tip of my cock around the edges of it, slipping it in just a hair before snatching it back out and rubbing it along her snatch a little more. She does this two, three, four times, torturing me but also serving to warm herself up further. By the time she’s done her pussy has gone from merely wet to practically dripping. And when she slides my cock inside her it slips in without the barest hint of resistance.
With her feet still planted firmly on top of the couch, she bounces on my cock, slowly at first, then more rapidly, gradually picking up steam, her tits flopping up and down right in front of my face, taunting me with the proximity to my mouth but moving too quickly for me to latch onto them.
“You like it when I ride you, baby?” she says as she bounces, harder and harder, faster and faster, her hands on my chest for balance. “You like it when I sit on your cock and fuck you?”
“I love it,” I say, bucking my hips in time with her, penetrating her even deeper. She moans and slides her feet back so her knees are on the couch, giving her a little less control but more leverage. She stops bouncing on my cock and starts sliding back and forth, working my cock in different positions, switching up the sensation.
“Pull my hair,” she says as she rides me. She throws her head back. “Come on baby, pull my fucking hair.”
I reach out and grab a handful and pull back on it.
“That’s right,” she says. “Yank on it.”
I do as she asks.
“Harder,” she says. “As hard as you can. I can take it.”
I rear back and yank on it. She groans and goes with the pressure, throwing her head back, arching her spine, revealing her tits and neck and chin to me, back to bouncing on my cock, harder and harder, her screams growing louder with every thrust, her tits bouncing up and down in a hypnotizing rhythm. She slams down harder, harder, harder still, until she’s literally shaking with pleasure. Her breath ragged, she slams down one last time, sitting on my cock, her whole body pressing down onto me as my cock impales her. She gasps aloud, shudders, then leans forward and gives me a little peck on the lips, as if in thanks.
“Now that’s what I call a ride,” she says with a smile. “Time for round two.”
She bounces up and off my cock and slides back down between my legs. She goes back to work on my cock, sucking her juices off it with abandon. She lays her hand flat against the underside of my cock and presses it up against my belly and drops her head down and starts licking my balls.
I shudder slightly and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she says, looking up at me from behind my cock.
I nod. She laughs and grips my ball sack near the base of my cock, creating a little pocket. She takes this pocket in her mouth, suckling and playing with my balls while her other hand continues to stroke my cock.
Then she pops my balls out of her mouth and looks up at me with a nasty little smile. I don’t even have time to wonder what’s coming next when she pushes on the underside of my legs with her hands to spread them and lifts my ass up into the air just a bit.
“What’s this?” I ask but I don’t receive an answer. At least, not in words. Instead, she leans in and runs her tongue along the back side of my ball sack, underneath and then behind it, suckling on one ball and then the next. She then slides further down, spending a few seconds licking my taint before putting one hand on each of my asscheeks and spreading them apart.
I suddenly realize where this is going and am able to utter a low “holy shit” before I feel a jolt go up my body as her tongue starts going to work on my asshole, licking it around the edges, then the center, then the tip of her tongue penetrating it just a bit. At first I feel dirty, nasty, depraved, and even a little disgusted, but the sensation is so incredible and different and mind-numbing that all rational thought is quickly cast from my mind. All I can think about is how to make this last for as long as possible.
I adjust on the couch, sliding back a bit and hooking my arms underneath the back of my knees, making it easier to hold my legs up and giving her easier access to my asshole. She takes the opportunity and goes at it even more aggressively, sliding her tongue up and down my taint, from the base of my balls to my asshole, getting it all wet and slippery, then back to my asshole, sucking on it, lapping at it, then sticking her rigid tongue inside it, her hands spreading my ass even further, giving her more leverage, allowing her tongue to go deeper and deeper inside my asshole.
I hear a low moaning sound and it takes me a moment to realize it’s coming from my mouth. My whole body is tingling, my breath is going ragged, and the pressure is building to the point where I feel like I’m going to explode. I shudder slightly and reach down and grab the back of her head and push on it, forcing her face against my ass, her tongue deeper into my asshole. I hold her head there for a few seconds, then grab a handful of her hair and yank on it, pulling her head back. She’s gasping for breath, sitting on her knees, looking up at me with a wicked smile.
