Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  Trying to get something out of her, Josh slides two fingers into her pussy while she fucks him, but Christine just takes it in stride. Even as he starts banging her with as much force as he can muster, her expression doesn’t change. Her breath rate increases just a tad but that’s all. Whatever pleasure she is taking from this she’s keeping it to herself.

  Eventually Christine lifts herself off of Josh’s cock, puts both feet on the floor inside of his spread legs, and turns around so her ass is facing him. While Christine changes positions, Ashlynn sucks Josh’s cock, taking it all the way down her throat and holding it for a couple seconds before releasing it.

  Once Christine is ready to go, Ashlynn holds the base of Josh’s cock in place as Christine lowers her asshole onto it. Impaling herself on Josh’s cock, Christine drops her ass down until it completely engulfs his cock. Using the floor for leverage, she starts to bounce, a little quicker now but no less forcefully, her body slamming down into Josh as the bottom of each thrust.

  Ashlynn climbs to her feet and slips two fingers into Christine’s pussy and starts banging away. A short time later, Christine pulls Ashlynn’s fingers out of her pussy and guides them into her mouth, then sucks her pussy juices off of Ashlynn’s fingers.

  Ashlynn pulls her fingers out of Christine’s mouth, then steps forward and replaces them with her tongue. They make out aggressively while Christine continues bouncing on Josh’s cock, more forcefully than ever.

  Christine utters her first real sounds of pleasure all evening, cursing repeatedly under breath before tensing up for a moment and then releasing in a flurry of movement as an orgasm racks her body.

  A short time later, Christine climbs off of Josh’s cock, steps up onto the couch, and backs her ass directly into Josh’s face. While Josh goes to town on Christine’s soaking wet pussy with his tongue, Ashlynn straddles him cowgirl style and slips his cock into her asshole.

  Christine rides Josh’s face with her ass, bouncing up and down on it so his tongue alternates between her pussy and asshole while Ashlynn bounces up and down on his cock. Christine leans forward, grinding her ass further back into Josh’s face, forcing his tongue deeper inside her pussy and allowing her to make out with Ashlynn over Josh’s chest.

  After trading spit for a bit, Ashlynn drops her head down and goes to work on Christine’s tits, licking and sucking at her nipples. Ashlynn’s hand flies to Christine’s pussy and starts rubbing her clit while Josh continues eating her out from behind.

  A short time later, Christine stands up on the couch and turns around so her ass is now in Ashlynn’s face. Ashlynn immediately grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them wide, making Christine’s asshole gape. Ashlynn slides her rigid tongue in and out of Christine’s asshole while continuing to ride Josh’s cock, bouncing around with just as much energy as she’s had all night, which is saying quite a lot.

  Sensing that Ashlynn is close to cumming and wanting to be a part of it, Christine climbs down off couch and comes around so she’s between Josh’s legs. She pulls Josh’s cock out of Ashlynn’s asshole and sucks on it. Ashlynn leans forward and starts making out with Josh, her tongue flicking around everywhere, her hands moving over his chest, playing with his nipples.

  Christine lets Josh’s cock slide out of her mouth and slips it back into Ashlynn, this time putting it in her pussy instead of her ass. After just a couple pumps, Christine pulls Josh’s cock out of Ashlynn’s pussy and licks her juices from it.

  Christine then slides Josh’s cock back into Ashlynn’s ass. A couple more pumps, and Christine again pulls Josh’s cock out of Ashlynn’s ass. Christine deepthroats Josh, then spits access saliva onto Josh’s cock and jerks him off before slipping his cock back into Ashlynn’s pussy.

  Ashlynn’s breath is rapid and labored but she’s screaming louder and more consistently than ever. And she reaches a whole other level after Christine sticks two fingers into her mouth to get them wet, then slides the fingers into Ashlynn’s ass. Christine finger bangs Ashlynn’s ass while Josh hammers away at her pussy, each rising in intensity together, instinctively working as a team to get Ashlynn over the top.

  And then she’s there. Ashley lets out a final shriek which tapers off into an avalanche of moans and groans and gasping breaths as the orgasm washes over her.

