Perverted Fantasies

by Evan Harder

  “Be my guest,” she says, throwing her legs back and opening herself up to me.

  I drop to my knees and start going to town on her pussy; licking, sucking, lapping it like a cat drinking milk, causing her to moan and squirm beneath me.

  After I’ve got her good and warmed up, I slip two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy and start working them slowly inside her. I run my tongue up to the top of her pussy lips and start going after her clit.

  She lets out a little yelp and then an intense giggle. “God that feels so fucking good,” she says, her smooth Texas twang voice laced with what can only be described as pure ecstasy.

  I slide a third finger inside her and starting working them more quickly. In and out. In and out. Digging into her, my fingers curled, rubbing on her pebbly g-spot, causing her to moan more loudly and breathe more quickly. She’s clearly getting off on this.

  I back off with my tongue so I can watch her face as she climbs the ladder towards orgasm. Her head is thrown back and her eyes are closed. A thin sheen of sweat is covering her body and her breathing is growing heavier and heavier by the second, her moans turning to screams. Her pussy is dripping, her juices soaking my fingers, running down my hand.

  I slip another finger inside her, making it four now. She shudders a bit at the intrusion but I don’t let up.

  “Holy fuck!” she cries. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”

  I shift my weight to get a better angle and continue slamming my fingers into her, stretching her pussy, causing her to gush even more.

  “Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m gonna cum,” she says, her hand flying down to her clit. She starts rubbing it aggressively and seconds later she goes over the edge.

  “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK!” she screams.

  Her pussy tightens around my fingers and she grabs ahold of my arm and squeezes it tight, keeping my fingers unmoving inside her. Her whole body tenses for just a second, then releases, and with it comes a huge whoosh of breath.

  Smiling, she pulls my fingers from her pussy, brings them up to her mouth and starts to lick her juices from them.

  “I take it you liked that?” I say, mimicking her little taunt from earlier.

  “I fucking loved it,” she says, climbing off the couch. “You’ve got some talented fingers for a boy. But now let’s see what you can do with that fat cock of yours.”

  She grabs my hand and leads me over towards the bed. Once there, she turns me around so my ass is touching the edge of the covers and then gives me a little shove.

  I fall back onto the bed and slide back a bit, positioning myself in the center. She climbs on and crawls towards me, working her little body between my spread legs until her head is above my cock. She puts it in her mouth, gives it a couple of sucks, then climbs atop me, straddling me, her knees on the bed on either side of my hips.

  “Just sit back and relax,” she says. “It’s time for this dirty little cowgirl to go for a ride.”

  She wraps her hand around my stiff cock and guides into her wet, waiting pussy, letting out a sexy little moan and biting down on her bottom lip as it slides in.

  She leans forward, putting her arms on either side of my neck and starts grinding on my cock, slowly at first but gradually picking up steam, working the entire length of my shaft from tip to base, varying up the speed and depth and pressure expertly, keeping things from getting repetitive.

  Her tits are bouncing right there in front of my face, her stiff nipples tempting me, so I lift my neck and start to suck on them, first one, then the other, taking turns, giving each equal time in my mouth.

  She pulls back and shifts her legs so she’s squatting over me, her cowboy boots flat on the bed, her hands on the inside of my thighs for leverage. With my cock angled away from me, she starts working it forward and back, sliding her pussy up and down gently, the pressure from the unnatural angle providing a sensation I’ve never experienced, a fact that must have shown on my face, as she flashes me a tight smile.

  “You like that, huh?”

  “Hell yeah,” I say. “It feels fucking great.”

  “I aim to please,” she says, starting to work her hips in a circular motion as she talks, taking my cock to more places it’s never been.

  “Holy shit,” I say as she works it in circles.

  “That too, I take it?”

  This time I just nod. I’m afraid to talk. The pressure is too great, too wonderful. It has me right on the edge, way too close for comfort if I have any hopes of extending the session.

  I need to switch things up, and fast, so I grab ahold of her hips and pull her forward, guiding her hands to my chest. With my hands on her ass to help her stay balanced, I drop her down onto my cock and lift her back up, once, twice, three times, working it deeper every time until I’m bottoming out inside her. Pretty soon I’m raising my hips to meet her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure with every thrust as our bodies come together.

  Next thing I know I’m holding her ass in place and slamming my hips up into her, doing all the work, fucking her with everything I’ve got, my balls slapping up against her asshole as my cock goes balls deep inside her pussy.

