TIME FOR SMUT By JT Holland Copyright 2013 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough sex, dirty talk, anal play and more. Definitely not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak heart! I repeat: 18 and over only!!!

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TABLE OF CONTENTS THE PORNSTAR NEXT DOOR

TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY FORCING THE ISSUE HIGH CLASS ASS THE COUGAR IN 26B

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THE PORNSTAR NEXT DOOR

DAY ONE

Holy Shit. It actually happened. After spending nearly every waking moment over the last couple of days dreaming, hoping, praying and fantasizing about this turn of events, it actually happened. I fucked the girl next door. Well, truth be told, she did most of the work, but that’s to be expected. Why is that, you ask? We’ll get to that in a little bit. But first, I must digress. Set the scene, so to speak. Put some things on the record. Because, let’s be honest, this journal is going to be the only place I’ll ever be able to talk about any of this stuff.

That’s the only downside to this arrangement; I have to keep it to myself. Which is kind of a bummer, really. I mean, I just lived out what is quite possibly every young man’s dream—even if they won’t come right out and admit it—and I can’t even share the experience with anyone. Not any of my friends, that’s for sure. It would be all over Facebook and Twitter within minutes. And this is something I definitely don’t want getting around. I can only imagine what would happen if my mom ever found out. It would be the end of the world as I know it. And I most definitely would not feel fine. But enough about my problems, let’s get to the good stuff. I first noticed her three days ago. I’d gotten home from school just after noon (it was my senior year and I only had a half-slate of classes) and my mom was still at work. I went to the fridge, got myself a Mountain Dew, opened the back door to let the dog out, then headed upstairs to spend a couple hours on the Playstation. But before I could get the game started, the dog started barking. So I looked outside to see what the fuss was all about. That’s when I saw her. It was impossible not to, really. After all, it’s not every day that you see a stranger lying topless on a lounge chair in your neighbor’s backyard. “Who the fuck is that?” I said, not realizing I’d said it aloud until I actually heard the words. As far as I knew, the neighbors were childless. Granted, they’d only been living next door for about a year, but I’d never seen anyone under the age of forty over there. And certainly not this girl. I would have remembered her.

Even from a distance of a couple hundred feet, it was obvious she was ridiculously hot. A long, thin, perfectly-toned body, great tan, defined arms, sculpted legs, long brown hair, and a impossibly firm ass covered only by a micro-thin g-string bikini. I just stood there and stared, transfixed, my dick getting hard just dreaming about getting a closer look at her, let alone doing anything else. And then, as if on cue, she turned over, revealing her tits to the sun. On the smallish side but perky and firm, they were absolutely perfect. Not too big, not too small, more than a handful but not too much more. In a word, glorious. She reached over and grabbed a water bottle and took a drink, exposing the hollow of her neck, then stretched out and settled into position. She had sunglasses on, so I only caught a glimpse of her face, but from what I could tell it was just as gorgeous as the rest of her. I stood there for at least fifteen minutes, just staring and fantasizing, the rest of the world lost to me, my dick pressing painfully against my jeans. Questions bounced around in my head, all having to do with her. Who was she? How long would she be there? Did I possibly have a shot with her? (I knew the answer to this one of course, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind.) But most of all, one specific question nagged at me more than anything: Why did she look familiar? Because she did. At first I didn’t believe it. Just wishful thinking, I said to myself. There’s no way in hell I’d seen her before. It wasn’t something I would have forgotten. But that was the thing; I did remember. Somewhere, at one time, I’d seen her.

I couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so familiar to me. It wasn’t anything specific, not any part of her body that brought up the recollection—not her face, not her great tits, not her tight ass—it was just a general feeling. It was the idea of her that tickled the tip of my brain, brought it right there on the cusp of recognition. Perhaps if I could just get a closer look, I would be able to — I was so locked up in my own thoughts that it took me a moment to notice she’d shifted positions again. This time she was sitting up a little straighter and her sunglasses were in her hand. With a start, I realized she was looking right at me. Holy shit. I quickly took a step back, out of her line of sight. I had no idea how long she’d been looking at me or if she could even see me for that matter, but either way I felt a flush of shame—not for looking at her (after all, it was obvious she didn’t care about being seen, in fact probably wanted to) but simply at being caught. I waited about a minute then tilted my head and peeked around the edge of the window to see if she’d had any reaction but she was gone. I started to panic. What did she go inside for? Because she was embarrassed at being seen? (Doubtful) To call the cops to complain about a peeping tom? (Highly doubtful) Because the phone rang? (Probable) Because she was simply done tanning for the day? (Likely) Or maybe it was something else entirely. But whatever the reason, she was gone. The show was over.

After getting over my initial disappointment, I went into the bathroom and jerked off.

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The next day I raced home to hopefully catch another glimpse of her, eschewing multiple requests by my friends to come over and hang out, giving them some lame excuse as to why I had to be home all the while keeping the real reason to myself. After arriving home I immediately ran upstairs to have a look. Bingo. She was out there again, lying on her back, wearing the exact same outfit, (or lack of one, more accurately) obviously either unaware or not caring one bit that I had seen her the day before. In fact, maybe it was nothing more than a coincidence, but today her chair was closer to my house and angled differently, so she was facing my window directly. Did she know I was watching her yesterday? Was this just her way of getting her jollies? Teasing me, perhaps? Yeah, right, said the rational voice in my head. Keep dreaming, buddy. It’s just a better angle for the sun, that’s all. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t. Who knew for sure? Certainly not I. But it didn’t really matter anyway. What did matter is that she was out there again, and this time I was prepared.

I’d set up a chair in the far corner of the room, allowing me to see just barely over the bottom of the window, and (in theory) making it impossible for her to see me (because of the angle) even if she happened to glance up. I also had a pair of mini-binoculars in case I wanted to get a closer look. I closed and locked my door then pulled off my pants and sat down in the chair. My dick had been hard with anticipation pretty much all day, and now that the moment was here it was sticking out of my boxers without even the slightest touch. But that was about to change. I don’t know about other guys out there, but for me, if my dick’s hard the urge to stroke it is almost unbearable. And so I started to stroke it slowly, all the while not taking my eyes off the vision of perfection lying in the sun below me. I took my time, working my cock in brief intervals, not wanting to waste a single second of the view by blowing my load before she was done for the day. Occasionally I would use my free hand to bring the binoculars to my eyes for a closer look, but for the most part I preferred the long-view to the close-up one. About ten minutes in, she flipped over onto her back. Again she was topless, and again I marveled at the gall it took to sun topless outside in the open. The neighbor’s backyard was surrounded with old trees and shrubbery, and the only decent view to it from another house was from the exact spot I was in right now, but something told me that she didn’t give a fuck either way. The yard could be open to the world and she’d still be lying there half-naked.

And so I sat there in my chair, periodically stroking my dick while watching her soak up the sun, perfectly content and feeling like I’d won the lottery, when, as impossible as it might sound, things took a turn for the better. Her right hand dropped to her bikini bottoms and she started to rub down there. At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing. Adjusting the material? Scratching an itch? But after a few seconds of slowly rubbing in a circular manner, it suddenly clicked. She too was touching herself. Oh. My. God. You have got to be kidding me. I fumbled for the binoculars to verify what I thought I’d seen. But when I finally got them to my eyes I realized that from my spot in the chair I didn’t have a real good angle. So I crept up closer to the window, careful to keep my head low, just in case. Pretty soon I was right up against it. I rose up a bit and brought the binoculars to my face. Sure enough, up close, it was obvious. She was playing with her pussy. My dick got even harder. It was sticking straight out of my boxers, the erection almost painful. I tried to stuff it back inside but it was no use. So I just let it hang out and focused my attention of her. And then, just in case there was any doubt, her index and middle fingers slipped underneath her bikini bottoms. Fuck me.

The binoculars slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. But I didn’t bother searching for them. I could see fine without them, perhaps even better, because I could take her entire body in as she enjoyed herself, from her head thrown back in ecstasy to her toes curled up in pleasure as her fingers went to work beneath her panties. With her free hand she started working one of her tits, groping it, squeezing the nipple, slapping it lightly. She shoved her panties aside and went to work on herself with more intensity, her fingers moving faster and faster, in and out of her pussy. By now I had given up on my own attempts at austerity and was full-on stroking my cock as I watched her. I was close to the point of finishing but trying to hold off until she was done too. I didn’t want to waste a second of the show. And then it was time. Her thrusts slowed down considerably and her body stiffened and her fingers stayed deep inside her pussy instead of sliding back out. Even though the window was closed I could hear the sharp gasp from her mouth as her body shuddered once, twice, three times and then fell still. Knowing now that the show was all but over, I too let myself go, spewing my cum all over the wall beneath the window. I dropped to the floor and took a moment to catch my breath before climbing back to my knees to have a peek. She had pulled her fingers out of her pussy and replaced her bikini bottom to its rightful place. Her sunglasses were back over her eyes and she was climbing to her feet. I watched as she gathered her things and headed towards the back door of the house.

Was that a smirk I saw on her face? I could have sworn it was. Did she know I was watching. Had she put on that show just for me? No. It simply wasn’t possible. Was it? Did it even matter? Not really. Either she had known I was watching and obviously didn’t mind, or she didn’t know and what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Either way it didn’t make any difference to me, as long as she didn’t change up her routine. I leaned back against the wall and wondered how life could get any better. I was about to find out.

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The next day I again rushed home from school, again got all prepared—chair ready, pants off, binoculars in one hand, dick in the other—and again went to the window to watch the show. She wasn’t there. Fighting a wave of disappointment, I tried to calm myself down. Just because she wasn’t there didn’t mean she wouldn’t be there at all. Maybe she had some stuff to do and would get her tanning time in later. Or maybe she had just gone inside for a minute to get something to drink, or answer the phone, or use the bathroom. Or maybe— The doorbell rang. My body stiffened. Could it be?

Don’t be ridiculous, said the rational voice. It’s probably just UPS dropping off a package. Of course. That had to be it. UPS came to the door almost every day to drop something off for my mom. She was always buying shit on the internet. Then the doorbell rang again, and this time it was followed with a knock. Well, it wasn’t UPS. They would have just rang once then left the package. Then who was it? I decided there was only one way to find out. So I put my pants back on and headed downstairs, trying desperately to hold a lid on my excitement. Another knock as I reached the door. I glanced through the peephole and quickly looked away, as though afraid of getting caught peeking. My breath was caught in my chest and my heart was pounding. It was the girl next door. Now that she was here, in the flesh, with nothing but a six-inch wide plank of wood between us, the terror crept in. It was one thing to look at her through a window, watching from the safety of my own home, but it was something completely different to have her standing at my front door, waiting for me to open it. What now? asked the panicked part of my brain. Simple, replied the rational part. Open the door. Then what? Play it by ear. But what if she wants to, you know, fuck?

Then that’s great, said the rational me. That is what you want, right? To fuck her? Yeah, but— But what? I don’t know, said the panicked me. It’s just— Quit your sniveling and answer the door. Chances are she just wants to borrow some eggs or something anyway. Yeah, you’re probably right. Of course I am. Now open the door. So I did. And there she was, standing before me, in the flesh. She was dressed casually, in a red, unbuttoned collared shirt, little tan shorts and tennis shoes. No bra. Her hair was done up in a ponytail and she had on very little makeup. But it didn’t matter. She still looked great. So great that my dick was hard. I was shocked to realize that I found her even hotter clothed than I had naked. But one thing was different. Whatever familiarity I observed the last couple of days when she out tanning was no longer there. I had absolutely no recollection of her fully clothed. “Oh, hey,” she said, completely relaxed, totally at ease, as if she was greeting an old friend. “I was starting to think you weren’t here.” “Sorry,” I said. “I was just . . . busy.” “Doing what?” “Cleaning my room,” I said, realizing how ridiculous it sounded as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

But she just smiled and nodded her head as if it made perfect sense. I just stood there, waiting, oblivious. Eventually she said, “So, are you going to invite me inside?” “Um, yeah. Sure,” I said, my heartbeat racing. “Come on in.” I held the door wide and she walked past me. I glanced outside to check if anyone was on the sidewalk—I didn’t see anyone—then quickly shut the door. From behind me I heard her say, “You’re a cute little one, aren’t you?” My mind raced trying to come up with a response but when I turned towards her I realized none was necessary. She wasn’t talking to me. She was talking to the dog, who was busy clamoring for her attention. She squatted and starting petting him. “What is he, a beagle mix?” “Yeah.” “What’s his name?” she said. “Kirby.” She gave Kirby one last scratch then rose to face me. “What about you?” she said. “What about me?” She smiled as though she was dealing with a 7-year old child. And in a sense, she was. That’s about where my mental faculties were right now. “What’s your name?” I laughed and shook my head. “Sorry,” I said. “I don’t know where my head is right now. I’m Scott. Scott Taylor.”

“Pleased to meet you, Scott. I’m Heather Phillips.” She was looking at me expectantly, as though waiting for something. Recognition, perhaps? Like I was supposed to know who she was. “So,” I said. “You’re the new neighbor, right?” “For a little while,” Heather said. “I’m just house-sitting for my parents. Keeping the cats fed, the plants watered, that sort of thing.” “Oh yeah? Where did they go?” “Vegas.” “How long are they going to be gone?” “Until Saturday.” I nodded my head and tried desperately to maintain my cool. Four more days of this? My excitement was practically overflowing. As was my anxiety level. Heather was looking at me, a little smirk played across her face. Whatever she was up to, she was certainly enjoying herself. “So are you going to give me a tour of the house?” “I guess. If you want one.” “Sure,” she said. “Let’s go.” I showed her around the bottom floor; the kitchen, the closet, the guest room, the living room, the dining room. Then we headed upstairs. I pointed out the bathroom, the laundry room, my mom’s room, my mom’s office, and the spare bedroom. Every room in the house. Except one. “And this must be your room,” she said.

I nodded sheepishly. “Are you going to show it to me?” “If you really want to see it,” I said, stalling for time but really doing nothing but delaying the inevitable. I was going to have to eventually show it to her. The real question was why she wanted so badly to see it. I could think of two reasons, depending on what the purpose of her visit was. One good and one bad. But even the good filled me with trepidation. “If you don’t mind.” “Not at all,” I said. I took a deep breath and opened the door and walked in. She was right behind me. “Here we are,” I said. The chair was still set up in the corner and on it were the binoculars. But she didn’t mention them. Instead, she walked straight toward the window, flipped the blinds open and looked down at the spot where she’d spent the last two days tanning. “You’ve got a nice view from up here,” she said. Her voice was flat, giving away nothing. What kind of game is she playing? “It’s pretty cool at certain times of the day,” I said, trying to get a feel for where she was heading without giving too much away. “I bet it is,” Heather said, turning towards me. She looked at me for a moment, then laughed and shook her head. “What so funny?”

“Nothing,” she said. “You really don’t know who I am, do you?” “Should I?” “Not necessarily. I just thought—” she threw up her hands. “Forget it. I’ll just go.” “No,” I said a bit more desperately than I intended. “I mean, you don’t have to. I’d like to know what you were thinking.” Heather sized me up for a moment. “All right, what the hell. I just figured anyone that would go through the trouble you did to watch me yesterday would have done so because they recognized me, that’s all.” “So you did know I was watching,” I said. “Of course I knew,” she said. “Why do you think I put on that little show for you?” I shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t sure if that was for me or just for the hell of it.” “Oh, don’t get me wrong. It was a little of both. But mostly it was for you.” My dick was getting hard just listening to her talk and I had to shift slightly to take care of it. She glanced down and gave a little smile. I needed to change the subject, and quickly. “So, that means your little visit here today . . .” “Was to feel you out more than anything,” she said. “Figure out if what I did yesterday was stupid or not.” “Did you come to a conclusion?” “Not yet,” she said.

“What do you mean?” “Well, let’s just say this little visit didn’t go anywhere near the way I planned it to.” “Why not?” “Because of you.” I laughed self-consciously. “What do you mean?” “You’re just not what I expected, that’s all.” “In a good way or a bad way?” “That remains to be seen,” Heather said. She took another step towards me, so that we were within reaching distance of each other. It was all I could do to not take a step back. “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Scott Taylor. You take a little time, do a little research on the internet, and figure out who I am. Then, if you feel comfortable enough with it, come on over later today and we can hang out for a while. I’ve got a few days to kill and I wouldn’t mind killing them with someone else. And if not, that’s okay too. I’m sure I can find someone in this town who wouldn’t mind hanging out with me.” She walked up to me and past me and out the door of my room. I turned to watch her go, my eyes locked on her tight, tiny ass, which was framed perfectly by the little shorts she had on. “Don’t worry,” she said over her shoulder as she headed down the hall. “I’ll show myself out.”

I started booting up my computer before she’d even made it all the way down the stairs and was online before she’d had a chance to close the door behind her. Just as the door closed I brought up Google, clicked images, and typed in Heather Phillips. Half a second to load and then the pictures came up. “Holy shit,” I said aloud. I was hoping for a glimpse of who she might be but I got much more than that. I had hit the jackpot. There were thousands of pictures of her. As well there should be. After all, I was looking on the internet. And what’s by far the most popular worldwide use for the internet? That’s right. Porn. Heather Phillips was a pornstar. Needless to say I came to a decision pretty quickly.

#

Forty-five minutes later I was going in through Heather’s back door. Well, actually, I was going through the back door of the neighbors house to see her. (Going in through her backdoor would come later. Hopefully.) Anyways, after perusing through her pictures and watching some video footage of her in action (I just couldn’t help myself) I jumped into the shower and put on some clean clothes. I debated how to approach her house and

decided to leave by my back door and go to her back door. Perhaps I was being paranoid, but I figured there was no reason to allow one of the other neighbors to see me on her front porch. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and glanced inside. I could see the back of her head. She was sitting on the couch, watching television. Pushing all my doubts aside, I rapped on the sliding glass door. She glanced back, saw me, stood up, and walked back to let me in. Her smile said that she had been expecting me. “That didn’t take very long,” Heather said as she opened the sliding glass door. “It’s not like it was a real tough decision,” I said as I stepped into the house. She closed and locked the door behind me, then pulled the blinds across, blocking the view from outside. “For some people it would be,” she said. “You know, morals and all that bullshit.” “Yeah, well sometimes you just have to say: ‘what the fuck.’” Heather laughed. “I see that you’ve loosened up a bit since our last meeting.” “Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “You caught me a little off-guard earlier.” “Not a problem,” she said. “In fact, that was kind of the idea. No better way to get a feel for someone than to hit them when they’re least expecting it.” “Well you certainly did that.”