“I take it you liked that?” she says.
I nod.
“So are you gonna fuck the shit outta me or what?” she says.
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�You’re damn right I am,” I say as I climb to my feet.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she says.
I still have a firm grasp of her hair and I use it to spin her around and force her down onto her hands and knees so I can fuck her doggy style. I let go of her hair and lift her ass higher into the air. Her pussy is gaping wide and dripping wet, glistening in the light.
She looks over her shoulder at me. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she says. Her hand flies to her pussy and she sticks two fingers inside and fucks herself. “Treat me like your fucking little whore.”
I drop to my knees and spread her legs wider and slide my rock-hard cock into her gaping pussy and start pounding her from behind.
“There you go,” she says as I slam my cock deep into her pussy. “That’s right, baby. Fuck me like you mean it. Give it to me good.”
I start pounding her harder, my cock hammering deeper inside her pussy, my balls slapping up against her, her ass rippling with every thrust.
“Spread my ass,” she says as I continue to fuck her from behind. “Spread my fucking cheeks with your hands.”
I do as she says, grabbing one cheek in each hand and spreading her ass, revealing her pink little asshole, stretching it out.
“That’s it,” she says. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Don’t stop fucking me, baby, don’t stop fucking me. Fuck me like you mean it, baby, treat me like a fucking whore.”
The talk turns me on even further and I pump faster. My hands venture further inward, even closer to her asshole. She moans louder and starts slamming up against me harder, harder, harder still, talking all the while.
“That’s right, baby, slam your big fat fucking cock in me,” she says. “Get nasty, baby, make me your fucking whore, treat me like the fucking whore I am.”
And then my thumb is pressing up against her asshole, not quite penetrating it, just providing pressure.
“Work it baby,” she says. “Work my tight little asshole.”
I spit on it and rub my thumb around the edges and then back to the middle and press harder.
“That’s right, baby. Do it, do it, stick it in my ass.”
I press harder still and the tip of my thumb pops into her tight little asshole.
She gasps and starts bucking harder against me, her ass slamming back into me. I sit back and let her do all the work, just hold my position as she slams her pussy back into my cock. My thumb is working her asshole, going deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust until it completely disappears.
With my free hand I reach out and grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back, arching her spine, giving me more leverage allowing my cock even deeper access to her pussy.
“Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod,” she screams. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum oh shit oh shit I’m cumming I’m cumming!”
Her body shakes and shimmies and her breath grows more ragged but I don’t let up, I’m too close to slow down now. I lay into her with everything I have, my cock slamming deeper than ever into her. I pop my thumb out of her ass and grab onto her hair with both hands and then I’m rearing back and fucking her with everything I’ve got, slamming into her like never before, the force nearly knocking her off-balance.
And then I’m at the point of no return. My body is aching, begging me to finish. “Shit, shit, shit,” I say. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
“Cum on my tits, baby,” she says. “Cum on my fucking tits.”
I pull my cock out of her pussy and use my handful of her hair to spin her around so her face in right in front of my cock. She reaches out and grabs ahold of my cock with her hand and starts to jerk it. Her mouth covers the head and starts to suck as she jerks the shaft with her hand.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I say as my ass starts to buck forward. “Here it comes, baby, here it comes.”
“Give it to me, baby,” she says while she jerks me off, “Give me your cum, baby. I want it, I want it, I want it.”
I let out a final little groan and she aims my cock at her tits and then a white stream of sperm comes shooting out, splashing all over her tits, and still she’s jerking me off as another stream comes shooting out, and then another, drenching her tits with my cum. She jerks me off until nothing more is coming out, then sticks my still stiff cock in her mouth one last time and sucks on it for a couple seconds before letting it go.
She looks up at me and smiles, her entire chest coated with my cum. “Well, what do you think?” she asks. “Did I live up to my end of the bargain?”
“You certainly did,” I reply. “You were incredible.”
“Ah, aren’t you sweet,” she says. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go clean myself up.”