  Once it’s passed, Ashlynn climbs off of Josh’s cock and joins Christine between his legs. They go to work on his cock, taking turns sucking on it and occasionally swapping spit, both maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

  A short time later, Ashlynn turns over so her back is to the floor and slides underneath him. Christine straddles Ashlynn and drops her head on Josh’s cock. She deepthroats him while Ashlynn sucks on his balls. Saliva drips out of Christine’s mouth and travels down his sack and into Ashlynn’s mouth.

  With both of the girls having cum already, it’s Josh’s turn. He’s pretty close to cumming but needs a little something more to get him over the top. With this in mind, he slides his hips forward so his ass is hanging off couch.

  As Christine continues sucking his cock, Ashlynn slides further beneath him, instinctively understanding what he’s asking for. She spreads Josh’s ass cheeks with both hands and goes to work on his asshole, licking it with no shame whatsoever, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth with the same enthusiasm she’s had all night long.

  Christine pulls Josh’s cock from her mouth and slaps it against her face a couple of times, still staring directly at him with the same harsh expression as before. But far from annoying him, this just turns Josh on even more. Sex is serious business for Christine, and he liked that about her. Especially combined with the playfulness of Ashlynn. They were a great combination. But like everything else, all good things must end. And they were just about at the end of the evening. Josh was ready to cum.

  As though sensing his thoughts, Christine taps Ashlynn on the leg. Ashlynn climbs up from underneath Josh until they’re once again side-by-side, their faces mere inches from Josh’s hard cock. They make out for a moment, then Ashlynn leans over and takes Josh his cock in her mouth and starts sucking on it. Meanwhile, Christine puts her hands underneath Josh’s thighs and pushes on them, lifting his hips up and making his asshole more accessible. While Ashlynn goes to town on his cock, sucking it and working the shaft with her hand while gagging sounds escape from her throat and her head bounces around everywhere, Christine sticks her rigid tongue in his asshole, pushing it as far as it will go. And once it won’t go any farther, she grabs ahold of his asscheeks and spreads them, opening him up even more and allowing her even deeper access to his insides.

  Josh can’t take it anymore. Between Ashlynn giving him the sloppiest, more energetic blowjob he’s had in a long time and Christine’s tongue planted so far up his ass he can practically feel it in his stomach, he’s ready to explode.

  Just as they’ve done perfectly all night, the girls sense his predicament without him having to say a word, and silently prepare themselves for the inevitable explosion.

  Ashlynn pulls her mouth off his cock but continues jerking him off as Christine slips her tongue out of his asshole and rises up so her face is next to Ashlynn’s. Josh climbs to his feet to facilitate the impending explosion.

  As Josh’s body tenses up in that final moment before cumming, Christine takes control, just as she’s done all night, grabbing ahold of his cock and stroking him perfectly; not to quickly and with just the right amount of pressure to extract the maximum amount of pleasure from his orgasm.

  Josh utters a low moan and allows his body to release.

  Christine takes the first blast from his cock, the thick, white sperm splashing against her cheek. She then turns Josh’s cock towards Ashlynn, spraying her face with his second stream. Most of the third ends up on Ashlynn’s too, before Christine turns his cock back towards her for the fourth stream of cum.

  Laughing, his body quivering, Josh stares down at Christine as she moves her hand slowly towards the tip of his cock, milking
it of every last drop. With her face covered in cum, she licks the tip of his cock then releases it.

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  Thirty minutes later, the girls have showered and cleaned themselves up. Josh sees them to the door and lets them out, handing each a couple of $1000 dollar chips to help them enjoy the rest of their evening. He closes the door, opens up another bottle of wine, and hops in the shower. The way he figured it, the night was just beginning.