She smiled and took my hand and started leading me towards the stairs. My heart started pounding and my throat went suddenly dry and my breath caught in my chest. Whatever fake confidence I had been able to muster on my way over here was quickly disappearing. This was no longer just something I’d played through my head. It was actually happening. I tried not to think about it and just enjoy the moment. “Although I must admit, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come over,” she said, looking back at me over her left shoulder. “Really?” She nodded. “Which is strange, because it’s usually pretty obvious. One way or the other, I can generally tell right away what the choice is going to be. But with you, I wasn’t sure.” We were now at the stairs. Still holding my hand, she led me up them. I was finally finding it easier to breathe but my heart was still hammering away. My dick was already rock hard from just looking and listening to her talk, let alone anticipating what was coming next. “Is that a good thing?” I said. “It’s a very good thing,” she said, flashing me a smile. “Uncertainty is what gets me up in the morning.” “Then I hope I can keep surprising you.” She smiled. “Oh, something tells me that won’t be a problem.” We had reached the top of the stairs. But still she led me on. Down the hall, past a couple of doors, and into an open room. A giant flatscreen TV was on the

wall. A killer stereo system beneath it. A wet bar in the corner. A couch, a couple of loveseats, a recliner. I took it all in with a single glance, as if I was looking at a catalog. I think it was just my mind trying to make sense out of an unfamiliar situation by grasping onto the familiar. We stopped in front of the couch. She turned and grabbed my other hand and we stood there, face-to-face, looking at each other. She was a few inches shorter than me but her presence was so overwhelming that it felt like she was towering over me. There was no doubt who was in control of the situation. “This is your final chance to back out,” Heather said. “Once we get started there’s no turning back.” “I’m all in,” I said. She tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow. “You sure?” “Positive.” “Then just sit down and relax and let me do what I do best,” Heather said. She gave me a little push and I dropped down onto the couch. She pushed my knees apart and stepped in between them. Then she turned around so her back was to me and started to tease her shorts off, going slowly, revealing her perfect ass inch by inch. Once her ass was clear, she bent over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, and slid her shorts the rest of the way off then stepping out of them, leaving only her little black panties on her bottom half. She rose back up slowly, taunting me with the inner workings of her leg muscles. Once fully upright again, she peeked over her shoulder and flashed a nasty little smile.

“You like what you see so far?” she said, clearly playing with me and clearly enjoying it. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. She laughed and stepped back towards me, then dropped her ass onto my lap and began to gently rub it on my rock-hard cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans and pushing up painfully. I stifled a groan and forced myself to calm down. The last thing I wanted to do was cream my pants before we’d even got started. That wouldn’t do. Not at all. Heather seemed to sense how close I was already and relaxed on the pressure a bit. I put my hands up her waist but she pushed them away. “Hands to yourself,” she said. “For now, at least.” I dropped my hands to the side and took a deep breath. Heather slid off my waist and down to the floor. Then she turned around and ran her hands up my legs and leaned forward and started to lick my cock through my jeans. Her right hand joined the party and started rubbing my balls through the material. This time I couldn’t stifle my groan. It came low, almost pleading, causing her smile to grow even wider. “You like that too, huh?” she said. “Yeah,” I managed to croak out. She lifted her arms over her head and slipped out of her shirt. She grabbed one of her tits and played with it for a bit, squeezing the nipple and giving it a playful little slap. “What about these? You like these too?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “You want to suck on them?” I went back to nodding. She laughed and climbed up onto my waist, straddling me. She leaned forward and stuck her tits in my face, bounced them around my head a couple times, then guided one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked at it like a baby at breast. “That’s right,” Heather said. “Just like that.” She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed it further into her chest. Then she started to grind on my cock. I switched breasts and went to work on her other nipple, working it more aggressively to hopefully counteract the effects of her grinding. But it didn’t work. The harder I went at her tit the harder she grinded on me. She pulled her tit out of my mouth and leaned in and kissed me, aggressively driving her tongue down into my mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back and started to grind even harder. I started breathing more heavily, trying to keep myself in check. But I needed something to do. So I grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze. This time she didn’t say anything about keeping my hands to myself so I stayed at it, massaging them and fondling them and playing with her hard nipples. Her tits took my mind of the quickening of my impending orgasm but not for long. I was ratcheting ever closer to cumming and there was nothing I could do about it.

And then Heather was sliding down between my legs again, smiling wryly as she slowly undid my button fly jeans, freeing my cock from the denim prison where it had been trapped. It was standing at attention, as hard as it’s ever been. Even though we’d hardly even done anything yet, I was right at the point of exploding. She gripped the base of my cock in her hand and ran up tongue up the underside of it, from the base to the tip. Then, with her eyes firmly locked onto mine, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let out a soft moan and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. She sucked on the head of my cock while caressing my shaft with her hand, taking things slow and gentle, presumably to make me last longer. But it didn’t matter. I was way too worked up already. My body was tense and inarticulate sounds were unconsciously coming from my mouth. Another ten seconds of this and I’d be done for sure. She seemed to sense that I was on the verge. But instead of letting up to give me a chance to recover, she increased the pressure, her hand jerking me off with more force and her mouth going further down my cock. I tried desperately to hold back; I didn’t want things to end too soon. But she was having no part of it, increasing the speed and intensity even further. I had no chance. My body tensed up and I sucked air in through my gritted teeth. Heather pulled my cock out of her mouth but was still jerking me off as my body released with a series of bucking spasms, sending streams of white cum

up into her chest, the hollow of her neck, the bottom of her chin. She teased every last bit of cum from my cock then licked the tip, eliciting one last shudder out of me. I was flooded with embarrassment. Here I was, with the opportunity of a lifetime, and I could barely even handle a couple minutes of a lap dance and a few seconds of a blowjob before shooting my load. What a tool. “Sorry,” I said, followed by a depreciating half-chuckle. “For what?” she said, sounding genuinely concerned. “For . . . you know . . . finishing up so quickly.” “Don’t sweat it,” she said. “You mean you’re not pissed?” “What for?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought . . . I mean, I should have done better.” I know it sounded lame but that’s how I felt. “You did fine,” she said. “Better than most, actually.” “Yeah right,” I said. “I’m serious,” Heather said. “Most men in your situation are done before I even have a chance to unzip their fly. I tend to have that effect on men. It’s not a big deal. Really.” “But I didn’t even have a chance to . . .” I trailed off, unable to spit it out. But she knew what I was thinking. “To fuck me?” Heather said. I nodded.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance pretty soon.” “What do you mean?” “This is just the beginning,” she said. “Now that round one is out of the way, we can have some real fun.” “You did that on purpose?” “Of course,” Heather said with a smile. She climbed to her feet and grabbed my hand. “So, are you ready for round two?” “Not yet,” I said as I stumbled clumsily to my feet. My head was still spinning and I had a goofy smile on my face. This was shaping up to be even better than I had imagined. “But I will be soon.” “Then let’s get started.”

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The second session started in the shower. We took a couple minutes to clean up and then were at it again. It started with making out and rubbing up against each other, the hot water pounding on us acting as a natural lubricant, adding a slippery new sensation to an already incredible feeling. The making out evolved into touching, then groping, then heavy petting, Heather jerking my once-again hard cock while my hand ventured down to her vagina and started rubbing her clit, our lips still locked together all the while. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. With her hands gripping my ass and the water from the shower hitting the top of her head, she

slowly worked my cock using just her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time, while I used the walls of the shower to balance myself. After blowing me for a couple minutes, Heather stood up and turned off the water. We quickly dried off and then starting going at it again, Heather took charge—a common theme on this day—backing me up towards the adjacent bedroom while we made out. When we came to the bed and fell on top of it together. Before I could even get comfortable, she was pushing my back to the bed and climbing on top of me, her legs astride my waist, her hand around my cock and guiding it into her dripping wet snatch. So much for taking it slow this time around. Heather shifted her legs so she was squatting over me, her feet on the bed. She put her hands on my chest for leverage and slowly worked my cock into her pussy, expertly moving her body so that every time she dropped down on my cock it went a little bit deeper inside her. It wasn’t long before my cock had completely disappeared every time she got the bottom. She started to increase the intensity of her gyrations until she was slamming her ass down harder into me. My breath was coming faster now, as was hers, along with a mutual soft little moan that arrived as our bodies came together. Even though her hair was flying all over the place, I could see that she was looking right at me, her eyes boring into mine. For some reason the intensity of her gaze excited me even further, nearly to the point of finishing.

Seeming to sense my heightened state, Heather suddenly stopped bouncing on my cock. She shifted her legs so her knees were on the bed, her body sitting atop of mine. She leaned forward and put her hands alongside my head and stuck her tongue into my mouth. With my cock still in her warm, wet pussy, we made out, giving me a chance to calm myself down. After making out for a little while, Heather pulled her tongue out of my mouth, sat back and went back to work. With my hands on her waist for support, she worked her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of my cock, then switched it up and started moving in a circular manner, staring down at me the whole time, her face a mask of concentration. She leaned back and started bouncing on my cock, slowly at first, but gradually picking up steam, expertly working it from tip to base every time. “You like that?” she said. “You like it when I bounce on your cock?” Unable to reply, I just nodded. Heather smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.” She reached down and grabbed my wrists, pulled my hands from her waist, and brought them up to her chest and placed them on her tits. “That’s better,” she said, as she continued impaling herself on my cock, slamming down on me with more force. She arched her back and ran her hands through her hair and turned her face up towards the ceiling. Her moans were growing more intense with every thrust and were now starting to take on a guttural quality. I could hear similar sounds coming from my mouth. Both our bodies were sweating and the room smelled of sex.

I could feel myself growing towards orgasm again and squeezed her tits, hoping that by focusing more attention on her I would be able to last a little longer. But it didn’t work. The harder I squeezed her tits the harder she bounced on my cock, which just brought me closer to orgasm even faster. Not much longer now. She tossed her head to the side, flinging her hair back behind her head. Staring down at me, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, she continued dropping her ass into my hips, harder and harder. I started to raise my hips at the last second, just before our bodies slammed together, increasing the depth of penetration with every thrust. “That’s right,” she said, riding me like a cowgirl. “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Right there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me— ” Her talking finally put me over the edge. I interrupted one of her many calls to fuck her with some words of my own. “Shit, shit, shit,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.” “Yeah?” she said. “Yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She bounced on my cock a couple more times then climbed off me right as I started to orgasm, my cum shooting straight up, landing on my stomach, on the bed next to me, pretty much getting everywhere. Heather jerked me to completion, squeezing every last drop from cock before finally releasing her hold and dropping down on the bed to lie beside me.

We were both lying on her backs, catching our respective breaths. Me more than her, there was no doubt about that, but she certainly seemed put out by the previous session, at least a little. “So, Mr. Scott Taylor, are you enjoying yourself so far?” Heather said. I looked down at my hands and said, “Yeah.” The directness of the question caused all sorts of discomfort. “What’s the matter now?” she said playfully. Shrugging, I said, “I don’t know how to explain it.” “Just say it,” she said. “You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.” “It’s nothing like that,” I said. “It’s just—” I shook my head and trailed off. “There’s no reason to be shy,” she said, turning over on her side so she was facing me. “Not after what we just did.” I shifted on my side until we were facing each other. I took her in, from her silky brown hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips to her thin neck to her perfect breasts. I could barely get my head around the fact that here I was, lying in bed with a pornstar, having just fucked her for the second time today, with the potential of still more sessions to come. Which was at the crux of the problem, really. Not that she was a pornstar, not exactly, although it was related to that— I decided that thinking about it wasn’t going to get me anywhere so I might as well just tell her. But she beat me to it. “It’s because I’m a pornstar, isn’t it?” Heather said.

“Sort of,” I said. “But not really. I mean, it’s related to that, but not how you think.” She gave a funny look. Fuck it. Just let it out. “I feel bad, that’s all.” “You feel bad?” she said with a half-chuckle. “What does that mean?” “It’s just . . . I feel bad because I can’t give you what you normally get,” I said. “Ahhh,” she said. “I think I see what you’re getting at. You feel bad because you can’t give it to me like you see me getting it onscreen, right? You can’t pound the shit out of me for hours at a time with a huge cock in a bunch of different positions without blowing your load. Does that about sum it up?” I nodded, more embarrassed than ever. But Heather just laughed. “Oh, Scott, you poor dumb kid,” she said. “Just because that’s how I get it onscreen doesn’t mean that’s how I like it.” “It’s not?” “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “There are times when I just need to get the shit fucked out of me, but even then it’s nothing like what you see in the movies. That’s all scripted, a formula, featuring uncomfortable positions that aren’t really all that great for having sex but look good on camera. And guys that are usually far more into the paycheck than the actual sex. It takes hours to do a single scene, you’ve got a director stopping you every couple of

minutes for direction, there are at least ten people on set the whole time, you’ve got a cameraman constantly getting in the way . . .” Heather shook her head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What I do on screen is just fucking for money, nothing more,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “But this? What we’re doing? This is for fun. So stop taking it so seriously and just have some fun with it, okay?” “Okay.” “Promise?” Smiling now, feeling much better about myself, I said, “I promise.” “Good,” she said. “Then let’s get you started on some more advanced techniques.” “I’m all ears.” “Let’s hope not,” she said. “You can’t fuck with your ears. But fingers . . . now that’s a different story. You want a surefire way to make sure the girl is always happy?” “There is one?” “There sure is,” Heather said. “And it’s the easiest thing in the world,” She held up her hand. The index and middle fingers were sticking out. “Behold the magic fingers. Learn how to use them properly and it doesn’t matter how long you last inside a girl. 5 minutes, 2 minutes, 30 seconds, it doesn’t make any difference. Spend enough time with your fingers inside her before fucking her proper and she’ll come away a happy girl. Guaranteed.” “No shit?”

“No shit. Even the most jaded pornstar is a sucker for getting finger fucked. If done properly, of course.” “Can you teach me how to do it properly?” “It would be my pleasure,” Heather said with a smile. “So where do I begin?” I asked. “Just start fiddling around down there,” she said. “You’ll be able to tell pretty easily if you’re in a good spot. Just pay attention audio clues. The girl will tell you everything you need to know by how her body reacts.” “All right,” I said dubiously as I slid my hand down towards her snatch and started rubbing her pussy. I wasn’t real sure what I supposed to be doing but figured she’d tell me if I was doing something wrong. But so far that didn’t seem to be the case, and if the wetness of her pussy was any indication, she seemed to be enjoying it. “Don’t be shy,” she said. “Just go to town down there. You aren’t going to break anything.” So I did, increasing the speed and pressure of my rubbing, moving up and down her pussy lips, sliding fingers inside her, then back out, adjusting the positioning of my fingers based on the feedback I received. Sometimes the feedback was implied by the intensity of her moans and sometimes it was explicit, like when she told me, “A little bit higher. Right there. Right fucking there.” So I hit the spot, right at the top of her pussy, digging just underneath her lips, rubbing with the tips of my fingers while she bucked up against them. Her

breathing intensified. I shifted my arm, giving me a better angle, then rubbed more aggressively, causing her to buck even harder. “That’s right,” Heather said in between gasping breaths. “Give it to me. Right there. Rub that clit. Rub that fucking clit.” And so rub that clit I did, giving it everything I had. She leaned towards me and threw her mouth up against mine and kissed me violently, her tongue flicking around my mouth, her moans coming faster and faster. She pulled her mouth from mind and her hands went to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my forehead up against hers. “Stick your fingers inside my pussy,” she said. “I want you to finger fuck me.” I obeyed again, sliding my fingers down the length of her pussy and sticking them inside. She was soaking wet; my fingers slid inside her without a hint of resistance. I moved them in and out of her, from the tips of my fingers to the middle knuckles, moving slowly, afraid of going to far or too fast. A needless concern, as it turned out. “Deeper,” Heather said. “Force them in there. As deep as they’ll go.” I obliged, shoving my hand as deep as I could. “That’s better,” she said. “Now fuck me with those fingers.” I started moving my hand in and out, my fingers moving inside her, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, increasing the speed in time with her increased breathing rate. Pretty soon she was moving against them, riding them as they

slid inside her, her hips bucking hard enough to force me to rise to my knees to ease the pressure on my wrist. I was still alongside Heather but now up above her a bit, my body positioned about where her hips were. Her legs were spread wide and her hands were on her tits, groping and squeezing them and even getting in the occasional slap. On a whim, I slipped a third finger inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her but no protestations. In fact she started bucking harder and moaning along with her labored breaths as I slammed my fingers into her pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said, practically screaming now. “Give it to me. Just like that. Right there, right there, right there! Yes. Yes! YES!” I realized that I was rock hard again and wasn’t sure if it was from the way Heather was talking or a reaction to her getting off or from being in control of the situation. Probably all three. And then Heather was grabbing at my arm and pulling my hand from her pussy and sticking my fingers in her mouth, sucking her juices from them. “I need you inside me,” she said, shifting her body so we were lying side by side in the spoon position. “Stick that fucking cock inside my pussy.” She released my arm and reached around and grabbed a hold of my rockhard cock and guided it into her pussy. Just like my fingers had, it slid in without resistance, like she was some exquisite oil, all warm and silky smooth. Finger-fucking her had gotten me more excited than I’d thought possible, so much so that I was practically ready to cum the moment I slipped inside her. So I didn’t even bother taking it slow; there wasn’t enough time.

I slammed my cock up into her, going balls deep right from the beginning, then pulled back and gave it to her again, her ass pushing up against my hips with every thrust. “That’s right, baby,” she said, bucking up against me just as hard I was against her. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard. Give me what I fucking need.” Again and again I slammed into her, fucking her as hard as I could while I still had something left. “That’s it,” she said, her voice rising with every thrust and my thrusts increasing intensity with every word from her mouth. “Take it. Fuck me like you mean it. Own that pussy. Own it. Harder. Harder. Harder!” Her dirty talk took me over the edge. I slammed into her a couple more times, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and came all over her ass. It was yet another huge load, my third one of the day, something I’d never even come close to doing before. Heather laughed and rubbed my cum into her skin as I fell back into the bed and tried to catch my breath. “Not bad,” she said. “Not too bad at all.” “You’re just saying that to be nice.” “No I’m not,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re no champion lover yet, but you’ll get there. Practice makes perfect, you know. Or like they used to say in the old days: ‘keep sticking it to me kid, and you’ll go far.’ Or something like that.”