  She practically screaming at me, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” so I don’t, continuing to slam up into her with reckless abandon until she comes again, which she does in a gasping, heaving rush, lifting herself up off my cock and squirting all over me.

  She immediately drops down and licks her juices off my chest, smiling up at me the whole time. This chick is a freak. A hot, sick, dirty, freak. And I love it. At this moment I’m strongly considering moving to Texas for good.

  But she’s not done yet, which is good, because neither am I, although I’m getting really damn close.

  She climbs onto her hands and knees and I realize I have even less time left than I’d previously thought. Doggy-style. My favorite position.

  She shifts her body so her ass is facing me. Her back is arched and her perfect little ass is sticking up in the air. She turns her upper body and looks back at me, cowboy hat still miraculously on her head, making her look just that much hotter.

  “You like what you see?” she says.

  “Hell yes.”

  “You want to stick that fat cock of yours inside me, don’t you?”

  “You’re damn right I do.”

  “Then wait are you waiting for?” she says, reaching back and giving her ass a slap. “Come on over here and fuck my tight little pussy.” She slaps her ass again, hard enough to leave a red mark.

  I scramble to my knees and sidle up to her, my raging cock leading the way, anxious to slip inside her. I move into position to stick my cock into her gaping, glistening, wet pussy but she reaches out and stops me just as the tip touches her pussy lips.

  “Let me work it,” she says.

  So I do, holding my position as she bounces back against my cock, her tiny, firm asscheeks slamming up against me, harder and harder, my balls slapping against the underside of her pussy.

  “Work it, baby, work it,” I say, hoping that talking to her will help me resist the temptation to start pounding her. “That’s right. Harder.”

  “Harder?” she says, slamming back up against me, her voice high, strained, ecstatic.

  “Harder,” I say.

  “Like this?”

  “Harder.”

  “Harder?” she says.

  “Like this,” I say, grabbing ahold of her hips and slamming my cock into her.

  “Ho-ly shiiiiiiiiiit,” she says, drawing out the word for a few seconds, her pitch altering every time the base of my cock bounces against her pussy lips.

  Our bodies are slamming together, rocking back and then coming together in perfect harmony. I slide my hands up to her shoulders and grasp on, using them to pull her back into me even harder with every thrust. The room is filled with the labored sounds of our breathing punctuated with guttural grunts of pleasure.

  With my cock still inside her, I climb to my feet, al
tering 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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  A FREAKY ANAL BABE

  Josh Evans has what most people would call an extravagant lifestyle. Since his retirement from Major League Baseball, he spends pretty much all his time travelling, partying, and having sex.

  Due to his good looks, obvious wealth, and the high-class situations he generally finds himself in, Josh rarely has to work hard before finding his way into a room with a gorgeous woman or two. But there are some occasions where it doesn’t come so easy.

  Like tonight, for example. He’s in Lincoln, Nebraska for the college graduation of an old teammate’s daughter. It’s the end of the night, after the parties and celebrating is over, and Josh is feeling a bit lonely. So he heads to an exotic-island themed bar near his hotel to look for some companionship.

  The place is filled with college students, all of whom are at least 20 years younger than him. Which normally isn’t a problem for Josh; younger woman are generally attracted to him. But tonight he’s not getting any action whatsoever. Not a single girl has looked in his direction all night. He’s like a fish out of water. Maybe it’s his age, maybe it’s his look, maybe it’s the way he holds himself, but whatever the cause, he’s not even registering on anyone’s radar.

  So he decides to just get drunk.

  Sitting down at the far corner of the bar, he orders a shot of Jack Daniels and a pitcher of Blue Moon from the bartender, an attractive blonde wearing a white bikini who is the only other person in the bar over the age of 25. She brings him the drinks without pause, lingering on him for a moment before getting called away by another thirsty patron.

  He shoots the Jack and pours himself a glass of beer. It isn’t long before Josh’s pitcher is empty. The bartender comes back. She asks him what he wants. He tells her the same as last time. She looks at him like he’s crazy and says she hasn’t served him before.

  Josh orders another shot of Jack and another pitcher of Blue Moon, then shakes his head and laughs under his breath. If the bartender doesn’t even remember taking his order less than ten minutes ago, then this truly isn’t going to be his night. He tells himself that he’ll finish these last drinks then head back to his room and chalk his failure up to bad luck.

