by Evan Harder
“You’re just figuring that out?”
“I’m just starting to realize the extent of it.”
“Just remember,” Amber said, climbing up onto the couch to sit beside me. “Everything I’m doing is for your own good.”
“Amber Phillips, the Good Samaritan pornstar.”
“You’d better believe it, baby.” She glanced over at the clock. “Check it out, you’re almost there. Another 10 minutes and you earn your reward.”
“No thanks to you.”
“Hey, I told you I was going to make it difficult. If it’s easy it ain’t worth doing. That’s my motto.”
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I can tell.”
“If you want I can make it up to you,” she said.
“Oh yeah? How?”
“By giving you a little break. Or your cock one, at least.”
“Sure you will,” I said, dripping sarcasm.
“Trust me,” she said.
I laughed. “Yeah, right. I’ve already gone down that path a few times and got burned.”
“I won’t touch your cock, I promise. Not until time is up.”
“And if you do?”
“Then you win.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
I flashed her a skeptical look. “What are you going to do?”
“Just sit back and you’ll find out,” she said.
“And I choose not to?”
“Then I’m going to spend the next ten minutes doing everything in my power to make you cum.”
I laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess I can’t say no.”
“You could,” Amber said. “But I wouldn’t suggest it. Besides, chances are you’ll like it.”
“I don’t know . . .”
“Quit being such a wimp,” she said. “Have I misled you yet?”
“As a matter of fact—”
“Oh, just shut up,” she said, pushing my head back against the couch until I was lying on top of the pillow with my face to the ceiling. Before I had a chance to wonder what was going to happen next, she climbed atop me, straddled my head with her legs, and dropped her pussy right on top of my face.
Her hands gripping the hair on the back of my head for leverage, she put her whole weight onto my face, nearly smothering me. For what seemed like an eternity, she sat on my face, sometimes grinding on top of it, sometimes rubbing it back and forth across it, sometimes riding my tongue, occasionally giving me a little air to breathe. It was horrible, it was wonderful, it was insane. It was all I could do to not jerk off while she was up there, but I was afraid that a single touch would finish things. I was enjoying myself so much that I felt a physical wave of disappointment when she climbed off.
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My disappointed quickly subsided once I caught a glimpse of the clock. Somehow I’d actually made it a full hour. Finally I could release the pressure that was threatening to rip me into two.
“See,” Amber said as she slid down my body and straddled my waist, then grabbed a hold of my cock and guided it into her moist pussy. “I knew you could do it. One hour on the mark.”
“It’s a fucking miracle,” I said. “Literally.”
“I never had a doubt,” Amber said. “So, are you ready to bring it on home?”
“Hell yeah.”
Squatting over me, her feet flat on the couch, Amber leaned back and put her hands on my thighs and started to work my cock, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, taking my cock halfway down inside her before bouncing back up again, expertly manipulating the angle of my cock to provide maximum pressure.
She increased the intensity for a short time, her moans increasing right along with her speed, then she shifted her legs so her knees were now on the couch. She took a moment to undo her bra and drop it to the ground.
With her glorious tits now open to the world and staring right at me, I couldn’t resist the temptation of grabbing onto them and squeezing. Amber gasped and shifted so her knees were on the couch and leaned forward and started bouncing even harder, her hair covering her face as she drove her pussy down onto my cock, both of us grunting with exertion.
I shifted slightly moving my hips further down the couch so my ass was hanging off the edge, allowing me to pump my hips upward as she came down.
“That’s it, right there,” Amber said, speaking more quickly now, her breathing coming faster and faster. “Fuck me, baby. Give it to me. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop, continuing to pump her with everything I had. But surprisingly, I still wasn’t in danger of cumming. It was as if spending the last hour trying so desperately to hang on had somehow tempered me, allowing me to last longer without having an orgasm. Now that I could cum whenever I wanted to, I didn’t have to. Was this what Amber had planned on all along? I had no idea. I’d have to ask her after we were all through.
But in the meantime, I was going to just relax and enjoy my newfound control.
A short time later Amber climbed off my cock and slid down to the floor. She got on her hand and knees, her perfect ass facing me, taunting me, and began to work her pussy with her fingers. I was so transfixed that I didn’t realize I’d started stroking myself. She flicked her head to one side, sending her hair flying, then turned and looked at me.
“Do you like what you see?” she said. “You like me on my hands and knees, waiting for you to take me from behind?”
I nodded.
“Then what’s taking so long?” Amber said. “Come over here and give me that hard cock of yours.”
I climbed off the couch and walked over toward Amber. For a moment I just stood over her, looking down at her perfect body, taking a mental snapshot to savor forever. A ridiculously hot pornstar, on her hands and knees, begging for me to fuck her doggy style while I stood over her. The stuff dreams are made of.
And then I was down on my knees and sidling up to her and sticking my cock in her.
“Let me do it,” Amber said. “Let me work that fucking dick inside me.”