I laughed, then decided to press my luck. “So does that mean that this isn’t just a one time thing?” “Not unless you want it to be.” “Not at all,” I said, perhaps too quickly. Not that I cared all that much. Heather turned on her side to face me. “I figure you can come over whenever you want until I head out,” she said. “If that sounds all right with you.” “It sounds more than all right,” I said. “It sounds like heaven.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it out loud, but what can you do? After what we’d done already that day I was surprised I could still talk, let alone think. “Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” Heather said. She planted a quick kiss on my lips. “And you’re turning out to be quite the stud too.” I smiled and dropped my head, embarrassed. “Three times in a one hour, that’s pretty impressive. There’s some hope for you after all.” “I have a good teacher,” I said. “Not a good teacher,” she said. “A great one.” I laughed. “I know I probably shouldn’t ask this,” I said. “But I have to know.” “You have to know what?” “Why you’re doing this?”

“Doing what?” Heather said, her little smile telling me she knew exactly what I was talking about but making me say it nonetheless. She was shaping up to be diabolical in that way. “This,” I said. “What?” I gave her the evil eye. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” She raised her eyebrow playfully and nodded. “Why?” “Because I like to see you squirm,” she said. I sighed and did indeed squirm a bit. It was funny how much more difficult it was to say the words than to do the deed. “Come on,” Heather said, her smile growing wider. “Don’t get all serious on me again. Just spit it out.” I laughed and once again asked myself how I could be embarrassed about saying a couple of words after what we’d done together over the last hour. There was no reason to be, so I just did as she said and spit it out without worrying about it. “Why are letting me fuck you?” I said. “I told you before,” she said. “I like to get fucked.” “I know, but . . .” “Why you?” I nodded. “I mean, besides the fact that I just happened to live next door. Or is that all there is to it?”

“Nah, it’s more than that,” Heather said. “Granted, that was the first step, but I don’t just let anyone fuck me. I have some standards.” “Like what?” “Well, they have to be cute, for one. Which you are. And they have at least a decent sized cock. Which you do. Those are the two main ones. But those two will only get you laid once. Anything more than that and you have to bring something more to the table.” “So I take it I bring something more?” “You certainly do.” “What?” “Well, you’re very eager. Granted, too eager sometimes, but that’s all right, because you make up for it with your stamina.” I could feel myself blushing and looked down at the ground. I had never taken compliments well. “Plus you’re very attentive,” she said. “And you take direction well. You don’t know how nice it is to be in charge of the situation for once. I’m used to having the whole thing planned out ahead of time, with the director constantly telling me what to do, how to do it, what look to have on my face, what to say, what position to fuck in next. With you it’s spontaneous. Which is nice. Although I do tell you what to do quite a bit, don’t I?” “Yeah,” I said. “But that’s all right. I like it.”

“I know you do,” she said. “But pretty soon we’ll have to mix it up a bit. Let you take charge. If only for the experience. Girls love that, you know. When a man takes charge, tells them exactly what they’re going to do.” “Really?” “Hell yeah. Not all the time, mind you. But it’s a nice change, to let someone else take charge every once in a while. You like it, right?” I nodded. “So what makes you think we don’t too?” “I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I guess I never really thought about it.” “Well now you know.” “I certainly do.” “But you know what I like about you most of all?” she said. “What?” “You worship the ground I walk on.” “Come on, don’t give me that shit,” I said. “You must have thousands of guys that do that. And thousands more that would if they could.” “Did I mention your naïveté?” she said. “What? You don’t?” “Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “The fans, they’re pretty cool. Creepy as hell most of the time, but cool. They definitely worship me. But they worship anyone who will get naked and nasty on screen. It’s not me they worship, it’s their idea of me. Their idolized version of me. They don’t worship the real me.

Not like you do. But in the industry I’m nothing more than a piece of meat. Tits and ass and three holes that are nothing but dollar signs.” “That sucks.” Heather shrugged. “It is what it is. As long as you understand the nature of the beast before you get into the industry it’s not that big of a deal. I use them to make money just like they use me.” She drained the rest of her water and tossed the bottle to the ground. “And speaking of using someone, are you ready to go yet?” “Again?” She scrunched her face into an exaggerated pout. “What, you don’t want to fuck me anymore?” “It’s not that I don’t want to,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t know if I can get it up again so soon.” “That’s all right,” Heather said. “You know why?” “No.” Her eyes were practically twinkling and the corner of her mouth was turned up in a sly little smile. “Because it doesn’t matter if your dick is hard while you’re eating my pussy.”

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Even though it didn’t matter if my dick was hard, it still got hard pretty quickly. I’d never eaten a girl out before and was surprised at how much I liked

it. The taste, the smell, the smoothness of Heather’s insides, the way she shuddered beneath me, her juices covering my face, the cries of pleasure coming from her mouth, the control I had over her while I was down there; it combined to turn me on in ways I’d never imagined. I started with just my tongue, licking her pussy from bottom to top, like I’d seen it done in the movies. After a couple minutes of this, I stuck my tongue inside her and began to explore, shifting positions and pressure based on the feedback I received from her, just as she’d taught me earlier in regards to my fingers. A moan here, a groan there, a loud yap every once in a while. Every sound was a clue, and getting to know what they meant came easier and easier. I was starting to understand what she meant when she’d said practice makes perfect. The longer I was down there the more she was getting into it, opening herself up more by holding her legs back, squirming up against my face, consistent sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth. I glanced up at her face and saw her head thrown back, eyes closed, teeth biting down on her bottom lip, hands playing with her tits. She saw me peeking and grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face further into her, holding my face up against her soaking wet pussy, forcing me to breathe her in. I stuck my tongue out and held it rigid inside her and she rode it, up and down, up and down, her body quivering with every thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed, bucking faster and faster up against my face. “Right there, baby. Right there! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” She relaxed the pressure on my head but didn’t let go of it, instead using my hair to pull me up to her face. She kissed me, licked her juices off my face, then kissed me some more. One of her hands went down to my cock and grabbed a hold of it and started stroking it. “That was so fucking hot,” she said, stroking my cock as she talked. Our faces were centimeters from each other, our eyes locked together. “You made me so fucking wet I can barely stand it. Are you ready to give me that hard cock again?” “Yeah,” I said. “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Then come on and give it to me,” she said, throwing her legs open and guiding my cock into her waiting pussy. It was wetter than ever, practically dripping with juices, and it accepted my cock with ease. “Oh my god,” Heather said. “That’s what I fucking need.” I began to fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, trying to take it slow. But she was so wet it was difficult and I found myself speeding up in spite of myself. I grabbed ahold of her left leg and threw it up over my shoulder then leaned into her and gave it to her, my elbows locked out, my face directly above hers.

“That’s right,” she said, bucking up against me the whole time. “Fuck me hard. Show me what that fucking cock can do. Give me what I fucking need, baby, give me what I fucking need.” I drove into her a couple more times then leaned down and shot my tongue into her mouth, giving myself a moment to relax and catch my breath. Once I’d recovered enough to keep going, I shifted my body until I was up on my knees, giving me more leverage and putting less stress on my upper body. Heather threw her legs back, opening herself up even further, folding herself practically in half. She hooked her arms around her legs at the knees to hold them in place while I fucked her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed as I laid into her, my hands on her tits and squeezing. “Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!” And so I did, pounding her with everything I had, her little body squirming and shimmying beneath me as my cock moved in and out of her pussy, faster and faster, harder and harder, until I was ready to come. “Oh shit, oh shit,” I said. “Are you gonna cum?” Heather said. Breathlessly, I said, “Yeah.” “Cum inside me,” Heather said, still bouncing on my cock. “I want to feel your cum inside me.” “Yeah?” I said. She nodded.

So I did, my ass clenching tight then releasing, the built-up pressure leaving my body in a series of jerking spasm, my cock thrusting into her once, twice, three times as I shot my load into her pussy. After I was done I stayed inside her for a bit, staring down at her perfect body beneath me, her hands on my chest, a smile on her face, her breathing starting to come more regularly now. A few seconds later I pulled out and climbed off and laid down next to her on the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and thanked whoever was up there that had made this all possible.

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We fucked twice more before I went back home, for a total of six times for the day. I’d never done anything remotely like it. Never fucked the same girl six times before, or ever even jerked off more than a couple times in a day. It was absolutely insane. And the best part about it? We still had 3 days until her parents were due back, all of which she planned to spend with me, assuming I could handle her for that long, of course. Only time would tell.

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DAY TWO

First of all, let me just say that today was even better than yesterday, something I hadn’t even dared to dream about. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting another great day, but I wasn’t thinking it would be all that different than the day before. Maybe a couple different positions, a little bit more chemistry, a little bit less awkwardness on my part, but much the same tone and style and intensity. And that would have been perfectly fine with me. We could have done the exact same thing four days in a row and I would have been completely content. After all, people spend the whole lives having basically the same sex with the same person, and for the most part, they seemed satisfied with that. Certainly four days of sex with a pornstar would be incredible, even if all four days were virtually the same. But luckily for me Heather had other plans. She wasn’t satisfied with just teaching me the ropes; she wanted to make me an expert in bed. Or so she claimed. Whatever her reasons, I wasn’t going to argue with her. Not after what we did together. It was so far beyond what I had hoped for it was ridiculous. The greatest day ever. The kind of day every kid dreams about and every man wishes he had to look back on.

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You would think that after having sex six times the previous day I’d be worn out. You’d be wrong. Not only was I rearing to go from the moment I woke up this morning, I could barely even contain myself. School seemed even more boring and lame than usual, and I was so distracted that I ditched my final two classes so I get over to Heather’s house that much sooner. I figured I only had 3 more days with her, why waste even a fraction of one of them at school? She was watching TV when I knocked on the back door. Smiling, she climbed up off the couch and let me in. She was wearing pajama bottoms and an oversized t-shirt. She didn’t have any makeup on and her hair was done back in a ponytail. Not that it mattered. My dick got hard just looking at her. “A bit early today, aren’t you?” she said. “School just didn’t seem that important today. Especially when I had a real education waiting for me.” Heather smiled and closed the door then took my hand and led me towards the couch. “So I take it you didn’t wake up today with any reservations about what happened yesterday?” “The only thing I woke up with today was morning wood,” I said. She laughed. “Morning wood? After what we did yesterday?” I nodded. “I must admit, that’s pretty impressive.” “Not as impressive as you are.” “In this getup?” she said. “Hell, I look like the Wicked Witch of the West.” “What are you talking about,” I said. “You look hot as hell.”

“Don’t give me that shit,” she said. “Here, sit down and I’ll go put on something a little more sexy.” She turned and started to walk away but I grabbed her hand. “I’m serious. You look great. Perfect.” “Really?” “Would I lie?” “All men lie,” Heather said. Her tone was harsh but she had a playful little grin on her face. “But there’s one thing that doesn’t.” “Oh yeah?” I said, pretty sure where this was going but playing along anyway. “And what’s that?” She reached down and grabbed my cock, which was pushing against the fabric of my jeans with painful insistence. “Nope, you’re not lying,” she said. “I told you.” “Of course, being that you’re an 18-year old boy, a boner is just the default state of your cock.” “That’s true,” I offered. “But you can’t hold that against me.” “I suppose not,” she said, giving me a little push towards the couch. “But I can hold it for you.” Another push, this one forcing me to sit. “You’d do that for me?” I said with a smile as she dropped to her knees in front of me. “It would be my pleasure,” Heather said, undoing the waistband of my shorts and unzipping the fly. “If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Not at all,” I said as she wrapped her hand around my cock. “Not. At. All.” Heather ran her tongue down the length of my shaft. Slowly, gently, taunting me, teasing me, and more importantly (as I was soon to find out) preparing me. “And maybe even help relieve you of some of the pressure. Eventually.” “What do you mean, eventually?” “Today is going to be a little bit different than yesterday,” she said in between licks. “Don’t get me wrong, yesterday was fun.” Lick. “But you need to learn how to last longer before having an orgasm.” Lick. “So today we’re going to concentrate on increasing your stamina.” Lick. “And how are we going to accomplish that?” I asked, mostly just because I felt like I should at least pretend like I had a say in the proceedings. “Easy,” Heather said, pausing a moment to wrap her lips around the tip of my cock and give me a couple of quick sucks before popping it back out. “Every time you feel like you’re about to cum, you pull out. Give yourself a chance to calm down before you stick it back in.” “Won’t that be annoying for you?” “Don’t worry about me,” she said, getting a few licks of my balls in before continuing. “Today is about you. Just concentrate on yourself.” “And what exactly do I have to do?” “It’s not what you have to do,” she said, pausing for a moment to run her tongue from the base of my shaft all the way to the head of my cock. “It’s what you can’t do.”

“And what’s that?” “You can’t cum until I give you permission.” “How long are we talking about here?” “One hour.” I laughed but there was no humor involved. “No fucking way I can hold out that long.” “I have faith in you,” Heather said. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s not going to be easy. You’re going to have to work hard if you’re going to pull it off. But if you do, there’s a special surprise waiting for you at the end.” “What is it?” “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it,” she said. “But I promise you, it’ll be worth it.” “I’m sure it will be,” I said. “And I really want to see what the surprise is. But there’s just no way I can hold out. Not as riled up as I am already. You’re all I’ve been thinking about for the last twelve hours straight.” She looked at me with equal parts humor and pity. “All right, I’ll tell you what. One freebie to start off the day, because you were so cute earlier, telling me I looked fine just the way I was.” “I meant it.” “I know you did,” Heather said. “Which is the only reason why I’m going to let you cum one time before we get started in earnest.”

She grabbed my shorts and slid them the rest of the way off then slipped out of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Even now, after having seen them up close multiple times, I couldn’t get over how perfect they were. But Heather didn’t give me much time admire then, as she scooted in closer towards and again grabbed ahold of my dick. She sucked on the tip of my cock for a few seconds, then popped it out of her mouth and smacked it against her tits, going from one to the other and back again before putting it back in her mouth. Still gripping the base of my cock, she suddenly took it halfway down, to the edge of her hand, holding it there for a few moments before letting it slip out of her mouth. She spit on my cock and slapped it against her tongue a few times before taking it down a little deeper, making me gasp. She popped my cock out of her mouth and jerked it off, smiling all the while. “You weren’t kidding about being all riled up, were you?” she said. “No,” I said. Not at all. I was maybe a minute away from being done already, if that. Pathetic, I know, but what can I say? I’d been thinking about this since the moment I left her house the afternoon before. The way I figured things it was amazing I’d made it this long. My inner dialogue must have been playing over my face, as Heather took one look at me and starting laughing. She took a moment to gather herself and went back to work. She slapped my cock on her tongue a couple of times before taking it in her mouth again, taking it deeper this time, her lips creating

a seal, her hand moving up and down my shaft in conjunction with her mouth, moving at a good rhythm, not too fast, not too slow. Slurping sounds filled the room. The pressure was building with every pump. I was already almost at the point of no return, when Heather dropped her head down on my cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth, all the way down her throat. Ho-ly fuck, I thought. I might have said it too. At this point I wasn’t sure about anything. I was blown away. Literally and figuratively. I mean, here I was getting deepthroated by a pornstar in the middle of the afternoon while I should be in math class. Insane. The whole idea of it, just as much as the physical sensation, helped put me over the top. “Holy shit I’m gonna cum,” I said all in one burst. Heather pulled off, leaving my cock coated in her saliva and her face right in the line of fire. She jerked me off as I came, my seed shooting straight into the air like fireworks, getting on the couch, the floor, my legs, her chest, but mostly on her face. Streams of white cum dripped down it. It was gross and nasty and sexy as hell. “Wow,” Heather said, laughing. “That was quite the explosion.” “I told you I was all riled up.” “You certainly did,” she said. “Now pull your pants back up, sit tight, and watch some TV. I’ll come down when I’m ready to go.”

#

Twenty minutes later she arrived at the top of the stairs. An involuntary whistle left my throat. “I take it you like what you see?” she said as she started down the stairs. “Hell yes,” I said, understated as always, afraid what might come out if I said more. Heather looked incredible—dark hair hanging straight down her back, cherry red lipstick, black eye shadow. But that was only half of it. She was dressed for success (a pornstar’s version, anyway) with red, 4-inch fuck-me pumps, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt and black panties covered by a skimpy little red and black plaid skirt that shouldn’t even really be called a skirt considering it didn’t hide anything at all. Above the waist she had a lingerie top that accentuated her tiny figure while showing off her tits yet covering just enough of them to leave a little bit to the imagination. After arriving at the bottom of the stairs Heather walked towards me in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion. She came to a stop a few feet from me, standing there, towering over me, my face at the same height as her crotch. It was all I could do to take my eyes off her lower half and look up at her face. “How the hell am I supposed to last an hour with you looking like that? I’m getting hard just looking at you.” “I have faith in you,” she said, “That makes one of us,” I said. “Come on, it’s only an hour.”

I laughed and shook my head. Being on the couch and looking up at her just made things worse, like I was some pathetic little mortal looking up at a goddess. Which, come to think of it, described the dynamic pretty accurately. “It’ll be a miracle if I make it five minutes,” I said under my breath. “Don’t sell yourself short, Scott. You can do it. Don’t worry, I’ll help.” “Yeah, some help you’ll be. If you wanted to help you would have come down in overalls instead of dressed up like—” I stopped short, not sure how she would take what I almost said. I should have known better. “A slut?” she said. “I was thinking more like the hottest girl in history.” “That wouldn’t have been any fun,” Heather said, smiling. “My goal was to make this as challenging as possible. I mean, just think; if you can last an hour with me looking like this—” She slowly spun in a circle, showing off her ridiculously insane body. “—Imagine how long you could last with a regular girl.” I had no doubt she was right, but right now I couldn’t imagine life without Heather, let alone with a regular girl. But there was no reason to go there, not now. Better to just enjoy things. She bent over at the waist, leaning in towards me. Her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Your hour starts now,” and gave my rapidly hardening dick a little squeeze. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes, big boy.” The clock on the cable box said 1:43PM.