“Be my guest,” I say.
She stands up, gathers her clothes, and heads into the bathroom. “You mind if I take a shower?”
“Not at all.”
Ten minutes later she’s showered and all put back together, looking better than ever. It’s hard to believe that just minutes ago she’d had buckets of my cum all over her chest.
She heads towards the door, where I’m waiting with her money. I hand it to her and she flips through it before tucking it into the front pocket of her jeans.
“I trust you were satisfied?” she says.
“Absolutely,” I say. “In fact, I had such a good time that I’m going to do something I’ve never done before.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Ask you your name,” I say. “In case I want to request you again.”
She gave me a quizzical look. “You’ve never asked a girl her name before?”
I shake my head.
“No shit?”
“No shit,” I say. “It’s just not how I roll.”
She laughs. “You’re a bit of a strange fellow, aren’t you?”
“A bit,” I say. “So, are you going to tell me or am I going to have to beg you for it?”
“Well, as much as I’d like to see you beg, I’m in a bit of a hurry, so I’ll let you off easy this time. My names is Misty.”
“Misty, huh?”
“That’s right,” she says. “And you are?”
“J.T.”
“Pleased to meet you, J.T.”
“Likewise,” I say. I just stand there like a dumbass, a big smile on my face, unsure of what comes next. This was uncharted territory for me, trading names and actually considering the idea of requesting for the same chick twice. I had no idea where to go from here.
Luckily Misty broke my stupor. “Uh, J.T.?”
“Yeah?”
“You mind moving aside so I can get going?”
I look up and realize I’m standing directly in front of the door. “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.”
I move aside and open the door for her. She walks past me, her face inches from mine, and I have to fight the urge to lean over and give her a kiss. What the hell has gotten into me?
“Don’t worry,” she says with a little smile that implies she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I have this affect on people all the time.”
“I’m sure you do,” I say.
“It’ll pass,” she says.
“I’m sure it will,” I lie.
She laughs as though she can see right through me. “So until next time?”
“Until next time.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
And with that, she walks out the door and heads down the hall, no doubt on her way to her next customer. I shut the door and lean up against it. I feel like a stupid little school boy, pining to chase after her, beg her to spend the night with me. I can feel myself starting to become what I’ve worked so hard to stay away from. A real, actual, human being. With emotions and everything. Incredible.
There’s a reason I love escorts. No bullshit, no weirdness, no hassles. And most of all, no emotion. Until now. Until Misty. But that’s all right. I’ll g
et over it, I’m sure of it. I just have to up the ante a bit next time, order up an even nastier girl, someone who’s up for anything, someone who will make me forget about Misty. Or get myself three girls, maybe even four. Whatever it takes. Because I don’t have time for the madness of emotion. It just doesn’t suit me. Or so I keep telling myself. So until next time, enjoy. And don’t forget, nothing satisfies like an escort.
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KINKY ANAL SLUT
Famous people are always complaining about the downsides to fame. Being chased by the paparazzi, getting recognized everywhere you go, people thinking they know you because they’ve seen you on television; the list goes on and on. But don’t listen to those blowhards who complain that fame just isn’t worth it. They’re full of shit. The benefits far, far outweigh the negatives.
Being famous opens up all sorts of opportunities that are never available to the common man. Invitations to the best parties, hanging out with other rich and famous people, and hopping around the world on your private jet are just a few.
But one of the most important benefits to being famous is the wealth that comes with it. Wealth is important because it allows you to go pretty much whatever you want. Two-month vacation in Hawaii? No problem. Fly to Europe for a couple of days? Done. Go hide at a mountain resort away from civilization for some down time? Piece of cake.
Not to mention the ability to buy your way out of most kinds of trouble. It’s amazing how easily you can get out of a dicey situation with enough money, whether it be with a civilian, a jilted lover, or even the law.
And it helps mightily with the women too . With enough money, even the ugliest guy can get pretty much whatever woman he wants, whether it be explicitly paying a gorgeous woman to have sex with him or doing it the traditional way by buying her dinner and drinks and a bunch of nice things. Either way, most of the time, it comes down to the money.