I held my ground as she started working her ass, slowly at first, moving it back and forth, then around and around, gradually picking up steam until she was bouncing back against me hard enough that I had to grab onto her ass to avoid losing my balance.
“That’s it,” she said, mistaking my move for initiative. “Take control, Chris. Fuck me like the slut that I am. Make me your little fuckdoll.”
So I did my best, spreading her ass apart while I slammed my cock inside her, going balls deep, our bodies slapping up against each other, her perfect ass bouncing off my hips as we came together, Amber grunting with every thrust, her voice growing louder and louder with her wordless sounds of pleasure.
She shifted a bit, lifting her head and tilted it back towards me. She gave a little flick of her head and her hair spilled down her back.
It was too much to resist. I grabbed a handful of her hair and used the newfound leverage to slam into her even more aggressively.
“Oh yeah, pull my hair,” Amber said, her voice more of a growl than usual. “Pull my hair and fuck me like I deserve to get fucked.”
I yanked back harder, tilting her head even further back towards me, forcing her to arch her back even more, allowing me deeper access to her. It also accentuated her shoulder blades, which for some reason was sexy as hell and was the final straw in pushing me over the edge.
I slammed into her a few more times and then I was there.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” I said, the words coming out choked.
Amber shimmied off my cock, spun around quickly and crawled over to me. She was on the floor, her hand on my cock, jerking me off, her mouth working the tip, her eyes looking up at me.
“Oh shit, oh shit,” I said, trying to give her fair warning so she could get out of the way. But apparently that wasn’t in her plans.
She continued jerking me and sucking me, even as my body tensed in preparation of release. I tried to pull aw
ay so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth but she wouldn’t let go of my cock, keeping a firm grip with her hand and tight seal with her mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I cried, giving her one last chance.
But she was going through with it. So I held it off no longer and gave in and let my body come to it’s natural climax. One final tense, and then an explosive release and I shot a stream of cum directly into Amber’s mouth. And another. And another, my body shuddering slightly after the third one.
But still Amber held my cock in her mouth, sucking on it, eliciting every last drop from it, causing me to shimmy and shake with the sensation.
Finally she released my cock. Then, while staring straight at me, she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed my cum.
I laughed softly and shook my head. “You’re one nasty girl, aren’t you?”
“You’d better believe it,” Amber said.
“So I take it that was my reward for lasting a whole hour?”
“Nah, that was just me wanting to drink your cum.”
“Then what’s the reward?” I asked, my mind racing at what depraved debauchery was in store if her swallowing my load was just an everyday occurrence.
“A date with me,” Amber said.
“A date?”
“Yeah, you know, dinner and a movie.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Not at all,” she said. “So what do you say? Do you want to go on a date with me?”
“Sure,” I said, once I’d convinced myself she wasn’t just messing with me. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”
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“So what’s this all about?” I asked.
We were at Mastro’s, eating steaks, sharing a bottle of wine that Amber had ordered—she was only 19, but she looked years older on this night, and the waiter never asked for ID—and so far having a great time, despite this above question being at the forefront of my mind the entire evening so far. It was only after finishing the second glass of wine that I’d found enough guts to ask.
“I just thought it would be good if we got to know each other a little better,” she said. “What, with this being our last night together and all.”
Our last night? Panic shot through my system. Had I done something wrong? Pissed her off somehow?
“You’re leaving tomorrow?” I said carefully.
She nodded. “My parents will be back in the afternoon.”
“But I thought they weren’t coming home for another couple of days.”
“They had a change of plans,” she said.
I dropped my head, not wanting Amber to see how distraught and disappointed I was. But it was no use. It was radiating off me in waves. “So, after tonight, I’ll never see you again?”
“I didn’t say that,” she said.
My eyes shot up in surprise.
“That’s part of what tonight is about,” Amber said. “Deciding whether or not I’ll be looking you up anytime soon.”
“What do you mean?”
She took a drink of her wine and offered me a little smile, as though she was explaining to a 3-year old why the sky is blue . “What I mean is, even though you started off as nothing more than something to keep my busy for a couple of days, somewhere along the way, I grew to kind of like you. Or at least, what little I know about you.”
My face turned red and I dropped my eyes. As I probably stated before, taking compliments isn’t one of my strongest areas.
“But considering all we’ve done is fuck for the last two days, I decided that we needed to spend some time outside the house, talking, hanging out, just getting to know each other. Unless, of course, you don’t want to.”
“No, it’s not that,” I said. “It’s just . . . this isn’t what I was expecting. I just figured after these couple of days were up, you’d disappear back into the sunset, never to be seen again.”
“Is that what you want? To never hear from me again after tonight?”