#

I had my first close call at 1:48. We’d started off slowly, with a still fully-dressed (as skimpily as that may be) Heather sitting on my lap while we made out. It quickly escalated though, with Heather slipping her tits out of her bra and sticking them in my face while slowly starting to dry hump my rapidly hardening cock. Before I knew what had happened, she had undone my zipper and slipped her panties to the side and grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it inside her pussy and started to work it, slowly but surely, riding the length of my cock in slow, measured strokes, our faces inches apart, her eyes locked onto mine, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, her tongue periodically flicking out and exploring the inside of my mouth, her breath—hot and sweet smelling, like cinnamon—growing more and more labored along with mine. It felt so good that I quickly forgot the objective of the exercise until it was almost too late. It wasn’t until I was right at the point of entering the home stretch when I somehow remembered. I grabbed her hips and lifted her off my cock and quickly slid out from under her and hopped to my feet. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and waited for the moment to pass. When I opened them again Heather was looking at me from the couch. She was lying on her side and she was playing with her pussy. She was wearing an evil little smile.

“That’s not fair,” I said. “Why, whatever do you mean?” she asked in a mock innocent voice. “I mean how am I supposed to last an hour with you doing things like that?” “You didn’t think we were going to just sit here and talk, did you?” “No, but—” I trailed off, not sure what I thought. I guess I hadn’t really thought about it up to that point. “Anyone can avoid having an orgasm by not having sex,” Heather said. “There’s no challenge in that. You have to earn your reward.” She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself up to me. She hooked her left arm around her left leg, pinning it back. She was still working her pussy with her right hand. “But if you can figure out a way to not make me miss having you inside me, you might be able to get away with it.” “And how am I supposed to do that?” “Oh, I’m sure you can figure something out,” she said, pulling her fingers out of her pussy and sticking them in her mouth. Laughing under my breath, I shook my head in mock consternation, dropped to my knees, and made my way towards her.

#

I made it another 20 minutes before I almost came again. I’d had my face buried in Heather’s pussy pretty much the entire time since the last close call, alternating between licking and sucking, sticking my tongue

inside her for a little while, then my fingers, varying pressure and intensity based on her feedback, trying to mix it up enough to keep her happy, thereby lessening the chances of an accidental orgasm. And I was successful. I still didn’t feel like I had a good idea of what to do down there, but whatever I was doing seemed to be working. Based on the sounds coming from her mouth and more importantly, the state of wetness of her pussy, Heather was clearly into it. So far there was no hint from her that she was ready for something different. Unfortunately for me, I was. Her pussy was so invitingly wet and my dick was so irresistibly hard that I just couldn’t resist sticking it in her. Just a taste, I told myself, nowhere near enough to put myself near the edge of cumming. A few pumps and then I’d pull back out, just enough to relieve a little bit of the pressure. Of course it didn’t work out like I’d planned. Things rarely did. I pulled my face out from between her legs, sat up a bit, edged my hips in closer, grabbed a hold of my cock, and slid it inside her pussy. Heather gasped and looked up at me, smiling and nodding her head. “You like that?” I said. Her attitude starting to rub off on me just a bit. “I fucking love it,” she said. I worked my cock inside her, trying to take things slow but having trouble because she was so ridiculously wet. Without consciously meaning to, I started to speed things up, pumping my hips faster and faster. Heather wasn’t helping

things, having thrown her right leg up over my shoulder and using it for leverage to move her body against mine. I had to put a stop to that. It was hard enough to keep myself from cumming when I had total control; I had no chance if I let Heather dictate anything. So I quickly pulled out and flopped down on the opposite side of the couch, putting a little distance between us to help me resist the temptation. Heather gave me a pouty look. “Sorry,” I said. “But I don’t trust you.” Her eyes radiated disappointment. “Can I at least taste myself?” “I don’t know . . .” “Pleeeeeeeease?” she said, begging me for it. “I’ll play nice. I promise. I just want a teeny tiny little taste.” Whether she actually meant it or was just messing with me some more I didn’t know. And it didn’t really matter. The effect was the same. How can you deny a pornstar a chance to suck her pussy juices off of your cock? You can’t. Or maybe you can. But I sure as hell can’t. “Fine,” I said, pretending to be annoyed. “But just a quick taste.” She smiled and clapped her hands together and slid over towards me, positioning herself next to me, sitting sideways on the couch while I sat normally. At first, she was true to her word, doing nothing more than running her tongue up and down my cock and gently taking it in her mouth. It felt great, don’t get me wrong, but it didn’t put me in danger of immediately shooting my

load. Of course, she couldn’t resist fucking with me a little, and after a minute or two of taking things easy, she suddenly dropped her head down on my cock, taking it all the way down her throat and holding it there. Normally this would be a more than welcome development, but right now it was my worst nightmare. I was simply too close to cumming to let her to keep me in her throat for more than a few seconds. I tried to ride it out, hoping that she’d have to come up for a breath before I shot my load, but every second was an eternity and I quickly realized I was going to lose that race. It just felt too damn good for me to hang on. I tried to shimmy away but she burrowed her head further down, not giving so much as an inch. Torn between extreme pleasure and complete panic I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head off my cock. She came up gasping for air but smiling wickedly. Saliva was dripping down her chin. I realized I still had a firm grip on her hair and loosened my fist, letting it go. “You’re an evil little bitch, aren’t you,” I said, my playful tone clashing with the harsh words. “You’re just figuring that out?” “I’m just starting to realize the extent of it.” “Just remember,” Heather said, climbing up onto the couch to sit beside me. “Everything I’m doing is for your own good.” “Heather 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,” Heather 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.

#

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,” Heather 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,” Heather said. “So, are you ready to bring it on home?” “Hell yeah.” Squatting over me, her feet flat on the couch, Heather 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. Heather 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,” Heather 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 Heather 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 Heather 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?” Heather said. “Come over here and give me that hard cock of yours.”

I climbed off the couch and walked over toward Heather. 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,” Heather 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, Scott. 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, Heather 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,” Heather 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. Heather 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 away 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 Heather’s mouth. And another. And another, my body shuddering slightly after the third one.

But still Heather 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,” Heather 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,” Heather 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.”

#

THE DATE

“So what’s this all about?” I asked. We were at Mastro’s, eating steaks, sharing a bottle of wine that Heather 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 Heather 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,” Heather 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?” Heather 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.

#

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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TWO GIRLS FOR EVERY GUY CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME THREE

By now, anyone who’s reading this probably understands that I love escorts. I love everything about them; the casual, meaningless sex, the ability to get as nasty as you want without having to deal with the consequences, the opportunity to try things that you never otherwise would have the chance to, among other things. A few of you understand where I’m coming from, but still I find that most people I confide in are constantly pressuring me to change my ways, to date women traditionally, to not pay directly for my sex. I just don’t get it. Do they not understand that they are paying for sex by taking a girl to the movies, or out to dinner, or to a show, or to a club? It may be indirectly instead of directly, but they are still paying. After all, those things cost money, right? As do the presents, the jewelry, the alcohol, and so forth. And what are all those things ultimately used for? To get the girl in the sack, right? Right. All I do is cut out the middleman. Why spend all that time trying to get laid when you can guarantee yourself the opportunity for half the cost and none of the hassle? Not to mention the other benefits that arise when you’re paying someone to fuck you.

Take, for example, every man’s fantasy. Two hot girls at one time. You know you want to do it, you’ve always wanted to, even if it’s just one time. By a show of hands, how many of you have actually lived out this fantasy? Hello? Anyone out there? No? That’s what I thought. Those of you stuck in the traditional, old-school ways of doing things have never had the opportunity. And you most likely never will. Because regular girls don’t go for that kind of thing. Either they want you to themselves or they don’t want you around. It’s rare that you will come across a pair of gorgeous women that will be willing to share their attention. It just causes too many problems down the road. But not me. I’ve indulged in that particular fantasy more times than I can count. Because when you deal with escorts, you get exactly what you want. And what I want tonight is two beautiful women to spend some time with. So that’s what I got. Want to hear about it? I thought you might. So here we go.

#

I’m lying on the bed in my hotel room outside of San Francisco, drinking a Jack and Coke and catching up on baseball games on the television when there’s a knock at my door. I amble over and look out the peephole. I always like to check out what I’m getting before letting them in the room, just to build anticipation. So I look out and see two women, just as I ordered. One has long brown hair. She’s standing up. The other has long blonde hair. She’s kneeling on all fours.

Usually I like take a nice, long, look before letting them in the room. But not tonight. I’ve seen enough. I scramble to open the door and beckon them to come inside, lest someone walk by and see them in the hall like that. Once the door opens I see that Brownie is holding a leash that’s connected to choker collar on Blondie’s neck. Like a dog. Brownie walks in the room first. She gives a tug on the leash and Blondie follows, crawling on her hands and knees, her back arched and ass sticking up in the air. I quickly shut the door behind them. I could already feel a stirring in my pants; I’d just ordered two women, nothing more specific than that. But I like what they’ve sent me. A lot. I had a feeling this was going to be a very interesting night. Both women are incredibly hot but in vastly different ways. Brownie is slutty but elegant, the sharp lines of her face framed by her long hair and accentuated by her pouty lips and a heavy dose of black mascara around her eyes. She’s dressed in all black, from blouse to skirt to stockings to heels. Her body is thin and rock hard, toned but not muscular, from her arms to her washboard stomach to her firm legs and ass. She stands almost as tall as me in her 4-inch heels and holds herself like the world begs at her feet. Which is undoubtedly does. Blondie is her exact opposite. Cute and young with an innocent smile and big, blue eyes, she’s wearing a white button-down blouse and an ultra-short, red and black plaid skirt that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. She’s thin but her body is softer, not as sharply-lined but still very shapely.

Brownie bends down and unclips the leash. “Go over to the bed and start playing with yourself,” she says to Blondie. Blondie turns and heads towards the bed, still on her hands and knees. Her ass is sticking up in the air and her short skirt gives me a full view of her round, perfect ass, which is obscured only by the black dental floss g-string. Brownie takes my hand and leads me to the couch while Blondie climbs up onto the bed. Brownie sits me down, heads over to the table, pours us both a glass of wine, then comes over and sits next to me. She hands me one of the glasses. I turn my eyes to the bed, where Blondie has started going to work on herself. She is sitting up, facing us, her legs curled beneath her, one hand rubbing her pretty little shaved pussy while she fondles her exposed breast with the other. Her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. She’s lost in herself. Brownie is watching Blondie but her hand is on top of my crotch, gently rubbing my cock beneath the robe. “Faster,” Brownie says. Blondie obliges, rubbing her pussy with increased intensity. “Now finger yourself,” Brownie says as her thumb caresses the tip of my cock. Blondie sticks two fingers in her pussy. She lets out a little moan as they slide in. “Faster,” Brownie says.

Blondie’s fingers start moving more rapidly. In and out, in and out, in and out. Her moans become louder, more intense. “Another one,” Brownie says. Blondie sticks another finger inside herself. She gasps as her fingers fill up her pussy. “Now fuck yourself some more,” Brownie says. Blondie’s fingers work her way in and out of her pussy, from her fingertips to her knuckles, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Slapping sounds carry across the room she’s so wet. Her groans increase with the intensity of her movements. “Harder,” Brownie says. She’s still watching Blondie intently but now her hand has slipped under my bathrobe and wrapped itself around my cock. Blondie does as she’s told, yelping now with every thrust. “Now taste yourself,” Brownie says. Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and slides them into her mouth, engulfing them. “That’s so fucking hot,” Brownie says. She drains the rest of her wine and sets the glass on the table, then slips off the couch and onto her knees. Facing me, she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing large, beautiful tits. She spreads my legs apart then slides in between them, her head right at my crotch, her mouth mere inches from my dick. She unties the belt holding my bathrobe closed and pulls it off. Then she opens the bathrobe, revealing my rock-hard cock.

Brownie grabs my cock and starts to stroke it. Over her shoulder, she says to Blondie, “Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.” Blondie does as she is told without a word, her hand diving back into her pussy with reckless abandon. Brownie leans forward and takes the tip of my cock in her mouth while she strokes my shaft. I lean back and enjoy the view, flickering my eyes from one girl to the other, one stroking and sucking my cock, the other writhing on the bed, fucking herself with her fingers. Life is good. And it gets even better as Brownie takes my cock deeper in her mouth. Moving up and down with her lips while her hand still works my shaft. And then my cock disappears as she deep-throats me with ease. She holds it there, my cock being constricted in her tight throat, tongue flicking out and licking my balls as she continues to hold it, hold it, hold it, then gags and slides it back out. Brownie gets up a little higher on her knees and lets an ocean’s worth of saliva slide out of her mouth and onto my cock as she jerks me off. The saliva coats my cock, makes it glisten as she continues moving her hand up and down my shaft. She dives back in with her mouth, taking the tip of my cock between her lips and sucking it off. She pops it out a few seconds later and sticks out her tongue and slaps it with my cock. “You taste so fucking good,” Brownie says as she goes back to work on my cock.

On the bed, Blondie now has both tits hanging out of her shirt. They are glorious specimens, perfectly proportioned, especially perky. They bounce naturally as she continues to fuck herself, her fingers deep inside her pussy, moving quickly in and out, in and out, stretching out her snatch, her moans growing more intense, her entire body moving in time with her thrusts. She sees me watching and smiles and pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth. With her other hand she slaps at her pussy, once, twice, three times, her body convulsing slightly with every slap. Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head towards Blondie. “Stop playing with yourself and get over here.” Blondie pulls her fingers out of her pussy and climbs off the bed. “Get on your knees,” Brownie says. Blondie does as she’s ordered. “Now crawl,” Brownie says. Blondie begins to crawl over towards us. Her back is arched and her ass is sticking up in the air. Brownie sees me watching Blondie. “You like that, don’t you?” Brownie asks. “Yeah,” I managed to say through a parched throat. Brownie laughs and continues to jerk me off as Blondie arrives. Now I have two gorgeous, scantily-clad sluts between my legs. I think it can’t get any better than this. And then it does. Blondie and Brownie start kissing inches away from my cock, which by now feels like it’s going to burst out of its seams.

They make out for a few seconds, getting into it, tongues deep in each others throat, grabbing each others tits, and then Blondie is moving down Brownie’s body, kissing her neck, then sucking on one of her nipples. Brownie grabs Blondie’s fingers—the ones she had in her pussy a minute ago—and sticks them in her mouth, sucking the juices clean. With her free hand she grabs my cock and starts stroking it. Then she moves on from her friend and again sticks my cock with her mouth. Communicating via some primal methodology beyond speech, Blondie detaches from Brownie’s tits and slides in closer to me, running her finger up my leg as she moves. She cups her hand around my balls and fondles them as Brownie continues sucking my cock. Then Blondie arches her back further and takes one of my balls in her mouth, sucking on it, gently at first, then with more force, rattling it around in her mouth, popping it in and out, then switching balls and giving it the same treatment. Brownie slides up onto the couch so she’s sitting next to me, giving them each more room to work. She digs down deeper on my cock, moving quickly up and down, her lips creating a tight seal, as Blondie works both of my balls into her mouth. The pressure is growing as each girl works her own brand of magic. I try to relax but the sensations are too powerful, too wonderful. I look down and see nothing but the back of Brownie’s head. She has completely engulfed my cock. I look at the mirror across the room and can see the back of Blondie’s head in the reflection. She’s completely engulfed my balls. I imagine their lips are touching in the middle.

“Oh. My. God.” I say. I take a deep breath, let it out as slowly as I can. Brownie slides my cock out of her mouth, spits on it, jerks it some more. Blondie is still going to town on my balls. I feel guilty, like I should be returning the favor, so I reach over and start rubbing the Brownie’s pussy through her panties. She immediately starts soaking through them. She bites on her bottom lip, starts to moan, then leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat while still stroking my cock. I slide my fingers inside her panties and start working on her pussy proper, rubbing up and down on her swollen lips. She breathes harder and starts moving against my fingers. She’s soaking wet. She leans back a bit, changing the angle, allowing my fingers to easily slide into her pussy. I hold them there, rigid, while she gently bounces up and down on them, harder and harder, her hand moving faster and faster on my cock, her breath growing more ragged, until finally she stops and lets out a shuddering breath. She slips off of my fingers, grabs them, and sticks them in her mouth, sucking her juices off of them one by one. When she’s finished tasting herself she grabs a handful of Blondie’s hair and pulls her head up. “Sit on his cock,” Brownie says. Blondie giggles and looks up at me and smiles. Her eyes are huge as she wraps her hand around the bottom of my shaft and wiggles her way up. She straddles me and strokes my cock while her pussy hovers directly above it. Still firmly grasping my shaft, she sticks the tip of my cock against her pussy lips

and rubs them against each other for a moment before finally sliding my dick into her. She starts to bounce on my dick, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, her shaved pussy tight but soaking wet, her tits jiggling. She leans into me and sticks her titties in my face. I grab them, start working the nipples, then stick one of them in my mouth and start to suck. She moans in pleasure and starts riding me even harder, her hands grasping the back of the couch to add leverage. Brownie stands up on the couch and pushes my head deeper into the cushions, then tilts it back so I’m looking up at the ceiling. Then she throws one legs over me and straddles me and sits on my face, all but smothering me. She grinds against my face, allowing me just enough air to breath, her juicy wetness drenching me. I stick me tongue out and she rides it with her pussy, moaning the whole time, grinding harder and harder against me while Blondie rides my cock like a Bronco, bouncing on it faster and faster. Blondie’s highpitched yelps as she slams against me combined with Brownie’s deeper, more guttural growls of pleasure create a cacophony of pleasure that excites me even further, pushing me closer to climax, which at this point is mere seconds away. Brownie seems to sense how close I am, as she slides off my face. “Not yet you don’t,” she says as she climbs off the couch. “You don’t get to cum until after you fuck me.” Brownie grabs Blondie by the hair and pulls her off my cock.