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  HAMMERING THE KINKY ESCORT

  First off, let me state right up front that I love escorts. I’ve been using them since I was 18 and I don’t expect the practice to end anytime soon. People always ask me why don’t I have a conventional relationship. Paying for sex is just so . . . nasty, they say. To which I reply, that’s exactly why I do it. Sometimes I feel like a nasty guy and it’s a hell of a lot easier to get truly down and dirty with a woman that you don’t have to worry about seeing ever again, unless you specifically choose to. I mean, seriously, do you want to kiss your girlfriend the morning after you came in her mouth? Or have her rub her hands through your hair the morning after she had her finger in your ass? Okay, don’t answer that. Maybe you do. But I sure as hell don’t. No, I’d rather live with the memory of that perfect night in my head, forever untainted, than deal with the reality of spending the next day together as human beings. I love the animal aspects of sex, the grinding, the sweating, the willingness to do things that you’d never consider doing under the harsh light of day. But the human part, the dealing with feelings and emotions and all that? No thanks. I deal with enough of that as it is; at work, with my family and friends, hell, even just observing strangers causes more anxiety than I like to deal with. No, I want my sex straight up, with no chaser. I want to fuck like an animal, without restraint, without having to think about the consequences in the morning, without having to wake up in bed the morning with my partner beside me and be embarrassed, to wonder what she thinks of me, of whether or not she liked it as much as I thought she did. I want to live in my dream world. I want my escort. I want to fuck. And so do you. After all, that’s what you bought this story, right? To read about the nasty stuff? Not to hear me ramble. So here you go. Enjoy.

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  She arrives at the door two minutes early, rings the bell. I looked out the peephole to check her out, my dick already hard in anticipation. The fish lens distorts her features just a bit, but nothing short of a circus funhouse mirror could have made her anything less than fucking perfect. She looked great: Long dark hair, lots of eye shadow behind her sunglasses, red lipstick, her full, pouty lips turned up in a huge, innocent smile. Not too much makeup, showing off her lightly-freckled nose. She was even chewing gum, topping off the fantasy perfectly. Looking like she was straight out of high school, the epitome of my ideal girl when I was first hitting puberty.

  I open the door and let her in. She’s a tiny little spinner, no more than 5’2” and somewhere right around 90 pounds. A full foot shorter than me and less than half my weight. She’s wearing a white, sleeveless t-shirt over a black bra. Her tan, flat stomach leads to the ultra-short jean shorts, which in turn lead to her tanned, skinny but still shapely legs, all the way to the sandals covering her tiny little feet.

  “So, what do you think?” she says, striking a pose. Her voice is bubbly, innocent. She plays the part like a pro. Which, of course, she is.

  “I think you’re perfect,” I say.

  Her smile widens. “Ahh, aren’t you sweet.” She sticks the tips of her finger in her mouth and giggles, then turns to check out the room. The bottom of her jean shorts barely cover her tight, tiny ass. I can’t take my eyes off it. I can’t wait to see it in all its glory, bouncing on my cock

  “Quite a nice room you’ve got here,” she says.

  “You like it?” I say.

  “I love it. It’s so big.”

  She comes over and puts one arm around me and leans her head up against my chest. The top of her head barely reaches my chin. She drops her hand down to my crotch and looks up at me with a mischievous grin. “And it feels like you’ve got something else big waiting for me, too.”

  “Maybe,” I say.

  She giggles and slips out of her sandals. Then she turns around and gets up on her toes and presses the top of her ass against my crotch and starts to wiggle and shimmy. My cock is rock hard. It’s pressing up against my jeans as she rubs up and down against it.

  Smiling, she turns her head and looks up at me. “So what’s on the menu for tonight?”

  “Whatever you can take,” I say.

  “I can take whatever you can dish out,” she says.

  “We’ll see about that.” I say as I grab a fistful of her hair and spin her around so she’s facing me.

  She yelps; part pleasure, part surprise, part pain. “Oh, so it’s gonna be like that, huh?”

  “Yes it is,” I say.

  I place my hand on top of her head and start to push. Not gentle, not rough, just guiding her down. Showing her the way. She goes willingly. Knowingly. And then her head is right in front of my crotch. She looks up at me, her eyes wide, her teeth biting the corner of her bottom lip.