  But after the bartender brings him the next shot and pitcher, Josh suddenly realizes something. She didn’t remember him because she wasn’t the same bartender that served him previously.

  Looking around, he realizes that there are two women behind the bar, both hot blondes dressed exactly alike. They appear to be spitting images of each other—both have long blonde hair, cute, angular faces, big blue eyes, slim, shapely figures, tanned skin and great asses—although at a closer glance, they have a few subtle differences. One is a little taller and thinner the other has bigger tits and slightly wider hips. But they are so similar it is eerie. And no doubt deliberate.

  Josh sighs. What he wouldn’t give to spend the night with the pair of them. But, it all seems to be for naught, as neither has paid any particular attention to him yet.

  So Josh drinks his second shot and dusts off his second pitcher. He calls the bartender over to settle the tab—it’s the one that served him first—and is prepared to go on his way.

  But to his surprise, the bartender asks why he’s done for the night. He tells her this just isn’t his kind of place. She replies by telling him that’s a good thing. He’s too good for this place and these college kids.

  All of a sudden Josh is looking at her in a whole new light. He asks her what her name is. She tells him it’s Amber. And then she volunteers that her friend and fellow bartender is Hillary. And then before Josh can say anything else she’s telling him to stick around until the end of the night. When he asks why she just gives him a wink and tells him that he won’t regret it and walks away.

  Thirty seconds later, Hillary brings Josh another round. She’s more straightforward than her friend, and explains to him that they rarely get many people in there as well-dressed and handsome and sophisticated as him, and when they do, they always try to take advantage. As long as he doesn’t mind that she and Amber come as a pair.

  Josh tells her that he doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he prefers that sort of thing. Amber smiles and walks away to fill someone else’s order. Josh settles in and starts working on his third pitcher. One more hour until last call. He can hardly contain his excitement.

  #

  Eventually the bar closes and Josh escorts Hillary and Amber to his hotel room. After a few more drinks, they leave Josh sitting on the couch and climb to their feet.

  Amber and Hillary start off by putting on a show for Josh. Standing a few feet in front of him, they rub their bodies together then start to make out. It isn’t long before they’re feeling each other up. Then Amber pulls Hillary’s bikini off and starts playing with her tits. She bends down, licks one nipple, getting it hard. Then the other one.

  Once it’s hard too, Amber drops further down, licking Hillary’s stomach as she descends. Amber grabs
ahold of Hillary’s bottoms and pulls them off. On her knees now, Amber starts licking Hillary’s shaved pussy. Hillary holds Amber’s head there, smashing Amber’s face into her snatch, smothering her for awhile before finally letting go.

  As Amber catches her breath, Hillary turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Amber’s face.

  Ignoring her pussy, Amber goes straight to Hillary’s asshole, lapping at it like she’s a kitten drinking milk. Making her tongue rigid, she slides it into Hillary’s anus. After holding it there for a bit, Amber starts bouncing her head against Hillary’s ass, her still-rigid tongue moving in and out of Hillary’s asshole. She holds it deep inside Hillary for a few seconds then backs off, gasping for breath.

  Hillary drops to her knees and turns around and they make out. Then she grabs ahold of Amber’s shoulders and pulls them to the ground until Amber’s head is between Hillary’s legs and her ass is sticking up in the air.

  Pinning Amber’s head between her legs, Hillary leans over and undoes Amber’s bottoms then spreads her asscheeks and starts licking her asshole, positioned so that Josh has a direct view to the proceedings. Hillary runs her tongue around Amber’s anus then slips her tongue inside it.

  Sliding her body forward so she’s straddling Amber’s upper body, only facing the opposite direction, Hillary continues to work on Amber’s asshole, occasionally looking up at Josh and flashing him a nasty smile.

  Once Amber’s asshole is good and wet and loosened up, Hillary grabs ahold of her purse from the floor nearby. Digging into it, she pulls out a pink, 16-inch long, double-sided dildo. She takes one side of the dildo and sticks it in her mouth, sucking on it for a little while then taking it nearly halfway down and holding it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out.

  After she’s caught her breath, Hillary sticks the dildo back in her mouth then gives Amber a smack on the ass. Amber climbs up from the floor, turns around, and crawls over. She takes the other end of the dildo in her hand and slides it into her mouth.