“My turn,” Brownie says. She throws Blondie aside and climbs astride me, impaling herself on my cock. Brownie’s pussy is glorious; not as tight as Blondie’s but even more wet. She works my cock slowly, moving up and down with well-practiced assurance. She sits atop me like a conquering hero, staring down at me, her face serious, all business, her brown hair spilling over her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth. With her hands on my chest for leverage, she grinds on my cock, owning me, using me for her own pleasure. Which is perfectly fine by me. “Grab my tits,” she says. I obey, one hand on each. They are the perfect size, a little more than a handful, firm and perky. “Squeeze them,” she says. Again I obey. “Harder,” she says. “Like you mean it.” I squeeze as hard as I can, her nipples between my fingers. Still bouncing on my cock, she moans and starts to shake. I squeeze harder. She bounces some more than slams down into me one last time and then sits there with my cock deep inside her, shuddering and moaning and breathing deeply and shuddering some more as I squeeze her tits even tighter, and then she closes her eyes and arches back and lets out one more deep groan and a final orgasmic shudder and then takes a moment to catch her breath. She slides off me, stands up, grabs my cock with her hand, and pulls me off the couch.

Blondie is on her hands and knees on the bed, waiting for me, her ass sticking up and facing me. Brownie leads me to Blondie like a horse to water, her hand still wrapped around my cock. And then I’m my thighs are up against the edge of the bed. I’m standing over Blondie, staring down at her perfect, willing, waiting body, my rock hard cock poised mere centimeters from her glistening pussy. Blondie has turned her head to look at me. She’s biting her bottom lip, watching me, waiting to get fucked. Brownie drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth, bobbing on the tip a couple times while jerking my shaft, getting my cock all wet and slippery and hard. She releases my cock and spins around and starts licking Blondie’s pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then Brownie moves aside, leaving the way open for me. I slide my cock into Blondie’s dripping wet pussy. She gasps and moves her ass back against me, pushing my cock in deeper, holds it there for a moment, and shudders just a bit. With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I start to work her pussy, moving slowly in and out of her, giving her my entire cock, from the tip of the head to the back of shaft. Brownie has stood up and taken a position behind me, rubbing up against my back, her left arm wrapped around me, her hand caressing my pectoral muscle. “Harder,” Brownie whispers in my ear, her voice seductive and nasty. “Fuck her harder.”

I start working it faster and faster, until her ass is slamming up against me and she’s groaning with every thrust. “Spread her ass,” Brownie says. “I want to see her gape.” I do as instructed, spreading Blondie’s cheeks apart, widening her pussy. Blondie is completely into it; her palms are flat on the bed and her elbows locked, her back arched, her head thrown back in ecstasy her hair lying on her back, beckoning me. I reach out and grab a handful of her hair. “That’s right,” Brownie says, her voice getting nastier with every word. “Now yank it back.” I do as I’m told. Blondie yelps and starts to moan louder as her back arches even further. The leverage is great now and I’m pounding her pussy deeper than ever before, her tight ass bouncing against me with increased rapidity and pressure, her moans growing ever faster and more intense. “That’s right,” Brownie says. “Fuck her. Harder. Punish her. Make her your bitch.” Her words turn me on even more and I crank back on Blondie’s hair, nearly yanking back off the bed, but still I pound away, slamming into her pussy, going deeper, deeper, deeper as Brownie continues to egg me on, practically shouting at me now. “Fuck her harder,” Brownie says. “She can take it.” With every thrust she says it again. “Harder.”

Thrust. “Harder!” Thrust. “Harder!!” And then I can’t take it anymore and I say, “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” “Cum on her,” Brownie says. “All over her back.” And with Brownie egging me on I’m pulling my cock out of Blondie’s pussy and she turns her head and looks at me and smiles and I can’t take it anymore and I spasm and feel a great release of tension and then my seed is squirting all over her back, once, twice, three times, long arching streams reaching her neck. And then I’m shuddering. jerking the last few drops out of my cock, milking it, while Brownie comes around and makes her way onto the bed and starts lapping up the small pools of milky liquid that have gathered in the hollows of Blondie’s back. I shake my head and watch as Brownie collect all my cum in her mouth. She flips Blondie on her back and climbs until her face is above Blondie’s and lets the sperm drip from her mouth into Blondie’s waiting mouth. Then Brownie they switch positions and Blondie returns the favor, letting the sperm drip back into Brownie’s mouth and then they kiss, sharing my cum between them. It ends up in Blondie’s mouth and she looks at me and smiles and swallows it down. Brownie and Blondie giggle and I shake my head, disgusted a little bit but turned on too, then sigh and head over to the couch to pour a couple glasses of

wine for the girls. I hand them the wine and head into the bathroom to rinse my face with water. By the time I get out the girls have downed their wine and started collecting their clothes. I grab my wallet, drop a thousand dollars on the table near the door and bid them goodbye. No hassles, no weirdness, no bullshit. Just sex. Straight up. Just the way I like it. Escorts. Don’t leave home without them.

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FORCING THE ISSUE THE ADVENTURES OF A DIRTY SLUT: VOLUME FIVE

I learned very early in life that if you want something you have to reach out and take it. There’s no use standing around and hoping that it will magically come to you; sure, it happens occasionally but not all that often. If you aren’t the master of your own destiny you’re bound to be disappointed. And I’m not the kind of girl that is willing to accept disappointment. This idea of taking control is even more important when it comes to sex. So many of my friends are afraid to even speak up in bed, afraid of telling their man what they want or don’t want, afraid of doing anything that might upset their precariously balanced relationship that’s bound to end up in disaster anyway.

I just don’t get it. Why take the chance of being disappointed and ultimately unsatisfied when it comes to sex, especially when it’s so damn easy to get exactly what you want every time? I certainly don’t take that chance. I have absolutely no problem taking charge in the bedroom, or living room, or kitchen, or bathroom, or wherever that night’s fuck session is going to take place. I live by a simple philosophy. To get what you want you have to make your preferences known. Even demand them in some cases. Most people assume that because I’m a super-hot chick with a smoking body and a cute-as-hell face, it’s far easier to get men to do my bidding than it is for a normal girl. But that’s simply not the case. Sure, the men I go home with are generally better-than-average looking, but for the most part, at their core, all men are the same; pathetic little boys who naturally bow down to a woman who is willing to exert a little dominance. Tell them what you want and they’ll do it. Do what you want to them and they’ll accept it. Hell, most of the time they’ll enjoy it even if their ego won’t let them admit it out loud. Don’t believe me? Just try it sometime and see what happens. I guarantee you’ll enjoy the results. And if for some reason this rubs the man you’re with the wrong way, so be it. If he isn’t sure enough of himself to relinquish control every once in a while then he’s not someone you want to be with anyway. You’ll be saving yourself a whole lot of heartache down the road by finding this out early on.

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I have a regular roster of men that I can choose from on a nightly basis, depending on my mood, but sometimes I just need someone new. Like last Saturday afternoon. I was sitting around, going through my phone, trying to decide who to spend the evening with but nobody was standing out. So I slapped on a little makeup and a black bikini that left very little to the imagination and walked out my front door, which opened up to the boardwalk on Mission Beach in San Diego. After scouring the beach for a little while I spotted a group of guys playing Over The Line out in front of Island Street. They were regulars, most of them in their mid-20’s like me. I’d slept with all of them and while a couple were decent lays, none was anything to write home about. But I knew I could get a couple of beers from them and a little attention, so I headed on over. It wasn’t until I arrived that I noticed the newcomer. He was a little bit younger than the others, maybe by a couple of years, and didn’t have quite the same look. He stood just outside the circle that had formed around me and he seemed a little more guarded than the others, not nearly as boisterous, like he wasn’t real comfortable within the group. Instead of openly gawking at me like the rest of them he cast a couple of shy, almost nervous glances in my direction. But he was a looker, that was for sure; much hotter than the rest of the guys. Just a shade over six feet tall with a mop of shoulder-length blonde hair and a lean but muscular body paired with a sharply-lined, tan face.

“What’s with the new guy?” I asked, popping open a Coors Lite that I’d grabbed from the nearby cooler. “Oh, that’s Nick, my little brother,” Carl said. He was the spokesman of their little group. Not too bad in the sack, better than the others but nothing special. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” Carl said. “We dragged him along hoping that you’d come out and see us today.” I tilted my head and gave him a mock-disdainful look. “What are you trying to say?” Carl shrugged but he had a mischievous grin on his face. I knew exactly what he was up to. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little flattered. But still, I wanted to hear him say it. I couldn’t make things too easy on him, after all. That just wasn’t my style. “Come on,” I said. “Spit it out.” “He was hoping that you could teach me a thing or two,” Nick said from the rear of the group. This brought a combination of shocked laughs, a couple of snickers and a even a taunt or two from the rest of the guys. Which was to be expected from this group. I wasn’t offended. It took a hell of a lot more than that to offend me. I cast my eyes over towards Nick. I had to admit, I was surprised that he’d spoken up. And impressed too. It took a lot of balls to say something like that

to a woman you had never met before, even if he had a pretty good idea of what kind of a woman I was. Especially with this much testosterone floating about. “Is that what you were hoping for too?” I asked him, seeing how he would react if he was forced to speak directly to me instead of chiming in when I wasn’t paying attention. He shrugged, suddenly not so talkative now that he was the center of the action. His face had turned a light shade of pink. “Well, is it or isn’t it?” I said. He took a deep breath and nodded. “How do you ask?” “Please?” he said, obviously not sure what I wanted. What I wanted was to start exerting my dominance over him, but also to see if he had any backbone whatsoever. In short, I was trying to get a general feel for him. Because even though I’d already decided to fuck his brains out, I wanted to at least have an idea of what I had to work with. “Ask me to take you back to my place,” I said. Our eyes were locked together, focused solely on one another. It was as if the rest of the group—the rest of the world, in fact—didn’t exist. And in a very real sense, at least for Nick, it didn’t. “Please take me back to your place,” Nick said.

“I’d love to,” I said with a smile. I walked over to him, grabbed his hand and started to lead him back to the boardwalk, just me and him, neither of us looking back.

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A couple minutes later we were standing in my living room. After chatting a bit on the way over he’d turned suddenly quiet once we’d entered my house, as if the situation had suddenly gotten a lot more real. “You’re not sure about this, are you,” I said. I wasn’t offended, just amused. I was used to this sort of thing. After all, the mass media had narrowed the definition of what a desirable woman was. These days, most men fantasized about a woman with a refined, if not quite shy, demeanor. Someone that was easy to dominate, both mentally and physically. Not a little fireball with a boisterous attitude, unafraid to speak her mind and force the issue. The vast majority of the time men just didn’t know how to react to me. Nick shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “It’s just . . .” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I get it. You’re used to being the one in control, the one calling all the shots.” I stepped closer to him. We were now less than a foot apart. He towered over me, but that didn’t matter. It rarely did. “Lots of men are intimidated by me,” I said.

“It’s not that,” he replied. “Then what’s the problem?” I asked, taking another step towards him. Our bodies were as close as possible without actually touching but he didn’t back away. So far so good. He might actually be worth a shit. “There isn’t one,” Nick said, looking down at my tits. They were barely contained by my bikini top. “Good,” I said, my hand running down his chest and settling on his cock, which was pressing forcefully against his shorts. “Then stop your moping let’s get down to business.” I gave his cock a squeeze and flashed him a wicked little grin. He leaned in to kiss me and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. We made out, his hands making their way down to my chest to cop a feel for a few seconds before I broke off our kiss and took his hand and led him over to the couch. Once we arrived, I turned Nick around and gave him a little push on the chest, sitting him down. “Just sit back and relax,” I said. I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor. Flicking my hair to one side, I unclipped my bikini top and let it fall to the ground, freeing up my tits. I grabbed one and started playing with it, rubbing it and pinching my nipple, getting it warmed up. Once it was hard I switched over to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Nick was staring at me at intently, his mouth turned up in a little smile. Apparently he liked what he saw. No surprise there.

I placed my hands on the outside of my tits and squeezed them together. “Do you like these?” I asked. Nick nodded. “You want to suck on them, don’t you?” He nodded again. “Yeah, I bet you do,” I said, laughing under my breath. I stepped forward and straddled him, one leg on each side of his body, and leaned forward so my tits were in his face. Then I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it forward, pressing his face into my chest. I squeezed my tits together, smashing his head between them and pulling his face further against my flesh, smothering him. I held him there for a full 5 seconds before releasing him. After giving Nick a moment to catch his breath, I did it again. This time I added to the sensation by sliding back and forth on his crotch, riding him. I could feel his cock growing harder beneath me, pushing more forcefully against his shorts. “You like that, don’t you?” I asked after letting him go. “You like it when I smother you with my tits.” He nodded yet again. “Not very talkative, are you?” I said in a playful voice. “Not really,” he said. “That’s okay,” I said. “I didn’t bring you back here for your conversation.”

I grabbed the back of his head and again pulled his face against my chest. This time I held them there for a good 10 seconds before he tried to pull away. But I didn’t release him. “I didn’t say you could come out,” I said, squeezing more aggressively. Leaning forward, I put my mouth next to his ear. “Just relax,” I whispered. “You’re a big boy. You can take it.” He stopped struggling almost immediately. “That’s better,” I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you up before you pass out.” I could feel his hot breath against my skin as he struggled for air but still I held him tight. He wasn’t in any danger. When I finally let him free, his face was red from exertion but he was smiling and in his eyes were overflowing with excitement. Seeing how much he enjoyed getting dominated by me turned me on too. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and explored around for a little bit while grinding on his cock. His hands came up to my tits and started to fondle them but I grabbed his wrists and forced them back down to his side. Staring directly at him, I said, “Not yet. If you want my tits you have to suck on them.” “Then bring them up here,” Nick said. So I did, leaning forward until my hard nipple brushed against his mouth. He took my breast between his lips and started to suck on it greedily, flicking the nipple with his tongue, lightly biting on it with his teeth. “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Suck on those fucking titties.”

After a while I pulled my nipple out of his mouth and turned to offer him the other one. Nick gave it the same treatment, going after it with verve. Once that nipple was feeling as stimulated as the other I grabbed ahold of his hair and yanked back on his head, popping my nipple from his mouth. With my eyes locked firmly on his, I ran one of my hands down his chest towards his crotch and rubbed it over his cock. It was harder than ever. It felt like it was going to push a hole through his shorts. It seemed like it was pretty good sized. I was curious to see exactly how big it actually was. “Pretty excited, are we?” I said. “You could say that,” he said. “Do you want me to help you take care of it?” I asked. “Yes please,” he said. Smiling, I slid my body down his until I was on the floor. With my head between his legs, I pulled his shorts off , freeing his cock from it’s cotton prison. Nick pulled off his own shirt, leaving him completely naked. It was a very nice cock—right about 7 inches long, circumcised, and not too thick. It was sticking straight up, straining as though reaching for the ceiling. “Not bad,” I said. “Not bad at all.” I stuck out my tongue and gave it a lick, starting at the bottom of his shaft near his balls and working my way up towards the tip, moving slowly, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Once I reached the top, I went back down and followed the same path again, taking it even slower this time.

I could feel Nick shuddering beneath me, desperate for more interaction, but I was having too much fun messing with him to give it to him quite yet. I grabbed the base of his cock and wrapped my hand around it. Still staring up at him, I worked my tongue around the tip for a little bit before finally taking the head in my mouth. Nick let out a low groan as I started to suck on the head while jerking him off, my mouth and hand working together. I gradually took him further and further down as my head bobbed faster and faster on his cock. I was starting to get into it now, excited more by the control I had over him than anything else. I slowed things down for a minute, mixing it up and sucking on his balls for a little bit before returning to blow him proper. This time I worked him with only my mouth, taking him almost all the way down every time, my hair flying everywhere as my head bounced up and down. Nick grabbed a handful of my hair and held it to the side, keeping it out of my way. For this I rewarded him, attacking his cock with more energy before taking it all the way down my throat, my bottom lip pressed against his ballsack and my nose touching his stomach. I deepthroated him with ease, holding his cock for a good 8 seconds before finally pulling off. “My god,” Nick said as I took a moment to catch my breath. “I take it you liked that,” I asked, smiling the length of his body up at him. “Hell yes,” he said. “That was fucking amazing.” “Just wait,” I said. “There’s still more to come.”

I gathered up the excess saliva in my mouth and spit it on his cock and worked it all over with my hand. Then I sat a little bit higher up until my tits were at the same level as his cock. Leaning in, I slid his cock between my tits then squeezed them together, wrapping them around his cock. “Holy shit,” Nick moaned as I started to bounce. Men just love getting titty-fucked. I’m not exactly sure why but it’s fine with me, I don’t mind it one bit. Especially because it’s me controlling all the action. “You like that?” I asked him, bouncing on his cock, the tip of it popping out to touch the bottom of my chin at the end of every stroke. “You like it when I fuck your cock with my titties?” Nick nodded. I took a moment to spit on his cock again before squeezing my tits even tighter around it. Then I started bouncing again, more aggressively this time, my tits smacking forcefully against his inner thigh. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was pretty close to cumming, so I released his cock and backed away. “Oh no you don’t,” I said. “I’m not done with you yet.” I stood up and turned around so my ass was facing him. Then I bent over at the waist, keeping my legs perfectly straight, and wiggled out of my bottoms, sliding them off slowly, revealing my tight, tiny little ass one inch at a time.

Once my entire ass was free, I stepped out of my bikini, leaving me completely naked, just like him. With my ass still facing him, I dropped down to my hands and knees. Then I reached around with my right hand and started rubbing my pussy. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw that he had his cock in his hand and was jerking himself off. “Do you like my pussy?” I asked. He nodded. “Do you want to fuck it?” I asked. He nodded again. “And what are you waiting for?” I slapped my ass. “Come on over here and get it.” Smiling, Nick climbed up off the couch and made his way over towards me. He dropped to his knees and scooted up towards me. I put my head down in preparation for his cock entering me but he surprised me by giving me his tongue instead. “Oh my,” I said as he licked my pussy, starting at the bottom and making his way up. “That was unexpected,” I said aloud, even though I was talking to myself. As usual he didn’t reply, instead choosing to use his mouth lick and suck and tongue my pussy, varying the speed and the pressure, eating me out like an expert. He had obviously done this before. “That’s a good boy,” I said. “Eat that fucking pussy.”