“Not at all,” I answered immediately. “But I guess I don’t really know where this is going. Suppose we hang out and get along well and start to actually like each other. What then? Are we talking boyfriend and girlfriend here? Fuck buddies? What?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of friends with benefits,” she said. “Nothing serious, just, you know, maybe get together every once in a while and hang out. Do whatever comes natural. It’s not like I’m proposing that I stop making porn and you drop out of college and we move in together or anything like that. It’s just . . .” She trailed off and shook her head.
“What?”
Amber took a deep breath and looked up at me. For the first time since I’d met her, she actually seemed like a regular human being instead of some super goddess from another planet. With emotions and fears and doubts, just like the rest of us. I was catching a glimpse of her with her guard down. It was the most exhilarating moment of the last few days.
“It’s just that I think you’re pretty cool, and I don’t want this to be our last night together,” she said.
“I think you’re cool too,” I said. “And I think we should spend many more nights together.”
She smiled. I smiled. She laughed. I laughed. We both drank from our glass of wine. And then we started to talk. For real.
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I won’t bore you with the details of the date. But suffice it to say, the more we got to know each other, the more we liked each other. Which is quite a feat when you think about it. And by the end of our date, we decided that we did want to see each other in the future. We weren’t sure what it would bring, but that was half the fun of it. So we went back to her house, and made love one final time.
We didn’t fuck. We didn’t screw. We didn’t have sex.
We made love.
And it was the best night of my life.
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GETTING FREAKY WITH THE SALESMAN
Nicki comes back after a long, hard day at work horny as hell, so as soon she gets home she goes into her bedroom closet and pulls out a dildo, one of the bigger ones she owns, twelve inches long and nearly the width of a soda can.
Within seconds she’s fully naked and going to town on the dildo, ramming it down her throat, making herself gag, coughing and slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Saliva is getting everywhere, coating the dildo, dripping down her chin, her chest, getting on her tits.
With one hand still gripping the dildo, Nicki uses her free hand to bang herself, sliding two fingers inside her pussy and working them around inside, adding a third finger as she gets warmed up, then a fourth.
After forcing herself to deepthroat the dildo for a full five seconds while all four fingers are jammed deep in her pussy, Nicki’s ready to move on.
She slides the dildo from her throat, leaving it coated with her saliva, and yanks her fingers out of her pussy and switches her hands, licking her pussy juices off her fingers while slipping the dildo inside her dripping wet snatch.
Once her fingers are licked clean, she returns that hand to the dildo too, allowing her to use both hands to slam it in and out of her pussy, forcing it as deep as it will go and banging away at warp speed.
Half a minute later Nicki lets out a low groan of pleasure and bites down on her bottom lip as an orgasm rips through her, making her body shake and her pussy squirt, leaving a mess of her juices on the bed.
“Holy fucking shit,” Nicki says aloud as she cums, her breath ragged and her hair covering her face.
But she’s not done, not by a longshot. She’s still wound up way too tight to quit after just one orgasm.
Nicki is just about to get to work on herself again when the doorbell rings.
Cursing aloud, she tells herself not to answer the door. But then there’s another ring, followed by a knock.
“What the hell,” she says aloud. She pulls the dildo out of her pussy and drops it onto the covers of her bed. Climbing to her feet, she leaves her room and heads towards the front door, not even bothering to put her
clothes back on.
Once at the door, she peeks out the peephole.
It’s a young man, no more than twenty years old, wearing a white short sleeve shirt, a black tie, and blue jeans. He’s pretty cute, with short dark hair and a decent face and a nice body. He’s got a small stack of papers in his hand and a little book.
It appears as though he’s either selling something or going door-to-door to talk about religion. Either way, Nicki doesn’t give a shit. She’s going to use him for her own means.
Smiling wryly, completely naked and not trying to hide herself in any way, she opens the door wide.
The young man’s jaw drops.
“What’s the matter,” Nicki says. “Never seen a naked woman before?”
His mouth moves up and down but he doesn’t say anything.
“Well, don’t just stand there,” she says, grabbing his tie and using it to roughly pull him inside. “Get your cute little ass in here.”
“But, but, but,” the young man stammers as she slams the door behind them.
Nicki shuts him up by leaning forward and sliding her tongue into his mouth.
There’s a little bit of resistance at first, but it isn’t long before the young man is returning her kiss, albeit a little awkwardly. It’s obvious he doesn’t have much experience in this sort of thing. But that’s okay. Nicki has more than enough for both of them.
She breaks off the kiss and grabs ahold of his tie once again and pulls him towards her, until their faces are practically touching.
Staring directly into his eyes, she says, “You arrived at a very opportune time, do you know that?”
The young man shakes his head from side to side.
“Well, you did,” Nicki says. “Because I was just starting to masturbate, and once I get started, I can’t stop until I’m completely satisfied. And that takes quite a long time. Do you know what that means?”
Again the young man shakes his head. It appears that he’s having trouble processing the situation. Which, again, is fine with her.
“That means that you’re going to have to hang around for a while and help me get off,” she says. “Is that okay with you?”