  “Is this what you like?” she says. “Pushing girls like me around? Making us do what you want?” There’s no malice in her voice, no fear. If anything there’s a bit of humor, as though she’s taunting me.

  I nod.

  “Then what are you waiting for big boy?” she says. “Pull it out and let’s see what you got.”

  I undo my zipper and pull my cock out. It’s not the biggest dick in the world but it’s not the smallest either. It gets the job done. Especially when it’s as hard as it is right now. It’s stiff enough to hammer nails.

  She starts to pull her shirt over her head.

  I stop her. “Keep it on,” I say. Something about fucking a girl fully clothed just turns me on.

  She shrugs. “Whatever you want, baby.” She turns her head to the side and spits her gum out. Then she faces me again, wraps one hand around my shaft, opens her mouth, and takes my cock inside it. She sucks the tip of my cock and strokes my shaft with her hand, working it slowly at first and gradually picking up steam, keeping eye contact with me the whole time.

  She pulls my cock out of her mouth, slaps it against her tongue a couple of times, spits on it, then turns her head and puts it back into her mouth sideways. My cock presses against the inside of her cheek, poking on the skin, creating an unnatural bulge in her face. She pops my cock out the side of her mouth and presses it up against my stomach and licks my balls, staring up at me the whole time, maintaining eye contact.

  “Fuck my face,” she says as she adjusts her hands so they’re clenching the back of my legs, just below my butt. “Come on, baby, fuck my pretty little face.”

  I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head towards me while at the same time thrusting my hips forward, driving my cock into her waiting mouth. I pump my hips faster, faster, faster still, her lips now pressing tightly against my cock, creating a seal, her saliva glistening on my cock as I draw it nearly all the way out, stick it back in, draw it out, stick it in, draw it out, stick it in over and over and over again, pumping faster and faster, slamming it deeper and deeper into her mouth, down her throat. She makes gasping, gagging sounds but her eyes are locked on mine and she’s begging with them, pleading for more. I grab the back of her head and thrust one final time and hold it her head there for one, two, three, four, five seconds, my cock deep in her throat, her nose pressing up against the bottom of my stomach.

  She starts to gag. I pull my cock out. It’s glistening with her saliva. She coughs and hacks and spits on my cock, then starts stroking it with her hand. Her mascara is running down her face and saliva is dripping down her chin.

  Smiling, she says, “Give me more, baby. I want more.”

  I bend down and guide her to the floor. She’s on her back, her hair spread out around her head, still fully clothed. I slide her shirt up but don’t take it all the way off,
uncovering her small but firm tits and rock-hard nipples the size of pencil erasers. I do the same with her shorts, pulling them down just a bit, exposing her g-string but not slipping them past her knees. Trapping her legs together. Her panties I simply move to the side, exposing her smooth, freshly shaved vagina.

  I slide forward and straddle her chest, just below her tits.

  She reaches up to stroke my cock but I stop her, force her hand back down by her side. This is my time; I’m in control now.

  I pinch her rock-hard nipples and rub them between my fingertips; not softly but not too hard. She moans in pleasure and tries to squirm away. But I don’t let go. Making a guttural sound that’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, she shimmies and slides underneath me but I hold on, still rubbing them between my finger tips, increasing the pressure every few seconds. Her feet start to beat against the floor and her breath is coming more quickly now. I squeeze harder just for a moment then finally let go. She yelps and gives me the evil eye. But behind it is a nasty smile. I give her a moment to catch her breath.

  “You like that?” I say.

  “Hell yeah,” she says. “Give me some more.”

  I slap one of her tits, not lightly but not with too much force.

  “You like that too?” I say.

  “Love it,” she says.

  I slap her other tit.

  “Harder,” she says.

  I do so. First the right, then the left.

  “Harder,” she says.

  So I do.

  She moans.

  I slap them again, harder this time.

  She yelps.

  And yet again, harder still.

  She screams and bites down on her bottom lip, shakes her head from side to side. A tremor runs through her body. Her breath is ragged, labored.

  “You’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” I say.

  “You’re damn right,” she says. “Now come up here. I want to taste you.”