I reached back and grabbed ahold of Nick’s head and pulled him closer in towards me, smashing his face against my pussy. He didn’t take offense, in fact he seemed to enjoy it, as he started going after me with even more intensity. “Holy shit yes,” I said, my voice rising in pitch. “Oh my God that feels so fucking good.” I released his head, giving him a chance to breathe. He did so in a couple of deep gulping breaths, then dove right back in. After he ate me out for what seemed like an hour, I said, “Enough,” and crawled away from him. Turning back to look at him, still on my hands and knees, I told him I needed his cock inside me. Nick obliged, spreading my legs apart and moving forward until his body was between them. I gasped as he slid his rock-hard cock into my dripping wet pussy. It went in without resistance. With his hands around my waist, he slammed his cock into me, not even bothering to take it slow, pounding me so hard and fast that I could feel his balls slapping up against the underside of my pussy. “Holy shit yes,” I said. “That’s what I’m talking about. Fuck me like you mean it.” Nick put his hands on my shoulders and pulled back on them as he moved forward, so our bodies were going in opposite directions when they met, allowing his cock to go deeper inside of me.

After a full two minutes of him hammering me, Nick slowed down, not pulling his cock out of my pussy, but not moving against me either. “I don’t think so,” I said, turning back to look at him as I slammed my ass back into him hard enough to almost cause him to fall backwards. “You don’t get to take any breaks unless I say so.” I bounced my ass back against him again and this time he held his ground. I could see from the look on his face that he was enjoying things, so I continued bouncing back against him, doing all the work. Eventually he took control again, grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading my ass before pounding away, his hips slamming into me with more force than before. “That’s it,” she said. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there. Give it to me good. Fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.” My talking seemed to turn him on even more, as he started going after me with even more fervor. He reached up and pulled my hair, yanking my head back and arching my spine, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God,” I screamed, my face turned up to the ceiling from the tension he was putting on my body. There were very few things I enjoyed more than having my hair pulled while I was getting fucked. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m gonna fucking cum!” A few seconds later, my body tensed up and then released as my orgasm came flowing through. But Nick didn’t slow down one bit, still hammering away at me while my body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

I could tell he was trying to finish himself off, but I wasn’t ready for him to be done quite yet. So I leaned forward, letting his cock slide out of my pussy, then spun around before he had a chance to try and stick it back in again. He was just sitting there on his knees, catching his breath. His cock was sticking straight out and glistening with my cum. Smiling, I grabbed ahold of his shaft and ran my tongue over it, staring him right in the eyes as I did so. “I love the taste of my pussy juices,” I said. “Especially when I’m licking them off your cock.” He shivered in pleasure as I took his cock in my mouth, sucking my cum off it, my hand holding the skin of his shaft tight while my head bounced back and forth, taking him balls deep with every pass. I blew him until he was on the verge of cumming—chest heaving, breath fast, face was screwed up in a mask of effort—before suddenly pulling my mouth off his cock and climbing to my feet. He groaned in disappointment and had a wounded look on his face. “Not yet,” I said, flashing him an evil little grin. He’d had his fun, now it was time to reassert my dominance over him. “You’ll cum when I want you to. Not a moment sooner. Now down on the floor. Back to the carpet. Eyes to the ceiling.” Despite his disappointment in not being able to cum yet, he did as he was told without hesitation. He was putty in the palm of my hand. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. After all, this was exactly what he’d signed up for, even if he hadn’t quite known the specifics at the time.

I grabbed a pillow off the couch and tossed it down to him. “Put this underneath your head,” I told him. Once he’d done that, I walked forward, one leg on each side of his body, until my feet were alongside his head. Staring down at Nick, I rubbed my pussy, getting it nice and wet. “Has anyone ever sat on your face before?” He shook his head. “Well, lucky me,” I said. “I get to pop your cherry.” I put my knees on the floor and straddled his face, dropping my dripping wet snatch right onto his mouth. “Get in there,” I said, grinding my pussy on top of him. “Don’t be afraid. There’s nothing in there that’s going to hurt you.” It took him a little while, but eventually he got comfortable and started going after my pussy with some vigor instead of just lying there. For the most part I took it easy on him, only giving him my full weight for a couple seconds at a time before lifting back up and giving him a chance to breathe. It was his first time, after all. I didn’t want to scar him for life. But I did want to make sure he still knew who was in charge. I looked down and noticed that his eyes were closed. That just wouldn’t do. “Open your eyes,” I told him. “Look at me while I’m sitting on your face.” Nick did as he was told, just as he’d been doing all afternoon. But it still gave me a little extra shiver of pleasure. It never got old having a man jump to my demands.

“That’s a good boy,” I said. “Now stick your tongue out and hold it there while I ride your face.” I leaned forward and put my hands on the floor and started moving quickly forward and back, running his tongue up and down my pussy, forcing it deeper inside me with every pass. Something about riding a man’s face with my pussy always got me off, and today was no exception. It wasn’t long before I was right on the edge of another orgasm; I just needed a little something extra to put me over the top. So I leaned back just a bit and slid one of my hands down to my pussy and started to rub my clit. It only took a couple of seconds for me to get there. Biting down on my bottom lip, I shivered and shook as the orgasm racked my body. I stopped bucking but stayed on top of Nick for another few seconds, letting my juices flow out of my pussy and onto his face, drenching him. When I finally lifted my body off Nick’s face his eyes were overflowing with excitement and his mouth was turned up in a huge smile even as he gasped for breath. “You like that, don’t you?” I said, looking down on him. “I fucking love it,” he said between gulps of air. “Are you ready to cum yet?” He nodded desperately. “Yeah, I thought you might be,” I said, laughing. “I guess I’ll oblige. You’ve earned it.”

I scooted down the length of his body until my head was poised over his cock. It was sticking straight up in the air, as hard as it had been all afternoon, if not harder. I could tell it wasn’t going to take much at all to put him over the edge. Bending over at the waist, I grabbed his cock and slapped it against one of my tits a couple of times, then took it in my mouth. Nick let out a deep moan and his body shuddered and twitched. I could tell he was holding on with everything he had, trying to milk every last second of pleasure possible before cumming, but he simply was too far along to hold out. I pumped his cock a couple of times with my mouth to get it nice and wet, then pulled my head off and leaned back and starting jerking him off, moving my hand quickly up and down his cock. Staring directly at him, I continued working his shaft with my hand as his body tensed one final time before releasing, sending his sperm shooting out of his cock and all over me. It was a surprisingly large load, far bigger than most of the men I’d been with. Five full pumps of his cum splattered against my chest, coating my body, splashing up against the bottom of my chin, covering my tits. I continued milking his cock until every last drop was extracted before finally letting it go. “Holy shit,” I said, laughing as I rubbed his sperm into my skin. “That was pretty impressive.” “Thanks,” he said sheepishly. “Just for the record, you’re much better in the sack than any of those other guys you were hanging out with today,” I said, standing up.

“Really?” Nick said. “Really,” I replied. And it was true. Not that it was all that tough of a feat. But still, it would give him something to brag about. “Now I’m going to go jump in the shower. I assume you can find your way back?” “I should be able to manage it,” he said. He sounded a little deflated, like he was expecting more of a send-off. But he’d get over it. Besides, I had a reputation to uphold. “Will I ever see you again?” he asked. “You never know,” I replied. “Why don’t you leave your number just in case.” His eyes lit up and he offered me a little smile. I actually felt kind of bad, stringing him along like that, but even I had a soft side. I just didn’t let it out often. And never when there was more than one witness. “Okay,” Nick said. “I’ll do that.” I blew him a kiss and then walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I waited until I heard the front door close, and then I climbed in, letting the scolding hot water wash over me. I was already thinking about who I was going to call later that night.

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HIGH CLASS ASS CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT ADDICT: VOLUME NINE

By this point, if you’ve read any of my other confessions, you know why I love escorts so much. But for those of you who don’t know, it comes down to this basic fact: You get exactly what you want whenever you want it with no hassle at all. Not to mention a wide variety of hot chicks at your disposal with just a simple phone call. What could be better than that? Nothing. At least I didn’t think so. But now I’m not so sure. Things have changed in my world. Maybe it’s just temporary, or maybe it’s permanent. I don’t know yet. But what I do know is this: I had an experience that altered my perceptions. It was a night with an escort, just like so many of the others, but this one turned out different. It was a function of the woman herself, a gorgeous, tactful, exotic, considerate, grounded beauty unlike any other I’d ever been with. Now, don’t get me wrong, she was still a nasty-as-hell, fully functional, perverted sex machine, but she was classy. She was proof that there are women out there who can give me what I need sexually as well as fulfill me in other ways. (Of course, now the trick is finding one, but we’ll worry about that later.) So here, for your appreciation, is my final night with an escort. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as I did. But I doubt it.

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There’s a knock on my door. I take a deep breath and walk over to it and open it up, eschewing the peephole. I want to be surprised. And I am. In a good way. The woman at the door is far more beautiful than I could have ever hoped for, standing just a few inches shorter than me with a slim, athletic body beneath her tight raincoat. Her long black hair is pulled back, showing off the perfect lines of her face. Narrow chin, high cheeks, big brown eyes, small nose, and thick, dick-sucking lips lined with dark maroon lipstick. Her skin is incredibly tan, golden brown, hinting at some exotic family background. She holds out her hand, palm down. I take it and kiss the top of it, then lead her into the room. I close the door behind us and by the time I turn around she’s already undone her raincoat and dropped it to the floor. She’s wearing a tight, lacy black lingerie top that ends just below her perfectly proportioned, large but not too-large tits. She’s got a black bikini bottom and black lace stockings on her incredibly toned, muscular legs. She spins in place, showing off a tight, absolutely ridiculous ass and revealing little bows on the back of her stockings. She undoes a clip in her hair, letting it fall down her back, almost all the way to her waist. Still facing away from me, showing off her ass, she turns her upper body and looks back at me.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks, her voice laced with the remains of an unfamiliar accent that confirms her exotic origins. Her smile is wide and appears genuine. “Very much,” I say, stumbling even to get a simple sentence out. She’s so ridiculously gorgeous it’s throwing me off. I’m used to getting a certain kind of woman, namely one with a specific flaw. Cute with only a so-so body, or an insane body with a decent face, or perfect except for jacked up teeth, something like that. But not this girl. She is just flat-out gorgeous, like a movie star, only with a slightly slutty edge. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect attitude, and just waiting to get fucked by me. It’s almost too much to handle. “I like what I see too,” she says, stepping towards me. She grabs ahold of my arm, squeezes my bicep. “You have very big muscles,” she says. “Let’s see about the most important one.” My heart is pounding as she runs her hand down my chest, over my shirt and jeans, coming to stop right at my crotch. She runs her hand over my jeans and starts rubbing the outside of my already rock-hard cock. “So far, so good,” she says. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?” “Not at all,” I say, trying (and failing) to control my breathing. She unzips my fly and reaches in and pulls my cock out. “Oh my,” she says under her breath, her smile growing even wider. With her hand still wrapped around my shaft she says, “You have a very beautiful cock.”

Despite having done this sort of thing many times, I can’t help but blush. For some reason getting a compliment from her (even though it’s one I paid for) excites and embarrasses me. “Thanks,” I say sheepishly. She laughs. “What’s the matter? Is this your first time with someone like me?” “Not even close,” I say. “Then what is it? Are you just shy?” “Not normally,” I say, laughing nervously under my breath. “But right now? Yeah. A little.” “That’s okay,” she says. “You just relax and let me do the work. And when you’re feeling up to it, you can take over.” “Sounds good to me,” I say, barely able to get the words out, highly doubting that I’ll ever feel up to taking control. Not over her. With her hand still wrapped around my cock, she leads me over to the couch. Then she spins me around and gives me a little push, dropping me onto the cushions. She reaches down and undoes my belt then pulls my jeans off. She drops down onto the floor, spreads my legs, and crawls in closer to me until her head is right in front of my stiff cock. A thin sound escapes from my throat as she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock. She sucks on the head for a few seconds before pulling her mouth off with a pop. Then she starts working my cock over, never staying in one spot for

more than a couple seconds, running her tongue down the length of the shaft, caressing my balls, sucking on them for a short time, then licking the tip, all while looking up at me, her big brown eyes locked onto mine. “You want me to suck it?” she says. I nod, unable to trust my mouth to form even the simplest of words. She smiles again then takes my cock in her mouth and starts moving her lips up and down the shaft, hands-free, making it disappear with ease, her eyes still looking up at mine. Her hair is thrown back, allowing me a perfect view of her beautiful face as she sucks my cock. And she sucks it like a pro, constantly varying the pace and the pressure and the depth to keep things fresh and keep the sensation heightened. She takes my cock all the way down her throat and holds it for a few seconds, then pulls off, leaving it glistening with her saliva. She takes a couple of deep breaths, still smiling up at me, her hand now jerking me off, moving quickly along my slippery shaft. After catching her breath she slips my cock back into her mouth and moves it in conjunction with her hand, sucking and jerking me off at the same time, her mouth making slurping and gurgling sounds as she goes to town on my cock. Her free hand runs down my thigh then comes underneath my balls and curls around my sack, caressing and jiggling my balls while she continues to suck my cock. She pulls her mouth off my cock and slips her head further down beneath my legs. Her eyes still locked on mine, she takes my balls in her mouth,

suckling and gurgling them, first one at a time, then both together, her hand continuing to jerk me off the whole time. It feels so good I can hardly contain myself. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to regain control. I’m a visual person and I’m hoping that by not watching her suck my cock it’ll keep me from getting too excited. It actually works, at least for a short time. But then her tongue bypasses my balls and ventures even lower. I shudder and mutter a low obscenity the moment her tongue makes contact with my asshole. “I take it you like that?” she asks, looking up at me from behind my balls, a little smile plastered on her face. “I fucking love it,” I say. “Do you want me to do it some more?” “Yes please.” She laughs and then goes back to work on my asshole, licking it like a kitten lapping up milk, moving slowly from back to front while she continues jerking me off with her free hand. She suddenly shoves my legs even further back, pushing my knees towards my chest, giving her easier access to my asshole. She gathers up some saliva and spits on my asshole, then starts attacking it more aggressively with her tongue, putting more pressure on my sphincter, then sliding the rigid tip of it inside of me.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my fists curled up into balls in an attempt to counteract my excitement. I’m breathing hard by now, barely able to keep myself under control as she continues tonguing my asshole with reckless abandon. I’m perilously close to cumming but it just feels so damn good that I don’t want to tell her to stop. I turn my gaze to the ceiling and try to count the little holes to distract myself just enough to stay on the edge without going over it. But my attention is thrust downward with the onset of a new sensation. She has gone back to sucking my cock but there’s still pressure in my asshole. I realize with a start that she’s slipped one of her fingers in there and is sliding it in and out of my asshole while she blows me. It feels incredible. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The pressure and the mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure in my rectum combined with the pure bliss of her mouth moving up and down on my cock is quickly pushing me over the edge. It’s all I can do to keep from exploding right there, all over her face and into her mouth. With a deep sense of reluctance I crawl away from her, back into the couch, forcing her finger out of my asshole and her mouth off my cock. “What’s the matter?” she asks, a look of confusion on her face. “You don’t like that?” “Actually I like it too much,” I say. “Any more of it and I’m going to be finished way too soon.”

“Ahhh, I understand,” she says, smiling. “You need a little break, right? A chance to gather yourself?” I nod. “Okay, you just sit back and relax. I’ll give you a little show.” So I do, leaning back on the couch as she drops onto the floor, her back to the carpet. She slips her panties off and spreads her legs wide so her wet, shaved pussy is staring me right in the face, then slides her hand down her stomach, stopping at the top of her pussy. With two fingers she starts rubbing her clit, moving slowly in a circular motion, staring directly at me the entire time. With her free hand she’s fondling her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple. Her fingers start moving faster against her clit and her breath is coming harder and harder now. She bites down on her bottom lip and makes soft but intense groaning sounds under her breath. She slips her fingers inside her pussy and starts banging herself, her juices making a sloshing, sucking sound as her fingers fly in and out of her pussy. My dick is still standing straight up and it’s all I can do to keep my hands off it. I desperately want to jerk off as she plays with herself but I’m trying to exhibit a little self-control. But soon I realize it’s pointless. She slips a third finger inside her pussy and I just can’t hold out any longer. My hand goes down to my cock and I start stroking it, slowly and gently, not wanting to increase my excitement too much further. After all, this is supposed

to be when I’m cooling down a bit in preparation for what’s to come next. But she’s just so hot and sexy and obviously into what she’s doing that I can’t help myself. By now, she’s working herself with both hands, one with four fingers inside her pussy, slamming in and out, while the other rubs at her clit. It’s obvious from her face that she’s close to cumming but she still makes relatively little noise. She increases the intensity until it’s about to boil over, then suddenly tenses up, her eyes wide, her neck straining as she reaches orgasm. She lets out a little gasp and her body shakes and shimmies a couple of times before falling still. Smiling, she pulls her fingers from her pussy and brings them up to her mouth, where she proceeds to suck them dry of her pussy juices. “Did you like the show?” she says once her fingers are clean. Her eyes are locked on mine, her smile as genuine as ever. “Very much,” I say. “Are you ready for me to sit on your cock now?” Matching her smile, I nod. She stands up from the floor and saunters over towards me. She climbs atop me, one leg on each side of my body, and lowers her pussy onto my stiff cock. It slides in easily, having been expertly warmed up already. I utter a soft groan as she takes my cock all the way inside her, engulfing it, her pussy warm and wet and inviting.

She works her pussy muscles, expanding and contracting them, altering the pressure on my cock without moving up and down against it. “Holy fuck,” I say softly, doing everything in my power to keep from cumming immediately. I’m holding my breath, afraid to let it out for fear that it’ll be all the excuse my body need to release. Smiling, obviously enjoying the control she has over me, she leans over and sticks her tongue down my throat. This does nothing to relieve the pressure; if anything, it ramps things up even further. For some reason I’ve always been turned on just as much if not more from kissing as from fucking, and when both are happening simultaneously it’s all but unbearable. Making out while fucking a girl is often the final thing that puts me over the edge. And that’s almost the case here. But her lips feel so good I don’t want to pull off. So I just tighten my reins a little tighter and try to hold on. Luckily she breaks off the kiss right before it’s going to be a problem for me. Then she leans her body back and starts bouncing on my cock, slowly at first, working the entire thing from tip to shaft inside her pussy. Taking it right to the edge of popping out before slamming it back down. Paradoxically, this relieves some of the pressure I’m feeling. I’ve always had an easier time not cumming when the fucking is fast and aggressive as opposed to slow and intimate. I’m not sure why but it holds true here too. She slams her body into me harder and harder, riding my cock like crazy, her tits bouncing in my face, her hands pressing down on my chest while she

stares directly at me. It’s perfect; I’m thoroughly excited but in no immediate danger of spilling over. With my cock still planted deep in her pussy, she spins around so she’s riding me reverse cowgirl, her body turned slightly sideways towards me, one foot flat up on the couch, outside of my leg, and the other on the ground, inside of mine. She’s riding me faster and faster, the new position allowing her to slam her body down onto mine with more force than ever before. But still I want more. Her body is turned towards me just enough that her right tit is bouncing directly in front of my face, tempting me, taunting me. I crane my neck forward and start sucking on her rock-hard nipple while she rides my cock. She moans and starts riding me even more aggressively, her body now slamming down on top of mine hard enough to make me flinch. But I like the pain so I bite down on her nipple so she’ll ride me even harder. She obliges, uttering something in her native language under her breath and shaking her head from side-to-side and slamming down onto me with everything she has, our bodies coming together with an audible smack at the bottom of every thrust. Despite the intensity that we’re going at it, she remains mostly quiet, which is fine by me. And actually it’s a bit of a relief considering how most of the escorts I’ve been with scream as loud as possible, perhaps thinking that’s what men want to hear. Which is correct, most of the time. But not always. Sometimes quiet intensity is preferable, especially when the girl is gorgeous

and talented, like this one obviously is. She doesn’t need to scream to prove she’s having a good time. Her actions do it for her. And more effectively, I might add. In fact, she’s so effective that I’m having trouble loosening up and letting things go. I feel like I’m back in high school and it’s one of my first times; I’m still slightly embarrassed by her beauty and even feeling a bit unworthy, even though I’ve paid her for her time. She’s so gorgeous it’s really kind of intimidating. I feel like a kid again, making it almost impossible for me take control. She does her best to counteract this by taking the lead, but this just makes things even more pronounced, making me feel even more out of my league. It’s far easier to pummel a girl into submission when you see them as lesser than you, a view which most escorts are all too ready to enforce by their looks and outfits and attitudes. But a woman like this, so beautiful and sophisticated and sure of herself makes it almost impossible for me to get comfortable. I want to take control and fuck her like I fuck all the other escorts, but there’s something deep down inside me that isn’t allowing me to do so. Luckily for me she seems to be used to having this kind of effect on men, so she has no trouble continuing to take the lead. She climbs up and off my cock, spins around, and positions herself on her hands and knees on the couch. Her perfect ass is sticking up, just waiting for me to take her from behind.

I clamber to my feet and position myself with one leg on the couch and one on the floor, giving me the perfect leverage to take advantage of her. I slip my cock into her, taking her doggy-style. I move slowly against her at first, wanting to savor the first few moments of penetration from this, my favorite angle, but it isn’t long before I’m slamming my cock in and out of her pussy. I just can’t help myself. Our bodies slam together, my cock going balls deep inside her pussy, the outline of her spine showing against her tanned skin. I adjust my position so my hands are just above her hips, pushing her midsection down to bring her ass up, slightly altering the angle of penetration and allowing me deeper access. Her ass is bouncing right in front of my face as I fuck her from behind, mesmerizing me with its jiggly movements, tempting me, taunting me with its perfection. I can’t let it go untouched. It’s just too inviting. I slide my hands down and grab ahold of her asscheeks and spread them wide, revealing her tiny pink little asshole. It’s staring me right in the face, slightly open but not gaping, beckoning me, just begging to get played with. And based on her foray into my nether regions earlier in the evening, I’m guessing she’s up for some anal play, and possibly even a whole lot more. Time to find out for sure. Normally when I hire an escort I just take what I want from her; that’s kind of the point. I know they are going to give it up willingly so there’s no apprehension on my part. But tonight I just can’t get over my (relative) shyness

and take what I want. I have to make sure that she wants it too. So I take things slowly, gathering up some saliva before spitting on her asshole and start working it with my thumb. She lets out a little gasp of pleasure and her entire body starts to shimmy, her breath coming more quickly now. Based on her reaction to my playing with her asshole she seems to like it, so I take things a step further, rubbing the outside of her sphincter for a little bit, varying the pressure to keep her guessing, continuing to fuck her from behind all the while. Then I venture a little deeper, pressing my thumb in the center of her asshole, not quite hard enough to penetrate it but right on the edge. She starts bucking harder against me, her ass slamming into my hips. It’s as if she’s trying to force my thumb into her ass. She obviously wants it in there, so I oblige, sliding it in to the first knuckle and start working it around. She utters a deep, shuddering moan and her body shakes. Taking her excitement as a good sign, I slip my thumb deeper into her asshole and continue fucking her, picking up speed, inspired by her increased gyrations. I pound her a few more times then pause to catch my breath, keeping my cock in her pussy and my thumb planted firmly in her ass. She turns her upper body so she’s looking back at me. Her eyes lock onto mine. They are shining with intense pleasure. “You like my ass, don’t you?” she says. “I love it,” I reply. “You want to stick your cock in there, don’t you?”

“Very much so,” I say. “Then what are you waiting for?” she says. It’s a good question. One I don’t have an answer for. So without saying another word, I pull back a little, slipping my cock from her pussy, then lift my hips just a little bit and stick my rock-hard cock into her gaping asshole. It slides in easily, with very little resistance. I go to work fucking her asshole, moving slowly against her in long, rhythmic strokes, giving her my entire cock, from tip to base. “That’s it, baby,” she says, her accent slightly more pronounced. “Fuck my tight little ass with that beautiful cock of yours.” Her voice is like an aphrodisiac; just hearing it gets me more excited. Almost too excited, really, keeping me from turning the aggression up too much. Normally I go at it pretty rough but tonight things are different. This girl is so hot, so exotic, and so high-class that I’m having trouble totally laying into her. I’m fucking her gently, or at least as gently as possible considering my cock is in her ass right now. It just doesn’t seem right to be fucking her any other way. Seeming to sense my reluctance, she starts taking more control, backing her ass into me with more and more force, until eventually she’s slamming back into me, her ass bouncing off my hips, my balls slapping up against her pussy as my cock goes balls deep into her asshole. “You like that?” she says, turning her upper body so she’s looking back at me. “You like it when I work your cock with my ass?”

Unable to speak, I can only nod. She smiles and starts backing her ass into me even more aggressively. Then she tilts her head back, arching her spine and sending her silky black hair spilling over her back. Is she trying to tell me something? Giving me an opportunity to take control without explicit saying so? I think she is. So I gather up a handful of her hair and take the lead, shifting my legs to give myself a little more leverage before I start hammering away at her asshole. “That’s right,” she says, breathing more deeply now. “Pull my hair and fuck me like you mean it.” Inspired by her talking, I start giving it to her harder, my hips slamming against her ass, causing it to ripple with every thrust. I wrap my hand tighter around her hair and give it a good tug, arching her back even further and allowing me deeper access to her asshole. “There you go,” she says, her voice still low and seductive and intense. “Give it to me, baby. Right there. Right fucking there.” And so I do, turning her body so I’m standing now, my cock still planted firmly in her ass. I reach down and push on her shoulders, forcing her face into the cushions of the couch. I hold it there, pressing down on the side of her head while I pummel her ass, my body slamming against hers, my cock disappearing all the way inside her. She grabs ahold of her asscheeks with her hands and spreads them wide, stretching her asshole, allowing me deeper access. Seeing her this into it excites me further and I hammer away at her ass with everything I have, right

at the edge now and not caring. Thousands of years of evolutionary instincts have taken over; I’m no longer concerned with prolonging the session, all I want to do is propagate my seed. “Holy fucking shit I’m gonna cum,” I say. She immediately pulls off my cock and spins around and drops to the floor, her mouth right in front of my cock. She takes my cock in her hand and jerks me off while her mouth sucks me off, heedless of the fact that it was just in her ass. She doesn’t have to work it for long before I’m at the point of no return. My legs tighten up and my body tenses for a moment, then releases. She pulls my cock from her mouth but continues jerking me off as the cum rockets out of my cock, spraying all over face and tits and neck, covering her body with milky whiteness while she stares directly into my eyes. She continues working my cock with her hand, squeezing out every last vestige of cum before finally letting go. She drops my cock and starts to laugh. Her face is a mess, completely covered with my sperm, like she’d dunked her face in a bowl of milk. “Pretty damn impressive,” she says, still giggling. “Thanks,” I say, as embarrassed as ever. She climbs to her feet and heads towards the bathroom. The session ends as all they all do, with her cleaning up real quick and then leaving without much fanfare. This is one of the things I love about escorts, the lack of any emotional awkwardness afterwards. It’s done, time to move on. But

today it’s bothering me more than usual. It’s as though I want something more, something meaningful. I feel empty without it. As she’s walking out the door I want to ask her what her name is, so I can ask for her again, but I’m already feeling like this was a turning point in my life, and I know if I ask her for her name I’ll be tempted to call her again. And I don’t want that. At least, I don’t think I do. So I resist. But as soon as she closes the door behind her I’m already regretting it. But that’s okay. It’s time for a new phase in my life. Hopefully I can actually follow through with it. We’ll see.

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THE COUGAR IN 26B

It was a Friday evening and Dan Evans was relaxing on the couch, watching ESPN, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. Normally he let calls from people he didn’t know go to voicemail, but something told him to answer this one. So he did. “Hello?” “Hi,” a vaguely familiar female voice said. “Is this Dan?” “Yeah,” he said carefully, not sure what this was all about. “Hi Dan, this is Gina, over on the other side of the building? I don’t know if you remember me.”

“Of course I do,” he said. How could he forget? They’d only met once but Gina was the kind of girl that left an indelible impression. She was older than him by at least ten years but was still sexy as hell, with a firm body and enormous breasts, plus an exotic face that had aged quite nicely. He’d seen her around from time to time, usually in the gym or tanning by the pool. She never had any problem showing off her body and he never had a problem looking. Staring, usually. But he’d only talked to her on that one occasion, the first time they’d met. Other than that he’d kept his distance, figuring she was so far out of his league that it wasn’t even worth trying to get to know her better. But maybe he’d been mistaken. “I hate to bother you,” Gina said, “But I’m having a little bit of trouble with my wireless connection and I heard through the grapevine that you know a thing or two about computers.” “That I do,” Dan said, a little deflated. He’d been hoping (even though it was completely irrational) that she’d wanted something more from him. “Would you mind coming over and helping me out with it?” Normally he didn’t do work for people in the building because it set a dangerous precedent, but for Gina he would gladly make an exception. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be in her presence, let alone inside her apartment, even if she was just using him for his expertise. “It would be my pleasure,” Dan said. “When did you have in mind?” “Well, if you aren’t busy now . . .” “Not at all,” he said. “I’ll be over there in a minute or two.”

“That would be wonderful,” Gina replied. “You know where I am, right?” “Not exactly,” he lied, trying to play it cool. “Which number are you again?” “26B.” “I’ll see you in a few.” “I’m looking forward to it,” she said before hanging up the phone. Dan changed into some clean clothes and gathered up a few of his things before heading over to the other side of the building. As he walked he tried to keep his expectations down. Even though he thought he’d heard a note of anticipation in her voice right there at the end he figured it was just wishful thinking. What could a woman like Gina—and she was all woman, that was for sure—possibly want from him besides a little help? Unless she’d heard something about Kong. But there wasn’t much of a chance of that. He’d never screwed around with anyone in the building and he doubted Gina would have had any contact with any of the women he’d been with in the past. Besides, even if she had heard stories about Kong, they usually just scared women off. Normal women, at least. Unless Gina wasn’t normal. There was always a chance of that, as remote as it may be. Maybe, just maybe— He cut off the thought. There was no reason to get his hopes up. Surely Gina just wanted him to fix her computer and then be on his way. If not it would be a fucking miracle. Not to mention a dream come true. Neither of which he believed in.

Dan turned the corner and arrived at 26B. He took a deep breath and knocked. She answered it right away, as though she’d been waiting just on the other side of the door. She was dressed more casually than he’d been expecting, wearing only a loose-fitting, white V-neck t-shirt and a pair of red cotton shorts. No bra, no socks, no shoes. Her long brown hair was wet, as if she’d just gotten out of the shower and she wasn’t wearing very much makeup. “Sorry about my appearance,” she said by way of greeting. “I really wasn’t planning on having any company this evening.” “No need to apologize,” Dan said. “You look great.” He winced as he said it, realizing how lame it sounded. But it was true. “Awww, you’re so sweet.” Gina said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Come on in.” Dan accepted her invitation. She closed the door behind him. “Thanks for coming over so quickly,” Gina said. “I’ve got one more thing I need to do before I’m done for the day. But I lost internet access, just like that. And now I’m stuck until it’s back up.” “No problem at all,” he said. “Are you on a laptop?” “Yeah,” she said, pointing. “It’s over there.” Dan saw the laptop sitting on a table by the sliding door that led to the enclosed porch. He sat down at the table and took a quick look at the laptop. The problem was instantly apparent. “Uh-oh,” he said, sounding grave. “Is it bad?” Gina asked, wincing.

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad.” “What’s wrong with it?” “Come on over here and I’ll show you,” Dan said. He watched Gina as she made her way over. It was impossible not to. She filled up the room, making it seem like she was the only thing in it. “See this button right here?” Dan said once she was standing over his shoulder. He pointed at a key on the top row of the keyboard, near the far right side. Gina leaned forward to get a better look. Dan could feel her breasts pressing against his back. Her face was mere inches from his and it took everything in his power to keep to turning his head to the right and planting a kiss on her. “I see it,” Gina said, placing her hand casually on his shoulder. “What about it?” “See how the light next to it is red?” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Yeah.” “That means the wireless connection is turned off.” “And how do you fix it?” “Well, it’s pretty tough,” he said. “What you do is you put your finger on it and press down. Like this.” He pushed the key. The light turned green.

“Now it’s on,” Dan said. He clicked on the Internet Explorer icon and Gina’s home page came up on the screen. “That’s it?” Gina said, incredulous. “That’s it.” “Fuck me,” she said, laughing softly. “Here I was all stressed out that my system crashed and it’s just one stupid fucking little key that got accidentally pressed. I feel so lame.” “Don’t,” Dan said. “It happens all the time.” “Bullshit,” Gina said. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” “No, really, you’d be surprised at how often that key gets pushed. And how few people know what the problem is.” “Well, I still don’t believe you but you’re sweet for saying so,” Gina said. “Now if you don’t mind trading places with me, I’ll finish this one thing up real quick and then we can get to know each other a little better.” “Oh, I don’t know,” Dan said, trying to mask his excitement with fake reluctance. “I don’t want to impose . . .” “It’s no imposition whatsoever,” Gina said. “Really. Just grab yourself a beer and relax on the couch. I’ll be there in a minute.” He was about to argue further in an attempt to keep up the appearance of reluctance but Gina’s attention was already on the laptop screen and he knew that it was unnecessary.

So instead he went into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. On one of the shelves sat a case of Blue Moon, which just happened to be his favorite beer of all-time. He grabbed one for himself and one for Gina and opened them up. Taking a little initiative (he figured she wouldn’t mind) he grabbed an orange off the counter and found a knife in one of the drawers. He cut two slivers of orange and squeezed them into the neck of the bottles until they were sticking halfway out, then headed back to the living room. Gina had already finished up with her work and was sitting on the couch, waiting for him to return. He handed her one of the beers and sat down next to her, making sure there was a little bit of distance between them. “How considerate of you,” she said, sliding the orange slice the rest of the way into the bottle, making it disappear. “I had no idea you were such a gentleman.” “Neither did I,” he said, smiling. Gina returned the smile and held her bottle up towards his. “A toast,” she said in a melodramatic voice. “To my stupidity. Without it we still would be unfamiliar neighbors, destined to look at each other from afar and never share a beer together.” Laughing, Dan clanked his bottle against her then brought it to his lips and took a healthy drink. Gina did the same. “I have to admit, I’ve never heard someone toast their own stupidity before,” Dan said.

“Yeah, well it seemed appropriate,” Gina replied. She shifted her body slightly and leaned over to set her beer bottle on the coffee table in front of them, giving him a straight shot down her shirt. Dan couldn’t help but stare. It was impossible not to. And he figured she wanted him to. Otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she did. His suspicions were confirmed with her next statement. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “A confession?” Gina nodded. “O-kay,” he said drawing out the word to reflect his confusion. “Go right ahead, I guess.” “I knew how to fix my laptop on my own,” she said. He took another drink from his beer to stall for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. But they didn’t want to come together. So he played dumb. But it wasn’t really an act. Not at the moment. “I don’t understand.” “I faked it,” Gina said. “I pretended something was wrong.” “Why?” he asked, still not understanding. “Because I knew you would come over and fix if I asked you to,” she replied. Even though Dan knew that whatever Gina was trying to tell him was blatantly obvious, the specifics of it still weren’t coming together for him. It was as though his mind wasn’t working properly, like he couldn’t comprehend what she was saying because it was so far out of the realm of possibility.

“Why?” he said again, knowing how ridiculous it sounded before the word was even fully out of his mouth. She looked at him with a crooked little grin. “Why do you think?” “I don’t know.” “Because I wanted to manufacture a reason to get you in my apartment, silly. That’s why.” “Oh,” he said, still not quite understanding. Then he realized the purpose behind the way she was looking at him and it all came crashing down. “Ooooohhhh,” he said, finally getting it. “Now do you understand?” “I think I’m starting to get the idea,” Dan replied. “And what do you think of it?” “Your idea?” Gina nodded. “I think it’s a great one,” Dan said. “That’s good to hear,” Gina said, moving closer to him. They were as close as two people could get without actually touching. “Because I’ve been looking forward to this for some time now.” “Really?” “I’ve been watching you since the day you moved in,” she said. “Well I’ll be damned.” Gina leaned back just a bit, feigning disappointment. “You hadn’t noticed?”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Dan said. “I noticed you. Many times, actually. But I never thought that you noticed me. At least, not in that way.” “What makes you say something like that?” “Well, I am quite a bit younger than you.” “You’re not that much younger,” Gina said. “What?” She made a pouty face. “Are you saying I’m too old for you?” “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “That’s not how I meant it.” “Then how did you mean it?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if in anticipation of his answer. She was still pouting but it was obviously an act. Her eyes were dancing with mischief. “I just figured I wouldn’t be experienced enough for you,” Dan said. “A woman of your . . . stature is undoubtedly used to a man who knows what he’s doing in bed.” “And you don’t know what you’re doing? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” “I wouldn’t say that.” “Then what would you say?” Dan thought about it for a moment. He wasn’t used to a woman being so forward and unpretentious. It was a nice change but it took some getting used to. “I’d say I have the raw materials but not enough practice to use them to their fullest extent.” “And why is that?” “Honestly? Because most girls I’ve been with can’t handle it.”

“What? Your cock?” He nodded. “Really?” Gina said, sounding excited. She sat up a little taller and glanced down at his groin area. “It’s that big?” “You hadn’t heard?” “Don’t get me wrong, I’d heard the rumors,” she said. “They’re flying all over this building. But rumors are one thing. Confirmation is something else entirely.” “Well, nothing has been confirmed as of yet,” Dan said. “But from what I’ve been told, it’s pretty large. Of course, I don’t go around comparing it with other guys, so I can’t guarantee anything . . .” “Well, lucky for you I have a bit of experience in this matter,” she said. “Do you mind if I take a look?” “I’d be honored,” he said. Staying on the couch, Gina turned her body to get a better angle, then reached over and unzipped his fly. Moving deliberately, almost reverentially, she slipped her hand into his pants and wrapped her hand around the base of cock. “Wow,” she said, giggling with pleasure. “You weren’t kidding about the size of it, were you? If anything, you seemed to have downplayed it.” Dan shrugged. “I was afraid if I talked it up too much you’d be disappointed once you caught a glimpse of it.”

“That’s the last thing you have to worry about,” Gina said. “The only disappointment I have is waiting so long to get ahold of it.” Smiling widely, she glanced up at him. “Can I get a better look?” “Be my guest.” Gina slid Dan’s cock out of his pants with practiced ease. It was standing at attention, all nine inches of it, sticking straight up and rearing to go. Her hand was still wrapped around the base, right above his balls. She wasn’t moving her hand yet. So far she was just holding onto his cock and staring at it with wide, excited eyes. “Holy fuck it’s big,” Gina said, her voice marveling. She was obviously impressed. There was no way to fake the enthusiasm in her voice. “Although big doesn’t really describe it properly. More like huge. Or humungous. Or gigantic.” “One of my old girlfriends took to calling it Kong.” “Sounds like a perfect name to me,” she says, still staring at his cock, her eyes dripping with anticipation. “Of course, we weren’t together very long,” Dan said. “Let me guess. She couldn’t handle it.” “That’s right.” “I’m not surprised,” Gina said as she started to slowly stroke Dan’s cock. “It takes a special kind of girl to handle a cock this size. One with plenty of skills and lots of practice. Not to mention a bit of a sadistic streak.” She flashed him

a nasty little smile. “Lucky for you I have all three. Unless, of course, you don’t like what you see.” “Oh I like what I see, all right,” Dan said. “I like it very much.” “That makes two of us,” she said. “So let’s get down to business.” Moving deliberately, heightening Dan’s anticipation, Gina undid his belt and the top button of his pants, then climbed off the couch. She pulled his shoes and his socks off, grabbed his jeans and pulled them off too, then did the same for his boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down. He finished the job, slipping out of his shirt. “That’s better,” Gina said as she put her hands on his knees and gently spread his legs wider, then stepped forward until she was situated between his legs, standing over him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his face turned up towards hers, his excitement growing as she stood over him, looking down on him. She was still fully clothed but this turned him just as much as if she had been naked. Without another word, Gina dropped to her knees and went to work on Dan’s cock, licking up and down the shaft, one hand grasping the base in a death-grip while the other works his balls. She popped the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked on it while jerking him off, her hand and mouth working in unison as her mouth dropped further and further down his cock with every thrust, her head bobbing up and down, faster and faster, her hair flying everywhere, covering her face, blocking his view.

Dan reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back so he could get a better view of what she was doing to him. This just seemed to excite Gina further and she attacked his cock with even more energy than before. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, she easily took his cock threequarters of the way down, farther than any girl had ever taken his cock before. And the way things were going he was certain she could take it even further. As if reading his mind, Gina pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment to catch her breath. She winked at him and flashed him a nasty little smile then took his cock in her mouth once again, this time dropping her head all the way down on his cock until it had completely disappeared. “Holy fuck,” Dan said, trying to keep himself under control. No woman he’d been with had ever even attempted to deep-throat him, let alone pulled it off. And apparently Gina wasn’t content with just taking his entire cock in her mouth. She took things a step further by holding it there, all the way down her throat, for a full five seconds before gagging and pulling her head back and letting it slide from her mouth. His shaft was slavered in saliva, the tip white from the constriction. Gina took a couple of deep breaths and looked up at him, her smile wide, her eyes leaking tears but full of excitement. “Oh my god your cock is huge,” she said, laughing under her breath. “I almost couldn’t get the whole thing down.” “You could have fooled me,” Dan said, still marveling at her skills. “It looked like you took it no problem.”

“It was a bit of a problem, believe me. But it’ll get better. I just need a little more practice. Do you mind if I give it another go?” “Do I mind if you deepthroat me again?” Dan said. “Is that really a question you have to ask?” “You wouldn’t think so, would you?” she said. “But you’d be surprised. Some men don’t like it because they’re afraid it’s going to make them cum too soon.” “I’ll take my chances,” Dan said, smiling. “That’s what I like to hear,” Gina said. She returned his grin then went down on him again. This time she took him so deep that her nose was pressing up against his stomach. She turned her eyes towards his and looked up at him as best she could but because of the angle it was difficult to see much of them. He applauded the effort though. She held his cock in her throat for a full ten seconds before pulling off, her head flying back as she gasped for breath. “Holy crap you’re good at that,” Dan said. “You liked that, did you?” “You could say that.” “Do you want to see what else I can do?” “I can’t wait.” Gina pulled her shirt off over her head, showing off her immense, glorious tits in all their splendor. Huge and firm and hanging perfectly, with giant silver

dollar aureoles and nipples the size of pencil erasers. Dan longed to play with them, suck on them, smother himself in them, but before he could do any of those things, Gina gathered up the saliva leftover from her deep throat and spit it on his cock and started to stroke it. Gina adjusted her position a bit, sitting higher up, so her tits were at the same level as his cock. She leaned in closer to him and spit on his cock one more time then stuck his dick between her tits. “Oh my god,” he said as she wrapped her tits around his cock, squeezing them together so it wouldn’t go anywhere. He didn’t think things could get any better. Then she started to bounce. “Holy shit,” he said, moaning the words more than speaking them. “You like that?” she asked. “You like fucking my big giant titties?” Afraid his voice would betray him, Dan just nodded as Gina continued to bounce on his cock, her tits jiggling, the tip of his cock popping out in-between the top of them at the end of every stroke. She squeezed harder, engulfing his cock in her massive tits. The pressure was nearly unbearable as she continued to squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce, squeeze and bounce. Dan wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. It simply felt too good. Gina suddenly released his cock from the vice-grip between her tits, as if she knew exactly how close he was to blowing his load. And based on how much skill she’d shown so far, he wouldn’t have been surprised to learn that she actually did know.

“That was fucking awesome,” Dan said as Gina climbed to her feet. “I’m glad you liked it,” Gina replied, slipping out of her shorts and panties, leaving her as naked as he was. “But that was only the beginning.” “I can’t wait to see what comes next.” “Don’t worry. You won’t have to wait long.” And she meant it, straddling him on the couch as she spoke. With her eyes locked on his, she grabbed ahold of his hard cock and held it upright while she positioned herself over it and then dropped her body onto it, her smooth, shaved, soaking wet pussy accepting his monstrous cock with ease. Gina immediately started bouncing atop him, impaling herself on his cock, taking him deep with every thrust. Her tits bounced in a mesmerizing rhythm— up and down in accordance with her movements. As much as he enjoyed watching her tits move, they were just too close for him not to take advantage of. It wasn’t long until Dan had his hands around them, squeezing and groping and exploring every centimeter, reveling in their perfection. Gina seemed to enjoy the attention he was paying to her breasts, as she leaned forward and started pounding away at him harder than before. Apparently she liked having her tits played with as much as Dan liked playing with them. With Gina’s shift in position, her tits were right in Dan’s face, mere centimeters from his lips, so close that he couldn’t resist. He latched onto one of them, his mouth around her nipple, and started to suck.

Gina groaned and started hammering away on Dan even harder. He ran his hands under her ass and spread her cheeks apart, giving him deeper access to her pussy. This turned Gina’s gyrations up yet another notch, to the point of her slamming her body down onto his with enough force to make him flinch at the bottom of every thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their animalistic grunts as Gina continued to hammer away on him, intent on getting where she wanted to go. A few moments later she was there. A deep groan, followed by a string of obscenities and a little twist and shake of her entire body and then she fell still. Her hair was in her face and her chest was heaving and little rivulets of sweat ran down her neck. It was sexy as hell. “Not bad,” Gina said, flinging her hair to the side. “Not bad at all.” “Thanks,” Dan said. “Ready for more?” “Whenever you are.” “I’m ready now.” “Then let’s go,” he said. And with that, Gina spun on Dan’s cock, turning her body until she was riding him reverse-cowgirl, her legs on outside of his, her back to him, her ass pressing against the bottom of his stomach. She grabbed Dan’s knees and pushed them closer together, then adjusted her body so her feet were on the floor, giving her more leverage to work with.

“There we go,” Gina said as she started riding Dan’s huge cock, bouncing up and down on him in fast, deep strokes. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.” His hands were on her hips, holding on for dear life. “You like that?” she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder. “You like it when I bounce on your fucking cock?” Dan nodded. “Yeah, you like that shit, don’t you.” Gina said, facing forward once again. “You like that you dirty fucking bastard.” She put her hands on his knees and bent forward, then started pummeling him even more aggressively. “Spank my ass,” she said. Dan did as he was told without hesitation. Automatically obeying an older woman was something that had been ingrained upon him at an early age. Never in this context, of course, but his prior training took over. “Harder,” she said. “Like you mean it.” So he did, slapping Gina’s asscheeks in time with her thrusts. “That’s it,” she said. “Just like that.” Gina continued pounding away at him, smashing his balls as she dropped her body onto him with full force, her breath growing quicker by the second. “Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed while he continued slapping her ass. It was glowing bright red but Dan didn’t let up one bit. “Right there, right there, holy fuck, right there!”

Gina turned up the intensity even more. Her screams had reached a feverpitch and they were no longer directed at Dan, but were simply expressions of pure pleasure. She continued along this path for a few more seconds, culminating in a final, expletive-laced, ear-splitting screech as she came. Her body shuddered and shook as the orgasm racked her body but still she didn’t slow down, pounding away at him for a few more seconds before finally falling still. Gina didn’t rest for long, however, almost immediately lifting herself off Dan’s cock. She turned to face him and then dropped to her knees, her head between his legs, her hand around his cock, her eyes locked onto his. “I love the taste of my cum,” she said, licking his cock, cleaning it of her juices. “What about you? Do you like it when I lick my cum off your cock?” Afraid that his voice would betray him, Dan could only nod. “Not much of a talker, are you?” Gina asked between licks. “Not really,” Dan said. “That’s okay. I talk plenty enough for both of us,” Gina said. “Unless my mouth is filled up, of course.” She flashed him a dirty little smile then wrapped her lips around his cock and took it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she bobbed up and down on his cock a couple of time before making it disappear completely. She held it in her throat for a few seconds before letting it slide back out of her mouth.

Still looking at him, her hair falling down over her face, Gina slapped his cock against her tits and rubbed the tip against her nipple, then took it in her mouth once again. She attacked his cock, alternating between sucking it and licking it and jerking him off, her energy at an all-time high for the evening. Her free hand wandered to his balls and started rubbing and playing with them while she continued working his cock with her mouth. “Holy shit,” Dan said softly, turning his head up to the ceiling, hoping that by not watching her blow him he’d be able to last longer. But the allure of watching her work was just too strong, so after only a few seconds of looking at the ceiling his eyes were back down, locked onto Gina’s as she sucked his cock. Dan leaned back and took a deep breath, trying desperately to hold onto his load. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. He needed to switch things up, and quickly. He lifted Gina up and slid out from under her to the other side of the couch. She sat down and turned to face him, a puzzled look on her face. “What’s the matter?” she asked. “Did I do something wrong?” “Actually you did too much right,” Dan said. “Kong needs a little break.” “Ahhh, I see. How long do you need?” “I’m not sure. A couple minutes, at the most.” “Fair enough,” she said. “Do you want another beer while we wait?” “Actually, I had something else in mind,” Dan said. He leaned in towards her and slid his hand down between her legs. “Kong may need a break but that doesn’t mean my whole body does.”

“Oh,” she said. “You dirty little boy.” “That’s right,” he said as he started rubbing her pussy. “So just sit back and relax.” “Take your time,” Gina said in a relaxed voice. “Talk all the time you need.” Dan laughed under his breath and went to work on her pussy. He rubbed the outside of her pussy lips for a little while before sliding two fingers inside of her. They went in easily, without any resistance. He started moving them back and forth, sliding them all the way in, slowly but surely picking up speed. It wasn’t long before he was slamming them in and out of her, curling his fingers a little bit to hit her g-spot. He grabbed one of her legs with his free hand and pushed it out and up, spreading her out and giving himself more room to work. “Holy fuck, right there, right there,” Gina said, her voice rising with every word. “Bang my fucking pussy with your fingers. Give them to me, holy shit that feels so fucking good!” Dan slid another finger inside of her and continued banging away. His forearm started to burn but he ignored it. He was having too much fun getting Gina off to stop anytime soon. Gina was bucking against him now, forcing his fingers even deeper inside her. “Oh my god don’t stop,” she said, her words running together now. Her

face and chest were red with exertion. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop until I fucking come again holy fucking shit fuck fuck fuck!” Her every word spurned Dan on further, fueling his vigor, helping him push through the pain that was rising in his forearm. Hopefully she got to where she needed to go quickly; as much as he didn’t want to let her down, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go. Luckily he didn’t have to worry, as Gina bucked against him one last time and stayed there, his fingers deep inside of her pussy, her hand gripping his wrist, holding it in place inside of her as yet another orgasm racked her body. “What is that, three already?” he said, a wave of satisfaction rising up in his chest. “Four, actually,” she said. “Holy crap. Do you always cum this often?” “I wish.” “So I’m doing something right?” “You’re doing many things right,” she said. “But don’t get complacent, we’re not done yet. I need your cock inside me again.” “If you insist,” Dan said. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and replaced them with his cock. “That’s what I’m talking about,” Gina said, hooking her arms beneath her legs. “Fill me up with that huge cock of yours.”

Dan lifted her ass up off the couch a little bit to give himself a better angle of entry and moved his cock in and out of her pussy, giving her the entire thing, from tip to base. Gina took his cock easily, without flinching in the least, something he’d never experienced before. It was quite a relief, actually, not having to worry about hurting a girl while he was fucking her. It allowed him to open up more than ever before, to go after it without holding back. And go after it he did, fucking Gina so deeply that his entire cock was disappearing inside of her and his balls were slapping up against her ass. “Holy shit it’s so fucking huge,” Gina said, her eyes locked on his, her mouth turned up in a little smile. She was clearly enjoying herself. “Give it to me. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone else before.” Dan again did as he was told, grabbing ahold of her leg and using it to anchor himself, pulling her body back into his as he hammered away at her pussy. “That’s it,” she said between deep breaths. “Just like that. That’s what I need. Give me what I fucking need.” Emboldened by her encouragement, Dan turned it up a notch, pushing down on Gina’s legs to open her up even more and then laying into her, pummeling her with everything he had, fucking her like he’d never fucked anyone else before, bringing himself right to the edge of orgasm.

Gina’s tits were flopping back and forth in a perfect rhythm, bouncing right in front of his face. They were mesmerizing, impossible to look away from, so big and beautiful and luscious. Gina noticed him staring at them. “My tits are gorgeous, aren’t they?” she said. “They’re perfect,” Dan said. And he meant it to. They were absolutely perfect. “They look even better with sperm all over them,” Gina said. Dan’s took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. Just envisioning Gina’s tits covered in his sperm was enough to put him over the top. “Do you want to cum on them?” she asked. “More than anything in the world,” Dan said. And again, it was the complete, honest truth. “Then what are you waiting for?” Gina said. “Shoot your load on my huge fucking titties.” Dan couldn’t hold out any longer. The physical pleasure combined with Gina’s orders had him obeying her almost immediately. He slid his cock out of her wet, moist pussy and climbed to his feet, his body still between her legs. He held onto his cock in a death grip, trying to hold his sperm in until the very last second. “Holy fuck,” he said, moaning more than speaking as his body tensed up for a moment before going past the point of no return. A jolt of electricity rocketed through his body as he came, his cock squirting thick ropes of sperm

all over Gina. Five, six, seven bursts of cum, each slightly less strong than the previous one, but all quite potent. Looking down, he could see Gina’s body covered with his sperm. Her tits, stomach, throat, and even some on her face. There were rivers of it, all feeding into a reservoir between her breasts. He’d never cum this much before, not even close. “That was quite an explosion,” Gina said, laughing as she looked down at herself. “An appropriate response for the evening,” Dan said, dropping down onto the couch beside her. “Although I feel like I owe you an apology.” “For what?” “Cumming so quickly,” he said. “Oh, it wasn’t that quick,” Gina said, waving off his concerns. “You lasted longer than most men do with me.” “Well, that’s something, at least.” “It’s more than just something,” she said. “Especially with the size of your cock. It doesn’t matter how long you go, all that matters is that you make the girl cum. Multiple times if possible. Which you did.” “If you say so.” “I do. Besides, it’ll get better. You know what they say, practice makes perfect. A few more times and we’ll be making magic.” “So this wasn’t a one-time thing?” “Not unless you want it to be.”

“Hell no,” Dan said. “Good, because I’d hate to have to say goodbye to a cock like yours after only one night.” “Well you don’t have to worry about that,” Dan said. “My cock will be available for you as long as you want it.” “I’m going to hold you to that.” “I hope you do.” “So tomorrow night then?” Gina said. “That would be great.” “I figure we can do things the traditional way next time. You know, dinner first? Maybe even a couple of drinks?” “Sounds like a plan. I’ll come by at six.” “I’ll be waiting.”

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